Mirakle

I am a Shenzhen resident and my head  nearly blew off when May Day Holiday (International Labor Day) came by plus drizzling weather. But somehow I decided to chill out somewhere nearby but away from the city. I was told there are nice tiny islands in Zhuhai, so I determined to drive my way to explore.

My choice: Hengqin Island, which is famous for its super-size oysters. Also, an easy 2.5 hours’ drive, super highway, good-functioned GPS, led me to this wonderland.

When I drove off the highway, a bright hill immediately caught my eyes with protruding billboad on which was written, ‘ Hengqin Oysters’.Taking a closer look, I was stunned to find out the hill is actually made of piles of oyster shells, lots and lots of them. I was about to jump off and scream when my boyfriend pulled me back by reminding, ‘We should keep looking, maybe we could find some place more attractive, and less expensive than this one.’ I agreed.

So we drove away from this bloody scene and continued our jouney. At such a short turn on the left down the lane, I knew I had bumped into my oyster heaven.

A long row of booths stood in front of me with its end that cannot be seen. They were all about the same look. A little shabby, but what could you expect from farming people who live beside oyster -breeding spots, and also doing the cultivation and business at the same time? As I drove on, the booth-runners all came out and yelled, ‘Come, roasted oysters here!’

We picked one shop at the end of the tail to have a try. The roasted oysters were served with wrapped foil paper. The size is not as appealling to me as I thought, but they were mouthful, enough to fill the appetite. What’s more, the prize was very reasonable, 50 RMB/kg (raw meet, no shells).

As we talked to the cook, I got to know my choice of time was poor. In May, the oysters are still in their infancy, but they will grow chubby and fertile by November. They will be about fist-size and perfect to wolf down. Well, I think it is fairly easy to find my fist-size oyster. But the cook suggested every one could have the match.

Dark Angel

She wakes up in the morning, pretending to like this world,

But she doesn’t hide well.

She opens the door, turn left, then right, ahead, then backward,

Halt at where it begins,

It is a loop,

Where should she lead herself?

She sees you, so sympathized with the misery in your eyes,

Tears shed penetrating into her heart,

When her mind is made up,

This Dark Angel,

Coming out of her grave, to burn herself and shine on you,

Can you see? Can’t you see?

My adorable baby is a Rottweiller. He is shiny black all over with golden patches. Renowned for Herculean, loyal and high-hearted, he immediately caught my eye when I walked inside the pet shop, groveling there inside his cage and gazing at me with glistens of penetration and mystery. I held him up (Lucky that I had the strength to do so back then) and assured I wanted him out of question (Well,  I didn’t actually have to pay for him…). Anyway, we are attached ever since.

He is a superb cool dog. Cold and brutal though he looks, he is quite the opposite inside. He might be able to scare off any children that would like to approach any puppies, but he is by no means inhospitable.

One thing needs to be pointed out. He is so protective. So concerned about his master’s safety that he probably thinks he is the only guy in this world that could carry out this mission. Should any chasers or followers that come across his safe zone please be aware of not getting pressed down by something black and weighs 40-50 kilos. Oh, before I forget, he never barks, but bites.

Will you still love me, and love my dog?

My counting starts from the day when I was transferred to a cage that myself, since then, was buried in dusty and stinky papers and undistinguishable dialectical Mandarin hovering all over my head. My Mandarin is standard, at least I thought to myself. But I wonder, now Mandarin, more exactly, Putonghua is so popularized in all provinces throughout China, why would a well educated person like me would still fight through to tell apart Mandarin and Mandarin mingled with other mother tongues? Sometimes I wish they could speak English, at least that’s one language I am still making efforts to learn.

The first time I felt like being sick was at my new office anticipating the workload afterwards. But I was not at real sick stage on that day. It was the day after. I was embraced by the Flu so tightly that I had to call a day off to stay in bed. By then, I hadn’t been delivered greetings from any of my co-workers, let alone to mention the chance to meet my new boss. What a shame by asking for sick leave on the very first day at work.

Now 5 months has passed and I survive and 2 times of sick leave tend to be forgiven by my boss’s leniency. But my old friend never fails to knock at my door on time, these days it comes the 3^rd time and it still lingers. As the public ads goes: When coughing or sneezing, wear a mask, visit your doctor promptly and maintain good ventilation…(I really appreciate the efforts to arouse people’s awareness to look after their health and welfare, but these ads are commonly used to cut and replaced those commercial ads of the channel and whenever sensitive news are being broadcasted. What a great media control!) Anyway, since my mask is nowhere to be found (I guess I tossed it away after SARS) and I hardly feel like getting up on my feet for injections, I decide to stay indoors to build up my blog instead.

Actually this 3^rd time is enough to set people’s curiosity agog. I have been stuffed with analysis these days that were supposed to help me realize what contributes to my already broken-down immune system. The summarized analysis is:

1.      Lacking in rice-feeding.

2.      Congenital insufficiency.

3.      Problems with stomach and spleen.

4.      Working stress.

5.      Too vulnerable.

Since nobody has thought of unluckiness as the proper explanation of my sickness, I decide to take the easy way out. I believe this misfortune attributes to a little bit of running-wild during the National Holiday in Eastern Overseas Chinese Town. (Photos attached as evidence). Well, when coughing or sneezing, it is always the bad luck to be blamed, thus avoiding cosmically body-building scheme. I am sorry, Doctor.