It
seems that we suddenly find ourselves in the end of February (wherever did the
time go?!). February, the month of love and romance, and at least for this
year, also the month for the Australian Open.
Love means nothing? Well, yes, in tennis at least. One theory is that the tennis term is derived from the French word l’oeuf where oeuf means egg. Apparently, when the game was imported into France from England, the French used the word l’oeuf to mean ‘zero’, due to the resemblance of an egg to the written figure 0 - indeed, even in Malay, if you have nothing, a score of zero, the joke is you have an egg. At least two of the Treasure Hunts I’d been on had this in the questions.
Speaking of love, I can't quite get over my love (lust?) for bags. And this love does mean something.
