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看第一部I not stupid不知是多久前的事了,留下不错的印象,所以看到BT上放出了too,毫不犹豫的下下来看了。虽然是新加坡风味的小制作,情节上也有刻意安排的不自然成分,但绝对是值得一看的家庭伦理片。幽默的细节仍然是那么夸张直白,就比如说被淹没在唾沫的海洋,左耳进右耳出,都取其字面意思表达。片子似乎很长,到了后半段故事发展变得激烈起来,煽情的场面也是接踵而至,躲也躲不了。家家都有难念的经,不过爱是永恒的主题。
剧泄警告!!(a tiny bit of spoiler) 只觉得的有一处处理的极为突兀,丈二和尚摸不着脑的莫名所以,就是病榻的那一幕,突然气氛一转,轻松的安慰着什么别担心,脸色很好,一定会康复的,然后紧接着就正对他爸的遗照。wat the f*()??! 结尾也不能那么马虎吧?
两个男主角长大了不少,都很帅啊,难怪看有些影评里有人很惋惜的说“why are they all straight?” 小时候 vs 现在 (洪赐健怎么看都有点像Dickson)
小孩子发育起来真是惊人啊。。。感慨中。昨天老妈请刚入学的freshman一男吃饭,名叫吴越,真该来苏州的。问我是不是也大一,我说我大三了,惊讶说“好老!”我抽你啊,臭小鬼!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
来。来。安妮。
来。来。善生。
前几天去文化市场买书看,到处都是安妮宝贝的《莲花》,决定还是买来拜读一下。现在脑海里冒出来的就是这句。来。来。善生。其实很想读安妮前期的作品,可惜找不到,也许在正规大书店才能看到。
善生。是安妮喜欢的聚合体,第六感。而其中出现的女性,也许是安妮自身的写照。安妮是不是很喜欢岩井俊二的作品呢?应该是吧,如此注重画面和意象的两人。
连打了十几个喷嚏,打到精疲力尽,眼泪扑扑的流。谁想我也不用那么猛吧。
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1. z, 2006-08-30 11:04:36 [回复]
恩,因为,喊别人的名字是很亲密/诡异的行为,有种说不清的魔力。
这句话出现太多啦,不想记住也记住了。
除了这句,印象里还有他骑车飞驰下坡的那一处,汗水和泪水,让我想到love letter里女孩子在风雪天滑下冰冻的斜坡,淡薄的衣服飘飞的发丝。看到地上躺着的蜻蜓时她说,“爸爸已经死了吧?”
总觉得两处气味有点像。
2. jady, 2006-08-29 21:29:24 [回复]
my gawd.
MY GAWD MY GAWD.
WHY WHY WHY! WHY stuck 在你们脑海里的都是这句话?昏了。。在西藏的时候有一天,坐车一天,傍晚到达,住店,懒在床上,xifu同学拿出莲花,胁迫我读给她听,便是要求从这句开始。。。笑场n次。实在很难用声音表述。后来写小说也是用了它开头。。啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊疯了。
enlighten me!!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
My name is Jane Jones
去了极乐的rock station,兴隆依旧,丝毫不受反盗行动的波及,老板仍然是那身份神秘的男子,看似大学毕业,说着比一般人强悍些的英文,脑子里装着世界电影目录总集,如果有google movie的话,铁定是用他的脑细胞写成的algorithm,输入残缺不全的关键字,无论中英,他都能立即找出,高兴的话还跟你说推荐度。突然想收集 Natalie Portman的电影,看过的/没看的也就寥寥几部,智齿的Leon the Professional,诱惑至极的Closer,还有激进的V。问老板说,有没有“这个杀手不太冷”,说出口时还有些不好意思,因为这个翻译的太冷了。
回家当晚就挖出Closer,看之前想起Jady提起的Damien Rice,I can't take my eyes off you,没想到在片头那段熟悉的音乐就直窜耳庭,开始怀疑DVD是不是盗版烧坏了,把片尾放在了前头,看完后明白这段巧妙安排的寓意,回味无穷。
I'm Jane Jones. Plain Jane Jones. Truth is plain, but you can't see. Vanity and lies devour you, devour us. I'm deceptively yours, your love vainly mine.
说实话也写不出啥大感想。就强烈的觉得Dan如此虚荣,被他的爱情之箭射中的俩love birds,也是如此的虚荣,可笑,肮脏。似乎每个人都有处女癖,sex的严重性被无限度的扩张。Alice是淤泥中的莲藕,你以为最受人鄙弃的脱衣舞女,却对爱情如此的忠贞,她为他们的爱哭泣,倔强屈辱的眼泪在题为陌生人的镜头下闪烁,没有人会明白。
The Aquarium钓马子那段我倒看的挺乐,如此nonsense。
也许时差还没倒好,晚10点就昏昏欲睡,似乎能听到自己贪婪的呼吸声,大口大口的吸着氧气,深入肺血,酥麻的感觉蔓延每个指尖,就这样沉沉入睡,在凌晨自然醒来,电脑还开着,想听听音乐舒缓麻痹,还是选了Sleepy ab.的四季,闭着眼睛枕在被褥上聆听,因为开着空调,席子有些凉飕飕,又带着梦醒前的破碎片断。看《说舍得》的序里作者告诫大梦惊醒时切不可睁眼,要在黑暗中慢慢回味,才能序梦。于是我在音乐中再次昏昏欲睡,不记得序的什么梦,只觉着孤独,彻心的寂寞,鼻息间的一丝丝空气如此冰凉,思念,存在,欲望,清醒时一定会置疑的轮回及种种的命中注定,都开始变得真实,却又无意义到让人想流泪,然后逐渐远去。梦里的梦,不知会不会自我延续。可惜我早就睁开了眼,也许是害怕,一个劲的发呆。
晚饭过后一人出去散步,突然想去竹徽桥畔看夜景,走了一身臭汗燥热,到达桥顶看到湖畔的小道垂柳,因为光和影的和谐慢慢安静下来,突然又想到,孤身一人的旅行者,每到一处好景,在兴奋陶醉之余,是否也有那么些遗憾?无法和别人分享那一刻的失落?我一定是失落的部落,毫无疑问。待了不到一分钟转身往回走了,似乎没有了慢慢品尝的耐心。等桂子来了一定带她也来这里走走,只是不知道懒女人是否愿意散步。美好的夜晚似乎应该毫无顾忌的牵手,甩着手臂像孩子一样唱着幼稚的歌大步前进。可惜我早已不是小孩儿,也许无法享受那份纯粹。人会有欲望,有奢求,于是不再单纯的快乐。
今天约了同学一起去看张老师,一年下来似乎发胖了些,挖赛,那个小越越,真是人来疯,被她折磨到不行,被拐去充当她“小节目”的热心观众,还必须积极参与。其实也就是被拉着手在房子里到处转,“这是厕所,看,这是储藏室。”每个角落都被她一一介绍过,还拈手拈脚进了她爸的卧室,她爸在酣睡,我被扯着没法子脱身,只能贼到底,在床四周绕了一圈,以示“到此一游”,方才放我出去,进入下一个目的地。罪过啊罪过。我可不是有意要看你的睡姿的,要怪就怪你女儿把家里的秘密都卖了!初中里交情并不深的女生,再次见面时有了新的认识。女孩子家说苏州话真是很嗲,柔柔酥酥的很好听,可惜我不会,让我嗲几乎没可能。我逗小孩子都极为吃力有被良心,果然还是缺乏母性。
我初中里记得的事很少,听张冰说有一堂历史课,老师说起三国演义,她激动的很,为了表示共鸣不停的在台下“嗯!嗯!”ing,我和华振坐她前面,开始划“正”字记录她嗯了几次,下课后放声的笑。这种事情也许很多,我都不记得了。
哎,坐了两个半小时的公交车,头痛。想买王菲的碟子,都盗版到天马行空,还不如我荡mp3。还看到5个盒装一套的The Ultimate Jazz收藏,Jady看到了一定会抓狂。哈哈,有谁送我就好了。
回家当晚就挖出Closer,看之前想起Jady提起的Damien Rice,I can't take my eyes off you,没想到在片头那段熟悉的音乐就直窜耳庭,开始怀疑DVD是不是盗版烧坏了,把片尾放在了前头,看完后明白这段巧妙安排的寓意,回味无穷。
I'm Jane Jones. Plain Jane Jones. Truth is plain, but you can't see. Vanity and lies devour you, devour us. I'm deceptively yours, your love vainly mine.
说实话也写不出啥大感想。就强烈的觉得Dan如此虚荣,被他的爱情之箭射中的俩love birds,也是如此的虚荣,可笑,肮脏。似乎每个人都有处女癖,sex的严重性被无限度的扩张。Alice是淤泥中的莲藕,你以为最受人鄙弃的脱衣舞女,却对爱情如此的忠贞,她为他们的爱哭泣,倔强屈辱的眼泪在题为陌生人的镜头下闪烁,没有人会明白。
The Aquarium钓马子那段我倒看的挺乐,如此nonsense。
也许时差还没倒好,晚10点就昏昏欲睡,似乎能听到自己贪婪的呼吸声,大口大口的吸着氧气,深入肺血,酥麻的感觉蔓延每个指尖,就这样沉沉入睡,在凌晨自然醒来,电脑还开着,想听听音乐舒缓麻痹,还是选了Sleepy ab.的四季,闭着眼睛枕在被褥上聆听,因为开着空调,席子有些凉飕飕,又带着梦醒前的破碎片断。看《说舍得》的序里作者告诫大梦惊醒时切不可睁眼,要在黑暗中慢慢回味,才能序梦。于是我在音乐中再次昏昏欲睡,不记得序的什么梦,只觉着孤独,彻心的寂寞,鼻息间的一丝丝空气如此冰凉,思念,存在,欲望,清醒时一定会置疑的轮回及种种的命中注定,都开始变得真实,却又无意义到让人想流泪,然后逐渐远去。梦里的梦,不知会不会自我延续。可惜我早就睁开了眼,也许是害怕,一个劲的发呆。
晚饭过后一人出去散步,突然想去竹徽桥畔看夜景,走了一身臭汗燥热,到达桥顶看到湖畔的小道垂柳,因为光和影的和谐慢慢安静下来,突然又想到,孤身一人的旅行者,每到一处好景,在兴奋陶醉之余,是否也有那么些遗憾?无法和别人分享那一刻的失落?我一定是失落的部落,毫无疑问。待了不到一分钟转身往回走了,似乎没有了慢慢品尝的耐心。等桂子来了一定带她也来这里走走,只是不知道懒女人是否愿意散步。美好的夜晚似乎应该毫无顾忌的牵手,甩着手臂像孩子一样唱着幼稚的歌大步前进。可惜我早已不是小孩儿,也许无法享受那份纯粹。人会有欲望,有奢求,于是不再单纯的快乐。
今天约了同学一起去看张老师,一年下来似乎发胖了些,挖赛,那个小越越,真是人来疯,被她折磨到不行,被拐去充当她“小节目”的热心观众,还必须积极参与。其实也就是被拉着手在房子里到处转,“这是厕所,看,这是储藏室。”每个角落都被她一一介绍过,还拈手拈脚进了她爸的卧室,她爸在酣睡,我被扯着没法子脱身,只能贼到底,在床四周绕了一圈,以示“到此一游”,方才放我出去,进入下一个目的地。罪过啊罪过。我可不是有意要看你的睡姿的,要怪就怪你女儿把家里的秘密都卖了!初中里交情并不深的女生,再次见面时有了新的认识。女孩子家说苏州话真是很嗲,柔柔酥酥的很好听,可惜我不会,让我嗲几乎没可能。我逗小孩子都极为吃力有被良心,果然还是缺乏母性。
我初中里记得的事很少,听张冰说有一堂历史课,老师说起三国演义,她激动的很,为了表示共鸣不停的在台下“嗯!嗯!”ing,我和华振坐她前面,开始划“正”字记录她嗯了几次,下课后放声的笑。这种事情也许很多,我都不记得了。
哎,坐了两个半小时的公交车,头痛。想买王菲的碟子,都盗版到天马行空,还不如我荡mp3。还看到5个盒装一套的The Ultimate Jazz收藏,Jady看到了一定会抓狂。哈哈,有谁送我就好了。
Friday, August 25, 2006
Home Sweet Home
Some funny happenings worthy noting of.
We were carefully choosing among the few options of how we're gonna go to the airport. Our classmate has a private van which he uses for small business of driving people to and from the airport at a price of 30 dollars, not much cheaper compared to taxi. In the end we decided to take the subway which only costs two bucks. HAHA what a satisfiying feat!
Going through the custom wasn't smooth at all. There's a new regulation which states that all liquids and gels are prohibited. I wasn't aware I was carrying a small bottle of Esteem Lauder perfume and a tube of facial cleanser in my small pocket. "You either check them in another baggage or throw them away." "Throw them away??!" I was gasping nonetheless (although I know it's normal). For a bottle of perfume costs a lot and I hardly use it! In the end I had to borrow a plastic carrier from the nearby magazine shop and empty all the stuff in my backpack so I could check in my perfume and facial cleanser! Stupid!! And they didn't even discover the eye dropper Ya was carrying. Isn't that liquid as well???
15h flight, slept through half of it, ate through 1/4 of it, read through 1/4 of it. Borrowed "The portable Dorothy Parker" from the library, a Viking 'portable' of a single distinctive writer. I read an anthology of Dorothy Parker back in JC. Her poems are witty, feminine but limited in style and verse. And I've always had the impression that she being an extremely beautiful woman filled with suicidal thoughts, eventually died young. It turned out after I read the introduction to the book, that to the exact contrary, rather ironcially, Ms Parker died an old lady, lonely and old, just like anybody else while all the while her writings were filled with death scenes and morbid thoughts. That makes her half pretentious and ingenuine to some extent but still I enjoyed her monologues more than any author I've read so far (not many so to speak), especially in a short essay titled 'The Waltz'. I just have to laugh all my organs out and am head over heels at her sarcastic yet hillarious descriptions of the psychology of a tormented dancer.
Some quotes from 'The Waltz" >>
Here I was, minding my own business, not doing a stitch of harm to any living soul. And then he comes into my life, all smiles and city manners, to sue me for the favor of one memorable mazurka. Why, he scarecely knows my name, let alone what it stands for. It stands for Despair, Bewilderment, Futility, Degradation, and Premediated Murder, but little does he wot. I don't wot his name, either; I haven't any idea what it is. Jukes, would be my guess from the look in his eyes. How do you do, Mr. Jukes? And how is that dear little brother of yours, with the two heads?
... There was I, trapped. Trapped like a trap in a trap.
I'm past all feeling now. The only way I can tell when he steps on me is that I can hear the splintering of bones. And all the events of my life are passing before my eyes. There was the time I was in a hurricane in the West Indies, there was the day I got my head cut open in the taxi smash, there was the night the drunken lady threw a bronze ash-tray at her own true love and got me instead, there was that summer that the sailboat kept capsizing. Ah, what an easy, peaceful time was mine, until I fell in with Swifty, here. I didn't know what trouble was, before I got drawn into this danse macabre. I think my mind is beginning to wander. It almost seems to me as if the orchestra were stopping. It couldn't be, of course; it could never, never be. And yet in my ears there is a silence like the sound of angel voices...
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I know I behaved abnominably, dispicable if you despise me. I was acting very cold or just dumb. I slept all the way from the airport en route home while he sat there trying to bring on a conversation, mostly reminiscing the tiny bits from childhood I could scarecly remember. At least I made an effort to recall but still failed. And I was being honest in saying "I can't recall. My memory is hazy." Maybe, or certainly if disregarding his inentions and what not, it is ME who's overreacting and therefore spoiling the fun which we could've enjoyed as old friends in a reunion. He just wants to have a good conversation, savouring the old fun. What is your bloody problem??! Ah, I'm a social failure.
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1. z, 2006-08-28 16:59:35
No worries. We lived (and are living) through each other's (in)adequacy without a problem. So be happy with it ;P
2. jady, 2006-08-28 12:26:02
lol, what a time to come across this word again--was talking of 'social deficiency' to a friend two days earlier..personally i think i can never be as adequately and spontaneously social as need be, so probably the only thing i can do is to feel comfortable with my own level of social (in)adequacy, and Others just have to live with it. hiahiahia.
3. z, 2006-08-27 22:18:26
how it continues, i'll quote the last paragraph in my next entry. I won't call myself social failure then, "social inadequacy"? I'm really just too harsh and self-defensive.
4. jady, 2006-08-26 00:33:49
crazy liquid regulation, interesting passage (i'd really like to know how it continued), and no, that doesn't make anybody a 'social failure.' that's perfectly normal reaction to some really awkward situation. you'd be helluva social genius if you could talk perfectly normal and cheerful to him...take you time. let things figure themselves out. ^^
We were carefully choosing among the few options of how we're gonna go to the airport. Our classmate has a private van which he uses for small business of driving people to and from the airport at a price of 30 dollars, not much cheaper compared to taxi. In the end we decided to take the subway which only costs two bucks. HAHA what a satisfiying feat!
Going through the custom wasn't smooth at all. There's a new regulation which states that all liquids and gels are prohibited. I wasn't aware I was carrying a small bottle of Esteem Lauder perfume and a tube of facial cleanser in my small pocket. "You either check them in another baggage or throw them away." "Throw them away??!" I was gasping nonetheless (although I know it's normal). For a bottle of perfume costs a lot and I hardly use it! In the end I had to borrow a plastic carrier from the nearby magazine shop and empty all the stuff in my backpack so I could check in my perfume and facial cleanser! Stupid!! And they didn't even discover the eye dropper Ya was carrying. Isn't that liquid as well???
15h flight, slept through half of it, ate through 1/4 of it, read through 1/4 of it. Borrowed "The portable Dorothy Parker" from the library, a Viking 'portable' of a single distinctive writer. I read an anthology of Dorothy Parker back in JC. Her poems are witty, feminine but limited in style and verse. And I've always had the impression that she being an extremely beautiful woman filled with suicidal thoughts, eventually died young. It turned out after I read the introduction to the book, that to the exact contrary, rather ironcially, Ms Parker died an old lady, lonely and old, just like anybody else while all the while her writings were filled with death scenes and morbid thoughts. That makes her half pretentious and ingenuine to some extent but still I enjoyed her monologues more than any author I've read so far (not many so to speak), especially in a short essay titled 'The Waltz'. I just have to laugh all my organs out and am head over heels at her sarcastic yet hillarious descriptions of the psychology of a tormented dancer.
Some quotes from 'The Waltz" >>
Here I was, minding my own business, not doing a stitch of harm to any living soul. And then he comes into my life, all smiles and city manners, to sue me for the favor of one memorable mazurka. Why, he scarecely knows my name, let alone what it stands for. It stands for Despair, Bewilderment, Futility, Degradation, and Premediated Murder, but little does he wot. I don't wot his name, either; I haven't any idea what it is. Jukes, would be my guess from the look in his eyes. How do you do, Mr. Jukes? And how is that dear little brother of yours, with the two heads?
... There was I, trapped. Trapped like a trap in a trap.
I'm past all feeling now. The only way I can tell when he steps on me is that I can hear the splintering of bones. And all the events of my life are passing before my eyes. There was the time I was in a hurricane in the West Indies, there was the day I got my head cut open in the taxi smash, there was the night the drunken lady threw a bronze ash-tray at her own true love and got me instead, there was that summer that the sailboat kept capsizing. Ah, what an easy, peaceful time was mine, until I fell in with Swifty, here. I didn't know what trouble was, before I got drawn into this danse macabre. I think my mind is beginning to wander. It almost seems to me as if the orchestra were stopping. It couldn't be, of course; it could never, never be. And yet in my ears there is a silence like the sound of angel voices...
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I know I behaved abnominably, dispicable if you despise me. I was acting very cold or just dumb. I slept all the way from the airport en route home while he sat there trying to bring on a conversation, mostly reminiscing the tiny bits from childhood I could scarecly remember. At least I made an effort to recall but still failed. And I was being honest in saying "I can't recall. My memory is hazy." Maybe, or certainly if disregarding his inentions and what not, it is ME who's overreacting and therefore spoiling the fun which we could've enjoyed as old friends in a reunion. He just wants to have a good conversation, savouring the old fun. What is your bloody problem??! Ah, I'm a social failure.
***
1. z, 2006-08-28 16:59:35
No worries. We lived (and are living) through each other's (in)adequacy without a problem. So be happy with it ;P
2. jady, 2006-08-28 12:26:02
lol, what a time to come across this word again--was talking of 'social deficiency' to a friend two days earlier..personally i think i can never be as adequately and spontaneously social as need be, so probably the only thing i can do is to feel comfortable with my own level of social (in)adequacy, and Others just have to live with it. hiahiahia.
3. z, 2006-08-27 22:18:26
how it continues, i'll quote the last paragraph in my next entry. I won't call myself social failure then, "social inadequacy"? I'm really just too harsh and self-defensive.
4. jady, 2006-08-26 00:33:49
crazy liquid regulation, interesting passage (i'd really like to know how it continued), and no, that doesn't make anybody a 'social failure.' that's perfectly normal reaction to some really awkward situation. you'd be helluva social genius if you could talk perfectly normal and cheerful to him...take you time. let things figure themselves out. ^^
等等
王菲 等等
词:林夕
曲:蔡健雅
因为看了一场伟大电影
于是就期待会逛一逛街
因为站在灯下谈了整夜
于是习惯了你的亲切
这样子两个人
这一切会有甚么样情节
因为看著你脱下了袜子
于是就期待穿你的拖鞋
因为你的甜点那么体贴
于是把我过去的铜铁
一下子都毁灭
这一切泪一样迫在眉睫
等晴天等雨天
等待你给我意外
感谢你让我有人想等待
等你来等你在
等你怎么样离开
感谢你还没对著我说爱
感谢你等待所以我存在
感谢我还没确定有多爱
开始牵手亲吻拥抱 等等
起初的轰烈都没有差别
最后故事怎么样子完结
有没有下一个圣诞节
还好我不了解
守候在一无所知的世界
等一千零一夜
等待误解再等待妥协
然后等到我们互想了解
再等到互相轻蔑
词:林夕
曲:蔡健雅
因为看了一场伟大电影
于是就期待会逛一逛街
因为站在灯下谈了整夜
于是习惯了你的亲切
这样子两个人
这一切会有甚么样情节
因为看著你脱下了袜子
于是就期待穿你的拖鞋
因为你的甜点那么体贴
于是把我过去的铜铁
一下子都毁灭
这一切泪一样迫在眉睫
等晴天等雨天
等待你给我意外
感谢你让我有人想等待
等你来等你在
等你怎么样离开
感谢你还没对著我说爱
感谢你等待所以我存在
感谢我还没确定有多爱
开始牵手亲吻拥抱 等等
起初的轰烈都没有差别
最后故事怎么样子完结
有没有下一个圣诞节
还好我不了解
守候在一无所知的世界
等一千零一夜
等待误解再等待妥协
然后等到我们互想了解
再等到互相轻蔑
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
快乐的单恋
哭笑不得却不是什么好笑的事。我会一辈子单恋,不会忘记你,虽然会心痛,会嫉妒,会患得患失,但难过的时候不会松手。因为日子仍然是快乐的,没有结果也不是什么大不了的,比起在一辈子的时光里能遇见相知,就很快乐了。往往因为得不到回报而哀伤,得不到回报天又不会塌,你过的好就好。有很多东西要从头学,学会为你的幸福而快乐,学会不因得不到而迷失方向。舍不得也要舍得,残忍就残忍。我会好好珍惜你,做一个快乐的聪明人。
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1. G, 2006-09-09 12:27:05
你会吗zhu?希望你会吧!
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1. G, 2006-09-09 12:27:05
你会吗zhu?希望你会吧!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Ikea之游
昨天在网上查Ikea该怎么去,没想到google到了Wikipedia,说多伦多有去Ikea的shuttle bus,晕!说到Ikea的名字,这里人都发“eye-kea”的音,正确的似乎该读“ee-kea”。摘抄一段Wiki上的名字由来,高明啊!
IKEA was founded in Älmhult, Sweden in 1943 by Ingvar Kamprad, then 17. The company name is a composite of the first letters in his name in addition to the first letters of the names of the property and the village in which he grew up: Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunnaryd. This acronym is incidentally similar to the Greek word οικία [oikia] (home) and to the Finnish word oikea (correct, right).
Ikea卖的是北欧的生活情调,小资百领的DIY姿态。小小一方角落经他们设计竟也能住人了,而且相当浪漫。室内装潢真是千奇百态。
右眼角有些疼,怕是要长针眼!不要啊!!
世界很小,多伦多更小。这不在茫茫人海中竟然撞见去年我们biochem lab的TA,帅哥一个,有着漂亮的希腊卷发,大卫似的身材(管你怎么理解)。8过他没看到我们,更好,因为发现他正和一个男的热烈血拼ing,惊讶之余我们面面相觑,该不会是gay吧?开始核对证据。鸭子说她lab的Jamie曾经说“Jonathan is gay.”她不信,理由是“But he doesn't have ear piercing.”(谁说gay都要扎耳洞了?!)Jamie一笑了之。“Jamie该不是jokingly telling me the truth吧?”鸭子后之后觉的说。我可是第一天见到Jonathan就觉得他行为举止有点c呢。而且Jonathan没事有事的就和一女TA大庭广众之下搂搂抱抱(像树袋熊悬在棵大树上,这棵树就是Jonathan了)八成是因为“我是gay,我怕谁!”才如此嚣张?
J,最左的摩天大楼是也。Best TA Award颁奖典礼。他确实很有效率,人也nice,可说他是Best TA,我还是不敢苟同啊。果然还是人际关系吧。
IKEA was founded in Älmhult, Sweden in 1943 by Ingvar Kamprad, then 17. The company name is a composite of the first letters in his name in addition to the first letters of the names of the property and the village in which he grew up: Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunnaryd. This acronym is incidentally similar to the Greek word οικία [oikia] (home) and to the Finnish word oikea (correct, right).
Ikea卖的是北欧的生活情调,小资百领的DIY姿态。小小一方角落经他们设计竟也能住人了,而且相当浪漫。室内装潢真是千奇百态。
右眼角有些疼,怕是要长针眼!不要啊!!
世界很小,多伦多更小。这不在茫茫人海中竟然撞见去年我们biochem lab的TA,帅哥一个,有着漂亮的希腊卷发,大卫似的身材(管你怎么理解)。8过他没看到我们,更好,因为发现他正和一个男的热烈血拼ing,惊讶之余我们面面相觑,该不会是gay吧?开始核对证据。鸭子说她lab的Jamie曾经说“Jonathan is gay.”她不信,理由是“But he doesn't have ear piercing.”(谁说gay都要扎耳洞了?!)Jamie一笑了之。“Jamie该不是jokingly telling me the truth吧?”鸭子后之后觉的说。我可是第一天见到Jonathan就觉得他行为举止有点c呢。而且Jonathan没事有事的就和一女TA大庭广众之下搂搂抱抱(像树袋熊悬在棵大树上,这棵树就是Jonathan了)八成是因为“我是gay,我怕谁!”才如此嚣张?
J,最左的摩天大楼是也。Best TA Award颁奖典礼。他确实很有效率,人也nice,可说他是Best TA,我还是不敢苟同啊。果然还是人际关系吧。
Sunday, August 20, 2006
在忙吗?
秦腔
说舍得:中国人的文化与生活
作者:贾平凹
秦腔(1)
摘抄>>
农民是世上最劳苦的人,尤其是在这块平原上,生时落草在黄土炕上,死了被埋在黄土堆下;秦腔是他们大苦中的大乐,当老牛木犁疙瘩绳,在田野已经累得筋疲力尽,立在犁沟里大喊大叫来一段秦腔,那心胸肺腑,关关节节的困乏便一尽儿涤荡净了。秦腔与他们,要和西凤白酒,长线辣子,大叶卷烟,牛肉泡馍一样成为生命的五大要素。若与那些年长的农民聊起来,他们想象的伟大的共产主义生活,首先便是这五大要素。他们有的是吃不完的粮食,他们缺的是高超的艺术享受,他们教育自己的子女,不会是那些文豪们讲的,幼年不是祖母讲着动人的迷丽的童话,而是一字一板传授着秦腔。他们大都不识字,但却出奇地能一本一本整套背诵出剧本,虽然那常常是之乎者也的字眼从那一圈胡子的嘴里吐出来十分别扭。有了秦腔,生活便有了乐趣,高兴了,唱快板,高兴得像被烈性炸药爆炸了一样,要把整个身心粉碎在天空!痛苦了,唱慢板,揪心裂肠的唱腔却表现了多么有情有味的美来,给了别人以享受,美也熨平了自己心中愁苦的皱纹。当他们在收获时节的土场上,在月在中央的庄院里大吼大叫唱起来的时候,那种难以想象的狂喜,激动,雄壮,与那些献身于诗歌的文人,与那些有吃有穿却总感空虚的都市人相比,常说的什么伟大的永恒的爱情是多么渺小、有限和虚弱啊!
我曾经在西府走动了两个秋冬,所到之处,村村都有戏班,人人都会清唱。在黎明或者黄昏的时分,一个人独独地到田野里去,远远看着天幕下一个一个山包一样隆起的十三个朝代帝王的陵墓,细细辨认着田埂上,荒草中那一截一截汉唐时期石碑上的残字,高高的土屋上的窗口里就飘出一阵冗长的二胡声,几声雄壮的秦腔叫板,我就痴呆了,感觉到那村口的土尘里,一头叫驴的打滚是那么有力,猛然发现了自己心胸中一股强硬的气魄随同着胳膊上的肌肉疙瘩一起产生了。
今市子资料
非公式网站Ayakashi no Kage(妖的景)
http://homepage2.nifty.com/fleurs/ayakashi.html
代表作品(我看过的)
《百鬼夜行超》,《成人的问题》,《沉浸在幸福的彼方》,《不笑的人鱼》,《B级美食俱乐部》,《相爱太早》,《五箱物语》等(注:除了《百鬼》为妖异故事,其他多多少少都涉及同性爱,不过主要描写普通生活)
还有《沙上的乐园》,什么什么的都没看过
喜欢上今市子的3个原因:
1. 名字,笔名单字“今”,喜欢
2. 淡雅的水彩画
3. 故事情节(这个是重点,不过上面那个也不能说是次重点)
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今市子
4月11日生
白羊座
AB血型
富山县出身
代表作: 《百鬼夜行抄》、《GAME》、《成人的问题》、《沙之王国》
提起今市子,大多数人最先想到的应该就是《百鬼夜行抄》:特有的气氛渲染和独到的漫画叙述手法,像她的画风一样给人留下深刻的印象。而在这期的欣赏栏目中我们就步入她的画集《夕景》中去,在神秘绮丽的花丛中畅游,随便闲谈一下这位喜欢樱花和文鸟的漫画家吧。
今市子对绘画的兴趣可以上溯到她的高中时代,但更为重要的是她在这个时期阅读了大量的恐怖小说,在恐怖的氛围里抓住读者的好奇心,在不蔓不枝的气氛渲染中将故事娓娓道来,她后来漫画创作中那种神秘灵异的笔触,应该和她早年间这段积累有分不开的关系。曾经在《葡萄》上看到她的访谈,里面提到给她留下印象最深刻的恐怖小说是《猿之手》(在中国的译名是《猴手三愿》,作者为英国的小说家W·W·雅各布斯,多年前阅读时也曾经把我吓得够呛)。记得那位苍老父亲恍惚间向猿手许的愿望是见到死去的儿子,谁曾想僵尸竟然从墓中爬出,半夜里来轻轻叩门。不禁想起《百鬼夜行抄》里律的祖父不忍看到女婿暴死,命令青岚附体还魂的场面。虽然没有那样恐怖,但也颇有异曲同功之妙。
今市子在东京女子大学读书的时候,加入了学校里的漫画研究社,开始绘制一些同人作品,十年之后再来看这些早期的稚幼之作,可以看到许多熟悉的影子。从这时开始,她开始给漫画家做助手(主要是BL类作者)最初是森川久美,然后是山岸凉子,等到能够和自己的偶像秋尾望都一样列身知名漫画家行列的时候,已过了整整十年的时间,在这助手生涯中,她不断积累,走出了属于自己的道路。
国情有别,有些在日本可以被普遍接受的思想或行为,在今天的中国仍旧不具备现实意义。站在这样的立场看来,BL也许是应该回避的,至少有应有的含蓄。但虽然也创作过不少的BL(BOYS LOVE)题材漫画,今市子却不应该被单纯地归入BL漫画家的行列,因为毕竟我们还可以在“沙之乐园”中翻看“百鬼夜行抄”,可以一边“怀念花的记忆”一边考虑“成人的问题”。题材是表面的东西,却未必是作品的灵魂,至少这些作品本身是非常优秀的,也是目前国内的道德标准可以普遍接受的。
Randomness
1. Where's my piggy clock? Butabon is dead.
2. Jade secretly reversed her ehours url. Click> ehours.blogspot.com, no url found. I had to go to lesukuleles and dug up her blogger profile to locate her new den!
3. ET's blog skin. I hate clicking on Enter first, then journal of illusion, after so many clicks just to discover she's still doing quizes. And, I often confuse message from beyond with the real chatter box.
4. Gang is back blogging. Surprisingly.
2. Jade secretly reversed her ehours url. Click> ehours.blogspot.com, no url found. I had to go to lesukuleles and dug up her blogger profile to locate her new den!
3. ET's blog skin. I hate clicking on Enter first, then journal of illusion, after so many clicks just to discover she's still doing quizes. And, I often confuse message from beyond with the real chatter box.
4. Gang is back blogging. Surprisingly.
Nearing the end of summer
My last update before I go back to my sweet home next Tue!
About my project, to sum it up, I've successfully completed what's on the summer agenda. After all the frustration everything just worked like magic in the last week. Everything that I spent 3 months' hard work on and still went haywire just suddenly all worked out in one week's time. Funny isn't it? In layman's term, my project is to make green fluorescent fusion proteins which could be easily monitored and visualized under confocal microscopes. The protein our lab is interested in is an adhesion protein found in slime mould and it's responsible for cell aggregation, sorting, signalling, the various aspects of development. The protein consists of two parts, each playing a different function and I was to take them apart and join them seperately with green fluorescent protein to study their individual functions. The way to do it isn't really complicated. Normal PCR and cloning will do the trick but numerous 'accidents' happened along the way, some of which weren't exactly within my control to say the least. Alas, I can enjoy my 3 week holiday in peace now. Thanks for everyone who cheers me on, or encourages me in their own eccentric way lol. Happy the end of summer!
And I've moved to a double room :P coz the rental is so much cheaper. House moving is a pain as usual. I'll post up some photos of my new room tomorrow (maybe).
About my project, to sum it up, I've successfully completed what's on the summer agenda. After all the frustration everything just worked like magic in the last week. Everything that I spent 3 months' hard work on and still went haywire just suddenly all worked out in one week's time. Funny isn't it? In layman's term, my project is to make green fluorescent fusion proteins which could be easily monitored and visualized under confocal microscopes. The protein our lab is interested in is an adhesion protein found in slime mould and it's responsible for cell aggregation, sorting, signalling, the various aspects of development. The protein consists of two parts, each playing a different function and I was to take them apart and join them seperately with green fluorescent protein to study their individual functions. The way to do it isn't really complicated. Normal PCR and cloning will do the trick but numerous 'accidents' happened along the way, some of which weren't exactly within my control to say the least. Alas, I can enjoy my 3 week holiday in peace now. Thanks for everyone who cheers me on, or encourages me in their own eccentric way lol. Happy the end of summer!
And I've moved to a double room :P coz the rental is so much cheaper. House moving is a pain as usual. I'll post up some photos of my new room tomorrow (maybe).
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Movied!
House moving officially took place. Luckily the double room is only next door, 5m away but still, nothing's really smooth with 2 doors blocking the way. The room looks scarily symmetrical and therefore there's no advantage as to which side to reside on. Left. Left. I don't know why I prefer left although both sides look exactly the same. Maybe I like facing the street and seeing the red car lights flashing on and off after all. The view will be magnificent on a storm raged winter night, where everything is completely wiped out by the snow, no movement, no sound, and the archaic building with seeminly thousand windows south of street will look like a replica of the Czar palace in its dimmed glory. But you only get to see that around 4am, if you could stay up that late.
Home. This will be my home.
Home. This will be my home.
Friday, August 18, 2006
相爱太早
今市子的作品一直很喜欢,开始只是被她的插画吸引,那种淡雅脱俗实在让人嫉妒。后来看了《百鬼夜行超》,虽然是怪异的故事,但情节人物的刻画都是上等的艺术之作。有时候,看她的漫画和读晦涩怀旧的小说没大区别。今天不留意又看到这部作品,自从初中看到书名后,就一直被吸引着,然后到此时此刻仍然是停留在憧憬遐想中,一页未翻。至于为什么会被吸引,也许是封面的安静不喧,却又胜过千言万语。相爱太早,仅一个“太”字,就栽下了遗憾的苗,似乎不该,似乎无助。
预见流水账的到来,因为又是不知从何说起。
这两天都没有好好睡,应该很累了,但又处于半空虚,半焦虑的状态,整个人只能用煎熬来形容。刚才觉得呼吸不畅,开始怨恨bra,我真的很讨厌这不知何人何时的发明。凡是觉得窒息了,我都一股脑的把问题归咎于bra,估计是大冤枉,因为我不肥,绝对不是被勒出来的。纯粹的燥热没有去处,注意力便集中到无辜的某一处,像聚焦太阳光一样,不一会儿就烧起来,整个人更是抓狂的想发泄,起身想去洗澡,脚在桌下蹭啊蹭,只套上一只拖鞋,低头看也没见另一只,就满房间转圈圈儿的找,我像杀人诶!!!
倒转到一天前。昨晚在刚那里过的夜,原本只是去给她做饭,吃完后就开始聊,聊的内容主要也就是未来,感情,性格,云云。无论性格如何迥异,感情总是大同小异,除非你是禁欲者。总让我想起不相关的那句话,All happy families resemble each other, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way。只要是凡人,终究会孤独,终究逃不过患得患失。我问刚,习惯会不会让人产生依恋的错觉?就如我和桂子,是否一切只是假象?刚说我很依赖别人,粘人,而且只粘准一个。不否认从小学开始就是如此,身边必定会有一个形影不离的友人,同出同进,几乎好到像穿一条开裆裤的铁兄弟。初中的时候是曹,是班长,小学的友人也是班长,高中时是ET。父母都说我的朋友像我的保镖。她们也都是开朗直性子的人,和我正相反,也是因此才被吸引。可我和桂子,如果用这个理论套,似乎说不通。可我也懒得再想,真的很累了。只能说八成都是自作多情,为什么如此自虐,仍然放不了手。毫无防备的心软,什么铁石心肠,什么铜墙铁壁都在顷刻间崩溃决堤。桂子是个不负责任的人,为什么还值得执著。似乎那些瑕疵和不完美,也是神伤的催化剂,痛恨,却又无法撒手。为什么坐自己的大牢,她却在远处潇洒。最后只能说为什么自己那么笨,那么拗,那么贱。一年后会怎么样,试着想象最终离别的场景,也许会大哭一场,痛痛快快的哭,哭走七年的狗屁默契,看着它焚烧,然后怎么办。想这么多也就只有我,所以是庸人自扰。解决办法似乎只有转移注意力,况且也没这个奢侈再多想。为自己活着,就要FOCUS。这就是为什么我如此失败的主要原因。
很无理头的笑话,不记下来有点可惜。
我和Sherry开始讨论未来的打算,最终得此结论:“没工作就去卖咸鱼!”这句话从Sherry嘴里道来有很多可行性。因为她家做的菜真tm咸,有两次去吃都暗自感叹“这家人的taste buds绝对变异了。”她还绘声绘色的说,“咸鱼啊咸鱼,不咸不要钱!”我都笑岔气了,突然想到,“如果你在学校对面摆摊儿,我就在街对面做你的对家,专门卖鱼和盐,请按1比10的比例食用,不咸不要钱!”后来把我们的打算转告给Shrivani,blah blah we sell fish,她很不解的问“Why are you selfish?”。。。
然后是今天中午Eric说的笑话,他的小儿子Jeremy有一天说“Dad, I'm a fun guy!”Eric哑然,怎么儿子会说自己是fungi? 不对啊,fungi是复数,怎么样也该说“I'm a fungus!”吧?
刚说,engineering science的男生都很恐怖,自身条件都很惨不忍睹,却又自视清高,对女生还相当desperate。她不幸被一印度男生盯上,那男生像鼻涕冲似的粘在她左右,却又没任何表示,因此被刚定义为“焦虑型”男生。有一次刚msn上display name是“The maker makes”,brokeback mountain里用的插曲,如此感人。结果,5分钟后,那男生很不知趣的把自己的display name改成“The dreamer dreams ",这样的男生,会一辈子光棍儿吧?!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
狗不理
今天其实应该纪念一下,长达3个月都不合作的clones,终于做成了!第一次一口气做24个mini preps,一共用了估计100来个Eppendorf tubes,有点点麻木。做miniprep早就得心应手,而且也总结出了自己的所谓“tricks”,但终究太单一无聊,一边听mp3一边手里上上下下的pipette。结果终于出来的时候,Shrivani也在一旁,似乎是很好意的想陪我,无论结果好坏。意想不到的24个clones有23个都是阳性,哈哈。Kiss you goodbye, Domain II, DdCAD-1 GFP!! 高兴的太早果然有点心虚,真正好坏需要sequence过后才能肯定。不管怎么样,能在回家前做出点东西到底是很开心,想到后天的送别饭心里也舒畅了很多。反正如果不行,开学了回来继续做呗,只是有点窝囊罢了。
和Jady聊啊聊,等到终于从粘乎的板凳上站起来时才发现裤子估计弄脏了,有粘湿的感觉,不妙啊。然后3点去洗内裤,边洗边想为什么女的要一次次的流血才能成熟,仔细分析似乎非常原始,是真正意义上脱一层皮,掉一块肉的蜕变,残忍却又深切的在痛里生长,就为了能孕育另一个生命。女人果然是不可思议的造化之物。有时候这样的想法不便和别人讨论,太唐突,八成还会被人说变态。我初中的时候,学校里发卫生巾(做广告而已),是超薄型的超强力吸水类型,回家就按照小册子介绍的做测试,倒了一杯水在护垫上,看着水珠凝结成蓝色的胶粒状,很激动,还写了周记教给班主任。后来似乎被Beier说变态。
Lab完了去刚那里蹭饭,可惜她脚扭了,行动不便也没做吃的,幸好钟晓来送肉包子,救了两个绝望的灵魂。一饭盒的狗不理,我真的第一次听说这个名字,被嘲笑“你还是中国人么你?”,后来知道是天津特产,吃着像南方的小笼包,只是没那么水汁汁,也没尝出特别。百度了一下名字的由来,摘抄于此
“狗不理” 创始于1858年。清咸丰年间,河北武清县一农家,四十得子,为求平安,取名“狗子”,期望像小狗一样好养活(按照北方习俗,此名饱含着淳朴挚爱的亲情)。狗子十四岁来津学艺,在一家蒸食店铺做小伙计,狗子心灵手巧又勤学好问,练就一手好话,不甘寄人篱下,自己摆起包子摊,它以水馅半发面,口感柔软,鲜香不腻,形似菊花,色香味形都独具特色,引得十里百里的人都来吃包子,生意十方兴隆,狗子忙得顾不上跟顾客说话,这样一来,吃包子的人都说“狗子卖包子不理人”,日久天长,都叫他“狗不理”。
当年,哀世凯在天津编练新军,将“狗不理”包子带入皇宫,敬献慈禧,太后大悦,曰:“山中走兽云中雁,腹地牛羊海底鲜,不及狗不理香矣,食之长寿也。”从此“狗不理”名声大振。
很久没有那么开心畅怀的和朋友聚在一起吃喝聊天,纯粹的开心,不停的笑。饭后(其实没饭,只有包子三大盒),我们还正儿八经的品茶。我带来了西兰香,那次去黄山旅游时非常喜欢的一品,带点儿甜味的香茶,还买了一筒说要带回来慢慢喝,结果也没泡几次。我们三个是如假包换的茶痴,并非痴迷,而是白痴的愚痴。反正就是茶么,泡开了就喝=.=||
方的主动让我觉得害怕,看来我并不很期待任何发展。而期待的人,却只是频频让自己伤心而已。遂得此结论,写在msn display name里。l is a b, then u d。read, Love is a Bitch, then you Die. 十分钟后终究后怕被人看穿了,不好解释,于是换上了正在播放的歌,蔡健雅的my color tv set,其实也相当颓废,自暴自弃。也许该学着所谓“大人的狡猾”,维持着暧昧的关系,糊里糊涂的过,双方都惬意。
和Jady聊啊聊,等到终于从粘乎的板凳上站起来时才发现裤子估计弄脏了,有粘湿的感觉,不妙啊。然后3点去洗内裤,边洗边想为什么女的要一次次的流血才能成熟,仔细分析似乎非常原始,是真正意义上脱一层皮,掉一块肉的蜕变,残忍却又深切的在痛里生长,就为了能孕育另一个生命。女人果然是不可思议的造化之物。有时候这样的想法不便和别人讨论,太唐突,八成还会被人说变态。我初中的时候,学校里发卫生巾(做广告而已),是超薄型的超强力吸水类型,回家就按照小册子介绍的做测试,倒了一杯水在护垫上,看着水珠凝结成蓝色的胶粒状,很激动,还写了周记教给班主任。后来似乎被Beier说变态。
Lab完了去刚那里蹭饭,可惜她脚扭了,行动不便也没做吃的,幸好钟晓来送肉包子,救了两个绝望的灵魂。一饭盒的狗不理,我真的第一次听说这个名字,被嘲笑“你还是中国人么你?”,后来知道是天津特产,吃着像南方的小笼包,只是没那么水汁汁,也没尝出特别。百度了一下名字的由来,摘抄于此
“狗不理” 创始于1858年。清咸丰年间,河北武清县一农家,四十得子,为求平安,取名“狗子”,期望像小狗一样好养活(按照北方习俗,此名饱含着淳朴挚爱的亲情)。狗子十四岁来津学艺,在一家蒸食店铺做小伙计,狗子心灵手巧又勤学好问,练就一手好话,不甘寄人篱下,自己摆起包子摊,它以水馅半发面,口感柔软,鲜香不腻,形似菊花,色香味形都独具特色,引得十里百里的人都来吃包子,生意十方兴隆,狗子忙得顾不上跟顾客说话,这样一来,吃包子的人都说“狗子卖包子不理人”,日久天长,都叫他“狗不理”。
当年,哀世凯在天津编练新军,将“狗不理”包子带入皇宫,敬献慈禧,太后大悦,曰:“山中走兽云中雁,腹地牛羊海底鲜,不及狗不理香矣,食之长寿也。”从此“狗不理”名声大振。
很久没有那么开心畅怀的和朋友聚在一起吃喝聊天,纯粹的开心,不停的笑。饭后(其实没饭,只有包子三大盒),我们还正儿八经的品茶。我带来了西兰香,那次去黄山旅游时非常喜欢的一品,带点儿甜味的香茶,还买了一筒说要带回来慢慢喝,结果也没泡几次。我们三个是如假包换的茶痴,并非痴迷,而是白痴的愚痴。反正就是茶么,泡开了就喝=.=||
方的主动让我觉得害怕,看来我并不很期待任何发展。而期待的人,却只是频频让自己伤心而已。遂得此结论,写在msn display name里。l is a b, then u d。read, Love is a Bitch, then you Die. 十分钟后终究后怕被人看穿了,不好解释,于是换上了正在播放的歌,蔡健雅的my color tv set,其实也相当颓废,自暴自弃。也许该学着所谓“大人的狡猾”,维持着暧昧的关系,糊里糊涂的过,双方都惬意。
Sunday, August 13, 2006
A brief stop
It's been a month since my last entry. I was feeling kind of guilty disappearing from blogspot like that and when I browsed through the others' blogs. Heck, no update either. So it's still summer where everyone's in non-operating mode.
I'll be going back home in a week and therefore the past few weeks have been the most hectic, the culmination of summer craze! A big chunk of my time is spent in lab as usual and out of my notice(when did it happen, really?), I have a few more jobs newly added to the task list although they're in essential, revovles around the same cloning technique. Sometimes even Shrivani, the master student who guides me along gets pretty lost as what stage I'm at. Once we discussed it over lunch. I said 'A is for B. C is for D. A is not for the purpose of D. I'm doing AB.' my progress report of some sort and after a brief silence where I stared at her for confirmation of my correctness and she, stared at me practically just dumbfounded by the amount of things going on in paralle, we both bursted out laughing. Hail to all the mess.
When the hand hits seven or eight, I thought 'hey, maybe I should go home. I kinda want to go home.' It's hard resisting the temptation of homely comfort but I know if I don't finish it today, I'll have to do it again tomorrow anyway and in between, 12 good hours are wasted for nothing. I lugged all my snacks and instant drinks from home to our cafeteria. A cup of steamy capuccino/hot chocolate really helps boosting the half dormant neurons.
Anybody heard of a non mainstream Japanese group called 'Sleepy ab.?' Ah I should probably post this in uku. Their style is atmospheric and abstract (so comes 'ab' in the name), filled with colourful visions.
I shouldnt' shy telling my buffet experience. This Thur. after lab, I went to an 'all you can eat' sushi buffet with my labmate Sherry. It's 19+ dollar each. We ate 35 dollars worth. I ordered lots of dishes just coz they have funny names. I should've known better the Japanese illiterate me was in a rather dangerous postion blind ordering off the menu like that. Therefore in the 5th round of order, I pointed randomly at a name under 'soup, noodles and wat not'. It was called 'Ten Don', clean and simple. I thought 'Don' sounds similar to the chinese pronounciation of 'Tang'(as in soup). We all know Japanese borrows from Chinese kanji so my guess shouldn't be too much off the target. Who cares what Ten is. It's a Don. And I need a Don. (the thirsty me speaking) In 10 min's time, a big steamy bowl of rice richly topped with tempura, sweet potatoes and fried beans loomed into my sight. What da hell is this?? After non-believing, checking and rechecking, there was no doubt I, I, ordered the monster bowl. That was a final, lethal blow to self confidence.
I'll be going back home in a week and therefore the past few weeks have been the most hectic, the culmination of summer craze! A big chunk of my time is spent in lab as usual and out of my notice(when did it happen, really?), I have a few more jobs newly added to the task list although they're in essential, revovles around the same cloning technique. Sometimes even Shrivani, the master student who guides me along gets pretty lost as what stage I'm at. Once we discussed it over lunch. I said 'A is for B. C is for D. A is not for the purpose of D. I'm doing AB.' my progress report of some sort and after a brief silence where I stared at her for confirmation of my correctness and she, stared at me practically just dumbfounded by the amount of things going on in paralle, we both bursted out laughing. Hail to all the mess.
When the hand hits seven or eight, I thought 'hey, maybe I should go home. I kinda want to go home.' It's hard resisting the temptation of homely comfort but I know if I don't finish it today, I'll have to do it again tomorrow anyway and in between, 12 good hours are wasted for nothing. I lugged all my snacks and instant drinks from home to our cafeteria. A cup of steamy capuccino/hot chocolate really helps boosting the half dormant neurons.
Anybody heard of a non mainstream Japanese group called 'Sleepy ab.?' Ah I should probably post this in uku. Their style is atmospheric and abstract (so comes 'ab' in the name), filled with colourful visions.
I shouldnt' shy telling my buffet experience. This Thur. after lab, I went to an 'all you can eat' sushi buffet with my labmate Sherry. It's 19+ dollar each. We ate 35 dollars worth. I ordered lots of dishes just coz they have funny names. I should've known better the Japanese illiterate me was in a rather dangerous postion blind ordering off the menu like that. Therefore in the 5th round of order, I pointed randomly at a name under 'soup, noodles and wat not'. It was called 'Ten Don', clean and simple. I thought 'Don' sounds similar to the chinese pronounciation of 'Tang'(as in soup). We all know Japanese borrows from Chinese kanji so my guess shouldn't be too much off the target. Who cares what Ten is. It's a Don. And I need a Don. (the thirsty me speaking) In 10 min's time, a big steamy bowl of rice richly topped with tempura, sweet potatoes and fried beans loomed into my sight. What da hell is this?? After non-believing, checking and rechecking, there was no doubt I, I, ordered the monster bowl. That was a final, lethal blow to self confidence.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
娴雅生活
Sherry来吃晚饭,我说我没买菜,要煮粥。她听了说一定要跟来,却失望的发现我定义的粥等于黏糊的白饭,里面并没有她期待的皮蛋,鸡肉,蔬菜。“那不是稀饭么?”她叹了口气。我很不解的说,稀饭是泡了水的饭,稀的,不像粥那么稠。
这些都很无关紧要。生活有时就是芝麻米粒大的事,一颗颗的数着也叫过日子。
她找勺子喝粥,却没找到正常的勺,只有一根吃甜点的细条子银勺。我说就用那个吧,没关系。最初是在韩国街超市看到的,很精巧。曾经看到别人写着“汤勺是不能拿来吃冷饮的。” 别皱眉。第一,说此话的人是二十出头的小资,男,留着长发,穿的很花哨。二,他是个时装设计师,有着奇怪的品位。还有就是,他过着娴雅的生活。
这类生活姿态我也很羡慕,但所谓的情调并非刻意经营所得。忙得半死半活,管自己鼻子还是耳朵根冒青春痘的混乱时刻,谁还管什么叉子勺子,用筷子吃冷饮我也认了。但最佩服的还是自己一时冲动的力量,像是梦见Utopia似的就买下来的。
于是又想着要两个酒杯,一个高脚甜点杯,和ET说了一次,没想到她如此细心,某日一人出去溜达说去对街书摊看看,回来后确实有本书在包里揣着,但还多了三个棕纸包裹的玻璃杯。当时的心情应该说是惊喜。
然后,我们三人倒了些红酒,一边聊天一边吃小菜,日子真不错,夜晚突然很美丽。ET走后,就不曾买过酒,那杯子就用来泡热可可。桂子晚上熬夜,叫嚣说肚子饿,我在厨房弄吃的,顺便和了牛奶和可可粉,用滚热的开水泡开了,然后在杯沿上插了片柠檬。可惜切的实在太无形,桂子拿起来端详了一阵,鬼笑了下,放在桌边的一角做空气清新剂用。一来一往的照顾似乎很多,绝望的写paper时,脸极臭,神经紧张到轻轻一播便会绷断,要是尖锐的一头割划到无辜,也是不可避免的。每次火药味弥漫的时候,桂子就会从门缝里探个脑袋,问我饿不饿,不知是不是装出来的三分怯生生的样子,倒让我内疚起来。不多时就有热腾腾的意大利面送到,还有高脚的杯子,盛着鲜橙汁,一晃一晃的很好看。
一个人住的日子,酒杯子,银勺子便和所谓的娴雅差了十万八千。找不到水杯的时候便用它喝龙头上接的自来水,还用银勺子喝紫菜汤。去过一次dollar shop,看到两个磨沙的藏青色玻璃皿,又是一时冲动就买下来了。头两天用来盛樱桃,红葡萄,一周以后用来放吃剩的榨菜。鸭子说这简直是作践浪费。跟你说,我可没有经营一个人浪漫的心情。今天用那勺子吃当天便要过期的yoghurt,原先用它吃榨菜的内疚感,早已不只消逝何处。
这些都很无关紧要。生活有时就是芝麻米粒大的事,一颗颗的数着也叫过日子。
她找勺子喝粥,却没找到正常的勺,只有一根吃甜点的细条子银勺。我说就用那个吧,没关系。最初是在韩国街超市看到的,很精巧。曾经看到别人写着“汤勺是不能拿来吃冷饮的。” 别皱眉。第一,说此话的人是二十出头的小资,男,留着长发,穿的很花哨。二,他是个时装设计师,有着奇怪的品位。还有就是,他过着娴雅的生活。
这类生活姿态我也很羡慕,但所谓的情调并非刻意经营所得。忙得半死半活,管自己鼻子还是耳朵根冒青春痘的混乱时刻,谁还管什么叉子勺子,用筷子吃冷饮我也认了。但最佩服的还是自己一时冲动的力量,像是梦见Utopia似的就买下来的。
于是又想着要两个酒杯,一个高脚甜点杯,和ET说了一次,没想到她如此细心,某日一人出去溜达说去对街书摊看看,回来后确实有本书在包里揣着,但还多了三个棕纸包裹的玻璃杯。当时的心情应该说是惊喜。
然后,我们三人倒了些红酒,一边聊天一边吃小菜,日子真不错,夜晚突然很美丽。ET走后,就不曾买过酒,那杯子就用来泡热可可。桂子晚上熬夜,叫嚣说肚子饿,我在厨房弄吃的,顺便和了牛奶和可可粉,用滚热的开水泡开了,然后在杯沿上插了片柠檬。可惜切的实在太无形,桂子拿起来端详了一阵,鬼笑了下,放在桌边的一角做空气清新剂用。一来一往的照顾似乎很多,绝望的写paper时,脸极臭,神经紧张到轻轻一播便会绷断,要是尖锐的一头割划到无辜,也是不可避免的。每次火药味弥漫的时候,桂子就会从门缝里探个脑袋,问我饿不饿,不知是不是装出来的三分怯生生的样子,倒让我内疚起来。不多时就有热腾腾的意大利面送到,还有高脚的杯子,盛着鲜橙汁,一晃一晃的很好看。
一个人住的日子,酒杯子,银勺子便和所谓的娴雅差了十万八千。找不到水杯的时候便用它喝龙头上接的自来水,还用银勺子喝紫菜汤。去过一次dollar shop,看到两个磨沙的藏青色玻璃皿,又是一时冲动就买下来了。头两天用来盛樱桃,红葡萄,一周以后用来放吃剩的榨菜。鸭子说这简直是作践浪费。跟你说,我可没有经营一个人浪漫的心情。今天用那勺子吃当天便要过期的yoghurt,原先用它吃榨菜的内疚感,早已不只消逝何处。
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
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后记:这是经典的“傲慢与偏见”的例子,是我自己太bitch了。但仍然我觉得当时如此抵触的理由是,我不想要也给不了,还有那个人我一直都很执著。
初三毕业后就极少联系,以至于失去联系。失去联系,反而有见不到的神秘感,所以在平行行走的约六七个年头里,曾好几次都想搞到联系方式,叙叙旧。实践证明,15岁前的印象是有保质期的。叙叙旧,一旦掺杂了适婚的心态,就变得索然无味,甚至让人打冷颤。至少我是这样觉得。不知今年回去到底是怎样的闹剧。常常觉得我22,你充其量也就20,还一厢情愿的认为我时常忧郁,需要别人的关怀照顾。这两样都对,我忧郁,但不悲伤。理论上我需要别人的照顾,事实上也确实需要别人的照顾,但似乎也只局限于父母的支持,友情的互动。和男生谈恋爱,被当成块宝一样照顾,根本是恶梦。也许这样单线的想法反倒让你觉得莫大的满足?why not. 这个坑难道是我自己挖出来的?罪过啊。你也根本什么都不知道,就光看我几张照片就有什么意思了?我们都很肤浅么。
今天又看到网上pride parade的照片,到处都是“We have the right to love”的横幅。对人权,这个权,那个权的词有莫名的反感。权控这样世俗的词似乎和Love不搭界的。随口而出的“I have the right.”像是自我保护的条件反射,什么时候人要为爱做辩解了,要牵扯人权了。爱是不需要理由的,似乎是大多数人的口头禅。说来也讽刺。
论坛上看到有人原搬照抄我网站上的东西,越想越不爽,就私底下发了短信提醒了,说,偶是gcfans论坛的heavenlypigsty。结果那人回说“你说我照搬你网上的我就不清楚了。我是从一个叫七海的网上看来的。”,还给我了url,刺眼的写着heavenlypigsty的字样。真没见过更笨的人了,被人指责了还再确认一遍“啊?你刚骂的是我?”
早晨出门,放着莫的《寂寞的恋人》,其实是该回避的歌,不过偶尔温习一下也没见牵到几根神经,只是红灯时迟迟等最后那句“不要了”竟没来,后才意识到是被这嘈杂的城市给淹了过去,忽驰而过的大卡车实在太吵,那句“不要了”也不知何时就这么溜走了,十分不爽。
小说要继续,可惜毫无思路可寻。先搁一阵子。
后记:这是经典的“傲慢与偏见”的例子,是我自己太bitch了。但仍然我觉得当时如此抵触的理由是,我不想要也给不了,还有那个人我一直都很执著。
初三毕业后就极少联系,以至于失去联系。失去联系,反而有见不到的神秘感,所以在平行行走的约六七个年头里,曾好几次都想搞到联系方式,叙叙旧。实践证明,15岁前的印象是有保质期的。叙叙旧,一旦掺杂了适婚的心态,就变得索然无味,甚至让人打冷颤。至少我是这样觉得。不知今年回去到底是怎样的闹剧。常常觉得我22,你充其量也就20,还一厢情愿的认为我时常忧郁,需要别人的关怀照顾。这两样都对,我忧郁,但不悲伤。理论上我需要别人的照顾,事实上也确实需要别人的照顾,但似乎也只局限于父母的支持,友情的互动。和男生谈恋爱,被当成块宝一样照顾,根本是恶梦。也许这样单线的想法反倒让你觉得莫大的满足?why not. 这个坑难道是我自己挖出来的?罪过啊。你也根本什么都不知道,就光看我几张照片就有什么意思了?我们都很肤浅么。
今天又看到网上pride parade的照片,到处都是“We have the right to love”的横幅。对人权,这个权,那个权的词有莫名的反感。权控这样世俗的词似乎和Love不搭界的。随口而出的“I have the right.”像是自我保护的条件反射,什么时候人要为爱做辩解了,要牵扯人权了。爱是不需要理由的,似乎是大多数人的口头禅。说来也讽刺。
论坛上看到有人原搬照抄我网站上的东西,越想越不爽,就私底下发了短信提醒了,说,偶是gcfans论坛的heavenlypigsty。结果那人回说“你说我照搬你网上的我就不清楚了。我是从一个叫七海的网上看来的。”,还给我了url,刺眼的写着heavenlypigsty的字样。真没见过更笨的人了,被人指责了还再确认一遍“啊?你刚骂的是我?”
早晨出门,放着莫的《寂寞的恋人》,其实是该回避的歌,不过偶尔温习一下也没见牵到几根神经,只是红灯时迟迟等最后那句“不要了”竟没来,后才意识到是被这嘈杂的城市给淹了过去,忽驰而过的大卡车实在太吵,那句“不要了”也不知何时就这么溜走了,十分不爽。
小说要继续,可惜毫无思路可寻。先搁一阵子。
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