Friday, July 31, 2009

Mini-Weiqi (11 X 11 Board)


Played on a 11 X 11 weiqi board, there are just a few rules to make the game more fun.

1) (-) and (+) spots are minus 5 and plus 5 points each.

2) At the start of each game, each player secretly plays 3 stones, each will be worth 5 points. In the event of an overlap, the spot turns into a (-) spot without any points.

3) Bidding for Komi. Quite simply, you choose a number of stones to represent komi you are willing to give opponent. Your opponent does the same. Whoever gives more komi gets to start first.

I hope they come up with an online version of this game and throw in a random board, sounds like fun.

Enjoy!!!

林嘉綺







英文名:Patina
身高:180cm
體重:56kg
三圍:34-25-35


張鈞甯 - 白色模特










張鈞甯
Chang Chun-ning
出生:1982年9月4日
身高:168cm
體重:49kg
星座:處女座
語言:華語、台語、英語、德語

出生地:德國
教育程度
國立臺北大學法律系學士
     國立中央大學產經所法律組碩士
出道作品
心動列車
代表作品
白色巨塔
經紀公司
遊戲現場
三围:32C-23-35


Thursday, July 30, 2009

七月寿星云集


今年不止是历年最冷的冬季,也是历年最酷热的炎夏。走在40度的大街上,不到几秒钟,汗湿透背,一不小心,极易中暑。解热器材如电风扇,冷气等,被抢购至断货。另外,百货公司里闲人如织,大部分都是为避暑而来。

而我卧在办公司或书房里,享受着空调的凉爽。最近,在外的活动也因此减少,还好在公司里也能玩的很尽兴。今天,开完会后,大家为七月的寿星们庆祝。原来,本公司的巨蟹有7位之多,个个都非常顾家,难怪平常总有聊不完的话题。好了,跟大家分享一些照片。

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I'm a doctor!!


Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain... Good!

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans ! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!

Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. And remember: 'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride' AND.....

For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.

1. The Japanese eat very little fatand suffer fewer heart attacks than mericans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fatand suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wineand suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.



CONCLUSION

Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

随机应变,突破极限,创造奇迹


世能容万物,海能纳百川。人有适应环境的本能,却少数有包容和宽恕的度量。即使抱着豁达的心态,若不能放下固执的原则,必然饱受烦恼闷气。最终,换来的仅仅不过何苦二字,遭人笑柄。说到变通,就要懂得轻重分寸之道,有屈伸收放之胸襟和见风使舵之能。要做到既能平心静气,同时要活泛的应对,须长期的翻覆磨练。

做人需要发挥应变能力,做生意也一样。今天听了个很有启发性的生意计划。其计划的原则有四大重点:

  1. 减低资源的的浪费,降低的成本,提升回报。
  2. 改善工作环境,诚恳的请求员工的建议,让员工有归属感和对工作有自豪感。
  3. 统一系统,电脑网络化,教育员工,为增加工作效率。
  4. 提升透明度,教育客户,以便互建信任。

现在的商场如战场,分秒必争。发展缓慢的生意很快会被竞争淘汰与取代。因为有了保密协议,不能透露任何细节与名称,不过虽然困难重重,年纪不比我大多少的总裁PAUL已经敢于冒着创业的风险,为了自己的梦想而努力,其精神实在可敬可佩。

时时会想起父亲的谨训,他给我们灌输了保守的理念,教我们凡事需量力而为,常常与我们分享宝贵的经验,磨练我们的判断力和决策力。他曾经说过心思要细密,小节可不拘。不知道自己的极限就无法突破,不去尝试就永远没有机会成功。

前晚,看了”For Love Of The Game”,主角热爱着棒球。他的一生活在有一天他不能再打棒球的恐惧。那天,站在投手区,他突然想起了他的故事,他最心爱的女人,他受过伤的右手。。。

不知不觉中,他投了7 局完美球赛。疲累和酸疼渐渐使他的身体麻痹。那一刻,他下定了决心,比完他最后一场比赛,就放弃棒球。九局完毕,完美球赛,历史性的奇迹。他的努力让缺乏信心的队友变强,那一直最孤单的投手区不再孤单。突破极限的不只是投手,那是全队一起创造的奇迹。

隔天,他独个在机场看着飞机起降,等待飞往伦敦。昨夜的庆胜会,昨日的比赛,仿佛如梦。想着,再过几个小时,一个海洋后,他们会再见面。 那时,他会。。。

回过头的同时,她向他微了微笑。那时,百感交融,如夕阳拨云,一切变得清晰。他不再迷惑,太多的话没时间整理,不过她一定会明白。昨晚,在他最光辉的一刻,他没有该有的喜悦。那一刻,他终于知道自己最爱的不是棒球,最爱他的也不是棒球。他要去伦敦,去把她找回来,跟她分享一切的一切,才是他最大的幸福。

而她终于相信:“你是爱我的。”

世上没有奇迹,只有机会。机率的大小会因极限而异,而极限能一次一次的被突破。有一天,以往认为不可能的不再遥不可及。我相信,没有一步登天也没有什么命运,每个人选择的路各有不同,没有对错,没有好坏,没有白费的时间。只要用你的双手,就能创造属于你的奇迹。

The New HST - 12% sales tax


The newly proposed HST, which will result in a harmonized sales tax of 12 per cent as of July 1, 2010. Among others, the proposed HST will affect the buying public. Consumers will have to pay a higher tax on new houses, a higher tax on renovations, and a higher tax on REALTORS’® fees and other real estate related fees like notary services, home inspections and appraisals. In other words, the HST will result in a significant increase in cost to the real estate buying public.

The HST will remove more than $2 billion in costs for businesses. It will also mean consumers will be paying an additional 7% for goods and services previously exempted from PST. The only bright side if any, harmonizing the sales tax system simplifies our overly complicated tax system. So Gordan Campbell decided that the HST eliminates the PST on business inputs, things like machinery, equipment, and supplies, and that will make B.C. a more competitive place to invest. That will attract new investment and help make existing businesses more competitive and productive. That will boost the provincial economy over time. Lower business costs and more productive companies should eventually lower prices to consumers and mean more jobs and higher wages.

Now my problem with this new regulation is simply one of timing. We are undergoing one of the worst times economically and recovery not certain. Is this really the right time to be throwing in higher taxes? Ultimately, taxes are paid by people, not businesses -- business taxes are hidden in the cost of products. Even if this reform creates a more transparent tax system and make the government more accountable to the public, it is hard to imagine the Canadian public being at all appreciative of bearing the higher costs of living. I don't even want to begin pointing fingers on how tax-payers money is being wasted and misused. If you need a clue, Winter Olympics is coming.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Jessica Alba - Fantastic Goddess

Name : Jessica Alba
Full Name
: Jessica Marie Alba
Nickname : Sky Angel
Date of Birth
: April 28, 1981
Place of Birth : Pomona, CAUSA
Height
: 5' 6 1/2''
Stats : 34-25-34
Hair : Light Brown
Eyes
: Brown




一杯柠檬茶



如果你想在三分钟内把柠檬的滋味全部挤压出来,就会把茶弄得很苦,搅得很混。

银色月光下的轻吻,心形巧克力,玫瑰花瓣雨,无限美的黄昏,烟火瞬间的的绽放,你喜欢吗?而我,只要一杯柠檬茶。

一杯好的柠檬茶需要时间去炮制,需要更长的时间去品尝。看着它在呼吸,等待每一个细胞都张开,守护晶莹细密的水珠点点的凝结,感受柠檬的生命和灵魂慢慢升华,缓缓释放。你可愿意等待十二个小时,为了喝一杯最绝妙、最美味的柠檬茶? 

生命如茶,慢慢的等,细细的品,滋味无穷。

可是,也不可等得太久。茶泡得太久,无法下咽;生命等得太久,淡然无味。

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Dark Alley

It had been a long tiring night. Her feet were sore and her delicate pale skin was blotchy. The sweat, caused by her endless dancing, had blocked the pores in her face. But despite this she was still beautiful, if a little exhausted.

“Thanks mum – I love you ” Carol had said to her as she had climbed into her brother’s car outside the club. It was all she could manage. She had been a little the worse for wear and had decided to call it a night. Before that though, she had to fulfill her responsibility as a friend. She re-entered the club and started looking for Jen. Jen was Jen, as ever, and was trying desperately to get noticed. Tonight, as it turned out, it was a fireman who she settled on. They were laughing and joking by the stairs. After brief introductions, she’d left them to it and went off for a little dance. Some of the other girls from Med school were in tonight. You needed to let your hair down once in a while. The studying was hard going, but it would pay off in the end. She would be a doctor one day, and she knew her parents would rightly be proud.

At the end of the evening as the light came up the toll, bleary eyed and sweat stained, the late owls slowly staggered towards the door. An instant fatigue set in when the music stopped, and their bodies were screaming for rest. Jen caught up with her outside the cloakroom. She was clinging tightly to her newly acquired fireman.

“I’m going back to Brandon’s” she turned as if to check he was still there. She was clinging on tight. “I’ll call you when I get home” she leant closer “or in the morning” she winked and smiled. “don’t worry I’ll be safe”

“You make sure you call me”

“I will mother hen – promise” and with that she turned and waved as she entered the crowd which headed for the door. So the mother hen made her way to the bus stop. Her friends would be fine. They loved to party. But she loved her books. She might be able to get an hour’s study in before sleep overwhelmed her; at least that was the plan. All the hard work would be worth it in the long term. And that was how she liked to look at things, long term.

Just then another lost soul walked into sight. A plume of condensation escaped from his mouth as he rubbed his hands together in a futile attempt to restore some heat. His collars were turned up and his nose was red from the cold. He looked down at her thin pale legs that hung down from her delicate dress.

“You must be freezing..”

She looked across the waiting room but didn’t answer. He was wearing jeans, a denim shirt and a brown corduroy jacket with matching boots. His hair was combed neatly, clean and shaven. Under the dim light, he gave a warming smile.

“I’m sorry. You probably just want to get home. Consider me out of your life”

“No, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m just a little tired that’s all. I think I’m numb.”

“I’m sorry too’ he said as wiped the wet breath from his hand, before extending it “I’m Sam” he extended his hand towards her. She in turn reached out from under her coat, offering her small, soft, childlike hand. She was conscious of her finger nails that were bitten to the quick, but he didn’t seem to notice. She would have blamed the exams if he had said anything. “enchante” he offered. She smiled as he grinned.

“Hi” she said with a little finger wave at her waist, before her hand went back under her coat, “I’m Carol.”

“Had a wild night?

“No. It’s not really my scene. But you have to relax once in a while, you know.”

“Tell me about it.” His smile widened. She smiled back. It’s late but it is always good to have company.

The conversation stuttered momentarily. She smiled, and her deep brown eyes added to the warmth she was able to exude without trying.

“I bought my dad a jacket like that, for his birthday last year” she nodded, using her head to point. Her hands were freezing.

“How old do I feel” he laughed, “but at least you’re a lady with taste.”

She laughed and smiled again.

“What time is the bus?”

“Six, I hope. They come every hour, I just missed the last one - it came early, I hope the next one comes early” That smile again.

“You’ve got nearly an hour” looking at his watch, “you’ll catch your death standing around. Here.” With that, like a gentleman, he took off his jacket and laid it on her.

“Thanks.”, she pulled the jacket closer and instantly felt warmed up. There he stood, even with a shirt on, she could tell he is ripped. He turned and caught her staring. She blushed and quickly turned away. She liked a man strong and gentle, the killer combination. But even more, she liked being treated like a lady.

“Hey, may I suggest a cup of coffee or tea? My treat. I know a coffee shop just round the corner that serves great teas all night. All the workmen working on the rail link love it” he pointed. Then for a moment his lower jaw started shaking as the creeping cold forced it to quiver in a vain attempt to generate heat. “Sorry” he apologised for freezing while stamping his feet for good measure.

The offer hung in the air with the condensation as she considered her options; freeze slowly or thaw out. Some guilt for letting him freeze also nudged her a little - a hot drink would be agreeable.

“You’re on. Let’s go wild”

He curled and extended his arm like a suitor would as if he were leading his lady to a horse drawn carriage. She linked her arm in his and they started walking across the empty concourse. Then they walked along in front of the key cutting shop and disappeared round the corner into the alley.

As they turned the corner, she was weighing up whether to have tea or coffee. She was oblivious to the fact that he turned to look over his shoulder. He turned back and pulled his arm out of hers before he exploded. His clenched fist slammed into the side of her head, knocking her instantly to the ground. Disorientated she scrambled to find her bearings, she didn’t even know which way was up. Her head was spinning. He seized her hair with his left hand. So tightly that she could hear the roots being torn from her scalp as the sensation of heat spread across her scalp and met the wave of pain that emanated from her temple.

“Listen to me.” he whispered firmly “do NOT say a fucking word – do you understand me?”

She just stared with terrified eyes and sobbed. It wasn’t real. She felt like she had slipped into a parallel dimension. This wasn’t happening.

“DO YOU FUCKIN’ UNDERSTAND ME?” he spat through gritted teeth. For the first real time the alcohol fumes battered her face.

All she could do was nod and sob and shake.

He dragged her effortlessly deeper into the alley. Forcing her into a dirty doorway. The smell of stale urine assaulted her. The floor was ice cold and wet against her exposed legs.

“Right you little cunt. Suck this” he pulled down his zip and pulled his semi erect penis from within.

“FUCKING SUCK IT!”

She cried and sobbed. Snot and blood hung from her chin and attached themselves to her torn blouse. He stank. His groin stank. He needed a wash. He forced his member into contact with her lips whilst simultaneously tightening his grip on her hair. She reached up with one hand to try to reduce the pain. It was futile. He mouth opened in pain and he forced his ever growing shaft into the warmth of her delicate mouth.

“That’s right.. that’s good… you love it you dirty little whore…” , he pushed his hips in toward her face as he drew a deep breath. “good girl.. good girl.. suck it harder..”

She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut it all out. She just wanted this nightmare to end. He tasted like salt and raw meat.

“Wank it as well..” he ordered as he again twisted her hair. He pulled her hand down from her hair to her mouth. “fuckin’ wank it.. that’s it.. wank it.. keep going..”

And then without warning he released his seed into her mouth. She gagged, and grizzled and sobbed. She hoped and preyed it was over.

“Swallow it… don’t fuckin spit it out, swallow it.. FUCKIN’ SWALLOW IT!”

She sobbed and wretched, and then swallowed. Anything to get him to stop hurting her. As he let go of her hair, she collapsed to the ground.

He pulled a half empty bottle of vodka from inside his jacket and took a large swig.

“Drink that, please.” he ordered, as he thrust the bottle towards her face. She reached up and took the bottle. She just wanted to get the taste of him out of her mouth, as she knocked it back. It burnt her mouth but at least it was over. He finished putting himself back in his jeans and stopped down to speak in her ear.

“Thanks. I needed that.” He stroked her hair, gently kiss her forehead and smiled.

The tears wouldn’t stop as she stared down at the wet concrete paving slabs, at a flattened cigarette packet covered in grime.

“Your bus should be arriving soon. I need to get going.” He stood up. Without warning he turned back and unleashed a fierce kick, directly into her in the centre of her chest. Her breast plate felt like it had snapped and her lungs like they had collapsed. She couldn’t breath. Bright lights burst on the edge of her field of vision as she drifted away and blacked out…


10 am. He looked into the bathroom mirror and two bloodshot eyes stared back. He turned on the shower, before returning to the mirror. Turning his head one way and then the other, he admired himself. He thought he looked good. His mouth was dry, so he turned on the tap and took a mouthful of luke warm water. He spat into the toilet and pulled back the shower curtain. Here we go again. Same old routine. Everyday.

His route to work took him past the scene. No police. That was the best possible sign. He turned the music up and let his mind drift away as he relived his adventure, and was intoxicated by the power. 10 minutes later he arrived at work and pulled into the car park. He sat in his car for a second. Carol. Sweet Carol. Now she will learn how to take care of herself. He had done some good.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Bully


The psychological profile of bullies attributed to three main causes. One, underneath all that male bravado there's a insecure little girl just banging on the closet door trying to get out. Two, like a caveman, the brain is underdeveloped, therefore unable to utilize self control. Three is to make up for the deficiency in the state of manhood.

Here I am, in my cubicle for the past 15 years, never taken a day off if you can believe it. I must be the record setter if anyone even cares for such a thing. But let’s face facts, the sales team are the real engine that drive the company. They generate the revenue, which is the lifeblood of any company. They hold the power, they are the Alphas. Almost inevitably such driven people are type ‘A’ personalities; motivated, opinionated and tenacious. By no coincidence, most high level executives are men, very much a boys club. Once in a while, you throw in a pretty lady to avoid a lawsuit, soon enough, she gets replaced to avoid a lawsuit. These executives are everyone’s envy and drive, hoping to one day be like them - smooth talking, charming with deep pockets. I used to look upon them like kings of the castle, God’s to the heaven, but no more. Beneath that shining exterior, they are pigs. Kent is the worst of the worst, a bully, a sexual predator and a braggart. Kent gets what Kent wants. Always. Nobody stands in his way, or dare to for that matter. He is the company’s prized asset, always topping the sales figures, always bringing home the bacon. At least in figures, he’s can’t do any wrong.

15 years and you would think I know the real Kent Brown. I’ve seen him reduce another man to tears. In more than one occasion, mind you. He might have thought it was hilarious seeing a grown man weep, prideless and helpless. Yes, he has the power and he will never let anyone forget it. Welcome to the world of Kent Brown. You hear him boast of his latest conquest of such and such ladies – air stewardesses, nurses, doctors, twins, handicapped, super models, even the chairman’s wife and his daughter. The fact is by the time the news have spread to my side of the office, a new one would have began. He does not give anyone a chance to refuse him. That is why he is so successful. I feel sorry for the girls. Before you know it the whole office would have heard how easy they were. Credits to Kent, no doubt. ‘She must be some sort of easy slut. A whore’. Within no time at all they have become persona non grata. Bottom line is he makes me sick. Words cannot express what a vile, loathsome and repulsive specimen he truly is.

It was at the annual summer ball. It was a thank you from the suits upstairs. It was also probably some sort of huge tax write off. All the staff came every year, bringing along their partners, husbands, wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. I had taken Genève along with me. We weren’t exactly a long-standing item. But the important thing is that we came together. She was beautiful. She had almost pure black hair that hung down her back to her waist, soft olive skin and the most beautiful green eyes. She had told me she was from Italy. I was so pleased when she turned heads. Most people must have just thought ’what a lucky guy!’. Kent, however, with a sickening inevitability, clearly felt that he needed to do something to reverse my good fortune. He needed to humiliate me and exert his dominance. People would be watching. He came over. He made his introductions and set about dominating the conversation. He made Genève laugh, whilst at the same time slowly reducing my worth. Little digs to begin with. ‘he’s a good little lad, like a loyal little puppy, aren’t you boy..’. He also skillfully built his credibility, never missing an opportunity to underscore his prowess and power. ‘I was the first guy to bring home bonuses twelve months in a row…’. He bought her drinks. He made her laugh some more. They danced. They slow danced. They went outside. And then later in the evening I realized they were gone….

He came into the office this morning, made a detour to my corner. He wasted no time in closing in like a shark on the scent of blood.

“Were you all lonely on Sunday morning?” he said with a horrible fake air of concern. Mocking me. He leant in with that sickening sweet stench of last night’s alcohol.

“Didn’t you notice that your little lady was missing?….”

Warm coffee vapours clung to his breath, smelling like something newly dead.

“All I can say is that I looked after her for you…”, he grasped his groin with grotesque theatricality, “.. You know that sometimes a real man has got to step up…, and do the business…” His lips tightened across his gritted teeth, in a contemptuous sneer. He just laughed at me.

I could now see the white crusted sweat rings under his armpits. Close up he was nothing special. He shouldn’t be better than me. He leant in even closer.

“Ask me nicely and I’ll show you the photos later…”

With that, he stood up, turned away and swaggered back across the office. Stopping only to share something with one of the new girls on the telesales team….

I leant back on my chair, staring at the walls of my office. Actually, I wouldn’t really call it an office. It’s just a space where I can grab some peace and quiet between call outs. Most of the staff would not even know where I am - somewhere behind the document storage rooms. Now, if you’re feeling sorry for me, don’t.

I wasn’t all that cut up about it. Shit happens, you know. Like I said with Kent, he’s so predictable. I suppose I kind of knew he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. You want to know the truth? The truth is that I’m actually very, very pleased with the way things panned out. God, he’s so predictable. …oh yes..… and there is something I may have neglected to mention.. you know Genève, well the beautiful Genève is actually a postoperative transsexual…and guess what? ..she is also HIV positive. We met over the net. We were two lost and lonely souls, travelling through cyberspace, reaching out for a kindred spirit. When we connected it was like it was… ..destiny. We had such a lot in common. It seemed we had a shared loathing for bullies. She had been infected by one. And of course we shared the same wicked sense of humour…

So it is that I sit here in my little room with my finger hovering over the ‘send’ button. This anonymous e-mail, with its photo attachment will make interesting reading for the chairman, and all the other members of the staff, oh, and of course not forgetting Kent’s clients….

What was I saying about bullies? Survival of the fittest. 15 years. I have become quite good at this game.

Click.

Monday, July 20, 2009

It's over in a second.


No one heard it. He didn’t even feel it, as the gossamer thin blood vessel that traversed the inside of his skull just gave way... Blood poured from the gaping fissure and bled out into the cavity between the surface of his brain and the boney casing. Too much blood, too little space. Pressure was pushing in all directions in the delicate and intricate contours of the brain. Wooliness enveloped his head, like someone was spring cleaning his brain with too much soap. Flushed and extra heavy. He could barely stay awake. The faces of the crowd faded into shadows. The train felt like it stopped. Hot. No. Boiling. Air….. Need fresh air…. He couldn’t make a sound. He was choking. Had to get out. He ripped apart his shirt in agony. Tears of blood bursting out uncontrollably.

Three steps and it was all over. He didn’t even feel the concrete as he hit the ground face first. His phone fell out of his back and scuttled across the platform. Then, not so much a final breath as a pitiful gurgle that trailed off. His bladder gave in and the remnants of his night out soaked the front of his trousers. People tutted, rolled their eyes and shook their heads in concert. There is no sympathy in sublime suburbia. Everyone minded their own business and pretended to be oblivious. Seconds crept into minutes. A blue tinge had already coloured his lips. His eyes were wide and unmoving staring out across, praying for help. Then his phone rang. That stupid “It’s too late” ringtone. Sharbear flashed intermittently on the LCD display. The voicemail picked up.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The colorful frogs














Checking out some of the weirdest frogs around.


Fiona Xie








Fiona Xie Wan Yu Profile

Name: Fiona Xie Wan Yu (Xie WangYu)
Chinese name: 谢宛谕
Birth date: January 24, 1982
Birth place: Singapore
Height: 165cm
Language spoken: English, Mandarin and some Cantonese
Profession: Actress and TV host