Thursday, March 31, 2011

前面是甚麼?
我懷念背後的美景,
所有的聲音喃嘸喃嘸催促我向前走。

我說,不,我走不了。
沒有勇氣,沒有力氣,只有一肚子的怨氣。
但原來我不用自己走。

大家在同一條河道上漂浮。
只能前進,不能逆流。

下一秒,分支,
你往你的明媚風光,
我去準備被大浪吞噬。

抵死!
聲音又再嘲笑我跳船。
我說了句髒話,然後手掩着耳朵。

聲音仍在,
而且一字一句更清楚的,
笑得更猙獰。

是我心裏的小鬼。

我火了,
恨不得把心挖出來,
王石俱焚。

但我怕痛。

不過又有何妨?
反正已在痛。

痛不在錯過了的,
卻在知道已無法再回到船上。

捱下去,
是無止境的折磨,
是繼續的捱。

笑吧,笑吧,繼續笑吧。

然後,
我發現,
原來,
根本沒人在笑。

根本沒人理會。

噬!

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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Strawberry Fields Forever

我是懷着忐忑的心情去決定考多次IELTS的。
為了一個數字。
但這數字是我最後一個仍能感到點點點點點點點點自豪的證據。
我很不願意親手把它毀滅。
是的,我已經將自我價值與這個虛幻的數字緊扣在一起了。
過往我最鄙視別人作的,今日我完全套用到自己身上了。
但若果連這也沒有了的話,我已不知道自己可以再怎樣了。
謝謝你們告訴我讀文學不應該太市儈地計較數字。
那計算我的GPA時也能夠不把中文科計算在內嗎?
我承認自己有責任,但無改這些仍是狗屁廢話的事實。
***
想起那時每次坐X1都會經過的一塊塊無邊際的田。
夏天會長出一大片的黃黃的油菜花田。
所以是真的,任何本來平平無奇的東西,逝去之後也能鋪上一層薄薄的哀愁。
不知怎的,就會變得漂亮和令人懷念。
人如是,景如是。
這就叫point of no return?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

This is entirely fictional. (1)

「咔嚓」一聲,很不經意的,就把這看似牢不可破的咖啡罐打開了。
然後他想起那個很聰明很聰明但卻不懂開汽水罐不懂扭水瓶蓋的她。
天才的故事總是讓人神往。
她的才華已經將這些瑣碎的缺點完全蓋過了。

然後他霎地發現,一個如此簡單的動作把他出賣了。
原來他並不是天才,卻只是千萬個能夠做出這種普通人認為是普通事的普通人之一而已。

Paul McCartney在唱「Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...」。

發回了被評為垃圾一般的論文,心有一沉,但已不是之前般的呼天搶地了。
畢竟他只是一個會開咖啡罐的庸才

鐵塔上的天空藍不藍,賽納河畔的牛角包香不香,都不再重要了。
就當這是僅僅足夠點一點頭,交換一個微笑的交錯,然後不會再見。

又怎樣了?由他吧。
有在下面襯托的人,才顯得上面的人高貴。
他一直都知道清楚自己的位置是很重要的。

Paul McCartney又在唱「Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be...」。

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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Such beautiful lyrics.


最美一幕
還未閉幕
最闊的路在塵世遠方
最好知己永在身旁
聽我講
我從不說謊

我想相聚
誰便再聚
我想歡樂便隨意去追
我想相信我做得對
想到人極疲累

我自信
有日如願
縱使天高地厚
仍被我逆轉

假使
一生會沒了沒完
總有日會如願

當結局未揭穿

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

癲狗亂吠

其實我並不討厭中文。
怎可能討厭?曾經滄海難為水嘛,而我從來不是容易忘情的人。
只是中文討厭我而已。

所以做老師有甚麼好?隨時一個小小的決定就毀了學生一生,不用解釋,不用爭辯,刺激透了。

不記得是誰跟我講,說只不過這些遊戲的規則不適合我玩罷了。
但我們不就只是着重這些規則嗎?我們能夠不玩嗎?你趕不上玩不了就會被自然淘汰,Simple as that。

一直都誤以為自己非池中物,不知是不是所謂入過「名校」的錯。
看不起人,總覺得自己差極都有個譜。
以為有着比其他人清高的情操,卻只是自命清高。
好高騖遠,希望有一番成就,但連車邊都未掹得上。

回心一想,對比起這種生活,原來我比較想住洋樓養番狗揸波子飲紅酒。
以搵大錢為終身目標的人,你們是有福的。
雖然未必個個搵到,但最終成功的人總會在你們中間。
沒有如此目標的人,是不能夠走到這一步的。

你說我變了,可能是真的。難怪之前老一輩的總是說你班八十後當真正踏入社會面對現實時就會自然乖乖就範。
或許大家都曾年少輕狂,但若果可以安安穩穩上岸做個優皮中產扮吓bourgeoisie,誰能抗拒?
美女香車當前,很想要吧。
我想呀。

你們恥笑中大碩士又毒又無叉用,我反而真心可憐他。
挑,縮班咪縮班,根本個個都係為自己利益着想。
一邊話要cut budget,另一邊講到正氣凜然,最後咪又係驚死自己個仔入唔到得唔到「優質教育」。
你個仔有料就有料,唔通入到名校就曉飛會教你Defence Against the Dark Arts?冇料好心就認命啦,夾硬俾你入到去咪又係出唔返嚟。

其實我已經很幸福,曾經機會在我面前,放棄的是自己。
咎由自取,與人無尤。

快啲捉我歐化啦,中文達人。

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

How can you mend a broken heart? (Reprise)

Every night before I sleep I just hope it's just a bad, bad nightmare.

Just I always get disappointed the next morning.

The past few years have been a real mess.
While people are finding ways to prove their existence, I wish there's a way to do it the other way round.

As we are yet to have a real one, I took a ride on my own time machine - to read my old blogs.

March is always a special month for me, as in all the previous March, they were filled with unexpected events, both good and bad.

It was March 2008, I was eagerly anticipating a reply from the L school.
I was excited, and at the same time, nervous.

Early in the month, I took an entrance exam, which was considered as a breakthrough already for a foundation course student.
I didn't give a shit at all. All I needed to know was the result.

My IELTS result also came out that month, and it looked alright. I thought perhaps there could be a miracle coming?

Days after days, I just couldn't focus on doing anything.
My heart skipped a beat every time a new email came.
But no. None of them was from the school.

I kept waiting, until the very last day of the month.
And I got rejected.

How nice it was.
Then a pitiful prospectus got torn into pieces.

It was March 2009, I had an telephone interview from the C school. I did well and they gave me an offer. An offer with the condition that's totally unachievable. And I screwed it up. It was the closest distance between the the C school and me.

It was March 2010, I was (mis)diagnosed and treated as a mentally ill person. Ha ha.

These are just a little part of my March stories.

So many people are getting interviews or even offers now. Does it irritate me? No. Not at all.

Life just seems to be lighter when you're not hoping for anything good.

And I am just waiting for crappy things to happen in the next couple of weeks, with some excitement.

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