Just add some clolor and sea water requet
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Posted:Nov 1, 2006 10:41 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2006 11:09 pm 5848 Views
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With this look, nobody can tell where I am from.
They guessed Thai, Philippine, Malaysian, Singaporean, Korean, Japanese...nobody say Chinese.
There is no tropical passion in a Chinese?
I'd say, my home is in the salty water. Yes, i must live with it to feel at home.
Just send a fancy request to my friend: bring me back some sea water! I bought 32ml French sea water spary. Costly. But good to relax my bleeding nose. Damn dry here!
Aqua treatment is expensive. We have the nature. But how often we enjoy it? other than going to the bloody facilities, buying treatments?
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What's in ppl's mind - Talent show of no talent
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Posted:Nov 1, 2006 8:26 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 2:19 am 5598 Views
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Dont expect me to expand on a talent topic.
Last night I went to a rehearsal for our gala dinner's opening/welcoming performance. I was provoked by the line "our wonderful talent show needs you" and decided to become one of the performers, considering I sing/dance well.
But, look, what a mess, and, what a poor mind ppl have! (Was it bcoz I was too fancy?)
At first look, the sketch for costume was nice! For girls, a down-to-knee red dress,a black long tailed black suit, black high-heel and a superb tall black hat. The prob is a white stick.
Later, veto. "No,we will be kicking legs. No show legs". The costume changed to white shirt, black pants, black suit. Hohoho...like a wizard, or a salesman running in TST street. Not a bit for stage! I opposed but nobody stood by me.
Then was the problem of the dance. What? They called this dance? or stepping? walking?
Let me tell you, the music is New York, New York.
Tell u more later.
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Kick and Rock, No Stop!
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Posted:Oct 27, 2006 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2006 7:33 pm 5709 Views
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Live Rock and Roll, large volume of voltage, stamping, kicking, waving, shaking...
My like.
I only knew them fm the Portuguese textbook - "Xutos e Pontapes" a veteran pure rock band fm Portugal. It doesnt matter (likewise I never could answer your questions of western 1980s mucisian and bands.) Tonight, they are here in Macau, releasing the salty energy in the middle of Nan Van lake.
Men of the helm, navigate in the power of the sea of music aloft.
What on the heck I savor Fado e Saudade fm the crying bass, e-guitar, saxphone and bleak sonic voice?
Nearly half of Macau's Portuguese community has come. , youth, middleaged, elderly. The band put a national flag in front of the drum kit. A weak nation needs to demonstrate strength?
I like to see ppl, young and old, small and big, flock before the stage, stamping, kicking, waving, clapping, screaming.
I like the powerful voice of all that can tear apart the blinking casinos lights on the other side of the lake, Wynn Resort, Hotel Lisboa, Starworld...
And, I like to search for you in the crowd, though you are some where in some jungle far far away drifting.
And, I like to crazily shake myself, though nobody of you, after 5 years, 10 years, 15 years, would agree w/ my rhythm.
Tonight, Pontapes'! Kick, tap!
Please take my message. Please take me to a rock'n'roll marathone - let's eat/drink/sleep/live there w/ the music that can energize us up.
You, ever?
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On the road with you three (a series of stories)
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Posted:Oct 25, 2006 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2007 2:21 am 6013 Views
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Ending of the road: Ranong, Thai/Burmese Border Town.
Characters: 3 persons that can be archetypical me, DVC and a crazy young dreamer who names himself as Realist.
Ranong rains crazily in September. Rain for 30 minutes then sunshine for five, such and such. The rain comes out of a sudden so does the sun win over the rain. Quite often we are caught by the rain. That day, I lose D and R, and I have to straighten up to ride my bike back to our villa. On the way, a downpour strikes and I have to take a shelter in a roadside pavillion, where several Thai motor-taxi drivers are there already.
Realist always reminds me to tend to the everchanges of landscapes, colors, and everything natural.
"You are handicapped if you cant see well. Why you dont wear your glasses?" He repeated this to me on Karon beach of Phuket, where we use to hanging out from dawn to noon while D is still sleeping - we two stretch our bodies first, then do some jogging on this 5-star beach claimed by Thai tourism, then take a shower braving the wave.
"Can you see the ripples? long-tails? the shades fo the faraway hills...?" R pours a string of questions with a bewildered eye, while resting down on the left of me, hands holding up his jaws.
I just answer idly, "I am a minimalist. I like minus and disgust adding up things to my body. And, to see well we need not a pair of good eyes, but good imagination." I look at him, morning sunshine in my eyes.
Very few ppl on the beach in the morning, except the two of us. Usually I smile to the two or three passers-by, if i see them looking at us nicely to envy a pair of such harmonious beach lovers. Almost everyday, a Thai silky bed linen vendor peddles by, greets us warmly and gently, "hi, how are you?" R exchanges with him, asking about his business. The vendor, having the dark skin like every other Thai, bearing a real smile like most of Thai, unfolds his things - very big and exotically patterned - for us. They fly in the sea breeze and we narrow up our eyes to see.
"Enjoy your day!" we never buy anything from him but he always does so and says so heartedly. At this moment, R would becomes blue. "I feel sorry. I really want to buy from him the bed linen, such a nice guy. But it's too expensive for me, you know..." I just stare at him with a penetration mixed of thorough understanding and kind of hate that I cant change anything...but I agree.
Such intricateness go on until he tells me, "Look, Dvc." Then I see a half-smiling D walks by our beach towels. "O D!" I call out in a usual, high-tuned, intimate way. He makes a decent bow, his style of being polite and cultivated, and soon dip into the sea.
R and me will never see Dvc on the beach again. R says he doesnt understand D and D never explains himself well, just to make a detour jokes that the audience dont understand. I understand, his age and wisdom make him like this. We are acually fallen behind him.
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Rain still on, walahwalah, I look at the sky like R looking up to tell the weather, but I cannt figure out when it would stop. I want to ask the drivers but cannot speak Thai. Pointing up to the rainy grey sky and to my wrist, though I dont have a watch on it, I gesture-ask them. They smile and say something I dont understand. It's getting dark. I need to explore back to the villa in this strange city, a bit risky, though I know it would be safe, very safe.
I settle down on the wooden bench and feel happy to find out the truth why there are so many pavillions on roadside when I look out from the bus going up to the east north from southern Thailand - they have plenty of sudden rains.
I begin to fell into sleep with the music of the rain, thinking how to go to the Immigration or tour agencies to get or buy a visa to Burma.
Muddy,jet stream running down from the mountain river sweep aside our rooms, the sound is good for soothing nerves, we three all agree this while we take a sip of the leaves we bought in Bangkok - I have to beg for it because D&R think it's a waste I take that.
The nature soften us down...
My sleep in the pavillion is sweet. One driver's engieer booming wake me back. Rain slows down, a mini open-roof bus pull down and three go off, one girl of them makes a phonecall in the box as soon as she land on. Soon her mother come with a motorbike and full gear of raincoats and they disappear into one of the many bungalows or villas. I have to find my way back to the river-side villa which enjoys a view of the powerful river and mountain, as well as a public hot-spring where we join the locals, fully-dressed, for the great steam bath.
I use my hand to rub away the water on the bike seat. A deep breath, I gear up along with the whislting cars, trucks. Very high speed, them and me.
Again, suddenly, after ten minutes something, the rain comes again. I keep riding, rainwater rolling inside and outside me. I dont want to cry but I feel exhaled.
Last morning, I was squeezing on a motorbike with R and the driver. Lunatics. Very powerful rain dropped on us. At first R held D's umbrella over my head, still the rain attacked us. We were all wet but cool. I had to rest my hands on his hairy legs and he had to occasionally hit my waist from the uneven up and down. However, no way we feel close, we just feel cool. D declared to us, I would not go out to be caught by the rain. Then we three deliberately lose each other on the way back from the hot spring until R stopped to fecth me and proposed a visit to the local market.
We have the same like to stroll in the mobile market, a display of spicy, colorful food, handicrafts, local people's way of life...We smell, look, try immediately. Generally R becomes very excited if he finds a nice drink and dish. He would lift it up to my nose and urge me to take. I try and nod my head, "MMMMMHH!" We invite D. Yet D prefers museum and his only favorite fm the market is banana. "D only eats banana", we joke.
"Thais have a magic use of rubber bands in the market, they use less plastics then Chinese."
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"I dont know whether I can carry on and you are fond of me as well as my stories."
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A Hard Return & Too Much=Zero & Vice Versa
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Posted:Oct 19, 2006 4:22 am
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2006 8:34 am 5791 Views
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Dear friends,
I've returned from my luxury holiday (in term of length and intangeble value).
Then have been soaked up by a headache assignment.
After such a long absence in such a different environ with such a different mind, I really have difficulty to write or share with you.
There's too much in me that equals to zero, and this zero enlarged to too much.
I cant speak, I am wordless.
Let me be silent, OK? No speculations, OK? at least for some while.
(I'll get back to your challenge later but knowing not how long it takes, DVC>
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The Hostee Has Happiness
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Posted:Aug 30, 2006 8:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2007 2:18 am 6907 Views
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The hostee has happiness
Off for a period
(to compose better lyrics)
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Marriage, what you are for?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2006 12:39 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2006 7:24 pm 6571 Views
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I. Two reasons for Marriage:
Today, the myth of marriage has been unveiled. Its truth inexorably reveals to the married, the divorced, the unmarried.
Any need to get married? Yes, here is a precise conclusion by my female friend who has some experience, and I think it has some sense:
1. To marry unless you meet someone with whom you think deserves a lifelong companionship.
2. To marry for the only and ultimate purpose for marriage, as it is designed by society - to have marital and continue your generations.
II. Marriage Deserter
Deserter fm love is common. Have you ever known any deserter fm marriage, family?
My answer is yes. And more likely they are men. Women seldom brave the deserting of , though they may desert their men (like the novel/movie Madison Bridge, she develops a romantic relationship but still stays for the family).
I mean those who suddenly disappear and flee from the wives/husbands and , without any notice. They would usually say - leisurely, casually- “I go out to buy cigarette. “ There’s no traceable sign. Then completely disappear, no explanation, no why, no further contact, disregarding all the reality behind.
My friend told me of his neighbor’s deserting story, long ago, far away, in South Africa . And only yesterday, I was stunned to know another but the deserted wife and were right in front of me ‒ in the green valley. They are expatriates. I knew the lady some years ago, a single mother w/ two . Slender, she appears to be a little sensitive. But she’s gentle, kind, always with a smile hard to describe. Only yesterday, I knew her husband fled years ago without any trail, the typical kind of deserter from marriage/family. The mockery was: he happened to meet an acquaintance in the terminal port, he told him that he’s going to flee. The acquaintance said nothing to the wife during all the years. Oh, I can say now: her smile is kind-of sad and the ’ expression shows some indifference to the world.
In animal world, we know some species will desert their ‒ more a survival choice. The giant panda mother will abandon a baby panda because she cannot afford to foster two babies at a time. How come this happens to man, who is supposed to be bound by human morality and responsibilities?
Man may say it understandable that sometimes men get fed up by the wife/family and want to flash away. Is it a sort of mental dead knot? Cowardly action? I wonder. Will the deserters have compunctions? Will they miss who they left behind?
So, you should count the deserter into your risks when you decide to marry someone. What can I wish you? Good luck?
----P.S. By quoting this very exceptional issue, I am not blaming on marriage system. Given it a traditional merit and practice, there are still many successful marriages (provided that you don’t probe into and demand much fm marriage, eheh…
pic. I love you - egg hearts, source unkown
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Mini Stories, Max Creativity - Come! Fun!
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Posted:Aug 25, 2006 6:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2006 1:28 am 6627 Views
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It was enthusiastically launched by littleplus:
Share your love stories, of passion, of romance, of rapture; of regret, of guilt, of devastation.
An exit for you, a mirror for your reflection. Touch heart and contribute.
N.B. Less than 50 words.
bananaman43 joined in, affectionately:
Two decades of wandering alone seaching for someone or something call true love. A lonesome journey without a destination, or a signpost. All I have is my heart for a compass. Her smiles, her sweetness in thoughts and words. I see beauty before me, but is it just another mirage?
swallow interacted, playfully:
"I'll fetch you in 7 minute." He said.
"But it's 30-minute ride." She speculated.
He proved himself - powerful and charismatic. Yet timid in love. They entangled btw passion and sex but could not agree.
Love-and-sex cannot tolerate sex.
Two tight slaps to his face was an appropriate farewell present.
davinci2rinpoche came, w/ his achieving mischief:
Love is a temporary insanity sustained by the fear of losing the beloved one, only curable by marriage with its casual kisses, casual sex and apparent fidelity.
But he was not qualified for the game coz it was more a witty definition than a story.
davinci2rinpoche's 2nd lustful trial:
The servant is serving breakfast to the duchess. She's in bed, running a finger between her legs, and smelling it. "You wanna try?" she asks. “Belonging to the lower order, I'Il take your orders, your Highness," he kindly answers. "So, lick my clit while I'm having my breakfast," she groans.
swallow tried to surpass and set the story in an old-time Japanese house:
The wife and husband sit face-to-face for tea. Wife's waffled dress muffles down stairs, husband's back leaning onto a papery screen where a maid stand behind. Silently, a guy squats into the dress muffle, while husband's hands pierces through the screen.
"How's the tea?" They simutaneously ask.
"Mmmmh, I want more!" Wife.
"Yeah, soft and watery." Husband.
So far only 3 ppl's participation. Come, folks, let's spread littleplus' fun!
Creative writing, limited words (of 50), unlimited creativity and sensuality.
(I'd like to organize a contest for this. And, the prize is, a 4-day trip w/ a pleasant company.)
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今人不見古時月 Today's ppl and yesterday's moon
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Posted:Aug 25, 2006 5:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2006 11:54 am 7619 Views
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把 酒 問 月 ﹕ 故 人 賈 淳 令 予 問 之 -李白
青天有月來幾時。我今停杯一問之。人攀明月不可得。月行卻與人相隨。皎如飛鏡臨丹闕。 綠煙滅盡清輝發。但見宵從海上來。寧知曉向雲間沒。白兔搗藥秋復春。嫦娥孤棲與誰鄰。 今人不見古時月。今月曾經照古人。古人今人若流水。共看明月皆如此。惟 願 當 歌 對 酒 時 。月 光 長 照 金 樽 裡
今人不見古時月。今月曾經照古人. 我只躊躇: 今月古月是否同一月? 今人古人是否同一人?
備注: 許淵沖老先生(為楊振寧先生同窗),是迄今詩譯英法第一人,他譯著等身. 要英法文版請找來讀.
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I am translating, painfully, literally, four extracted lines from the seven-syllable archaic poem by Li Bai, the greatest Tang romanticism poet:
Today’s people cannot see the ancient moon,
yet today’s moon has shone the ancient people.
Man of today and other days is but flowed water,
and the moon he beholds is the same age-old one.
It makes me think: Is it the same moon? the same man?
Ps. Xu Yuanchong is the one-of-a-kind established translator who translate fluently old-style classic poems into English and French. You can find his works to read. By the way, he is Yang Zhenning’s classmate, an old confident intellectual having gone through the War & Cultural Revolution.
Pic. Painting by Mali - Moon
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US need better understanding of China/Chinese - In American Eyes
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Posted:Aug 21, 2006 2:40 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2006 1:26 am 8139 Views
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I did not know they could not view the BBC site..
-extracted fm Touch's comment on my post "how to blog"
Touch, and American friends, for you...
US needs better understanding of China
By Alexander Killeffer (chinadaily.com.cn)
A country of cat- and dog-eaters poised to take over the world in a matter of years. Perhaps this is the image that comes to mind for many Americans when they think of China. After two months in the nation's capital, however, I can tell you that most of what the U.S. thinks about the country is a bit off the mark, to say the least.
My time in Beijing has taught me many things about China and its people and, while far from being an authority on the subject, I can say with relative confidence that I have never indulged in any feline or canine delicacies during my stay here, nor have I seen anyone else do so.
Cat eating is said to be much more popular in the Cantonese-speaking provinces of the south, particularly in Guangdong, while dining is said to be most popular in Korea. While both animals may be consumed in scattered places throughout the country, including some specialty restaurants in Beijing, in the nation's capital, at least, the practice is far from commonplace. Indeed, you're far more likely to find Beijing diners feasting on ducks' feet, ducks' heads, crawfish and snails.
Of course, a country cannot be judged on the basis of its cuisine alone, especially when the rest of the world may be forced to eat it in just a few years, right? Not exactly. While it's true that China, as hard as it may be for Americans to stomach, seems destined to be the world's next global superpower, skittish U.S. diners may have more time to digest the news than they think.
Although some experts estimate that China's economy will become the world's largest as early as 2030, a myriad of obstacles stands in the country's path. For example, the age of the Chinese population. Add to that the economic disparity between the coast and the rest of the country, a host of environmental problems, and the fact that the government will have to juggle all these issues while sustaining and controlling breakneck economic growth at the same time, and you've got a tough roe to hoe.
Another aspect of China that Americans often misunderstand is its relationship with North Korea, especially in regard to that country's nuclear ambitions. In the opinion of many Americans, China should either be friendly enough with their Communist brethren to convince them to disarm or strong enough to force them to. The fact of the matter is, neither is completely the case.
China's ties to North Korea, first off, aren't as cozy as many Americans might imagine. While it's possible, though somewhat difficult, for Chinese to visit North Korea, for example, their counterparts across the Yalu River and the Yellow Sea have a much more difficult time leaving their shores. Following the Korean War, Chinese characters were essentially eliminated from the North Korean language, and despite decades of relief and aid from Beijing, North Korea simply does not seem to want to listen to its Chinese neighbors. Theoretically, China could force Pyongyang to listen, but, unlike some other countries, persuasion via military might does not seem to be its style.
For their part, the Chinese don't understand what America is so worried about. "How can a nation that can barely feed its own people afford to go to war?" they ask. Plus, if any country should be concerned about getting a nuclear bomb dropped on it, it should be China, practically in Pyongyang's backyard.
As much as America enjoys criticizing China's relationship with North Korea, it is perhaps even fonder of lambasting its government, especially for what it sees as the CCP's internal corruption and its control of the country's media. Here again, however, the U.S is handing down opinions on a topic it isn't entirely informed about.
While it's true that there are certain things you can't write about, certain places you can't go and certain terms that you can't search for on the Internet, for the most part, the government isn't nearly as controlling as Washington and the U.S. media would have Americans believe. I was able, for example, to view the New York Times in its entirety online everyday.
Of course, by U.S. standards, any infringement upon individual rights is automatic grounds for a public outrage, but in China, different standards apply, and for good reason. Consider this, in the past 100 years China has witnessed the end of dynastic rule (essentially the only thing it had known its entire history), foreign invasion and occupation, civil war. The U.S. has suffered only one of those atrocities, civil war, and it is viewed as perhaps the singular, most horrible event in the nation's history. Imagine that, plus all the Chinese had to go through, crammed into a period of less than 100 years and you begin to understand why the Chinese accept their government the way it is at present.
China was once a powerful nation, under the Tang dynasty, from 618-907 A.D., it was the cosmopolitan Mecca of the Far East, and unlike most once-powerful nations, it has a unique opportunity to return to the top. Chinese people are hardworking, intelligent and extremely friendly to foreigners and, rather than point out their shortcomings, the U.S. should applaud their progress. Rather than hinder China's return to its former glory, America should help it along the way, if not out of sheer good will, then simply so that once it does inherit the reins of world power we will be its friend and not its enemy.
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