Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Should I study or should I watch a movie??
Should I study or should I watch a movie??
Should I study or should I watch a movie??
Should I study or should I watch a movie??
Should I study or should I watch a movie??
C: "Do you have a lot to do?"
I: "I have ... one, two, three..four.. books to read"
C: "and....what do you think?"
I :" MOIVE!~ Homework can wait.."
C:"........................................"
Monday, November 26, 2007
Spooky story of today
Yesterday, I just cooked 9 pounds chicken legs and 4 pounds beef. Rita came over to help me……to eat.
Today, I am trying to pack those cooked chicken into several small containers and distribute to friends. Since after seeing so many chicken in such a short of time….I just do not feel like eating them anymore.
Anyhow, the spooky story started after I put chicken into containers….then….I could not find any lids for these containers.
I yield my roommate C in the other room “HI~ roommie~~ did you see those lids.”
“What?~” C rushed over with a confused face.
“the lids for those containers.” I pointed those open containers with chickens in.
C started searching our kitchen cabinets, which I already searched. Minute later she turned over and gave me the most innocent look, “man, those containers are new, the lids must be somewhere~~” (What a useless comment, like I did not know...)
“and…where are our pot lids??” I just noticed that those pots who sitting on the stove were lidless too.
“Oh~oH~~ this is freaky….freaky in an annoying way~” C cried.
Then we came to a conclusion: there is a lids-ghost in our apartment. We can only hope he/she return our lids in time next time when we need them.
I have to switch containers for my chicken this time.
________________________________________________________after Spooky story pictures as if after meal dessert. it just so necessary, haha
Dinner I had with Rita yesterday.
Lighting in my kitchen is terriable and my camera is outdated, anyway, it looks much nicer if the plate were in front of you. I sware...
When the lighting is right and camera performs, the vergi looks like following.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The Lover
“He said that to him it was strange how much their story had remained what it was before, how he still loved her, how he would never stop loving her for the rest of his life. How he would love her until he died.
He heard her crying on the telephone.
And then from further off, probably from her room – room she hadn’t hung up – he could still hear her crying. And then he tried to hear still more. She was no longer there. She had become invisible, unreachable. And he had cried. Very hard. With all the strength that was in him.”
The Lover
Marguerite Duras
Print: Carpenters - This Masquerade
Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
We’re lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say we’re just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We’re lost inside this lonely game we play
(*) throughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
And we’re lost in this masquerade
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We’re lost inside this lonely game we play
Repeat (*)
We’re lost in a masquerade
因为刚考完,所以比较闲, 有时间干点这些没用的事。
同志们见谅了啊,
其实人家,内心深深处, 也是无比文艺的瓦~~
Friday, November 23, 2007
Le.Tourbillon.De.La.Vie
哇~~这么好听,还这么好看, 跟仙女儿似的,
就是不知道在唱啥。。
来, 小杨, briefly。。。
生命的漩涡
"She had rings on each finger,
Rounds of bracelets around her wrists,
And then she sang a song with such a voice that hypnotized me at once."
"She had eyes, the eyes of Opal,
that fascinated me, fascinated me
It was her pale oval face
that doomed my life."
"We met, we recognized each other,
We lost track of each other, we lost sight
We found each other again, we warmed up to each other,
And then we separated."
"We parted for our own good
In the whirlwind of life
I saw her again one evening, aïe, aïe, aïe!
She already belonged to someone else."
"With the banjos sound, I recognized once again
Her curious smile that once intrigued me so much
Her fatal voice, her beautiful pale face
touch me more than ever before."
"I got drunk listening to her voice
Alcohol made me forget about time
I woke up feeling
The blazing kisses on my forehead."
"We met, we recognized each other,
We lost track of each other, we lost sight
We found each other again, we separated, and then we warmed up to each other again."
"We left for our own good, in the whirlwind of life.
I saw her again one night, ah là là, she fell into my arms again."
"When we met each, when we recognized each other, why did we lose sight, once and again?
When we found each other and warmed up to each other again, why did we separate?"
"The two of us, left each other in the whilrwind of life,
We continued to turn back, and embrace each other."
Translation from 小杨
神奇的小王 (7)
不知道为什么感恩节后的星期五要叫black Friday, 阳光灿烂的上午怎么也和black 联系不上。 大减价,就去买了个蓝牙, 从此威斯康星大道上会有个行色匆匆目不斜视, 自言自语情绪无常的妞儿, 你看,她的耳朵上别了颗蓝牙。。
本来还要去Macy’s 和Boston Store, 结果车把一拐就进了Pick’n Save, 买了一堆牛,一堆鸡,和一堆香蕉, 大概够一个半月的伙食了, 结帐的时候小姐说 ‘您省了6元钱’。推着一车其实并不需要的食品, 立马,就觉得自己又傻逼了。
回家做了个咖喱鸡, 不难,
灌装椰奶和一带咖喱粉,煮, 直到上面浮出油。
倒入鸡腿, 煮熟,大火收汁。
这个让Rita 和她的蜜分吧, 东南亚味道的。
剩下的鸡, 炖鸡汤, 做鸡汤面条。
然后的, 烤了, 彦琳找个周末你过来陪吃吧。
扮演炉灶飞时候收音机里放着‘Bubbly’, 立马就又掉泪儿了, 又稀里哗啦的了。 做好了,就又不想吃了, 直接放进container。
前天晚上和小杨在电话上没心没肺的扯了快两个小时, 觉得自己真的已经over了。
现在想来,或许那种伤感的情绪,在节后愈发浓郁,自个儿就被熏得Black 了。 然后这个Friday 也就Black 啦。
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
We're all in the dance
Life's a dance, we all have to do
What does the music require?
People are moving together
Close as the flames in a fire
Feel the beat; music and rhyme
While there is time.
We all go 'round and 'round
Partners of lost and found
Looking for one more chance
All I know is,
We're all in the dance
Night and Day, the music plays on
We are all part of the show
While we can hold on to someone
Even though life won't let us go
Feel the beat; music and rhyme
While there is time.
We all go round and round
Partners of lost and found
Looking for one more chance
All I know is,
We're all in the dance
We're all in the dance
We all go round and round
Partners of lost and found
Looking for one more chance
All we know is,
We're all in the dance
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Roomies night
For the sake of all the pain we had.... from school or .. life...
"There are times when life calls out for a change, a transition, like, like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer's over now, and we missed out on autamn. And now, all of a sudden, it's cold, it is so cold, everything, everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep. And the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep on the snow, you do not feel death coming. "
----Paris, Je t'aime
A line from the movie Paris, I love you,C and I checked out, from Blockbuster, it is sure that kind of moive makes everyone feels could be related with somehow, in someway.
Good movie with good music too.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Flowers in my room
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Let Time Goes By
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Daily Horoscope
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Random thoughts after ‘In the dark tomb’
We had good cries together;
We had days together,
We had nights together;
We had dinner together,
We had breakfast together;
……
When one uses ‘had’ it’s always semi-sad,
Especially, when our path
Splits at the end
…….
We may never live together;
We may never have kids together;
We may not even see each other for a very very long time;
……
But in my pocket, I have all the ‘had’& ‘together’
And years from now,
I will open the pocket and pray:
“Please do not bathe my ashes with venom”
….
Coz, they are the only beautiful time,
I ever had…
My Moan
From Luciano Pavarotti
Live Recital
Beethoven: In Questa tomba Oscura
WoO 133
In questa tomba oscura
Lasciami riposar;
Quando vivevo, ingrate,
Dovevi a me pensar.
Lascia che I’ ombre ignude
Godansi pace almen,
E non bagnar mie ceneri
D’inutile velen
In questa tomba oscura, ecc
English Translations :
In this dark tomb
Let me rest;
Ungrateful one, you should
Have thought of me alive.
Let naked shadows
Enjoy their peace,
And do not bathe my ashes
With useless venom
In this dark tomb, etc.
Friday, November 9, 2007
神奇的小王 (6)
副标题:重出江湖之坚果菠菜 (baby spinach w/ pin nuts)
小王同学前些时候因心灵破碎,久无饕餮。这些时日,元气稍有回复,重出江湖。
当然了,这也要怪Rita 同学,让俺替她买菠菜,俺买完以后她又说‘自己留着吃吧’。以至于造成了暂时性菠菜过剩的情形。 浪费就是犯罪, 怎么样俺也要为钟爱的菠菜讨个说法。
闲言少叙, 坚果菠菜很容易的
1, 热油,炒蒜蓉,
2, 出香味后放菠菜, 翻翻, 翻翻, 再翻番。
3, 同时放坚果, 最好是松子儿, 味道很香很香的, 但是小王家秉承一贯的因陋就简,放了核桃。 最后罗嗦一下, 松子儿真的很好吃。
4, 撒盐, 出锅。
那个鱼是红烧的, 更容易了, 两边煎煎,放料酒,酱油,姜片, 一点红糖,一点盐, 熟了就出锅。 两个菜一起做十来分钟就好了。
这般看来,小王的胃口还是不错的,即便是在这么破碎的时期,还不忘在肉蛋禽鱼的世界中开拓进取。 自赞一个~~
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Winning Story of Nov 8th 2007
---By Ding 2
I am an apple tree, standing proud in front the lawn of the farm house where the girl that care for me lives. My story is about love, love that is unfathomable, love that is not easy to understand, love that is fragile, and love that is not eternal. The story happen during the time when the girl care for me deeply, passionately and unselfishly. The girl fertilize me, cut my narrow branches, clean up the soil around me, and watch me all the time. I am a bad apple tree, no matter how hard she care for me, I rarely give her any fruits, I grow my fruits slowly and randomly, troubling the girl that care for me so much. The girl stands strong, no matter how bad I treat her, she will always back and care for me. My appreciation starts to grow too, I started to give her more fruits and she's happy ... or I thought she was. It was near the season where I will grow a lot of fruits ... I was planning to do my best and give her all I can give. All goes well ... until that one day ... the day that change my life forever, the day that makes everything around me so gloomy, makes my soil tasteless, my roots shivers up. That day that I found out that she was eating orange! Imagine the shock that comes into my branches, she's enjoying the oranges so passionately, so delicately, and looks so happy. To that I can't blame her, I've been the one that failed to produce, failed so bad, that she has to leave me. But she didn't, she still care for me, but she didn't bother to pick my fruits anymore. I asked to her one day, "Why wouldn't you pick my apple anymore?" She replied in her very tender voice,"I tasted orange, its a different kind of fruit, not comparable, but I can't bring myself back to apple, I already changed my mind, I will keep you here, for now until you no longer produce any fruits, then I will cut you down and bury your roots on the best spot on my lawn, but I will not try to care for you or pick for your fruits anymore"
That day, I dawn myself with regret, sadness, and a burden that my heart can't take, that I cried and cried and cried until no more tears can be shed. There am I, standing tall in the lawn, watching my caretaker eating orange while deep inside I am rotting away and wishfully hope for a better life after I reborn again ... now I will just wither in the winter and leave this cold world ... for a while ... till I come back ... as the pure seed I was, with the knowledge of the wiser ... farewell oh my sweet loving caretaker ...
Sunday, November 4, 2007
由grocery shopping 引发的一些联想,
牛肉的价钱已经降到了$1.99一磅, 牛奶的价钱却涨到了$3.38一加仑。
同志们,知道威斯康星州的别名叫什么么?
难道我们的奶牛们都成了痴肥狂膘,不挤奶的蠢物了抹?
买桶牛奶都能被刺激到,
这次第,怎一个郁闷了得~~
看来,哀家又要自个儿磨豆浆了~~
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
A memoir, for the broken heart
实在是没必要这般颓丧,苦着张脸,每日讨厌自己两三次,又何必。
想想小杨放弃了长我三倍的感情, 那么日子还有什么不能继续。
伤痛是肯定的, 撕裂了, 破碎了,燃尽了,不再有温暖,
哭也哭过了, 梨花带雨,残花败柳,劫后余生。
也只得珍惜, 说声珍重,再抱一下,
同一条街, 两个世界, 还在唱, 爱谁谁。
依旧不肯见人,不愿说话,
因为,
说了也没用。
那么, 我决定
断烟戒酒, 煲汤炖肉
跑步游泳,衣着光鲜
还能怎样? 打回原形,
好好爱自己。
——————暂时性怀旧分割线——————
PS, 翻出N百九十年前离别旧情人时写的东东, 哀家那时的PH值肯定为零, 酸到自己都看不下去, 好在现在神经已越发大条。 所谓成长或许就是褪去一层层的纯真敏感多情,换为麻木冷漠安静的过程而已。 其中喜哀也只有自己明了。
谁的掌纹, 谁的宿命,谁的轮回
其实一切早已既定,
再多的百转迁回,也不过是,,殊途同归。
无论是劫还是缘, 我们相遇了,
带着良辰美景,残垣断壁,和风细雨,狂风巨浪,细弱易碎,坚不可摧。。
我们还是相遇了
然而表达的一切却终将是虚幻。。
看到的,不是希翼的
握住的,不是真实的
心疼的,不是自己的
拥抱着的,不是有体温的
要离开,又留下
大笑着,也啜泣
乏力,无力,气已若游丝
我们真的就这样相遇了,
生命中打了个死结, 要怎样去解?
知道曼珠沙华吗?就是歌中唱的彼岸花,
那片片溢香的红色,能唤起
死者对生前的记忆。
如果有等待,我愿让时间的长河将我湮没。
那时,我的双手会苍老干枯,会抚摸着一个又一个的,死结。
然后,
让那海水火焰,万紫千红,白云苍狗, 沧海桑田,
在我掌中,再次涌现。
Thursday, November 1, 2007
It is all over but the crying -- Garbage
This is a song I got from Rita,
not too much, only love this one sentence ,
'It is over but the crying'
That is what a woman at least can do...
not necessary a bad thing,
not bad at all...