9/21/2007
Insomnia
Maybe it was the badminton, maybe it was the tea, maybe it was the work, tried calling MSS, not avaliable. Sleepless nights are hard, especially when it is a lonely night.
9/18/2007
Perrault’s “Maitre Chat”
While staying at Tungsten is quite boring, I did find something interesting in their local library, which has been abadoned for 2 decades. I found this book "Maitre Chat", better known as "Puss in boots".
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There was once a miller who had three sons. When the miller died, he left them his windmill, his donkey and his cat. The eldest son had the windmill, the second the donkey and the youngest got the cat.
The youngest son was very sad: “With the windmill and donkey, my brothers will have no trouble in making a living. But I will starve to death.”
The cat heard this, and, looking very grave and serious, said: “Master, give m a sack, and have a pair of boots made for me, and you will see what I can do for you.”
His master could not believe this, but he knew the cat was clever at catching rats and mice, so he began to cheer up.
When the cat had got what he had asked for, he pulled on his boots and set off, with the sack over his shoulder.
When he came to a cornfield, the cat hid himself among the corn, but kept his sack open, and when two partridges went into his sack, he pulled tight the strings and caught them both. Then he set off to see the King.
When the cat arrived at the palace and was taken to the King, he made a deep bow and said: “Your Majesty, the Marquis of Carrabas begs you to accept this present.”
The King was very pleased with the partridges.
The cat continued to bring the King gifts of game for the next two or three months. Then one day, when the cat knew that the King was going for a drive along the riverbank with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, the cat said to his master: “Do as I tell you and your fortune is made. Just bathe in the river at the place I show you, and leave the rest to me.”
The miller’s son did as he was told. When the King’s carriage came by, the cat cried out. “Help! Help! The Marquis of Carrabas is drowning!” The King put his head out of the carriage window and, recognizing the cat, sent his footmen to resuce the Marquis. Then the cat told the King that thieves had stolen his master’s clothes. The truth was that the cat had himself hidden them under a big stone. As soon as the King heard this, he ordered his footmen to fetch one of his best suits for the Marquis to wear.
The Marquis looked very handsome in his borrowed clothes, and the princess fell madly in love with him.
The King then asked the Marquis to join them, and the carriage continued on its way.
The cat, very pleased to see his plan already beginning to work, ran ahead. Meeting some men mowing a meadow, he said to them: “If you do not tell the King that these meadows belong to the Marquis of Carrabas, you will be chopped up into pieces as small as mincemeat.”
And when the carriage passed by a moment later, and the King stopped to ask who owned the meadows, the men said, “The Marquis of Carrabas,” for they were frightened by the cat’s threats.
Then the cat, still running on ahead, met some harvesters. The cat said: “If you do not tell the King that these cornfields belong to the Marquis of Carrabas, you will be chopped up into pieces as small as mincemeat.” And again, when the King came by a moment later and wanted to know who owned the cornfields, he received the same reply.
At last, the cat came to a beautiful castle surrounded by a deep moat. The castle belonged to a very rich Ogre, who was the real owner of the fields the cat had claimed for his master.
Boldly, the cat walked in and asked to speak to him.
The Ogre received him as politely as an Ogre can.
“I’m told,” said the cat, “that you are so clever you can turn yourself into any animal you wish-even a lion or an elephant?”
“But of course,” said the Ogre. “I’ll show you”
And immediately, the Ogre turned into a lion.
The cat was so frightened to see a lion in front of him that he leaped onto the roof-but his boots were not meant for climbing over tiles and he nearly slipped off.
A little later, when the cat saw that the Ogre had changed back into his own shape again, he came down.
“I’m also told,” said the cat, “but I can hardly believe it, that you can turn yourself into something very small-even a rat, or a mouse?”
“Nothing could be easier,” said the Ogre. He then turned himself into a mouse and began to scamper across the floor.
The cat pounced on the mouse and ate it up.
Meanwhile, the King’s carriage was passing the castle. The King thought it was such as beautiful castle he must see inside. As soon as the cat heard the noise of the carriage passing over the drawbridge, he ran outside to meet it.
“Welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carrabas, Your Majesty,” said the cat.
“What?” cried the King. “Is this castle yours also, Marquis? May we go inside?”
The King, and the Marquis with the young princess on his arm, followed the cat into the castle.
They found themselves in a great hall with a marvelous feast spread out before them.
After the King had drunk five or six glasses of wine, he said: “Would you do me the honor of marrying my daughter?”
The Marquis made a very deep bow and accepted, and he married the princess that very day.
As for the cat, he was made a great Lord and no longer cashed mice, except to amuse himself.
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Yeah, I was bored, so I typed out the entire story, which is not too long anyways.
A few important lessons to be learnt here:
1) Extortion, Impersonation, and Lying will get you a wife, a castle and a lot of land.
2) If a cat talks to you demanding things, do what the cat says.
3) Don't drink and marry your daughter, you might be marrying her to a liar.
4) If a cat comes knocking at your door... Don't answer it! It will take your house!
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There was once a miller who had three sons. When the miller died, he left them his windmill, his donkey and his cat. The eldest son had the windmill, the second the donkey and the youngest got the cat.
The youngest son was very sad: “With the windmill and donkey, my brothers will have no trouble in making a living. But I will starve to death.”
The cat heard this, and, looking very grave and serious, said: “Master, give m a sack, and have a pair of boots made for me, and you will see what I can do for you.”
His master could not believe this, but he knew the cat was clever at catching rats and mice, so he began to cheer up.
When the cat had got what he had asked for, he pulled on his boots and set off, with the sack over his shoulder.
When he came to a cornfield, the cat hid himself among the corn, but kept his sack open, and when two partridges went into his sack, he pulled tight the strings and caught them both. Then he set off to see the King.
When the cat arrived at the palace and was taken to the King, he made a deep bow and said: “Your Majesty, the Marquis of Carrabas begs you to accept this present.”
The King was very pleased with the partridges.
The cat continued to bring the King gifts of game for the next two or three months. Then one day, when the cat knew that the King was going for a drive along the riverbank with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, the cat said to his master: “Do as I tell you and your fortune is made. Just bathe in the river at the place I show you, and leave the rest to me.”
The miller’s son did as he was told. When the King’s carriage came by, the cat cried out. “Help! Help! The Marquis of Carrabas is drowning!” The King put his head out of the carriage window and, recognizing the cat, sent his footmen to resuce the Marquis. Then the cat told the King that thieves had stolen his master’s clothes. The truth was that the cat had himself hidden them under a big stone. As soon as the King heard this, he ordered his footmen to fetch one of his best suits for the Marquis to wear.
The Marquis looked very handsome in his borrowed clothes, and the princess fell madly in love with him.
The King then asked the Marquis to join them, and the carriage continued on its way.
The cat, very pleased to see his plan already beginning to work, ran ahead. Meeting some men mowing a meadow, he said to them: “If you do not tell the King that these meadows belong to the Marquis of Carrabas, you will be chopped up into pieces as small as mincemeat.”
And when the carriage passed by a moment later, and the King stopped to ask who owned the meadows, the men said, “The Marquis of Carrabas,” for they were frightened by the cat’s threats.
Then the cat, still running on ahead, met some harvesters. The cat said: “If you do not tell the King that these cornfields belong to the Marquis of Carrabas, you will be chopped up into pieces as small as mincemeat.” And again, when the King came by a moment later and wanted to know who owned the cornfields, he received the same reply.
At last, the cat came to a beautiful castle surrounded by a deep moat. The castle belonged to a very rich Ogre, who was the real owner of the fields the cat had claimed for his master.
Boldly, the cat walked in and asked to speak to him.
The Ogre received him as politely as an Ogre can.
“I’m told,” said the cat, “that you are so clever you can turn yourself into any animal you wish-even a lion or an elephant?”
“But of course,” said the Ogre. “I’ll show you”
And immediately, the Ogre turned into a lion.
The cat was so frightened to see a lion in front of him that he leaped onto the roof-but his boots were not meant for climbing over tiles and he nearly slipped off.
A little later, when the cat saw that the Ogre had changed back into his own shape again, he came down.
“I’m also told,” said the cat, “but I can hardly believe it, that you can turn yourself into something very small-even a rat, or a mouse?”
“Nothing could be easier,” said the Ogre. He then turned himself into a mouse and began to scamper across the floor.
The cat pounced on the mouse and ate it up.
Meanwhile, the King’s carriage was passing the castle. The King thought it was such as beautiful castle he must see inside. As soon as the cat heard the noise of the carriage passing over the drawbridge, he ran outside to meet it.
“Welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carrabas, Your Majesty,” said the cat.
“What?” cried the King. “Is this castle yours also, Marquis? May we go inside?”
The King, and the Marquis with the young princess on his arm, followed the cat into the castle.
They found themselves in a great hall with a marvelous feast spread out before them.
After the King had drunk five or six glasses of wine, he said: “Would you do me the honor of marrying my daughter?”
The Marquis made a very deep bow and accepted, and he married the princess that very day.
As for the cat, he was made a great Lord and no longer cashed mice, except to amuse himself.
____________________________________________
Yeah, I was bored, so I typed out the entire story, which is not too long anyways.
A few important lessons to be learnt here:
1) Extortion, Impersonation, and Lying will get you a wife, a castle and a lot of land.
2) If a cat talks to you demanding things, do what the cat says.
3) Don't drink and marry your daughter, you might be marrying her to a liar.
4) If a cat comes knocking at your door... Don't answer it! It will take your house!
9/17/2007
I miss home...
I thought mr. buble's song is very fitting now, alhtough, i haven't met a million people. (more like 60), and I am not exactly in Paris or Rome, (more like a small place between Yukon and Northwest Territories). I still miss home, I still miss you...
"Home"
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And Ie been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two "fine baby, how are you??"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home
Let me go home
I just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I living someone else life
It like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
"Home"
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And Ie been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two "fine baby, how are you??"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home
Let me go home
I just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I living someone else life
It like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
9/08/2007
半塊排骨
我的祖先是從客家大本營廣東梅縣來的,但我不只不會講客家話,我連一句客家話都聽不懂.這次台灣文化節從苗栗請來的"硬頸暢流"表演的客家搖滾,我一點都聽不懂.但聽說客家搖滾並不盛行.想想,如果台灣都不盛行,大概全世界的客家搖滾也不多吧.我還真幸運!
半塊排骨-硬頸暢流
講賢孝某麼人涯最佩服
每日三餐食飯一桌介菜擺滿滿
頭路也沒做盡大這下景氣也唔係最好
佢講涯甫娘愛擠奶小蚵仔愛發育需要營養
一上桌大大小小歸群嘰嘰噈噈
八十歲介阿媽一張竹椅坐唇項
佢甫娘子女先添飯老阿媽就食介冷粥,
佢講老人家會硬到食太多
也唔好就半塊排骨,半塊排骨
半塊排骨（愛樣般食落肚）
半塊排骨（愛命就網吞）半塊排骨（老貨仔一把骨）
半塊排骨（某麼人涯最佩服）
註解：某麼人＝某個人 小蚵仔＝小孩子 嘰嘰噈噈＝吵吵閙閙 唇 項＝旁
邊樣般＝如何 網吞＝加減吞
有空去看看他們的官方網址http://www.yuholife.com/hardneck/,你還可以試聽本歌噢~
半塊排骨-硬頸暢流
講賢孝某麼人涯最佩服
每日三餐食飯一桌介菜擺滿滿
頭路也沒做盡大這下景氣也唔係最好
佢講涯甫娘愛擠奶小蚵仔愛發育需要營養
一上桌大大小小歸群嘰嘰噈噈
八十歲介阿媽一張竹椅坐唇項
佢甫娘子女先添飯老阿媽就食介冷粥,
佢講老人家會硬到食太多
也唔好就半塊排骨,半塊排骨
半塊排骨（愛樣般食落肚）
半塊排骨（愛命就網吞）半塊排骨（老貨仔一把骨）
半塊排骨（某麼人涯最佩服）
註解：某麼人＝某個人 小蚵仔＝小孩子 嘰嘰噈噈＝吵吵閙閙 唇 項＝旁
邊樣般＝如何 網吞＝加減吞
有空去看看他們的官方網址http://www.yuholife.com/hardneck/,你還可以試聽本歌噢~
9/07/2007
Going 30 in less than 30...
I just realized that I am heading to the 30 something in just a few days. I haven't even prepared for it!
I remembered there was a time when I thought, "cool, it will be year 2000 when I am 23", but "damn, 23 is old, I can't imagine myself being 23". Now, I have to imagine myself being 30, being 40s... not 50s, it is still too far away. :)
I remembered there was a time when I thought, "cool, it will be year 2000 when I am 23", but "damn, 23 is old, I can't imagine myself being 23". Now, I have to imagine myself being 30, being 40s... not 50s, it is still too far away. :)
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