the worms is coming out

days later, i was back at home, still thinking about the trip in the country and trying to figure out where i had been to. i lost diary on the way back. i think i left it on one of the tables in the airport cafe. i had lots of things to carry and i must have forgotten to take the notebook with me. i didn't notice when i arrived at home. it was a pity, for i kept entrance tickets and any i randomly picked from the street in the diary. i was so angry with myself for losing such an important log to the journey. i searched in my backpack and only found the pebble from Prague. it's the only thing that reminds of the city and that morning. i did remember exactly where i picked the pebble, but my description of the day were kept in the diary and the diary is gone.
i am completely forgetful of things when i returned home. it was just like a match that has been extinguished. all of a sudden, the light went off and my memory seems to flee from me. it is also terrible that the dream i had during that afternoon's sleep came back to me so often. so often is the dream that it occupies all my mind. the worm's outline is especially in my mind. no sometimes it seems to appear in my eyes. from my fleecing memory, i can still remember that just recently, hmm... five minutes ago, when i wash my face. i used my hands to splash my face. just as i open my eyes, i seem to see a worm's tail disappearing from my eyelid. no, i think it's inside my eyelid. shockingly, i turn around my eye balls, trying to feel any discomfort in my eyes, but there seems to be nothing. i feel no pain in them.
perhaps that worm is coming out from the cage from my head. it is a terrible thought to think of the possibility that there is a worm roaming in my brain. and that vicious worm is fed on my memories. i am throwing up, hoping to drive the worm out of it.

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the worms in my head

what a lovely morning that i love. the sun is not as hot as in the summer, and not so cold as in the winter. it is what i called a vacation sunshine. bathing in the sunshine brings me back to Prague, where i spent two weeks traveling around some cities. i was in the Old Town Square, breathing the Prague air and a little coldness into my lungs. the dove were just flying by and the street cleaners were beginning to clean up the street. the pebble paved roads are easy to be walked on. and they always gave me a sense walking into the ancient times. i picked up a pebble and shoved it into my pocket. i specially chose the pebble it was located right before the Franz Kafka Museum on the corner of the square. i sensed the weight of the pebble in my pcoket and i felt this morning has become even more precious because of the pebble. the connection among me, the pebble, Prague, and Kafka has made me remember the morning.
i walked off back to the apartment i rented for the two weeks' visit. it was a small but really functional unit. i brushed my teeth and drew the curtain, putting the pebble over my head closet. i got too early, and it was time for a makeup sleep.
i slept tightly, curled up in the bed. the wind blew open the door, i got up to close it. as i turned,strangely, i noticed that the pebble had gone. i went searching for it and looked all over, but only in vain. i wanted to give and go back to sleep. after all the pebble wouldn't flee away, it doesn't have feet. i lied down, yawning and stretched my legs. as i prepared to close my eyes, i noticed that the pebble was atop the closet how strange? i didn't notice. but even more stranger was that it began to move. just like a transformer robot, the pebble stretched out its legs and tail! i narrowed my eyes and wonder what the pebble would become. was it a worm? but suddenly it jumped in the air and hit my head.
i woke up in sweat. it was a dream, but a realistic one. i turned around the see the pebble in full suspension. but there it was, it was right there. i grabbed the pebble and threw it into my backpack. i shouted at it and then later, went to sleep.

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the latest Mac OX is coming out ...

i believe everyone, definitely those Mac manias, has noticed the homepage of apple.com. it says "add a new Mac to your Mac", and there is a countdown counter below. the big day is next friday. hmm, let's get a Mac.

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marie antoinette

i went to see the movie Marie Antoinette played by Kisten Dunst. this movie portrays the life of the the French queen of Louis the 16th.
what i think about the movie? i think this movie is really entertaining. ha ha ... to say the movie is only entertaining means it's not that worthy of movie ticket fees. in Taiwan, this movie can be listed in the rosters of second-round movies, when seeing two movies with the price of a latte. however, to do the movie justice, i would say that sofia coppola has achieved something great. the scenes are great, all shot in Versaille and Paris. the costumes are also spectacular. the gowns, the hairdos, i think this movie has paid a perfect attention to every detail except the mischief pair of Converse sneakers! yes, it is right there, when Marie is sick of the boredom in the Versailles and decides to spend fortune on luxuries. the pair of bluish Converse sit comfortably, as if it's forgotten, before a feet stool. it appears for two seconds or so, but i think that's hilarious enough. i laughed in the theater, and everybody looked at me for this impolite laugh. well, i think they didn't see it.
movie manias go to this movie cannot but notice the modern rock soundtrack of the movie. i think coppola has intentionally dubbed the movie with rock music. since for a such young girl like marie, she would only care for rock music. however, it is obvious to notice marie's distaste to courtesy and manners. she alway displays her true emotions, her playfulness, and her innocence. her gay temperament has affected people around her. her life at the Petite Trianon has showed her desire for peace and simple life, and maybe a little love affair.
the encounter with a Swedish military officer, Count Ferson, represents the end to marie's happy life. her childlike innocence has gone with this handsome man to america. thus, sad days come as the finance of france has weakened because of war. marie was often criticized by the people for her extravagant life, one rumor has it that when marie hears that people have not bread to eat, marie replies "let them eat cakes!" this demonstrates the image of marie in the hearts of people of france.
as we might have known, the story ends up with Marie being beheaded. but the movie does not show the scene. i was quite surprised to see that, as i thought the movie talks about the life of marie antoinette and how is it possible to skip the final days of her life? maybe coppola has run out of budget. i did remember the scene when marie left the Versaille. she once asked her husband to watch the sunrise with her. but he didn't. for now, they would never have the second chance to watch the sunrise. when they left the Versaille, the story also ends. i was surprised by marie's insistence in staying with Louis the 16th. from the luxirious life showed in the movie, i thought that she would run away fast with her friends. however, it is not so. her courage and courtesy has impressed me. as i look into the documents of marie antoinetter, she seemed to be a very good example of royal elegance.
the movie is good, but from the beinning to the end, i can't get what the director is trying to say. i now know the story of marie antoinette, but what's the point of making a movie that has a neutral stance? if not for the costumes and music, the movie is not special, but if not for the theme of marie antoinette, the film is just a rock MV. maybe i will try seeing coppola's another film lost in translation.

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i am sad

i feel sad,
cause i couldn't save a little blind kitten.
he has be abandoned in the wild.
to be eaten, to be poked at.

i feel sad,
for my weakness in heart.
for i should have left him when i heard him meowing.
he should have to be deserted by his damned owner.

i feel sad,
cause no one want to take him.
it become clear to me that
being cruel is sometimes the best plan.
turning away your eyes is always easier to accept the responsibility.

i feel sad,
for i have the feeling that
saving a stray cat with mercy
is one stupid thing.

i feel sad,
cause i can't keep this blind cat.
i have no choice but to abandon him again.
leave in the cold, unseen world.

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it's autumn, no?

last night it was raining.
this morning it is windy.
i set my foot to the market,
want to buy some veggie
people wear jacket
and i ask myself why i am so quirky?
cause i don't think it's chilly.
and I'm even sweaty.

i sat at a breakfast diner,
ordered some hot buns from a steamer.
i rolled a cigarette and took out my lighter.
the lighter gave out a fainted fire
my breathed in the unbearable smoke, quicker
than i used to before.
this made me wonder.
i sense the wind is harsher
and the sky is dimmer
i ask the one in my inner
is it autumn yet?

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i don't know what to do

hey, you, what are you doing?
actually, i have no idea what i was doing in this afternoon.
i have no case to report, no translation to do, well, it's a very easy afternoon. and believe me, i don't feel guilty of doing nothing. what happen to me? i want to be actively in work, but since this is not what i had thought. everyone says if you had nothing to do, just msn or hang around. but i know they might rat on you. so maybe it's better to keep on pretending. seems nobody cares. that's pathetic.
it's raining, how sad. what a gloomy friday to live.

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the loneliness among people

what is the beauty of being alone?
for my current situation, i think the beautiful point about being alone is do anything i want, without any obligation and duties. going to lunch alone, hanging in the night market alone, traveling alone and always taking photos without myself. that's the beauty of loneliness. i have cats but i can't talk to them. how is that possible to think that cats (or pets) can be one's companions after thinking that these cats might just eat your corpse if you had a sudden death. you flesh is their companion, the best canned food they can find.
do i resent being alone? no, it's been a while that i enjoy the total solitude, to myself only, and accept it. drinking coffee alone in the cafe and enjoy the happiness of being neglected, enjoy the crowd, and imagine the scent of a pretty woman that has arousing legs. that's the essence of being alone. living alone is not that you hate others or vice versa, it's an attitude inside you.

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what does it take to be a good translator?

i love doing translation work, and i have studied in this field for almost a decade. and sometimes i still don't think my learning is sufficient for me to be a worthy translator. while i am doing my translation job in the company, i keep thinking are there other possibilities that i can refine my translation skills? the answer might be fuzzy, since the only way i can think of is practice. and practice makes perfect, isn't it? no so, after i reflect all these years in the field.
what does it take to be a good translator? personality does matter.and the most important thing is not to consider myself as a translator, rather i should pretend as a students in the university of society. yes, learning is the key to be a better translator, but keep learning is what it takes to be good at playing with words.

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颱風過後

颱風肆虐，留下一地屍體
許多樹木不堪強風攻擊，連根的失去土地的保護
倒在路旁奄奄一息，等待人類的救援
可是倒地的樹木就像發生車禍的人類，沒有人當作一回事，沒有人緊急處理
因為肇事者已經逃逸
上班尖峰的時刻，汽機車照樣呼嘯而過，行人繞道而行
而清潔隊員則在鄰近的仁愛路上修剪行道樹
切割樟樹已吹斷落地的屍體
風不吹，樹木沈靜不語
這個星期一的早晨很悲傷
我為樹木哀悼！！

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再聽聽樹在說啥？

看完夏曼‧藍波安的《航海家的臉》，我似乎開始對草啊、樹的有更多的關注。
強颱即將來臨，剛剛走在辦公大樓第十四層往下聽著樟樹在起鬨。
因為中午去買午餐時，看到副總統官邸周圍的警察說：有線報說這裡有爆裂物。
一邊買著午餐一邊看著警察神色焦急的搜查停在周圍的汽車，將臉貼在車窗上，好似小偷。
買回午餐，買樓下看發現有更多警察和保安人員在四周圍走動，真是放假前的好戲。
讓我看的不亦樂乎！

樟樹被風吹拂，或許在嘲笑這些人，根本只是虛驚一場。
他們在笑著，叫著看著這些警察，希望颱風大一點把官邸吹倒，那就更有好戲看囉！

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風在說話

颱風又要來

早上在上班的路上，聽見仁愛路上的樟樹跟我說話
叫我打起精神來，不要被生活的的無奈壓倒
雖然生命是毫無意義的，可是只要還活著就要好好讓自己過著有異議的日子
樟樹這樣跟我講
無情的大風把他的頭髮吹亂了
也吹的他彎下腰來
希望颱風過後還可以看過他
聽他說的話

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