Monthly Archives: January 2013

few thoughts on the strange behaviours of HK people:

1) what is it with HK people and lining up?

9:30am you get 30 people lining up in Central (Central Business District) for cookies

7:30pm you get 50 people lining up for Simply Life (a restaurant) in Festival Walk when 15min from there in IFC Central you can get a table without waiting.

2) What is it with women obsessed with marrying a rich guy like it will make her happily ever after?

like those 3 women of 25-35, discussing about their colleague’s ring for 15 min then continue to talk about where to find a rich husband for the rest of their lunch (from a Catholic church, because apparently Protestants are from more grassroots origins).

and this 25+ woman on the MTR this morning who had a huge plastic phone strap with 4 words: 嫁有錢人 (marry a rich guy)

well rich people are real people too, and they know when someone loves them for real and when someone just wants their money. if you are not pretty like the movie stars, why not just work hard to earn the money yourself instead of having to rely on a stupid man who is stupid enough to take you as his wife without knowing that you are just in it for the money?

the thing that bothers me most is not that they have these thoughts, but the fact that they talk about it so loudly and/or display it so outrageously for others to see, as if this mentality is something to be proud of.

3) this morning on the train, two women right next to me studied the long news article in their morning papers about how Chrissie Chau has dumped her unfaithful boyfriend and how she tacitly acknowledged that Alex Fong has a chance with her. It goes without saying that a super sexy picture of her was included in the article. But still, why waste 5 minutes of their life being engrossed in something like that?



this morning, as dad and i were riding the lift down to go to work, a little something made me chuckle at the time, and later evolved into a small thinking session.

what happened was that a little boy and his mother were in the lift first, and then a man came in holding a banana in his hand (his breakfast, I presume). the little boy probably just learned the word banana and what it looks like, and he very cutely pronounced the word as loud and clear for everyone in the lift, and i immediately chuckled. to award the boy, the man promptly gave him the banana.

well, how often do we really ask for something in life? of life? of the people around us? how often does our sense of entitlement changes or reinforces what we strive for or what we get in the end?

i thought about God’s promise: ask and it shall be given to you.

and about the students i met yesterday, who have been born into well-endowed settings.

and about my relationship, where each person is simultaneously a giver and a taker.

i guess there are two dimensions to this: on one level, it is about what you expect, and on the other, what you actually ask for.

it’s not much of a daunting riddle to solve, just want to note this down while i’m grappling with these thoughts.