Easter Holiday - Shopping and a Visit to Devil's Dyke

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Shopping

On the first few days of Easter, SING (Shiny, Ivan, Nelson and Gary) went out shopping.  As the May Ball is on the way, people want to buy an outfit so that they look their best.  A spectacular suit is the dream of many men, including the SING.  Shiny was not looking for a suit, but he had just got “annoyed” by ING who told him that the way he dressed was too childish.  So he began to check himself again.

Usually, when you are criticized by two groups of people frequently, you’ve got to review yourself.  These two groups of people are “boys & girls”.  As you can’t have a 3rd group, the opinions from these two groups of people are absolutely vital and fatal.  For the past 20 years in my humble life, what I wear has definitely demonstrated the aesthetics of my mom since I don’t really pay any attention to clothing and I am happy for her to do so.  Gradually I’ve got used to the life.  Virtually school uniforms have become my favourites after wearing them for so long.  It is actually a breakthrough to hear their comments since I don't window shop any more.  Therefore this trip was meaningful.

The comment from Ivan about me was “country boy who comes into town”.  It was a fair comment which clearly told my situation.  Yet I still think that being united in terms of uniforms may look tedious but I like the simplicity sometimes.  “Whatever” has become my personal idiom since long time ago.  Because I was “sealed” and didn’t grow tall (just as plastic which can’t be reshaped), and as time passed on, I kept wearing the same clothes until they were worn out utterly.  I was aware that I've saved loads of money by not growing up!  As what the people say, the clothes I’ve brought to the UK were regarded as “sports clothes” and classified as “for kids”.  OMG, life is so short that we can’t afford to waste any time, but why shall we spend lots of time on the silly dressing?

Devil’s Dyke

On March 24th, I went to the Devil’s Dyke in East Sussex with three lovely little dollies: Lim, Mandy and Yuka. To get there, you need to take a number 77 bus which only runs on weekends and Bank Holidays.

It was not far away from Brighton Station.  30 minutes was enough.  A great valley can be seen there.  Within the image of the fascinating scenery, many visitors and tourists ran around with their dogs and other pets.

Just after the subtle rain, the ground was a bit wet.  We hiked on the muddy and slippery paths on which tons of “landmines” or “manure” can be seen and we even left our remarkable footprints on the stuff which was evacuated by the cows and sheep near the hills.  Obviously the girls were entertained by horses and doggies.

Actually we encountered a little puppy which kept coming to us, asking us to throw something for him to recollect.  We could hardly see such a scene in my hometown.  But here, we can see how close the relationship between people and animals is.  I “enticed” a horse and he then got attached to me.

It was incredibly chilly in the rural areas on that day, the dog was trembling, the horses were wearing clothes, and the one who held a camera (Shiny) was almost frozen.  I just couldn’t move!  It was so freezing that I couldn’t even feel how cold the cotton-liked snow was.  I just stood there quietly, gazing at the drifting snowflakes which fell on me and melt down until the snow started to cumulate on grass and roofs.  “If only there was someone standing in the snow with me.”