Sex Pages, Softball and Fluency

I am done with this year’s school work. People would think I’ve been partying or going out. To be honest, I have not been doing much besides being annoyed by the news about the sex-related pages in the student paper published by my university back home. The editors, who are students, have actually put tasteless stories about masturbation, sexual fantasy and thoughts about incest and bestiality on a school paper. For Christ’s sake. Their excuse? Freedom of speech, releasing the sexually oppressed minority, my arse. I went on to read those pages in question and found them completely tasteless. The editors have refused to apologize as they think they are oppressed and exploited of their freedom of speech. However, they didn’t know what they did has exploited the students and the readers, who have expressed concerns and even objections regarding the sex pages.

Folks usually relate something clean and normal to dirty thoughts, I seem to display the ability to do the opposite. While some online friends were discussing the baseball terms, I thought of the good times I had playing softball during the first year of university. I was both a lousy pitcher and catcher, but was decent as a batter and awesome at shortstop. Almost none of my classmates wanted to play at all. They all wanted to be outfielders, who could just stand and do nothing because girls couldn’t get the ball as far as the outfield. I ran around and tried to catch the ball, they stared at me for trying so hard. I didn’t care, it was fun. It’s been a while since I last played softball though, since I never got enough people to play with me. The only person who has ever agreed to play was Terence – who is an American, and a guy.

Vicky wrote an interesting blog entry on how people from Hong Kong find it hard to answer “how are you?” I can totally relate to that. I can remember how long it had taken me to actually respond to that. On the other hand, Manda has written an article on VegOpt which mentions my fluency in English and Cantonese. It is certainly a nice compliment but I’m afraid it is inaccurate. I am not fluent in any languages at all. Apart from the recent shocking comment made by my parents that I “can’t speak Cantonese properly”, I have one more evidence. I was talking to Rachel, a Northern Irish girl I met in Glasgow, she asked me if I wanted tea. I said yes and offered to make the tea because she didn’t look well. I stood up and asked her this:

“Is there any milk in the chicken?”

She didn’t get it.

“Erm… any milk in the chicken?”

Of course, I later realised that I should have said ‘kitchen’ instead. Now I’ve made my point. Hence I’ll not embarrass myself further by telling you about this other time when Kevin heard me saying “pubic” and corrected me. :shock: