美女与野兽

-對女人來說，愛上一個人，只要一個理由就夠了，外表並不重要，因此才會有「美女與野獸」的類型故事-

有人那样说，真是不无道理。

而且，难道你们不知道，看见美女與野獸的时候，大喊冤枉没天理的都是男人吗？我们只是看见难得一朵鲜花插在对面那堆牛粪上，却没有插在自己那堆牛粪上，而感到愤愤不平而已 - 大家都是牛粪，他凭什么？我的还比他的臭呢。

而女人呢，看了美女與野獸的时候却是暗地里偷笑，哈哈，那种牛粪也插，还是我插的牛粪好，比较有味道。

世界上哪来的俊男与丑女？

都是因为男人是靠视觉的动物，女人是靠感觉的动物。男人要靠女人的美来让自己小鹿乱撞；而女人要靠男人给的感觉来让自己无法自拔：感觉一到，八达通。

所以男人不帅可以有很多后天方法补救，想尽办法给人感觉就可以了。可是女人不美嘛，纵然天见犹怜，可惜绝对爱莫能助。

女人最少用人生三成的生命来让自己美丽，包括几个小时几个小时几个小时来算的美容，美发，美白，美甲，美丽，还有很多个小时的化妆。大概一天7小时多。各位，那只是平均值而已，而且女人擅长multitask，还要以举重若轻的姿态完成任务。看起来越象不努力而依然那么美丽的，越厉害。看起来太用力去让自己美丽的，会被女人说发春情，被男人说胸大没脑。

而男人，最多只用零点三成的人生来让自己“看起来不邋遢” - 这里指的是大概一天43分钟的冲凉。最厉害的multitask大概是一边上大号一边洗澡。或洗澡时唱歌。而且，没什么姿态可言。

真是比都没得比，象 Man Utd 对三德国中校队一样。

说到底，男男女女，各别想尽办法各取所需，不管感觉或美貌，都是一种使用自己觉得对方会喜欢的费洛蒙手段而已。

男的女的，大家都努力吧。

激心

如果你明白，"激心"是什么样的一种感觉。

我刚拿起电话，又放下来。

因为我觉得我又要对着电话筒发飚...做人嘛，何必到处树敌。还怕敌人比朋友少咩？

觉得自己像个他妈的老人，想骂人又假假安抚自己，安抚一半越想越气，更想骂人。用膝盖想都知道，一定忘得干干净净。就在膝盖终于想完的时候，一看时间，夜了，明天再说吧。

不想打那通电话，因为用膝盖想都知道。

很想打那通电话，因为想确保事情有做好。

不想打那通电话，因为会被人说自己像个控制狂。

很想打那通电话，因为不想到时候擦别人的屁股。

这是不是我的问题啊？还是你的问题？

你到底搞清楚到时怎么办没有？你没搞清楚的话，到时不行时是不是又要我来收烂摊？

为什么我总觉得没有你们我会比较好过?

真是烂泥扶不上壁。

下辈子我要在春天遇见你

经历寒冬，会让人更加珍惜身边的一切。

我说，没什么事，不要那么渴望寒冬。寒冬很冷，但不会让你变得很酷。

世上没有非经历不可的事情。

我们只活一次，要好好地过，但不是什么都要尝试才算没白过。那只是指好好地生活，不管有机会或没机会；有伯乐或没伯乐的时候。

尝尽天下美食，看尽天下美景，甚至睡尽天下美女，不会让你特别快乐，也不会让你觉得你终于活够，现在可以去死。

我觉得，很快乐地，无论平凡或者不平凡，才会觉得活着。比如有人说你今天很漂亮，或小狗终于学会上厕所尿尿，或看见久违的朋友，或连进几个三分球，或见到周杰伦还是竹内结子，或你终于学会左右互搏之术。

如果你需要痛苦来觉得自己还活着，你应该是另一种人。

经历寒冬，会让人更加珍惜身边的一切。

下辈子我要在春天遇见你。

Manchester

I went to Manchester with nothing more than meet up with 2 of my old buddies. Hmm, maybe some Old Trafford factor is inevitable. (haha!)



It has been a very very very long time. Maybe 10 years or more. We were so young back then aha.

Everyone doesn't change much except YX. She kept saying she was f-a-t in the past but I don't remember she was that heavy. i only remember she suddenly lost a lot of weight during her days in Hk or something like that. Still not very used to calling her Maxine but I guess just like some friends never call me Joe. Joe is for the friends of different stage.

Anyway, we didn't have very exciting weekend. I guess HC is rather surprise as I didn't have any plan to go anywhere (except Old Traffrord). Even I didn't manage to see the holy Trafford pitch.

Of course i was quite sad about it. But that should be a blessing in disguise. I shall spare my first Old Trafford match experience with real devil kaki. If you are one, book me and we will go together.



We went to Chinatown for some dim sum and really affordable. It was £14.70 for 3 people that we almost cannot finished. We have at least 7-8 courses including a damn big plate of noodles. Of course the best one is the cake shop nearby, with those 油炸鬼, soya bean and egg tart, best. Thanks to HC.

HC has a very strong personality that me and YX were discussed about after we got back to Disbury. (ok, that's gossip). Even after 10 years she was extremely calm and cool when we meet. But she is practically another person as you perceive it. I heard the explosive laugh again after 10 years. I admire that gesture.



This is the very special cake shop we spent many hours there. And we went there twice. We really have nothing better to do and probably enjoy very much about it - everyone is so tired at work, no exhausting weekend. haha.

HC has a funny dog, his name is Charlie. She is damn fierce to him, always scolding, macam damn hard to control like that. Maybe that's why he pees both ways - the guy way and the girl way - very confusing. But HC like him very much. She posted this photo as her profile in FB...haha. i think she loves this.



I did spent some time on my own and walked into the Manchester Museum. i love this.



Those Mancunian have a lot of pride in their city, it's so obvious from the art work. Can you see/smell/sense/feel the pride in this? ahaha.



And what i love about Manchester is, everyone associate themselves with Old Trafford like their own backyard at home. Even at the airport of Manchester, the officer almost let her guard off completely after the word Old Trafford came out from my mouth. Love it. (YX may beg to differ, she doesn't understand~ha).

The weather is gorgeous, the people is nice, the company is awesome - it was a well-deserved 5 stars weekend. Felt so empty and lost after i get back to the hotel in Bergisch Gladbach, Köln. And get back to work is hard at that point of time. It was really difficult.

And as the season changed, the winter is over and the sunny spring is right here.

Köln - The very gay city

I had never seen the real face of Köln (pronouced as Ko-llr-n, or Cologne) properly. It was either in a rush or not in the correct direction, or no one explain enough to me.

In fact Köln is a gay city. Very popular. So Andi and Stefan said this is the best place for young guy, to study here. There are way too many girls left over. Good life.

A city with a lot of pride in it, apparently.



They pride their beer called Kölsch (pronouce as ke-h-shh). So we drank while look at the Gothic Cathedral (Cologne Dom) and the city hall from one side of the river. After a few quick drink, we started to drop off non-nonsensical courtesy and laughing like buddy. The power of beer.

I normally do not come by this side of the river. Obviously this isn't a tourist point. The locals drink beer here, and also those who has "immigration background". For some strange reasons the German don't call them foreigner and foreigners don't like being called that way too.

A big portion of the local with "immigration background" came from Turkey. Stefan called them "Chingaley". Obviously only they can tell who is Chingaley at first sight. I guess it is close to our "Ah-ne-ne" or the "keling guai". After a few beer, I started to differentiate them, aha. Darker, drive big car, live small apartment, wear thick gold necklace. And always with a girl with strange fashion sense. The power of beer.

With the empty stomach alarming, we finished the beer and walked across the bridge to the other side of the river. Along the bridge I saw many many locks. Thousands of locks. It was those couple craft their name on the lock and then put in on the wire of the bridge. They are supposed to resemble the love last forever or something along that line. Stefan insisted this is a form of arts.



We reached the other side of the river, which is the same side as the Gothic Cathedral, then we walked into the Kölsch brewery house. We enjoy our aura to drink at the beer factory. So we drank again with Würste, the typical German sausage. And the German eat the curry Würste with fries, which is quite usual to us (sausage + fries) but they seem like to think they are the only people eat them together.

German are not funny. But maybe that's because they haven't drink the beer.

This was my best ever Köln trip with very pleasant memory. I think i love the curry Würste. So I had another one at the Köln train station on my way back to Frankfurt Airport.