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ONS Training
Richard 发表于 2008-05-11 13:55:04
ONS called for a training session on Saturday at the Mengxi Hotel near BLCU. The Manager said three foreign volunteers will work in collaboration with me during the games season to do flash quotes reporting. Five volunteers from BFSU will assist me with the job. All of them being female, I have to behave myself a little, like a real gentlemen:)
Infostrada offered the training. The three trainers, one lady and two monsters, took turns to dictate to us boring rules and methodologies. And the majority of audience were dozing off. Some people around me dozed away the whole afternoon! The trainers obviously became upset with such a magnificent scene of dozing that they abandoned themselves to tongue slipping. Any slip of tongue, any betrayal of diffidence, can not escape my ear. They earn real easy money in China!
I maintained sober and conscious the whole day, which was a huge challenge and breakthrough for me. Anyway, I enjoyed the weather outside. The sunshine was pure and warm. Trees were rustling in wind, wind from south. I walked idly to the Wudaokou Station. On passing the BLCU, there was something of a fashion show: shirts, skirts, pants, and jeans of different colors and styles. God, disaster for a bachelor!
From Wudaokou I took line 13 to Lishuiqiao, a transfer station for line 5. From the train I could see faraway mountains and gold-lining clouds adrift. And my mood was suddenly tuned to America's Great West, the overture of Gone with the Wind, the old south. Where is the train of life leading me? A melancholy sentiment seized me tight as many times bebore I had been on travels. The sense and context was quite like those in a poem by Ma Zhiyuan, though the season was not:
Withered vine, olden tree, evening crows;
Small bridge, tiny brook, hamlet homes;
Ancient roads, wind from west, bony horse;
The sun is setting;
The heart-broken man, far from home, roam and roam...
No Chinese song or music, unfortunately, could describe my mood exactly at that moment. But an echo did sound from deep in my soul and some old-day words did spring out like from nowhere and I was carried away with the clouds on high: Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home...
500 Miles
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles
from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord I'm five hundred miles
from my home
Not a shirt on my back
not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go home
this away
This away, this away
this away, this away
Lord I can't go home this away
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred mile
Infostrada offered the training. The three trainers, one lady and two monsters, took turns to dictate to us boring rules and methodologies. And the majority of audience were dozing off. Some people around me dozed away the whole afternoon! The trainers obviously became upset with such a magnificent scene of dozing that they abandoned themselves to tongue slipping. Any slip of tongue, any betrayal of diffidence, can not escape my ear. They earn real easy money in China!
I maintained sober and conscious the whole day, which was a huge challenge and breakthrough for me. Anyway, I enjoyed the weather outside. The sunshine was pure and warm. Trees were rustling in wind, wind from south. I walked idly to the Wudaokou Station. On passing the BLCU, there was something of a fashion show: shirts, skirts, pants, and jeans of different colors and styles. God, disaster for a bachelor!
From Wudaokou I took line 13 to Lishuiqiao, a transfer station for line 5. From the train I could see faraway mountains and gold-lining clouds adrift. And my mood was suddenly tuned to America's Great West, the overture of Gone with the Wind, the old south. Where is the train of life leading me? A melancholy sentiment seized me tight as many times bebore I had been on travels. The sense and context was quite like those in a poem by Ma Zhiyuan, though the season was not:
Withered vine, olden tree, evening crows;
Small bridge, tiny brook, hamlet homes;
Ancient roads, wind from west, bony horse;
The sun is setting;
The heart-broken man, far from home, roam and roam...
No Chinese song or music, unfortunately, could describe my mood exactly at that moment. But an echo did sound from deep in my soul and some old-day words did spring out like from nowhere and I was carried away with the clouds on high: Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home...
500 Miles
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles
from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord I'm five hundred miles
from my home
Not a shirt on my back
not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go home
this away
This away, this away
this away, this away
Lord I can't go home this away
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred mile
曾经的这一天...
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2008-05-11 17:37:54
ONS? One night stand??
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2008-05-11 20:33:12
聪明！可畏，可畏，吾狂晕......
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2008-05-13 20:08:58 匿名 59.108.*.*
ONS, hahah~ what a coincidence for a, I quote "bachelor"~ haha
but i do envy your poetic mind that keeps enlivening life~ hehe
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2008-05-15 16:08:21 匿名 202.4.*.*
yeah, good pun, though I didn't realize it. You guys have real sharp eyes
Can your make a guess what ONS is?
