A Feast (or Rhapsody?)- 20090818

Tonight I'm going to attend a dinner, to celebrate the first month of a baby boy. The feast, without doubt, should be a sumptuous one.

If I were the baby boy, my life would have been like this . . .

In my childhood, the living atmosphere must be very warm, as swarms of love would be poured from papamama, grandpapamamas, aunts etc. I could foresee that most of my time would be shared with my elder cousin. Though a lovely girl, she is usually officious who would dictate my will by waving her conductor's baton unpredictably. Anyway, her authoritativeness is adopted from one of my aunts who would keep my living environment under the strictest level of hygiene. So, physically, I will be clean and healthy beyond reasonable doubt.

Once I outgrow my cousin, I am free to execute any sort of my rebellious thoughts. Being well-nourished by my grandma, I would never try ketamine. However, owing to my open-minded father and deviated uncle, who is the husband of my "cleaning auntie", my fluency in foul language should be world-class, and I could read as many pornos as I want. Thanks to Donald Tsang, I only have to deal with one open exam instead of two in order to get my entry ticket to the university.

Handsomely built, making girlfriends is never a problem to me. Sadly, most of these "港女" are materialistic and lack depth. None of them would discuss art and philosophy with me. Nevertheless, I accept the reality, get used to it a long time ago and even enjoy it quite a bit.

As everybody is a university graduate, I could only manage to get a so-so job. Though the job itself is always boring, my kidult colleagues could make fun all the time, with all the video games and figures. Sometimes, they would exchange information on the girls in Shen Zhen. Being conditioned to the strictest hygienic level, I would not participate in the "flesh market" in person, but listening to these snippets is usually funny.

If I could catch the normalcy of life expectancy, I would die at around 80. Though the life may not be as colourful as imagined, my "feast" would still be a bittersweet symphony.