tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59004498891963104402024-03-05T10:10:56.668-05:00Siderean TalesKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-31897801282348240422012-07-18T04:51:00.000-04:002012-07-18T04:51:02.109-04:00心鏡 7/18/2012
青山依水無憂草,
笑似樂國異鄉人。
煩鎖心竭思他處,
赫見我行必有路。
by Karen Yu
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-72826607141814343672012-07-18T04:46:00.000-04:002012-07-18T04:46:42.702-04:00Sth. for the befuddled mind"Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity." -- Christopher Morley
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-7224510033767876662012-07-18T04:44:00.001-04:002012-07-18T04:47:17.675-04:00京世遷 7/16/2012
昔日煙霄戶飄渺,
繁錦浮華夜空城。
嘀扣紅襟撩旋河,
帝政事顯稀詩簫。
by Karen Yu
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-50041715821834593712010-06-24T01:49:00.000-04:002010-06-24T01:49:45.229-04:00Mansion on the Hilltop - Prt. II
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Her car was careening through the red lights and several cars honked at her reckless behavior.
Iris knew there was only one place she can go to for help. She had gotten to know them when she first started to exhibit signs of the Marked's abilities, and they had helped train Iris and kept her off the demons' radar since she was five.
He had helped to stop the nightmares thatKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-31463559558230956692010-06-23T21:21:00.002-04:002010-06-23T21:24:16.832-04:00Mansion on the Hilltop - Prt. I
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It all started with the visit.
Thinking there can be no harm in attending the home meeting with the brothers and sisters from the church, Iris accepted the invitation gladly. The host family was a business client to her father's patient, who happened to express a great deal of interest in converting to Christianity.
When her father bumped into the patient by chance whileKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-81068255700309039922010-06-21T16:50:00.007-04:002010-06-21T20:37:16.993-04:00Hardwired
They could have seen it coming.
The apocalypse struck like a thief in the night.
The series of concussions and shock waves paralyzed the entire existence.
There were few signs of the birth pangs of chaos and the prophecy was buried by those with an agenda.
Dismissed like the few before her, they've brushed her warnings aside like a speck of weightless lint.
The Neosapiens had willingly Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-18216104930911473292010-06-20T22:02:00.004-04:002010-06-21T14:09:49.653-04:00Memories of the Battle at Red CliffJust a deviation from my usual self-made poems, this is actually a Chinese poem I admire, written by the famous poet Su Shi from the Song Dynasty.
This is an ode to the warring Three Kingdoms Period of heroes and beauties and the legendary Battle at the Red Cliff.
Enjoy this masterpiece's translated version & tell me what you think!~ :-D
This is the MV and ending theme Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-87378956616355150102010-06-20T14:59:00.001-04:002010-06-20T21:15:08.737-04:00Aggressive Panhandling
(Photo's from Annie's Treasure Trove)
Shake, shake, shake,
it won't stop!
Shake, shake, shake,
day and night, on and on!
Not one, but two, now four or five,
each hoarding a spot on the sidewalk.
Shake, shake, shake,
earplugs won't do the trick.
Shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake and shake!
Cursing and swearing and continuous ranting Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-73519344189675557212010-06-19T18:18:00.000-04:002010-06-19T18:18:51.307-04:00Shadow General
No need for a name, no need for a title.
I am my Sire's shield,
His harbinger of terror and delight.
Desiring no self, except to serve and obey Him.
Age defines me not,
imbued with cryonics elements defying Time.
Celibate, Spiritual, chosen out of but the fewest elites, finest of the purest ilks.
No will of my own but the innocence of my soul,
tainted and Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-10178737080131275732010-06-18T22:39:00.001-04:002010-06-20T21:14:07.226-04:00Trip to Kenting National Park
風蕭雲入海,
異枝葉捲天。
奇嶺山澤炎,
待何方日冰雪憐?
*Approximate translation:
Scrolls of unfurling clouds tumble and roll into the sea,
accompanied by notes of singing bamboo flute from torrents of howling wind slashing against the tidal waves.
Twigs and branches exchange places, with fluttering leaves plucked up, wheeling into the roaring sky.
Strangely burning boulders&Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-18016153114583571142010-06-18T21:58:00.000-04:002010-06-18T21:58:43.899-04:00Allurement of Simplicity
平凡中的美麗。
Ordinary beauty,
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-72979700237697379432010-06-17T00:59:00.000-04:002010-06-17T00:59:45.272-04:00Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem
means
Seize the Day,
What more's needed to be said?
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-46668958831293214692010-06-17T00:10:00.001-04:002010-06-17T00:31:40.146-04:00A Lone Wolf
Icy Stares.
Unwanted Presence.
Ignored Hurt.
Unbridgeable Crevasse.
A Cut so deep that makes you bleed,
Indelible Scar outlasting generations.
A Cigarette stub that burns a hole on your skin.
Equality's but a Summer Dream.
A dying witness, a silent victim, a doused warrior, ostracized by your own kind.
Unrequited compassion and sympathy; friendship rejected, Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-54051193136253469102010-06-16T22:32:00.003-04:002010-06-17T15:01:38.333-04:00In Search of Light"Tell me what you saw." The Stranger asks in a strained voice, the tiniest quiver betraying nis fear.
The young woman reaches over to initiate contact, but her hand is deflected by an unseen shield.
Ne promises nimself that ne would not budge.
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"Murkiness, that was the first thing I noticed." Her thought flows out to nim.
"At the time I did not know I was on the verge of discovery, of Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-17783836491482501672010-06-14T16:01:00.004-04:002010-06-17T23:46:21.364-04:004 Hemispheres in the Night
East, West, South, North.
东苍龙、西白虎、南朱雀、北玄武,
embracing the Middle Earth.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter,
东苍龙、北玄武、西白虎、南朱雀.
Undulating in a singsong voice, the yawning Black Tortoise of Winter exchanges position with the early rising Spring, the Azure Long* bringing in the fragrance of the budding flowers and gentle sway of grass.
Fiercely protective, eager to please, in Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-13015287465232266992010-06-14T14:27:00.002-04:002010-06-14T14:28:07.627-04:00Ripples in the Rain
Bounce, bounce, swoosh, the highlander leaps tall into the sky,
Twirl, twirl, flip, the acrobat jumps across the bridge,
Tippity, tippity toe goes the ballerina on the shore,
Until...
Slower and slower,
Lower and lower the procession goes.
Dripping down the tree branches, the flow couldn't be stinted.
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-836341738802617152010-06-13T19:49:00.363-04:002010-06-18T18:35:24.837-04:00Second Chance - Part II love my job, the Stranger projected nis sarcastic thought to no one in particular in nis vicinity.
Today ne would have to claim a life unless by Providence's sake the girl refuses nis deal. Either way, it would not bother nim much. But for the girl, life would be hell either way.
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Another bouts of cruel laughter rose at the back of the building. The students assigned to sweep the Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-75727924765749663682010-06-13T00:55:00.228-04:002010-06-13T18:42:10.803-04:00Train WreckJust an ordinary morning. Heaving a loud sigh, Ne scrunched up the juice pouch and threw it into the receptacle. Pulling nis jacket tighter, ne sniffed a bit affectedly at the chilly autumn air.
Ne was about to yawn when someone bumped nim to the side, making nim step on a girl's polished shoes. She yelped then gave nim a displeased pout.
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-32118814546211096792010-06-06T19:26:00.008-04:002010-06-18T00:08:08.526-04:00Homeward BoundExchanges of gunshots blazed across the bridge. The women in dark headbands ducked and rolled to fire another series of charged beams at the soldiers on the mountain banks.
The ravine river raged on below, oblivious to the gunfire above. The suspension bridge dipped and shook from the blasts of detonation thrown by unknown enemies returning fire to the dodging guerrilla-fighters.
A boy was seenKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-81199263905228436252010-06-01T20:44:00.002-04:002010-06-12T18:08:56.979-04:00Office Cry
(A record of my mood in a rainy Taipei afternoon while I was peering out the office window, standing near my cubicle, and inspired by the thunderstorm in Boston of the present day.)
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Tick Toc, Tick Toc, the grandfather's clock slowly winds down.
The pendulum swings no more.
Vision is blurring.
My life is like an arrow, tightly strung and shot.
Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-54969139156275039582010-06-01T15:35:00.003-04:002010-06-12T17:56:16.478-04:00Lady KnightOn the saffron plains of Dreamscape, a knight in shining armor is galloping fast through a winding path across the quiet hills. The rider seems to be on a mission and in her right hand, glinting in the pale sunlight, is a golden scroll, carrying the message from the battle field whence she comes from.
In front of her is a vast white birch woods, a shortcut to her destination. It is splattered Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-11926605648006106782010-05-31T15:58:00.003-04:002010-06-12T23:01:16.343-04:00HopeTaking sail,
Across the unwavering sea. Calm yet violent.
You are telling me, dreaming of a land full of light and laughters...the strange emptying of the heart,
Telling the story of the ones who are not yet, but to be. The Heroes of the olden times will reawaken once more.
Re- Construction of the Heart is
&Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-90899725491342913542010-05-30T15:11:00.000-04:002010-05-30T15:11:43.467-04:00Lost SoulsRun!
Hurry!
Wake up!
In the dead of the night, white mist forming up the hills, in the forests, on the streets of every small towns or big cities. Watching. Hovering.
Can you see them? Hear them?
Hands reaching out, but passed without a backward glance. Pretended tranquilities, leading nowhere.
"I am standing right here, in front of you all! Why can't you hear my pleads, my cries, my Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-12401350486901307512009-09-28T15:57:00.002-04:002010-06-04T16:31:18.031-04:00Digitally Shared Music Not Legal?Lord Mandelson’s strict policing approach and the FAC’s sudden stance reversal and Lily Allen’s stupidity on taking on a subject she can’t stomach or have the wits to comment on will only spark an outcry from users and non-users alike of online music sharing platforms.
Change is change, either you embrace it and innovate yourself or just shut up! This is a tsunami you can’t stop.
Lily’s Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900449889196310440.post-89340491205923060492009-09-21T13:37:00.003-04:002010-06-04T16:31:18.038-04:00The Comfort of Virtual InvasionIs working from home better than in the office? I doubt that.
My #1 concern would be the lack of human contact, productivity issue and the perks of professional resources more readily available in an office than from home.
Think about it, would your boss wanna speak with you always via a webcam or prefer to see you in person? How would you know you aren’t slacking off or Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07134739441588228023noreply@blogger.com0