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Monday, November 30, 2015

Hello

那年開始的時候我們聊得不錯，然後好像慢慢相對無言，分手初期，曾經以爲可以假裝什麽都未有發生，可以一如既往，可是這終究過不了自己，過了一段艱難的日子，又然後工作多了，卻幾乎每次溝通都要吵架似的，這樣過了多年，現在我們終於可以像老朋友一樣聊天。

與其唏噓，不如感恩，我不願意永遠地恨我愛的人，雖然那愛因爲現實環境而必須撥亂反正（說得好聽一點叫被升華），或許該說愛出於貪婪，我們必須升華只能像老朋友一樣。

Hello不一定是這樣的，若要如何，全憑自己。

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Monday, November 23, 2015

Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move...
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like a dream come true

But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment?
Before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God
This reminds me, Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

I was so scared to face my fears
Cause nobody told me that you'd be here
And I swore you moved overseas
That's what you said, when you left me

You still look like a movie
You still sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

When we were young...
(When we were young)
When we were young...
(When we were young)

It's hard to win me back
Everything just takes me back
To when you were there
To when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on
Just in case it hasn't gone
I guess I still care
Do you still care?

It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

When we were young...
(When we were young)
When we were young...
(When we were young)

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
I'm so mad I'm getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young

相隔四年，萬衆期待的Adele新專輯25在11月20日面世便勢如破竹，裏面我最喜歡的是這首歌，首次聽到的時候感觸落淚。

Adele在官方網頁說，如果上一張專輯是關於分手，這張就是關於補償。

由Chasing Pavement ，Make You Feel My Love 到現在When We Were Young，Adele的歌娓娓訴説我的故事似的，雖然到目前還不能盡如人意，請問世上有多少事能盡如人意呢？

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

最後一餐你會吃甚麽？

http://henryhargreaves.com/no-seconds

來自紐西蘭的攝影師 Henry Hargreaves在《No Seconds》拍下美國死囚的最後一餐，希望從食物的角度，反映出他們面對死亡的態度。

在美國，各州的死刑判決並不相同，對待死囚的態度也不一樣，但基於人道，大部分都會滿足他們的願望，送上想要的餐點。有些地區限定「最後一餐」有上限金額，以避免浪費資源，有些地區則是典獄長會自掏腰包請吃大餐。

Henry Hargreaves 並非首位拍下最後餐點的攝影師，但他還將死刑犯的簡要資訊、罪行、餐點名稱和用餐情境，羅列在照片旁，例如55 歲的Angel Nieves Diaz 因謀殺和綁架被判刑，他拒絕點餐，就此上路；Victor Feguer 只點了一個橄欖；Ronnie Lee Gardner 是少數選擇槍決、而非注射死亡的人，他點了龍蝦、牛排、蘋果派和冰淇淋，搭配《魔戒》小說；John Wayne Gacy 身上背著 33 條人命，他曾經是 3 家肯德基的經理，最後一餐也選擇肯德基全桶炸雞，搭配草莓做結。

這些餐點都是 Henry Hargreaves 在工作室裡重建而成，就像是囚犯看見的餐點一樣，「當你讀相關的死刑資料，就只是統計數字和名字列表，但最後一餐更能看見死刑犯們背後的性格，多了一點人的味道，」Henry Hargreaves 說。

Monday, August 31, 2015

「過去」的試探

昨晚我在面書說：

「過去兩天，我跟兩個不同圈子、遭遇相同的朋友說了相似的話：「過去」的確會不時到訪，它一出現，人難免會想起，有時難免唏噓......

你面對與否，它都會繼續來試探你，儘管你起初多激動、熱情的「接待」，慢慢你會無動於衷。

那叫「麻木」也好，「放下」也好，記住：「你要來我也不一定要歡迎你接待你，你可以呆在一旁，或者乾脆回去！」

既然生命未必如我意，我選擇去做如我意的事—只要世上還有鞋和香檳可買！」

一個女的被少自己六嵗的男同事熱烈追求，以爲精誠所致，結爲佳偶，後來男的有了小三丟了婚姻，女的重遊舊地，感觸難免；另一個男的和同性伴侶同居十年，物質上金錢上都努力滿足對方，然而後來對方抽到經濟房屋，不時找理由吵吵鬧鬧，最後不歡而散。

我的確有點唏噓！

Sunday, August 23, 2015

比你差的人才會在你背後補刀

在面書看到這個，很有意思！

Monday, August 17, 2015

If You Ever Fall in Love...

Michael Fiore說：

如果愛，就愛那個想知道你最愛甚麽顔色，喜歡甚麽咖啡的，

愛那個愛看到你笑而且願意做任何事引你發笑的，

愛那個把頭放在你胸膛聼你心跳的，

愛那個在大庭廣衆吻你，因爲愛你而感到自豪所以將你介紹給全世界認識的，

愛那個會令你問「為什麽我從前怕愛人」的，

愛那個無論如何都不願傷害你的，

愛那個愛你一切缺點而且覺得你完美的，

愛那個願意一生每天醒來都見到你的。

如果不會那樣愛，不如罷了。

刹那間我竟然希望希澈會是那個人！

Monday, August 10, 2015

More Devil:DD

Devil!

Sunday, August 02, 2015

金星說

看了金星姐說猶如當頭棒喝！

甜言蜜語應該每個男人都能說一點點，那個肯為自己女人付諸行動的男人才值得女人付託終身。

Saturday, August 01, 2015

Por El Amor de Amar

2011年西班牙導演艾慕杜華的《我的華麗皮囊》情節荒誕，人物奇怪，受害者和加害者只差一綫，有些血腥是眼看不見卻令人心寒。

這電影卻有一首動人的插曲。

Quiero la luz del sol
También quiero el azul del cielo en el mar
Quiero mas sin fin
para no tener nunca que terminar
como la flor feliz de ver como nace la flor
Hoy mi sombra se deshace como el viento

Quien me quiera amar,
amará tambien lo peor de mi, con ardor
El corazon del mundo canta en mi corazón
mis pies siguen bailando sin cesar
Desde que pareciste todo es celebracion
y todo el dolor desapareció

Necesito amar
quiero ser la luz que besa la flor
Necesito amar
ser la flor que se da solo con pasión.

I want sunlight
I also want the blue sky at sea
I want more endless
to never have to end
as happy to see flower born flower
Today my shadow falls apart like the wind

Who wants to love me,
also love the worst of me, burning
The world's heart sings in my heart
my feet are constantly dancing
Since everything is disappeared celebration
and all the pain disappeared

I need love
I want to be the light kissing the flower
I need love
be the flower that gives only passion.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

關於喝酒，海明威如是説

海明威語錄

Monday, July 27, 2015

Devils are Dancing!

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Memory - Milan Kundera

"Memory cannot be understood, either, without a mathematical approach. The fundamental given is the ratio between the amount of time in the lived life and the amount of time from that life that is stored in memory. No one has ever tried to calculate this ratio, and in fact there exists no technique for doing so; yet without much risk of error I could assume that the memory retains no more than a millionth, a hundred-millionth, in short an utterly infinitesimal bit of the lived life. That fact too is part of the essence of man. If someone could retain in his memory everything he had experienced, if he could at any time call up any fragment of his past, he would be nothing like human beings: neither his loves nor his friendships nor his angers nor his capacity to forgive or avenge would resemble ours.

We will never cease our critique of those persons who distort the past, rewrite it, falsify it, who exaggerate the importance of one event and fail to mention some other; such a critique is proper (it cannot fail to be), but it doesn't count for much unless a more basic critique precedes it: a critique of human memory as such. For after all, what can memory actually do, the poor thing? It is only capable of retaining a paltry little scrap of the past, and no one knows why just this scrap and not some other one, since in each of us the choice occurs mysteriously, outside our will or our interests. We won't understand a thing about human life if we persist in avoiding the most obvious fact: that a reality no longer is what it was when it was; it cannot be reconstructed." ~ Milan Kundera

不用數學計算，回憶也是不能被理解的，基本定出那是生命長短與回憶裏的生命的比率，沒有人嘗試計算這個比率，實際上也無法計算，我可以在沒有多大風險的情況下假設回憶保留不大於百萬分之一以上，百萬分之一，簡單來説就是生命裏極其微少的部分，這也就是人的本質。如果有人可以保留他的記憶，他經歷過的每件事，如果他能在任何時間呼喚他過去的任何片段，他不是人類：不管他的愛還是他的友誼，不管他的憤怒還是他寬恕和報復的能力都與我們的相似。

我們不斷批評那些歪曲，重寫，僞造自己過去，或是誇大某件件的重要性而不提另一事件的人；這樣批評是公正的，但如果在此之前我們不對人的記憶本身進行批評，他们就不重要。因爲人的記憶，可憐的記憶，最後能做些甚麼？它只能留住過去可憐的一小部分，没人知道為甚麽留住的恰恰是這一部分，而不是另一部分，我們每個人都神秘地進行這一選擇，超越我們的意志和興趣。如果我們竭力排除下面這一最爲明顯的道理我們將無法理解人的生命：事實已非當時模樣；還原是不可能的。