4 September 2005

One shot diary:

  • A rainy day brings me an ambivalent feeling.
  • We had a household get-together yesterday. Daddy’s got a little drunk then. The food in the restaurant sucked.
  • It seemed that Tingting has given up examination for Postgraduates finally. Uh-huh, finally…finally…no matter what, wish her good luck.
  • Rapes, killings hit Katrina refugees in New Orleans. People left homeless by Hurricane Katrina told horrific stories of rape, murder and trigger-happy guards in two New Orleans centers that were set up as shelters but became places of violence and terror.
  • <Old folks> is a Jazz, not a Folk.———to a certain rookie.




I Am My Own Grandpa 


Many many years ago when I was twenty three,

I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.


This widow had a grown-up daughter

Who had hair of red.

My father fell in love with her,

And soon the two were wed.


This made my dad my son-in-law

And changed my very life.

My daughter was my mother,

For she was my father’s wife.


To complicate the matters worse,

Although it brought me joy,

I soon became the father

Of a bouncing baby boy.


My little baby then became

A brother-in-law to dad.

And so became my uncle,

Though it made me very sad.


For if he was my uncle,

Then that also made him brother

To the widow’s grown-up daughter

Who, of course, was my stepmother.


Father’s wife then had a son,

Who kept them on the run.

And he became my grandson,

For he was my daughter’s son.


My wife is now my mother’s mother

And it makes me blue.

Because, although she is my wife,

She’s my grandmother too.


If my wife is my grandmother,

Then I am her grandchild.

And every time I think of it,

It simply drives me wild.


For now I have become

The strangest case you ever saw.

As the husband of my grandmother,

I am my own grandpa!






来一首老歌  蔡幸娟《星星知我心》

不多介绍了  太经典了 



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