Arrived at campus on time (11.45pm) just to attend a briefing for upcoming orientation camp. As a ‘spy’ who is suppose to mix with freshmen and con them to believing I’m as fresh as them, I don’t see why I need to try out the games for camp. Wouldn’t that allow me to see everything behind scenes? That’ll just ruin the fun for me. I’ve also been notified that I am to join Michell, Calvin and Kurt’s group; apparently the latter mentioned people are going to be my group leader. Kurt didn’t show up today, and I was glad because personally I found him obnoxious. He has stringy unhealthy black mass of seaweed on his head. Those hair of his lay dead and unmoving like a dirty mop glued on him. His appearance is of a prehistoric human-being – deep ugly set of hungry eyes, flat nose with flaring nostrils, thick protruding lips and jagged teeth. Kurt walk silently, yet his posture imitates King Kong swaying heavily from the left to the right, but he’s really thin and bony. That guy just gives people the creeps, and he tells “funny” jokes. So funny that if I’ve stayed up all night during camp and he starts sth “funny”, I will just look at him and scream my head off. It’s so bad that not even a cold sweat drop can drip out, not even wind can budge through, it’ll be like… Mother Nature died in the room instantly from his horrendous jokes. I have a feeling I will “accidentally” kick him whilst sleeping (camp tradition for each group to lay out mattresses and sleep together in big mass at group’s assigned den), that’s if I can put myself to sleep under such harsh conditions…
Paul came out today, in the end. We didn’t hang out for a long time but I enjoy every minute with him. It’s not like he’ll stay in HK for long, so I would like to see him as much as I can. We hung around Festival Walk and spent our last few minutes at Page One skimming through books. Oh! We went to Swarvoski to check out the crystal wrist band, but the price was rather costly compare to what he saw at the duty-free shop at the airport. AND he accompanied me to check-out prices of laptops. We had tea at that bakery café.
At Page One, I skimmed through the book: “Why men love bitches”. The book has been released for a year or so already, but I hadn’t read it before as I thought it’d be too full of it. I have read books like “Men are from Mars and women are from Venus”, “Why men don’t have a clue and women need more shoes”, “100 things women should know of men”, “How to read a guy’s mind”, and more than enough issues of Cosmopolitan UK & US editions to know that these so called ‘guides’ are general guidelines on what a women is like and what the differences are between men and women when it comes to relationships and sex. At first, I read it and thought it’s not something that can be taught from school and maybe it’ll be helpful in future. After a few years of experimental and not so successful relationships, and insights from my girl friends, I realize that people do not need these type of books. When it comes to meeting and understanding your guy, it’s always best to just ask and talk about things openly. There are no rules. Everyone’s different, and you can’t just use a book to generalize what guys think when they are trying to date a girl seriously. That’s the same for women, you can never generalize because that won’t do us justice. If a girl bought a book on “Why men love bitches” and recommend me buying it, I would very much like to ask her, “Do you think you’re unattractive? Do you want to become a ‘bitch’ as the book mentioned? Or did your boyfriend just ran away with a ‘bitch’?” I find these books interesting, but wouldn’t waste money buying it because I think I’m confident enough to meet a guy without consulting a book written by a person whom merely dated a few bad guys. What fun is having a relationship when you follow rules by the book? You might as well date a robot and hold up a manual to your heart like you would with a bible (just metaphor). You don’t need a so-called love doctor to tell you that almost every stable serious relationship needs trust, security (mental not physical), openness to discuss things, balance of surprises and lustful activities. Really, these books are over-rated. I won’t say I despise those who published such books, because I find them interesting read and I’d treat them as fiction or sth like that. It always makes me wonder though, “What has this author been through? She/he must’ve had a hard time to stereotype people like this…” when I read from cover to cover. This is what I think: if you want to understand a person (he or she), simply trust and talk to them.
“I wonder and wonder… do you have as many wonders as I do.”
