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13 gennaio “无论男女,爱到一定程度都会这样对对方”--李得胜这话看了心里很有些震撼。 因为自己从来没有这样对待过另外一个人,甚至从来没有觉得要这样对待一个人的冲动或必要。 年纪很轻的时候,喜欢那种被男孩追逐的虚荣--大概就是所谓的雌性本能。那个年纪的男孩,多数有点受虐狂,被打得越痛,追得越狠;好好对待他们的女孩,反而被作贱。 我的第一份工作在一个PR & 广告公司,那时21岁还不到,一起进去的年轻人很多。销售部门里有个高个男孩S,我不觉得他有多帅,但他可能是某些女孩的type:国字脸,浓眉毛,个人觉得他长得太正,那时的我迷恋有点邪气的男孩。再说销售人员靠的是people skill,多数学历不高,那男孩大概最多也就是个大专毕业,所以不觉得特别impressive。 进去第一天就感觉S很花心,和新女同事握手时间特别长,而且感觉得到在偷偷地摩娑。他还特别喜欢手把手地教女同事使用电脑系统。果然没多久就听说了S的风流艳史:光窝边草就吃了无数,全是没名没份有始无终,从来没有承认过一个女朋友。IT部门有个性格很好的女孩Y,长相中等偏下,为人大方豪爽。那时我们有个特别小气的男同事,每次人家请客吃东西他都不拉下,自己却从不请别人。有回Y买了好些包子过来叫我们吃,小气男老远就闻着味来了,大叫:“什么包?什么包?”Y答到:“毒药包!”引得哄堂大笑。就是这样一个直率可爱的女子。 后来听说Y休了个长假,再后来听说她离职了。她走后不久,流言就肆无忌惮地传开了。据说Y自从进公司就暗恋S, 恋得很苦,S心知肚明,既不接受也不拒绝,白白地享受了3年被女孩追求的快感。S的风流艳史Y都知道,全部忍受下来,默默地看他和别的女同事调情,慢慢地等着他回头。那年冬天S去杭州出差,Y请假追了过去,据说是为了向他表白。后来发生的事没人知道,好像两人过了夜。再下面的事自然是众说纷纭,不堪想象了。 Y走得悄无声息,也不知道去了哪里。只记得听到她的经理说,可惜了交大毕业的一个才女,女孩子做这行做得好的不多。 那年公司组织旅游,听说S又和一个新来的秘书过了夜。 这么多年后我有时候还会想起Y, 想起有天晚上加班看到她偷偷地哭泣,想起她现在是不是过得好。她并不是个很熟的朋友,但是想起她就会让我想起关于relationship的种种问题,那些我永远都找不到答案的问题。我从来没有用我的青春岁月好好地爱一个人,在这一点上,Y也许比我幸运得多--那三年里她一定也曾感受到爱人的幸福。我只是忙于享受浮世的快乐,关注着新款的唇膏和高跟鞋,为了一张买错的电影票向20刚出头的男孩子扔可乐罐。这样的生活不会让我痛苦,也没有真正地令我幸福。 刚来美国时得到了一个ex bf M的很大帮助。我甚至记不得当年为什么dump他,肯定是一些很可笑的理由,唯一记得的是在大街上break up的,后来他送了两回花全给我从阳台上丢了下去(drama queen!)。 N年后他娶了个哈佛英文系毕业的女孩A,A帮我修改了所有的研究院申请材料,简直是字斟句酌,不遗余力。我去谢她的时候,她很冷淡地说:“You don't have to. I did that to make HIM happy.“ 第一年圣诞她甚至送了我一枚很美丽的蝴蝶别针:“He said that's something you would like." 真是叫人不得不服气--你的确比我更爱他。后来知道的事情更令人吃惊:原来M对A并不是一向那么好的,A的头部曾长个良性肿瘤,手术前M居然提出break up;M和A交往期间也不曾停止date别的女孩,甚至用A送的相册装别的女孩的照片;M喜欢喝一种饮料,A手术刚结束没几天时他们就买了一大箱,M居然让A提着上地铁......这些全是A的好朋友J告诉我的,J一向讨厌M,她不明白为什么A这么优秀的女孩会跟定他:“You know there are so many cute Harvard guys that asked her out." 这种事情对我来说永远是个谜,就像姜岩王菲以及世间一切痴男怨女的故事。我步步为营的生活so far so good,虽然也充满了遗憾。记得有一年和一个在欧洲读书,过来美国做交换的女孩喝茶,说起她在英国的同居男友,是个做丝绸进出口的生意人。她悠悠地说:“前程这种事,有谁知道?趁着大家都好的时候,开心地过,多积些钱,女人总是要给自己留个后路的。”这话说得是真。却也是累。更多的是人生的无奈和悲哀。 有时发梦的时候,也会突然想和那些女人一样,试试看没有顾忌,不留后路地去爱一个人,不晓得会是怎样的一种感觉--应该是很好的,虽然后果不堪设想。念头一转,心里却又有个声音淡然地说:“不值得。” 23 dicembre 2007 Letter to SantaDear Santa,
Please forgive me for writing you a letter at this last minute. You've been very kind to me over years, although I didn't believe in you as a child. Last year you gave me everything I really needed (let's forget about dinner with Tom Cruise...I don't like him any more). I even got a delayed gift in March. I hope you got paid for overtime.
Last week I received a mysterious cookbook wirtten by the naked chef--Jamie Oliver. I have to say you really know me very well. You know how complete my life could be with cute guys and good food (although most of the time they only exist in theory). Thank you very much.
I'm not sure if you are willing to share this secret with me, but I have to ask before I get killed by my curiosity: Is my mailman one of your elves? I got a Christmas card from him. Oh, and also my boss. It never occurred to me that you might hire secret agents.
It's very cold and quiet here. I'm still typing this letter to you. I don't think I will be able to come up with a list this year--I'm such a lucky girl who's got everything she does and doesn't need.
But if you happen to have one thing, please send it to me at your earliest convenience--forgiveness. Please forgive me for all the mis-made wishes, mis-placed hopes and mis-expressed feelings in my past life. Please also give me the gift of forgiving the terrible things done by others. Right now forgiveness is the only gift that could give peace to my heart.
I want thank you for the warmth delivered by a pair of soft hands sometime last week. From that very moment I've known it's a gift from you. I don't know if I will be able to see and feel these hands again, but trust me, someday they will reappear in my novel. I am not a well-rounded person--Words are one of the few games I can bearly play; and it's also the only way I know of to preserve a precious gift.
I hope you are always young.
Your dear old Ball
P.S. Thank you for making mushroom the second best bridge player in Seattle. Mushroom and I are very happy with this gift. We believe this is the first step leading to a grand master. We have plenty of confidence and patience. 05 dicembre 笑红尘红尘多可笑
痴情最无聊
目空一切也好
此生未了
心却已无所扰
只想换得半世逍遥
醒时对人笑
梦中全忘掉
叹天黑得太早
来生难料
爱恨一笔勾销
对酒当歌我只愿开心到老
风再冷
不想逃
花再美也不想要
任我飘摇
天越高
心越小
不问因果有多少
独自醉倒
今天哭
明天笑
不求有人能明了
一身骄傲
歌在唱
舞在跳
长夜漫漫不觉晓
将快乐寻找
06 maggio Yahoo Answer AddictionI'm very ashamed of myself recently...
It's become a daily ritual of mine to log into Yahoo Ask and do some lazy college kids' math, economics and finance homework. If my answer is chosen as the best, I get 10 totally useless points. I've also tried to answer some other goofy questions, such as:
1. How to prevent rice from burning?
2. My husband smashed our TV, what can I do?
3. Big hand, big____?
4. Why my period was delayed for 2 weeks?
......
I think I must be converging to insanity. But...
...I found another guy from Santa Barbara even crazier than me! He's offered 600+best answers in the social science section! I've decided to ask him out for a date at the nearest asylum.
The best thing about being insane: You know you are not alone. 25 marzo One Day When We Were Younghttp://www.tzblog.cn/UploadFiles/2006-2/215226655.mp3
(Composed by: Johann Strauß II
Adapted by: Dimitri Tiomkin for the film "The Great Waltz" English lyrics for the film by: Oscar Hammerstein II) One day when we were young One wonderful morning in May You told me you loved me When we were young one day Sweet songs of spring were sung And music was never so gay You told me you loved me When we were young one day You told me you loved me And held me close to your heart We laughed then, we cried then Then came the time to part When songs of spring are sung Remember that morning in May Remember you loved me When we were young one day We laughed then, we cried then Then came the time to part When songs of spring are sung Remember that morning in May Remember you loved me When we were young one day 09 marzo Thank-you Letter to SantaDear Santa,
I received your delayed gift today. Mr. Postman said it must have been dropped from your sleigh and it took them a while to find the right Ball. You make me believe that if I wish for something really hard, it'll finally come true. I'm grateful that I can hear the beautiful music before I turn into an old ball.
And thank you for letting me dream the dream of someone far far away, as he has always wished.
Love always,
Ball 08 marzo FlowersThis year I've received chocolates and flowers from very strange sources.
What can I say.
Life is a crazy wonderland.
Wisdom from Ball: Give up any expectations. Just lay down and watch luck (good/bad) falling from the sky. Something will hit your head at last. This is how life works. 17 febbraio Women who can't commit?!--by Elina Furman(OMG...does this author know me???)
From "Kiss and Run: The Single, Picky, and Indecisive Girl's Guide to Overcoming Fear of Commitment"
For years, it was the men who had the monopoly on commitment-phobia. But what about commitment-phobic women? Yes, women! Raised to believe that men are the commitment-shy gender, many women coast through life completely oblivious about their own commitment anxiety—believing they want a relationship yet systematically pushing away one perfectly suitable candidate after another. Isn’t it high time we looked at ourselves and admit that maybe, just maybe, we are the ones who have become commitment-challenged? If you’re ready to finally face the truth, go down the list of these common symptoms and see if any apply.
Accept your uncertainty One of the biggest mistakes many of you make is thinking that any uncertainty, however slight, is a sign that your relationship is doomed to failure. You think, “If I’m so confused, that must mean something is wrong with my relationship. Shouldn’t I just know if it’s right?” But indecision and anxiety are a very normal part of making a commitment to someone. If you weren’t a little uncertain, then you’d have something to worry about! Face the fact that there’s never going to be a time when you’re 100 percent certain of anything. So if you’re 80 percent sure that the person you’re with will make a good partner, then that’s all the certainty you’re ever going to get. Just do it Once you’ve determined whether you’re 80 percent confident, it may be time to take some good-old fashioned action. Be conscious, be circumspect, and be careful, but take the leap. As with any phobia, we often have to face what scares us the most in order to conquer our fears. So it should come as no surprise that one of the best cures for commitment anxiety is just to make a commitment. And if you make a mistake? Well, so be it. After all, one of the ways we learn to trust our instincts is through hindsight. In the end, following the 80 percent rule will help you take calculated risks, not reckless ones. Avoid the crystal ball If you’re on the brink of becoming exclusive, cohabiting, or getting married to someone, it’s all too easy to panic and wonder, “But how will I feel one year, five years, or ten years from now?” After all, people change, right? How do you know you will feel exactly the same way five years from now? The answer is: You don’t! No matter how tempting it is to worry about the future of your relationship, you have to accept that there is absolutely no guarantee that things will work out. Worrying about the future is one way to avoid making a decision. No matter how many psychics or astrologers you visit, no one can tell you what to do with your life or what the future holds. In the end, the best thing you can do is focus on the present. Ask yourself: “Am I getting what I want out of the relationship at exactly this moment?” If the answer is yes (or 80 percent yes), rest assured the prognosis is as good as it’s going to get. Quit nitpicking Okay, so men can sometimes act like dominating control freaks, but it’s important to note how often we’re guilty of the same offense. Picking fights, acting moody, and making your partner feel like he’s always doing something wrong is a great way to get someone to break up with you. In fact, that’s exactly what many of you do so you can get out of the relationship or avoid commitment. Many of us commitment-phobes have a perfectionist streak that makes us try to control every aspect of the relationship. Unless our partner fits some preconceived mold, we feel we can’t possibly commit to him. Whether it’s his sloppy ways or inability to dress himself, it can be all too tempting to want to change him or control the relationship. Of course, if you’re not ready to commit, no one will ever be good enough for you. So either accept your partner for who he is or leave the relationship altogether. Make room While it’s important to have a full life, many women overdo it. It may be impressive that you have a gazillion friends and unique hobbies, but if you don’t make room in your life for a committed relationship, don’t be surprised if it keeps eluding you. Think of it like this: Once you make room on a table and clear all the stuff away, something new is bound to appear on it. This rule applies to everything. If you’re obsessed with your pet, work 24/7, are absorbed with your children, or are a clutter bug who’s embarrassed to bring people home, you probably don’t have as much time or space for a committed relationship as you think. So if you fit any of these categories, it may just be time to clean up your act and make some physical, emotional, and psychological room in your life. Elina Furman is the author of Boomerang Nation and other books. After years of personal experience with commitment phobia, she conquered her own fear and now lives with her boyfriend in New York City. Excerpt from KISS AND RUN by Elina Furman. Copyright © 2007 by Elina Furman. Reprinted by permission of Fireside, an Imprint of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 07 febbraio 彩云追月渔光曲:
彩云追月:
“云儿飘在海空,鱼儿藏在水中,早晨太阳里晒鱼网,迎面吹过来大海风……鱼儿捕得不满筐,已是东方太阳红,爷爷留下的破鱼网,小心再靠它过一冬。”这首感动了数代中国人的《渔光曲》,你可知道它的曲作者任光的故事?
成长的道路
如果提到《彩云追月》、《打回老家去》、《大地进行曲》等脍炙人口的歌曲,有的人一定会情不自禁地哼唱起来。这些歌曲,都是由绍兴籍的音乐家任光作曲的。 1900年初的一天,在绍兴嵊县(今嵊州市)一个石匠家破烂的院子里,伴随着一阵“哇、哇”的响亮哭啼声,一个男婴出生了,——他就是后来被誉为“民族号手”、“红色音乐家”的任光。 晚清时期的中国社会,豺狼横行,民不聊生。和当时任何一个农民家庭没有丝毫的差别,这个石匠家庭同样是贫穷不堪的。任光的出生,倒是给辛苦营生的父亲带来了许多天伦之乐,还有些许的安慰与希冀。任光自幼聪颖异常,父亲决定即便倾家荡产,也要试着让他去成就学业。 小学读书时,任光就十分喜爱音乐,特别是对绍兴的民歌、小调,任光的兴趣尤其浓厚。他经常在独自哼唱,乐得忘乎所以。读初中时,任光已经学会了拉二胡、吹铜号、弹风琴等,被当地人称为“小音乐家”。农闲时,农民们还都喜欢让小任光为他们吹上几曲解闷呢。 中学毕业后,任光考入了上海震旦大学。大学里,任光更加深切地感受到了山河破碎、北洋军阀和帝国主义横行的民族苦难。任光决定赴法国留学。在法国,任光是依靠勤工俭学来完成学业的。他在旅馆拖地板,在里昂街头替人修理钢琴,以积攒学费和生活费。后来,任光考入了里昂大学音乐系,这使他对西洋音乐有了进一步的研究,大大提高了自己的作曲技巧。 1928年,任光回到了祖国。在上海,他结识了田汉、聂耳、夏衍等左翼文化人士,并参加了“中国左翼文化联盟”所属的音乐组织,探索中国新兴音乐的创作道路。任光为很多电影写过歌曲,如影片《迷途的羔羊》主题歌《月光光》和插曲《新莲花落》等,就是当时很流行的歌曲。
感动国人《渔光曲》
“九·一八”事变后,任光与聂耳、冼星海等音乐家一起,积极创作宣传抗日救亡的歌曲,努力开拓左翼电影音乐阵地。1934年,任光为著名导演蔡楚生编导的电影《渔光曲》创作了风靡一时的同名主题歌《渔光曲》。 电影《渔光曲》的故事发生在旧中国东海渔村一个贫苦善良的渔民家里,一个叫徐福的渔民,被渔霸欺压剥削得一贫如洗。在一个狂风暴雨的晚上,徐福的妻子生下了一对双胞胎,——姐姐小狗和弟弟小猫。为了养活一家老小,徐福顶风冒雨到海上打鱼,不幸在风暴中葬身大海。小狗和小猫在渔业资本家及帝国主义的经济掠夺中,家庭破产,流离失所,他们不得不携带母亲投奔在上海以卖艺为生的舅舅。后来母亲与舅舅不幸丧身火灾,受雇于人的小狗和小猫在轮船上开始了更为辛苦的捕渔生活……小猫最终积劳成疾,临死前央求小狗为他唱起了凄婉动人的《渔光曲》。 电影《渔光曲》主人公小狗和小猫一家的悲剧,就是民族悲剧的缩影!1934年6月,电影《渔光曲》在上海公映后,整个社会为之轰动。影片在上海连续上映了20多天,每一天的每一场次,都是观众爆满。大家不止一次地观看《渔光曲》,影片深深地感动了当时不同阶级、不同阶层的中国人。——而由任光作曲的电影同名主题歌《渔光曲》,以起伏的旋律、悠长的节奏,徐缓的速度,成功地表现了渔民们在波涛汹涌的大海中从事艰苦劳动的沉重心情,诉说着广大渔民生活的痛苦与忧愁。主题歌《渔光曲》的十几万张唱片,一经发售就被大家抢购一空,当时的许多人都会唱《渔光曲》。1934年,聂耳在《一年来之中国音乐》一文中评价说,《渔光曲》一出,其轰动的影响甚至成了后来的影片要配上音乐才能卖座的一个潮流,它的成功不是偶然的侥幸,而是由于内容的现实,节调的哀愁和曲调配合着影片的现实题材。 ——《渔光曲》把中国人民反抗帝国主义和封建压迫的斗争热情空前地鼓动起来了! 献身民族解放
1940年7月,应新四军军长叶挺的邀请,任光来到了安徽泾县云岭的新四军军部,开始从事战地文化工作。在那里,他用歌曲丰富战士们的文化生活,激励战士们的抗日斗志。任光先后创作了《抗敌歌》、《大地行军曲》、《王老五过年》等一系列抗战歌曲,深受广大新四军将士的喜爱。 自从任光来到新四军工作后,不知怎的,他创作的那首带着浓厚乡土气息和民族风格的歌曲《王老五》,一下子变得十分流行。每当练兵、行军、战斗的间隙,战士们聚在一起,只要有人先哼一声“衣裳破了没人补呀”,马上就会有人接唱“可怜王老五呀……”跟着队伍中便会爆发出一阵阵欢快的笑声。每逢有战士提笔写家信或木然呆坐想家时,有的同志就会唱起“你呀,想家呀!不定期想讨媳妇……” 跟着一阵欢笑,整个队伍都会乐起来。部队的文化生活变得丰富起来了。任光创作的很多歌曲,确实大大鼓舞了广大新四军指战员的革命乐观主义精神。 任光刚到新四军工作时,同志们还“担心”他是个文化人,又是全国有名的大音乐家,可能一下子难以适应艰苦、严格的部队生活。可是任光从到达新四军工作的第一天起,就和战士们一样理平头,穿一身深灰色的棉布军装,足系绑腿,脚着山袜、麻草鞋,完全是一个“标准的革命军人”打扮。他还经常下部队去接触普通战士,亲自教部队的文艺骨干学唱歌。傍晚时分,部队在大操场里集合,开完晚会后,有人常常会站起来大声喊道“王老五!来一个!”于是平易近人的“王老五”——任光,便会在雷鸣般的掌声和友善的哄笑声中站起来,边演边唱《王老五过年》,常常惹得全场指战员和四围看热闹的老百姓乐得象炸翻了锅。 1941年1月13日,任光在“皖南事变”中不幸中流弹牺牲。 英烈已逝矣,唯有歌仍在。60多年过去了,当我们再次高歌任光的绝笔之作《别了,三年的皖南》:“……那个来拦路,那个被打倒!我们一定胜利,我们一定达到目标!” 我们依旧能想起那艰苦的岁月,想起那些为民族救亡而战斗、牺牲的先驱们! 以上是摘抄的关于任光的生平史料。最后八卦党魁再八卦一下:任光的第一任妻子是他少年法国留学时结识的法国女郎,一见钟情随他来到中国,然而后来两人理想的分歧越来越大,最后随着抗战的爆发矛盾激化到了极点,以法国太太离婚回国收场。在一部关于任光的电视剧里有个情节给我印象很深:任光赈灾义演回来后发现法国太太在用牛奶喂小狗,于是气愤地指责她不该在国难当头灾民饭也没得吃的情况下拿牛奶喂狗,其中有一句台词是:“我的国家都快要亡了,你却还在这里喝咖啡!”太太也不甘示弱:“我的国家已经亡了,我还是在这里喝咖啡!”这个情节不知是真是假,其中道理却是不错的:天下所有伴侣的所有的裂痕,归根到底还是基于人生观的不同。不同理想的人,不管青春时多么的热情,终于还是结不了伴,配不成侣。 任光的第二任夫人就是<<渔光曲>>的作词人安娥,可是还是离婚。可见就连soulmate也未必能生活在一起的(多半不能)。任光最后才娶了徐韧为妻,徐韧与他志同道合,新婚后一同随新四军转战南北。不久任光就在皖南事变中受重伤。叶挺军长命令几个人护送他突围,但没有成功。敌人认为他一定是什么重要人物,恶狠狠地追问:“你是什么人?”任光平静地说了句:“我是<<渔光曲>>的作者。”,就死去了。 02 febbraio 梅娘曲田汉 词 聂耳 曲
《梅娘曲》是聂耳为田汉所作话剧《回春之曲》谱写的插曲之一,作于1935年。歌中主人公梅娘的恋人从南洋归国投身于抗日战争,不幸因负伤而失去了记忆。专程回国探望的梅娘为唤起他的回忆,在病床前唱起了这首凄婉动人的歌。
哥哥 你别忘了我呀
我是你亲爱的梅娘 你曾坐在我们家的窗上 嚼着那鲜红的槟榔 我曾经弹着吉他 伴你慢声儿歌唱 当我们在遥远的南洋
哥哥 你别忘了我呀 我是你亲爱的梅娘 你曾坐在红河的岸旁 我们祖宗流血的地方 送我们的勇士还乡 我不能和你同来 我是那样的惆怅 哥哥 你别忘了我呀 我是你亲爱的梅娘 我为你违背了爹娘 离开那遥远的南洋 我预备用我的眼泪 搽好你的创伤 但是 你已经认不得我了 你的可怜的梅娘 pic 1: 拉小提琴的聂耳
pic 2: 弹吉它的聂耳
pic 3: (中) 聂耳在昆明读书时的女友 (美丽啊)
pic 4: 赵丹饰演的聂耳 (我觉得还是神似的)
pic 5: 严羚饰演的聂耳 (怎样?)
pic 6:陈坤饰演的聂耳 (无语......)
聂耳溺水身亡时才23岁。可是看他的作品,他的一生好像比我一辈子能活的都长。
这个世界,有德的人往往无才,有才的人往往无德,两者兼备的人不长命。
唯一的安慰是音乐不死。 22 gennaio HeShe was the smartest kid in the neighborehood before he and his family moved in. From that day on, her parents had been continuously comparing her with him:
"He gets 100 points in every subject at school!...Why do you always have to lose 1 or 2 points here and there?"
"He started to teach himself Calculus!...Don't you feel ashamed of your elementary algebra score?"
"He was picked for the Math Olympics on behalf of the province!..."
"He won the national competition and will go to Romania on behalf of the country!!!..."
"I wish he was my child."
As if all these things were not enough to burn up his endless energy, he also played good violin, practised beautiful calligraphy and built model planes that could fly far, far away.
In front of him, she felt like an ugly duckling. She could no longer be herself any more...at school or out of school. She became overly self-conscious. She could not even breathe. She spent endless time on study but still couldn't get anything better than the second place. She'd always been told that the second place was the same as the last place--both were losers. She liked writing so much. But the thought of his excellence haunted her mind like a ghost, making every word she wrote seem imperfect: If he'd written this, it would have been much better--She felt she had no choice but to rip it off.
She thought she hated him. She hoped he never existed. She immediately regretted thinking this way, but just couldn't help it.
When they met at school or in the street, he would always nod to her. But she pretended that she didn't see.
Finally he was admitted to a university at the age of 12. The news came as a big relief--finally he would be gone! But at the same time she envied him, as usual--she would have to wait another 4 years to be a college student..when he would be graduating. Again she was the loser, as she had always been.
She met him the last time on a cold winter morning. She became a little nicer to him since he was no longer a threat. She said hi to him. He seemed surprised but very happy. He noticed the redness in her hands and offered his gloves. She was embarrassed that he found out her frostbites--another imperfection about her...So she replied coldly:"It's getting very warm now. Only babies are still wearing gloves." Her mean words made him blush. He said he didn't want to wear them, but his parents were always forcing him to do things. She made a face to show her contempt.
So he disappeared from her life as a person. But news about his great expectations kept coming...
He was admitted to a world-renowned university...
He published papers in top journals...
He received his PhD at the age of 21...
He.He.He.
...
Fortunately after years she has grown out of her awkward childhood and doesn't have to be a captive audience of his success stories. It was only in her bad dreams that she would relive those early painful moments. She repeatedly dreamed about taking an exam of which she couldn't solve a single problem. When she woke up, she felt glad that he wasn't there any more.
Many years later, on another cold winter morning, the last news about him came in--his suicide. He killed himself at a place thousands of miles from home, without leaving a word. She knew she could never figure out the reason why he did this, just as she could never figure out why he was so smart.
Now he really didn't exist and her parents would never compare her with him any more. But she wished it had never happend.
She tried to remember the very few things she could remember about him: His appearance could never change since that time--always that tall, pale, 12-year-old boy, very nice and shy. That winter suddenly came back to her--the snow, the knitted gloves, and him saying how he hated his parents forcing him to do things.
04 gennaio 啼笑因缘也许是天资鲁钝,冥顽不灵,所以非要活过了donkey years,经历了一场场的啼笑因缘,至2007年开春,才开始觉察出一丝人生的可笑。 记得当年张恨水曾特别说过,“啼笑因缘”的“因”是因果的“因”,不是婚姻的姻,其中道理说了一大篇,因为不太理解的缘故,到底听过忘了。现在忽然想起,倒觉得有点懂得了。 人生的大半精力,仿佛都在与婚姻相关的人,事,物中耗尽:先是糊里糊涂,毫无选择地生活在父母的婚姻里,这个婚姻的好坏,直接影响到一个人最初的人生观,以及对事物的好恶和未来的憧憬;待到长成时,则愈加一发不可收拾,似乎生活的全部目的,一切的一切都是为了与另一个人模糊而美好的将来--全然忘记这个人在认识之前原是毫不相干的,认识之后,也有很大的机会将来毫不相干--却只是希望着。 人生的多半烦恼,都来自婚姻,甚至包括“要”与“不要”这个问题本身,所以独身全然不是逃避烦恼的办法。这样说我并不是谴责婚姻的可憎,我还是相信它应该是个好东西。上古的时候,人们像野兽一样地交合,到最后还是决心要放弃自由,认定一个人,用个小环把他(她)圈起来,宣布是“我的”。古今多少事,婚姻里的爱恨情仇该演的也快表演完了,可是新结婚的人,还是一个个感动地流着眼泪说“我愿意”,好像自己的故事将是独特的。如果真有造物主,不知他在上面看到这流水似的一幕幕会不会发笑。 婚姻应该是好的,只是它的存在,让我们更近距离,更赤裸裸地看到人性的每一个黑色的方面--如果走得不那么近,本来这些地方都是可以掩盖住的。有的时候,人性中的可笑和卑劣不仅仅体现在一个人身上,还包括他周围的所有人--尤其是中国的文化,和一个人结婚,面对的并不是仅仅是这一个。想起来以前看朝鲜人玩翘翘板,两个人面对面各站一头一上一下,跳跃飞转,像极了婚姻这件事--不上这个翘翘板,是决看不到那么多心惊肉跳的事的,看到了不管喜不喜欢,一时半会谁也下不来--一不当心两个人都是粉身碎骨。 婚姻也好,感情也好,走到最后,已经与男女无关。所有的啼笑都有因果,只是去了那女旁--不是婚姻的姻。 02 gennaio Mushroom Jr.Shhhh...Don't let Mushroom know I'm posting this...
A secret picture of Mushroom Jr....
Date of Birth: 12/19/2006
Height: 16 inches
Weight: 12 ounces
Fur color: White
Eye color: Red
Favorite food: Carrot dumplings
Best feature: Ears
Proud Dry Ma: Yuan Mian Qiu
Mushroom: In the far future, Mushroom Jr. must marry Ball Jr. It's something that cannot be changed. Hahaha... 30 dicembre Too Little SpringWalking On Springtime
Walking on springtime Far from the clouds Your heartbeat close to mine Building the perfect rhyme Sunbeams play games As lovers entwine Walking on springtime with you Flawlessly raising
From noise and crowds Your fairy tale divine Makes everybody shine Glittering silence Suspended time Walking on springtime with you Life is a crazy wonderland
When all suspicions are through Linger your head and hold my hand Walking on springtime with you *My apologies to Gabriele and Massimo. I feel so sad these days that I have to listen to this song endlessly to cheer myself up. I finally couldn't help posting the lyrics to my blog and making the song my background music. The day after tomorrow will be another year. May my spring come ahead of time.
If you guys are getting a patent lawyer, please let me know...I'll break my piggy bank and see if...
The cloud picture was taken by Gabriele in Italy last summer. I'm also posting it without copyright. Commiting the same crime a second time doesn't make one feel any more guilty. 22 dicembre Sound of MusicIt is the holiday season.
Everybody is singing and playing music at downtown.
"100% to Charity."
"All donations will be given to Jacob's heart."
"Help the homeless"
......
Lovely sound, lovely people.
I sent out the gifts. Happiness lingers my heart for a long time. 19 dicembre Men and BusesDuring my carless days I took numerous bus rides to everywhere. While some extremely intelligent (a.k.a. nerdy) people (such as ZT) are capable of reading differential equation books on a bus, I can only let my eyes wander through the ugly scenes outside and my mind through all sorts of crazy ideas.
Recently I found some amazing resemblance between men and buses. Men are so much like buses in the following senses:
You wait in the severe cold forever and none of them ever comes. Things seem to get so hopeless that you finally decide to walk on your own. When you are half way to your destination, several of them merrily pass you by, honking and whistling. At that moment all you want to do is throw stones at the window.
Men/buses either never come or come all together. In the latter situation you'll find yourself completely confused by which one to take. The worse thing about men is that they don't usually have clearly indicated routes and stops as buses do. After a lot of hesitation and calculation, you still can't hedge all the risks of getting on the wrong one. In the worst case scenario the one you choose will overspeed on highways, bump into ditches and sometimes even hit-and-run. After a series of unfortunate events, still you are the only miserable one to blame--among all the good buses you skillfully picked out the worst! How stupid, how disgraceful, how humiliating! All you can do is wait beside the wreck and see if miracles will ever happen.
If it's really mission impossible to predict the exact routes and driving habits of a bus, then it makes sense to follow the judgment of the majority. A mistake made by more people is usually considered more forgivable. So you push, kick, bite...your way onto the bus that most people are trying to get on. Thank goodness finally you are there and still three-dimensional. You use your last strength to throw a person out of the window and get her seat. You feel warm and happy for a short while. Soon you get annoyed by the huge crowd around. They make you breathless. But honey it's a bus! So don't complain. Do you want to push, kick, bite...your way off and be left in the middle of nowhere? Just try to be content. If you want to be the only VIP, go take a taxi.
But these days even taxi drivers start pulling in strangers on the way. When this happens, you'll feel more ripped off for the price you are paying. Men are very creative in hiding unexpected passengers. Don't even be fooled by the cute, innocent look of a cozy Volkswagen beetle--always check the trunk.
Some buses have beautiful and touching destination names shown in the front, glittering like stars in the darkness...'Pacific Heights', 'Sunset'...How could such fairytale-like names not warm your heart in a cold winter night? Dumbfoundedly, you get on the bus in delusion and get off it in...
...the place no more different than where you start. Still a cold, lonely back street in winter, only unfamiliar this time.
'Honey, I never promised you a rose garden. Look, the sign says 'Sunset'. The sun has set! Don't look at me as if I was a liar. Do you want to take the next bus back? Time is getting late.'
Some smart women get the monthly bus pass so that they can get on and off and on and off and on...different buses frequently. Although this idea may sound exciting and convenient at first, at the end of the day one still cannot avoid the fate of standing alone at some cold dark stop, most likely feeling more exhausted and empty than anybody else.
There is one thing I can never understand: After so many ordeals and complaints, after having multiple cars and other means of transportation, after the whole America is getting obese from not walking enough, most of us are still waiting for our buses loyally every day. Is it because of the faint hope and warmth those little orange lights bring us in the cold, or simply because we are getting more and more lazy and cheap?
I don't know. 12 dicembre 船歌--齐豫亲耐的老猪,
阿拉找到了侬喜欢的船歌。这首歌也是阿拉一直很喜欢的。
船歌
词曲:罗大佑
姐儿头上戴着杜鹃花
迎着风儿随浪逐彩霞 船儿摇过春水不说话 水乡温柔何处是我家 船儿摇过春水不说话 随着歌儿划向梦里的他 嘴儿轻轻唱呀不说话 水乡温柔像那梦里的画 嘴儿轻轻唱呀唱不休 年华飘过歌声似水流 船儿摇过春水不停留 摇到风儿吹破天凉的秋 船儿摇过春水不停留 鱼儿双双结伴水底游 谁的船歌唱的声悠悠 水乡温柔来到天凉的秋 谁的船歌唱的声悠悠 谁的船歌唱的声悠悠 谁家姑娘水乡泛扁舟 谁家姑娘水乡泛扁舟 谁的梦中他呀不说话呀 不说话 谁的他呀何处是我家 姐儿头上戴着杜鹃花 迎着风儿随浪逐彩霞 船儿摇过春水不说话 水乡温柔何处是我家 船儿摇过春水不说话 水乡温柔何处是我家 08 dicembre Letter To SantaDear Santa, How are you? I'm sorry I didn't write to you when I was physically a child. You know I grew up in communist China, where the adults kept telling us that you didn't exist. In my country children get gifts when they receive straight A's at school. Those who never make A's never get any gifts in their whole life, while those who do receive A's never truly appreciate their gifts--we feel the gifts are just some meager compensation for giving up our whole childhood. Before I make a list of the things I need, I just want to let you know that I've been a very good girl this year: I helped an old lady carry her bags to the second floor; I helped a handicapped boy buy stamps; I gave money to some beggars; I won the second place of an essay contest; and after so many achievements I didn't grow any fatter. In contrast, the bad things I did should be considered trivial: When I changed my mind at the super-market, I left a box of pork chop at the vegetable section; I kept making fun of people in my essays and stories; I wrote mean emails to some boys (to tell them that they stink); I said a few bad words when things were not working very well. I guess these things alone shouldn't make it to this year's naughty list. Now, things I really need, please: 1. Dinner with Tom Cruise 2. Something from Tiffany 3. An actuarial exam machine 4. "Memories of Matsuko" CD (preferably signed by the authors) 5. ASM Study Manual for the 2007 SOA Exam MFE (2007 Edition) 6. Loss Models: From Data to Decisions, Second Edition (by Klugman) 7. A paper-cutter for my origami projects 8. One year's subscription of Betty's Kitchen 9. A small cotton candy making machine 10. A skirt from Banana Republic This is only a tentative plan. A little note: Since the first three items have been repeatedly rejected during previous years, I won't feel too disappointed if I don't get them this year. But do get me the CD please! As for the textbooks, I'll be very happy with used ones, because I will never have another look at them after the exams. The magazine, the paper-cutter and the cotton candy machine will make me a very happy person next year. I've attached a picture of the skirt. I wear size 00. I have a 20% off coupon from BR and I'm also sending it to you. Thank you! Sincerely yours, Ball P.S. My friend Mushroom wants to know the secrets to playing Bridge...Can you make her a grandmaster next year? She always wants to go on the tournament to Italy. She also dreams of having dinner with the new James Bond. Sorry I don't remember this guy's name since I don't find him very attractive. For some mysterious reason he happens to be Mushroom's type. Thank you! 05 dicembre 一定要把灌水戒掉,戒掉,戒掉!!!由于灵魂空虚,生活单调,加上冷空气的突然来袭,以及几个不良灌友的恶劣影响,面球终于走上了狂灌滥喷的不归路。 只见她日灌夜灌,横灌竖灌,坐着灌,躺着灌,站着灌,蹲着灌......幸亏此间无线网络不是太好,要不然估计马桶上也得接着灌。 但见那灌上的面球,精神奕奕,神采飞扬,两把大爹,虎虎生风,真个是谈笑间,强虏灰飞烟灭;然一旦灌完,又极度空虚,万分寂寞,悔不当初,生不如死。 然天下无不散的大坑。长此以往,球将不球。 故在此立大誓,必将恶习斩草除根--左手灌水斩左手,右手灌水斩右手。再戒不掉,就斩老潘。老潘这无良商贩,实在是唯利是图,竟也不在版面上加一公益广告:“灌水有害健康。” 戒灌,就从现在开始。请社会各界监督支持。还我和谐社会,重塑大好一球。 我要是戒不掉,就是小笨猪。 钦此。 02 dicembre Marching on Springtime with YouThis is really getting insane... I'm receiving emails and messages from multiple Massimos and Gabrieles. Many of them claim that they are experiencing some problems with their old mailboxes and have to send me letters from another one. Is it April 1 yet? So what's the next? Tom Cruise? I feel the urge to make some early arrangements for this big, exciting year-end event: Everybody, attention please! * Group of Mr. Massimo Bergadano, one step forward please: We'll meet 12 a.m. Dec. 24, 2006 at the front gate of San Diego Zoo. Please wear a tuxedo and hold a dozen of red roses for recognition purpose. Password: Life is a crazy wonderland. A lyrics writing contest will be held to identify the real Massimo. * Group of Mr. Gabriele Roberto: Let's meet 12 a.m. Jan. 1, 2007 under the Statue of Liberty. Please wear a kimono and hold a dozen of white roses for recognition purpose. Password: When all suspicions are through. A music composing contest will be held to identify the real Gabriele. * Group of other members of "Memories of Matsuko" team: Why don't we meet in Canada sometime next year? Location and password TBA. All groups: Don't forget to bring a photo ID. As for me, the referee, will be wearing my little black dress (rain or shine), holding the "Memories of Matsuko" CD, humming "walking on springtime with you..." I hope everybody will have fun at this year-end party. Together we make an orchestra! I am looking forward to walking, no, marching on springtime with all of you, ...and Tom Cruise, hopefully. The Massimo Gambling Game Entries and Rules: Current entries: Lengyue: 80% chance Massimo is real. Laobei: Massimo is neither Fullmoon nor Azeala. He's somebody else. Weijifen: 45% chance Massimo is Azeala, 50% Fullmoon, 5% others. (Hey, do you know you make a good hedge fund manager?) Houhou: 90% Azeala, 10% ZT. Zhenxie: 80% Azeala. I haven't heard from Mr. Bergadano yet. So this game is still open to new entries and change of stakes. If Mr. Bergadano does not prove himself before Pacific Time 12 a.m. January 1, 2007, we'll identify him as fake. And if you are the fake Massimo and choose to confess before the game ends, I'll take you to a restaurant of your choice during the holidays. Your acting is too damn good. Important: If you are trying to enter your bet, please make sure you use Firefox. IE is currently experiencing some technical problems and you won't be able to leave a comment with it. |
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