It has been a busy few weeks, pre-holiday buzz I hope...
Anyway, I am watching the Formula One (F1) trial race on TV right now while I blog. Ok, not so much watching than listening...coz it gets rather boring after watching a few rounds of the cars going round and round. Gosh, those race cars looks like TOYS! Haha..Plastic looking and all...
I know I should be really excited abt my upcoming trip to Hongkong but strangely, I am just looking forward to the break. Need some time away from the tiring work. And maybe if I am lucky, I may be able to see some fireworks on my first day to Hongkong...hmm...well, we shall see...will TRY to take more pics.
Sidetrack...I did some interesting recording. Trying to understand how much time I spend looking at "boxes" (as in TV, Computers, PSP...anything with a square screen), I decided to note down the number of hours I look at these "boxes" in a week.
Day One (Sat)
9am+ to 10am+ : 1 hr PSP
10am+ to 12pm: 1 1/2 hrs Computer (Mapling)
12pm+ to 1pm: 1/2 hr PSP
1pm to 2pm: 1 hr Computer (Mapling)
2pm+ to 3pm+: 1 hr TV
4pm+ to 5pm+: 1 hr TV
5pm+ to 6pm+: 1 hr PSP
11pm to 11pm+: 1/2 hr PSP
1am to 3am: 2 hrs TV & PSP
9-1/2 hrs
Day Two (Sun)
12pm to 1pm: 1 hr Computer (Mapling)
4pm+ to 5pm+: 1 hr PSP
6pm to 1am: 7 hrs TV
9 hrs
Day Three (Mon)
8am to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 6pm: 7 hrs Computer (Work)
7pm+ to 12am: 4 1/2 hrs TV & PSP
12 hrs
Day Four (Tue)
4am+ to 6am: 1 1/2 hrs PSP
7am+ to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 6pm+: 7 1/2 hrs Computer (Work)
8pm+ to 11pm+: 3 hrs TV & PSP
12-1/2 hrs
Day Five (Wed)
7am+ to 8am+: 1 hr PSP
9am to 8pm+: 10 hrs Computer (Work)
9pm to 11pm+: 2 hrs TV
13hrs
Day Six (Thu)
4am+ to 7am: 2 1/2 hrs PSP
9am to 7pm: 9 1/2 hrs Computer (Work)
8pm+ to 11pm+: 3 hrs TV & Computer (Mapling)
15hrs
Day Seven (Fri)
7am+ to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 7pm+: 9 hrs Computer (Work)
7pm+ to 8pm: 1/2 PSP
10hrs
81 hrs a week!!!
Gosh...I din expect tat figure...ok tat was abt 2 weeks ago and probably one of the rare weeks when I dun sleep well and woke up real early...4am!
Ok, it might seems like I am spending too much time on the "boxes" and dun have a life.........oh wait! Yah! I dun have a life!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Friday, September 26, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Jokes Time
Decided to share some laughters with all of u...here are some jokes I lifted from emails that have been forwarded around. Hope there will be no issues of infringement of copyright coz I have no idea who are the authors of these jokes.
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THE SIZE OF HELLHELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT
The following is an actual question given on a Washington State University chemistry mid-term.
The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the Rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, AND thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.' "
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY 'A'
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THE HUSBAND STORE
A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.
Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the Building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
"Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord"
'I wonder what is on the next floor' she goes to the second floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids."
'Maybe the next floor will be better' she continued up to the third floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking"
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop dead good looking and help with the housework."
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love theLord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak."
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 6 - You are visitor 5,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!"
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LIZARDS
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out loud!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom.
One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm!)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged,
deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back. " He blushed, glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just . . . just . . excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . that . . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its . . . teeny little . . .." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did to help him, Dad,"he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs.
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FIRST DATE
On her first date... something embarrassing happened...
Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had.
The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took theprize!
She said it was midwinter...Snowing and quite cold...and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City , Utah . It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.
They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while.
Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. They stopped and she quickly crawled outbeside the car, yanked her pants down and started.
In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.
Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young ladydiscovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender.
Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attemptedto disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold. Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humour of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off"and in need of some assistance!
He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.
Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks fromthe grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.
So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender. As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down. Or perhaps that should be "pants down." And you thought your first date was embarrassing.
Jay Leno's comment..."This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off." Oh, and how did the first date turn out? He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.
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THE SIZE OF HELLHELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT
The following is an actual question given on a Washington State University chemistry mid-term.
The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the Rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, AND thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.' "
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY 'A'
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THE HUSBAND STORE
A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.
Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the Building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
"Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord"
'I wonder what is on the next floor' she goes to the second floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids."
'Maybe the next floor will be better' she continued up to the third floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking"
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop dead good looking and help with the housework."
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love theLord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak."
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 6 - You are visitor 5,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!"
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LIZARDS
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out loud!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom.
One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm!)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged,
deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back. " He blushed, glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just . . . just . . excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . that . . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its . . . teeny little . . .." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did to help him, Dad,"he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs.
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FIRST DATE
On her first date... something embarrassing happened...
Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had.
The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took theprize!
She said it was midwinter...Snowing and quite cold...and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City , Utah . It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.
They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while.
Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. They stopped and she quickly crawled outbeside the car, yanked her pants down and started.
In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.
Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young ladydiscovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender.
Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attemptedto disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold. Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humour of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off"and in need of some assistance!
He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.
Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks fromthe grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.
So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender. As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down. Or perhaps that should be "pants down." And you thought your first date was embarrassing.
Jay Leno's comment..."This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off." Oh, and how did the first date turn out? He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Little Imps
I decided to share this little incident which happened on Teacher's Day.
Child care centre was closed and my mum had to babysit my niece and nephew. They came over early in the morning when I was about to leave home for work.
I joked with Charmaine and asked, "敏敏，要陪姑姑去做工吗？"
"不要！" Charmaine answered immediately.
"你可以站在旁边，姑姑会拿东西给你photostat" I continued.
Charmaine giggled and repeated, "不...要！"
Then I turned my attention to Ray and said, "弟弟，不然你跟姑姑去做工啦。"
Ray shook his head vigorously and giggled with Charmaine.
I turned back to Charmaine, "来啦，敏敏，快点陪姑姑去做工。"
Charmaine replied, "我会把你的东西弄乱！"
I said to Ray, "弟弟，走，快跟姑姑去做工。"
"我会把你的东西撕掉！" Ray said mischeviously.
。。。从头到尾，他们一直在笑。。。
Haha...dunno whether I ought to laugh or cry at their response...where did they learn all that from???
Child care centre was closed and my mum had to babysit my niece and nephew. They came over early in the morning when I was about to leave home for work.
I joked with Charmaine and asked, "敏敏，要陪姑姑去做工吗？"
"不要！" Charmaine answered immediately.
"你可以站在旁边，姑姑会拿东西给你photostat" I continued.
Charmaine giggled and repeated, "不...要！"
Then I turned my attention to Ray and said, "弟弟，不然你跟姑姑去做工啦。"
Ray shook his head vigorously and giggled with Charmaine.
I turned back to Charmaine, "来啦，敏敏，快点陪姑姑去做工。"
Charmaine replied, "我会把你的东西弄乱！"
I said to Ray, "弟弟，走，快跟姑姑去做工。"
"我会把你的东西撕掉！" Ray said mischeviously.
。。。从头到尾，他们一直在笑。。。
Haha...dunno whether I ought to laugh or cry at their response...where did they learn all that from???
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