The maid

My maid came over to my place last night.

No, she's not the one who declared herself a maid. She's a real maid, hired through an agency and approved by Ministry of Manpower (MOM).

My dad had hired her to help look after me during my period of immobility, but by the time she arrived, I've already recovered to the extent that I can walk without crutches. Her arrival is more of relieving my mum of her housework.

Although this is the first time my family had a maid, I've had interacted with the maids of my other relatives before, so I had a rough idea of what to expect. Having a maid is not as simple as it seems. It's not like once you have a maid, you start living like a king.

Before MOM approved my application to hire a maid, I had to pass some foreign domestic worker course for employers, but passing the test is a piece of cake. I had to take a series of tests which I completed in 10 minutes and scored full marks for it. Basically anyone with common sense can do it as well.

Having maid means having to orientate her to her new surroundings and teaching her what needs to be done and how to do it. All these takes time, but my dad only intended to hire her for 2 months since the estimated time of my recovery is 2 months. I guess by the time she's fully orientated and used to our requirements, her contract would have ended.

Nonetheless, it's still something to experience in my life.

Speaking of maids, I'm suddenly reminded of the song 男佣 by 吴克群 (hey, Windows Chinese dictionary actually stores his name, I'm so impressed). The tune is quite cute, but the lyrics are even more cute. I must admit it reflects very well on reality.

The Curse of the Golden Flower

I haven't watched the movie yet, but its trailer mentioned that it was a story of a royal family conflict, to put it mildly.

How true. Families will always have conflicts. Some conflicts can occur even before families are formed.

When Qiuping heard about the show, she said that she wanted to watch it (with me), because she's a fan of Jay Chow. When my mum heard about the show, she said that she wanted to watch it (with me as well), because she's a fan of Chow Yun Fatt. So I thought to myself,

"If the 3 of us watch it together, Qiuping will watch Jay, my mum will watch Chow Yun Fatt, and I'll watch Gong Li. We'll each have 1 and life will be perfect."

But then, life is never perfect. Qiuping only wants to watch the movie with me, or she'll let me and my mum watch it together. If my mum knows that I have to choose between the 2 of them, she'll give up the seat to Qiuping. What is this? I have to choose a heart to break? How do I make a fair decision?

Hmmm.....any guys out there who wants to watch the movie together? I'm very much available. Or maybe I shouldn't watch it, the movie's probably cursed.


Life is like a time bomb ticking away with its timer display - you know it's going to explode, but you don't know when.

Why haven't you been blogging?

People actually ask me this question. And I thought the answer would be obvious - what's there to blog about when all I do is stay at home and play my silly computer games over and over again?

Ok, if I really wanted to blog, I can write about boring stuff like how many times I breathed today. Or how I decided to pick up monster killing again. Or how I relived my childhood days of taking baby steps by trying to walk around without my crutches.

Anyway, something a little more interesting happened today. A few friends came over to my place to visit me, and asked if I wanted to catch a movie together at Lot 1. Yes, catching a show starting in 15 minutes time at 9.15 pm is pretty exciting compared to what I've been doing for the past few weeks. I decided to join them.

We were a little late for the show, but I guess it didn't quite matter. Deja vu is a movie that crosses science fiction with sherlock holmes, and the 1st 10 minutes was probably spent on some minor introduction that we could afford to miss. I feel that the best part of the whole movie is that you didn't know it is sci-fi (if you happened to be misinformed) until halfway through the show. What can be a better 'twist' than that?

I really can't keep up with late nights any more, that operation must have made me aged quite a bit. Time to get knocked out.