The result of my wall painting efforts. Wall 1:
Heading out to see the Hong Kong Children’s Orchestra:
Some highlights for the night:
Funny Item #1:
My old Chinese Choir teacher, Sister Teresa, was at the concert (retired from SF back to Portland last year).
Sister Teresa: How’s your Sai Lo? (at this point her inflection sounded like Child. As in MY child)
Me: Um, beg your pardon??? (My friend Chi also looked at her weirdly, because he heard the same thing)
Sister Teresa: You have a Sai Lo, right?
At this point she uses a slightly different inflection (read: correct), eyes Chi, and then it clicks. She was actually saying Sai Lo. Little Brother. Different Emphasis.
Me: Oh, that’s just a family friend. My brother is older than me.
Funny Item #2:
I was talking to Chi, and was telling him that my grandmother didn’t really get or fully appreciate music (she likens music to sawing and noise; Ngee Ngee Ngaw Ngaw, if you will). And he looked over at my grandmother, sitting at the edge of her seat, staring intently ahead. “See, she appreciates music. Look how interested she is”. And at that point, my grandmother suddenly burst out with, “That guy is REALLY bald on the back of his head!!”. Ah, so that’s what she was looking at. Music, what music?
At a bakery for some bahn mi






Last night I saw The Prestige with Jules. I think we started watching it around midnight. If I had to rate it I’d give it a 7/10. The twists and turns of the story were good and I liked Scarlett Johansson and Hugh Jackman but I thought Christian Bale was only so so in his role. I don’t really know what else to say without spoiling the movie for anyone who might want to see it, so I leave you with the synopsis from FilmSpot: