Did you ever offend somebody by writing - self-understanding crisis?
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Posted:Nov 24, 2006 2:44 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2006 6:52 pm 6334 Views
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I did.
By my post 'Chinsee , Chinese Sister'. It hurts the feeling of the artist friend who i quoted as a example to compare the east/west values.
He scolded me to tears over a bd dinner in a nice ambience. Pointing to the big tree outside, I was told I am behind the tree and I know nothing, hence should not comment on the tree.
And I am trembling if my post I Am a Monkey would hurt another friend who inspired this story. I have considered long whether to let him have a look just for fun. Finally last night I dared to give him the printout in a good mood after walking/talking happily for 3 hrs. I'm afraid maybe fm another viewpoint, the story might be easily understood as a satir of that kind of life style and attitude, which i might hurt the esteem of that inspirator for that story. I swear the theme and my intention for writing that story is far fm that. Yet diferent reader, standing on his own point, may render different understanding to a same oject.
We tend to hold our self very high. We think we understand ourselves very well. But fact is we cant see well our inherent self and we dont accept what other ppl look at us and point out to us.
We all have this weakness. Just hope I wont hurt friends' feelings by writing. To read, digest, then bear in mind, guess the hurting is more strong than hearing something offending.
Ala.
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一滴淚 A Drop of Tear
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Posted:Nov 17, 2006 12:18 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 2:17 am 5684 Views
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一滴淚
一滴淚
滾下
糾結的
生活
A Drop of Tear
A Drop of Tear
Rolls down
Twisted
Life
SX, 0415pm, 2006/11/17
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Grand Rich Village I
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Posted:Nov 16, 2006 7:47 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 2:29 pm 5312 Views
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Background: Long long ago, there was a fishing village by the South sea. One day, some foreigners came in junks and rented the village for 500 years w/ some silver chunks. Since then, they have stayed and interacted w/ local ppl, though each living in each's camp. At first, the village ppl did seatrade but later another bigger port took the biz over. So, the foreign village manager granted gambling concession to a consortium, which finally was submerged by a mogul. The mogul held the monopoly for 40 years until two years after the foreingers handed back management to the new village manager, a true native of the village. Gambling shops stay there doing their own biz. The villagers stay away, living peacefully - they have willow trees, nice waterfronts, fusion bread and coffee were pop in their low price cafes.
The new village management, consist of a group of villagers, are ambitious. They casted their vision to the west: 'ah ha, our village can be after the pearl on the western desert. We can develop our small place into a MICE centre.'
They started to grant more casino licenses. The most notable is to invite two grandnew runners from the desert pearl, who built grand casinos on the reclaimed land from sea. Then the village's supervisory body, a huge nation, started openning the borders for nationals to flood in the village. Great amount of chips were wagered and tax income boosted.
In one or two nights, the once old fishing village turned itself into a glamourous town. Its area doubles, population reaches a small town's standard, avarage income doubles, housing price triples. After junior school, the villager's can get a wellpaid job in casino. Most of them can afford to buy cars. Cars swamp the village's alleys, traffic cannot move. The previously comfortable buses are now overloaded w/ppl, local or tourists.
What's the problem? Build carparks, build flybridges. The village manager decide on projects to destroy the parks for building carparks, to fill up the waterfront for roads.
If the old is not gone, how can the new come?
But there arises complaints during the old/new clashes created by the village officials who's now managing a town. How to quench?
Very easy, open up the treasury! Money is a great heal, not nature. Officials know it well.
Next time let's see - the grand rich village's grand rich race.
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Are you a loser dog?
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Posted:Nov 14, 2006 11:36 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2007 7:13 pm 7505 Views
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Reminder: This applies to women only.
[Loser dog, a.k.a, defeated dog, a word originated from Japanese "makeinu"(pronounced as mah-kei-ee-nu).
[Definition: Despite her beauty and success in career, if she is over her 30’s, still single and no , she is a loser dog (or defeated dog) in life's battlefield.
Origin: from "Makeinu no Toboe (Cry of a Loser Dog)", an essay by Japanese writer Junko Sakai, published in Oct. 2003; Junko has since sparked a controversy in Japan and won several literary awards with this book; the word “Makeinu” has topped the Japanese most spoken pop word chart for years and spread to E. Asia.
[Theme: Junko Sakai wanted to convey this message - by admitting that we're losers and even calling ourselves losers, single women can be freed from the struggle and enjoy their single lives even more
Moral: When you admit your defeat superficially, you are a true winner under the skin.
Trivia: The author herself is a 100% “loser dog”. She has received thousands of letters from married, -breeding women, telling her they don’t feel they are the “winning dogs”.
Afterword: This is not a Japanese phenomenon, gradually, it will be more and more Chinese, Asian and worldwide.
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你是一條敗犬嗎?
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Posted:Nov 14, 2006 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2006 2:45 am 5576 Views
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聲明: 只合女性
敗犬, 又稱喪家犬.
定義: 女人不管相貌如何美麗，只要超過30歲、未婚、無子，就屬於人生戰場上的“敗犬”.
出處: 酒井順子《敗犬的遠吠》隨筆集二○○三年十月在日本出版; 作者以此書引起日本社會激論, 也獲獎有几; “敗犬”持續數年 晉身爆紅流行語行列.
主題: 只有承認甚至自命為失敗者, 單身熟女才可釋放自己,免郤掙扎,更加享受單身生活.
寓意: 當你在人前先自認失敗，其實私底下妳才是真正的勝利者。
後話: 作者本身是個不折不扣的敗犬, 出書後她收到數仟封已婚有子的女性來信, 訴說她們並不覺得自己是勝犬.
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A Room for Myself - Q&A
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Posted:Nov 12, 2006 6:55 am
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2006 7:02 pm 6168 Views
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There's the infinite for you.
What do you want? Where do you want to go?
"We can go anywhere, and we reach nowhere."
--Haruki Murakami
"我們哪裡都可以去,哪裡都去不成."
--村上春樹
"He is in these mountains
Somewhere
But the clouds are deep,
And I do not know where.
--Jia Dou, Tang Dynasty
"只在深山中,
雲深不知處."
唐.賈島
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Do you know the taste of ...?
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Posted:Nov 8, 2006 7:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2007 1:16 am 7760 Views
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Midnight, a baritone kinda of murmur-sang:
"Do you know the taste of loneliness?
Lonely because missing whom.
Do you know the taste of missing somebody?"...
...
(Do you know? Pls reveal.)
**lyric excerpt**
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Two Joys I - I am a Monkey
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Posted:Nov 7, 2006 11:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2006 11:05 pm 6508 Views
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1. Monkey
Monkey sent me an email today. It amused me a lot.
"When i was staying with a family in a metropolics, my adopted mama worked hhard to feed me with gourmet food, caviar and Norwegian cod, and cherries for fruit. But I did not have a dime bit appetite, i did not feel well at all. I closed up myself in the cell, actually my spacious room. Mama hugged me everytime she saw me, just as she would to her cats. But her breath, as well as her love which she put into the food for me, could not entice me to become a decent human man, and I did not feel anything a damn sort of a monkey. "what's wrong?" I examined all-over myself, my room, i looked over the metropolics jungle filled with abundant wealth and filth, i observed ppl running back and forth in there. I was confused."
"One night, I couldnt sleep and sneaked into Mama's room. Well. This always-smiling,loving woman was severely crying while she's asleep. I stripped away her pajama to see what's happening in her subconscious. The most horrible of all, there wrote "All my 6 lovers left me, albeit i am lovely,sexy and amazing, have a body of 36",24",36. I am now living with 5 cats and 1 monkey, but the monkey is ill body and mind. I work very hard and life is very hard for me."
"You know, she took me away from a tropical forest, where she was having a holiday 21 years ago. She found me cute and cuddly when I was picking coconut from the high tree. I was always smart and quick there, drinking water from the brook, waterfall and juice fm coconut made me ease..."
"BUT HERE!? Later that night, i broke away the cell after taking some money and a golden credit card from her pocket. In metropolics we need those to survive, regardless you want plastics or papayas."
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Dropping out, running away...
"Now I am back to my jungle, no, no, it's a new strange one. It has everything just amazingly fit. I feed myself noodles and sticky rice with basil leaves and cool chilly. I eat with my hand. I feel stupidly goodgoodgood here than any other- where. The most horrible of all, i am like a monkey!"
"Mama, far faraway!..."
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Untold Stories
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Posted:Nov 6, 2006 5:46 am
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2006 6:08 pm 5787 Views
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Quite curious abt their stories when i bump into some special person(s),lives and scenes anywhere.
Like tonight, a couple of blind old men moved slowly together, sticking closely to each other but discussing something loud. I tried to stop to observe though not much idea abt them - what they are doing, talking, what have been their lives in this once village nowadays bustling city?
There must be something making them walk shoulder by shoulder like linked-up twins, making them adrift but connected together in this lonesome world.
Some untold stories that need you to tell more.
If i were Haruki, i could have told you at least a short story of theirs.
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Haruki Murakami and the lonely traveller in us
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Posted:Nov 5, 2006 6:11 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2007 3:27 am 6871 Views
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The alone/lonely traveller responded to my request of sea water:
"i only have the Mekong river water here,very thick brown colour...but the waterfall had some blue and green water and smell just like the ocean
water..."
(How come waterfall water can smell like ocean??)
Reading, I felt farlorn.
Later, I met with Haruki Murakami,renowned Jp writer, a once self-imposed exiler/escaper travelling around/away. He gave us the answer:
"Despite our loneliness we are all connected.
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We have rooms in ourselves. Most of them we have not visited yet....From time to time we can find the passage. We find strange things...old phonographs, pictures, books...they belong to us, but it is the first time we have found them.”
Enlightened - Despite our loneliness we are all connected.
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