I have just finished reading 乞丐囝仔, one of the very few books that I have managed to complete from cover to cover, within a few hours.
It is a “must read” – if you know Chinese of course.
Some extracts from the book:
http://www.chinapostnews.com.cn/306/jd01.htm
Cache here.
Live wasn’t easy, but this particular one is really hell.
It was about 8 pm at my hometown, and I was having a tiresome debug session on my PowerBook.
Then, a glass full of water poured onto my PowerBook from no where.
I was totally stunned for at least 3 seconds, without knowing what to do.
Things were still running, I pressed the shutdown button to cut the system off, unplug the power cord, and removed the battery.
Great, I told myself, time to get a new Intel MacBook! For a few moment I was really quite excited.
I placed the notebook under the fan for an hour, and turn it on again.
Everything still work. So I guess I was lucky – but after a while, some water leaking out from the bottom, and some steam smoking out from the speaker!
I lost the LCD, and the sound. I quickly pull the plug, took off the batter again. Place it under the fan for another hour. Try to turn it on again, no more respond.
Well, I guess I have just toasted a pretty expensive pice of hardware.
I was depressed. Really depressed. I don’t want the new MacBook yet, I want it back.
I got a hair dryer to blow it dry for at least 10 minutes, and place it under the fan for the whole night.
When I got back from the graveyards at about 10 am the next morning, plug it in, turn it on, whoosh, it’s alive again.
Feeling good that I can still work on this machine. I was quite amazed that it survived the splash. It was quite stupid to turn it on that soon without letting it to dry completely. I though I’ve lost it at some point, and I can only blame myself for it.
It survived, and I am still typing on it. Next, coffee vs the PowerBook, anyone?
It was 清明 – one of our major family yearly events. This year I took a picture at the 2nd hill that we have visited. It wasn’t that different from all these years – perhaps that is also what value the most: nothing changed.
Update: that’s my mom and dad in the photo, cool eh?
