| 雙橡園A8特區住戶首次聯絡 |
| 發表者：ING 發表數：8 IP：220.141.37.* | 2007-03-07 21:50:57 |
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您好A8特區已進入一樓施工 希望能透過大家的力量 |
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| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：64.72.123.* | 2008-01-13 20:08:09 |
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回覆 ING 於 ：2007-03-07 21:50:57 的發言內容
咦，給你一些英文就看不懂了？您好A8特區已進入一樓施工 希望能透過大家的力量 啊！我忘了你叫看不懂，這也難怪。哈哈哈哈哈！ |
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| 回覆者：看不懂 發表數：318 IP：163.29.223.* | 2008-01-13 18:30:42 |
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不好意思佔用雙橡園這個版面這麼多, 反正大家都知道那個人的所作所為 讓他吹牛有車有房有專業吧 其他多說無異 |
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| 回覆者：城市改造 發表數：163 IP：125.233.244.* | 2008-01-13 17:03:53 |
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回覆 The Profes 於 ：2008-01-13 12:26:18 的發言內容
我沒有飛機,也沒有遊艇,但我不會到處亂吹牛你只有飛機，沒有遊艇。秀蓮要掃興了。哈哈哈哈哈！ 我的工作與由鉅有點關係,我想你也是 其他多說無異 大家在討論區就是希望整體環境變好,房子變好,而不是到處亂菜別人的案子 不好意思佔用雙橡園這個版面這麼多,但我覺得A8是個真正的好案子,車道也很好使用,就是這樣 |
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| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：64.72.123.* | 2008-01-13 16:44:43 |
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回覆 看不懂 於 ：2008-01-13 15:07:29 的發言內容
給你的comments在這裡，慢慢看吧！挖 被電了嘴巴變這麼臭 還用comment想必也是只有你在講還想牽拖別人 聽聽無妨 Bridgeport! Change cars for the Naugatuck Railroad!” shouted the conductor of the New York and Boston Express Train, on the evening of May 27, 1858.... Mr. Johnson, carpet-bag in hand, jumped upon the platform, entered the office, purchased a ticket for Waterbury, and was soon whirling in the Naugatuck train towards his destination. On reaching Waterbury, in the soft spring twilight, Mr. Johnson walked up and down in front of the station, curiously scanning the faces of the assembled crowd. Presently he noticed a gentleman who was performing the same operation upon the faces of the alighting passengers. Throwing himself directly in the way of the latter, the two exchanged a steady gaze. “Is your name Billings?” “Is your name Johnson?” were simultaneous questions, followed by the simultaneous exclamations,–\"Ned!” “Enos!” Then there was a crushing grasp of hands, repeated after a pause, in testimony of ancient friendship, and Mr. Billings, returning to practical life asked: “Is that all your baggage? Come, I have a buggy here: Eunice has heard the whistle, and she’ll be impatient to welcome you.” The impatience of Eunice (Mrs. Billings, of course) was not of long duration; for in five minutes thereafter she stood at the door of her husband’s chocolate-colored villa, receiving his friend.... J. Edward Johnson was a tall, thin gentleman of forty-five.... A year before, some letters, signed “Foster, Kirkup, & Co., per Enos Billings,\" had accidentally revealed to him the whereabouts of the old friend of his youth with whom we now find him domiciled.... “Enos,” said he, as he stretched out his hand for the third cup of tea (which he had taken only for the purpose of prolonging the pleasant table-chat), “I wonder which of us is most changed.” “You, of course,” said Mr. Billings, “with your brown face and big moustache. Your own brother wouldn’t have known you, if he had seen you last, as I did, with smooth cheeks and hair of unmerciful length. Why, not even your voice is the same!” “That is easily accounted for,” replied Mr. Johnson. “But in your case, Enos, I am puzzled to find where the difference lies. Your features seem to be but little changed, now that I can examine them at leisure; yet it is not the same face. But really, I never looked at you for so long a time, in those days. I beg pardon; you used to be so–so remarkably shy.” Mr. Billings blushed slightly, and seemed at a loss what to answer. His wife, however, burst into a merry laugh, exclaiming: “Oh, that was before the days of the A.C.!” He, catching the infection, laughed also; in fact, Mr. Johnson laughed, but without knowing why. “The ’A.C.’!” said Mr. Billings. “Bless me, Eunice! how long it is since we have talked of that summer! I had almost forgotten that there ever was an A.C.... Well, the A.C. culminated in ’45. You remember something of the society of Norridgeport, the last winter you were there? Abel Mallory, for instance?” “Let me think a moment,” said Mr. Johnson, reflectively. “Really, it seems like looking back a hundred years. Mallory,–wasn’t that the sentimental young man, with wispy hair, a tallowy skin, and big, sweaty hands, who used to be spouting Carlyle on the ’reading evenings’ at Shelldrake’s? Yes, to be sure; and there was Hollins, with his clerical face and infidel talk,–and Pauline Ringtop, who used to say, ’The Beautiful is the Good.’ I can still hear her shrill voice singing, ’Would that I were beautiful, would that I were fair!’” There was a hearty chorus of laughter at poor Miss Ringtop’s expense. It harmed no one, however; for the tar-weed was already thick over her Californian grave. “Oh, I see,” said Mr. Billings, “you still remember the absurdities of those days. In fact, I think you partially saw through them then. But I was younger, and far from being so clearheaded, and I looked upon those evenings at Shelldrake’s as being equal, at least, to the symposia of Plato. Something in Mallory always repelled me. Yeh, this idiot just can\'t read the message I wrote here. What a moron. He or she is entirely not creative and contributes absolutely nothing to this board, other than foul language and trash. I detested the sight of his thick nose, with the flaring nostrils, and his coarse, half-formed lips, of the bluish color of raw corned-beef. But I looked upon these feelings as unreasonable prejudices, and strove to conquer them, seeing the admiration which he received from others. He was an oracle on the subject of ’Nature.’ Having eaten nothing for two years, except Graham bread, vegetables without salt, and fruits, fresh or dried, he considered himself to have attained an antediluvian purity of health,–or that he would attain it, so soon as two pimples on his left temple should have healed. These pimples he looked upon as the last feeble stand made by the pernicious juices left from the meat he had formerly eaten and the coffee he had drunk. His theory was, that through a body so purged and purified none but true and natural impulses could find access to the soul. Such, indeed, was the theory we all held.... “Shelldrake was a man of more pretence than real cultivation, as I afterwards discovered. He was in good circumstances, and always glad to receive us at his house, as this made him virtually the chief of our tribe, and the outlay for refreshments involved only the apples from his own orchard, and water from his well.... “Well, ’t was in the early part of ’45,–I think in April,–when we were all gathered together, discussing, as usual, the possibility of leading a life in accordance with Nature. Abel Mallory was there, and Hollins, and Miss Ringtop, and Faith Levis, with her knitting,–and also Eunice Hazleton, a lady whom you have never seen, but you may take my wife as her representative.... “I wish I could recollect some of the speeches made on that occasion. Abel had but one pimple on his temple (there was a purple spot where the other had been), and was estimating that in two or three months more he would be a true, unspoiled man. His complexion, nevertheless, was more clammy and whey-like than ever. “’Yes,’ said he, ’I also am an Arcadian! This false dual existence which I have been leading will soon be merged in the unity of Nature. Our lives must conform to her sacred law. Why can’t we strip off these hollow Shams,’ (he made great use of that word,) ’and be our true selves, pure, perfect, and divine?’ ... “Shelldrake, however, turning to his wife, said,– “’Elviry, how many up-stairs rooms is there in that house down on the Sound?’ “’Four,–besides three small ones under the roof. Why, what made you think of that, Jesse?’ said she. “’I’ve got an idea, while Abel’s been talking,’ he answered. ’We’ve taken a house for the summer, down the other side of Bridgeport, right on the water, where there’s good fishing and a fine view of the Sound. Now, there’s room enough for all of us,–at least, all that can make it suit to go. Abel, you and Enos, and Pauline and Eunice might fix matters so that we could all take the place in partnership, and pass the summer together, living a true and beautiful life in the bosom of Nature. There we shall be perfectly free and untrammelled by the chains which still hang around us in Norridgeport. You know how often we have wanted to be set on some island in the Pacific Ocean, where we could build up a true society, right from the start. Now, here’s a chance to try the experiment for a few months, anyhow.’ “Eunice clapped her hands (yes, you did!) and cried out,– “’Splendid! Arcadian! I’ll give up my school for the summer.’ ... “Abel Mallory, of course, did not need to have the proposal repeated. He was ready for any thing which promised indolence, and the indulgence of his sentimental tastes. I will do the fellow the justice to say that he was not a hypocrite. He firmly believed both in himself and his ideas,–especially the former. He pushed both hands through the long wisps of his drab-colored hair, and threw his head back until his wide nostrils resembled a double door to his brain. “’O Nature!’ he said, ’you have found your lost children! We shall obey your neglected laws! we shall hearken to your divine whispers! we shall bring you back from your ignominious exile, and place you on your ancestral throne!’ ... “The company was finally arranged to consist of the Shelldrakes, Hollins, Mallory, Eunice, Miss Ringtop, and myself. We did not give much thought, either to the preparations in advance, or to our mode of life when settled there. We were to live near to Nature: that was the main thing. “’What shall we call the place?” asked Eunice. “’Arcadia!’ said Abel Mallory, rolling up his large green eyes. “’Then,’ said Hollins, ’let us constitute ourselves the Arcadian Club!’” –\"Aha!” interrupted Mr. Johnson, “I see! The A.C.!” “Yes, you see the A.C. now, but to understand it fully, you should have had a share in those Arcadian experiences.... It was a lovely afternoon in June when we first approached Arcadia.... Perkins Brown, Shelldrake’s boy-of-all-work, awaited us at the door. He had been sent on two or three days in advance, to take charge of the house, and seemed to have had enough of hermit-life, for he hailed us with a wild whoop, throwing his straw hat half-way up one of the poplars. Perkins was a boy of fifteen, the child of poor parents, who were satisfied to get him off their hands, regardless as to what humanitarian theories might be tested upon him. As the Arcadian Club recognized no such thing as caste, he was always admitted to our meetings, and understood just enough of our conversation to excite a silly ambition in his slow mind.... “Our board, that evening, was really tempting. The absence of meat was compensated to us by the crisp and racy onions, and I craved only a little salt, which had been interdicted, as a most pernicious substance. I sat at one corner of the table, beside Perkins Brown, who took an opportunity, while the others were engaged in conversation, to jog my elbow gently. As I turned towards him, he said nothing, but dropped his eyes significantly. The little rascal had the lid of a blacking-box, filled with salt, upon his knee, and was privately seasoning his onions and radishes. I blushed at the thought of my hypocrisy, but the onions were so much better that I couldn’t help dipping into the lid with him. “’Oh,’ said Eunice, ’we must send for some oil and vinegar! This lettuce is very nice.’ “’Oil and vinegar?’ exclaimed Abel. “’Why, yes,’ said she, innocently: ’they are both vegetable substances.’ “Abel at first looked rather foolish, but quickly recovering herself, said,– “’All vegetable substances are not proper for food: you would not taste the poison-oak, or sit under the upas-tree of Java.’ “’Well, Abel,’ Eunice rejoined, ’how are we to distinguish what is best for us? How are we to know what vegetables to choose, or what animal and mineral substances to avoid?’ “’I will tell you,’ he answered, with a lofty air. ’See here!’ pointing to his temple, where the second pimple–either from the change of air, or because, in the excitement of the last few days, he had forgotten it–was actually healed. ’My blood is at last pure. The struggle between the natural and the unnatural is over, and I am beyond the depraved influences of my former taste. My instincts are now, therefore, entirely pure also. What is good for man to eat, that I shall have a natural desire to eat: what is bad will be naturally repelled. How does the cow distinguish between the wholesome and the poisonous herbs of the meadow? And is man less than a cow, that he cannot cultivate his instincts to an equal point? Let me walk through the woods and I can tell you every berry and root which God designed for food, though I know not its name, and have never seen it before. I shall make use of my time, during our sojourn here, to test, by my purified instinct, every substance, animal, mineral, and vegetable, upon which the human race subsists, and to create a catalogue of the True Food of Man!’ ... |
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| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：64.72.123.* | 2008-01-13 16:35:16 |
| 哈哈哈哈哈！套句別人對你的comment，蠢呆笨！ | |
| 回覆者：看不懂 發表數：318 IP：163.29.223.* | 2008-01-13 15:07:29 |
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挖 被電了嘴巴變這麼臭 還用comment想必也是只有你在講還想牽拖別人 聽聽無妨 那要聽別人對你的comment 隨便舉舉 說這麼多我真覺得開始無聊了,辯王之王,不辯頭殼茫(台語) 恭喜閣下果然是與眾不同 其他的,唉,再說都覺得無趣了 您姥似乎都能發揮三寸不爛業務之舌把它化為優點 化不過的 就開始用洋文來罵罵說缺點的人 說人家是胡說八道 各位大哥：你们實在一點愛心都沒有。 就算牠的伶牙俐齒引起那麼多人的興趣，但這樣『日也操，瞑也操』， 總有一天會被你们玩死的，畢竟動物也有人權，不是嗎？ 可憐呦！..............來給姐姐抱抱！姐姐疼！ |
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| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：64.72.123.* | 2008-01-13 13:11:47 |
| 哈哈哈哈哈！套句別人對你的comment，蠢呆笨！ | |
| 回覆者：看不懂 發表數：318 IP：163.29.223.* | 2008-01-13 12:35:55 |
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要仔細檢討的不是由鉅 要仔細檢討的是你 這個膨風的倒車高手 |
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| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：64.72.123.* | 2008-01-13 12:26:18 |
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回覆 城市改造 於 ：2008-01-12 13:06:07 的發言內容
你只有飛機，沒有遊艇。秀蓮要掃興了。哈哈哈哈哈！喔,我還連飛機遊艇我都有勒,吹牛也要打草稿吧 下一個個案已經要仔細檢討這部份？難道你在由鉅工作？ 下一個個案是哪一個？ |
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| 回覆者：城市改造 發表數：163 IP：125.233.244.* | 2008-01-12 13:12:47 |
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回覆 Rebecca 於 ：2008-01-12 10:56:47 的發言內容
我建議無法變動的在這理就不用多花時間討論 1.燈光計畫,部分燈具瓦數太大,讓整體協調差了點,也會增加未來電費,因本社區戶數不多,若公共電費太高會導致管委會開燈意願降低,反而不利整體美觀 2.入口大廳要多用心思,因為本大廳屬於瘦高型,要做得好的話,難度比一般大廳高 至於其他,我想冠鈞營造的品質就不必擔心了 雙橡園是家好公司,而且隔壁還要推Q1特區,應該會卯起來完成公設的 |
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| 回覆者：城市改造 發表數：163 IP：125.233.244.* | 2008-01-12 13:06:07 |
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回覆 The Profes 於 ：2008-01-11 18:26:34 的發言內容
喔,我還連飛機遊艇我都有勒,吹牛也要打草稿吧前驅，後驅，四驅的車我都有！和停車位沒有關係。 我認同A8的車道讓平常出入都很好使用,技術差的好停,技術好的更好停 藏玉的車道設計真的不好,下一個個案已經要仔細檢討這部份了,你不知道嗎? 秀蓮,你一定要忍耐,哈哈 |
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| 回覆者：Rebecca 發表數：8 IP：220.141.40.* | 2008-01-12 10:56:47 |
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無法變動的在這理就不用多花時間討論 倒是建議距離交屋時間接近了 應該多利用點時間看看那些地方可以修正 讓她更好  
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| 回覆者：強 發表數：32 IP：59.126.208.* | 2008-01-11 18:30:10 |
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專賣雙橡園A8特區.多戶可選.中高樓層皆有,歡迎來信預約鑑賞 jjohnson158twtw@yahoo.com.tw |
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| 回覆者：強 發表數：32 IP：59.126.208.* | 2008-01-11 18:28:43 |
| 想入主A8特區ㄇ.專賣A8特區.多戶可選.中高樓層皆有.歡迎來信預約鑑賞 | |
| 回覆者：The Profes 發表數：711 IP：72.232.76.* | 2008-01-11 18:26:34 |
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回覆 城市改造 於 ：2008-01-11 09:57:07 的發言內容
前驅，後驅，四驅的車我都有！和停車位沒有關係。說這麼多我真覺得開始無聊了,辯王之王,不辯頭殼茫(台語) 我大車長車進出都沒問題，你進出有問題。這是因人而異。所以我們買不同的房子。 技術差就不要牽拖車位、車道。 這就像臥虎藏龍裏的一句：打不贏不要怪兵器不好！哈哈哈哈哈！ |
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