just minishorts.

On palmistry, and face-fortunes

minishorts: how come you know how to look at faces

Ensey: You don't remember? I have a family friend who used to lecture me on it once every other week.

minishorts: oooh oooh ok … do you find those things accurate?

Ensey: I wish I knew more, but then again I can't be bothered to go learn more about it. Some of it. How I think of it, palmistry is an ancient form of statistical estimation.

minishorts: Huh? how it happens

Ensey: If you have a think about how it came about, you'd see what I mean. "Hmmmm, people who look like THIS tend to have accidents. People with a mole HERE have tough luck in love…" you'd have to look at millions of people over the ages to work it out, but China has a long enough history for people who're bored enough to do it.

minishorts: hhaahahhaaha…. hahhahaa.

So… well… Erm…. ermm….. divination, anyone?

I have found my 'dream'. Sort of. I'm caught up in this silly drama. Every night Mum and I will rush to the idiot box and oogle at Che Cheng Jun, the cutie who owns the Disneyland-like amusement park. And the girl's really pretty too.

I know-lah, the show is a bit gila, 80% of the time the tycoon leng chai isn't working!!! He just struts around the whole amusement park in a black suit, and he's usually flanked by five or six bodyguards (the leader is white, mind you!!). When he's in his office he just broods and hangs around, sometimes he gets angry and he smashes something off the tables.

The girl is pretty, and she's VERY good at crying. Her tears-hoh, just go and go… like neverending Niagara like that (worse than me, but then again, I don't cry that much!).

Mum and me are usually in stitches at every absurd scene, and then we'll go like, 'So stupid so stupid, how come the girl's father doesn't recognise his own daughter.'

Eh, it's almost slapstick entertainment, and very good junk food for the soul. I was having a debate with him over how leng chai the dude was and how nice the show is?eh imagine getting a guy who owns a really huge kiddie amusement park to fall in love with you…. and I think I left him in a trail of his own puke.

Its nice because it leaves us girls with something to dream about. And I really have not been a girl in a very, very long time. It gets tiring being an adult all the time, and the child in me gets let out with this Stairway to Heaven, crap though it may be.