2016年5月8日 星期日

筆記簿

S:

從少我便對筆記簿情有獨鐘,小學時甚至會花錢買來收藏不用。

紙筆對我非常重要,所以即使是出席些不用書寫的場合,出門盡量會帶筆記簿。 相信現在的老師不少都會以為,我是一個勤奮好學的學生,因為上課時我總是對著筆記簿寫寫寫。

可是,我卻甚少真的記下筆記。對我來說,筆記簿只是流動草稿紙。從中學直到今天,我上課時仍然喜歡在紙上畫畫、隨筆、抄歌詞⋯⋯奇怪的是,從來都沒有老師檢查我在幹甚麼,聊天反而會真的來聽聽,我是否在進行學術討論;彷彿書寫本身就是一種善舉,沒有學生會拿紙筆做無聊事似的。

2016年5月1日 星期日

不治之症(上)

這陣子忙,看書的時間少,想寫點東西也難以抽空。

《霍亂時期的愛情》還沒看完,才剛看了一半。所謂「書有淺嘗者、有可吞食者、小數則需咀嚼消化」嘛,呵呵。

不知道會不會有這樣的情節,但我到現在還沒讀到甚麼霍亂病毒爆發。雖然我在網上也讀過這樣的賞析,但其實看到書名時,應該不難想到(尤其看過馬奎斯作品的),作者想把以霍亂象徵愛情。在深入分析為何作者選擇霍亂之前,我們至少可以知道,作者把愛情視為一種病態。

2016年4月24日 星期日

歲月無聲

「千杯酒已喝下去 都不醉
何況秋風秋雨
幾多不對說在你口裡
但也不感觸一句
淚眼已吹乾 無力再回望

山不再崎嶇
但背影伴你疲累相對
沙不怕風吹
在某天定會凝聚
若我可再留下來

迫不得已唱下去的歌裡
還有多少心碎
可否不要往後再倒退
讓我不唏噓一句
白髮已滄桑 無夢再期望

山不再崎嶇
但背影伴你疲累相對
沙不怕風吹
在某天定會凝聚
若我可再留下來」

2016年4月21日 星期四

隨筆七

S:

  剛才在超級市場,看見一位年約三十、穿繡花連身裙、扎短馬尾的女士,突然令我回想小學一段往事:

  班上有位女同學,是個「典型的模範生」。她成績很好,曾考全級第一、又是風紀隊長、又是合唱團成員(傳統的好學生總是唱合唱團的)。她是班長,甚得老師歡心。

  我不知道她在班上的人緣有多好,但至少以前我很討厭她。她只和成績最好的學生玩;每次我在課室做些稍為出位的事,她便帶有微笑,以不屑的眼光射向我,把我標籤成壞學生;她的一舉一動,都散發著自命不凡的氣質。

2016年4月17日 星期日

You thought love is beautiful

(casual writing)

Dear S,

Two years ago today, Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away. On his day of death, I was reading his book One Hundred Years of Solitude. I didn’t know that until a month later.

And today, I’m reading another book of his – Love in the Time of Cholera. It has been more than two weeks that I’ve started reading it, but I’ve just finished the second chapter. (130 pages out of 400 something) The reasons are, first, I would like to taste it slowly in detail, and secondly, I’m pretty busy this month. S, you’re busy for your exam, me too for my academic. You know what? I’m planning to go for an exchange program in Shanghai in the next semester, therefore this is already the last semester for me to gain GPA for university admission; and this is already the last month before the semester ends. Anyway, I would would like to say it that, like you, I’m busy and stressed on my academic too.

But that’s not important. Especially when I’m in the mood of talking about love. What I want to say is that, there are two things that you probably think they are beautiful: Love and the end.

2016年4月10日 星期日

Emotion-triggering shit

Dear S,

I’ve been training (forcing) myself to be rational recently. This Wednesday, when I was attending English course at school, the teacher told us to discuss: Is progress always good? Is that important to preserve the tradition? And she asked me to deliver my opinion to the class.

I answered: Yes, I think progress is always good, and it is not important to preserve the tradition. As “preserve” is a verb – to preserve – it refers to an action and implies one try to keep something from washing out intentionally. I don’t agree with such act. What should stay would always remain. If things are really right, they will not vanish. Identities won’t change; equations won’t change, because they are correct.

Soon, another classmate had also answered the same question. She (I don’t remember who exactly she was actually) said something like traditions should be kept and passed on; they are valuable because they have existed for long; it would be bad if they fade out, etc.

If that was a debate, I would surely have won. The other has no logic at all. But anyway it wasn’t a debate. I bet most people in the classroom would stand on her side if they had to choose whose answer’s better. The reason is very simple: mine sounded cold and hers sounded warm.

2016年4月3日 星期日

Wind power is out

The wind has gone and wind power is out.
Only the scent was left behind.
We thought there was nothing more to hallucinate about,
But I found myself in a bind.

The star and the bird-woman would never talk to me.
Levitate me!
Levitate me!

Let me be the object for once!