<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059735746099367473</id><updated>2011-08-18T06:04:36.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly 飞翔</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Georgia Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630487959219042453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059735746099367473.post-6241992533125949276</id><published>2007-10-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:50:12.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING~~ long story ahead but something worth reflecting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this message helps remind us to never be quick on giving up on those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All relationships start with love and promise, but all too often we see them weaken, crumble&lt;br /&gt;and finally fail. It's too bad all relationships don't go to the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds strange, but read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I was just a young boy, a small yellow bird hit our front door. When&lt;br /&gt;I looked outside, I saw its tiny, unmoving body on our deck. I opened the door to see if it&lt;br /&gt;was just stunned, or worse, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kneeling over it when my mom joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Michael, I think it may be dead. I heard the bang on the glass. It hit pretty hard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, should we bury it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm not sure, Michael. When I first looked out I saw another bird land beside it. It looked&lt;br /&gt;like it was trying to pick this one up. I think we should let nature take care of this. Let's put&lt;br /&gt;it on the roof of the car and see what happens.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We placed the unmoving, little bird on the roof of my dad's car and went back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our living room window we watched as the bird's mate flew to its side, carefully grip&lt;br /&gt;the back of the dead bird's neck in its tiny beak, and with a strength only love and devotion&lt;br /&gt;could provide, lifted its mate in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carried the body from the car, across the street, over the meadow on the other side and&lt;br /&gt;into nearby trees. It flew only a few feet off the ground. Sometimes it would get up to six&lt;br /&gt;feet high and then the weight of its companion would pull it lower again. Its struggle was great,&lt;br /&gt;but the desire not to be parted from its mate was greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five years later, I stepped out of my home on a warm summer morning. I looked toward&lt;br /&gt;my next door neighbor's -- we lived in attached townhouses -- and noticed a single strand of&lt;br /&gt;a spider's web strung from the bush by the corner of their townhouse to the wheel of one of&lt;br /&gt;their cars. I thought it was strange for a spider to spin such a web, especially just one tiny strand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved closer to investigate. When I reached down to break the web I discovered it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;a web at all. It was a piece of fishing line. I gave it a tug and saw it was tangled in the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;and the other end was knotted under the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys was sitting on the front deck of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remarked, “Looks like someone booby-trapped your friend's car.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came closer to see what I was talking about. I gave the line a tug. It was tightly jammed&lt;br /&gt;under the wheel of the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Strange, it seems to go all the way under,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the back of the car and saw a robin. It fluttered to get away, but the line, which&lt;br /&gt;was wrapped around its tiny leg, held it firm. The poor bird flapped around on the pavement with&lt;br /&gt;only a foot of line for it to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I approached and reached to grab it. When my fingers first touched his feathers it&lt;br /&gt;squawked and flapped away from me. I moved faster on the second attempt and managed to&lt;br /&gt;get a grip around his trembling body. It squirmed and twisted its head to snap at me, but I held tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy came closer for a look, and then went for a knife. When he returned I realized he would&lt;br /&gt;probably break the poor bird's leg when the knife pulled the string tight before cutting it through,&lt;br /&gt;so I sent him for scissors. He came back and we carefully removed the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird was free, but I held him a little longer, so I could remove one last strand of the line from&lt;br /&gt;his tiny leg. It made a great effort and escaped from my grasp. He flew low across the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;under a row of mailboxes, and up into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was free again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed a second robin fly down from a nearby tree and land next to the newly-freed robin.&lt;br /&gt;It had stayed close by, as its mate struggled for freedom, and would not have left until freedom or&lt;br /&gt;death ended their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds I witnessed mated for life and the struggles that come with it. Now don't you wish a lot&lt;br /&gt;more relationships would go to the birds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Michael T. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4059735746099367473-6241992533125949276?l=21knots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/feeds/6241992533125949276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/feathered-fidelity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/6241992533125949276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/6241992533125949276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/feathered-fidelity.html' title='Feathered Fidelity'/><author><name>Georgia Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630487959219042453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059735746099367473.post-1955302355211617162</id><published>2007-10-09T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:49:25.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the Taiwan Theater Museum (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my childhood, I have been exposed to Chinese opera; and oftentimes it leaves a funny taste in the mouth. Not bad--just funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, for one, the singing voices are different. The tones go up and down, sometimes with a questioning stance, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because the faces of the actors are heavily made up. And to a child's eyes, they can look beautiful and mystical at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is different also--so dissonant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we visited the Taiwan Theater Museum in Yilan County, I really learned to appreciate this art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese opera is very much like Peking opera. The vibrant costumes, makeup, and music are there. But the dialect used is Taiwanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan has its own culture and art. Even though the people in Taiwan are Chinese, we must keep in mind that Taiwan is different from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this theater helps emphasize that Taiwan has its own opera worthy of our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of our stay in the Taiwan Thetear Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4059735746099367473-1955302355211617162?l=21knots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/feeds/1955302355211617162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-to-taiwan-theater-museum-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/1955302355211617162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/1955302355211617162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-to-taiwan-theater-museum-part-1.html' title='A visit to the Taiwan Theater Museum (Part 1)'/><author><name>Georgia Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630487959219042453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059735746099367473.post-286098011088683575</id><published>2007-10-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:48:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age That I Wish To Go Back To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now ___ years old. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been paying attention to my ever so narcissistic blog, you would know how old I am this year. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess...guess...I will give you a clue, go back to my archives and read my birthday meme. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very contented with my life and how things are running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I have a time machine and am given an opportunity to go back in the past, I wish to go back to the time when I was 4 years old and start everything all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so very early, you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you are 4 years old, the world is still very young. It is the age of innocence. You are just starting school. Everyone is happy, at least from your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some opportunities that I have not handled well. Although I do not regret anything at all. It might be just fun to see how things turn out differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change the past, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Age 0 is so way super early. Age 4 is fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what age would you wish to go back to?&lt;br /&gt;1) Cometh&lt;br /&gt;2) Kailoon&lt;br /&gt;3) Levian&lt;br /&gt;4) Littlepolaris&lt;br /&gt;5) Sideduck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************Start copy************************&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Age That I Wish To Go Back To&lt;br /&gt;Requirement: Write about the one age that you wish to go back to and why?&lt;br /&gt;Tag Mode: 5 blogger&lt;br /&gt;1st - You leave their blog and post link and add to the list below.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Let the blogger you want to tag know they been tagged by comment in their blog or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Age that they Wish to Go Back to:&lt;br /&gt;Amidrin wish to go back to age 22 to correct back some mistakes in life.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen wishes to go back to age 23 to spend more time with mama.&lt;br /&gt;宝茹 wishes to go back to age 4 to start everything all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4059735746099367473-286098011088683575?l=21knots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/feeds/286098011088683575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/age-that-i-wish-to-go-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/286098011088683575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4059735746099367473/posts/default/286098011088683575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://21knots.blogspot.com/2007/10/age-that-i-wish-to-go-back-to.html' title='The Age That I Wish To Go Back To'/><author><name>Georgia Melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630487959219042453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
