Remember?

but of course! How could I forget some of the happiest times in my life? These people/events made me who I am, and I am so grateful for it.

Just for the record, today I am happy

Not satisfied with all aspects of my life (I could probably be working harder), but for the first time in a while now I am feeling really, really happy.

Happy like the time when I was living in Edinburgh, or when I was in Oxford. In part I think it helps to be settled somewhere, but an even bigger part of it is the people. Yes, even if they are only here for two weeks at a time.

Brent & Steve and I went to Toasteria near ZXDH, and then Brent and I took my cousin Owen to the Mod Bar for a drink (his first drink at a bar, ever!).

I have become obsessed with reading someone's blog from 2006.

I managed to retrieve my old blog from Windows Live Spaces even though I missed the migration deadline. That made me really happy - it's nice to save so much from another life.

But it's even better to like the life I have now.

Tomorrow I go back to the UK to see lots and lots of people I love. Who could ask for anything more?

p.s. re-reading my old blog from uni: I once woke up at six am and drove down from Scoraig just to make it back to DHT in time for Dr. Claire Colebrook's lecture on realism. Apparently it was rather worth the trek.

Xiaohu

:)

[Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes]

FAIL

Had resolved to read less English books... but that was a complete fail. Started on Stevenson's The Black Arrow last night. Having been away so long from that type of literature, found the intentionally and almost comically 'dated' language hard to get used to - in a good way.

Am mildly embarrassed to admit that the longer I don't read 'dialect,' the harder it is to read fluently.

Summer time at home

me (hot day, bare-feet);

and the dog ('don't talk to me. it's too hot.')

碰！

有時候同事下車時很用力的甩車門，車子痛的想掉眼淚，卻強迫自己忍耐。還好啦，沒事。心裡慶幸老闆開車的時候都是很溫和的，不然真的不知道還能撐多久。年紀大了就是這樣，慢慢開走時車子希望沒有人發現它老了。（其實同事們連關車門太用力都沒注意到。）

The Hospital

corridor in 金門 (Kinmen), where I went to visit my grandmother. She's on the mend from septic arthritis. We sat together in her room, watching a small television. Korean soap operas where all anyone seems to do is cry, and Hollywood hip hop movies with a lot of bumping and grinding dance moves. She looked at me at one point in the film and asked 'Do you dance?' 'Not like that,' I said.

So much of what is on the island is old and frayed and perhaps for that reason alone (maybe?) beautiful to me.

These hospital chairs look like flattened jelly-beans.

Geek+

You are the better half of my rationality and the sounding board that helps me makes sense of a snake's nest of thoughts. In speaking to you I find myself and though the weight of what troubles me is not simply lifted, it becomes clear what matters and what I ought to hold on to. I'm very fortunate that you are always around.

A little quiet

The other day my friend asked after me because of some slightly worrying status updates. I do tend to leave cryptic traces here and there. I use these things to talk to myself; other people simply overhear snatches of that on going conversation. (Can't express how utterly bowled over I am with gratefulness that I matter to people who matter to me. Thank you, Lord, for populating my life with these good folk. It wouldn't be worthwhile, being here without them.)

The blog is more and more another private dialogue of sorts. Often I write, addressing someone in particular, or many people at once.

The last wee while has been drama, for me and you both. I'm looking for a little bit of peace and quiet, space to sort my head out. Not from the desire to isolate myself, but from pure exhaustion and the need to relinquish agency. If drama has to come, it'll have to find me.

As I lie in my bed tonight I will be thinking of you. Hoping you are well. Hoping that you will mend. I'm looking forward to that.

今天/Today

我想起了你的喪禮那天，台北的天空好藍，是個萬里晴空的好日子。全身穿著黑色的衣服，不停的鞠躬、起身、磕頭、認識的人和不認識的人面對著我，握著我的手。哭不停，但也無法理解這一切。你的臉像面具，跟我心中的你不同。想到了心中的你，不停的流淚。

要離開的時候我跑到禮堂外面，很驚訝天氣竟然會這麼的好。

今天無來由的因為藍空想起你，不禁想哭。

I was thinking about the day of your funeral. The sky was impossibly blue. Not a cloud in the sky. I was in black from head to toe. I kept bowing, getting down on my knees, getting up, and getting down on my knees again. So many people came, strangers and friends, wringing my hands. I couldn't stop crying, but I also couldn't comprehend the circus around me. Your face looked like a mask, not at all like the you I know. But then thinking about the you that I know made me cry all the same.

When we were about to leave I ran outside the hall, and was surprised at the weather.

Today I thought of you for no reason other than the blue sky, and wanted to cry.

Last night

just before I fell asleep I was thinking about you and hoping that you'd feel better soon. Hope today you find that you are more yourself again, and more tomorrow and the day after too.

蜥蜴的尾巴

因為不時會脫落，所以蜥蜴漸漸把尾巴當成自己身外的東西。對尾巴來說這當然是很不公平的，明明是身體的一部份，但是卻被以「很快就要不是了」的態度對待。它開始懷疑自己存在的價值。最後蜥蜴和尾巴雙方都覺得，算了，反正也沒差。

Language Barrier

Customer, to her daughter: “Pregúntale a la muchacha si hay más de esta.” (“Ask the girl if there is more of this.”)

Me: “¿De cual tela, señora?” (“Which fabric, ma’am?”)

Customer: “How dare you?”

Me: “I-I’m sorry?”

Customer: “You’re all the same. How dare you assume I don’t speak English!”

Me: “Ma’am, you asked your daughter to ask me a question in Spanish instead of asking me yourself. I assumed you were more comfortable with Spanish.”

Customer: “Well, I speak English just fine.”

Me: “I see that, yes. I was just trying to make things easier–”

Customer: “I just didn’t want to speak to YOU.”

http://notalwaysright.com/abusing-the-language-barrier/12417

I had a similar experience recently. Met someone at a bar. Registered that he doesn't look Taiwanese though didn't really think very much of it. He speaks to me in Chinese (accented), I respond in English. He says to me in Chinese 'I can speak Chinese you know,' as though it was rude of me to reply in English. I had to point out to him that I'm simply more comfortable socializing in a bar with strangers if I speak English, because my English is better than my Chinese.

Goes both ways, my friends. Just because I look Taiwanese doesn't mean that I a. speak Chinese more fluently, or b. am obligated to speak Chinese to you because you are speaking Chinese

That said, it's probably just as bad to be caucasian in Taiwan because everyone will assume you speak English. Would be rather inconvenient if your only languages of choice were Russian and Chinese...

Don't you

feel the need to confide sometimes?

我小時候

住在金門。親戚有一個開中藥店。店裡面的牆壁都是木頭做的小抽屜，也有大的木箱子。燈光暗暗的，空氣瀰漫著中藥的香味，木材的顏色很深。在店裡我坐在大木箱上，腳不著地，盪啊盪的。有人給我吃貢糖。花生味好濃，咬幾下就把牙齒都黏住，快張不開嘴了。

後來好像都不愛吃貢糖。

貢糖的外面是糯米的紙。在加拿大上小學的時候，同學看到我吃糯米紙包的糖都很驚訝，以為我在吃塑膠。我故意把糯米紙撕下來，放在舌頭上讓它融化。