c’est la vie

It was the first time I felt so panic when I was alone at home.

All of a sudden, the sky turned dark and it started to rain.  After a lightning, all electricity were gone.  No TV, no air-con, no light.  It was so dark that I couldn’t even find a torch and my cell phone.  I knew the "fuse box" (I then learnt that it is called MCB) is on the ground floor, outside the building.  I called for help and I was told what I have already known.

I went down - it was only ME in the entire block.  The rain was too heavy and the MCB was too high up.  I went back and took an umbrella and a chair, although, I was all soaked by that time.

I opened the MCB and had no idea which was the "fuse".   Completely helpless and hopeless!

I went to the neighbour - whom were having dinner.  I cried and asked for help.  A Mr Lau (the whole village is full of Mr Laus) came and helped me.  Allez was meowing… and Mr Lau has spent a few minutes to figure out which "fuse" corresponds to my apartment. 

Finally the light came back.

And I found that one of my cats (Bally) was missing…

And I went down again to take him home…

And my hands were shaking over the next 30 minutes and felt like starving…

It was my first time real contact with tarot.  A friend of mine told me that this tarot is not fotune telling.  It does not predict the future.  It does not tell you what will happen.  It does not tell you how you can get rich or how to be pretty.

She said, tarot tells you how to choose between a dilemma. 

Many people said tarot is very accurate.  I asked about two cases.  Tarot told quite accurately about the situations and the environment.  When I asked my friend whether I should choose A or B, she said, "after all, it will be your decision."

Very interesting as the little cards can tell what you are thinking about.  I know it is accurate because I know what is in my mind.  But - why do we need something to tell us what we know?

=^_^=

To continue with my CX888 diary…

"I really feel that a few of those guys like me.  Well, liking me and getting along well are different things.  I still don’t know what’s wrong inside me - which makes me can’t keep a man.

I have had very good mood since the beginning of this week - until the moment he came and said "hi" to me.  Nauseous.

Today, I woke up very early.  Checked the car, still worked.  Went to the airport - and a few of these guys called me.  I know he will wake up very soon.  I met a few guys who had girlfriends, and disappeared very soon.

Doesn’t matter at least they did not lie to me.

Bought 4 newspapers and 2 magazines - making sure that I won’t be bored on the flight.

If we die today, no one would know that I hated him so much. 

If I die today, who would be the saddest?"

(so and so…..and everything was over by the time I arrived Vancouver.)

I have the skill to forget something quickly and completely.  I can assure you, if you see me meeting this guy on street, you won’t realize that this is the one that I hated once. 

=^_^=

I found an old pocket size note book in my drawer - my travel diary.  I have written something when I was on my way to Vancouver few years ago, which I think is interested to read again now…

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"I know I was unhappy, because I was dumped.  I think I was useless.  Happy things were, there are still a lot of people who cares about me. 

(wait a minute, I started not trusting my words)

Bad side - sad side - I thought I have been cheated from the beginning.  It is silly to say that but I think I was too good to him and he was too bad to me.  Worst thing was, he still pretends as a very nice and kind person.

And I still feel sad when I saw him - if I still feel unhappy, it would be because if my silliness.  I wouldn’t have trusted him from the beginning.

The happy side - when I felt most blue, I found that there are still other people who cares and indeed very good to me - and I am still a bit charming (somehow), at least not look so old (as I would very concern about).

(a sip of red wine)

But I think I will not trust "I like you" and "you are beautiful" anymore…"

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(don’t take it too serious.. it was from very long time ago…!!)

Seems like it is too long… let’s stop here and continue later… ^_^;

This post - I should have written a week ago…

Thanks for Cheryl’s recommendation, I bought this book.  This touches me a lot.  The lessons themselves are great but more importantly is the way the author illustrated the love between the old professor and himself.  And how he portrayed this person. 

The first two pages moisted my eyes, and I could not put this book down once I started reading it.  Here is the Curriculum:

"The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.  The clas met on Tuesdays.  It began after breakfast.  The subject was The Meaning of Life.  It was taught from experience.

No grade were given, but there were oral exams each week.  You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to post questions of your own.  You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor’s head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.  Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.

No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death.  The last lecture was brief, only a few words.

A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.

Although no final exam was given, you wre expected to produce one long paper on what was learned.  That paper is presented here.

The last class of my old professor’s life had only one student.

I was the student."

~ Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)

It would be a great experience and treasure in your life when you have a teacher who can touch you, can influence you the way you live as a real person. 

Trust me, this book is great. 

What would you expect three women do on Friday evening?

We watched "the wedding date" and had a wonderful dinner, with good chit-chat.

All three of us had no expectation about this movie, and in fact we didn’t even know who those guys in the movie are.   Is a simple romantic story after all, and you can foresee what the ending is right from the beginning.  But all of us, three young, single, gloumore, professionals (haha!) women thought that we will be willing to pay $6,000 (I later found out it was in pounds) for such a man.  Surprisingly lovely movie.

When I back home, I told my man about this.  He asked me to pay him HK$50,000 for the gentle and caring.  Hey, watch the movie before coming to me. I said.

I have been trying to find a few long lost friends recently.  I wrote to someone whom might know where these guys are.  I tried to ask some friends.  And I finally heard of where they are now. 

But what’s next?  Don’t know what else I can do…

At least I am glad that one of them is doing quite well.