自耕．酪梨

22日傍晚，在家附近的騎樓撿到一隻估計出生不到2週的小小燕子，因被嗷嗷待哺的同輩們推擠而從高處跌下來後在地上匍匐，相當虛弱，羽毛稀落，雙眼都還未睜開。於是我騎著車四處求救，這才發現台北市內絕大多數所謂的「動物醫院」充其量只稱得上是犬貓醫院，醫師們各個無奈地拒絕了我的求助。唯一知道的一家凡賽爾寵物鳥醫院又遠在民族西路，週日根本也未營業。一小時後總算在八德路四段找到了一家不甚起眼的寵物鳥店，遇上好心的老闆娘送了一小把麵包蟲，先帶回家捱過一晚，怎奈小燕竟一點兒胃口也沒有，美食當前卻難以下嚥，仍舊閉了眼喘息著窩在我替牠臨時準備的紙盒小窩裡，著實令我擔憂。

翌日清晨，令我大喜的是，小燕竟有了胃口，張大嘴巴任由我將吸管裝了些糖水一次次地注入它的喉嚨裡，看樣子是已經習慣了環境。趕緊一早9點就到復興南路的台北鳥會等開門，將小燕送進去給他們照料，勇敢的小姐用手捏著幾隻麵包蟲送進小燕的大嘴裡，小燕也不負眾望地大口大口吞嚥蟲子，飽食後終於滿意地再度入睡。

留了資料給鳥會，包含拾獲的地點。小燕若能健康長成，應該會再度被送回牠原本的家，陪著那些曾經為了搶食而狠心推牠下來的兄弟姐妹們一同生活吧？

This is by far the most brilliantly-designed Blog I've ever seen.

It's titled "Terminal Island." And it's definitely a must-see! You'll need to type in the commands as requested.

Pity that the blogger had stopped updating like five years ago. (Somehow I fully understand... kinda like me I suppose)

決定這次旅行其實也挺倉促，七月旺季即將到來，目的地卻遲遲不能從數個候選旅遊地點中脫穎而出。

考量的條件倒也不複雜：

1. 週間時間最多只能用去兩天 = 總天數為四天
2. 方便進行自助旅行的地點 = 語言可通中文或英文或日文 + 旅人友善區
3. 自然景觀價值和人文氣息須重於商業氣息

大白菜 ~~ Cabbage
花椰菜 ~~ Broccoli
甘藍菜 ~~ Kale
空心菜 ~~ Water convolvulus
菠菜 ~~~~ Spinach

packed -
with a bit more than just flesh-and-bone,
heading towards the unknown realm of this hazy world;
uncertain of what is lying ahead,
but somehow all set -

Meiling - just as many others of my colleagues, Dad, and probably more among my acquaintances have all gone down south for the major event, whilst I, alone, having my usual bowl of oatmeal for brunch, dressing sloppy and feeling sluggish.
So much for a tomb sweeping day...
The last time as I recalled to have gone to an occasion alike traced at least 15 years back. Jiayi (where my folks rooted) used to be my cognitive tiny world's only perceivable end/paradise. The north-to-south journey took up a hell of 3.5 hours drive to finish (small trunk vs. big world). After the hard trudge (though the whole time I did not even leave the back seat to P) I sobered up at the sight of a familiar interchange (yes this is IT!) singing 「I'm In Heaven.」 (Yes of course I did not know the song at such an early stage of my life, but trust me on this that I WOULD have sung it if I had known it.) And the vacation began thereafter.
Out the windowpane through my binocular (yes I enjoy peeping) seen a mountain of people (again, this is an expression; I mean there are people, dotting here and there) over the slope covered with oriental-styled tombs. Year after another the 5th of April remains the day always possessing an invisible power to beckon descendants of the buried ones to come back, wherever they reside. Smoke curls upwards into the air, some veiling the gravestones, scenting the hillside with an ambiance of something far-gone and would never return. This burial ground will soon be replaced by a product of modern civilisation of the Taipei metropolis, probably a compound of a sports ground and a park. I doubt if I would miss the old cemetery.
*The occident way of tombstone making would have the upper-class letters "R.I.P." carved across. Although commonly known as the abbreviation for "Rest In Peace," they are from Latin, "Requiescat/Requiescant In Pace," to be accurate.

I will sleep three hours early today.
The 2005 major flick is finally showing itself on TV screen these couple of weeks. I'm not talking about the inexplicable Matrix sequels, in which the primary attraction, Agent Smith"S"(What, you were thinking Reeves the almighty? Never.) bewitching the female audiences to their utmost... or was it just me? Anyhow, by the adorable pair I meant to comment on the John and Jane Smiths, featured my all-time favorite Jolie and that medial guy - once chosen the world's most attractive man - Pitt.
The original casting inclined to having Kidman as wife. Thanks to The Stepford Wives, a supposedly low-budget film that failed to come to a wrap in time, the part fell rightly on my gorgeous goddess. And again, thanks to this belated wrap, now Pitt gets to raise those cute African kids with Jolie, which reminds me: did they have pictures of the newborn baby Jolie yet? I especially wonder about her lips...
Pity, the cloudburst outside my window can't flood the paling sky. I'd better close.
One last word pour moi: YOU NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING SERIOUS SWEETY; LEAVE THIS TO SPOKEN LANGUAGE.

I should invite friends over more often, so as to help clear out this terrible yet intimate little private chaotic space of mine.

Here goes a message (which I dictated just about ten mins ago) I found on youtube among the most discussed category:
(voice from Michael J. Fox) "As you might know, I care deeply about stem cell research. In Missouri you can let(??) Claire McCaskill, who shares my hope for cures. Unfortunately Senator Jim Talent (U.S. Senator for Missouri) opposes to stem cell research. Senator Talent (he) wants to criminalize the science to give us a chance for hope. They say all politics is logo, but it's not always the case. What you do in Missouri matters to millions of Americans - Americans like me." I'm Claire McCaskill and I approved this message.
Below this clip are users comments and apparently I share the same feeling with some of them - many of whom watched the Back to the Future series, and literally grew up with M. J. Fox. I've deemed Fox as my idol since an early age of 10 or 11. It gave me goose bumps(well, in a good way) every time I saw his delicate face on TV. He still looks sexy even with his tremoring shoulders, while failing to control his muscles. But for him and the Parkinson's disease I feel deeply sorry, nonetheless.
In fact, I happened to finish watching The Island, a Michael Bay production, starring Ewan McGregor (great performance) and Scarlett Johansson(not even close to be mediocre) just this afternoon, which was also about the controversial subject of debate on cloning of human embryos. Some authorities concerned today oppose to the development of this science mostly for ethical causes. But if one of the users named dr1819 is right, that alternative methods have been taken on, I say a promising future to cure the Parkinson's is inevitably close-at-hand. Ethically or otherwise.
May your God be with you, Michael J. Fox. Wish you all the luck and best. Love you.

This a-bit-belated review of my producitve Hokkaido trip is previously detained by the limited upload quota of msn space. I wasn't prepared to have my photos published before done with subtiling description.
I was back in Taipei three weeks ago, 21 days to be exact. I planned the entire itinerary all on my own (and still feel like bragging about it even the trip's already over) and it took mea solid 30, 40 days or so to make sure everything was about on track before leaving. The trip itself is ever so gratifying and we truly enjoyed and favored the Japanese way of dealing with things, such as setting a train schedule as narrow as an arrival and departure time of 07:53 (and those trains indeed perfected my impression by meeting with this accuracy) or dressing up their bungalows with adorable toy figures and lovely flowers and plants of all varieties without being regulated to do so. Well, Taiwan is way behind, in most aspects as a matter of fact. I'm quite ashamed to admit that.
I need time to sort out my disorganized digital albums from this six-day trip so that I could share some of my favorites with you people. We took about 700 pictures this time and the number should have at least doubled, but the transmission line of one of our cameras was left behind by accident, which left us with finite storage for pictures. Pity.
More on my subtitles after the first of August. Not only because it's an exceptional day of importance, but the space has locked my free entry until a new month begins.