Apart from the humour, I love the spirit of comics. The characters always seem invincible. Crushed. Flattened. Downtrodden. But they’ll be up on their feet in a jiffy. And I think that’s how we ought to live too. Be down, but not out! 

Anyway, I’ll like to share this Chinese website featuring animated comics from one of my fave cartoonist Ronald Chu Teh-yung (朱德庸).  His sardonic insight into relationships is caustically funny and frighteningly accurate.

Like this one. 

A woman watches how a man is so loving and kind to his partner across the other table, turns around to question her own husband who is digging into his rice.

She:  When can you become as gentle and loving as that man across that table?
He: When you become as pretty and lovely as the lady sitting opposite him. 

Totally wicked!

(Scroll down all the way till you see the above images and click on each to activate the flash version of the comic strips.) 

Enjoy!

Two days ago, I went to the wet market near my mum’s place.  After buying the stuff, I was in a hurry to go back home.  As I was walking towards the car, I saw my mum, about 30 metres away from me, climbing up the stairs and walking towards the direction of her house.  And what did I do?

I just continue to walk towards the car, pretending I did not see her.  I only turned back once to see her walking away.

Yes, I did that.  I didn’t stop to acknowledge my own mother. 

So now you think I’m terrible too isn’t it? 

I don’t have a bad relationship with my mother.  No.  In fact, we’re quite close and I love my mum.

I’ve been thinking why I did what I did.  I don’t really know the answer.  I think I just wanted to avoid her that moment because I was moody.  I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to talk to her and to explain to her why I hadn’t gone back last Sunday.  

Another thing is I’m scared of my mother.  So scared that I need to garner a lot of courage to make a phone call to her, even if it’s about something trivial.  I’m also afraid to antagonise my mum or upset her.  It’s a conditioning I grew up with. 

Which is why I never go back to my mum whenever I have any problems.  In fact, come to think of it, I don’t have a 娘家 to fall back on in times of need.  No, not really.  I’m a coward because I’m scared shit of being criticised and judged by them because their words always hurt where it hurts most.  

Well, just one of those complicated affairs of the heart that I cannot quite explain. 

According to my son, the real world of Doraemon is right inside our home.

And don’t ask me why Daddy not = Nobita’s Dad.  :roll: 

Just read that Taiwan’s super-narcissist gossip queen Hsu Chun-Mei (许纯美) has had her luck improved after getting plastic surgery and she now claims to be even more beautiful than Patty Hou (侯佩岑).

Er, because I’m quite particular about the appearance of my blog so I’m not posting any of her pictures here.  You can check it out at these two sites:

• an unbelievably flattering but rather blurry shot here.
• a clearer and more realistic before and after shot here.

Here’s the excerpt taken from The New Paper. 

The change has also boosted her self-confidence and, according to her, her luck.

She eagerly listed all the signs that proved it. Like how a TV producer, whom she knew, introduced her to a highly-competent male assistant.

Then, she was ‘lucky’ to rent out one of her apartments which had been dubbed ‘haunted’ because someone committed suicide in it. It’s fetching her a neat NT300,000 ($14,600) a month. Chun-mei apparently owns 100 rental apartments in Taipei and Tokyo, all left behind by her first two husbands after their deaths.

Not only that, she also claimed that her fee for TV appearances jumped from NT50,000 to NT66,000. A TV station has also shown interest in her giving her a talk show.

Finally, her love life is also looking up.

Nabei.  Like that I also want. 

(I mean the plastic surgery to improve my luck.  Not her new look!)

I felt sad reading today’s special report “Ride to the roof of the world” in The Straits Times.  It’s awesome no doubt, to be able to travel across the mountainous plateau on the highest railway in the world.  In fact, seeing some of the pictures stirred many emotions for me and I almost felt like visiting the place again.  But of course I know I never really will.  Because the Tibet I knew will never be the same.  While not completely lost, I’m certain that its character and spirit will be altered irreversibly. 

The Qinghai-Tibet railway, says Beijing, will enable a tourism-driven boom in the Tibetan Autonomous Region and its neighbouring province, Qinghai, where the new US$4.2 billion high-altitude track starts.

Right. 

More tourists.  More numbers.  More gains.  

Also. 

More erosions.  More damages.  More losses.