I’m not a big fan of odd fashion. Saw a girl today with a rather interesting piece of head wear – it looked like a potato sack with a draw string, except instead of a bottom there was a hole, and into this hole she placed her head. It struck me as a very strange thing to want to do.
Archive for the ‘Weird Shit’ Category
Pluto has been reclassified and is no longer a planet, leaving our solar system with eight. We finally have a definition for the word ‘planet’, although it leaves much to be desired. Tempers flare as the debate rages on. Public interest soars. Pluto couldn’t care less. [BA has a good discussion going on | Excellent opinion piece by Jeffrey Bennett]
WWII Explosives Found in Hong Kong and only a couple minutes walk from where Willie works! We’d planned to meet during his afternoon break and he called to say he’d be late due to “the bomb squad running around”. They detonated any unstable explosives earlier in the evening. Definitely something you don’t usually expect to find under a road!
My lovely friend Vicki visited Hong Kong in January. She and I were sitting outside Starbucks one day and I noticed one of the workers kept looking over. Soon enough he came over for a chat. First he said something in Cantonese, and I replied that I don’t actually know Chinese. He then made small talk about if we’re from Hong Kong, are we staying nearby, etc. Then, he leaned down, and whispered in my ear…
1. What did the worker whisper in Becca’s ear?
a) Can I have your phone number?
b) Do you have a boyfriend?
c) Are you a lesbian?
If you guessed C, you got it! I skillfully resisted the urge to burst out laughing and replied that no, I am in fact not a lesbian. He went off with a small smile on his face. I told Vicki what he had asked and then the laughter was had. Later he came out again still wearing a stupid smile and with free coffee for both of us. We drank the coffee and ran away before his shift finished and he tried ‘talking’ with us again.
So yes. That now ranks as the worst pick-up line I have ever heard. Some guys had a different take on it though – apparently if you’re going to give a girl free coffee it’s worth making sure she’s not a lesbian first.
HK issued the first typhoon alert of the year last night. Although Tropical Storm Sanvu isn’t passing terribly near, it’s still bringing the dark, stormy weather that I adore.
So I woke up this morning after having had a terrific sleep, made myself some coffee, and drowned a few biscuits in it. I plodded over to the window, and was quite surprised to see what the wind had carried to my fifth floor ledge.
Please note that the “Daily Life” category has been renamed to “Life is Random”.
Willie’s place is haunted. Or so I like to say to freak him out.
There’s a wooden wardrobe in the bedroom that the last tenant must’ve decided to leave behind. He was looking through the drawers hoping to find something interesting, and pulled out… an old passport.
Although it was in Chinese and we couldn’t read it, it had obviously expired long ago. The girl who it belonged to would be a few years older than us now and the picture showed her as a young child.
Willie become especially distraught when I mentioned the haunted idea, I didn’t expect anything like that from him. Lack of scepticism – I’ve found a new weakness! Now I can just paint the whole place pink and say the ghost told me to.
Granted the photo did look rather eerie, but who wouldn’t in a faded passport photo? They don’t let you smile in those things.
Aren’t I the lucky one, I am now experiencing my very first ganglion cyst. evil I’ve got a very typical one – about one-and-a-half centimetres in diameter on the back of my wrist.
I discovered it a couple nights ago and was rather shocked. Everyone likes to know the backs of their hands – there’s even a saying about it – so it’s rather disturbing for a relatively large bump to spontaneously pop up.
It didn’t hurt when it first came up, but then the next day we went out to lunch with a huge group of relatives. There were two doctors there, an older one who I’d guess is in his fifties or sixties, and a younger one.
The older one decided that the best thing to do would be to try and burst it, without warning of course. He took my hand, and I assumed he was inspecting. Imagine my surprise when he forced both thumbs into it with all his might. I think he pushed on a nerve or something because my whole forearm was in pain for the rest of the day.
The younger doctor suggested something much more to my liking. He said that aspirating it would be the best idea (draining the fluid out). So Mom brought home a needle and syringe today and we sat down to get it over with (you really should go to a doctor to get it done, but she does it as part of her job anyway so we thought it’d be fine).
Well apparently it’s more like gel inside than a fluid and we couldn’t suck anything out of it. So now we figure we’ll leave it alone and hope it goes away, but if it gets any larger or starts to really hurt I’ll have to go get it surgically removed. Fun stuff hey?
Where is it?
There it is!
There it is!