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2008年3月9日 星期日
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What's in a name?
2008年2月4日 星期一
2008年1月29日 星期二
the lyrics of SHE (Charles Aznavour)

雖是老歌,卻是我的新歡
美的像詩的歌詞,令人感動
SHE (Charles Aznavour)
She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred tearful things
Within the measure of the day.
She May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside a shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that can and hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she
2008年1月19日 星期六
一旦你決定了一件事,去做就對了
2008年1月17日 星期四
2008年1月1日 星期二
跨年的英文
2007年12月30日 星期日
新店中興路好吃的水煎包 Delicious fried dumplings in Xindian
這是台北縣新店市的中興路,路過時發現一排車(圖最左邊)臨停及一堆人在排隊買,周圍沒有任何賣吃的店家,很奇特的景象。This is a scene on the ZhongXing Road in Xindian City, Taipei County: some cars pulling over and lots of people waiting in line in a fried dumplings store. No other vending stalls or eateries near the store, its good business interested me.
沒有店名,這麼多人潮,一定很好吃吧!It doesn't even get a name. The sigh just says "Fried dumplings."
There is only one stove with an iron plate pan on it, just on the side of the road.
The store sells only fried dumplings and soy bean milk. The business hours are 5:30-12:30 in the morning (cabbage stuffing only) and 3:30-6:30 in the afternoon (leek stuffing only). The store is closed on Tuesdays.
As soon as the dumplings were well-cooked, the bosses were busy packing. A whole pan of dumplings were soon gone because each customer took eight or more . Oh, no! I had to wait for the next pan. While waiting, I smelled of the fragrance of sesame oil. No wonder the dumplings are popular.
天哪!有go好吃的!內餡除了韭菜,還有加一些豆干、肉及蛋,第一次吃到這樣的韭菜水煎包,實在的料、完美的味道及酥脆但有料的外皮 ,真是美食大發現!Wow! How delicious! The stuffing includes not only leek but also some tofu, pork, and egg.
The stuffing is special and good, and the dumpling skin is nicely chewy and crispy.
ps.地址是台北縣新店市中興路一段112號,離碧潭捷運站不遠,走路5分鐘。
P s. The address is 112 XhongXing Rd. Xindian City, five minutes walk from the Bitan MRT station.
2007年12月29日 星期六
got fleas? Get the vacuum 有跳蚤?拿起吸塵器吧!

"Vacuum cleaners kill fleas just as well as any poison...the vacuum brushes wear away a waxy outer layer on insects called the cuticle (表皮). Without it, the fleas, larvae (昆蟲的幼蟲) and pupae (蛹) probably dry up and die."
(摘要)
吸塵器能把昆蟲有蠟的表皮刷掉,讓牠們乾燥而死,因此能殺死跳蚤。
English news from The China Post, page 11, 2007/12/20
新聞選自英文中國郵報,第十一版,2007/12/20
講到跳蚤,就令人想到John Donne 的那首詩The Flea(跳蚤)
The Flea by John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deny'st me is;It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;Thou know'st that this cannot be saidA sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;Yet this enjoys before it woo,And pampered swells with one blood made of two,And this, alas, is more than we would do.Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,Where we almost, yea, more than married are.This flea is you and I, and thisOur marriage bed, and marriage temple is;Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,And cloistered in these living walls of jet.Though use make you apt to kill me,Let not to that, self-murder added be,And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Cruel and sudden, hast thou sincePurpled thy nail in blood of innocence?Wherein could this flea guilty be,Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thouFind'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deny'st me is;It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;Thou know'st that this cannot be saidA sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;Yet this enjoys before it woo,And pampered swells with one blood made of two,And this, alas, is more than we would do.Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,Where we almost, yea, more than married are.This flea is you and I, and thisOur marriage bed, and marriage temple is;Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,And cloistered in these living walls of jet.Though use make you apt to kill me,Let not to that, self-murder added be,And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Cruel and sudden, hast thou sincePurpled thy nail in blood of innocence?Wherein could this flea guilty be,Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thouFind'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
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