Translating 老徐 (not talking randomly, talking about various things)

Translation of her 不乱弹，杂谈 entry:

First. Wei BoEr (围脖儿)

I took Wei BoEr out and gave him a proper bath, and I cleaned his ears, cut his nails and checked over his body, the Wei BoEr that came back was like a completely different cat, he is a really clean and really healthy child. Nevertheless, while I was washing him he went through a lot of suffering. When I give him baths at home he never crys out so loudly even though he goes through a lot.

Yesterday I took him to drop by Ou Xiang's (偶像) home, when I left him in the sand pit, I realised he really didn't stop talking to him, in the past when I saw other people talking to their cats or dogs, I felt that those pet owners had problems, in my heart I looked down on them. Now, I'm like that as well, revenge, revenge ……

Only after I got home and felt really tired and fell asleep straight away, did I realise that the stress wasn't only on Wei BoEr. Although I just opened my eyes to say two words, Wei BoEr quickly forgot what I put him through earlier, he looked please and ran onto my bed to play with me, really obediant.

Two. Sweet women.

This morning, as soon as I woke up at daybreak I got a communication from this woman at the office, indicating I really must mend my ways. I'll make every effort to make the sound of raindrops loud and the sound of thunder quiet. Her manner's very good, no wonder she's always making progress, I'm really praising her a lot!!!

The rich young wife caught me on MSN as soon as I went on: As soon as I started wearing Babory (巴博瑞) you blurted it out, hun hun. I talk about myself on this blog from the bottom of my heart: I really do hate her out of jealousy …… although the rich young wife praised on my blog post yesterday: It's the most stylish piece I've recently done. This blog doesn't really understand her meaning, is it to praise my writing, or to say that my articles finally have some kind of style …… nevertheless this blog really enjoys the praise it's been given, like long ago, moreover from analysing the comments there are always ones which like and don't like the blog, the ones who praise all like the blog, ignoring the ones who don't.

Wei BoEr is already fast asleep in a very spread out pose.

Three. Light reading.

I'm reading a book right now, it was just an average book being sold in Hong Kong airport, the cover was one of those really sensational ones: Behind the mask《面具后面的……》making me partly believing and partly doubtful —— another of those overcorrecting books on historical characters. Bad biographies are all like this, especially if it's a politician, it seems that if they aren't angels then they're devils, as a rule these these things shouldn't be believed, what angels and devils, people are only people, nothing more, there're strengths and there're weaknesses. These kind of extreme assessments are really blindly exaggerated. It isn't very persuasive. In comparison, I like reading autobiographies much more, those are real lies, at least it's the author himself who wants to be like a model, we always follow our own hopes and expectations to get along, so comparing it to reality is interesting.

Although, not believing doesn't mean I won't read any more, I'll just read it like an idiot, you say it like this and I'll listen like this, let's have fun.

Translating 老徐 (Career woman, housewife)

Translation of her 职业妇女家庭妇女 blog post:

The small shop still hasn't officially opened for business, Fresh Flowers Village is already buzzing with activity, the topic these days apart from being a few small random things, is mostly centered around all kinds of small workshops that are being constructed, unexpectedly someone has said that they want to work on wool, it is still early on so there is no proper plan, the whole time my older sister has been both as loud as a thunderstorm and quiet as a few raindrops, apart from sweetly playing her triangle in her band, nothing she says should be taken seriously, I'll blame her on here for a bit.

Our lives are really like soap operas, a white elder brother has watched us being lively these past two days, he said this would make a great TV show: how a gang of career women grew up to become housewives. This topic really is fresh. Anyway, after I had my small friend Wei BoEr I felt like I was really living with my own family, the family often has a flower as a part of it; and my little sister peach often goes back home to her husband's family, and she often does both difficult and simple exercises. Despite when I see her I act like I don't want to ……, but she still gives me support …… I really do act strangely …… hehehe ……

There's a friend, I won't bring up her name, as a result of the stupid accident while she was working, acting like it was something serious, but even here I'll give her some support, in terms of eating well and staying warm, since I act as if I have free will, anything can be thrown away ……

There's another friend, since I haven't said a name I won't say any names at all, she seems more and more like she'll be known as a leader, no matter what kind of nonsense and gossip she says, as soon as she gets a work call, she puts on a serious expression and her voice immediately drops two keys: Hello …… whoever calls has no way of knowing what she was just talking about. Please, hello, sorry, thanks, bye.

And there's another friend who's come back for a break from an uncomparably cold place. She doesn't fight tigers and yet she's wearing a loose military hat, I haven't heard her giggles for ages, recently she's hurried to attend something in GuangDong or Manchuria, she's still going everywhere showing off with her silk stockings.

And there's yet another friend, of course being a rich wife lets you live happily, her msn name apart from advertising her boyfriend's film, always has something to do with fighting the landlord, nevermind Gui Ling (龟苓膏) ointment, nevermind Yi Fan San Zha (一反三炸), they say your dreams all have some kind of sign, recently she's still wearing Barbary (巴博瑞) ……

And and there's yet another friend, after I pushed him on marriage, up to now there hasn't been a sound from him, I won't urge him anymore, the emperor doesn't get hurried, the eunuch gets hurried. If he isn't quick and there is some development, and it's been reported to me, then I won't invite him for any meals.

On my main blog, there are still many internal and external affairs I need to do, I won't say if I'm a career woman or housewife, I want to attain both of them, I really admire myself, no need to be stiff.

Translating 老徐 (Blog's one year anniversary random post)

Translation of her anniversary posting 写博整整一年乱弹:

I went for a trip to Hang Zhou, Miss Bo and me found four things that we had lost: my watch and glasses, Miss Bo's boarding ticket and identity card, the former were in a room in hotel, the latter were found in the airport lounge under someone's bottom, they were found one after the other.

Anyway, finding again what you lost is always a good thing, compared to that time in winter when I lost my cloak outside, I walked and walked and lost my purse just like that, at the airport I turned my eyes away for an instant and unusually my sunglasses disappeared. The overcoat and so on sounds a bit better.

How can I go outside without worrying?

My home's starting to feel cold, I must turn on the electric heater now. Winter is coming again.

I haven't watched a film for ages, I've been watching American sitcoms non-stop, one season after another. The new books I bought, apart from a few, I haven't read most of them and I'm still incessantly buying them. I keep hoping that I'll have time to read them one day. Of the books which I bought and haven't read, they can be traced back to more than a year ago.

When it gets to a certain time at night, Wei BoEr (围脖儿) will always go insane for a short while, running around with sinister intentions, leaping really high for no reason at all and testing his strength with anything that's on the floor, afterwards he loses interest and goes to sleep very tranquilly.

Up till now, I've written in my blog for a whole year, 365 days. It's high-density, even I admire it highly, there're probably around 200 articles now. I've had a lot of times where I felt I couldn't stop even though I wanted to, even if it was nonsense I wanted to talk about it, in reality there were many times I thought of not writing any more, at most after a day I'd decide to give up the idea. Afterwards I'd be staring at the blank page not knowing what to write. And then I'd write even more than usual, anyway if I want to be chatty then I will be, who knows anyway, nine times out of ten after I've finished being wordy my mind would be at ease and I'd feel comfortable.

Continuing.

Today in the early morning I flew to attend Hang Zhou's Confession of Pain《伤城》 press release, Confession of Pain is the first time in four years that I've acted in a film directed by someone else, suddenly I realised that it's only when I'm acting that I really feel carefree. As if I'm going on holiday, I usually hurry over, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Beijing, my wardrobe at home at the same, expanding in proportion, many many times I've raised the limit.

Always working makes me feel like I've gotten tied up, always resting feel like I've been sleeping for a hundred years.

I'm not sure what's going on in my head, random international songs always seem to come out from it.

In the TV, in the newspaper, all kinds of wars, nuclear tests, retaliations, sanctions, a hundred of you die and a thousand of mine die, they don't see with their eyes, ears, in the past few hundred years has the whole world ever had a few days of peace, mankind is just steeling itself with all kinds of war, looking at other people with hatred, wasting away time, in an instant, another few hundred years have gone by. As if this is not enough, films have it too, more fighting, non-stop fighting, jumping to fight each other, flying to fight each other, fighting with open eyes and closed ones, flowing out from Asia to the world, beautiful isn't it? Fine, fight, if the fighting doesn't get to you, the fact that it's annoying will.

Sleep.

Translating 老徐 (I entered the article wrongly, deleting it)

Tranlsation of her very very short entry 此篇发错，删除:

Originally I thought I'd be secretly lazy but I ended up sending it wrong, today at 16:50, I'll definitely write later.

Translating 老徐

Translation of her 日记 [2006年10月22日] dairy entry:

Coming home, after eating I went to send mum something, I saw me and my little brother's photos when we were young, Xu TuHu (徐屠户) (Bottom left) as expected, from when we were little we were a small pair of optimistic faces ……

The day after tomorrow I need to leave again, Confession of Pain《伤城》 is starting to be publicised. This stop, Hangzhou.

Yesterday, while I was dubbing at the harbour, I saw they had all my performances, not bad, they had pretty much everything. The endings were still pretty emotional …… Liang ZhaoWei (梁朝伟), is THE film god, only seen a few scenes, it was acted out really well. As for me …… I can't say much …… everytime I act I feel like I'm a different person.

Recently, my blog's gone through phases of where I'm too lazy to write, so …… I'll shut up.

Translating 老徐

Translation of her dairy entry 日记 [2006年10月21日]:

Yesterday I went to the harbor, there was a problem with my visa, I was detained at the immigration office for two hours …… luckily I brought a book to read, when Miss Bo and the rest were trying to think of a way out, I changed their attention to something else. Carefully looking at the 1891 New Orleans migrant problem and the jury and how important an article it was. The change had a big effect; even more luckily relying on their musical friends to help them, smoothly entering the country, without being repatriated.

Thanks.

At the harbour again, living in the same room, tonight dubbing Confession of Pain《伤城》, I'm curious about it myself, I'm not sure what the film will be like after the cutting. Like Wei BoEr (围脖儿), I don't know if that big dependant bag is thinking about me ……

Just before work, walking around the streets.

Translating 老徐

Translation of her 日记 [2006年10月16日] entry:

These days I'm not lacking anything, everyday I eat some delicious beef, Tai Fei (太妃)'s sweet ice cream has crept into my deep dreams. My new apple notebook has arrived, there are so many good people, thanks. My pussycat is getting fat very quickly, I've got many many books on redecorating. Retirement probably feels likes this. The wind is blowing, there's still only half the sunshine, work is at the back of my mind, I can't be bothered with it, there's nothing that absolutely must be done. This winter, I'll sleep when it's cloudy, when it's a fine day I'll just hide at home admiring the warm sunshine.

Translating 老徐 (Lose weight, lose weight)

Translation of the even shorter 减肥减肥:

Ate two excellent buns (妙鲜包), slept for a hundred winks ……

Translating 老徐 (Wei BoEr and the review from a director)

Translation of 老徐's 围脖儿和导演阐述 post:

Wei BoEr (围脖儿) is very good at acting spoiled now. Always lying on my leg making me scratch his neck, otherwise he cries out beside my foot, making you feel sorry for him.

Yesterday due to a Greek film festival, they were showing Dreams May Come 《梦想照进现实》 I was writing the director review and he just constantly crawled onto my leg indignantly sleeping. I didn't even dare move. By the time I finished writing, both my legs were shaking, I had no choice but to stand up. I took some pictures of his posture while he was soundly sleeping. He didn't sleep at all elegantly. His nose wasn't like a nose and his face didn't look like a face. He wasn't a bit like how they say cats are elegant. On the other hand, about this, I'm also lazy as hell.

You should see how intense Wei BoEr's cry is, I went to much trouble to get three photos, using my mobile I didn't have the flash, they're roughly even aren't they? ……, actually people said I don't need to write a word as long as they can see Wei BoEr's picture …… that's a bit cold! ……

Sleeping

Yesterday, with the big sleeping cat, Wei BoEr, grunting I wrote this director review:

(This is a bit too much too translate so I'll leave it as it is...)

《梦想照进现实》
——一篇迟到的导演阐述

电影已经拍完将近半年了，现在写阐述几乎成了回顾。

即使是导演了两个电影，仍不知导演阐述该是怎样的写法。

去年的年末，和编剧王朔商定拍一个小成本的电影，对话体——一个导演和一个女演员在剧组的一夜，女演员不想接着演正在拍的电视剧了，来找导演摊牌。

戏中女演员这个角色和我有很多相似之处，大概四五年前，我经历过这样一段时间——对现状不满意，看自己不顺眼，看所有的人和事都觉得没意思，不了解自己想做什么，也什么都不想做。

我想每个人的生活中都会经历这样的时刻：突然有迷路的感觉，回头看，向前看，找不到生活的意义，怀疑自己所有的东西，不愿意再作任何违心的事情。《梦想照进现实》对我来说，既是一个回顾，也是一个展望。因为生活总是周而复始重复很多同样的心情，我不想用错误这个词，因为所谓错误都是相对而言的，放眼看自己的一生的时候，其实没有对错之分。四五年前，我对只是做女演员的生活感到厌倦，开始做导演，一切都进行的很顺利，然而，四五年后，现在，从前的感觉又一次回来了，并不比上一次来的轻浅。

王朔是我一直以来最喜爱和敬重的作家，这个电影也可以说是我和他的一次对话。本来看完剧本我想说服他来拍，因为这个剧本中表达的很多东西，是我现在无法了解和体会的，他拍会更合适些。但被他拒绝了，他这几年来只愿意在家写作，不想参与到与很多人一起合作的工作当中去，而且告诉我，可以按照自己的意思任意修改和删除他原剧本的内容。那么好，还是我来拍。

应该说这是个很难拍的电影，几乎只有一个场景，两个演员，从头到尾都是对话。没拍之前，我和演导演的那个男演员韩童生先生对了四天词，用三台摄像机记录下来然后粗剪了一遍，主要目的是想看一下对话的整体节奏，便于将来拍摄的时候调整，因为这次我们只有十六天的拍摄时间，到了现场细磨戏的时间非常少。然后是机位和光的设计，要在有限的空间里制造一些微妙的不同，之所以说微妙，是因为我一向并不喜欢电影中有很明显的设计感，这是个人的趣味决定的，可能在某一天我会拍一个镜头形式感很强的电影，但前三部不会考虑。

每次拍完一个电影，我自己都很难说满意还是不满意，只能说，我尽力了，在特定的时间内，把我能够理解的一些东西尽力的拍了出来。一定要说的话，我对自己拍的三个电影没有一个满意过，即使得奖，得了几个奖，有一些人夸，也没有使我自己觉得满意。鉴于本人一向眼高手低，看片子总是很挑剔，看自己的作品也是如此，总是觉得还有更好的方法，更好的表达方式，但是自己的能力还没能达到，因此，大多数时候都处于对自己无能的沮丧之中。

这个电影是对与我相关的一些心情，生活的一次探讨，又有很多理解、感受已经超出了我所能理解到的感受，拍这样的电影，我想，是一件奢侈而艰难的事情。

好了，电影不是说出来的，每个观众看了自会有自己的理解，其实，已经与我无关。我这个阐述谈不上是什么阐述，也只是一些心情罢了。

Translating 老徐

Translation of the dairy entry dated 2006/10/08 by 徐静蕾:

Wei BoEr (围脖儿) was originally a very small lazy cat, after he got to know his surroundings, he does nothing but eat and sleep. And, he's even learnt to jump on to the sofa and start dozing. From the moment he came, he's been sneezing. Yesterday, I finally went to the pharmacy and bought him a syringe. I stirred some Amoxicillin with warm water and sucked it into the syringe. Then I took off the needle and fed it through his mouth, he seems to be a bit better, I haven't come across him sneezing any more at night.

Yesterday the juicy peach (水蜜桃) couple came to see Wei BoEr, conveniently bringing their family's button (扣子) to make friends with Wei BoEr. When the two first saw each other, they were naturally unfamiliar, after a long time gazing at each other, like a couple of cat sculptures and after continuing for a long time, their small paws seemed to reach out in a Yi Bai style (一百) and bit by bit they each shifted backwards. Afterwards, they each seperately went to hide to hide in the two corners of the room. It was nothing like the way we imagined them to be friendly to each other. He's definitely still shy with strangers, I reckon that it'll be ok when then they come a few more times.

Button (a detailed account of the juicy peach's blog), which can't be more than a year old now, the story goes that from a month old when he was adopted by the peach's family, he hasn't seen anyone of the same species. Since he's been taken to new surroundings again, he's a bit nervous. he's a bit taller than Wei BoEr, he has a nose —— my family's Wei BoEr has a very small, mini nose, Button's facial features are easy to tell. He likes to let the peach family's little girl hold him, this made me a little bit jealous. Wei BoEr hates me holding him, as soon as I hold him he blindly struggles. Apart from the day when he just arrived, on the way back home, it's probably because the position in which I held him wasn't too comfortable. His most loving time is when he lies with his stomach on me or he lies with his back on me letting me play with his fur. During that, this small guy slowly closes his eyes and has an extremely comfortable expression. His loveable silliness is incomparable. And I just follow looking pretty.

I'll put on the two photos later on.