今天驚聞GFW不僅把blogspot給堵了，連feed都收不到！（可憐的豬.... ） 不過八月才被bluehost敲了一筆錢，比起去年還漲價了，所以左右也是決定要多用用aiamu.net的資源，blogging （雖然頻率低于夏日冰雹）也暫時轉到屎殼郎和Melonseeds (英文) 好了，有時間再貼一份備份到這里。
Sunday, July 26, 2009
番茄发芽 （但多半不是你想象的那样）
昨天发生的事儿了，现在还是觉得挺诡异。因为上周买的番茄还剩3个，怕天热烂得快，就想着炒一大盘番茄鸡蛋吃掉了事。捏了捏它仨，虽然皮红红的，都还半硬实着呢，（据我妈说空运的番茄就必须是这个种，所以新加坡永远是无福吃到国内那种又大又甜软多汁的番茄的。。唉。） 那就炒两个留一个吧。下刀切块块～～
这一切，哎唷我的娘啊，手僵在半空还往后退了一小步。因为最初印象是这样滴...
见过的人就不要笑我胆小了，本人的第一反应就是“妈呀都是虫啊！还是螺旋形的！” 顺着想下去啊那个mental picture着实恶心得紧。。。（顺便说一句这照片是网上的，我又饿又怕的就没顾着去拿相机了。如果剩下的那位番茄同志也是一样的德行，一定照个原创的存档。）
隔空观察了半天发现弯弯的虫并没有蠕动，虽然越看越像芽苗，但是死也不能相信外皮完好汁液尚饱满的番茄会自己发芽啊！于是准备放弃这一只，向下一只下刀。。。一样的！！！
By now 已经可以确定是发芽了,闻闻也没有异味,虽然也很可疑的没有平常强烈的酸味。左看右看不知是扔还是吃，上网搜都没人提到番茄发芽的事儿，更不谈不能吃。那就本着科学怪人的精神，吃吧！！
最后煮到酱般烂熟和着稀饭吃下去。。。结论是，毒不死人，但是也不好吃。。。几乎完全丧失了新鲜的酸味，只有煮不去的类似生豆芽的腥味。下次还是直接放土里种比较明智。
别人的发芽番茄.. 更多
Monday, July 6, 2009
Missing MJ..
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grief,
michael jackson,
music,
people,
RIP
Night of 27th June, Saigon in light summer rain. Sitting on muddy sidewalk sipping beer; everywhere bustled calmly. Now some people were talking about someone being dead. "Who died?" I absentmindedly asked.
Never, never did I or would I anticipate the answer. Choking on the beer I cried HOW DID YOU KNOW?! and Hai showed me the local newspaper: one day too late, not understanding a word it printed except his name in bold, and a photo of some black people crying in each other's arms. No!! No way. No No No No NO. He's supposed to put up 50 shows in London soon! Did he die on stage? Was it an accident? They weren't sure. Everyone was just visibly saddened, and conversation turned into whispered words, then died off. "In Vietnam lots of people like him very much..." "In China, too." Though I could only speak for myself. I don't doubt that. I tried to tell him how I liked him, and overwhelmingly all these memories came as if flash floods. I spoke of how he was the first musician I liked for myself, and how I saved up lunch money and bought my first ever cassette tape, Dangerous, which accompanied me for a greater part of junior high, through restless night studies and long, lone bus trips home, and all other times when I could plug my ears and listen to music freely. It wasn't for want of choice (though choices were few compared to today) but for fascination and love of everything about it, the beautiful, surreal album art, deep, sensitive (or wild and sensual) lyrics that I only half understood, his amazing, expressive vocal and emotional range, the raw angers and anguish and pain and angelic innocence...Later I saved up more to buy Jackson Five cassettes (don't remember seeing Thriller or Bad around, which is odd), MV VCDs, and whatever I could get... it was 1997, MJ was arguably past his heydays in the West but still largely unknown in China; he was my treasure trove, a secret love that unlike with other musicians I liked, wasn't shared with any. (Later there was Tony, who loved to do silly and crazy funny parodies of MJ and air-guitar at the same time. But we didn't talk about him much.)
And then my words trailed off...for after junior high, for one reason or another, the beloved cassettes were kept aside (over-used in any case) and I didn't listen for years till university, and then not as much. By then he had, to me, sunken into semi-retirement silence and media took no mercy in sullying his name, and it was just like he said, if you hear a lie too many times, you start to believe it, even it was completely groundless. I feel painfully stupid and ashamed that for all the years I liked him, I even just so slightly bought into the insidious rumors and news the media piled on him. Why did I wait until this moment to even think of confirming that he did not bleach his skin but was in fact suffering from potentially fatal conditions (vitiligo and lupus)? That he was proud of his heritage and was in no way trying to be White? That he was incredibly shy and gentle and kind-hearted? It only takes watching a few interviews to feel that radiation of true grace and deep seated pain, yet I've never done so, till it's all too late. F'k I hate myself.
I guess this grief will stay for a long time yet. It is such a slow acting thing...like a sleeping volcano. One moment mindlessly going about daily life, the next it erupts and engulfs one whole and thorough in the all-consuming lava. Gawd, I really, really miss MJ.. May you rest in peace, beautiful.
Gone Too Soon
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Youはshock！
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动画
唉呀呀突然想看老动画片想得抓狂，大哭。眼巴巴坐着看了一晚片头片尾曲...grrrrrrrrrrrr
贴几个留着看..
Youはshock 爱で空が落ちてくる
Youはshock 俺の胸に落ちてくる
热い心 クサリでつないでも 今は无駄だよ
邪魔する奴は指先ひとつでダウンさ
Youはshock 爱で鼓动早くなる
Youはshock 俺の鼓动早くなる
お前求め さまよう心 今 热く燃えてる
全てとかし无惨に飞び散るはずさ
俺との爱を守る为 お前は旅立ち 明日を见失った
微笑み忘れた颜など见たくはないさ 爱を取り戻せ
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