I know your face…

Yesterday, at the post-concert celebrations, a little reporter came up to me, and said, “I know you.” (In Cantonese, of course). I was about to spoon some sweet beancurd dessert into a bowl, and stopped short and stared at her. Looked somewhat familiar, but couldn’t place her face. Anyway. She went on to say that I was my sister’s older sister. To make things even more confusing, she used my sister’s Chinese name, which makes me laugh out loud now, but I mean, no one uses my sis’ Chinese name very much anymore. Haha. I seriously had no clue who she was. And she seemed really upset that I had no clue who she was. Hmmm.

Today at work, there was a freelance journalist lady who came up to me to thank me for doing something (it’s part of my job, she didn’t need to do that at all), and as I looked up at her (I was sitting, writing) she said, “Your have a very familiar face.” (It sounds better in Cantonese). And since she was a reporter person, I decided that it might have something to do with my sister, so I said, “My sis is a reporter, maybe you’re thinking of her!” But she ignored me, and went on and asked, “Are you Dora?” And I said, “Um.. no…” and then added that my sis’ name is kind of similar-ish… And then it hit her. She knew exactly who my sister is, and where they had met and when they had partied together.

My sis gets it a lot too. The “I know your face” thing, from people who know me. I’d understand it if we looked alike, but we really don’t you know… Hahahahhahaha… Madness.



My youngest brother has returned to HK for about three weeks. Yay. Wish my other bro was here too, but well, he’ll be back soon I’m sure. It was good to have family dinner at home on Easter Sunday. So blessed.