Q4 the summer of the beautiful white horse

The background is based on an honest but poor tribe dwelled in a beautiful village. The law and value, rules or tradition is being followed by most people. How two young boys broke the rules and enjoyed the riding every morning? I preferred the scene that two boys so in love with the horse and how they played with each other. It means freedom. Adults did not like boys to run wild or do crazy things. It was a secret between two boys before they met the farm. Were they lying? Were they stealing? All the people in the tribe would say yes. At last, the horse was returned. All the rules have to be followed again. People might think Uncle Korsrove was a crazy man too. It is a happy ending for everyone. “It is no harm”.

Ghosts Festival Rituals

Have you ever seen a ghost in your life? It is said, on July 1, the gate is reopened for all the ghosts to visit the world we lived. Your ancestor’s will come back to your family until July 31 midnight, all the ghosts will be summoned back.

My parents did not allow us to swim in the river even swimming pool during the month. The ghosts who died by drown will hide under water and drag your legs. You are not supposed to do any dangerous activities during the lunar July.

There are three “Bye-Bye” which we worship the gods or ghosts will take place in the first and end of July and in between. The July 15^th will be the biggest. On July 1, we prepared the meals for the ghosts when they traveled and past our home. On July 31, we also prepared the meals for them to see off all the ghosts. And may all the bad spirits leave us far… far away.

On July 15, my parent burned incenses and asked for the blessings. My grandma setup a table outside the house. Everyone was called to the table with 3 incenses on both hands. We prayed with the ghosts of our ancestors for prosper or get a good mark in our school. The table is filled up with dishes, pork, cooked chicken, fish, and fruits. I knew I could enjoy a good meal in my dinner.

The temples will build a platform for all kinds of ceremony. There is one puppet show are my best favor. It is free for everyone to watch it because of temple already got a lot of donations by peoples. The puppets are made of a piece of palm size clothing made in details to match the characters identity. The wooden painted head is hollow to fit index finger. Some puppet’s heads can flash eyes and move the mouse as he is talking. The people who hidden behind a theater which look like a two story mini building with curtain wrapped around, use both palms to control the puppets and make conversation with prepared screenplay in his memory. They were two shows every day. The afternoon show played the history with famous heroes. My favor show was a red-faced hero rode on a red-skin horse with a spear-like weapon from “the Romance of the Three Kingdom”. The Kung-Fu fighting show with magic are performed at night time. It is a”Matrix” movie in my childhood. All the puppets talk, chat, walk and suddenly they became alive when I was so absorbed into the show that I forgot to go home.

“It’s time to eat” my aunt shout at me. A voice interrupted my imagination of being the hero of me combating on the show. I was unwillingly to leave the show but went home for a big dinner.

There are other ceremonies and activities held in the "ghosts month" but I like the puppet show which brings me the best entertainment of my childhood.

Summer Rituals Back Home

It took almost one day trip to go back home. Summer vocation was the day to see my parents. I had to take a bus in the early morning with my uncle or my aunt. They are many mountains in between so the winding road kept turning and turning, up and down like never ending. If typhoon came, the road would be heavily beaten and torn into pieces and became dangerous to travel. Traffic was blocked until it repaired. The bus drove along the edge of deep cliff along the Pacific Ocean. The journey was an adventure in every summer. At the end of the journey, the sun was set. My mom and sister, brother would welcome me to come back home again.

introduce myself

Ken Ju is my name. I am a Taiwanese Canadian.

I owned a 1993 Chrysler Concorde which I bought in 2003 for $3500. It was a nice old car even thought some function already worn out or had a little problem but the engine is still good to run 180 km/hr and gave me a comfortable commuting to work everyday until I bought my motor bike last Oct.

The Japan made 2003 Kawasaki zzr250 was a street bike which looked like brand new. I spent $4900. It got 148kgs and run pretty fast. I like to ride it to everywhere. It is a dangerous sport. Some people get killed or get hurt by riding motorcycle. An old general of ancient China said “I will fight to death then just wrapped up my body with the horse leather and sent it back to my family. It will be my last wish”. Sometimes, a family made a man to give up a lots of adventure games. There were a lot of movies this year talking about the bike like “wild Hog”, “Ghost Rider”. I ride as carefully as I can. Keep the speed in limit or ride with group.

If you ask me which I like most, I can not tell you because I like them both. The ZZR250 is more gas economic 25 km/litre also cheap on insurance. It is pretty good for the global warming too. The full size car is good for shopping and take me to dine on weekend. I would like to own a BMW Z4 in the near future. It will be my last wish. lol. To die for the war is the most foolish things in human activity. I don't want to be as great as the ancient China General or Genkis Kan.
I just want to be nobody with a peaceful life.

This is a picture of me when I rode to Harrison Spring this summer with a group on the ferry.

the world is too complicated to live

We created too many things. Fortunately, we have a computer to solve all the problem and guide us to the proper web site to learn to shop to chat to entertain to download. This also caused us even more complicated to handle a big hard drive and too many files to handle. We created more files than we deleted it. What a miserable life is to handle all the unwanted things. The simple life is far far away.