Funny how many thoughts run through my mind when I'm in the shower but when its time to put or preserve thoughts into writing then it all somehow runs off somewhere into the drains of the brain. Now to pick up the fragments. Was pondering how language, is the way for expression but also is what limits expression. Which partially explains why the train of my thoughts are usually a mixture of english and cantonese, and also incorporate un peu du francais and yi dian dian putonghua. Some expressions can be better said with "me gusta" versus "i really really really like..."

oh! went to this art gallery exhibition and was rather repulsed by an artist who decided to force down his interpretation of his drawing onto two girls - who were quite foolish - i would say - to inquire about the "meaning" behind a work. Art, in my honest opinion, should be open for personal interpretations instead of a limited circle of thought brought about by the artist. The "guide" certainly didn't point the two in the right direction by asking "Is there anything else you need interpreting".

Walked past the fruit stalls of Yaumatei today with le andy eyes and came across some stray cats. He had a bit of fun scuffling with it for a strip of plastic bag. In that moment, the future of a home with a little grey and white fur ball with le andy eyes playing with it like pops with pippin crept into my imagination. There is something about animals that make even the grownest of men act like little children which is absolutely adorable.

Then came the playground filled with screaming monsters and their maids and mothers. Recollection of my own students - whom now require less screaming to control - in fact it is the calm deadly negotiating tone which works! Made me a little driven away from motherhood but a life is so precious in a way that maybe a daughter would be quite nice. Although, ofcourse, it is not for me to decide. And the thought of labor pains and other surgical procedures still make me blanche.