Merry Chrismas and Happy New Year to those who are celebrating this holiday.
I am still in the office, working overtime. Since Chrismas is not a holiday(I know now it is more than a holiday) in China, I wont complain being trapped in office--I worked overtime in my B-Day then who cares about a foreign holiday? Well, yes I know I am complaining--I am kept in office because not i havent finished my work but my teammate hasnt finished his work. It is not that I hate teamwork but I just dont like my life is constrain by other people.
Complaining is complaining. Still I am in office with my guys. lol
This is my first Chrismas in Beijing. How does it look like? Will it be any different? Well let's wait till next year to have the answer.
Oh I hate work overtime..............
2009年12月24日星期四
Last weekend I enjoyed myself with Cantonese cuisine. Expensive but plain. It is beijing style cantonese cuisine...not even cantoneser than my cooking.
Then I watched a modern drama called "The Temptation of Eve". Expensive but plain. I am wondering since when do i have such a bad memory(or is it just because the drama is not impressive enough?), for when i want to recall what this drama is about, i could only remember one lyric:"you do not love me" said the heroine.
In the drama, whatever the leading man did, the heroine would only get one conclusion:" You do not love me." I felt fun but annoyed by this woman: skeptical, lack of feeling of safety and -- she told her beloved:"I am so afraid, I feel insecurity. Is all because of you. Do you love me? Do you love me? No, you are lier, lier. You DO NOT love me." If I were a man, I really would get annoyed and want to get rid of this kind of woman. But meanwhile, as a female, I cannot stop myself being skeptical.
There is one kind of women who are safe and happy but they seem to be unsatified by this smooth life and would have to mess it up: extramarital affair? bingo! Battle with the breaker? bingo! Yes, that is the kind--they are skeptical and always think their husband will betray them--sooner or later. They keep tracking life details of their husbands and alert on any hairlike changes of their husband. They will hilarious when they find something:"see, that is what i said".
2009年11月30日星期一
今天是十二月一日，终于到十二月了，工作之后就不知道我天天脑袋里想啥了，日子一天天过，但是好像跟上大学那阵子没啥区别。比上学累点，少点自由，每天六点下班（如果能不加班的话），回家就是家庭主妇的样子，煮煮饭，擦擦地板，整理一下房间，再洗洗衣服，做个面膜，瘫在床上看看肥皂剧。天哪，我这正当年轻的人为什么成了这副德行？我不是应该去勾搭几个小文艺青年泡泡夜店啥的么？
上班的时间呢要不就是忙的要死，要不就是一天都没啥事情干，还得应付公司某些男性童鞋的骚扰。一眼望去，看不到一个帅哥。帅哥我也就不要求了，性格靠谱点的也找不到。都是一群自以为是，以为自己多牛多钻石以为我心甘情愿爱他们爱的不行以为答应和我在一起对我来说是一种赐福。苍天哪！！！我真是没啥企图。我只是想要个朋友一起玩啊！！！苍天哪！！！不过还好，我已经全部打发走了。但是我已经好久没有和人进行工作外沟通了，闺蜜果然是重要的。而我现在身边只有一个性格爱好和我男朋友很像的室友，而我最近还常常梦见她变成男的来骚扰我，吓的一身冷汗，人家对我这么好我居然还这么误解她我真是坏人一个。我最近梦很多，梦的很稀奇古怪。
我觉得再继续写下去会变成一篇我瞎囔囔的抱怨文章。我觉得这世界真离谱啊真离谱啊。总而言之我觉得我现在的生活没啥变化，我想要改变改变改变，我想要跳出去，这样活着太憋屈了。我的生活圈子不是这样子的，我不应该在这样的圈子里活着。我要跳出去。
上班的时间呢要不就是忙的要死，要不就是一天都没啥事情干，还得应付公司某些男性童鞋的骚扰。一眼望去，看不到一个帅哥。帅哥我也就不要求了，性格靠谱点的也找不到。都是一群自以为是，以为自己多牛多钻石以为我心甘情愿爱他们爱的不行以为答应和我在一起对我来说是一种赐福。苍天哪！！！我真是没啥企图。我只是想要个朋友一起玩啊！！！苍天哪！！！不过还好，我已经全部打发走了。但是我已经好久没有和人进行工作外沟通了，闺蜜果然是重要的。而我现在身边只有一个性格爱好和我男朋友很像的室友，而我最近还常常梦见她变成男的来骚扰我，吓的一身冷汗，人家对我这么好我居然还这么误解她我真是坏人一个。我最近梦很多，梦的很稀奇古怪。
我觉得再继续写下去会变成一篇我瞎囔囔的抱怨文章。我觉得这世界真离谱啊真离谱啊。总而言之我觉得我现在的生活没啥变化，我想要改变改变改变，我想要跳出去，这样活着太憋屈了。我的生活圈子不是这样子的，我不应该在这样的圈子里活着。我要跳出去。
2009年11月24日星期二
I never wrote my love story in my blogs--part is because when i began to write, the relationship broke up. Is that a curse? lol as a modern people, bathed in the super high-tech information society and as a IT worker, still believe I that the cautious is never gonna let you down. So I forbid myself from writing my relationship in blogs. Sometimes the so called "melancholy" would drive me write some "perfunctory" love story, nothing but how i loved him and the love would never be stronger--this is what i found in my drafts.
In my drafts, in those papers I have forgotten long ago, I found I was saying "The love is never gonna be stronger and i will never love anyone more than i love him" and an unfinished love letter. Sohow I am sort of afraid of seeing this kind of sentence, it is just like seeing envidance which proved me betraying myself.
When Tom told me "Now I feel more like friends", I realised that however we love someone and though we would never love anyone more than him, when he left, just let him go, life has to carry on. And when we thought that we have loved out all our hearts--no, it is not, there will always a bigger heart there waiting for you. That is me.
Now I sometimes still chat with Tom online like friends. The 1000 pages chatting history remains in my computer and I appreciate those days as sweet memory. Thanks for letting me know that I should never feel down because love is never end.
不管那时候多么爱一个人，也许还是会失去他。爱的时候心里总是会想，自己是多么爱这个人，再也无法用同样多的爱给另外一个人。但是我惊奇的发现，下一次的我总是更懂爱，下一次的我能给出的爱更多，下一个人总是我更愿意去爱的人。每一次的爱，我都很投入。
但我也希望，这样的下一次，不要再来。
In my drafts, in those papers I have forgotten long ago, I found I was saying "The love is never gonna be stronger and i will never love anyone more than i love him" and an unfinished love letter. Sohow I am sort of afraid of seeing this kind of sentence, it is just like seeing envidance which proved me betraying myself.
When Tom told me "Now I feel more like friends", I realised that however we love someone and though we would never love anyone more than him, when he left, just let him go, life has to carry on. And when we thought that we have loved out all our hearts--no, it is not, there will always a bigger heart there waiting for you. That is me.
Now I sometimes still chat with Tom online like friends. The 1000 pages chatting history remains in my computer and I appreciate those days as sweet memory. Thanks for letting me know that I should never feel down because love is never end.
不管那时候多么爱一个人，也许还是会失去他。爱的时候心里总是会想，自己是多么爱这个人，再也无法用同样多的爱给另外一个人。但是我惊奇的发现，下一次的我总是更懂爱，下一次的我能给出的爱更多，下一个人总是我更愿意去爱的人。每一次的爱，我都很投入。
但我也希望，这样的下一次，不要再来。
2009年11月16日星期一
Hey Guys, here is me, blogging again.
Norah Jones has a new ablum "The Fall". I heard it from ICRT radio station for the first time and Chasing Pirates is a good one. The radio station has played this song now and then for the whole afternoon. Although fall has slipped away from beijing, this song bought back some feeling of blue romance.
Listen to the ICRT now this afternoon again and here is the song it is playing: John Mayer's “Who Says” and here is the lyric of the first part.
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me and my house alone
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says I can’t be free?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
If u want to see it, here comes the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ppPIbDkRq8
Have I mentioned that now I am sharing a room with my collegue? Probably it is because of four-year's domitory life, i now would even feel uncomfe to live alone, will always feel afraid. Two monthes ago, my grandma died, she is my dearest person of my life. But i was the last person who knew the sad news. During those days, I cried a lot and asked why there was no sign to let me know. I wanted to see grandma again. I was afraid. I dont know why. At one side I wanted to see grandma, came to fareware to me. Meanwhile, i was afraid when night came.
At one moonshine night, we turned light off and were preparing to sleep. I looked out though the curtain of the big window, something black was standing at the top of the window. I was scared but I should not -- that might just be grandma. She didnt come in because there was my roommate.
Then several days later, I called my mum. She told me she could not sleep well and heard noise sound of funitures cracked at night and then, that night my roommat didnot come back and i spent the whole night scared -- i woke up suddenly and felt something was pressing me......and someone was walking at the floor above and the noise of cracked furniture......
Sleepy afternoon..............
Norah Jones has a new ablum "The Fall". I heard it from ICRT radio station for the first time and Chasing Pirates is a good one. The radio station has played this song now and then for the whole afternoon. Although fall has slipped away from beijing, this song bought back some feeling of blue romance.
Listen to the ICRT now this afternoon again and here is the song it is playing: John Mayer's “Who Says” and here is the lyric of the first part.
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me and my house alone
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says I can’t be free?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
If u want to see it, here comes the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ppPIbDkRq8
Have I mentioned that now I am sharing a room with my collegue? Probably it is because of four-year's domitory life, i now would even feel uncomfe to live alone, will always feel afraid. Two monthes ago, my grandma died, she is my dearest person of my life. But i was the last person who knew the sad news. During those days, I cried a lot and asked why there was no sign to let me know. I wanted to see grandma again. I was afraid. I dont know why. At one side I wanted to see grandma, came to fareware to me. Meanwhile, i was afraid when night came.
At one moonshine night, we turned light off and were preparing to sleep. I looked out though the curtain of the big window, something black was standing at the top of the window. I was scared but I should not -- that might just be grandma. She didnt come in because there was my roommate.
Then several days later, I called my mum. She told me she could not sleep well and heard noise sound of funitures cracked at night and then, that night my roommat didnot come back and i spent the whole night scared -- i woke up suddenly and felt something was pressing me......and someone was walking at the floor above and the noise of cracked furniture......
Sleepy afternoon..............
2009年11月15日星期日
Day after days
Whenever I want to blog something, the first thing i mention would probably be the time. I always say time flies and boring days. But actually my life was not that boring, it is rather sweet now.
Except five workdays in a week, the two-day weekend always is not long enough to have fun of my own. Ususally I would TV the friday night late and have a sound sleep till the next day.
I do not sleep too much now because there is more things to do rather then wasting time sleeping.
After waking up I would go to food market which just located after the house where I live. At weekends there is enough time to make even a feast. But, sigh, my roommate always hang out with her friends at weekend even go out during workdays and it is not that intertesting to cook for myself!
I just realised that although it is the fifth month i stayed in beijing, i still have not built my friends circles. No girlfriend to gossip or shop together who shares the same style or interest with me. How about colleagues? We do have a lot female collegues here but since it is a IT company, most girls here studied science and it is not likely that we could share a common interest.
For the past weeks, beijing had snowed three times and two at weekends. It is so cold that i have to stay indoor. When we have nice weather, i would go shopping, have to shop alone. Last weekend I spent four hours shopping and in fact half of the time was used in the road. lol beijing is big one ~
Work now.....
Except five workdays in a week, the two-day weekend always is not long enough to have fun of my own. Ususally I would TV the friday night late and have a sound sleep till the next day.
I do not sleep too much now because there is more things to do rather then wasting time sleeping.
After waking up I would go to food market which just located after the house where I live. At weekends there is enough time to make even a feast. But, sigh, my roommate always hang out with her friends at weekend even go out during workdays and it is not that intertesting to cook for myself!
I just realised that although it is the fifth month i stayed in beijing, i still have not built my friends circles. No girlfriend to gossip or shop together who shares the same style or interest with me. How about colleagues? We do have a lot female collegues here but since it is a IT company, most girls here studied science and it is not likely that we could share a common interest.
For the past weeks, beijing had snowed three times and two at weekends. It is so cold that i have to stay indoor. When we have nice weather, i would go shopping, have to shop alone. Last weekend I spent four hours shopping and in fact half of the time was used in the road. lol beijing is big one ~
Work now.....
2009年11月2日星期一
Beijing has snowed!
It really was a early snow this year. I remember that it usually snows at the end of November or even later. But this year, wow, i did not expect it to come so early.
It was at the weekend. I woke up in the early morning -- we planned to go to kalaok that day. I pull the curtain aside and push the window open(a big french window it is lol) and my sleepy eyes wide open: snow! heavy snow! and they kept falling down
The scene outside was such a fairy tale style. A two floor building with stairway outside used to be covered in Bostonivy now it is brown and white. The snow liked the tenderest quilt, tranquilize the world.
It was at the weekend. I woke up in the early morning -- we planned to go to kalaok that day. I pull the curtain aside and push the window open(a big french window it is lol) and my sleepy eyes wide open: snow! heavy snow! and they kept falling down
The scene outside was such a fairy tale style. A two floor building with stairway outside used to be covered in Bostonivy now it is brown and white. The snow liked the tenderest quilt, tranquilize the world.
2009年9月17日星期四
My Life So Far......
High School studied Science
University majored in English
After Graduation worked as Software Tester
Well is there anything more unexpected going to happen?
Now I joined Microsoft Dynamics CRM team. I found this work fit me more-- for well, literally it is "dynamics. CRM is an software with powerful customization possible. Thus the testing work is less boring. I was testing some web in the past month and was doing rounds of test pass. It is really boring and anonying--I could even not tell out bugs after the fifth round of test pass. Luckily I was sent to CRM team. After a week's study, I found it is complex and it is until I began to write cases for it did I realize the meaning of Dynamics.
As I said before, MS Dynamics CRM has powerful customization possible. Developers will customize it according to the requirements of clients. Thus the testing work it trigger will be various.
Hmmm...I am going to move to my new place to sleep in soon, huge price cost. But as long as I settle down, my life in Beijing is going to start. It is not a good feeling that to drifting around. Rootless, homeless...helpless.
The lonelier I felt, the more I wanted to be alone.
My new place to sleep in is just in ten minutes' walk to my company and time could be saved for doing meanful things. The place I lived before took 1.5hour or more to arrive at company!!!Got gutted in the traffic jam!:( Now there are two girls and a grandni living there and I will share my room with a colleague. It is an old-style building with red-brick wall covered by green Bostonivy. It used to be the dormitry of 239 troop and now most people lived there are elder ones. It is far from the road so is quite quiet there. :) like it very much. My room is in the floor one and we have a big balcony!
As the national day is approaching, Beijing people are sort of busy :) Red lanterns are hung all alones the streets. Red is our colour, symbolizing joy and vigor.
University majored in English
After Graduation worked as Software Tester
Well is there anything more unexpected going to happen?
Now I joined Microsoft Dynamics CRM team. I found this work fit me more-- for well, literally it is "dynamics. CRM is an software with powerful customization possible. Thus the testing work is less boring. I was testing some web in the past month and was doing rounds of test pass. It is really boring and anonying--I could even not tell out bugs after the fifth round of test pass. Luckily I was sent to CRM team. After a week's study, I found it is complex and it is until I began to write cases for it did I realize the meaning of Dynamics.
As I said before, MS Dynamics CRM has powerful customization possible. Developers will customize it according to the requirements of clients. Thus the testing work it trigger will be various.
Hmmm...I am going to move to my new place to sleep in soon, huge price cost. But as long as I settle down, my life in Beijing is going to start. It is not a good feeling that to drifting around. Rootless, homeless...helpless.
The lonelier I felt, the more I wanted to be alone.
My new place to sleep in is just in ten minutes' walk to my company and time could be saved for doing meanful things. The place I lived before took 1.5hour or more to arrive at company!!!Got gutted in the traffic jam!:( Now there are two girls and a grandni living there and I will share my room with a colleague. It is an old-style building with red-brick wall covered by green Bostonivy. It used to be the dormitry of 239 troop and now most people lived there are elder ones. It is far from the road so is quite quiet there. :) like it very much. My room is in the floor one and we have a big balcony!
As the national day is approaching, Beijing people are sort of busy :) Red lanterns are hung all alones the streets. Red is our colour, symbolizing joy and vigor.
2009年8月31日星期一
2009年8月28日星期五
哇塞
我住的地方附近有一所小學，但是卻沒有看到小學生，今天上班的時候，突然看到了很多小學生，於是才幡然醒悟，哦，原來，人家在放暑假呢。校門口有一位老師，手持體溫測量儀，小學生們排好著隊伍，一個接著一個接受體溫計的問候。小學生們穿著深藍白相間的校服，我看著心情頓時好了起來。
今天早上稍微有點秋天的涼了，在這個時節，我卻喜歡穿小背心和裙子，沒有了夏天的炎熱，在涼風中暴露出手臂和小腿，冷冷的，很舒服。
綠油油的葉子在金燦燦的太陽光下閃閃發光。
這是我一生中最勇敢的時刻，沒有可以失去的，沒有已經擁有的，我從來沒有這麼勇敢過。
Show Me What I Am Looking For(ICRT在放的歌曲)
在北京的日子似乎过得很快，今天是周五了，一点感觉都没有耶。
今天早上稍微有點秋天的涼了，在這個時節，我卻喜歡穿小背心和裙子，沒有了夏天的炎熱，在涼風中暴露出手臂和小腿，冷冷的，很舒服。
綠油油的葉子在金燦燦的太陽光下閃閃發光。
這是我一生中最勇敢的時刻，沒有可以失去的，沒有已經擁有的，我從來沒有這麼勇敢過。
Show Me What I Am Looking For(ICRT在放的歌曲)
在北京的日子似乎过得很快，今天是周五了，一点感觉都没有耶。
2009年8月10日星期一
Piu~~~PiuPiu~
公司的網路實在是慢得不行了，抽空過來寫幾句。
終於又開始做飯了，一個人生活總是不注意花錢，上個禮拜開支的太多，從這周起要好好節約。
週末最好能找個兼職，我喜歡上一雙高跟鞋，雖然估計是沒什麼機會穿，但是還是很想佔有它，要是週末能有兼職的話，倒是可以考慮買下來，上次想念的太厲害，一整個晚上都夢見自己在鞋盒子里尋找它，週六的時候又去商場櫥櫃里看了它幾眼。
在北京上班路上看到的女士們大多都穿的是運動鞋，至少也是平底鞋，因為擠車這件事情可不是能拿來開玩笑的。大擺的裙子也是可以不用考慮，上了車之後發現裙子已經被卡在車門外，或者在人群中裙子被拉扯開來，情況都比較麻煩，所以在北京上班儘量是能穿的多運動就多運動。
我最近開始養成早上洗澡的習慣了。早上醒來之後，放幾個奶黃包到電飯煲里蒸著，就去浴室開始洗澡。洗好之後出來戴隱形眼鏡，然後去冰箱掏一瓶奶製品出來，打開電視，開始吃早飯。可以看看早間新聞，有時候還會看看路況，不過看完之後基本就想把出門的時間再推遲一會兒，北京的早晨似乎很早就開始堵車，幸好我公司早上遲到沒什麼關係哈。
爲什麽要早上洗澡呢？因為下班回到家基本已經七八點了，想洗頭都是干不了，只能早上洗咯，這倒有點事歐美人的習慣，我問過湯同學，爲什麽你們喜歡早上起來洗澡，他說因為晚上在家沒有人聞你呀，白天出去有人聞你呀。但我比較崇尚睡前洗澡，洗的香香的，舒舒服服的睡覺去，第二天早上也不會臭掉嘛。
爭取不加班不遲到。oh yeah。
終於又開始做飯了，一個人生活總是不注意花錢，上個禮拜開支的太多，從這周起要好好節約。
週末最好能找個兼職，我喜歡上一雙高跟鞋，雖然估計是沒什麼機會穿，但是還是很想佔有它，要是週末能有兼職的話，倒是可以考慮買下來，上次想念的太厲害，一整個晚上都夢見自己在鞋盒子里尋找它，週六的時候又去商場櫥櫃里看了它幾眼。
在北京上班路上看到的女士們大多都穿的是運動鞋，至少也是平底鞋，因為擠車這件事情可不是能拿來開玩笑的。大擺的裙子也是可以不用考慮，上了車之後發現裙子已經被卡在車門外，或者在人群中裙子被拉扯開來，情況都比較麻煩，所以在北京上班儘量是能穿的多運動就多運動。
我最近開始養成早上洗澡的習慣了。早上醒來之後，放幾個奶黃包到電飯煲里蒸著，就去浴室開始洗澡。洗好之後出來戴隱形眼鏡，然後去冰箱掏一瓶奶製品出來，打開電視，開始吃早飯。可以看看早間新聞，有時候還會看看路況，不過看完之後基本就想把出門的時間再推遲一會兒，北京的早晨似乎很早就開始堵車，幸好我公司早上遲到沒什麼關係哈。
爲什麽要早上洗澡呢？因為下班回到家基本已經七八點了，想洗頭都是干不了，只能早上洗咯，這倒有點事歐美人的習慣，我問過湯同學，爲什麽你們喜歡早上起來洗澡，他說因為晚上在家沒有人聞你呀，白天出去有人聞你呀。但我比較崇尚睡前洗澡，洗的香香的，舒舒服服的睡覺去，第二天早上也不會臭掉嘛。
爭取不加班不遲到。oh yeah。
2009年8月4日星期二
龍鬚麵的故事
這是一個很簡單的故事。
時間：八月一號中午過後
地點：我們的房間里
天氣：灰濛濛，雨前的悶熱
人物：四個女孩，Pink的表哥，Pink的表哥的電話的那一頭的人
事件：
同學週末來我們住處洗澡，順便看看我們，正在說著的時候，Pink的表哥就進來了，拿這個電話讓她接，她在陽臺接電話，用她們家鄉的方言講著。我說大家都在這，我今晚煮面給大家吃吧，於是我就出門買面去了，門口的便利店的可愛多在做活動，我穿著睡衣，買了一個可愛多，把鑰匙掛在胸前，就慢悠悠的踩著拖鞋去買面了。
後來我買面回來，Pink已經接完了電話，表哥也迅速的消失了，同學在浴室洗澡，家裡有點安靜，只有浴室熱水器呼呼的燒水的聲音，以及水花濺下來的聲音，Pink坐在床前，我把面放在桌上，她對我說：我要回去了，表哥說給我定明天下午的車票回家。
時間：八月一號中午過後
地點：我們的房間里
天氣：灰濛濛，雨前的悶熱
人物：四個女孩，Pink的表哥，Pink的表哥的電話的那一頭的人
事件：
同學週末來我們住處洗澡，順便看看我們，正在說著的時候，Pink的表哥就進來了，拿這個電話讓她接，她在陽臺接電話，用她們家鄉的方言講著。我說大家都在這，我今晚煮面給大家吃吧，於是我就出門買面去了，門口的便利店的可愛多在做活動，我穿著睡衣，買了一個可愛多，把鑰匙掛在胸前，就慢悠悠的踩著拖鞋去買面了。
後來我買面回來，Pink已經接完了電話，表哥也迅速的消失了，同學在浴室洗澡，家裡有點安靜，只有浴室熱水器呼呼的燒水的聲音，以及水花濺下來的聲音，Pink坐在床前，我把面放在桌上，她對我說：我要回去了，表哥說給我定明天下午的車票回家。
2009年7月30日星期四
2009年7月16日星期四
Beijing
我說要來北京，我念叨了一年要來北京，現在我坐在北京的辦公樓裡，吹著冷冷的空調。
這裡每天晚上都會有雷陣雨，雷聲依舊強大的讓我恐懼，他們說，北京的雨季開始了，我很好奇，北方居然也有雨季么？但這裡的雨下的不會長，一陣一陣的，總是很快就過去。
上班的第一天，我心愛的小男孩告訴我，let's end it. 我坐在電腦面前，一下子就迷失掉了。
我對他說，我是為你來的北京的，他說，你看你看，我已經告訴你很多次不要因為我去做什麽事。來北京，是我心裡的一個執著，不知道從什麼時候開始，在心裡埋下了這麼一個執著，之间有着不同的人支持着我这个执着。但是现在我来到了这里，所有的支持，突然就消失掉了。
继续写这篇文章已经是上班第二周的周五了。正要開始寫的時候，總監Ken把我們兩叫了出去，讓我們試著翻譯一個項目，好開心，我幹活去了！
2009年6月25日星期四
2009年6月12日星期五
2009年6月11日星期四
A letter
親愛的先生：Dear Sir:
想來已經好久好久沒有人在夜深的時候和我發簡訊了，這幾天的晚上很想找人說話，躺在床上只好一遍一遍的翻看通訊錄，找不到可以交談的人。我的話想告訴一個很親密很親密的人，不是親人，也不是愛人，大約是擔心親人擔心，愛人厭煩吧？也許是對愛的不自信吧？
It has been a long long time since someone texted me at late night. I rly wanna talk these days, but i could find nobody. I was lying in bed and revising numbers in my phone. I wanna talk to someone intimate , but neither my parents nor my lover. Just dont wanna my parents worry me and dont wanna bother my lover or am i just not that confidence about love?
這幾天我隨身聽里面下載的的都是新聞報道，晚上睡不著的時候就打開來聽。我的床鋪上有兩個枕頭，我的耳朵要放在兩個枕頭中間的縫隙里，這樣帶著耳機的時候就不會壓倒痛了。我的耳機有兩米長的線，我常常想象當我有了自己的家，我赤裸著腳，帶戴著耳機啊，拉著長長的耳機線，從臥室走到冰箱前的景象。我拉開冰箱門，去取那裡面一盒很大很大的冰牛奶。但如果我有了自己的家，爲什麽我還要帶耳機呢？
I download the audio versions of economist to my mp3 and listen to them when i was having a sleepless night. Two pillows in my bed ha! So i can rest my ear inbetween them--wont hurt when i was wearing the headphone. It got two meter's cord ! lol Imagine when i have a home of my own i could wear the headpiece with long cord, walking bare feet from my bedroom to the fridge to get the icey milk. But why shall i still wear the headphone when i have my home?
今天我這兒很冷喔。都已經六月份了，但是這裡的氣溫居然是十度。街上很多行人都穿上了外套，我也覺得冷，可是我想，現在是六月了，外套是多么不合理的一件事情呀。所以我還是穿著短袖。
It is cold here today. Hmm June now, and the tempreture is around 10'C -.- Many pedestrians have added another coat. I also am feeling chilly but how unreason that one wears a coat in June？So I am just ha, standing in the chilly wind with short-shirt.
親愛的先生，謝謝你聽我說話。
Dear Sir. Thx for listening to me. X
祝好
Regrads
小鬆餅
Muffin
想來已經好久好久沒有人在夜深的時候和我發簡訊了，這幾天的晚上很想找人說話，躺在床上只好一遍一遍的翻看通訊錄，找不到可以交談的人。我的話想告訴一個很親密很親密的人，不是親人，也不是愛人，大約是擔心親人擔心，愛人厭煩吧？也許是對愛的不自信吧？
It has been a long long time since someone texted me at late night. I rly wanna talk these days, but i could find nobody. I was lying in bed and revising numbers in my phone. I wanna talk to someone intimate , but neither my parents nor my lover. Just dont wanna my parents worry me and dont wanna bother my lover or am i just not that confidence about love?
這幾天我隨身聽里面下載的的都是新聞報道，晚上睡不著的時候就打開來聽。我的床鋪上有兩個枕頭，我的耳朵要放在兩個枕頭中間的縫隙里，這樣帶著耳機的時候就不會壓倒痛了。我的耳機有兩米長的線，我常常想象當我有了自己的家，我赤裸著腳，帶戴著耳機啊，拉著長長的耳機線，從臥室走到冰箱前的景象。我拉開冰箱門，去取那裡面一盒很大很大的冰牛奶。但如果我有了自己的家，爲什麽我還要帶耳機呢？
I download the audio versions of economist to my mp3 and listen to them when i was having a sleepless night. Two pillows in my bed ha! So i can rest my ear inbetween them--wont hurt when i was wearing the headphone. It got two meter's cord ! lol Imagine when i have a home of my own i could wear the headpiece with long cord, walking bare feet from my bedroom to the fridge to get the icey milk. But why shall i still wear the headphone when i have my home?
今天我這兒很冷喔。都已經六月份了，但是這裡的氣溫居然是十度。街上很多行人都穿上了外套，我也覺得冷，可是我想，現在是六月了，外套是多么不合理的一件事情呀。所以我還是穿著短袖。
It is cold here today. Hmm June now, and the tempreture is around 10'C -.- Many pedestrians have added another coat. I also am feeling chilly but how unreason that one wears a coat in June？So I am just ha, standing in the chilly wind with short-shirt.
親愛的先生，謝謝你聽我說話。
Dear Sir. Thx for listening to me. X
祝好
Regrads
小鬆餅
Muffin
2009年5月14日星期四
我舍不得
好像越长大就越不容易伤心，遇到的人多了就越容易释怀。
昨晚我梦见自己喝酒去了，场景是我常常梦到的那个，在那条街上我总是在奔跑或是寻找，这一次，我在这条街坐上了一辆巴士。我抱着电脑坐在巴士上，下车的时候却把电脑包包落在车上，于是我又奔跑了起来。我拿到了包包，就去了一家很小的店吃饭，我说老板，给我下一碗面吧。这个时侯，店里的人渐渐多了起来，他们渐渐变成了我熟悉的人，我们坐在一起，我不怎么说话，但我记得当时的气氛还是蛮好的。我说我想要一杯水，一个男生要了一杯淡淡的饮料，可是端上来却是一杯酒，说是茅台（显得不是那么烂漫了哈，为什么不是鸡尾酒什么的，哈哈）。他们喝了几口，酒就到我这儿，没什么人注意我，我就慢慢把剩下的半杯酒全部喝掉了。梦里居然有醉掉的晕呼呼的悲伤感觉。我不爱喝酒，想喝酒的时候多半是心情很糟糕的时候。喝多了就会多起来呜呜的哭。但是其实每次我都没有喝醉，我都是很清醒的，只是脚步有点飘，心理防线有点崩溃。我在哭，却不知道为了什么哭，只是觉得很悲伤，很悲伤。而现在不愿意轻易喝醉了，连酒都不怎么喝了，最近一次喝酒是因为晚上睡不好，喝了点葡萄酒来安眠。
Last night, i dreamt that i went to get some drink. The plot was a familar one- i always ran or tried to find something in that street of my dream. This time, i took a bus. I left my laptop bag in the bus then i started to run after the bus. I got my bag and went to a small restaurant. I said to the cook:"I want noodle please." Then, the restaurant became crowed and i seemed happen to know these people. I asked for a glass of water and didnt get it and a boy wanted a light drink but came a Chinese Maotai--a kind of strong white wine. He drank it and the rest was passed to me. Nobody noticed me so I drank it. I even felt i was a little bit dizzy in the dream. I dont like alcohol and it is only because i want to get myself drunk to ease my saddness. Then after i have had too much alcohol, i will hide myself and weeping--it is kind of funny--i know i am not drunk but i just feel rly rly sad. I dont drink now , nothing good to get drunk for it helps nothing. The most recent drink is half glass of red wine i used to get myself a sound sleep--only some sip and is nice and healthy.
梦的结尾不记得了，是不是在那边很悲伤的哭，我估计大抵是没有的。我记得的最后一个场景是我对小白说：我最近把被子搬到你的床铺上睡了，不知道你提前回来，今天我估计要喝醉了，没办法帮你收拾了。
I dont remember how my dream ended-- was i crying saddly in dream? i guess not. The last scene i remember was I was saying to my girlfriend Bai:" I moved to your dorm these days and i dont know you will come back beforehand. I think i am gonna drunk today and i dont think i could help you to remove my thing away from your bed...."
然后我似乎就突然醒了。醒来发现昨晚睡前忘记脱掉的睡衣居然不知道什么时候自己脱掉了，心里还吓了一跳，就一下子醒了。
Then i woke up suddenly, to find i had took off my pyjamas--(in dream) and got shocked a bit and felt wide awake.
最近又开始能记得梦境，不过都是很家常的梦。偶尔也梦见自己醒了，似乎灵魂出窍一般。
I can recall my dream again recent but were all ordinary dreams. Sometimes i dreamt i had awake -- just like the soul had left me--astral trip it is called.
越长大就越容易释怀吗？我知道自己会舍不得，伤心还是控制不住，但是嘴硬的功夫却原来越好，我那么说，多说几次，自己就会以为自己的心意是真的如自己所说的那样吧。遇到许多人后，对他们能长久的存在你身边的念想渐渐弱了。也许一开始的时候还会伸手出来，但是渐渐的却只会在原地摆出微笑的表情。每次喜欢上一个人的时候就会爱很爱，爱到不能再多一点爱，后来知道要失去了，“可是能怎么办呢？”“唔，你看，没办法，真的没方法。”“那好吧。”我知道，人总是不愿意改变，起码我是这样的，不是说不改变生活，而只是希望身边的人，不要失去。接纳一个人了，就觉得他什么都是好的，就算有缺点，也完全视而不见，C说我是很多情的，是的，我很容易动情，不论是男孩子，还是女孩子，有时候就情不自禁的喜欢上了，但这种感觉是属于自己的，是自己心里的默默的喜欢,不需要互动，互动或者还会破坏这种美好的感觉。
is it easier to let go after growing up? No. i know i am still reluctant and could not stop being sad.
写了这些乱七八糟的东西，我自己却迷糊了。不知道为什么，明明知道这是自己的博客，明明知道就算被看到也是没什么关系，但是每次写的时候，却很害怕说出自己心中的那一段主题。
After writing all this messes, i got confused myself. I don't know why, i know it is my blog and it does not matter if anyone come to read it . But whenever i am writing it, i am afraid to write down what i really want to say.
其实很简单，以上的完全都是无关紧要的废话，其实只是这样一件事请: 我喜欢上了一个人，也许我要失去他了，我很伤心，但是我还是装出没关系的样子。我不知道要和谁说这样的事，因为在别人眼里看来，这也许是离奇的，无法理解的，不值一提的。他们不会认为那可以算是一段感情，而现在我自己却也怀疑了。
It is very simple: erase all the silly sentimental part, the rest is like this: I fall in love with someone and now i think i am gonna to lose him. I am sad but pretending i am ok. I dont know to whom i could tell about my story for they wont like to listen to this, it is not worth giving spare mind to it--they will reply like this, well, they wont consider it is sort of real love and now i begin to doubt too.
Honey , you said nothing will gonna take you away from me. We Will be together.
I love you.
昨晚我梦见自己喝酒去了，场景是我常常梦到的那个，在那条街上我总是在奔跑或是寻找，这一次，我在这条街坐上了一辆巴士。我抱着电脑坐在巴士上，下车的时候却把电脑包包落在车上，于是我又奔跑了起来。我拿到了包包，就去了一家很小的店吃饭，我说老板，给我下一碗面吧。这个时侯，店里的人渐渐多了起来，他们渐渐变成了我熟悉的人，我们坐在一起，我不怎么说话，但我记得当时的气氛还是蛮好的。我说我想要一杯水，一个男生要了一杯淡淡的饮料，可是端上来却是一杯酒，说是茅台（显得不是那么烂漫了哈，为什么不是鸡尾酒什么的，哈哈）。他们喝了几口，酒就到我这儿，没什么人注意我，我就慢慢把剩下的半杯酒全部喝掉了。梦里居然有醉掉的晕呼呼的悲伤感觉。我不爱喝酒，想喝酒的时候多半是心情很糟糕的时候。喝多了就会多起来呜呜的哭。但是其实每次我都没有喝醉，我都是很清醒的，只是脚步有点飘，心理防线有点崩溃。我在哭，却不知道为了什么哭，只是觉得很悲伤，很悲伤。而现在不愿意轻易喝醉了，连酒都不怎么喝了，最近一次喝酒是因为晚上睡不好，喝了点葡萄酒来安眠。
Last night, i dreamt that i went to get some drink. The plot was a familar one- i always ran or tried to find something in that street of my dream. This time, i took a bus. I left my laptop bag in the bus then i started to run after the bus. I got my bag and went to a small restaurant. I said to the cook:"I want noodle please." Then, the restaurant became crowed and i seemed happen to know these people. I asked for a glass of water and didnt get it and a boy wanted a light drink but came a Chinese Maotai--a kind of strong white wine. He drank it and the rest was passed to me. Nobody noticed me so I drank it. I even felt i was a little bit dizzy in the dream. I dont like alcohol and it is only because i want to get myself drunk to ease my saddness. Then after i have had too much alcohol, i will hide myself and weeping--it is kind of funny--i know i am not drunk but i just feel rly rly sad. I dont drink now , nothing good to get drunk for it helps nothing. The most recent drink is half glass of red wine i used to get myself a sound sleep--only some sip and is nice and healthy.
梦的结尾不记得了，是不是在那边很悲伤的哭，我估计大抵是没有的。我记得的最后一个场景是我对小白说：我最近把被子搬到你的床铺上睡了，不知道你提前回来，今天我估计要喝醉了，没办法帮你收拾了。
I dont remember how my dream ended-- was i crying saddly in dream? i guess not. The last scene i remember was I was saying to my girlfriend Bai:" I moved to your dorm these days and i dont know you will come back beforehand. I think i am gonna drunk today and i dont think i could help you to remove my thing away from your bed...."
然后我似乎就突然醒了。醒来发现昨晚睡前忘记脱掉的睡衣居然不知道什么时候自己脱掉了，心里还吓了一跳，就一下子醒了。
Then i woke up suddenly, to find i had took off my pyjamas--(in dream) and got shocked a bit and felt wide awake.
最近又开始能记得梦境，不过都是很家常的梦。偶尔也梦见自己醒了，似乎灵魂出窍一般。
I can recall my dream again recent but were all ordinary dreams. Sometimes i dreamt i had awake -- just like the soul had left me--astral trip it is called.
越长大就越容易释怀吗？我知道自己会舍不得，伤心还是控制不住，但是嘴硬的功夫却原来越好，我那么说，多说几次，自己就会以为自己的心意是真的如自己所说的那样吧。遇到许多人后，对他们能长久的存在你身边的念想渐渐弱了。也许一开始的时候还会伸手出来，但是渐渐的却只会在原地摆出微笑的表情。每次喜欢上一个人的时候就会爱很爱，爱到不能再多一点爱，后来知道要失去了，“可是能怎么办呢？”“唔，你看，没办法，真的没方法。”“那好吧。”我知道，人总是不愿意改变，起码我是这样的，不是说不改变生活，而只是希望身边的人，不要失去。接纳一个人了，就觉得他什么都是好的，就算有缺点，也完全视而不见，C说我是很多情的，是的，我很容易动情，不论是男孩子，还是女孩子，有时候就情不自禁的喜欢上了，但这种感觉是属于自己的，是自己心里的默默的喜欢,不需要互动，互动或者还会破坏这种美好的感觉。
is it easier to let go after growing up? No. i know i am still reluctant and could not stop being sad.
写了这些乱七八糟的东西，我自己却迷糊了。不知道为什么，明明知道这是自己的博客，明明知道就算被看到也是没什么关系，但是每次写的时候，却很害怕说出自己心中的那一段主题。
After writing all this messes, i got confused myself. I don't know why, i know it is my blog and it does not matter if anyone come to read it . But whenever i am writing it, i am afraid to write down what i really want to say.
其实很简单，以上的完全都是无关紧要的废话，其实只是这样一件事请: 我喜欢上了一个人，也许我要失去他了，我很伤心，但是我还是装出没关系的样子。我不知道要和谁说这样的事，因为在别人眼里看来，这也许是离奇的，无法理解的，不值一提的。他们不会认为那可以算是一段感情，而现在我自己却也怀疑了。
It is very simple: erase all the silly sentimental part, the rest is like this: I fall in love with someone and now i think i am gonna to lose him. I am sad but pretending i am ok. I dont know to whom i could tell about my story for they wont like to listen to this, it is not worth giving spare mind to it--they will reply like this, well, they wont consider it is sort of real love and now i begin to doubt too.
Honey , you said nothing will gonna take you away from me. We Will be together.
I love you.
2009年5月11日星期一
Get On with Our Lives
Get On with Our Lives
Elder Steven E. Snow
Of the Presidency of the Seventy
Having faith is very important. John Pomfret have said that most chinese people in modern society is confronting with a sense of emptiness in moral life. What is the belief of our chinese people? I dont mean to believe in a specific imagine or religion. It is a belief, a faith, something in your heart that you can rely on and from which you get your strength. "without faith there cannot be any hope" (Moroni 7:42). With faith, one expels fear; with faith, one obtains courage; with faith, ones withstands all the obstacles. By listening to the prophets, we will have an eternal and proper perspective--then shall we firmly establish the faith in our mind and heart--as long as we have faith with us, we should always be of good cheer and at last, may we get on our lives with hearts of gratitude. Amen.
Chinese Version
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-53-1069-25,00.html
Elder Steven E. Snow
Of the Presidency of the Seventy
"By listening to the prophets, keeping an eternal perspective, having faith, and being of good cheer, we can face life’s unexpected challenges."
Elder Steven shared with us the attitude of dealing with changes in our lives. Change is an inevitable and important part of life--it brings challenges; it helps people progressing their lives. No matter welcomed or not, changes, good and bad, still come to you naturally. What should you do then? To digest it or to hide from it? Elder Steven pointed out that people who were reluctant to meet with changes were probably because they were used to the comfortable life, or they just felt fear or lacked in faith. He said that"Grandmother's lap is often more comfortable than the trials of kindergarden. Our parents' basement, with unlimited video games, may be more appealing than college, marriage, or a career" -- which is human. How can we then best prepare for the changes we must inevitably face as we progress through life?-- He gave us four advises--"By listening to the prophets, keeping an eternal perspective, having faith, and being of good cheer, we can face life’s unexpected challenges"
Keeping an eternal perspective means we should believe in that all these changes together with challenges they bring are "part of God's plan" and while we make righteous decisions, we will become stronger by undergoing God's test.Having faith is very important. John Pomfret have said that most chinese people in modern society is confronting with a sense of emptiness in moral life. What is the belief of our chinese people? I dont mean to believe in a specific imagine or religion. It is a belief, a faith, something in your heart that you can rely on and from which you get your strength. "without faith there cannot be any hope" (Moroni 7:42). With faith, one expels fear; with faith, one obtains courage; with faith, ones withstands all the obstacles. By listening to the prophets, we will have an eternal and proper perspective--then shall we firmly establish the faith in our mind and heart--as long as we have faith with us, we should always be of good cheer and at last, may we get on our lives with hearts of gratitude. Amen.
Chinese Version
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-53-1069-25,00.html
2009年5月10日星期日
2009年5月9日星期六
R u coming to balance me?
I love sitting on the edge. R u coming to balance me? Rescue?Yes yes, i need that...
Curiosity ruins life.
I do care about you.
Well , today I found a nicewebsite.We can listen to Gospel here.
http://lds.org/conference/display/0,5234,23-53,00.html
2009年5月7日星期四
The Window of A Fox
I would like to introduce a set of stories written by Anfangzhizi(Janpanese) and have been translated into Chinese by Pengyi. "The Window of A Fox" is one of my favourite and long-unforgetable stories since I was a child. I dont know any Janpanese but the translated versions are just also very very nice, guess they are nothing bad or even better compared with the origianlly one? I have never read a english-translated version. So I would like to have a try to transalted the chinese version(not the original one) since I am jobless now-_- mwahaha, do judge me if you think my translation sucks and hope you can correct my mistranslation.
I am kind of a big fan of Janpanese fairy tales which were mostly written in simple soft word and bring me tender feelings. Prince saving the princess or wars between witch and poor beauty or dragon fightings which are normally the theme of western countries--most Asian fairy stories are about animals and human( I love timid animals so lol). Well, I am sort of keen to the western-style's happyending stories too. Hmm, in a word, i enjoy tradition fairy stories which I read in my childhood(and keep reading even I have grown up lol).
The nowadays cartoon mostly socks!
The Window of A Fox
-----With fingers forming a square shape, he looked into it a fascinated world.
I could not recall what day it was that day when I got lost in the way back to my cabin in the mountain. Carrying a gun on my shoulder, I walked dreamily in the familiar trail, reminding myself leisurely about the girl I liked very much.
Suddenly, after turning a normal curve, I felt the sky was particularly bright, like a polished blue glass and even the earth seemed somehow a little blue too.
Why? Now in front of me was not the Pine forest I used to see but—I blinked twice—it was an open field with blue ballonflowers in blossom widened to infinity.
I held my breath, thinking: “Have I followed a wrong path? Where am I now?”
"Turn back!" I demanded myself. The view was so beautiful that I was a little scared. But—with a soft ripple of comfortable wind into my face and the boundless field of ballonflowers lying in front of me—it would be a pity if I just turned my way back.
“Having a short rest here would be ok and nice, just a short one” I sat down, wiping sweat off.
Suddenly a white thing flashed in front of me—a small white fox! I jumped up, chasing after it with gun firmly in my hand.
After running to a higher place, the fox dashed into flowers and disappeared.
I had to stop, wondering where it could be.
"Can I help you?" A strange voice from behind.
I was startled. By turning around, I saw a small shop with a piece of blue sign at the door, reading” Dyeing & Ballonflower Shop”. Beneath the sign stood a staff waisted a navy-colored apron. I realized instantly :”Oh, It must be the fox.” (1)
"Interesting, humph, I shall pretend to be taken on and then I will catch it.” So I managed to wear a smiling face, saying:”can I have a rest here?”
"Please, this way please." The staff transformed by the small white fox smiled back with narrow eyes.
The ground of the shop was simply soil. Five Birchwood chairs placed neatly as well as a nice table.
"Looks pretty." I sat down and took off my hat.
"Thanks sir." The fox served me a cup of tea humbly.
"A dyeing shop? What do you dye then?" I asked in half-jesting
"Anything sir, anything. Your hat, I can dye it beautiful blue." He picked up my hat from the table abruptly.
"Nonsense!" I grabbed it back in a hurry,"I don’t want any blue hat."
"Oh?" then he kept judging my upside down,"how about dyeing your scarf? Sir? Or your socks? Trousers, shirt, sweater, all can be dyed the beautiful blue."
I would like to think that, fox, as well as human-beings, likes to be rewarded. In a word, he treated me as his customer and I had had his tea, it would be inappropriate if I didn’t offer to buy any goods. I could let he dye my handkerchief I think. At this time, the fox suddenly said happily:” Well, yes, yes, sir, I can dye your fingers!”
"Dye fingers? Is that not strange?"
He smiled again with eyes squeezed to a line, placing his hands in front of me—two small white hands with thumbs and index fingers dyed blue. He put to hands side by side, four fingers formed a diamond shape, just like a window and held its hand in front of me, saying with great pleasure:" Sir, please have a look!"
I looked into the small window reluctantly—then I was shocked!
What I saw was a mature white fox—a beautiful fox mum sitting quietly with tail lifted. It was just like, a painting of fox embedded in that small window.
"What, who is this?" I almost failed to utter a word because of the tension.
"She is mum. Long time ago, she was Penged…" mournfully he murmured.
"Penged? By gun?"
"Yes, gun."
He couldn’t help holding his hand any more and lowered his hand. Without realizing he had given himself away, he continued:” My mum dead but I just eagerly wish I could see her again. Later in a similar windy autumn like today, the ballonflowers whispered to me in chorus ‘dye your fingers and make a window by them.’ So I gathered many ballonflowers and used their juice to dye my finger. It is so amazing you know. Since then I don’t feel lonely anymore for through this window I can see my mum whenever I want. "
I was so moved by what he said for I feel lonely sometimes too. I brightened my self with childlike happy, saying: "Ah, I also want a window like this! "
"Yes sir, I can dye them now! Please put your hand here." The fox was now turned to a cheerful mood.
I put my hands in the table. He brought a plate with flower juice in it and a brush. Then he began to dye my fingers slowly and carefully. Soon my thumbs and index fingers had the color like ballonflowers.
"Hey, finished, please form your window and have a look at it!"
My heart gave a great bound. I formed them to a diamond shape, trembling it in front of my eyes.
Inside the small window was a shadow of a girl. She was wearing a flower-figure dress, a hat with ribbons. Her eyes, there’s a tiny mole under her eyes…she was just the girl I liked very much but could never meet again!
I jumped up.
"Well, isn’t that good that to have your fingers dyed?"the fox smiled at me innocently.
"Ah, that is really great!"
I wanted to pay but there was no money in the pocket. "I am so sorry I didn’t bring any money with me but I think I can give you anything you want like hat, shirt, sweater or scarf, anything will be ok."
The fox replied: " Well, sir, would you please give me your gun."
I was a little reluctant but as soon as I recalled that I had just got such a wonderful window, I didn’t feel it was a pity:" Ok, here you are."
"Thank you sir, thank you very much." He took my gun and bowed promptly. Then he gave me some mushroom as present.
I asked he about the way back. He told me the Pine forest was just behind the shop and another 300 meter walk with reach my home. I walked to the back of the shop and found the familiar forest of Pine. The forest was flecked with autumn sunshine, warm and quiet.
I never expect such a secret path as well as the brilliant flower-field and the nice fox shop in the mountain which I thought I knew well… I felt very happy, humming a song, walking, placing fingers into the window shape.
This time it was raining there. It was fog-like drizzle, quiet and still. I looked into the rain a vague picture of yard once it was in my dream too. On the opposite of the yard was a set of gallery under which lied a child’s boots soaked by rain.
Suddenly I knew: that was my boots! My heart started to beat wildly for I realized my mum would come to pick the boots!
What would she wear? She would probably complain:"Ya, naughty boy, always throw things randomly."
I remembered that in the yard there was also a small garden. Mum planted vegetables. Perilla, green ones, they were probably also in the rain. Ah, mum might soon came to yard to get some vegetables…
Lamp was lighting in the home. I could hear two children’s laughter off and on mixed with the music from a radio. That was me as a child and the other was my little sister who had gone to the other world.
I sighed, put down my hands. I didn’t know why I just felt really sad. My home had been burnt down many years ago. The yard was never gonna exist any more…
Now I had these surprising fingers so I got everything and was not going to lose them!
But could you imagine the first thing I did after arrived my cabin? Ah I washed my hands unconsciously—it was just my habit. Then I realized something but the blue had been washed away. With the clean fingers I could only see through the window it formed the ceiling of my cabin however hard I tried.
That night I forgot to cook the mushroom but just sat still in dismay.
The next day I planed to return to the shop and asked him to redye my fingers. However, I could never find the original ballonflowers field—it was just Pine forest, a whole forest of Pine trees.
I kept wandering in the mountain during the following days. As long as there was something sounded like fox or as long as there was something white flashed through, I would keep myself alert and search through that direction. However, I have never met a fox again since then on.
Still I frequently make the window with fingers. I think I might see something one day. People often laugh at me for this:” Your habit is really strange!”
(1) In Janpanese tales, foxes as well as leopard cats can transform themselve to human appearances as protections or to make fun of real human-beings.
I am kind of a big fan of Janpanese fairy tales which were mostly written in simple soft word and bring me tender feelings. Prince saving the princess or wars between witch and poor beauty or dragon fightings which are normally the theme of western countries--most Asian fairy stories are about animals and human( I love timid animals so lol). Well, I am sort of keen to the western-style's happyending stories too. Hmm, in a word, i enjoy tradition fairy stories which I read in my childhood(and keep reading even I have grown up lol).
The nowadays cartoon mostly socks!
The Window of A Fox
-----With fingers forming a square shape, he looked into it a fascinated world.
I could not recall what day it was that day when I got lost in the way back to my cabin in the mountain. Carrying a gun on my shoulder, I walked dreamily in the familiar trail, reminding myself leisurely about the girl I liked very much.
Suddenly, after turning a normal curve, I felt the sky was particularly bright, like a polished blue glass and even the earth seemed somehow a little blue too.
Why? Now in front of me was not the Pine forest I used to see but—I blinked twice—it was an open field with blue ballonflowers in blossom widened to infinity.
I held my breath, thinking: “Have I followed a wrong path? Where am I now?”
"Turn back!" I demanded myself. The view was so beautiful that I was a little scared. But—with a soft ripple of comfortable wind into my face and the boundless field of ballonflowers lying in front of me—it would be a pity if I just turned my way back.
“Having a short rest here would be ok and nice, just a short one” I sat down, wiping sweat off.
Suddenly a white thing flashed in front of me—a small white fox! I jumped up, chasing after it with gun firmly in my hand.
After running to a higher place, the fox dashed into flowers and disappeared.
I had to stop, wondering where it could be.
"Can I help you?" A strange voice from behind.
I was startled. By turning around, I saw a small shop with a piece of blue sign at the door, reading” Dyeing & Ballonflower Shop”. Beneath the sign stood a staff waisted a navy-colored apron. I realized instantly :”Oh, It must be the fox.” (1)
"Interesting, humph, I shall pretend to be taken on and then I will catch it.” So I managed to wear a smiling face, saying:”can I have a rest here?”
"Please, this way please." The staff transformed by the small white fox smiled back with narrow eyes.
The ground of the shop was simply soil. Five Birchwood chairs placed neatly as well as a nice table.
"Looks pretty." I sat down and took off my hat.
"Thanks sir." The fox served me a cup of tea humbly.
"A dyeing shop? What do you dye then?" I asked in half-jesting
"Anything sir, anything. Your hat, I can dye it beautiful blue." He picked up my hat from the table abruptly.
"Nonsense!" I grabbed it back in a hurry,"I don’t want any blue hat."
"Oh?" then he kept judging my upside down,"how about dyeing your scarf? Sir? Or your socks? Trousers, shirt, sweater, all can be dyed the beautiful blue."
I would like to think that, fox, as well as human-beings, likes to be rewarded. In a word, he treated me as his customer and I had had his tea, it would be inappropriate if I didn’t offer to buy any goods. I could let he dye my handkerchief I think. At this time, the fox suddenly said happily:” Well, yes, yes, sir, I can dye your fingers!”
"Dye fingers? Is that not strange?"
He smiled again with eyes squeezed to a line, placing his hands in front of me—two small white hands with thumbs and index fingers dyed blue. He put to hands side by side, four fingers formed a diamond shape, just like a window and held its hand in front of me, saying with great pleasure:" Sir, please have a look!"
I looked into the small window reluctantly—then I was shocked!
What I saw was a mature white fox—a beautiful fox mum sitting quietly with tail lifted. It was just like, a painting of fox embedded in that small window.
"What, who is this?" I almost failed to utter a word because of the tension.
"She is mum. Long time ago, she was Penged…" mournfully he murmured.
"Penged? By gun?"
"Yes, gun."
He couldn’t help holding his hand any more and lowered his hand. Without realizing he had given himself away, he continued:” My mum dead but I just eagerly wish I could see her again. Later in a similar windy autumn like today, the ballonflowers whispered to me in chorus ‘dye your fingers and make a window by them.’ So I gathered many ballonflowers and used their juice to dye my finger. It is so amazing you know. Since then I don’t feel lonely anymore for through this window I can see my mum whenever I want. "
I was so moved by what he said for I feel lonely sometimes too. I brightened my self with childlike happy, saying: "Ah, I also want a window like this! "
"Yes sir, I can dye them now! Please put your hand here." The fox was now turned to a cheerful mood.
I put my hands in the table. He brought a plate with flower juice in it and a brush. Then he began to dye my fingers slowly and carefully. Soon my thumbs and index fingers had the color like ballonflowers.
"Hey, finished, please form your window and have a look at it!"
My heart gave a great bound. I formed them to a diamond shape, trembling it in front of my eyes.
Inside the small window was a shadow of a girl. She was wearing a flower-figure dress, a hat with ribbons. Her eyes, there’s a tiny mole under her eyes…she was just the girl I liked very much but could never meet again!
I jumped up.
"Well, isn’t that good that to have your fingers dyed?"the fox smiled at me innocently.
"Ah, that is really great!"
I wanted to pay but there was no money in the pocket. "I am so sorry I didn’t bring any money with me but I think I can give you anything you want like hat, shirt, sweater or scarf, anything will be ok."
The fox replied: " Well, sir, would you please give me your gun."
I was a little reluctant but as soon as I recalled that I had just got such a wonderful window, I didn’t feel it was a pity:" Ok, here you are."
"Thank you sir, thank you very much." He took my gun and bowed promptly. Then he gave me some mushroom as present.
I asked he about the way back. He told me the Pine forest was just behind the shop and another 300 meter walk with reach my home. I walked to the back of the shop and found the familiar forest of Pine. The forest was flecked with autumn sunshine, warm and quiet.
I never expect such a secret path as well as the brilliant flower-field and the nice fox shop in the mountain which I thought I knew well… I felt very happy, humming a song, walking, placing fingers into the window shape.
This time it was raining there. It was fog-like drizzle, quiet and still. I looked into the rain a vague picture of yard once it was in my dream too. On the opposite of the yard was a set of gallery under which lied a child’s boots soaked by rain.
Suddenly I knew: that was my boots! My heart started to beat wildly for I realized my mum would come to pick the boots!
What would she wear? She would probably complain:"Ya, naughty boy, always throw things randomly."
I remembered that in the yard there was also a small garden. Mum planted vegetables. Perilla, green ones, they were probably also in the rain. Ah, mum might soon came to yard to get some vegetables…
Lamp was lighting in the home. I could hear two children’s laughter off and on mixed with the music from a radio. That was me as a child and the other was my little sister who had gone to the other world.
I sighed, put down my hands. I didn’t know why I just felt really sad. My home had been burnt down many years ago. The yard was never gonna exist any more…
Now I had these surprising fingers so I got everything and was not going to lose them!
But could you imagine the first thing I did after arrived my cabin? Ah I washed my hands unconsciously—it was just my habit. Then I realized something but the blue had been washed away. With the clean fingers I could only see through the window it formed the ceiling of my cabin however hard I tried.
That night I forgot to cook the mushroom but just sat still in dismay.
The next day I planed to return to the shop and asked him to redye my fingers. However, I could never find the original ballonflowers field—it was just Pine forest, a whole forest of Pine trees.
I kept wandering in the mountain during the following days. As long as there was something sounded like fox or as long as there was something white flashed through, I would keep myself alert and search through that direction. However, I have never met a fox again since then on.
Still I frequently make the window with fingers. I think I might see something one day. People often laugh at me for this:” Your habit is really strange!”
(1) In Janpanese tales, foxes as well as leopard cats can transform themselve to human appearances as protections or to make fun of real human-beings.
Yo! what a lovely day!
Taken and Photoshopped by Myself on 7th May 2009I received an offer from an University in UK but hmm well, guess i am considering to turn it down. It is in such a hurry if I go abroad and mostly because that would cause my family a big sum of money and I am wondering whether it worth it or not. But I really want to go there because Tom is there. I just want to be closer to him. I love him.
Maybe it will take a bit longer time. But I will just keep trying. Sowwi honey.
(It is in fact not a lovely day and I am just pretending it is lovely. You know a chinese saying that to repeat a lie five times it would turn into a truth. So what a lovely day! Yeah, rly lovely, lovely)
2009年5月6日星期三
Unconditionally
I like watching Gossip Girl mostly because the pretty dresses girls wearing in it. And also I am a big fan of the wicked Chuck Bass. In S2E23, he said:"becouse i love her,and i can't make her happy".
Because I love you, and I want you to be happy. I love you because I love you. It is love out of love. Whenever I am in love, I am in it whole-heartedly. That is a great feeling, isn't it? Muffin, dont be afraid, you are not only a dessert. Even if you have to be, just keep ur self sweetie and make the taster a nice feeling--dont even bother urself to leave him a long unforgetable feeling, just make him a happy moment.
Love you xxxx
Because I love you, and I want you to be happy. I love you because I love you. It is love out of love. Whenever I am in love, I am in it whole-heartedly. That is a great feeling, isn't it? Muffin, dont be afraid, you are not only a dessert. Even if you have to be, just keep ur self sweetie and make the taster a nice feeling--dont even bother urself to leave him a long unforgetable feeling, just make him a happy moment.
Love you xxxx
2009年5月4日星期一
2008-10-11 14:08:48
海角七号
昨天晚上看的这部片子，看的时候就像我一定要一定要为它写点什么才好。熟悉的家乡话，熟悉的腔调，熟悉的举止，都让我在夜里蛰伏着的心无限的放大了。
打出来的广告是范的最新高分爱情喜剧。但吸引我去看这部片子的是它的电影原声。范的那首《无乐不作》让我觉得快乐，这就是流行乐的好处，它总是那么简单，波澜不惊，无忧无虑，直白的让人痛快。
我原本以为这就是一部简单的小青年间的你爱我我爱他然后你爱我我也爱上你然后大家一起快乐的在一起，所以我只留出40分钟的时间打算过一下就去睡觉，但是不知道是第几分钟，也许用日语深情书写的情书，也许是在教堂里那拉到让人断气的阿门，也许是电梯里那个颇似陈的小女孩还有像黑社会老大的大伯们脚上的节拍：谁说我们恒春没人才；也许是他说，这面海这么漂亮，我们自己却看不到，这是为什么呢；也许是他说喂，谈吉他是一件很快乐的事。也许是他说，我是代表会主席，身高170，体重75，今年60岁。我最大的兴趣，就是吵架，打架，杀人，放火。而我最大的心愿，就是把整个恒春放火烧掉，然后把所有年轻人，叫回自己家乡，重新再造，自己做老板，别外出当人家伙计。
是的，在我看来，这部电影和范帅无关，和爱情无关，和喜剧无关。
这是一个关于root的故事。
音乐是让人快乐的东西，一定不要忘记这一点。
虽然这是台北的故事，但我从小就是在一样一样的环境里长大的。现在我离开了家乡，当我听到他说，海这么美，为什么留不住年轻人的时候，我有何等的感动。海这么美，我为什么没有留住它，在梦里，我梦不到海，也想象不起它的样子，那海泛着珊瑚色的晚霞以及珍珠的光泽。它没有留住我，却让我无法停止思念。
还有茂伯阿，无比可爱的茂伯阿。无比倔强又可爱的茂伯阿。纤瘦的八弦琴老人家！
还有马拉桑，努力生活的小人物，有点萎缩有时也挺讨厌的，但却是在为自己的生活卑微却不低下的活着，他的存在也许不重要，他的执着却让人感动，他被人瞧不起，但是他却依旧陪着笑脸。
还有老交通员！中年交通员！还有水蛭！
还有，那是我见过的最动人的情书
海角七号
昨天晚上看的这部片子，看的时候就像我一定要一定要为它写点什么才好。熟悉的家乡话，熟悉的腔调，熟悉的举止，都让我在夜里蛰伏着的心无限的放大了。
打出来的广告是范的最新高分爱情喜剧。但吸引我去看这部片子的是它的电影原声。范的那首《无乐不作》让我觉得快乐，这就是流行乐的好处，它总是那么简单，波澜不惊，无忧无虑，直白的让人痛快。
我原本以为这就是一部简单的小青年间的你爱我我爱他然后你爱我我也爱上你然后大家一起快乐的在一起，所以我只留出40分钟的时间打算过一下就去睡觉，但是不知道是第几分钟，也许用日语深情书写的情书，也许是在教堂里那拉到让人断气的阿门，也许是电梯里那个颇似陈的小女孩还有像黑社会老大的大伯们脚上的节拍：谁说我们恒春没人才；也许是他说，这面海这么漂亮，我们自己却看不到，这是为什么呢；也许是他说喂，谈吉他是一件很快乐的事。也许是他说，我是代表会主席，身高170，体重75，今年60岁。我最大的兴趣，就是吵架，打架，杀人，放火。而我最大的心愿，就是把整个恒春放火烧掉，然后把所有年轻人，叫回自己家乡，重新再造，自己做老板，别外出当人家伙计。
是的，在我看来，这部电影和范帅无关，和爱情无关，和喜剧无关。
这是一个关于root的故事。
音乐是让人快乐的东西，一定不要忘记这一点。
虽然这是台北的故事，但我从小就是在一样一样的环境里长大的。现在我离开了家乡，当我听到他说，海这么美，为什么留不住年轻人的时候，我有何等的感动。海这么美，我为什么没有留住它，在梦里，我梦不到海，也想象不起它的样子，那海泛着珊瑚色的晚霞以及珍珠的光泽。它没有留住我，却让我无法停止思念。
还有茂伯阿，无比可爱的茂伯阿。无比倔强又可爱的茂伯阿。纤瘦的八弦琴老人家！
还有马拉桑，努力生活的小人物，有点萎缩有时也挺讨厌的，但却是在为自己的生活卑微却不低下的活着，他的存在也许不重要，他的执着却让人感动，他被人瞧不起，但是他却依旧陪着笑脸。
还有老交通员！中年交通员！还有水蛭！
还有，那是我见过的最动人的情书
a kiss from duke
i read a nice story about dog today.
it is about a girl and her dog called "duke"
duke died because of age. and that day duke died was a terrible day for the girl.she kept crying when going to work. then she came across a boy in subway.they had a nice day, cake , swimming and then something, when the day end the boy said :"this year is going to end and tomorrow is another year. till today, i am happy, till today"and he kissed the girl, the girl was astonished, because the kiss felt like duke's kiss.the boy said "i love you too very much. i just come to say this to you , bye, take care" and then he walked in to the street and disappeared .
it is about a girl and her dog called "duke"
duke died because of age. and that day duke died was a terrible day for the girl.she kept crying when going to work. then she came across a boy in subway.they had a nice day, cake , swimming and then something, when the day end the boy said :"this year is going to end and tomorrow is another year. till today, i am happy, till today"and he kissed the girl, the girl was astonished, because the kiss felt like duke's kiss.the boy said "i love you too very much. i just come to say this to you , bye, take care" and then he walked in to the street and disappeared .
2009年4月30日星期四
2009年4月24日星期五
Honey I miss you
Honey it is raining here and i have been writing paper all day.
I miss you. I always miss you and sometimes this feeling is so strong that I want to hold your hand and tell you. It is now, at this moment, now.
Honey, I love you, you are my one and only. x
I miss you. I always miss you and sometimes this feeling is so strong that I want to hold your hand and tell you. It is now, at this moment, now.
Honey, I love you, you are my one and only. x
2009年4月22日星期三
Spank the Money
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/spankthemonkey
Yeah...This is my repulsive addiction! Spank the Money AND GET THE HIGN CHEER music
mwhahaha.....
i was addicted to cereal and coffee in the past week and Indocafe coffeemix is cheap and nice^.^
And I have done something really crazy...
Yeah...This is my repulsive addiction! Spank the Money AND GET THE HIGN CHEER music
mwhahaha.....
i was addicted to cereal and coffee in the past week and Indocafe coffeemix is cheap and nice^.^
And I have done something really crazy...
2009年4月19日星期日
2009年4月18日星期六
West Lake -- Hang Zhou 1
We stayed at an family apartment near Zhe Jiang University - Yu Quan District when we were in Hang Zhou. The photo above was taken near where we live. It looks a bit rural but indeed it is in the city. I think it is nice that one could find such a laze and quiet place with the lively sound of water and which is free from city pollution but still has convient traffic. It just like a natural rest home^.^.Hang Zhou is famous as a scenic tourist city. As saying goes:"In heaven there is paradise, and on earth Suzhou and Hangzhou." People always associate Hangzhou with the West Lake. So we headed to the West Lake as soon as we settled down. It was half-hour's walk away from where we live. Since friend and I both are car-sick, we decided just to walk there and meanwhile there must be something nice to see in the way.
We started out at noon. That day was chilly and since it was neither weekend nor holiday, we met few people all way to the West Lake. The cloudy weather did not make us feel gloomy but added to a quiet and peace atmosphere--it was like being shawdowing by big trees- with a leisure mood, I preserved my happiness to myself. It was still in early spring, peach was blossoming but not at their best time. I took this picture when crossing a bridge, wondering whether scenary seen by the character in Lao Yuanming's story would be more beautiful or not?
和菲从住处出发的时候已经是中午十二点了，那天有点冷，不是周末也不是假期，一路走着都没见到什么人，多云的天气并不显得阴沉，反倒添加了一种静谧的感觉，就好像是被大树的阴凉庇护着，所以心情更悠然，有种独乐乐的自得。还是早春，桃花渐渐开放，但还不是最美的时候。上了桥就看到了这幅图像，我想，当年陶渊明笔下的人物遇到的景象是不是有类似的感觉，湖的转角会不会就是那片世外桃源？
And...hmmm, i really cannot recall who he was...SuShi?
And...argh...my photogragh skill sucks! :( It is in west lake and that is Leifeng Pagoda. It was said that once upon a time, there was a white snake who wanted to pay a debt of gratitude to a man who saved its life. It changed into a beautiful wman and married that man and gave birth to a baby. Then the white snake was prisoned into this pagoda by a monk. Why? The monk said because hobgoblin and humanbeing was forbidden to be together and hobgoblin was evil and should be destoried. But indeed, the monk was doing presonal revange because the snake had stolen and eaten his pills which were given by celestial being as a praise to help him become accomplished Buddhist monk(I know my english sucks too...) Lei Feng Pagoda represtents
the oppression towards women and it collapsed in Sep. 25th 1924. The Pagoda we see today was newly built in 2002. "Leipeng Pagoda at Sunset" is one of the ten sights of the west lake and hmm since it was cloudy, we didnt enjoy it.
We spent a total four hours to give a whole walk around west lake...was really tiring!!!(we amazd at ourself when we were back and looked at the map, finding we had such a huge circle walk haha) and didnt take any nice photos due to the bad weather and most was because it was a nice place and i enjoyed a lot and just forgot to take any photo.
2009年4月17日星期五
Sweet Love Rd.& Magic Mailbox--Shang Hai 1
I was wondering that how many local people in ShangHai have ever known some magic mailbox~!(Tom said that I am so childish that I called it as Magic Mailbox:(, but it is magically nice!!Indeed!!!) I came across it during a random walk in a cold cloudy day.
At first, we arrived at a place called "Tian'Ai Rd."--literally transtaled in to "Sweet Love Rd." Such a romantice name! Streets and Roads in china are mostly named with cities' names like "BeiJing Rd." "FuZhou Rd." "NanJing Rd." and so on. So when I came across such a sweet name, wow...(cant use English to express smoothy...)
This street nameplate is hidding around a cornor and all the houses in this district have this sweet lovely name in door plate!!!lol I want one tooooooooooooo!
Then, after (I) shouting with hilourous and (i was) laughed by friends, we kept heading some direction...
Then...
Oh! Bang!!!I caught sight of it -- My magic mailbox! It stands there quietly, seems never been disturbed by anyone...
What is wirtten under it? See in uself one day, haha i am not going to tell u.
During my stay in Shanghai, I always prepared an envelope with me. So that day, it is lucky that i can mail to him a letter here. And...then...he told me one day that he threw away envelope and that is his habit...-.- I was over-romantic? Anyway, is a nice encounter.
Shang Hai has not nice weather. It was all cloudy and rainy...even after 17 days we back to Shanghai airport it was still no sunshine ... But I like this kind of moisture and a little more sunshine would enable me better appreciate Shang Hai. lol!
At first, we arrived at a place called "Tian'Ai Rd."--literally transtaled in to "Sweet Love Rd." Such a romantice name! Streets and Roads in china are mostly named with cities' names like "BeiJing Rd." "FuZhou Rd." "NanJing Rd." and so on. So when I came across such a sweet name, wow...(cant use English to express smoothy...)
This street nameplate is hidding around a cornor and all the houses in this district have this sweet lovely name in door plate!!!lol I want one tooooooooooooo!Then, after (I) shouting with hilourous and (i was) laughed by friends, we kept heading some direction...
Then...
Oh! Bang!!!I caught sight of it -- My magic mailbox! It stands there quietly, seems never been disturbed by anyone...
What is wirtten under it? See in uself one day, haha i am not going to tell u.During my stay in Shanghai, I always prepared an envelope with me. So that day, it is lucky that i can mail to him a letter here. And...then...he told me one day that he threw away envelope and that is his habit...-.- I was over-romantic? Anyway, is a nice encounter.
Shang Hai has not nice weather. It was all cloudy and rainy...even after 17 days we back to Shanghai airport it was still no sunshine ... But I like this kind of moisture and a little more sunshine would enable me better appreciate Shang Hai. lol!
2009年3月18日星期三
2009年2月19日星期四
sorry
sorry, i am becoming upset again. tried to write something but failed... all i write is nothing meanful...so i gave up.
I must write something! And please cheer up.
This photo was accidentally taken by me. Summer night, with the orange street lamps blazing peacefully, laze warm wind wandering through your side, students headed home after classes. They were joking and happily riding home. They were still in high school, judging from the neat school uniform. Nothing to worry about and nothing to choose about--study, study, study...Suddenly that scence became vague in front of me. Some foggy-like things are spreading everywhere...time and space is twisting...their laughters floated high in the sky, echoing in my heart, gradually became familar. I wanted to grasp them but in vain...
Night shadows, light leads, the blind can nerver tell.
A Letter to Bruce
yea, i am from fuzhou:) and wow, 2005.8 is the time when i first left home,heading north for my unversity life. Do you like fuzhou? any fantastic memory here? ha. and, 2005,it seems so far away yet also likes yesterday. Four years have passed,and now i am going to change for a third city after graduation. it is quite a strange feeling: while i realise how impotant and glorious my hometown means to me, i still dont want to come back. Maybe there is my last salvation--a place who welcomes his child back at anytime...
Fuzhou is raining a lot recently,most time at night and woke me up so easily...:)
2009年2月17日星期二
Flower - Xiaoxiao
I will try to translate some chinese songs to English. This is the first one and I know it is not a good one. Hope I can do better in the future.
Flower -- by Xiaoxiao
Hiding in the garden, she is meditation
Wearing pied clothes, flowers shield her trace
She buried unnecessary defects, picked up confidence
Washed the moldy skin...
I can see you again, she said,
Intending to let you see me again
A perfect me and then eradicatemyself from your memory
I will fall in love again, she said
Dormant flowers expose her breathing
I will fall in love again, someday
But now the garden is the only place she trust
Walking in the garden, she is meditation
Suddenly you can see her, invisible by flowers' coloration
Throwing away orange juice, she drink more water
Washed and dryed the hair
I can see you now, she said
Intending to let you see the original me again before deleting myself from your life
I will fall in love again, then she said
The flowers had been dormant, she was found breathing under there
I will fall in love again...
The other day she walked out of the gardenwearing a simple T-shirt.
2009年2月16日星期一
UPSEEEEEEEEEEEET!
UPSET UPSET UPSET! AGAIN！WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!!ARGH!!!ERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROLLING BACK TO BED AND HIDE!!!DYING!
tou2 xiang2
投 降
surrender . give in . haul down one's flag/colors . hang out/show the white flag . render oneself up to . throw up the sponge . cave in . yield to .
submission . capitulation(conditional surrender) .
She was faced with two alternatives -- death or submission.
ta1 mian4lin2 liang3zhong3 xuan3ze2 -- si3wang2 huo4zhe3 tou2xiang2.
她 面 临 两 种 选 择 -- 死 亡 或 者 投 降
ROLLING BACK TO BED AND HIDE!!!DYING!
tou2 xiang2
投 降
surrender . give in . haul down one's flag/colors . hang out/show the white flag . render oneself up to . throw up the sponge . cave in . yield to .
submission . capitulation(conditional surrender) .
She was faced with two alternatives -- death or submission.
ta1 mian4lin2 liang3zhong3 xuan3ze2 -- si3wang2 huo4zhe3 tou2xiang2.
她 面 临 两 种 选 择 -- 死 亡 或 者 投 降
2009年2月15日星期日
STATIC CLING-Confession of Muffin.Z
Muffin.Z is a little bit clingy, like the furry sock that stick to somebody jeans aften taken out of the dryer. That is called in physics as "Static cling". Clingy is not a bad thing, but while combined with paranoid, wow, that is just annoying : taking others actions personally and end up hurting one's own feelings and still pretending to be "I am ok, it is ok for me, really." Wow, girl, there is yourself to thank.
Wiki defines Static cling as the tendency for light objects to stick (cling) to other objects due to static electricity which is caused by rubbing. Love is just like that. It stems from interpersonal exchanges."Rubbing" may bring pains and end up with chafe but if there is still any chance of bringing warm and heat then it is so necessary. Even without this chance, one should still keep trying, for as the singer Asin once said that :" I am not afraid of loving a wrong person but never be in love. " Most time women play the role as lighter objects in this process. I agree with Lin Yutang's opinion in My Country and My People, that "the second period of woman's beauty...best seen in a happy wife three months after her confinement."
The static cling phenomenon is especially noticable IN A LOW HUMIDITY environment. I remind myself a chinese idiom "gan1 chai2 lie4 huo3", literally meaning "a blazing fire and dry wood", metaphorically means man and woman(usu. improper relationship) get caught in strong passion. This word is first used by Cao Xueqin, a great chinese novelist in Qing dynasty, in his masterwork Dream of the Red Chamber. We always say love is the chemical reaction between people but now we find physics there too. I have heard a story that a German who settles in the southeast of china for the first time, opened the wardrobe and shokingly found there are many white fuzzy spot in the clothes. He was nearly freak out and called for help. This is a real story. Most chinese or southerners may be aware with what had happened. Yes, humidity! His clothes got mildewed in this rainy season! Humidity ruins more than clothes. It creates a foggy curtain between lovers. .... wrote many rubbish... id better stop now. but you know, humidity helps to conduct current!
ok , this is a simpler one:
dry, rub, spark,spark, spark! fire, blazing fire ! humidity! fire got controlled...ok...taming fire, warm and tender. human evolution and electricity on and woowwwwwwwww
i am crazy.......
to be continued...........
Wiki defines Static cling as the tendency for light objects to stick (cling) to other objects due to static electricity which is caused by rubbing. Love is just like that. It stems from interpersonal exchanges."Rubbing" may bring pains and end up with chafe but if there is still any chance of bringing warm and heat then it is so necessary. Even without this chance, one should still keep trying, for as the singer Asin once said that :" I am not afraid of loving a wrong person but never be in love. " Most time women play the role as lighter objects in this process. I agree with Lin Yutang's opinion in My Country and My People, that "the second period of woman's beauty...best seen in a happy wife three months after her confinement."
The static cling phenomenon is especially noticable IN A LOW HUMIDITY environment. I remind myself a chinese idiom "gan1 chai2 lie4 huo3", literally meaning "a blazing fire and dry wood", metaphorically means man and woman(usu. improper relationship) get caught in strong passion. This word is first used by Cao Xueqin, a great chinese novelist in Qing dynasty, in his masterwork Dream of the Red Chamber. We always say love is the chemical reaction between people but now we find physics there too. I have heard a story that a German who settles in the southeast of china for the first time, opened the wardrobe and shokingly found there are many white fuzzy spot in the clothes. He was nearly freak out and called for help. This is a real story. Most chinese or southerners may be aware with what had happened. Yes, humidity! His clothes got mildewed in this rainy season! Humidity ruins more than clothes. It creates a foggy curtain between lovers. .... wrote many rubbish... id better stop now. but you know, humidity helps to conduct current!
ok , this is a simpler one:
dry, rub, spark,spark, spark! fire, blazing fire ! humidity! fire got controlled...ok...taming fire, warm and tender. human evolution and electricity on and woowwwwwwwww
i am crazy.......
to be continued...........
2009年2月14日星期六
Winter vacation is totally a mess. Growth is painful but stagnation is even more so.
Poshi disappeared for a long time. He wrote in his page that:"Perhaps I only need to be alive. "
This word stirred up my feelings which is hard to define.
Sigh...
do you mind i sharing this with you?
I am really upset recently. people around me have either found jobs or got offers to further their study. But, only me, i still have my future in a vacancy. i just feel really really depressed and i have nobody to talk to. who can comfort me? i cannot do this all by myself. i need somebody or anyone, who is firmly enough to be by my side.
Poshi disappeared for a long time. He wrote in his page that:"Perhaps I only need to be alive. "
This word stirred up my feelings which is hard to define.
Sigh...
do you mind i sharing this with you?
I am really upset recently. people around me have either found jobs or got offers to further their study. But, only me, i still have my future in a vacancy. i just feel really really depressed and i have nobody to talk to. who can comfort me? i cannot do this all by myself. i need somebody or anyone, who is firmly enough to be by my side.
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