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/&gt;究竟他想欺騙誰？或應該說，誰會被他欺騙？我相信在中國，即使沒有機會接受教育的人也知道，在這遍沒有自由的土地上，不可以亂說話，尤其不能說黨的壞話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在過去不夠30天的日子裡，雖然有聖誕和新年的節日氣氛緩衝一下，但是香港和內地仍然發生了不少事情。香港有高鐵和公投的爭議、再有人在鬧市高空掉腐蝕性液體。內地有劉曉波被判監11年、有便衣越境扣押香港示威人士，以及Google退出市場。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12月26日那天，我和爸媽從福建土樓和廈門回來，再次愛上了祖國的文化和歷史，並盤算著下次的旅遊目的地。我一直都很喜歡到內地旅行，因為每個城市和省份的風土人情都有其獨特性，而且怎麼說大家都是中國人，十分親切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，今趟旅行回來，就有一連串心令人痛心疾首又厭惡至極的新聞接踵而來，我越來越開始懷疑，這個國家竟然有多少值得我去愛？這個國家根本不愛愛它的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以前覺得，黨歸黨，人民是人民，有些朋友因為討厭共產黨而拒絕踏足內地，我覺得是太過極端。但現在發現，這個一味以為發展經濟、旅遊就是大道路，不理人們權利和心靈健康的國家，當你再走進去，是一種違背良知的行為。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009年，是六四事件廿周年，是中國建國六十周年。我六四那天去了維園燭光集會，本來也計劃在國慶到北京參加慶祝活動的；因為我9年前的同一天也在那裡，而那年也是我生命中十分值得紀念的一年，但最後因為很多管制的問題，打消了到北京計劃。當時有朋友知道了就說：六四和十一都合你胃合，你真是人格分裂啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，中國人真的要懂得人格分裂；愛國又不懂的，就要有坐牢的心理準備。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8762597353718019534?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2625921143464026342</id><published>2009-10-03T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:02:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大江大海</title><content type='html'>前日國慶日，一口氣看完兩周前錯過了的龍應台在港大舉行的兩個多小時新書發布會後，今天去買來這本上月初在台北書店中翻過數頁後放下的--《大江大海一九四九》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚，看完了第一部份，中間幾次抬頭向媽媽發問。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「那次和公公一起回鄉下，是那一年啊？」&lt;br /&gt;我因為讀到「一九八七年，台灣政府終於允許人們回鄉探看」一句，所以問。&lt;br /&gt;「那裡有回鄉下，只是到了廣州見大媽(公公在大陸的前妻)。應該是一九八七年吧。」我心想，公公是政策一下來就有行動了啊。&lt;br /&gt;「為甚麼只是到了廣州？」 公公祖籍湖北。&lt;br /&gt;「因為公公是少將嘛！」我不明白這是甚麼解釋，但認為是「所以不容許他跑這麼遠」的意思，就沒有再追問。&lt;br /&gt;「那次爸跟大媽好像沒有怎麼聊天吧？」媽沉思了一陣，轉向她老公問。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「你會唸《陳情表》嗎？」&lt;br /&gt;書中講到，每次龍爸談到兒時故事後，就會叫唯一的女兒龍應台唸《陳情表》。龍應台在發布會中說，要等到龍爸過世後，一次回到他的故鄉湖南，聽到一班小學生在課室裡吟這首詞，她方才明白，龍爸喜歡聽她唸《陳情表》是源於對自己母親的思念。&lt;br /&gt;書中列了幾行的《陳情表》，我大部份連字都不會發音，遑論它的意思。媽媽比龍應台少一歲，我心想她們這一輩的人應該都會背吧。&lt;br /&gt;「是諸葛亮的嗎？」&lt;br /&gt;「不知道…」&lt;br /&gt;後來我在網上找了找，《陳情表》是出自李密的，心裡有點失望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「公公有寫自傳嗎？這本書裡的連一個小兵，都有自傳的。」&lt;br /&gt;「公公有寫日記，你要看嗎？在你的床下面。」&lt;br /&gt;「重點是甚麼時候開始寫的，如果由你出生才開始寫，那就…」&lt;br /&gt;「那就甚麼？！」&lt;br /&gt;「那就沒有歷史意義了。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽龍應台的發布會和讀這本《大江大海》感受很深，也心同感受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她說，是在父親過世後、母親失憶後，她才察覺時間的緊迫性，再不寫這本書不行了。隨著一代人的離去，那代人的許許點點滴滴，很快就會遺失，和被遺忘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她也說，年青人，包括她自己，對父母的歷史都不感興趣，所以當她十九歲的兒子認真地將她講的「故事」錄下來時，她十分「受寵若驚」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以前寫過有關於我外婆的兩任丈夫的故事。我一直很遺憾，我是在她已經過世之後，才第一次聽到她的故事。過去我和好朋友都說，希望一起寫一本關於我們的外婆的書。她今年初的時候也認真實行起來，錄起了她外婆講的故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜，我那部份只能嘴邊說說，自我滿足一下。因為外婆已經不在了，公公也不在，祖母也不在了。 雖然他們都活到八十多歲，我本來是應該有足夠的時間的，可惜我太不懂事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命的安排時常像個玩笑，年輕人多不喜歡歷史，但當他們懂得欣賞歷史時，機會已經失去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;值得安慰的是，我還有我的爸媽，我還有公公的日記。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;龍應台在發布會上說，希望這本書能啟發年青人，讀完這本書後聽聽自己父母的故事，發掘身邊的人的故事，因為這個社會裡頭，故事實在太多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;如今站在下關長江邊上，長江逝水滾滾，我更明白了一件事：我們有緣跟這衡山龍家院^的少年成為父子父女，那麼多年的歲月裡，他多少次啊，試著告訴我們他有一個看不見但是隱隱作痛的傷口，但是我們一次機會都沒有給過他，徹底地，一次都沒有給過。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;^衡山是龍爸在湖南的家鄉&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2625921143464026342?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2625921143464026342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2625921143464026342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2625921143464026342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2625921143464026342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='大江大海'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-7824434183699332004</id><published>2009-09-28T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:35:45.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30而立</title><content type='html'>終於30歲了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾位朋友都問我，有甚麼感覺？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老實說，沒有甚麼感覺。我幾年前已經常將30歲提在口邊，一早已經接受了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是，有點生氣，因為我的兩個願望沒有達成。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個是希望在30歲前置業。我自去年底已開始物色物業，過程不詳談了，反正過百間中我喜歡的一隻手也數得完，但因為各種我歸咎是陰錯陽差的問題，而最終無緣。從樓價由金融海嘯的谷底看到反彈30%，我只能一肚子氣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友問我為甚麼這麼想置業，因為有些人還特地不要做蝸牛，樂得一身輕鬆。對我來說，擁有物業是一個achievement，尤其對一個女人士來說，那代表她是完全的獨立了，不用依靠任何一個人。不用靠父母，更不用靠男人。日後有何"三長兩短"，要賣要住，我還有個避風塘，不是嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且當每個人在30歲時，清算自己擁有了甚麼，我除了事業以外，也起碼可以多數一樣東西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜，今天我能數到的，還是唯一的一根手指頭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一個願望，是希望一個人離開香港過生日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29歲生日之後一直盤算應該如何大事慶祝下一個生日，因為總覺30歲的人，將自己的生日看得很大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，隨著今天的迫近，我只想自己一個人靜靜的過。從過去數年的總結，我最開心的時候還是一個人去旅行。而且這陣子，有人的地方我就感到煩厭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;八月，上司突然對我說，九月的最後一周要training。我"哦"了一聲，總不能說我生日，不能training。很失望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九月初，上司竟然告訴我，我的training申請不獲批，不用了。我又計劃我的目的地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一周後，另一個上司告訴我，替我9月28日約了訪問。我又"哦"了一聲，總不能說我生日，不能做訪問。唯有認命了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，我問公關，訪問怎麼樣，他說，不能做了，因為受訪者有急事要飛回上海。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是他媽的。我為何要被困在香港？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人說，土星運行到最接近一個人出生時的位置，需要30年。所以當你30歲那一年，運程和情緒都會受到土星的接近而受影響，生命中也會出現不少變化。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最近真的特別煩躁，只希望未來的一年，我能擺脫情緒化，回復積極和快樂！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-7824434183699332004?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7824434183699332004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=7824434183699332004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7824434183699332004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7824434183699332004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/30.html' title='30而立'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-9075708873844520924</id><published>2009-08-16T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:26:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>李寶椿聯合世界書院</title><content type='html'>十年前，遠望是一片綠樹和白石灣。&lt;br /&gt;今天，前面矗立著超巨型銀湖天峰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年前猴子般的男同學們，&lt;br /&gt;今天腰圍多了二、三圈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年前，整晚跟同學坐在courtyard捨不得睡；&lt;br /&gt;今天，腦中只想著好熱、好癢、好睏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年前朝相夕對的最好朋友；&lt;br /&gt;今天人影不見。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年前，喜歡可以天天行屍走肉，&lt;br /&gt;今天，我想躲起來depress的時間也沒有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;期待多時的三天中學十年聚會，想不到很不經意地就過去了。大約70位同學參與，30多位由外地回來。不少十年沒見，再見，感覺卻仍像昨天。不過樣貌，有些差點認不出來，也有些沒有半點改變。而身型，還好都只是男同學們發福不少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有同學說，聚會應該一星期長，再多過一過漫無目的的生活。對，真的很久沒有過過這種生活，好懷念。時間在年青時用不完，現在已成了奢侈品。那兩年，永遠再找不回來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三天過去了，不知道甚麼時候才再能相聚，也不知道是否再有機會住進校園。好想depress一下，再象徵性留兩滴淚水，不過明天要7:30上班，這一周還要跟沒完沒了的業績搏鬥，我只能爭取時間，睡覺去。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-9075708873844520924?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9075708873844520924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=9075708873844520924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/9075708873844520924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/9075708873844520924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='李寶椿聯合世界書院'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2943456959283780952</id><published>2009-05-16T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:54:08.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拾荒</title><content type='html'>同事說，路透的人來來去去，已習慣了。不過我已來了六個月，還未習慣。今天一位一直給予我不少幫助的資深同組同事要調回上海了，跟她道別時還真有一絲想哭的衝動。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這裡六個月，先後有四位有合作的同事離開了。最先是bureau chief，雖然交叉的時間很短暫，但他的朝氣、寫稿的速度和對同事的尊重，令我印象深刻。他扶搖直上，調到洛杉磯去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之後是決定回家相夫教子的露芙媽媽，因為是舊同事的關係，我初來報到，是她教曉了我很多人事和運作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的同事last day之後，就是下周的Asia investment desk head。他是出了名的帥哥，也出了名好人(雖然兩者我都只持中性看法)。我雖跟他不算熟，但合作多，他調到孟買之後，未來investment desk的運作會有甚麼變化，我是有點擔心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天在pantry，和一位美藉同事談到這問題，他突然問了我一句：你長遠有甚麼計劃？他見我聽不明白，再問：你有沒有計劃以後到紐約還是哪裡？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路透給員工的機會是蠻多的，當然先決條件是要幹得好。紐約、倫敦，更好像是每個——尤其跟銀行、金融新聞——記者的夢寐以求的工作地方。但說真的，撇除是不是有能力、是不是有機會等因素，我也暫時沒有想過要訂「外調」為目標。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小時努力要定時轉換新環境、出國讀書；回港之後，每當對工作生厭時，只要上網找找有甚麼海外工作的機會，也算是有些希望，感到一些安慰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，我已沒有這個ambition。我只想在我熟悉的地方，善用我的人脈，做好我的工作。我在這裡仍有學不完的東西，如果還要到一個新地方重新開始，我只想到一個字：累！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但當我發現我現在的想法時，我覺得好可怕！我是不是變了？變得亳無冒險精神？喪失了上進心？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又回到那個問題：我是不是老了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道價值觀並無對錯，但我還是想回到從前，回到我相信人不應因為舒適而安於現況的時候。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2943456959283780952?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2943456959283780952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2943456959283780952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2943456959283780952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2943456959283780952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='拾荒'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-65066931182237842</id><published>2009-03-29T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:57:52.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>比你想像的大</title><content type='html'>上星期我和同事寫了四間銀行將分別成為上海和廣州的人民幣結算行試點的新聞。"答案"揭曉那一刻好比"人生的一課"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友第一次打來，說中央想在中銀香港以外增添一間清算行，而且另外一間據知已經在籌建有關部門了。第二次打來，說幾間香港銀行已收到中國銀行的信，要預先簽署結算協議。所以我的第一印象已定，是獲批成為結算行的有兩間，分別是中國銀行和另一間銀行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我將我知道的跟一位很資深的內地同事說，她打了幾個電話之後，"確定"(始終中央還未公布，沒有人知道我們報導的是否事實)有四間銀行獲選為試點，分別是中國銀行上海分行、交通銀行、建設銀行廣州分行和招商銀行。很訝異的是，全球市值最大的工商銀行卻榜上無名。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來"事實"比我知道的都要深和廣許多，也可以說，根本是另一回事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跑新聞，很多時候看到的只是事實的一部份，要努力的繼續發掘，才有可能沾到事實的全部。不過，從歷史的角度，事實是不可能全部被知道的。即使是今次的報導，我們寫的也可能只是part of the picture，還有很多我們不知道的，還有未來可能改變的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這像不像人的生命，你只看到你眼前發生的，可能不明所以，但走過之後回頭審視，你才發現everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像電影"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"中敘述的：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it......And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我很滿足，能做自己喜歡的工作。而且每當聽到那一間裁員減薪時，我都感到自己很幸運。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果四個月前，我聽了相士的說法，選了另一份工作，原因是現在的工作中我會和上司合不來甚至被裁，那麼正好相反地，可能我現在已經失業了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一年前我陷入低潮，因為諸事不順，尤其工作令我生厭至極。我曾想，如果當天二選一，我選了另一份工作，日子會否好過點？我不會知道答案，但今天看來，在芸芸減薪潮中，我在那裏也逃不過。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有去年的我，嘗過許多討厭的人和事，今天的我就可能不會這麼看得開，而是和某些同事剛加入現公司時，未能適應而不享受這裡的工作生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也知道，很多"如果"是事後才會聯想出來的，而且"如果"和"就"根本未必有直接關係。很多都是為了自我解釋。但是，你必須要走下去，方會明白今天的意義，則是個"硬道理"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩星期前我在上海，和一個做私募基金的朋友聊起去年底的市況，他說兩個月裡一個生意都做不起來，那時很難捱，想過轉工作，但捱過去後今天市況好起來，又有做不完的投資。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我說，兩個月算很幸運了，最辛苦的是你不知道還要捱多少，那種感覺最難受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在經濟不好，不少親人和朋友都不能對老闆說不幹就不幹了。但即使今天難過，希望你們仍能咬緊牙關，明天，你可能就會明白了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-65066931182237842?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/65066931182237842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=65066931182237842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/65066931182237842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/65066931182237842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='比你想像的大'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2291811220305142606</id><published>2008-12-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:52:16.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>聖誕快樂！</title><content type='html'>近些日子我真的覺得自己很幸運。相比起過去的一年，我覺得一切是有點兒太順利了。希望運氣可以延續下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝大家聖誕快樂！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2291811220305142606?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2291811220305142606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2291811220305142606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2291811220305142606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2291811220305142606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='聖誕快樂！'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2662735112178707139</id><published>2008-11-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:06:35.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生無常</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/SS616X6TGwI/AAAAAAAAABs/37CeLzFNUWc/s1600-h/DSC_6263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352228153006850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/SS616X6TGwI/AAAAAAAAABs/37CeLzFNUWc/s400/DSC_6263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩周之前我在那裡出現過。有很多小販，賣小吃、首飾、玩具、汽球；有很多遊客；沒有恐怖襲擊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圖中：Taj Mahal Hotel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2662735112178707139?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2662735112178707139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2662735112178707139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2662735112178707139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2662735112178707139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_27.html' title='人生無常'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/SS616X6TGwI/AAAAAAAAABs/37CeLzFNUWc/s72-c/DSC_6263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-7185819181923271379</id><published>2008-11-08T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:11:49.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES WE CAN</title><content type='html'>"While we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: &lt;br /&gt;Yes We Can." &lt;br /&gt;- Barack Obama's vitory speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11月5日，整個早上望著電腦，甚麼工作也不做，就update著美國總統大選情況。朋友們在facebook、msn也是密切關注、談論著。這個有史以來最長的選舉工程，終於完滿結束；結果雖然是意料之內，但真的實現的那一刻，還是叫人感動得熱血沸騰。因為，歷史從今不再一樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過去8年在無腦牛仔執政下的政權即將成為歷史，兩個月後上任的美國首位黑人總統是否有能力帶領國家走出經濟困局、重建國際上的聲明，今天無人知道，但起碼他代表了希望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是美國人，我對這個國家好感也不多，但我必須承認，這個喜將自己化身為民主和夢想的國家，真的做到了；像Obama說的：if there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7個多月之前，我們的隔岸也出現了一場改變。台灣被陳水扁8年無恥無能的政權弄得經濟、政治一團糟，我和許多台灣人一樣，恨他入骨。今年3月20日，我家也和許多泛藍的海外台灣人一樣，特意回台投下要改朝換代的一票。我從未在蓋印時這麼激動過。我身不在台灣，但我卻有份為這個小島帶來改變。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我18歲第一次投票時，為自己終於嗜得公民的權力淺淺的流了淚。但之後10年以來，每次走進投票站只是為了公民責任，我的一票有何實際意義，也說不清楚。經過了兩屆區議會、兩屆立法會選舉，我未看到自己的一票對我的社區，或者是香港有甚麼影響，更不用談改變。或者，我有份選出的黃毓民要能「掟」多幾次香蕉，我那一票也算有回報。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005年的董去曾來雖為香港人樂見，卻無份參與。4年後又有誰上來，我們仍無能為力。「改變」是水深火熱的人在黑暗中旳曙光，但如果改變根本是遙不可及的，「YES WE CAN」就是香港人和中國人最大的諷刺，BECAUSE NO WE CAN'T。台灣和美國今年的投票率都意外地高，相比之下更顯香港人政治冷感，但既然NO WE CAN'T，又怎能怪責我們？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has come to America, change has come to Taiwan; when will change come to Hong Kong and China?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-7185819181923271379?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7185819181923271379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=7185819181923271379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7185819181923271379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7185819181923271379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='YES WE CAN'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2886393796266726980</id><published>2008-11-03T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:45:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>走過就好</title><content type='html'>I live to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;認識我的人都知道，我有多愛旅行，我是多需要旅行。轉新工作前的一個難得意外假期，一定不能浪費，否則我不會原諒自己。下星期就是了，苦的是我到現在仍未知道想去、應去、能去哪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩周前原本決定了去肯亞——非洲的大草原上，我拿著相機追著獅子、長頸鹿、河馬，到了黃昏，我一個人坐在月下，拿著香檳對著染紅了的片野發呆，晚上，我就躺在帳幕裡，聽著外面的森林協奏曲入睡。這是我想象中的肯亞，我幻想的那8天假期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但一場金融海嘯，捲走了我的美夢。當身邊的朋友都認為，在經濟衰退、裁員潮當道，並預測明年旅費會大減的時候，去花3萬元去幾天旅行實在不智，我不以為言。不過，當上周我看看數月未查的戶口結餘，才赫然發現自己身家縮水幾十萬，現金狀況跌至不健康水平的時候，我有了一番新感受。那再不是心痛、不是徬徨，而是興奮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很幸運，單身的我對於將來，未有負擔，亦未有計劃。從前試過捱麵包，都是因為讀書時要儲錢探望在異地的男朋友。這是第一次我要為不知道會不會發生的事情做好錢的準備——突然有了「經歷蒼桑」、好有責任的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97年亞洲金融危機，我還在讀書，不知道天高地厚。11年後出現的金融海嘯，威力之大，百年難得一見。我現在的心情，像是一個沒落貴族（我不是說我是貴族，只在打比方）要被迫過優皮士的生活；是有點害怕，但更多的是興奮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;個多半前一次見工，正值AIG瀕臨爆煲之際，與主管談的當然環球金融。席間她問我：你以前跟銀行，天天寫的是大新聞，現在做月刊，會不會覺得錯過了很多？她的一問，揭開了我今年以來的傷疤。過去10個月，外面天天在暴風雨，我卻在溫室裡靜靜地在種花。這種令人頹廢的生活快要結束了。所以，面對著未來幾年的風暴，雖然我可能會身受其害，但我依然興奮、期待！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是苦、是甜，不都是人生經歷嗎？我的人生目的，只是要將路走過而已。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2886393796266726980?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2886393796266726980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2886393796266726980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2886393796266726980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2886393796266726980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='走過就好'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-6944662881720471056</id><published>2008-10-25T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:37:06.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I could be more fierce</title><content type='html'>I tried. And I realized it was not going to work. By looking at Christina Leung yesterday, I knew I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been labelled as fierce by many, I tried to act non-assertive and "wen rou" in front of new guy friends, aka potentials. But when things did not work out the way I wanted, I felt dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina is a MD and head of Hong Kong investment banking at JPMorgan. I have heard of her name but it was the first time I met her in person yesterday. "Daniel!!! I don't LIKE this room!!" My colleague and I exchanged a funny look when we heard Christine whining loudly to our boss, as her first greeting, when she stepped into the huge meeting room. In clean-cut hair at chin length, black and white floral dress and high heels, she looks charming and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine's presentation is very pursuasive for her good use of words, expression and body language. Depending on how you look at it, she can be described as pressing too. But I also give her credit for her sense of (bitter) humor. From my boss' expresion while Catherine's talking, I knew he must be thinking "this woman is scary" despite they are very good friends. But to me, THIS is the kind of woman I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not Catherine's success I am referring too - because it would be quite hard to achieve - it is her strong character. If you still couldn't put a picture of Catherine together in your mind, maybe Carina Lau Ka-ling can give you an idea. I, too, adore Lau's breath-taking beauty, and most of all, her equally breath-taking personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fierce women. Period. And I don't care if you like me or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-6944662881720471056?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6944662881720471056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=6944662881720471056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6944662881720471056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6944662881720471056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-i-could-be-more-fierce.html' title='Wish I could be more fierce'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-5284488508976480279</id><published>2008-10-13T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:38:54.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>abstract from 方大同's 如果愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;如果愛沒有那麼煩 我不會食不下晚飯&lt;br /&gt;也不會多麼的墮落 如果你說你愛我&lt;br /&gt;如果愛可以更簡單 我也不會有這麼亂&lt;br /&gt;整個世界在轉 你或許可以說你愛我嗎 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地圖有東南西北 愛情卻不是絕對&lt;br /&gt;跑很遠 累不累 1+1不是2 &lt;br /&gt;蝦米! 無解的邏輯&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I can live without love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-5284488508976480279?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5284488508976480279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=5284488508976480279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/5284488508976480279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/5284488508976480279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-4095990596959234177</id><published>2008-09-23T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:50:36.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生日願望</title><content type='html'>今年三次來颱風，都想起去年那次唯一的八號風球，我坐在文華下午茶的那一幕。短暫的東西，永遠是美好的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以為隨著年紀增長，情緒不會再失控。事實上，在過去那五年每次「出事」的時候，我都覺得很快就能平復自己。我以為自己長大了。但是，原來，在即將再添一歲的時候，我發現自己仍然無法管理情緒，隨時都可失控，會大叫、會大哭、會崩潰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏入2008年，未有好事發生過。我是否可以奢侈的許下生日願望，希望明年幸運之神偶爾眷顧我？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-4095990596959234177?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-8718010478295374883</id><published>2008-08-20T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:35:21.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我變了師奶</title><content type='html'>轉了工後（其實已是7個半月前的事，但我總覺得仍是新工）我變了名符其實的師奶，抱著電視過日子，像要將前幾年未看的都看回本。新聞節目、奧運比賽當然有看，但看得更多的是劇集。晚間九點半檔、周末韓劇，全部都不放過。之前上街的日子是樂此不疲地麻煩妹妹替我錄影，近來更索性風塵僕僕趕回家追看劇集。老實說像「家好月圓」真不好看，大部份都是「搵戲黎做」、拖時間，但就是上了癮似的，欲罷不能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6月出差到內地，晚上在酒店看了一集的《楚留香傳奇》，驚歎劇中的女角全都這麼有氣質、這麼古典、香港望塵莫及之餘，立即愛上了故事中的愛情情節。那一幕韓國美女秋瓷炫飾演的琳琅升著數十盏孔明燈，對F4朋友朱孝天飾演的楚留香說：「這麼多年來，我已習慣了一個人笑、一個人哭；一個人快樂、一個人留淚。」當下子，我失控了，泣下成雨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到家，不懂BT藝術的我，千叮萬囑爸爸到內地時，看看是否有《楚留香傳奇》的DVD賣，他也很上心的，幾周前給我買了回來。三隻DVD，才九蚊，不過是廣東話配音的。（這幾天上網看資料，才知道原來原劇中多個主角，即使是內地演員，也被重新配音，普通話的。所以扯開話題，我想這根本是內地文化，除了事後官員解釋的「為國家利益」的無恥之說，京奧開幕小女孩找人代唱是否並非這麼不可理喻呢？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也很有節制，3周下來還未看完。但上周末我的心情隨著劇情跌入了谷底，depress了整整兩天。琳琅和楚留香的愛情峰迴路轉，我一直暗自祈禱，千萬要大團圓結局，怎知兩人慘得不得了。天意愛弄人（是怎樣我不贅了，否則真的變師奶）。哭了一個晚上，第二天繼續depress，再重看最溫馨和最悲慟的那幾幕。到了第三天，劇情還是不停地在腦海重覆浮現，像中了毒似的，代入了琳琅和楚留香的失意之中，久久不能平靜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好可怕，這是甚麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但主題曲《笑劍吟》真的好聽，詞填得也好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57lNESbF1vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57lNESbF1vc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8718010478295374883?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-4187641220785469506</id><published>2008-08-04T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:22:48.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>社會規條究竟怎麼說？</title><content type='html'>昨日終於看了蝙蝠俠，是旺角百老匯早場。平時看電影總會儘量避開這間戲院，因為這間戲院的觀眾質素真的很差，差不多每次都是不愉快經歷，看戲時受到附近的觀眾談話滋擾，讓我不能專心欣賞電影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天同樣的事情發生了。電影甫開幕，正後面兩個座位就發出了「沙沙」的膠袋聲音，而且一發不可收拾，應是兩位人兄正享用他們的早餐。電影初段，螢幕上，子彈在蝙蝠車身上反彈飛走，男人評論了一下，聲音是大，但聽不清楚內容。他的朋友就因為十分雀躍，聲音尖而鏗鏘；「嘩！好犀利呀，仲犀利過蜘蛛俠！…」他的聲音聽起來像個婦人，所以我心想：「真倒楣，白痴師奶！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就這樣，師奶多次若無旁人地高調發出愚蠢評論。我是那種脾氣控制大腦的人，由於對後面傳來的聲音感到厭惡，每次她一出聲，我就無法專心看電影，幾次錯過情節，都要問坐身旁的妹妹。我想回頭叫她收聲，但椅背很高，這間影院的座位排間也闊，我又不想站起來大聲跟她說話，一副潑婦的樣子。我心裏也納悶，為何坐她旁邊的觀眾忍受得了？他們的滋擾不是更甚？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忍不住再往後一瞪，噢。看到了他的面孔。座位上的原來並非我以為的師奶，而是一位患有輕度弱智的男孩。明白了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你能叫一位弱智人士「收聲」嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能，不是因為他不懂，而是因為這是社會不容許的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自問我對弱智人士沒有任何偏見，我以前也做過義工照顧弱智兒童。他們有絕對自由到電影院看電影，但「應不應」就是一個debatable issue。若換了是一個吵鬧的3歲小孩，我一定會叫他閉嘴，叫他父親好好管教自己的兒子。但對弱勢社群，絕不可無禮貌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這讓我想到另一個問題——老人家是否應該排隊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自問我對老人家也挺有愛心的，我會讓座有需要時也會幫他們搬東西，但當有老人家若無其事搶著在我前面插隊時，（通常都是等巴士的時候，而真的老態龍鐘的另計），我就會覺得極其討厭。有一次我大聲對著我朋友說：「而家既老人家真係不用排隊架喎！」而前面正在入錢的老婆婆聽罷回頭憤恨地瞪我。她憑甚麼瞪我？她並不是那種頭髮花白彎腰拿拐杖的老婆婆，而是一位60來歲衣著光鮮的老婆婆。她瞪我，是憑她老？是覺得我目無尊長？我是否要逢老必敬呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是諷刺，我是真的不明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這個社會上，很多規條都不是由法律去定的，而是從人的道德面去遵守的。做聲與不做聲，容忍與不容忍，一肚氣與不一肚氣，都不是我能選擇的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-4187641220785469506?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4187641220785469506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>公安與農民</title><content type='html'>重看了北京公安粗暴對待香港行家的片段幾次，翌日幾份報紙的報道也細細看了，每次都令我熱血沸騰，因為這些公安的無理和無能，實在不恥！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中國人的醜陋，盡在這批沒文化的人身上表現得淋漓盡致。他們手上有點權就要把弄，沒理好說就來個動粗。中央可能是希望對兌對新聞採訪採取「零拒絕」的政策的，但底下就是有很多自以為是、沒有文化的人在搞破壞。這情況就像5月四川大地震時，胡主席到災區視察，準備下火車之際，半踏出去的腳又收回來，因為看到車台上竟讓不識時務的地方官員鋪上了紅地毯作「夾道歡迎」！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前一陣子在上海跟當時在那駐地的電視台行家吃飯，話題落到了內地公安身上。她在一次工作中被公安「胸襲」，之後的情況就像今次北京事件一樣，我那位憤怒的朋友要抄下無良公安的號碼不遂還遭責罵，他的同僚亦一起裝沒事發生去包庇。另一位亦是女的電視台行家在一次工作中跟公安爭執起來，最後得到的待遇是一巴掌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公安究竟憑甚麼？！我每次想起都憤怒難平。但這類人就像我以前寫過的上海的士司機一樣，野蠻人無道理可講，跟他們爭吵吃虧的一定是自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟內地公安也有一次接觸的經驗，自始之後我對內地司法、「為人民服務」等一絲幻想都完全破滅。事緣那次我因為糾紛到深圳公安局報案，一進門就有個小小的報案室，裡面坐了幾個公安和報案的人。我和友人在那面腆地站著等人「招呼」，良久之後一位女公安隔著櫃台問我有甚麼事，我唯有當眾出原因，亳無私隱可言。之後女公安撥電話致另一個辦公室，叫我再講述一次情況，我唯有照辦。言畢，電話筒的另一端叫我等等，過了一會後傳來另一把聲音說：「甚麼事？」我只有再覆述一遍。這把聲音最後終於露出面來，領我和友人到內裡一間房間坐下來錄口供。My case had finally been accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個錄口供過程和我在電視中看的很不一樣。我一邊講細節，桌子對面的公安就一邊擔天望地，不時還會跟鄰桌的同僚撘話。我幾次沒好氣的跟他說：「你有在聽我說話嗎？你不用抄下來嗎？」不過在他的無心裝載期間，他也會嘗試挑戰我、質疑我，弄得我幾次生氣得大叫。但最令我扉夷所思的是，我叫公安打給隔城的某某，他竟說沒有長途電話！天呀，那內地公安是如何打擊跨境罪案的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最後，經我多次解釋案情後，那公安突然肯拿出紙筆，自己在那專心地默默背寫，像作文一樣。而每次他寫錯字，就要我用手指在旁蓋個紅印。那一趟報案鬧劇足足搞了5個小時，我踏出公安局時當然沒有帶走寄望，只當作是一次很有趣、難能可貴的經歷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;儘管我相信中央高層有心去逐步改變、逐步開明，但那種根深柢固的農民文化，卻將改革之路弄得阻力重重。這條路究竟有多長，中國要走多久，我不知道，但我相信我有生之年不會看到。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-4220396671737850027?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4220396671737850027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=4220396671737850027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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your head? The dream appeared to be a sweet one, but in fact it's a nightmare in disguise. I hate these dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8091682765940383306?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8091682765940383306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=8091682765940383306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/8091682765940383306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/8091682765940383306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-killer.html' title='the dream the killer'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-6047965803311703114</id><published>2008-06-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:17:55.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無聊</title><content type='html'>勤力的我今晚回家在巴士上聽訪問錄音，手在寫，嘴巴在笑。笑了整整一個小時。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑，因為受訪者很帥。聽到他的聲音就想笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上一次出現類似的情況，是1月訪問了一間華爾街銀行的台灣區總裁。那次，心跳還會加快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想起來，之前跟銀行beat，倒沒有一個令我微笑的受訪者（不是受訪者的卻有一個），但令我舊同事們哈哈大笑的就有一個，就是沙特阿拉伯王子。現在也記不起為何、何時開始與王子扯上關係。而再之前跟政治beat我喜歡誰，就不用多介紹了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這些男人都有一個共通點，就是都結了婚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉，這就是寓工作於娛樂吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2866864031177384401</id><published>2008-05-22T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:55:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自救</title><content type='html'>前輩說過，當記者是會中毒的。一周多以來，我和很多行家的感受都一樣：每個記者都想上前線。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天看電視、報紙，流淚之餘，就是羨慕和沮喪。流淚，當然是因為看到那一幅幅震撼人心的災難、喪親畫面；羨慕，聽起來變態，但實是羨慕行家有機會走進災區，報道歷史中無情的一頁。而沮喪，就又是回到老問題：我究竟在幹甚麼？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情緒像也被汶川地震震裂一般，進入了谷底，並異常暴躁。眼見行家朋友在成都、都江堰、卧龍——去年我才到過的地方——賣命、經歷蒼天和人性，我卻坐在辦公室裡，寫著無謂的文章。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我狠一點，有種一點，我可以辭職不幹，到四川幫忙救災。但我也不再是記者的身份了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近來走在路邊，不時有汽車撞過來的幻象。今晚在回家的路上，心想如果明天我就要離開這個世界，必定不能閉目。以前總覺得自己的人生很精彩，嘗過許多，除了未結婚外，真的死無遺憾。這一刻的我，卻對人生亳無頭緒，只能等待命運領我到下一步路，感覺尤像遊魂。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-8545132972289938419</id><published>2008-05-02T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:48:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛，很簡單</title><content type='html'>2003年7月1日，我穿上黑色，爭取普選。&lt;br /&gt;2006年10月10日，我穿上紅色，響應遠在台灣的雙十圍攻倒扁運動。&lt;br /&gt;2008年5月2日，今日我穿了藍色，沒有任何意義。 因為我怕了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平日很少與同事接觸的我，今日踫巧因為有人last day，一起去午飯。12行香港人中，兩個穿上紅衣服，歡迎奧運聖火在港傳送；比例雖不算多，但午飯的大部份時間，大家都在興高彩烈地說著紅衣服的話題。同事A說早上在地鐵上班的路上看到不少人穿紅色衣服，霎時感動。同事B說國家舉辦奧運當然要支持。同事C說昨晚跟媽媽特地從衣櫃找出紅衣服，也迫弟弟今天一定要穿上。然後在返回辦公室的路上，幾個女孩一見到有「紅路人」經過，又會興奮地打量談論一番。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;支持北京奧運，其實可以是這麼簡單的一回事。就因為我支持北京奧運。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;數周前，我也是談到北京奧運就著躍的人。但身邊「有智慧」的人太多了，大家的討論、一言一語，令我對這個還有3個月才開始的奧運，已經感到厭倦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在msn名旁加上(L)China，有泛民主派前同行會驚訝：「唔似你喎，我覺得那些都是盲目愛國的民族主義者。」政府宣傳5月2日穿紅色，又有團體跳出來，要大家「獨立思考」，穿上橙色，支持人權。也有前同事要在msn名上加上澄清告示，今日不是特意穿上紅色花花裙的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為何支持北京奧運這麼一件簡單的事，要弄得這麼複雜？為什麼支持北京奧運，就是盲目愛國、沒有獨立思考？和主流意見一樣的，就一定是白痴？是不是每事都一定要做得跟別人不同，就代表很有個人主見？在指責揮動國旗者不容納別的意見的同時，就可以標籤所有的「愛國者」？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愛中國，雖然不是身同感受，但我很明白中國人對舉辦奧運而代表國家強大崛起的那份期許。中國人被欺壓了多少個世紀了，為什麼現在少少的驕傲、激情，也不能表現出來？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也愛人權；我要言論自由，我要行動自由，我要新聞自由！但反對北京政府箝制自由，就一定要一同反對北京奧運？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身邊有智慧的人太多了，泛民主派、新聞工作者都習慣於揭示社會的錯誤，帶領市民去作深層思考。不錯，這是他們的責任，也是我的責任；不過，我也只想簡簡單單的支持北京奧運。能，不能？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8545132972289938419?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8545132972289938419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>中東篇--約旦Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007年12月11日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very adventurous day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早7時多已起床，決定不參加20JD的三人旅行團去死海(Amman-Mabada-Mt. Nebo-Dead Sea)，自行到Jerash——在約旦保存得最好和最多的Roman ruin。想著Lonely Planet說從Amman有定時的巴士到Jerash，又難得早上在Amman，就先來個city site visit到Roman Theatre，中午才到Jerash也不遲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從Palace Hotel走到Roman Theater也只不過20分鐘，那裡的一排樹很漂亮，爬到最高望下來也真有壯觀的感覺，雖沒有羅馬的Colosseo大，但感覺宏偉許多，可能因為restore得完整吧！玩著新買的相機，拍了很多相，很高興。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185661052614431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/R_crQKapUmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3_8u9OLO-Y/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for more photos, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=84827&amp;amp;l=eb6cd&amp;amp;id=805910646"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=84827&amp;amp;l=eb6cd&amp;amp;id=805910646&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10時到了Tanabo Station，盼望有一輛即將開出的巴士。怎料，是空車，司機說要等1小時才開車，心喊倒楣，但沒辦法，先上個洗手間，整裝一下，10時半上車等開車。發了一會兒白日夢，吃完了昨晚買的蛋餅，但車還沒要開的意思。司機幾次上車說兩句我聽不懂的話，然後就會有乘客下車。我不知道發生甚麼事，也沒有人能為我解釋，唯有繼續等待。我越等越躁，LP說巴士half full就會開車，但現在是almost full也沒開車。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12時，車子還在車站原地，我十分焦急。Jerash 4時關門，我要是2時到達，也只得兩小時逛，白白浪費我本要早出門可輕鬆逛的用意。而且如果回程也是這樣子，我就死定了，還不知道有沒有車子回Amman。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終於，巴士於12時半開出，我足足等了2.5小時。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在車上矇矇矓矓地睡著了，突然間，車子響出爆軚的聲音，滑到路的一旁。時間是1時40分。我心想：完了。頻頻出狀況，我是注定與Jerash無緣嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乘客紛紛下車，有的呆站著，有的hitchhike上了其他車輛。我想總不能坐以待斃，問了位人兄，大家用身體語言溝通，他說走路到Jerash要30分鐘。我當下就開始向Jerash的方向走，同時造出hitchhike手勢，希望遠離人群後，有好心人見我一個異國女孩，可能會載我一程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這次我生平第一次hitchhike。從來就對hitchhike存在浪漫式幻想，好像是好型、好冒險的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過這次hitchhike並不特別型或冒險。走了不夠5分鐘、在許多車越過我之後，竟有一輛minibus在我身邊停了下來！原來我剛才問路的人兄在車上，而且車裡只剩車頭一個空位，我真幸運！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;急急入了Jerash，原來是5時關門，最後一班回Amman的小巴是5時半，算一下也有3個小時逛，還好。但仍是匆忙地邊走邊拍照，玩了很多experimental photography，很高興，至於景嘛，老實說，看多了也差不多，又是那些Roman Forum。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185665141423297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/R_cu-KapUqI/AAAAAAAAABE/KWLtDq_NcBE/s320/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(for more photos, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=85638&amp;amp;l=06e75&amp;amp;id=805910646"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=85638&amp;amp;l=06e75&amp;amp;id=805910646&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;逛Jerash途中，發生了強索吻事件，但有驚無險，在此不贅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離開Jerash，天已黑，店鋪的人熱心地教我到哪裡小巴回首都，有一個還走到車邊要開車載我到不遠的車站，我連說不用。門口碰到亦正要回Amman的荷蘭人，還好有他，不然會被小巴欺詐，竟開了車才說要5JD，荷蘭人堅持只付1JD，最後司機竟也開心地接受了。約旦人這種性格特別好，討價還價一大輪後，也不會對你黑面，不買也不罵你「運吉」，更會開心地與你聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用1小時，回到了Amman。荷蘭人告訴我，原來在車站有小巴可以坐，很快坐滿開車，根本不用等大巴。Lesson Learnt。荷蘭人先生在supermarket工作，每年都騰4星期去旅遊，每次只到一個國家；所以今次單是約旦也慢遊4星期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;提早下車一試昨天的士司機推介的Jerusalem Restaurant。叫了一客lamp mezze，吃飯途中有位剛到埗的德國女孩Sophie問我是否可以加入。細問之下，知道Sophie自從3月就去了印度「旅遊」，因為喜歡。起初的她不愛說話，但飯後一起去逛market，她的話就越來越多，還說很高興遇到我，很flattering呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外再提一下，遇到的約旦人都超級好人，拍照無所謂，跟我講話總是面帶笑容，又熱心幫忙。今晚回到昨晚光顧的餅店，老板竟然連錢也不收！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185662650342265474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/R_cstKapUoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ujj7XBi-OsE/s320/IMG_5749.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sophie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-828043550233426356?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/828043550233426356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-3825671001589674642</id><published>2008-04-04T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:54:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasukuni</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;從前就有好好思考過日本首相參拜靖國神社的爭議性，明白中國人的憤怒，但同時也明白日本人的「有道理」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當時想，即使侵華戰爭再錯，但這些人只是在國家命令之下，做出這些侵略行為，他們也是迫不得以。既然為國家捐了軀，在這點上，國家總能向他們表達紀念吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾天前，我明白了。《靖國神社》（Yasukuni）這套戲將各樣的感受剝了出來，擺在觀眾面前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1937年南京大屠殺，日軍在6星期中殺死了20萬中國人。日本報紙中記載，日軍策略砍首比賽，兩位「英勇」的日本將軍，分別拿出120多個人頭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60年後，他們遭war crime tribunal定罪審死刑；他們的名字，也從此被刻在靖國神社的名冊上，獲日本人、國家供奉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直至2004年10月，這個最受爭議的神社名冊中，有2,466,532個名字，當中有1,068個是被第二次世界大戰法庭定性為戰爭罪犯，有14個更是一級戰爭罪犯。這些人並非只為日本帝國犠牲而已，他們是視生命為無物的敗類。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本人視靖國神社為光榮，視參拜靖國神社為自由，但並非每一個出現在名冊上的名字都這麼想。所以有了除名運動。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看得最激動的一幕，是台灣原住民女子高金素梅第7次到訪靖國神社，要求將她祖先除名，並責斥神社的管理人。高高瘦瘦的她，穿得一身黑素衣裳，束起頭髮，配上珍珠耳環。這張漂亮素顏上，放出堅定銳利的目光，尤其震撼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她說，台灣人一生被日本人兩次剝削，不單在殖民統治下被迫接受日本文化教育，之後更被騙入日軍為日本打仗。「他們在生前被日本剝削自由，死後仍要被日本剝削靈魂。」「他們不是日本人，不想被埋葬在日本。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一位一起要求為父親除名的是日本人。「我父親是位牧師，最珍惜生命的人。因為日軍不夠人，他被召入，被迫殺人。」加入軍隊不夠，他的父親就犠牲掉了。今天他將穿上軍服的父親肖像掛在客廳，提醒客人這個最大的諷刺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但不管除名要求的原因是甚麼，神社的答覆是：不可以。因為為日本帝國捐軀的人都要被供奉在這裡，這並非人的選擇。他們的生命、靈魂，都已捐給了國家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來，真的像高金素梅所說的，這些人死後仍要被日本剝削靈魂，沒有選擇餘地。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;（高金素梅令我印象深印，後經媽媽提醒，原來是電影《喜宴》中的女主角，現為台灣立委。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-3825671001589674642?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3825671001589674642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>21歲的自己</title><content type='html'>記不記得21歲的你在做甚麼？在哪裡？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7年前的自己，真要用力想一想，才記得起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近看到一個傻傻的21歲小女孩，有學識，很漂亮，很自我，很自信，很天真。她讓我回想起21歲的自已；用全身的力氣去愛身在另一個城市的一個人，但心愛的人卻始終周旋在女人之間，而女孩仍是願意相信心愛的人的一切謊言。我很為女孩心痛。朋友說，女孩會長大的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;看清世界，或是接受欺騙，誰較幸福？看看女孩的相片，再看看鏡中的自己，多年的風風雨雨，全都刻在臉上。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-6259528662245577308?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6259528662245577308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=6259528662245577308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6259528662245577308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6259528662245577308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/21.html' title='21歲的自己'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-8513777651454809596</id><published>2008-03-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:39:34.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all wrong</title><content type='html'>This is the song that kept my head up high during my darkest days 6 years ago. But now I question, what's the good to be surviving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survivor - Destiny's Child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're out of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be weak without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stronger&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be broke without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm richer&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be sad without you&lt;br /&gt;I laugh harder&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't grow without you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wiser&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I'd be helpless without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm smarter&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be stressed without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm chillin'&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't sell without you&lt;br /&gt;Sold 9 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't breathe without&lt;br /&gt;I'm inhaling&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't see without you&lt;br /&gt;Perfect vision&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't last without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lastin'&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I would die without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm livin'&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would fail without you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on top&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be over by now&lt;br /&gt;But it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would self destruct&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;Even in my years to come&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gon be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishin' you the best&lt;br /&gt;Pray that you are blessed&lt;br /&gt;Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness&lt;br /&gt;(I'm better than that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon blast you on the radio&lt;br /&gt;(I'm better than that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon lie on you and your family&lt;br /&gt;(I'm better than that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines&lt;br /&gt;('m better than that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon compromise my Christianity&lt;br /&gt;(I'm better than that)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet&lt;br /&gt;Cause my mama taught me better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beyonce)&lt;br /&gt;Oh (oh) oh (oh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After of all of the darkness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;Soon comes happiness&lt;br /&gt;If I surround my self with positive things&lt;br /&gt;I'll gain prosperity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon give up (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon stop (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon work harder (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I will survive (What?)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on survivin' (What?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8513777651454809596?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8513777651454809596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=8513777651454809596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;對今次突然發生騷亂有點意外，究竟起因是甚麼？喇嘛突然起義爭取獨立？現時只有新華社說是達賴集團煽動的，能信嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起幾個月前跟丹丹在餐廳中爭辯的情境，竟然連身為藏人的他也不支持獨立，「因為共產黨養得我們很好」，然後又說笑「你們香港就是不同，講話也不用怕」。回想起來，他畢竟年紀輕，容易被共產黨同化，所以現實中，他的想法在西藏並非主流吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;願和平快點降臨拉薩，願人民可以選擇自己的路。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2637922717603452049?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2637922717603452049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2637922717603452049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2637922717603452049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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X標榜將rock的原素注入原歌劇中，怎料出來的效果是不倫不類。其實3位表演者的歌藝相當不錯，但每首歌的旋律卻千篇一律、單調乏味，與舞台背景亦亳無變化完全一致。1.5小時的表演只有一個「悶」字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他的芭蕾舞、jazz和opera好看但沒帶來太大驚喜，反而英國話劇Chatroom+Citizenship有點衝擊。Chatroom講述幾個青年在網上聊天室的世界：現實中素未謀面但每晚卻在網上見面的人之間，出現了不同的信任和猜疑。當中兩位控制慾較強的男女，竟對一位由出生開始就一直遭到漠視的男孩施以「毒手」，遊說他在網上「直播」自己自殺以喚起社會的關注，最後幸好得到其他人制止。像我這種「老一輩」的人來說，很難接受網上的確存在類似的變態意識。至於下半場的Citizenship則談到不少雙性和同性的問題，內容、動作都相當露骨，男男的接吻場面比男女的更到肉，十分惹火。&lt;br /&gt;隨著藝術的結束，電影節亦即將開始。已買了8套電影票，希望運氣也一樣好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-401707467719749408?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/401707467719749408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=401707467719749408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Hotel的Kate和她爸爸Fred spent time。Kate拿美國護照，但在Perth長大，還是大學生，不過已經took 3 years off，明年將回到大學上課。3年來幹麼？Travel。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這兩天來還到的backpackers都是熱愛travel的人，喜歡接觸新文化，而且都take things easy。我也是背包客，但却總是在趕路。不知道我跟他們是否是同類的人呢？我會希望是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上邊吃著hummus，邊跟Fred談著「中國強大論」。自稱是學者的Fred，拿著美國人的一貫中國假想敵主義論，硬說中國野心很大，成為經濟強國之後，「一定」會發動戰爭，從而擴大自己在全球的勢力。他的支持理論是，橫看歷史上多個強國，都逃不出這個定論。我爭辨說，不，你不了解中國人，中國人被外族侵略了數百年，我們很愛好和平，最討厭的就是美國的帝國主義，我們怎樣會自己發展起帝國主義來呢？Fred仍是同一理論：「經濟強大來幹甚麼？就是要發展政治勢力，你看吧，過10年後，中國一定會像今天的美國，使用武力去擴大確立自己的勢力。」我最討厭沒結果的爭論，就說：「好吧，10年後看看吧。」事實上，我對中國是否一個愛好和平的國家，也不敢肯定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008年3月1日&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早陣子美國著名導演Steven Spielberg辭去北京奧運會藝術顧問一職，惹起國際對中國在蘇丹的影響力的關注，也令我對上面問題的反思。報導說中國對蘇丹提供軍火，中國說自己沒權干涉別國的內政；口徑跟她斥責別國不應干涉自己對香港、台灣和西藏的內政一樣，很有原則的一個國家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像美國般打著和平的口號以武力干涉別國內政去圖私利是可恥，但若運用自己的外交影響力去改善促使發展中國家改善人權狀況，這是國際政治一貫有運用的做法，理念也實非中國口中的「干涉內政」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中國以這個理由拒絕影響提升蘇丹的人權狀況，令我匪夷所思。若中國更真的向蘇丹提供軍火，會令我心痛。因為，Fred可能是對的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-6265125716602022667?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6265125716602022667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=6265125716602022667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6265125716602022667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6265125716602022667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_553.html' 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/&gt;緊張，還因為這次旅程象徵我一生的一個里程碑。兩天前，我結束了在明報的兩年零兩個月的生活。一個月後，我不清楚等待著我的工作是如何的一個境環。老闆還會這樣縱容我嗎？同事們也會一樣地與我柴娃娃般的打鬧嗎？我適應得了久違的朝九晚六「正常」生活嗎？再沒有自己的beat，沒有daily assignment，我可以嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同事喜歡取笑我「好boring」的性格；不是我好boring，而是我好怕好boring的事和物，好把「好boring」掛在嘴邊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有時候我想，為何一定要時常尋找excitement、changes和progression？為何不能安安穩穩的過日子？在日月報，雖然開始對自己跟的新聞生厭，但可算已「熟手」，老闆們也看重我的beat，給我發揮的空間。我擺出黑臉，甚至偶爾「獨漏」時，他們也從沒有責罵過我一句，只說不要緊，下次小心點。同事們也是好得沒話說，對我的小姐脾氣、我的懶散、我的無知，他們都一一包容，而且無私的教導和幫助我。每天嘻嘻哈哈的上班生活，真的不易找啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那為何要走呢？有時想，為何要折磨自己？挑戰自己是為了甚麼？寫英文新聞、做專題分析，都不是我的強項，如果probation也過不了，怎辦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/R8lT6TQg_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/raZCWd1HLFI/s1600-h/IMG_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172757908078787682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/R8lT6TQg_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/raZCWd1HLFI/s320/IMG_5691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='html'>從小背上就長有一顆大痣，長輩看到都說，長大了把痣脫掉，背上長痣辛苦命。長大了後，每年都說要脫痣，但一年拖一年，背上的痣也越長越多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一位相士說，你的家庭負擔很重。我想了想冷笑說，不會吧，我家裡都不等我的錢花。而事實上，除了買名牌手袋的時候我會感到負擔重外，平日實在感受不到甚麼負擔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但原來，精神負擔比經濟負擔來得還沉重。對我要守的秘密，我要擔當的角色，我已感到筋疲力盡了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年，真的要把痣脫了。我受不了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-9046967004207037365?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9046967004207037365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=9046967004207037365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/9046967004207037365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;風波出現後，我多次思考過，我有沒有可能也拍這種照片。我覺得情到濃時，沒甚麼是不可能的。我沒興趣拍，很可能是因為我對自己的身體不夠自信，而不是因為我很聰明。嘲笑當事人蠢，是因為她們應該料到她們的照片有機會外泄，她們應該懂得保護自己。雖然我對幾位女主角本身就一點好感也沒有，但我不認為因為她們受陳男人哄，願意拍這種「四仔照」，就是蠢女人。這畢竟是個人私事；做愛、擺弄姿色，很多人都會，只是她們選擇紀錄了下來。他們是受害人，不因為她們是女人，而是因為相片在未經她們許可下公諸於世，讓所有閒人都「欣賞」到，而非只是她們喜歡的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;與另一個人做愛，不一定因為喜歡，但起碼那一刻你相信他。叫女人不要這麼蠢，是說因為她們應料到，很可能有一天，男人會像Britney Spears的前夫一般拿著錄影帶勒索要錢， 或是像Paris Hilton的其中一位性伙侶般到處向人炫耀。叫女人不要這麼天真，是因為她們應料到，世界充滿壞人，尤其在這個Web 2.0世代，任何人都沒有私隱可言。基本上，女人蠢，就是因為容易太相信別人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-9194874588518427361?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9194874588518427361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=9194874588518427361&amp;isPopup=true' 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/&gt;面對不習慣的東西，就自然懷念起舊的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新工作規模細，做什麼事情都好像被監視著，而且資源比舊公司還少；好委屈。出外採訪的機會比以前大大減少，事實上寫專題報導很花時間，我現在又沒有分beat，所以在太多的選擇、太少的時間之下，大部份時間都留守在公司工作；好悶、好脫節。再不是站在新聞最新線，而是在大很方分析；好沒衝勁。每天的上班、午飯和下班時間，被困在擠滿人的車廂和街上；好厭惡。新同事年齡差距大，差不多的只有三位但工作性質很不同；話不投機半句多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但日子有功，要早上七點不懶床做到了，用英文與老闆討論新聞和專題故事也適應了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，開始享受靜靜在公司寫作的時間。說寫作，是因為希望盡力用上我能力範圍內最漂亮的英文寫作技巧在沉悶的財經故事上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實我以前很喜歡寫英文，感覺若修飾得好的話，可以很美、很美。只是近年少用英文，退步了不少，很醜，不想寫了。而現在工作可以讓我再練英文寫作，且有充份的篇幅讓我盡情發揮，心情不錯。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-8319287113655252675?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8319287113655252675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>一個人去旅行</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;不是第一次出門了，每次都是帶著複雜的心情離開。這一回，是匆忙中的平淡、是期待中的倖倖然。在SMS，我對她說「感覺像欠缺了甚麼」。當然，這是明知故問：欠缺的是身旁的她，是她。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;經過京都櫻花行、台北端午行，二人行的喜悅常在心頭。活了二十多年，終於明白，幸福才是生命的根本追求。幸運的感覺，我彷彿嚐過了。彷彿。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;然後，一個人的旅行是甚麼一回事，我逐漸感到迷糊了。「尋找自己」是無知少年欺騙自己的藉口；「專注感受當地文化」是不是我的真心期盼我也不肯定；或許，最直接的是「無我」，離開現實中自己，或是相反地「自戀式」的讓自己貼近自己？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;「無我」和「自戀」，是我存在所需嗎？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上不是我寫的，我還未有身邊不想欠缺的人。昨晚終於在網上開始為我兩周之後的約旦之旅作資料搜集，一開始，就找到了這個blog。香港男人，今年夏天獨自帶著相機到了約旦。我想愛上他，一個志趣相投的男人多難找。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我不是想說他的人，而是他的感覺。到了今天，「一個人的旅行是甚麼一回事，我逐漸感到迷糊了」。網上有人說約旦人很友善、好客，亦有人說約旦男人比中東多國的男人都好色，女性遊客投宿旅店對店主要格外小心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這些種種當然在我決定獨個兒去約旦時已做好了思想準備，但危機感卻越加困擾我：「一個人的旅行是甚麼一回事？！」從前一個人去旅行為了挑戰自己、表現自己，或是像上面筆者所說的，「專注感受當地文化」；今次一個人去旅行，純粹是因為單純地知道沒有朋友有這個長假這個閒情逸緻陪我到約旦和以色列，而我也沒理由因為沒有伴而不去做自己想做的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，在路上我會找到伴。但暗地裡我希望，今次將會是我最後一次的獨自上路。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-5869595547322573901?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5869595547322573901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=5869595547322573901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/5869595547322573901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're bad&lt;br /&gt;What we do&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fools&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get boned,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get stoned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get a room like no-one else&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be rich&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be kitch&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be the bastard of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get burned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get turned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get fucked inside out&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be ruled&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be fooled&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be a woman like a man&lt;br /&gt;like a, like a, like a&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, like a man&lt;br /&gt;(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a man, woman like a man, like a woman like a man, woman like a man&lt;br /&gt;(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, woman like a man&lt;br /&gt;(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, like a man&lt;br /&gt;(It really wasn't worth the ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hit&lt;br /&gt;Want to wait&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up&lt;br /&gt;Cum&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;eat your meat&lt;br /&gt;itchy feet&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;You reach me&lt;br /&gt;You bleach me&lt;br /&gt;You teach me of me&lt;br /&gt;How familiar&lt;br /&gt;We're bad&lt;br /&gt;What we do&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fools&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get boned,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get stoned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get a room like no-one else&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be rich&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be kitch&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be the bastard of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get burned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get turned&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get fucked inside out&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be ruled&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be fooled&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be a woman like a man&lt;br /&gt;like a woman, like a, like a man&lt;br /&gt;Like a man&lt;br /&gt;Like a man, man, man, man...&lt;br /&gt;Like a man, man, man, man...&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a man&lt;br /&gt;Woman like a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-1779397550674685729?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1779397550674685729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=1779397550674685729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/1779397550674685729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/1779397550674685729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/11/woman-like-man-damien-rice.html' title='Woman Like a Man - Damien Rice'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-6628544692542066697</id><published>2007-11-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:28:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>上海的士</title><content type='html'>我不喜歡上海，因為當地的服務奇差，即使是高檔酒店和餐店，服務水平都甚是強差人意。就是這一點，我覺得上海還有一段很長的日子才能追得上香港。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當然，人有很多類，我今次到上海遇到的第一個和最後一個的士司機，就是兩個極端。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抵滬首天晚上，走出酒店赴會，想必是繁忙時間，路上車子擾擾攘攘，但空的的士不多。突然看到對面馬路有一架豎起「空車」牌子的的士，趕忙招手。的士是停下來了，但司機沒望著我，東張西望的，樣子有點惹人討厭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我腦子立即閃過了上一次到上海的經歷。我和幾位朋友要的士司機帶我們到淮海中路1xxx號，但上海的的士司機是非得你告訴他1xxx號是靠近甚麼路，他會沒有安全感的。但我們是遊客啊，誰知道你靠近甚麼路。那司機將我們載到淮海中路隨便一段，周圍黑漆漆的，就叫我們下車，還說我們不知道確實位置是我們的問題，要我們自己下車找。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神經病！我們是絕對不會下車的，你一定要將我們帶到目的地，你是司機，這是你的責任。我和他各罵各自的，結果原來他要我們下車的地方才是1號，要由1號走到1000多號，我們發神經嗎？事後友人才讀出旅遊書中寫的，上海有幾家的士公司的服務水準較有保證，因為公司對員工是有特別指引的。印象中，其中一間叫「大眾」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，看到「樣子有點惹人討厭」的司機身後出現一輛「大眾」的士後，本來已走到那司機面前的我揮了揮手示意不要了，就走向了品質有保證的「大眾」。怎料，原來「大眾」已有乘客在裡面，我自然反應回頭，想吃回頭草。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回頭草是吃不得的。這時那個「樣子有點惹人討厭」的司機已站了出車外，向著我直說。我聽不見他說甚麼，但知道他在罵人。他要生氣我沒辦法，本以為他罵兩句就算了，怎知道他罵不停口，還要追著我罵，而且連「婊子」的話也出來了。生平頭一次給人罵婊子，總不能忍氣吞聲，就算我是也不由得你罵。但我不知道婊子的「男性」是甚麼，所以只得回他「你才是婊子」。是沒有氣勢，但我不喜歡坐，你拿我怎麼樣！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;趕快上了另一輛的士，說出地點，但車子動不得，因為那「樣子很討厭」的司機已將車子駛過來堵住我們的路。那的士司機再下車走到我窗旁罵：「臭婊子，你沒人要！」我只是不坐你的車，你竟敢罵我沒人要？！我豎起中指，他走掉了。我的的士司機靦腆地問我發生甚麼事，然後走甚麼路都先徵詢我同意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事後才想起，「極討厭司機」車頂上寫的是「優質車」三個字，應是最好的一種，多諷刺，多沒保證。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;載我到機場的的士司機，順理成章成為我上海之旅中的最後一位司機。晚上8:20的飛機，我6:50才坐進的士，哄著司機一定要在7:30前把我送到機場。他答應我盡快後，就好像當成他一生的使命般，要超前每一輛路上的車子。我們的的士就在高速公道上在所有大型貨車之間穿梭。我想，死在上海真劃不來，叫道：也不太趕的，你要注意安全。他安慰我說：這個你不用擔心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;風馳電摯了半小時，離機場還有7公里的時候，的士慢了下來，路突然開始堵了。「準是前面出狀況了，不然我們7點半以前一定到的。」司機喃喃自語，他比我還緊張，要我反過來安慰他沒問題。慢駛了近5分鐘後，發現不是「出狀況」，而是在修路，司機立即破口大罵：「呸，還以為是出狀況了！在這種時間修路，腦子有毛病，人家趕飛機的不用趕了！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最後，當然沒有錯過飛機。我很欣賞他這種職業操守，將乘客的使命放在第一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是一樣米養百樣人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-6628544692542066697?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6628544692542066697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=6628544692542066697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6628544692542066697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/6628544692542066697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='上海的士'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-7082566817449380316</id><published>2007-10-27T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:31:58.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>悶</title><content type='html'>剛才發現兩位現都是主播的master同學的blog，讀著他們不少十分個人的文章，有點訝異。他們擁有不少fans，他們的blog想必很多人都會天天追看。但他們仍敢於將自己的所做所想坦坦白白的寫出來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我盡可能不寫生活鎖事，我也不會赤裸裸地寫我的個人感情，因為我不想像一張白紙讓別人閱讀。我寫blog就像我對人生有很多principles一樣規範著我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到一些行家寫blog，很有深度，談的都是時事、寫的都是哲理，但讀得多了，覺得很假。文章華麗一定可以impress到人，但你寫出來的東西不等於就是你。很多事情都只是包裝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相反我因為自己的principles，很多東西不能寫，心血來潮想寫但又要花氣力去包裝，所以最後的結果是今年至今的產量才得14篇。這是第15篇。開始覺得寫blog只是為未來的我記住今天的自己。失去了交流的意義。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9月由四川回來，天天喊的是悶。是悶得很沮喪那種。原來有兩個飛來讓我改變的機會都放棄了，只得繼續悶。原來周末嚮往呆在家里讀書煮飯的，現在都要擠得滿滿的。早在9月中時我的周末節目已排到11月尾。但還是悶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了換工作、換男人，還有甚麼辦法解悶？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-7082566817449380316?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7082566817449380316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=7082566817449380316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7082566817449380316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7082566817449380316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_27.html' title='悶'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-2346229858833925110</id><published>2007-10-15T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:57:45.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>紅顏渦水</title><content type='html'>兩次的相處，都讓我出奇不意。第一次是我一年來的願望竟然實現了，第二次是我一生的幻想「無端端」被破滅了。就在於一個月的差別、兩天的差別。&lt;br /&gt;百思不得其解。難道我真是紅顏渦水。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-2346229858833925110?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2346229858833925110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=2346229858833925110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2346229858833925110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/2346229858833925110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='紅顏渦水'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-1833313478950692484</id><published>2007-09-25T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:18:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tears And Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Blunt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從成都到黃龍的路上&lt;br /&gt;從九寨溝回成都的路上&lt;br /&gt;從成都去卧龍的路上&lt;br /&gt;Ipod裡都是響著James Blunt和Damien Rice的歌&lt;br /&gt;他們略帶沙啞的聲線夾雜著憂怨&lt;br /&gt;完全洗滌了我的心扉&lt;br /&gt;所以這兩周&lt;br /&gt;每當在夜闌人靜的路上&lt;br /&gt;我都播著同樣的歌&lt;br /&gt;讓自己又回到四川的土地上&lt;br /&gt;夢想著自己不在香港&lt;br /&gt;不過著一樣的日子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚跑在路上&lt;br /&gt;遇上了那陣無法令人釋懷的秋風&lt;br /&gt;今年的首次相遇&lt;br /&gt;就是在風中高舉雙手的感覺&lt;br /&gt;擁抱秋天的感覺&lt;br /&gt;難道那也是丹丹說落單的感覺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-1833313478950692484?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1833313478950692484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=1833313478950692484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/1833313478950692484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/1833313478950692484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/09/tears-and-rain.html' title='Tears and Rain'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-7468823745008089131</id><published>2007-08-21T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:59:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>靜</title><content type='html'>我逐漸失去了sweet的一面。身邊的人向我抱怨，我不再懂得安慰。尤其向我抱怨工作的，我不知道可以說甚麼。友人抓狂，因為工作7天，每天只睡數小時，我說，吃得咸魚抵得渴，你一月個賺7萬，老闆當然用盡你，覺得辛苦，辭職吧。ibanker和空姐也說工作辛苦，我也是想，這是你自己選擇的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「吃得咸魚抵得渴」是我多年前學懂的道理，雖然我的「咸魚」不知為何物，但既然是我選擇的路，就應開心見誠地走下去，直到不想再走時，就應另找出路。如果連尋找出路的勇氣也沒有的，我覺得就根本沒資格抱怨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我並不是衝著任何人說的，我只是很討厭聽到抱怨，可能是因為我抱怨時，也沒有人理解，所以我學會了凡事自己承擔就好。我明白有時抱怨只是為撒嬌，聽聽別人安慰的說話心情就好了，但若對著像我這種撒嬌和安慰能力都失去的人時，結果只會令兩方都難受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我說不出你想聽的說話，我只能說聲對不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-7468823745008089131?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7468823745008089131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=7468823745008089131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7468823745008089131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7468823745008089131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_21.html' title='靜'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-3373102344219638665</id><published>2007-08-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:33:33.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>背包客</title><content type='html'>由3年前的我有好多好多東西想記下、想發表，到今天的我每每衝動坐到網誌前，卻又欲言又止，究竟是甚麼原因？是甚麼不同了？是我腦袋已停頓了嗎？是我不再在乎我的聲音是否被聽見了嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸媽到歐洲旅行第17天，還有8天才回來。我離我的四川之旅還有21天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旅行永遠是我的生存期待。前晚在網上做資料搜集時到了些青年旅社的網站，重拾了那股久違了的興奮。上次獨個兒旅行是甚麼時候了？不計出差，兩年前跟友人在克羅地亞拜拜後獨自到米蘭兩天算嗎？嚴格一點的，應是2002年12月我和友人遊完Cambodia之後，自己到越南的那一程吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;竟然差不多5年前的事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很喜歡獨個兒去旅行的感覺，總帶點淒美的浪漫。在旅途上結識的朋友，又總是那麼的親切，就是你只認識了他一夜，已會將整輩子的事告訴他的那種。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剛剛看完朋友寄來的一段影片：一位媽媽獨自徒步到拉薩的照片片段，那是她送給自己的50歲禮物。看著看著，你會雙眼通紅。是拉薩嗎？是那背包客的精神嗎？應該兩樣都是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個時候，我又想記下我的古巴之旅。那是我人生中最迷失，但又最清醒的時刻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還是下次吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-3373102344219638665?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3373102344219638665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=3373102344219638665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/3373102344219638665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/3373102344219638665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='背包客'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-4197154329364599400</id><published>2007-07-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:45:40.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他</title><content type='html'>「你成日見咁多人，都無啱架咩？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3年後，終於第一次因為工作，認識了一個很好的男人。&lt;br /&gt;也成為第一次，喜歡了一個有家室的男人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘗過了、知道了就好。感覺，則可以放下了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-4197154329364599400?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4197154329364599400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=4197154329364599400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/4197154329364599400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/4197154329364599400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='他'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-7380862696238417870</id><published>2007-06-22T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:23:48.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woman: safety</title><content type='html'>I don't like guys who talk like Prince Charming. The end is kinda lame. But I found this piece quite entertaining. Here is Jackson Gordon, a columnist of Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;At the Bar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me. I saw you across the bar and you were so beautiful I thought I would come and say hello.”&lt;br /&gt;The goddess of the bar smiles deeply. “Thanks. But I have heard that line before.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good – so you know what goes next.”&lt;br /&gt;“You wanna know if I want a drink.” She goes on with the conversation dance.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I wanted to tell you I have herpes.”&lt;br /&gt;Then I jerk awake in a cold sweat from my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I ever received was from one of Ali G’s guests – back before he went across the pond to the and HBO. He was having a round table discussion about sex with a televangelist, a “True Love Waits” virgin, somebody else, and a porn star. Ali G asked all of them to just say one word about sex – no more, no less. Everyone said what you expected them to say, the tele-priest said: “God”, the virgin said “patience”, the other person said “blah, blah, blah”, but it was the porn star that forever changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Safety.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken back by that. Out of the all the vocabulary that a porn star has she said “safety”. Why? The credits rolled and the porn star never got to explain. But I thought about that for days. And I realized that if she contracts a disease, tears something, or has a shaving accident, her career is over. Forever. Like a professional footballer that tears his or hers Achilles heel.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when I realized “safety” was the last thing that rolled off my tongue when I rolled out of Lan Kwai Fong after too many drinks with my clammy palms gripping the angel of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One alarming trend I find in is that women once inebriated throw their risk concerns out the window. And often you get into point of no return situations – where your manhood is put to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never has a woman asked me if I had a condom, I am always the one that brings it up. It usually goes like this, “We need protection, baby.” They would shake their heads violently and bumble out, “Why? I am safe. Aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five seconds before penetration is the worst time to bring up your sexual history and if a man wanted to lie – it would be then. And a forced question like that – forces you as a guy to defend your own honor, “Of course I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then let’s do this.” And five hours later when you are both spent, bodies sweaty in a heap wrapped in wet sheets, she is asleep on your chest and you are watching the sunrise through the towering IFC building - as a guy you find myself asking, “God, I hope she was telling the truth.”&lt;br /&gt;So I had to come up with a foolproof way that with any situation – drunk or sober – I would not bypass “safety” standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my savior came from Toys R Us just before Christmas. And I felt like a dirty old man – there I was a single guy perusing the toy aisles in being pushed about by kids of all shapes and sizes and their parents making mental notes about what they could or could not afford. And I was looking for a way for to prevent STDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a Ladies Night, it happened – and after an uncountable amount of Fuzzy Navels in Lan Kwai Fong – she asked me to take her to my place. She lived in and said it was too late to catch her bus. Okay, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we staggered hand in hand to my place and I took her to my rooftop. When the making out started to progress further with her hand up my shirt and down other places, I yanked away and disappeared downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned, she looks bewildered especially when she realizes I am hiding something behind my back. “You have to ask permission.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are you hiding?” I sat down and kissed her deeply but she kept her eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Then I pull out a small Teddy Bear between us. And she throws her hand over her mouth to hide her laughing. “My Teddy Bear is very protective.” I continue.&lt;br /&gt;“Really? Is he?”&lt;br /&gt;“She.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I am sorry, she.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ask her if you can have sex with me.”&lt;br /&gt;She laughs even harder.&lt;br /&gt;I act like the Teddy Bear wants to tell me something. I lean down to listen. “She says yes if you will kiss her tummy.”&lt;br /&gt;“Her tummy?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, she is bi-curious.” That gets a bigger laugh. But she leans forward and gives it a big kiss. That’s when she hears the plastic crumble underneath and feels it against her lips. “What’s that?”&lt;br /&gt;“Protection.” And I unzip the back of the Teddy Bear and slide out a condom.&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun begins: having her help me put it on and then us getting it on. Sure, its corny. But who knew that fuzzy navels stop nightmares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-7380862696238417870?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7380862696238417870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=7380862696238417870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7380862696238417870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/7380862696238417870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/woman-safety.html' title='woman: safety'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-112630681488520332</id><published>2007-06-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:02:20.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可悲</title><content type='html'>「港女」的話題好舊了，但發現竟原來有女同事在報上寫了一篇有關的文章，我有幾句想說。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;數周前在上海，認識了一個丹麥朋友，他說香港和上海的女孩他都有約會過，兩地的女孩都很漂亮，只是上海的女孩缺少了「這裡」，說著他指了指腦袋。我笑著跟他說：「這就是香港男孩最不想要的東西。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當有人心存嘲諷地說，內地女孩聽話溫柔，甚麼家事都會做時，我相信很多香港女孩都會想，那香港男孩就北上找女孩吧，因為我寧可不嫁，也不會降格自己，去做一個為做家務而活的女人。「不嫁」不等於「嫁不出」，若果以為不結婚可以要脅到香港女孩的話，這些人也太天真了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很慶幸我身邊的男性朋友不會講港女的話題，因為我相信只有同一層次的人會聚在一起；所以只有港男身邊，才會出現港女。我的女性朋友會買名牌，但很多都是自己買的，而且也會買名牌給男朋友。我的男性朋友也會買名牌給女朋友，因為他們自己也用名牌，這並不是甚麼大不了的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;貪慕虛榮並不是罪，最重要的是有本事去貪慕虛榮。而在愛情之中，一切都是你情我願的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-112630681488520332?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112630681488520332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=112630681488520332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/112630681488520332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/112630681488520332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_11.html' title='可悲'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-3291694604682466725</id><published>2007-06-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:24:10.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夢</title><content type='html'>想寫一篇關於夢境的文章很久了，因為夢的世界，是我的第二個生命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;別人說，發夢讓人得不到真正的休息；而我，記不起有哪一天不發夢。我的夢有顏色、有味道，而且夢醒後，還記得清清楚楚。不過，要老實點，有味道的夢我還只做過一次，大概是一個月前，我夢到我在吃一條石頭魚，那鮮甜的味道是醒了後還記得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我從前最常發的夢有三種，不過隨著年紀大了，這三種夢出現的次數，已越來越少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一種，是鬼夢。我總是覺得，我小時候的屋子有「那種」東西，所以也常夢到。不過，夢得多後，在夢裡知道即將會有鬼出現時，就會突然記起自己在發夢，然後大聲叫醒自己，那恐怖的世界，就會離我遠去。我的意志力，看來還不賴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二種，是飛的夢。做飛的夢不是鬧著玩的，是很累的事，因為總代表著有「不尋常」的事發生。「起飛」時我通常都用「蛙式」，「升空」了，就立刻變成極速飛行，快得有時候會怕撞到高樓大廈上去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實除了做飛的夢，我也常做跑的夢。雖然在現實世界，我要說我是跑步好手也不會臉紅，但在夢裡，我總是跑得很吃力，就是腿也抬不起的那種，所以每一步都是用彈的，就像小鹿斑比一樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三種，是忘記考試的夢。這種夢我想不用多解釋了，很多人都做過，因為我媽也說至今她仍會做這種夢。唉，考試可真是折磨人一生的東西呀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說來慚愧，怎麼我的「第二生命」好像總是很灰暗壓抑似的，難道我真的就是這麼一個人。其實也不是啦，像我前晚就夢到我成功打通給蘇兆明，他還跟我暢談了很多可以作精彩報道的材料。可惜，事實時，第二天我再嘗試打給他時，他又不接我電話了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還有，不知你有否試過，會多次做同一個夢，而那夢境，可能是相隔多年才出現一次。進入了那夢境，你即時發現似曾相識，知道下一步會發生甚麼事。即使明知道要降臨的是災難，你也已學乖選擇了別一步去走，但最後，要發生的，怎都會發生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這種夢，我也常做。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-3291694604682466725?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3291694604682466725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=3291694604682466725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/3291694604682466725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/3291694604682466725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='夢'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-5705779210949356733</id><published>2007-06-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:32:52.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since April it's been taipei, phuket and shanghai, but vacations are never enough for me, I can't wait till my long journey arrives in sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2092397359"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and the pictures will walk you through the fabulous wedding of my dear friend vivian, which took place in phuket, and in which i was the maid of honor for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi has started her new life in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, life is full of magic. For me, I just need to leave this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/RmGeoKLI8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HCUaPXvUh6o/s1600-h/IMGP0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071509068158922930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkL4lxtYcsc/RmGeoKLI8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HCUaPXvUh6o/s400/IMGP0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-5705779210949356733?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5705779210949356733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-6395816152084263558</id><published>2007-05-17T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:41:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>理想何價</title><content type='html'>近日，同業間有個小討論，爆發點是劉主筆的一篇「感言」。還好，小記者們心中的不憤，事後獲得陳教授代筆訴諸，亦算得以舒解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以「賤賣理想」去形容，實在是一言中的。相信我的朋友和讀者，都在我過去的文章中，讀到無數次我做記者的爭扎。我是否實踐到我的理想是一個自身的問題，但人工待遇就直接影響到我自身價值的問題。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還記得一年前，我聽到真人秀Apprentice中Donald Trump的一句話：「她年薪x0萬（美金），你年薪才x萬，她的價值比你高是無可置疑的！」我現在忘記了x是多少，但我記得，我之後沮喪了好一陣子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我沮喪，不是因為我沒有x萬年薪，而是我知道，無論我多努力告訴、麻醉自己，我的價值不是以我的人工去衡量，但外面的人，會這樣衡量我。我的人工，代表了我的market value。連老板也要刻意壓價，不尊重你的價值，那你如何叫外間的人尊重你的價值。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們這行人工低，但別人對我們的期望就特高，有甚麼問題跑來問，回答不了就被拋下一句：你點做記者架！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面對不公平，就是記者的世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;談回劉主筆的手記，我想我一定不合符他薪火相傳的資格。雖然我從前亦因為很想入行，甘心被減人工，也以為很清楚自己的人生路向，但我從沒想過要為當記者節衣縮食，因為花錢根本就是我的本性，而且我也看不到為何兩者有沖突。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事實上，更諷刺的是，我是入行越久，才越搞不清楚自己的人生路向。雖然我現在的人工至加至合理水平，（但當然還離我的朋友好遠），可惜已經太遲了。因為理想，是可以磨滅的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要再自欺欺人了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;編輯室手記  劉進圖&lt;br /&gt;2007-05-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《她來自屯門》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周六下午，最後一輪新人面試，有一位準畢業生各方面表現俱佳，我們有意錄用，但看到她填報的住址是屯門，港聞主管劉頌陽忍不住提醒她，當記者薪金大約九千至一萬元，每天深夜才下班，從柴灣找公車回屯門，每月的交通費超過一千五百元，還要孝敬父母家用和償還大學貸款，好些現職同事因此每月只有千餘元自用，生活非常刻苦，她有沒有想過能捱多久？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;實在沒有想到，那位外表柔弱的女同學，原來為加入新聞行業下了很大決心，很早作出準備，她念大學時便省吃儉用，盡量不花光學生貸款，儲了五萬餘元，作為畢業後從報館基層做起的儲備。她說只申請了《明報》一家，倘若《明報》沒有空位，她才報其他機構，為了方便來《明報》上班，她找了一個在港島居住的好朋友幫忙，預備寄住在朋友家，周末才回屯門探望父母，這樣可以多給一些家用，彌補父親當基層工作的微薄收入。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們聽了，心裏很感動，新聞行業就是靠這些為理想不計付出的年輕人，才能薪火相傳，相比起一些在溫室成長、從來沒嘗過匱乏、搞不清自己人生路向的同學，這位來自屯門的女孩，更值得我們珍惜和期待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人心  陳惜姿&lt;br /&gt;2007-05-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《賤買理想》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這陣子，快畢業的同學都在找工作，看到《明報》「編輯室手記」專欄，主筆劉進圖寫他跟求職者面試的見聞，趣味盎然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他寫的，我想有很多都是我教過的新聞系學生。但前幾天看到他寫的〈她來自屯門〉，我有點氣上心頭。劉主筆是我朋友，我也曾在《明報》工作過，《明報》每月都支稿費給我，但有些東西不吐不快，聲明對事不對人，也為這行業痛心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;文章寫到一個準畢業生，家住屯門，來《明報》面試獲取錄了。她明白《明報》位於小西灣，每月來回的車費超過千五元，而她的月薪不過九千至一萬。原來她矢志入報館工作，讀大學時便已省吃儉用，儲了五萬餘元，為月薪微薄的記者工作作準備。另外，她為了準備到《明報》上班，已請求一個住在港島的朋友幫忙，讓她寄住，周末才回屯門的家。這樣，便可省回不少金錢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;劉主筆聽了很感動，說「新聞行業就是靠這些為理想不計付出的年輕人，才能薪火相傳」。我只覺憤怒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我九二年一月開始當記者，起薪點一萬，與同學相比，不高也不低。今天有學生告訴我，有報館只肯給她八千五，她問我要不要接受，她很想入報行，無奈待遇太低。同一屆學生，到星展銀行做MT（Management Trainee），起薪點一萬八千五，足足多了一萬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想問，是誰決定記者必然低薪的宿命？不少報館都是上市公司，雖不至賺大錢，但好歹是一盤會牟利的生意。記者入報館工作，不是入慈善機構，不應只講理想不談薪水。為什麼一個人有理想，就要被剝削？新聞系的學生，不少都是尖子，他們的市場價值很高，別的行業爭相請他們。要是報館仍是要賤買他們的理想，我會勸學生別加入這一行，因為反正兩三年後他們就會夢醒離開。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-6395816152084263558?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-3073556430962904485</id><published>2007-02-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:54:41.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想家</title><content type='html'>「爹，你哭甚麼？是誰欺負了你？你告訴我們…」&lt;br /&gt;許三觀身體靠在欄杆上，對三個兒子嗚咽著說：「我老了，我的血沒人要了，只有油漆匠會要…」&lt;br /&gt;兒子說：「爹，你到底要說甚麼？」&lt;br /&gt;這時許玉蘭來了，許玉蘭走上去，拉住許三觀的兩只袖管，問他：「許三觀，你這是怎麼了？你出門時還好端端的，怎麼就成個淚人了？」&lt;br /&gt;許三觀看到許玉蘭來了，就抬起手去擦眼淚，他擦著眼淚對許玉蘭說：「許玉蘭，我老了，我以後不能再賣血了，我的血沒人要了，以後家裡遇上災禍怎麼辦…」&lt;br /&gt;許玉蘭說：「許三觀，我們現在不用賣血了，現在家裡不缺錢，以後家裡也不會缺錢的。你賣甚麼血？你今天為甚麼要去賣血？」&lt;br /&gt;許三觀說：「我想吃一盤炒豬肝，我想喝二兩黃酒，我想賣了血以後就去吃炒豬肝，就去喝黃酒…」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——摘錄自余華的《許三觀賣血記》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《許》是《兄弟》之後，第二本我讀的余華小說；《許》比我想像中輕鬆得多，讓眼淺的我，一直讀至最尾第四頁，才流下兩滴眼淚。是那句「以後家裡遇上災禍怎麼辦」：中國人的那種災難感，父親那種為家付出的愛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這陣子很喜歡與爸媽黏在一起；一起看vcd，一起行山，一起吃飯…雖然我仍是不會向他們訴說心事，仍是會扮小女孩亂發脾氣，但是那種安心、舒服的感覺，是與別人沒有的。所以這陣子，我都寧靜留在家，很少上家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記得大年初二與家人和親戚吃過開年飯後回到公司，一直在想：不知他們現在在做甚麼呢？然後就打了幾通電話給妹妹追查。那天MSN的名字用了「home sick」，幾位朋友都以為我在國外，但一問之後發現我只是在公司後，他們的反應都是：哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實這不是一個笑話，感覺就像小時即使與媽媽一起在家裡，我都會不停對她說「我好掛住你」，因為不知怎地，我真是會有那種「屈住既感覺」。媽媽當時不明白，以為我只是在撒嬌。現在長大了，我再不會向爸媽直接說「我好掛住你」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以說要珍惜現在擁有的，最重要是不要留下遺憾。最近突然想，自己雖負擔不起搬出去住，但變相多了一家人相聚的時間，喝多了爸爸煲的湯，也是一種福氣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛得太遲&lt;br /&gt;歌手：古巨基&lt;br /&gt;作曲：楊鎮邦＠宇宙大爆炸&lt;br /&gt;填詞：林夕&lt;br /&gt;編曲：雷頌德&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我過去　那死黨　早晚共對&lt;br /&gt;各也紮職以後　沒法暢聚&lt;br /&gt;而終於相約到　但無言共對　疏淡如水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日夜做　見爸爸　剛好想呻&lt;br /&gt;卻霎眼　看出他　多了皺紋&lt;br /&gt;而他的蒼老感　是從來未覺　太內疚擔心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最心痛是　愛是太遲&lt;br /&gt;有些心意　不可等某個日子&lt;br /&gt;盲目地發奮　忙忙忙其實自私&lt;br /&gt;夢中也習慣　有壓力要我得志&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最可怕是　愛需要及時&lt;br /&gt;只差一秒　心聲都已變歷史&lt;br /&gt;忙極亦放肆　見我愛見的相知&lt;br /&gt;要抱要吻要怎麼也好&lt;br /&gt;偏要推說等下一次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也覺　我體質　彷似下降&lt;br /&gt;看了症得到是　別要太忙&lt;br /&gt;而影碟　都掃光　但從來未看　因有事趕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日夜做　儲的錢　都應該夠&lt;br /&gt;到聖誕　正好講　跟我白頭&lt;br /&gt;誰知她開了口　未能挨下去　已恨我很久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;錯失太易　愛得太遲&lt;br /&gt;我怎想到　她忍不到那日子&lt;br /&gt;盲目地發奮　忙忙忙從來未知&lt;br /&gt;幸福會掠過　再也沒法說鍾意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛一個字　也需要及時&lt;br /&gt;只差一秒　心聲都已變歷史&lt;br /&gt;為何未放肆　見我愛見的相知&lt;br /&gt;要抱要吻要怎麼也好&lt;br /&gt;不要相信一切有下次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相擁我所愛又花幾多秒　這幾秒&lt;br /&gt;能夠做到又有多少&lt;br /&gt;未算少　足夠遺憾忘掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少抱憾　多少過路人&lt;br /&gt;太懂估計　卻不懂愛錫自身&lt;br /&gt;人人在發奮　想起他朝都興奮&lt;br /&gt;但今晚未過　你要過也很吸引&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;縱不信運　你不過是人&lt;br /&gt;理想很遠　愛於咫尺卻在等&lt;br /&gt;來日別操心　趁你有能力開心&lt;br /&gt;世界有太多東西發生&lt;br /&gt;不要等到天上俯瞰&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-3073556430962904485?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116988827502190511</id><published>2007-01-27T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:39:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>婆婆小傳</title><content type='html'>原來有些故事，真的要等到主角不在時，才有機會聽到，然後即使有再多的疑問，都無從找到答案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早兩個禮拜，與媽媽和妹妹行山，沿途上媽媽又在說小故事，談到了婆婆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「婆婆以前的老公很疼她的。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還是頭一次聽到有人談「婆婆以前的老公」。我的公公和婆婆的第一段婚姻都在大陸發生，之後兩人各自逃難到台灣，才邂逅重婚。所以我媽雖然是「大女兒」，但自少與兩個同母異父的兄姊生活，我也多了個大姨媽和大舅舅。公公那邊，前妻和兒子都一直留在大陸，我還在讀小學的時候，有機會跟公公和媽媽「回鄉」，才見過他們。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直以來，我知道的都只有這麼多，細節是怎樣，也未有深究。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「那以前的老公是做什麼的？」&lt;br /&gt;「他是從事地下工作的。」&lt;br /&gt;「什麼是地下工作，掘井嗎？」我自以為幽默地說著。&lt;br /&gt;「他是做情報工作的。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我頓時全身的血都燙起來；「情報工作！怎麼沒聽你說過？！好fascinating呀！」&lt;br /&gt;很cool的妹妹也附和著：「對呀對呀！」&lt;br /&gt;姐妹倆很久沒跟媽這樣追問故事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婆婆從小因為家裡富有被寵壞，這個故事我知道，但原來「之前的公公」因為工作關係很少在家，所以有機會回家時，亦是對婆婆千依百順，而且由於懂說話的關係，常逗得婆婆很高興。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某一天，在國共內戰那個動盪的年代，國民黨要在昆明召開一次集會，「之前的公公」也被召了過去。在集會之前，婆婆已被安排好踏上逃亡到台灣之路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，今次集會的情報也被敵方——即共產黨——發現，他們更打探到「我方」情報員坐的不同班機，最後「之前的公公」是一下機，就被逮個正著；其後命運可想而知。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婆婆獨個兒帶著兩個小孩到了台灣後，住進了國民黨的眷村，一直未知「之前的公公」的下落。直到一天，她在街上看到一個帶著「之前的公公」也有的徽章的男人走過，捉住他才打聽到一二。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到這裡，「以前的公公」的故事就完結了。亦因為情節不多，留給了我很多暇想的空間。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我頓時對婆婆肅然起敬。一個女人，嫁了兩個讓我敬佩的男人，她，一定也是個了不起的女人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實媽那次的總結是，「我的公公」因為比較納悶內歛，說話不會逗婆婆開心，所以婆婆在心裡對公公總有一絲未能釋懷的結。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的公公生前是國民黨少將，黃埔軍校六期畢業，以更直接的形式效忠於黨。即使脫下了軍服，公公那正氣澟然的感覺亦揮之不去；而在我心目中，他同時也是最有耐性、最有教養和最疼我媽的公公。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，我心目中的婆婆卻截然不同了。我的「讀者」和朋友可能記得，我婆婆在一年多半前亦離開了，享年八十多歲。她即使踏入晚年後，脾氣還是十足。對著這位「被寵壞了的婆婆」，「被寵壞了的我」自然也耐不住性子，時常鬥氣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小時候我胖嘟嘟的，別人都說我和婆婆長得一個樣子，但長大後我才發現，其實我的性格和婆婆更像。我只是未發現，她老人家經歷了這麼多風雨，她的所思所想和一舉一動，又怎能是我的智慧所能包容的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我想說，婆婆，我好尊敬您！我好想您。我好想坐在床邊，聽您講您的故事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116988827502190511?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116988827502190511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116988827502190511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116988827502190511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116988827502190511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_27.html' 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type='text'>新年快樂，我很快樂</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個月沒有update，活了一個月在holiday mood中。就這樣踏進了2007年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的大計，就是繼續尋找自己的天地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找了這麼久，已大概有了個方向，而且思想準備工夫做了不少，心態上，也踏實和自然了。明白自己幸福，可以大不了，選擇一走了之。總之，沒有人可以給我耍態度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自由西藏回來，一直很期待今年的來臨，因為有預感，今年會有很多選擇、很多改變。只要我能走出那小屋，外面的藍天白雪會再次屬於我。我的世界原本就不應是這麼小的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這兩周忙著見回港渡假的朋友，忙得都累倒了。喜歡見到他們，記起從前的自己，讓自己扮演從前的自己，聊起天與地，從文學到賭場，從中東到南美，從夢想到現實，不再只是股市和是非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年另一最熱切的話題是，每個舊朋友（是每個，沒有誇張）總會問：為何還沒有拍拖？我也總會反問：有無好介紹？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是單身3年多了，是有想被照顧的時候，也是有時想退休，但不知為何我仍很「老定」，知道我要的人，一定會出現的。再算再肥，那份自信，我還是有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很奇怪吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116793506869764507?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;我了解自己並無意放棄在工作上打拼，而且對拉薩的憧憬也隨著丹丹離我越來越遠。我的工作在這邊，我明年可以到拉薩多少次呢？即使時間許可，我又會到拉薩多少次呢？以我的習慣，我很少到同一個地方多過一次旅遊的，我不想咖啡店成為一種束縛，唯一要我回到拉薩的理由。但若我不常回去，投資了咖啡店豈不等於無？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最後G找到了一個「頂手費」和月租都很平宜的鋪子，三個人也只需每人拿三萬元出來作前期費用。那鋪位置雖然不太開揚，但接近多是招待外國遊客的青年旅館，加上月租平宜，要平衡成本，應不是問題。 賺錢，我則不敢奢望了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，三萬元雖不多，但我在算，三萬元也可以買很多對鞋子、可以遊一趟歐洲、可以……那開咖啡店玩玩，是否真的值得？幾番思量後，我覺得以低成本賺取做生意的經驗實在是難能可貴，何況G和P都有做生意的經驗，也是老實人，這種拍擋並不是每天都能踫到的。這種事，我還要趁年輕有勁時試一試！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這間咖啡店的室內設計會由我負責（其實是我霸著來做，兩個男人好像甚麼都無所謂，也是好事），小的東西像咖啡豆和杯子等也由我來採購（厠所水電則由他們搞*奸笑*）。剛剛在網上看咖啡機的種類，發現自己真的甚麼也不懂，有需要認認真真的上課學弄咖啡去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看來，我的決定是對的，能投入地做一件事，這件事還是「工作」，這種置工作於娛樂的感覺真好。而且，有了第二份工作，那對第一份工作有何不滿時，就更能潚酒到離去了！這也正是我的詭計。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友們，日後到拉薩記得要多多「幫襯」哦！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116517076590305663?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116463878733116351</id><published>2006-11-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:07:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天葬鷹</title><content type='html'>我很喜歡天葬鷹的故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為何藏人選擇讓鷹吃掉他們的身軀？原來不只因為它們是天上之王，或牠們的眼光比誰都遠，牠們還有鮮為人知的故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;動物吃食物需要排泄，而鳥類是一邊飛一邊排的。鷹由於飛得高，它的排泄物由高空墜落時，經過氣壓化為烏有，而人被鷹排出來的剩物，也一樣消失在空氣中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不只沒有人見過鷹的排泄物，鷹的屍體也沒有人見過。鷹知道自己瀕臨生命邊緣時，會衝向太陽越飛越高，最後亦因為氣溫和氣壓的關係，鷹自己也在空中化為灰燼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;藏人就是看中鷹這種具傲氣的神秘特質吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還有，藏人認為，被鷹吃得越清光的屍體，那人生前一定是一個好人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很玄。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116463878733116351?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116463878733116351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116463878733116351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116463878733116351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116463878733116351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='天葬鷹'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116431577753263089</id><published>2006-11-24T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:08:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do in Hanoi? I ate.</title><content type='html'>After the first day of APEC conference, things became quite enjoyable. I finally had a glimpse of a correspondent's life, which I've longed to have, to walk around town, talk with people, and spot my own news story. I would say my reward in this trip is seeing Hu, Bush, Abe, Roh Moo-hyun and some other high ranking officials, and last but not the least, food, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a "showcase" of my gourmet trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first dinner at the highly acclaimed Bobby Chinn, and I returned for my last lunch with other reporter friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating with an empty chair, but Dan Dan's sms has brightened my solitary moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0047.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the signature dishes, blackened barramundi on braised banana blossoms, but to be honest, the ambience is far better than the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Brother's Cafe. Vietnamese lunch Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/SP_A0055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/SP_A0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean dinner at Daewoo Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at a small Korean restaurant across the street from my hotel, and I think its food tasted better than Daewoo's, and cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/fion%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/fion%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had companions!! The political reporters arrived and we had our first dinner at the cozy Vietnamese restaurant Indochine. Food was great. Waiter who served us was halirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their open kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/fion%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/fion%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MEMORY of the trip: the tasting menu at Le Beaulieu in the Sofitel Metropole Hotel. A LOT OF COURSES for only USD78. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0261.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0261.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with a complimentary starter, still not sure what it was after tasting, should be pumpkin soup with fried eggplant, it's good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok even blogger got jealous and prohibited me from more picture postings, so let me start a new entry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116431577753263089?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116431577753263089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116431577753263089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116431577753263089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116431577753263089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-did-i-do-in-hanoi-i-ate.html' title='What did I do in Hanoi? I ate.'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116431286208447154</id><published>2006-11-24T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:27:09.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0262.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0262.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plate full of foie gras, innovative styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0266.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0266.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scallop on top of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lobster (sorry my camera sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what it is, something fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb, with passion fruit sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert, dessert (there was a selection of cheese as the last course too but I didn't take picture of it, and yes I finished all the food, can you imagine?! that's why my face bloated after the trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/fion%2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/fion%2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last supper at Emperor, a Vietnamese restaurant that won the 2005 best fine dining award. Just look at the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was awesome and yet not expensive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't serve Vietnamese dessert, but this apple pie I had was mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last breakfast in the hotel, I really liked the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/IMGP0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lunch back at Bobby Chinn, the dish's called "Symphony of Flavors". Very creative, French and Vietnamese fusion. Again, food's overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116431286208447154?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116431286208447154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116431286208447154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116431286208447154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116431286208447154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/plate-full-of-foie-gras-innovative.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116343856869014947</id><published>2006-11-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:03:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanoi</title><content type='html'>朋友問：為何這麼久沒寫blog了？&lt;br /&gt;沒有，回港後完全沒有寫作靈感，所以現在到了越南，又可以寫了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二次到越南，第一次到河內。抵步的第一個想法是，越南完全沒變啊，5年後還是一樣，但想想河內雖然是首都，但比胡志明市落後，可能是發展了5年，才到胡志明的發展程度吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;河內市中有幾個湖，很喜歡在湖邊逛，感覺比在鋪滿x土的街道要好得多。白天在湖邊有很多老人家和小孩在休憩，晚上則坐滿情侶，都是清一色的姿勢，就是男熊抱女的，或是女熊抱男的，反正讓我想到的，就是這裡的人，怎麼這麼懂享受生活啊。食肆旁的路上，亦總是坐上了一圍圍的食客，一家大小，一班朋友的，嘻嘻哈哈很是熱鬧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越南人很愛笑，好像很溫文似的。河內街上飛行的機車數目，是我在任何一個城市都未見過的，人要橫過馬路，絕非易事。但你不會看到像香港般，有司機因為另一輛車插到他前面，而立即破口大罵，他們只是停一停，又若無其事地繼續開車。今天APEC的秘書處總裁說，越南人很少講多謝或對不起，因為對他們來說是太formal的事，他們只會笑笑代之。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，昨日當我數道開火時，得到的回應也是笑，令我滿肚子氣也罵不下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首次到大會會場，新建的，的士司機也不知道在哪裡。頭半段路，司機明顯在繞路，車錶已跳到比平時一倍的價錢，但心想是公司的錢，我嚥下氣不說話，況且我說英文他也聽不懂。到了下半段路，司機迷路了，叫他問道人他只會呆呆的看著我，我唯有打電話到新聞中心，叫他們自己解說。這時我的臉已全黑，本來15分鐘的路程，花了大半小時。下車前即使他聽不懂，我也要指著車錶和手錶罵一大堆，司機也只是對著我陪笑，還要伸手替我開車門，弄得我啼笑不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下了車，發現司機原來把我放在會場的另一個入口，而記者出入的入口是最偏遠的一個，我心裡又亂罵一通。問拿著槍守衛的士兵路，他們一句英語也不會說，只是搖頭不准我進入，我又指著他們發脾氣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個會場的安排讓記者感到不是人。記者的通道不單是最偏遠的，而且由於保安問題，的士不能進入，需要人行300米，到達安檢處，再行300米，才正式到達會場的入口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辛苦進入會場，我再發脾氣，因為溝通相當溝難。河內百姓不會講英文我可以理解，但在舉行國際會議的場地，我期望大會工作人員是可以操起碼溝通水平的英文。但當我發覺，坐在「英文」文件後的小姐面亦對我的問題一曉不通，我真的十分氣餒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7個小時後，我離開會場回酒店寫稿，由於等不及每兩小時才開出一班的shuttle bus，唯有再走出那漫長的通道。我又越走越氣，越走越氣，就拿出電話，漫遊撥了一通電話到新聞處，像爆發般發洩所有不滿，自覺也有點咄咄逼人。最後，電話的另一端心平氣口的說，會將我的意見「反映」的，雖明知沒結果，肚裡的氣也算消了一半。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還有大會將delegates和傳媒隔得遠遠的安排不說了；我昨天才發現，香港安排世貿會議，安排得很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;罵完了，下次給大家看點吃的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116343856869014947?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116343856869014947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116343856869014947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116343856869014947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116343856869014947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hanoi.html' title='Hanoi'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116128327355392504</id><published>2006-10-20T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:28:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last glimpse</title><content type='html'>Let me share some of my happiest memories before the true end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Helen on the plane to Chengdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arrived at the new Tibet station after a 48 hours train ride, with Eva and Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Potala Palace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 羊卓雍湖，西藏三大聖湖之一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 納木措&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two beautiful Tibetan girls we played with at 納木措&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; solar generated heater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 哲蚌寺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken at 哲蚌寺 during the debate session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 辯經&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0499.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0499.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the yogurt Peter bought us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0490.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0490.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the infamous Small Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/IMGP0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/IMGP0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; four awesome bosses and one authentic dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the way to Linchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at 巴松措&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 巴松措&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Mr. Sunshine at a bar in Linchi, a night full of "stories"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xinjiang food at Lhasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/LG0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/320/LG0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 老板&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116128327355392504?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116128327355392504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116128327355392504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116128327355392504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116128327355392504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-glimpse.html' title='the last glimpse'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116119507030991017</id><published>2006-10-19T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:53:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last page</title><content type='html'>I've decided to put a closure to my Tibet chapter and this is going to be the last entry I blog on Tibet. The clash that Tibet has given me was afterall too surrealistic and as now I have found no way to escape from my material self, I just have to leave Tibet behind and go back into the reality and hopefully, stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two more things I have tell about this Tibet trip. First, the Panchen Lama, and second, the broken hearts in Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and the girls saw the Panchen Lama. It was not a planned encounter. It happened when we were heading our way out the Zhashenbulun Palace at Rikece, when we heard some tourists shouting informing others that the Panchen Lama would appear in 20 minutes after his third walk-around of the Zhashenbulun Palace. So despite the fact that we were on high latitude and not supposed to take up fast motions, everybody started to run up the stairs back to the top, being afraid to miss the million dollar chance to see the sacred figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he was, accompanied by two other Lamas and several body guards, walking down the hill with a graceful smile on his face. And here I was, trying to figure out who was the Panchen and a good angle to get a shoot, was basically emotionless, as compared to the stirred up crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stirred me up too, was our second encounter, also unplanned. As we departed and reached the bottom of the Zhashenbulun Palace, the Panchen appeared again. This time the crowd seized the opportunity and all rushed up to the Panchen, bowing in front of him and yawning for his blessing touch. I too, being a non-devoted Christian, followed the crowd, and so left a leg that my girls today still pull. It's only because I wasn't aware of the ritual that I was supposed to have my head down when I await the Panchen's holy touch. And I wasn't bowing to be exact at that moment either, I was only bending my knees, having my butts in the air, and staring into the eyes of the Panchen with a silly smile when he touched my forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch didn't give me a spiritual feed, but I was thrilled by the fact that I was touched by the Panchen. The cute 15 year-old Panchen. My other three girls, who were being cool and just standing aside at that time, then started to make fun of my silly act, in particular H. But I think she's just jealous of me because she wanted to do it too but she coudln't and didn't. (yes I'm writing this because I know YOU'll be reading it...my get back...haha love ya you crazy b*tch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I've decided that Taipei's not the City of Sorrow (悲情城市), Lhasa is. Almost every restaurants and bars we went into, they're playing these sad breakup songs, which just didn't quite fit into our vacation mood. And I just have to quote this from a friend I met there, all men who visit Lhasa have been divorced, and all women who visit Lhasa smoke (到拉薩的男人都離過婚，到拉薩的女人都抽煙). This is quite an interesting conclusion of Lhasa. The four men we spent quite some time with in Lhasa have all been divorced, one even been divorced twice. I guess it is true in a way, that most people who decided to go to Lhasa, this religious city, were there to do some soul searching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I too fit into the conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116119507030991017?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116119507030991017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116119507030991017&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116119507030991017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116119507030991017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-page.html' title='the last page'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116102830493585609</id><published>2006-10-17T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:24:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>緣份</title><content type='html'>緣份是偶然的相遇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們在吉日旅館報團後，問路找韓國菜吃，而就在韓國菜館前，看到了「Small Bar什麼吧」的中英招牌；這是偶然。我說好幽默，飯後一定要去坐一坐；這是緣份。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什麼吧設在東措國際青年旅館內，裝飾巧花心思，具有豐富異地色彩，四人立刻愛上了這裡。我們喝著菊花茶，認識了來自香港，又剛巧第一天當老板的P，他問我們住那里，我們想也沒想就答道：明天就搬進來！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那晚，我們亦透過P認識了G。又因為他們倆，令我直至今天，仍有身在拉薩的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一晚在什麼吧計劃著尼泊爾的行程，大家仍然因時間、價錢等安排未能談攏。P說：若是我，我就去林芝了，林芝比九寨溝還要美！我們在P的慫恿下，決定放棄尼泊爾，去了林芝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緣份就像連鎖反應似的，因為去林芝，認識了陽光和廣吉；因為沒去尼泊爾，等到了丹丹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至今我雖然離開拉薩已有3周，但與拉薩的緣份，仍然在繼續。它今天更將我帶到一個小男孩的生命中；我是真的希望能為他的生命帶來點改變。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的名字叫邊巴次仁，樣子很精靈，今年12歲，拉孜人，父親已因病去世，母親亦正病重，所以在2001那年，住進了曲珍孤兒院。這個孤兒院P也是經辦人之一。看到熱心人這麼多，自己也被感動了，很想出一點微力，所以領養了事後才從P和G口中得知，是全院最皮的一個小男孩。邊巴次仁頑皮不要緊，小男孩就是應該皮一點才可愛，但我希望他能懂得珍惜機會，好好學習，這就是我的唯一心願了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若你們有興趣，可以到曲珍孤兒院的&lt;a href="http://www.lvwoo.com/"&gt;網站&lt;/a&gt;看看，有機會的話，也幫幫這些小孩子！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去西藏前，是希望去完西藏後，腦子能清晰點；怎料，到了今天，比當天更混亂不堪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在東措遇到的人，都很自由和隨情，大家不慌不忙的，游游閒閒過一天。平日總是要事先想好一天要幹甚麼的我，起初覺得很浪費時間，到了後來，卻變成是相當享受這種度日方法，所以最後兩天除了吃飯，差不多沒有離開過東措半步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在東措遇到了不少是從他鄉來拉薩定居的人，他們搞著小生意，過著簡單又無憂無慮的生活。像P，他說一天只要賣出4罐啤酒，就能維持一個月經營酒吧的成本；而事實上，什麼吧的生意好得沒話說，看到P每天的工作主要是與新的舊的客人聊天，對這種生活我羨慕不己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P未去拉薩時，屬經理級的人物。我問他，若你早知道你今天是過著這種簡單自由的生活，那你覺得你以前打拼的日子值不值得？在我期待一段長長的答案時，P只斬針截鐵地說了三個字：不值得。我好失望，我喊道，年輕時不是應打拼嗎？沒打拼算活過嗎？但P仍舊只是那三個字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過去我一直覺得我的人生很精彩，但這刻我不知道我的時間是否過得值得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我嚮往簡單自由的生活，但習慣了壓力和改變的我，不知道是否真的能過得了這種日子。我想到了在西藏旅程的15天中，我只換著穿了5、6件上衣；很小的一件事，但卻是我能在西藏能做到的，而在香港做不到的事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116102830493585609?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116102830493585609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116102830493585609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116102830493585609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116102830493585609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_17.html' title='緣份'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116044098662596235</id><published>2006-10-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:48:22.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拉薩——酒篇</title><content type='html'>旅遊書會告訴你，在西藏到酒吧要小心，晚上走在街頭也要小心，因為藏人喝醉了酒喜歡鬧事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在拉薩最受年輕人歡迎的夜店芭比拉的夜場內，不時會有身穿西裝的保鏢形人物，加上身穿製服的警衛，一行共廿多人在場內操列。這樣的排場我倒是第一次見。一晚我在芭比拉，場內發生了點混亂，立即有數位保鏢形人物加警衛，將滋事份子遞解出門外，辦事效率一流。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那晚我問一位溫州人，為何都說藏人喜歡借酒鬧事？他給了我一個有趣的答案：因為藏人只是半開發。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他說，中央為了使西藏安定、減少離心力，每次給予西藏的資助比國內其他省份都要多，西藏人被寵壞了，有錢了，就成了「半開發」的一群，所以動不動會打架。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雖然我不太明白他的邏輯，但比我當初認為是藏人較為原始率直的原因，來得更共產式思想。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116044098662596235?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116044098662596235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116044098662596235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116044098662596235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116044098662596235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_116044098662596235.html' title='拉薩——酒篇'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-116063188562777009</id><published>2006-10-12T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:19:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拉薩——現代化篇</title><content type='html'>九月十三日傍晚，抵達了拉薩火車站。火車站剛落成，簇新的。坐上旅行車大半個小時後，我終於置身於期待以久的拉薩市，這個位於世界最高原的宗教城市。不過，雖然在街上看到很多穿著民族服的藏民，手中旋轉著藏經輪，房子上窗台的位置亦畫上藏雕花，但是這並不是我想象中的拉薩市。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;電影中都把拉薩異地化了。當地的商鋪雖然仍是舊的、鋪上灰塵的，但它們的招牌，與在成都看到的一樣，就是在一式一樣的彩色印刷背景上，再印上店名。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拉薩市對我來說唯一的標記，就是高處聳立的布達拉宮，跟電影中的同一個模樣；一切在布達拉宮以下的東西，就都已變得現代化。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都說，拉薩已經變成商業化了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這也是我們對很多落後城市的評語。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我想，這其實對她們和她們的居民並不公平。若我們為了滿足旅客的好奇心，希望她們永遠都保留原來的樣子，不發展，這樣當地居民的生活如何提升？難道他們就應永遠住在最原始的環境、天天穿著冗贅的民族藏服？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，當然在一個城市現代化的同時，不能摧毀了原有的文化和古蹟，而從當地政府保存拉薩的寺廟的功夫和心思來看，這點還不用太擔心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是，市中商店的招牌，仍有待改善。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116063188562777009?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116063188562777009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116063188562777009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116063188562777009'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;所以啊，年青的妹妹們，要及早開始保養，也不要太熬夜啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對不起，一連寫了這麼多篇庸俗的廢話，其實從西藏回來後，一直想寫寫當地的所見所聞，但這陣子腦子想太多事情，遲些一定會有所交待的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-116034104468950052?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116034104468950052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=116034104468950052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116034104468950052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/116034104468950052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_09.html' title='回春'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115973031132190727</id><published>2006-10-02T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:26:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>掙扎</title><content type='html'>好一個朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個會做一切，去滿足朋友的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個男人花錢去把另一個男人，送到一個女人的手中，若那個女人接受，還可以算是人嗎？道德倫理會否自始名實存亡？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人是否有本錢，再去瘋狂一次？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友好心為女人完成夢想，只怕會把她拉回到非現實世界，以後再也無力與現實搏鬥。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115973031132190727?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115973031132190727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115973031132190727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115973031132190727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115973031132190727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='掙扎'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115915573236695154</id><published>2006-09-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:02:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>丹增</title><content type='html'>如果１９歲代表瘋狂、瀾漫和迷失，今天在跌回現實之時，我非得把自己推回到２７歲麻木的狀態，才不致於失控，才能繼續在這石屎森林活下去。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115915573236695154?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115915573236695154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115915573236695154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115915573236695154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115915573236695154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='丹增'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115783312139440523</id><published>2006-09-10T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:27:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation time finally</title><content type='html'>I'm off to tibet for two weeks. Feel free to leave me a message if you miss me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115783312139440523?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115783312139440523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115783312139440523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115783312139440523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115783312139440523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacation-time-finally.html' title='vacation time finally'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115739554335180541</id><published>2006-09-05T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T11:58:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rooftop</title><content type='html'>今夜在歸家的神秘小巴上，播著Bangles的Eternal Flame，我閉著眼，腦海中找到了那被萬天星空包圍著的rooftop。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個rooftop其實只有一兩層樓的高度，但當你抬起頭，會誤以為自己已飛到了可觸及星星之處。向前望，是一片漆黑，但你知道在那水平線上的不遠處，有一片茫茫大海，響著聽不見的海浪聲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這是我能找到安寧的地方。這是在西貢的rooftop。這是LPC的rooftop。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這所寄宿學校許容學生在rooftop抽煙，所以順理成章地，學校裡5所建築物的rooftop，都成為了學生的聚腳地。尤其在晚上，當大家都分辨不出幾米外的人影是誰，這裡頓時變成一塊自由地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每晚與三五知己——有時是一晚與不同的三五知己——到rooftop閒聊，成為那兩年學習生涯中的指定動作。大家每天的「鎖事交流」，都在那裡進行，有時一花可是數個小時，所以百多個學生，大家對大家的生活，都瞭如指掌。我想，只有在小時候，才可以這樣揮霍青春和時間吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上一次我和朋友閒聊是甚麼時候了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是很好的兩年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我第二年學期初情緒最低落的時候，rooftop更是我的避難天堂。當人處於低潮時，總喜歡躲在黑夜中沉淪，回想起來，那是一種很美妙的感覺。現在，我連沉淪的時間都沒有了，沒有時間發呆，也沒有時間尋找星空和感受海的聲音。但我慶幸，當我閉上眼睛和聽著Eternal Flame時，還能找到我的rooftop。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternal Flame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Is this burning an eternal flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's meant to be, darling&lt;br /&gt;I watch when you are sleeping, you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Or is this burning an eternal flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say my name, sun shines through the rain&lt;br /&gt;A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Or is this burning an eternal flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this burning an eternal flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eternal flame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115739554335180541?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115739554335180541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115739554335180541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115739554335180541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115739554335180541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/rooftop.html' title='rooftop'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115609648542880480</id><published>2006-08-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:25:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleen Lee</title><content type='html'>今晚外出錯過了港台華人青年演藝家系列的播放時間，所以剛才特別在網上重溫節目，支持一下這位會考同學。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;努力回想中四、中五時李嘉齡的片段，記憶真的模糊，只記得她喜歡吃零食，小息時總是吃著蝦片之類的東西。她平常都很安靜，只是掛著笑容，但從她的神態你知道她不是很安靜的類型，只是因為和同學都不稔熟，所以只會眨著她的大眼睛，聽身邊的同學吵吵鬧鬧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實，我是記得我以前不大喜歡她（事實是我不大喜歡很多人），因為她除了長得像小女孩外，性格也很小女孩（我是不大喜歡小女孩的人）。同學告訴我她比較自私，可能是因為花大部份時間在鋼琴上，很少與同輩相處的關係吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一較深的印象是，會考放榜當天，有同學問她成績怎樣，她的回應是：我會去演藝。這個答非所問的對話，成了我們幾位A班同學中一時的談笑材料。不過，事實再次證明了，會考成績的好壞，並不能決定一個人的成就和知名度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對李嘉齡的記憶，就只有這些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事隔8年，去年我和幾個中學同學到東菅「消費」，按摩時聊起舊同學，李嘉齡是其中一人。怎料，當晚即從新聞中得悉她剛獲得蕭邦鋼琴大賽中的第六名，感覺興奮之餘，心有點戚戚然。電視中剪了一頭短髮的她，再不是一個小女孩，而是添了許多成熟韻味，亦真的有一股藝術家的氣質。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對李嘉齡今天的成就，我也感到很高興，要為她的未來送上誠心的祝福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在港台網上發現華人青年演藝家系列中第一集的主角亦是一位女鋼琴家，名叫陳薩，所以亦看了。這集中講得較多的是人生哲理，而非只是對音樂的看法。很喜歡陳薩總結時的一句，她說如果你是真正喜歡你的工作時，你會覺得你的犧牲很值得，亦很滿足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若在這個層面來說，我會質疑我是否真正喜歡自己的工作。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115609648542880480?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115609648542880480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115609648542880480&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115609648542880480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115609648542880480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/colleen-lee.html' title='Colleen Lee'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115608859693086680</id><published>2006-08-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:13:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>強烈譴責暴力！</title><content type='html'>無恥之徒竟然在光天化日之下在食市肆無忌憚地用木棍毆打議員，實在時是無法無天！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽到爸爸說何俊仁被人用木棍毆打的消息，已覺得非常震驚，之後再在新聞看到他被打得眼、臉都腫作一團的樣子，除了口中連番叫著「好慘啊」，就不懂得如何反應。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何俊仁是民主黨立法會議員中，我最敬重的一位，覺得他為人忠厚沉實、平容近人，說話從不刻薄，而且作為大律師的他，不像有些人為人伸張正義只求一己私利，而是真正有正義感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚，看到他這個樣子，真的很心痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記得襲擊議員比襲擊平民有更高一等的罪名，旦求犯人早日繩之於法，被重重判罪。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115608859693086680?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115608859693086680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115608859693086680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115608859693086680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115608859693086680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='強烈譴責暴力！'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115599952659223094</id><published>2006-08-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:02:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugger off</title><content type='html'>Two scenes that get on my nerves the most, which unfortunately occur to me very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene One:&lt;br /&gt;Late Saturaday Night. Phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;A: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;A(in an exaggerated tone): Wow, what happened, why being such a good girl (咁乖o既)?&lt;br /&gt;Me(already burning): ......I just didn't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Two:&lt;br /&gt;Miday on a weekday. On my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour/Friend B: You on your way to work now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour/Friend B: Wow how lucky! Your job is so nice! I've started my day so early today!&lt;br /&gt;Me. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like partying but I have my quiet side too, I'm not obliged to go out every Saturaday night! Why is chilling at home on a Saturaday night such a big deal?? Some people have even called me at two or three in the morning to check my whereabout, what the fxxk, you just don't call people that late! And yes I got lucky sometimes that I could start my day after noon time, but do you realize also I don't get home until one every single night? And in fact for half of the week I had to start my work early too just like you do but then end just as late as my other given nights. So stop bugging me with those stupid comments I'm already very sick of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115599952659223094?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115599952659223094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115599952659223094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115599952659223094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115599952659223094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugger-off.html' title='bugger off'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115592918022591247</id><published>2006-08-19T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:07:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuk Hei</title><content type='html'>You ever came across two people with similar looks but who have very different fates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by quite a few people from older generation that I have a "fuk hei" (fu qi in mandarin) look. Not knowing whether it will become true in any way, I like to observe the look of people whom I consider to have fuk hei, just to generalize some fuk hei features. But it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this mid 30 year-old guy who has all the external criteria I could ask for, he's recently dating this girl V who is 2 years younger than me and happens to be a mutual friend of mine. V doesn't have a killer look, but she's gracefully pretty, and from her manners you can tell she has a very good upbringing. She graduated from Oxford and is now working at a city law firm. OK this is exhibit number one of fuk hei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this exhibit number two who didn't exactly exhibit fuk hei at a 7-11 a few weeks ago. She caught my eyes because of her 70% identical look to V. She was with a boyfriend who didn't impress me at all, and from the way they dressed and their accents, I would guess that they're one of the individual travellers from the mainland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'm in no place to conclude that exhibit number two doesn't live a fuk hei life, I was yet quite puzzled by this case study. I don't mean to judge people by their looks, but I realized fuk hei looks is not something that can be generalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I hope those people who made that comment on me are right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115592918022591247?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115592918022591247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115592918022591247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115592918022591247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115592918022591247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuk-hei.html' title='Fuk Hei'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115592642604256938</id><published>2006-08-19T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:07:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear Ben</title><content type='html'>I bumped into my biggest crush ever at IFC yesterday after 10-year time, I didn't even know he's in HK. But what suprised me the most was that I was not intrigued at all by this accidental rendez-vous, no special feelings. I guess time does do its work. Acutally I'd rather I still had something for him, once again, how fragile is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115592642604256938?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115592642604256938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115592642604256938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115592642604256938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115592642604256938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dear-ben.html' title='my dear Ben'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115420348851433801</id><published>2006-07-30T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:06:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opia</title><content type='html'>This week I got a pay rise that's so pathetic that it's not even enough to cover my dinner bill at Opia tonight. Thanks to J's genuine recommendation, I've finally tried Opia tonight, both the decor and the food were awesome. (except the second last course which was a snapper and a duck meat, since we're sharing so we got to try both. The snapper was over-cooked and tasteless despite it's accompanied by a tasty sauce. E told the waiter bluntly that the fish was just so-so, and the waiter responded politely that he'd pass the comment to the chef so that kind of make up for our disappointment) The manager/waiters took turn to greet us and told us what's on the plate in details when each dish was served, considering few restaurants take this hassle nowadays I give its service an A+ too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 6-course meal E and I lingered over the bar couch for two more hours, so all and all it's good money spent in exchange for such a lovely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a food lover, I always wanted to add a food review column here to exchange dining experience with other foodies. But food review is no fun if people can't see the actual food itself, however I wouldn't want to embarrassed myself by taking out a camera in a restaurant, so I guess the column will ever remain non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note. Before dinner I've taken a miniature class (I realized I haven't taken a class of any sort for a very long long time), I'll post up some pics of the miniatures once they're done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115420348851433801?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115420348851433801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115420348851433801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115420348851433801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115420348851433801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/opia.html' title='opia'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115367957968059797</id><published>2006-07-24T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:50:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>半杯水</title><content type='html'>今天創下一日提交3000字的個人紀錄，我希望這個紀錄會一直保持，直到永遠。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信每個人都聽過「半杯水」的故事：究竟你看到的杯子，是盛了半杯水可以喝呢？還是被別人喝剩了半杯呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚，當我發現原來昨晚我和他同一時間都去了Club 9、卻無緣踫面時，我不禁在公司內大叫：I was there too!!! 我之後興奮地在MSN的名字box中填上「we were both at Club 9 last night」，剛寫完卻心一沉，隨即刪改成「we missed each other at Club 9 last night」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎樣的心情，就怎樣看事物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家才3天的妹妹，明天又與爸一起出門到雲南。媽媽早於一周前就去了台灣；家裡又剩下我一個人。雖說現在因為工作，很多時候一周也只有一次與爸媽共聚在同一屋簷下，但從前我仍是很享受爸媽去旅行時，整個房子屬於我一個人的自由自在感覺。不過，最近兩次我真的一個人在家時，卻得到點被拋棄的孤伶伶感覺，不是味兒。像有妹妹陪我玩兩天，又走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雖然我總說習慣了一個人生活，但有人在身邊的日子，其實更容易習慣。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115367957968059797?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115367957968059797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115367957968059797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115367957968059797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115367957968059797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_24.html' title='半杯水'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115316398110274248</id><published>2006-07-18T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:00:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中學生應否談戀愛</title><content type='html'>好老土的一個題目，但這不單是中學生的一篇作文「指定題目」，近來我發現，更是每個父母都要經歷的「思想指導」題目。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;數周前獅子銀行一女高層與傳媒食飯，一圍桌上都是女孩子，大家竟談到是否擔心子女過早拍拖的問題。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有公關一臉緊張的分享：&lt;br /&gt;我個女，成日見到佢係房msn，都唔知同咩人，我又費事入去check佢，係外面行黎行去莊。有次我趁佢唔係房睇下個list有咩人，淨睇d名又唔知係男係女，佢成日同個叫Patrick既傾計，嚇死我，以為係男仔，後來至知係佢班女同學。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一問之下，原來她女兒才九歲，我心想：有必要嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之後我與有兒女的同事又聊起這個問題，她的第一反應亦是：當然怕囉！她的兒子七歲，女兒才兩歲，原來也開始擔心了。她說，上網交友的可怕故事聽多了，怕女兒受騙，至於兒子，她笑說，這麼頑皮，搞大別人的肚子怎辦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才驚覺：原來現在的父母擔心子女過早拍拖，不是因為學業成績，而是他們的人生安危。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，我仍是覺得現代的父母太處處保護子女了，在溫室裡長大的孩子如何經得起風浪呢？！而第一次拍拖是在小學六學級的我，更十分贊成年少「談戀愛」。當然，那時只是puppy love，大家「煲電話粥、行街睇戲」就很高興了，是手也不會拖的那種超單純戀愛，只會想我可以為他做甚麼，而不會要求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;經驗累積下來，學會了如何平衡犧牲和要求。除非幸運之神對你很好，不然我相信，一個人要在好幾段戀愛中，才知道自己真正需要的是甚麼。每次戀愛都是認識自己的機會，一個人成長，不就是要認識自己麼？有甚麼好怕的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在美國時14歲，每次我有心儀的人，host parents都會積極扯紅線。我最小的host sister小學5年級，她和她大部份的同學都有男女朋友，大家時常到對方的家裡玩耍，都是由父母接送。小孩子從少就去學習如何與另一位相處，不好嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我中四那年拍拖，給爸媽知道了，爸爸大發雷霆，兩人冷戰三個月，倒是媽媽沒有所謂，還與我男朋友一起玩橋牌。我一直以為爸爸是擔心我拍拖會影響學業，直到幾年前的一次談心機會，爸才對我說出真相：「難道我不知道你那次分手後多傷心嗎？年青人拍拖時開心，分手後呢？我就是擔心你不會處理那種傷痛！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，我可以對所有父母說，就讓我們痛吧，痛也是一種刻骨銘心的經歷，不跌倒，怎去學習站起來呢？！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115316398110274248?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115316398110274248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115316398110274248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115316398110274248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115316398110274248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_18.html' title='中學生應否談戀愛'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115316151383389526</id><published>2006-07-18T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:05:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"seeing someone"</title><content type='html'>I was trying to think of a similar term of "seeing someone" in Chinese tonight. It seems that to Chinese people it's not common to have a stage of "seeing someone". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special someone you see, he/she's not your boyfriend/girlfriend, you two don't have any commitment, but most people today have this social rule that one should only see one person at a time...or the outcome will very likely be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest part of "seeing someone" is that though without committment, the couple can hold hands, kiss, have sex, go on vacations...just pretty much anything they want like a real couple. And this period can go as long as they want, no pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do buy this concept, I actually think it's a mentality that shows "love" the respect it deserves. I'm not used to Hong Kong guys who jump to say "I love you" right after we enter a relationship, sometimes not even a relationship. I don't know about Europeans or Latinos, but people in North America don't use the L word easily until things get REALLY serious. Love is so much more than just affection. That's why it makes me sick too when I hear those pop icons and their fans shouting "I love you" to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many love abusers in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115316151383389526?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115316151383389526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115316151383389526&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115316151383389526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115316151383389526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/seeing-someone.html' title='&quot;seeing someone&quot;'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115290463342210443</id><published>2006-07-15T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:20:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《鐵軌》</title><content type='html'>有一群小朋友在外面玩，而那個地方有兩條鐵軌，一條還在使用，一條已經停用，只有一個小朋友選擇在停用的鐵軌上玩，其他小朋友全都在仍在使用的鐵軌上玩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很不巧地，火車來了，而且理所當然地往仍在使用、上面有很多小孩的鐵軌上行駛。而你正站在鐵軌的切換器旁，因此你能讓火車轉向，並救出大多數小朋友，但是那名在停用鐵軌上的小朋友將犧牲，你會怎麼辦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;據說，大多數人會選擇救多一些的人。換句話說，犧牲那名在停用鐵軌上玩的小孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那個選擇停用鐵軌的小孩顯然是作出正確決定，脫離他的朋友而選擇了安全的地方，而他的朋友們則是無知地選擇在不該玩耍的地方玩。有時候，真正作出正確抉擇的人，反而被大多數的無知而犧牲！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115290463342210443?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115290463342210443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115290463342210443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115290463342210443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115290463342210443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_15.html' title='《鐵軌》'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115264588692582486</id><published>2006-07-12T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:42:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>施丹之謎</title><content type='html'>現在的人不單有創意，而且反應快，不得不佩服。&lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/Media/Foto/2006/07_Luglio/10/zidane.swf"&gt;http://www.corriere.it/Media/Foto/2006/07_Luglio/10/zidane.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這幾天，每個人都在談論「施丹之謎」：為何一位球隊的靈魂人物，會選擇用這種方式被逐出場？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;施丹說：是馬達拉斯向我說了無辱民族的話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;馬達拉斯說：我只是說了一句普通的髒話。（之前施丹也說了難聽的話）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讀唇專家說：馬達拉斯是說了句有關於施丹姐姐的話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陶傑今晚在節目中又發表其偉論：馬達拉斯若說了無辱別人民族的話，亦應得黃牌或紅牌，他亦應與施丹一起讓足球協會評審。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新聞中的外國足球專家說：我不理馬達拉斯說了甚麼，施丹打人就要離場。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我認同足球專家，這也是做人的簡單道理：你再對也好，你一旦吵架時動了粗或說了粗，理虧的必是你；今天是文明的時代，請不要再放縱自己！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115264588692582486?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115264588692582486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115264588692582486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115264588692582486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115264588692582486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115264588692582486.html' title='施丹之謎'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115264370473316585</id><published>2006-07-12T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:14:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要掟煲費！</title><content type='html'>今日落雨，又加上我o係兩個assignment之間去做gym，所以我見到小楷楷時無化妝，著得亦比平時隨便。可惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;話說今日係投資推廣署o既酒會上，小楷楷突然出現，令「記者台」（註：大會o係會廳o既一邊搭左個台，方便d攝記o係高處影相，但其實作用同平時無台一樣，都係有欄圍住，要記者企入去，方便公關注視）上既記者即時大為緊張。我因為靜雞雞無「上台」，同d guests吹緊水，所以有機可承。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好奇怪竟然無記者埋小楷楷身，而由於今日o既酒會氣氛好輕鬆，公關都唔係管得好嚴，我就攝下攝下咁，走左去佢身邊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「李生…」第一次，佢笑笑口咁揮下手，示意唔答野，就走去前台準備影相。呢個時候有個公關小姐突然出現，叫我番出去。我兜左個圈又番到小楷楷身邊，佢o係度同盛智文傾緊計，我又叫左聲「李生」。（我好似仲拍左下佢手臂，當時幻想緊佢保鑣會切左我隻手落黎。）盛智文望住我，我突然唔記得佢個英文名，唯有用懶熟o既聲線同笑容hi佢，佢又好親切咁hi番我，我就拎轉頭，用「你睇下，我幾friendly」o既姿態，問小楷楷問題。點知，佢真係答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來，小楷楷係好林o既人，佢之後比成班記者包圍，都係好斯文咁用唔正宗既廣東話講：「你地唔比我走，我地就要企o係度啦…」，然後唔答唔答又會答。本來以為佢o係敏感時刻都黎出席酒會，實有野想講，點知又唔係。佢臨走前，南早記者攝左張卡片比佢，佢竟然又好有禮拜咁，停底回敬番自己張卡片，可惜我慢左一步，無問佢拎卡片。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但唔好誤會，我無因此而覺得佢係正君子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;番到公司，男女同事都好興奮咁問我同佢講野時，有時摸下自己耳仔、kiu下頭髮，我話，我直情摸晒成身啦。然後，大家就繼續好興奮咁，話要對我好d，我以後嫁左入李家要關照佢地，咁我都好醒咁食住個勢，即刻吊高黎賣。（當然我唔明點解問小楷楷兩句野就可以嫁比佢…）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戚老細答嘴：佢對女人未必好…。楊姐反應好快咁話，o車，要佢d掟煲費之嘛！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一言中的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115264370473316585?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115195489655298504</id><published>2006-07-04T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:28:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>立法會孩子</title><content type='html'>今早九時十五分準時到達立法會，聽財經事務委員會會議，講銀行削減分行。幸好踫到一個不悶的「好題目」，能重溫惜日的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事務委員會因為委員較少，議事廳內只得那幾隻小貓，感覺多較輕鬆。像今天，劉小姐和譚小姐兩位，不時說過悄悄話得還掩著嘴巴笑，一副少女情懷的樣子，而譚小姐還會有時向主席陳先生做「暗號」，然後兩人又來個會心微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐在劉小姐前面的李寶寶，當誰發言時準會把椅子一轉，正面朝向他，一副專心上課的樣子。他和石先生就應否再邀請鄭明訓來立法會作答持不同意見，而每當有「自己人」反駁石先生時，李寶寶又會轉身直盯著石先生看。真可愛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而石先生呢，與坐在李寶寶身旁的老友鄭大班亦是態度上不同陣線，但互相駁斥後又是來個會心微笑。這兩個男人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以前也蠻喜歡石先生；胖胖的、矮矮的、跛跛的，還酷似猶太人。我總覺得他對女人很有一套，因為他「不予評論」時，永遠都是用親切的聲線對我這個小女孩說：「Clare，唔好意思呀，我下次請你食飯…」不過，我始終未跟他吃過飯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了上月某個周六，我與友人到Amigo午膳，石先生就剛巧坐在隔壁的一桌。三個男人談公事，石先生口中不時傳來：「$@#^&amp;amp;@老母！」起初我還以為聽錯了，我友人說：「講粗口有咩出奇！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是很出奇，他講的不是一句，而是一連串！出奇，不是因為他是立法會議員，也不是因為他在我心目中的紳士形象，而是我一直認為，只有文化水平低俗的人才會這樣講粗口。多可惜。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115195489655298504?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115195489655298504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115195489655298504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115195489655298504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115195489655298504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_04.html' title='立法會孩子'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115195293372475290</id><published>2006-07-04T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T02:55:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陳太的漣漪</title><content type='html'>以前，有陳太出現的活動，我就得好小心，留意她的一舉一動，因為前同事叮囑我：我們報紙很重視陳太。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實，香港哪間傳媒，不重視陳太？！就算是將她妖魔化的報紙，不也精心挑選她最醜的照片，放得大大地刊在頭版？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我與陳太接觸不多，對她的真面目並不了解，唯一印象是覺她有很高的政治智慧，所有出現的場合和講的話都是事先計算好的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年首次沒有參與七一遊行。要每年踏上酷熱的街頭，去爭取民主，真的需要一顆心，若寄望民主派的號召力，那還真的是留在家中涼冷氣算了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早幾年民主派不服「煽動市民上街」的罪名，一再強調七十萬人並不愚蠢，他們是為爭取民主上街。今年，我在報章讀到有幾名（又是那幾名）民主派議員拒絕與陳太共席記者會，因為覺得不被尊重，而長毛更語帶諷刺地回應記者，「民主派有記者會嗎？是陳太的記者會！」我真的十分失望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們就像機會主義者，只希望steal the spotlight嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聯想到去年前民主黨員張炳良被妥任入行政會議時，民主黨亦是酸溜溜一句：他不代表我們。張先生可能對行會有天真的幻想，但不致於要對一個曾是、或可發展成「裏應外合」的戰友，來個大潑冷水、孤立起來吧。這對發展民主有甚麼幫助？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又有人高呼：我不會被陳太利用，所以我不上街！我不揣測陳太在最後一周突然出現的背後目的，但難道你上街，她2008年就會當上特首嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人類很喜歡將好多東西亂扯在一起，去滿足自我的陰謀思想，最後卻忘記了他們原先追求的東西。多可笑又可悲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115195293372475290?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115195293372475290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115195293372475290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115195293372475290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115195293372475290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='陳太的漣漪'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115186001326776480</id><published>2006-07-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:12:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm missing the Phantom</title><content type='html'>I didn't know the Phantom of the Opera was on Pearl tonight until I got home at 11pm. The songs were my favourites when I was younger, I used to play them everyday on the piano, and sometimes sang them too on campus (with Helen at Beida during those great days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom's coming to Hong Kong soon but I don't even know the exact date because I didn't buy the ticket. I'm coming to regret so much now because even though I have watched it at Broadway 11 years ago, and listened to the songs for a zillion times, I still don't know what the story is exactly about! Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to spend $780 for a Black Eye Peas standing ticket, but not a few hundred for the Phantom?! What a disgrace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115186001326776480?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115186001326776480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115186001326776480&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115186001326776480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115186001326776480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-missing-phantom.html' title='I&apos;m missing the Phantom'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115161098719446947</id><published>2006-06-30T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:56:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this a joke? it's hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/400/mas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115161098719446947?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115161098719446947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115161098719446947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115161098719446947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115161098719446947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-this-joke-its-hilarious.html' title='is this a joke? it&apos;s hilarious!!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115160936366046855</id><published>2006-06-30T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:45:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dig food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not even funny&lt;/span&gt; how many business lunches i'm having this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: cova at PP&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: sakaegawa at ritz-carlton&lt;br /&gt;today: western at kowloon shangri-la&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: fourth floor at harvey nichols (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;saturaday: chinese at royal garden hotel (strictly speaking this is rather an office lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with this list you see i can't really complain, at least it satisfies the gluttonous side in me... now i have to worry about going to the gym though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, opia for sunday dinner anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is the fifth day i have kept myself away from the cigs...proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115160936366046855?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115160936366046855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115160936366046855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115160936366046855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115160936366046855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/dig-food.html' title='dig food'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115118412369689825</id><published>2006-06-25T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:27:13.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>讀完想鬧</title><content type='html'>以文化氣質為傲的報紙，在過去兩周內出現了以下4則副刊文章，大家沒時間，不必看，亦不值一看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一篇：好悶、好悶，連選用的寫作手法，第二和三段都要用「xxx指出」開首；副刊是另一塊寫社評的好地方？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二篇：一報之首，原來教仔高見就是如此，還要高調發表？而「種瓜得瓜」的邏輯究竟在哪裡？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三篇：他是在寫blog嗎？這種亳無意義的閒等鎖事，也能佔稿？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四篇：前「有線之花」用意良好，但用兩大段文字詳細重提敵台已家傳戶曉的新閒笑話，有失大方；加上在言正詞嚴之後，連domestic violence還未搞懂是甚麼，就大聲說是「平日的暴亂新聞」，真是貽笑大方。Domestic violence，是家庭暴力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身邊的人都說，日月報的副刊質素一落千丈，我自己也甚少閱讀。&lt;div 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title='讀完想鬧'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115118276529727745</id><published>2006-06-25T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:03:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D04   劉進圖   2006-06-20   編輯室手記&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;管理期望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;較早前出席了一個高等教育研討會，講者有教統會主席王鳴、地鐵主席錢果豐，港大的程介明和楊健明，主持是科大黃玉山，聽到兩個頗有意思的觀點，值得和讀者分享，這兩點都和對教育的期望有關。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王（廿易）鳴指出，特區政府倡議擴充專上教育和終身持續進修，在觀念上完全正確，是香港邁向知識型經濟的必經之路，但必須顧及受眾的期望，例如六成人升讀大學或專上教育，在副學士課程大幅擴充後，已於去年超額完成，但念完副學士的人和過去念完預科或修讀了大專文憑課程的學生不同，他們不會甘於只拿一個副學士，總希望走多一步修成正果，把副學士變成正正式式的大學學位。問題在於教育資源有限，這份期望不可能單靠政府資助完成。怎樣令副學士夢想成真？社會又會如何面對大學學位持有人大量增加？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;程介明指出，香港八家大學在過去十年發展迅速，不斷向外招聘，博士學位持有人估計增加了超過三千人，教學的規模和研究的廣度深度都顯著增加，因此大學對自身的期望亦與過去不同了，開始探求和講論「大學的理想，理想的大學」。他以麻省理工(MIT)為例，這所位於波士頓的世界一流大學，如果只能取錄波士頓市的中學畢業生，不能夠向全國以至全世界招生，它還會是世界一流的大學嗎？香港的大學可以把自己看成為全中國乃至全亞洲的大學嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;教統局的官員每當聽到公眾批評教育改革，說教改帶來退步而非進步，常會感到憤憤不平，千方百計要證明教改提升了本地教育的質和量。他們忘記了一件重要的事情，就是教改燃點了期望，公眾是從新的更高的期望值來評價教改，看到的自然是滿目瘡痍，誰會在意今天比十年前已有長足進步？所謂高處未算高，教改是一場無休止的追逐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115118276529727745?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115118276529727745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115118276529727745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記者的工作時間與一般家長不大相同，但，香港擇業自由，入行是自己的選擇，沒有抱怨，只有適應。我因半夜回家、中午離家，周一至五都難與孩子相聚，所以，我保留周六為家庭日，盡可能推掉其他活動。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是記者，當在前線工作的時候，必須獨立思考、獨立行動，這種工作慣性，亦影響了我的親子方法，例如我很重視以下4項親子活動：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)游泳———孩子5歲前開始習泳，初時要用水泡，稍後稍懂泳術，便不肯再用水泡；這是一個由依賴走向獨立自主的過程，孩子親身體會到透過學習，掌握技能，增強自己的能力和自信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)騎單車———帶孩子去一條罕有人行的小斜路，讓他騎在單車上滑行下來，3至4小時便掌握騎單車的平衡術，其間，孩子會跌倒數十次，手損腳瘀，我也忍手不扶他，讓他在哪裏跌倒，就在哪裏自己站起來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)行山———我經常與孩子行山，但，我等到孩子約10歲的時候，才與他登上南丫島最高的山(只有354公尺)；登山之前，我們先訂目標：登上山頂，全程由他尋找登山之路，我則尾隨，縱使走了彎路，我也不教路，只是鼓勵他再嘗試。這項活動，旨在讓孩子學習做事之前，要認清目標，只要方向正確，早晚會到，走一點彎路就當交學費。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)閱讀———我帶孩子行書局多過行商場，日積月累，總算3個孩子都養成了喜愛閱讀的習慣，因為主動閱讀不但是很好的娛樂，也是很方便和有效的自學方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;培養孩子獨立思考和獨立自主的初步效果如何？幾年前的暑假，召開家庭會議，商討去何處旅行，我建議去北京，怎料兩個孩子異口同聲要去東京(當時只有5歲的幼子和妻子都無意見)，結果2對1，去了東京；翌年，又要商量往何處去，3個孩子齊聲說「北京」──這就是「種瓜得瓜」；我樂於見到孩子有自己的見解和選擇，縱使其選擇與我的不同亦無所謂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝生活愉快！&lt;br /&gt;張波謹啟&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115118221717920659</id><published>2006-06-25T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T05:24:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D06   吳康民   2006-06-19   瞻前顧後&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嫻姐，人有相似！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期日中午，與家人到灣仔十八溪酒家品茶。見有一女侍應臉孔和髮型與立法會議員陳婉嫻相似。細細觀察，連其表情和腔調也似八分。因筆者與嫻姐稔熟，覺得人有形似，又竟達到如此神似地步，實在少見。而且這位侍應生，熱心服務，態度和藹，也與嫻姐相同。眾所周知，陳婉嫻議員是服務基層群眾，十分積極。在立法會中，每多為工人利益仗義執言，早已成為公眾評分最高議員之一。而這位小姐，如果要筆者投票，也極可能成為該酒家最佳侍應。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由於好奇心驅使，在她前來服務時，筆者不禁問了一聲：「小姐，你是不是姓陳？」她笑了一笑，說不是，姓郭。並說，早知道你如此問，是因為她酷肖陳婉嫻而起。她並說，已有不少人有此一問，可見有的茶客也有如筆者一樣的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;她並補充說，她是潮州人，也知道嫻姐不是。筆者說以為她與嫻姐有近親關係，老伴笑說，也許是嫻姐走失了的姊妹也不一定。筆者說，下次見到嫻姐，要請她前來相認才是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者很喜歡在公眾場合指出某人極似某人，有一次在杜拜機場，見到一位阿拉伯人，極似伊拉克前副總理阿齊茲。當然阿拉伯人在我們中國人看來，都有幾分相似，這種感覺毫不出奇。在伊朗旅行時，又見到一位有鬍鬚的，很似伊拉克前總統薩達姆。那時薩達姆仍未被捕，如果真是他，許多人會搶擒拿去求賞呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人有相似。筆者的老朋友作家袁鷹，便與前副委員長廖承志有八分相似，大家都是胖子，面龐更是頗為類同，看照片便知。至於孖生的，如葉國謙與葉國忠，早年則似足十足十。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115118221717920659?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115118221717920659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115118221717920659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115118221717920659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115118221717920659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/d06-2006-06-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115118207840996388</id><published>2006-06-25T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T05:25:23.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D05   張寶華   2006-06-20   剎那?想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還記得香港記者採訪伊拉克戰爭的狼狽相嗎？有電視台高層親自率領一眾記者深入巴格達採訪，為香港這個只管本土新聞，不理世界大事的新聞框框，打開一個缺口。本來這一步是值得表揚的，但是結果惹來坊間笑話。為什麼？因為它突出了香港媒體，由上至下對如何採訪conflict news的無知，也突出了香港媒體對news safety的認識不足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還記得，三位記者在電視上直播時，原來那邊剛剛放過了催淚彈，煙霧迷漫，可是現場直播的三位記者，只有一位有面罩保護，其餘的只是有濕手帕掩面。當時我在香港，新聞房笑作一圈，笑對方出洋相，但是試問我們自己對採訪conflict news和事前的準備功夫又知什麼呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一位舊同事吳曉東當時也在巴格達採訪，後來他對我說，比起西方媒體的準備和事前接受的訓練，香港記者的確無知。我們熱情有餘但知識不足，但我認為我們不能完全怪前線記者，因為我們沒有這種經驗；所以上頭叫你去，就只管去，多問一句就怕機會給別人搶去了。我認為我們香港記者應該多認識自己的權益，沒有任何一則新聞值得用人命交換，未弄清有沒有足夠的安全設備，未弄清有沒有足夠的後援支持，還有保險問題等等，絕不能像一隻蒙頭蒼蠅話去就去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最近發現一個網站，它是由一位前路透社記者跟志願人士組成的，他們現在為全球十一個國家、五百幾位記者提供基本訓練：如何採訪conflict news和遇到襲擊時如何保護自己。這些國家包括加沙、伊拉克、西岸和利比亞等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們也積極游說亞洲國家和一些規模較小的傳媒，甚至記者以個人身分加入他們這個組織，提高自己對新聞安全的概念和認識，新聞安全不一定要到西岸和利比亞這些地方才會被威脅，最多記者死亡的是為採訪domestic violence，即是採訪平日的暴亂新聞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個網址www.newssafety.com，值得大家上去看一看。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115118207840996388?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115100101008975700</id><published>2006-06-23T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:31:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>多謝你們</title><content type='html'>捨不得睡，回看自己最初期寫的文章。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又是那句，為何自己的文筆、英文，都退步了這麼多？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還躊躇著日後寫「兩年回顧」的，驚覺原來執筆的日子已兩年有多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路走來，多謝愷頤、Helen、Eva和蛋叔，近期的有Jason和維，我知道你們經常來光顧，真的十分感動。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還有其他的朋友，你們不留言我不確定你們是誰，但每天看到總是十多個支持紀錄，也是由衷感激！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我會繼續努力少寫爛文章的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115100101008975700?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115100101008975700/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115099722967610253</id><published>2006-06-23T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:17:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>尅星</title><content type='html'>每人都有個尅星，我發覺，我的尅星是任總。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次見他，總是我的「清晨」時刻：多是0845在立法會，有一次是0900在機場博覽館，今天是0900在金管局。否則，非工作天，周六也要陪他吃飯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每次見到他，那天的工作必定是14至15個小時。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想再見到任總了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115099722967610253?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115099722967610253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>京都</title><content type='html'>一個多月之前，路經鑽石山到西貢燒烤，才驚覺香港有這麼一座宏偉的寺廟，感覺像到了京都。到了稍後，我才知道它叫「志蓮淨苑」，昨日與爸媽興致勃勃地去遊覽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/father%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/father%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它的「版圖」很大，在香港真的少見；馬路兩旁，都是其一座座的棕色建築物，夾在翠綠的樹影中間，富有唐朝的建築風格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的一見中情，主要來自對京都的愛好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;京都是我最愛的日本城市。那年我從加拿大畢業返港，途中順道到日本，遊姬路城，京都和內良一帶。那年我獨個兒去了多趟「文化之旅」，遊京都，是為我增添了「靈氣之旅」的一頁。在歐洲，我一天逛三個博物館；在京都，我一天看六個寺廟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;京都的寺廟資金雄厚，從又「金」（閣寺）又「銀」（閣寺）就可見一斑；所以它們保養得特別好，總是刷得新亮的，而且各有特色，讓人看到就喜歡、舒服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四年了，依稀記得，我總要在到達下一個寺廟前，先走一段很長的路，但亦讓我有機會，好好看看不同的屋子、吃吃綠茶雪糕。我又記得，有一次我在一個不出名的寺廟裏歇腳時，有一個老伯伯走來用英語問我從那裡來，另外又有一對老夫婦送了我一點小東西，是甚麼就忘了，但好感動。又有一次，我闖進了一個寺廟旁的墓園，但一磚磚的墓碑優雅得令我以為置身於電影之中，就趁沒人注意時按下快門。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年那個五月天，滲滿雨水和樹香的空氣、公園裡體形吸引的捧球健兒、溪旁撐著雨傘的藝妓、頭上的烏鴉、每隔一小時就傳來一次的鐘聲，這一切一切構成的圖畫，我只想到以「玄」去形容。而我，有幸在從西到東、由象牙塔到現實之前，先在這一個可愛的空間，歇一歇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這樣一個讓人心緒安寧的城市，不可能不愛上她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟自己約定，在某一個櫻花季節，我一定要再到京都感受一趟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/budha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/budha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 四年前在京都，我很喜歡這些「穿了衣服」的神像，好像洋娃娃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/gu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/gu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我的北大日本同房小古家在京都，剛好讓我們聚聚舊。攝於金閣寺前。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115066426863139274?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115065860066235657</id><published>2006-06-19T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:58:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>已看膩了</title><content type='html'>看過3晚世界杯後，開白了為何之前報章大肆提醒市民要注意健康。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;熬夜當然是一個問題，每晚到酒吧吸著一手和二手煙，加上卡路里過千的酒精和零食，若這樣子過一個月，真的，要死很容易。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115065860066235657?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115065860066235657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115065860066235657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and thousand island dip, onion rings with mustard dip, 和french fries with indian curry dip，自我感覺十分良好！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周日一定要看我的至愛——朗拿甸奴！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115048448754145877?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115048448754145877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115048448754145877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115048448754145877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115048448754145877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-feva.html' title='World Cup Feva'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115030878038611665</id><published>2006-06-15T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:47:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人的選擇其實好多</title><content type='html'>昨日14小時工作，今日12小時，明日繼續開早。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這幾個月，我已經不化妝不敢上班，但這幾天，還是有同事見到我會驚叫：你個樣點解跌晒watt？你做咩面青口唇白？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上星期在喜喜，有36歲的男人搭訕，猜我30歲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，有同行阿姐好心勸我，盡量早下班，我樣子比剛入行（5個月前開始跟銀行新聞時）憔悴了許多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我從中學就一直希望保持28歲的外貌，別人猜我是20歲，我還會不高興；但從來沒有人猜我是30歲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直以來用一位前輩的話勉勵自己：做記者，就不要希望發達；所以我只將焦點集中在工作的滿足感上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是很喜歡自己的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上周，我跟阿姐級的同事談起這番話，她說，剛入行就可以這麼說，但人總要過活的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以她很興奮地再三吹促我約李二公子造訪問，製造機會。我笑說，這些人很怕與記者拍拖的，她回應，你就說，好呀，我不做記者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我從沒有想過可以這麼爽快地放棄自己的工作，但我想她可能有她的道理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我若不當記者，我一直很希望參與無國界醫生到第三世界做傳媒工作、到四川照顧熊貓，或從事攝影、畫廊等工作。之前我會擔心，無國界和照顧熊貓並不實際，因為沒有收入，辭去工作當一陣子義工後，然後怎樣呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚回家途中，我醒覺，賣畫這選擇並非無可能，我認識兩個賣畫的人還生活相當富裕。我其實並無意向錢看，只要能維持現在的收入也不錯了，至少我還能穿好的吃好的，不是嗎？不是非得當記者才有滿足感吧。到時我就再不用每天看到社會的猙獰一面，不用時刻與時間競賽，晚上還可以享受生活才睡覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;呀~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蓋的啦，這些雖然真的都是我的夢想，但我不會這麼快放棄現在的工作的，再過多幾年吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吐了吐苦水，又舒服了許多。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115030878038611665?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115030878038611665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115030878038611665&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115030878038611665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115030878038611665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_15.html' title='人的選擇其實好多'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-115021995241009663</id><published>2006-06-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:45:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game is OVER</title><content type='html'>This is how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I read his blog, it was a story written on the night of his betrayal. He was betrayed by his fling to be exact. It was a sentimental piece by a charming who seemed to have it all young man. I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who know me, they know I can fall in love with words. And this guy is certainly capable of spelling out his mind eloquantly. It was when I started to follow his blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does have it all. Career, look, money, women. Not only his lifestyle is close to mine, it's the way he's willing to explore life that turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took on the WTO riot and was attacked by pepper spray; he went on a vacation alone and mingled with the locals; he went for a bungee jump though didn't work out in the end due to bad weather....the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have actually done myself, and things I have longed to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one piece he talked about his disapproval towards girls who cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one piece he talked about his family value. I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in one piece he wrote about getting over a hundred stuffed animals for a orphanage, this was when I screamed to myself, this is my MAN, I have to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that instance, I fell in love, with an imaginary man, because I thought I have never found a man so right. And I know I'm too old to let a potential slip away, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aware with the fact that he's so perfect because it's all only in my mind. But for those who know me, they know I wouldn't care. And I'm not scared of disappointment, because I'm too used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this close to meeting him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the same night one of our mutual friends referred him as an "international playboy", he treated his blog with the story of another betrayal. It was a slap on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fact that he has so many flings that hits me, it's about WHY I HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A WOMANIZER EVERYTIME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men talking about stability, it's only bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, nine out of ten guys I dated or was in love with were one of this kind. In the past I was too confident and young and was not afraid. Now I am still confident, but I'm too old for this game. I learned that if I know ahead it's wrong, there's always the option of "opting out". I don't have to force myself to finish with whatever I'm doing to achieve the "goal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are not about challenges, or succeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of realizing this, I'm very sad/mad/disapointed. Not because I cannot get something I wanted so bad, but because something I wanted so bad never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I cannot blame others for my broken relationships. The problem is in me. After having tried so hard and looked so long, I still and only fell in love with the wrong guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-115021995241009663?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115021995241009663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=115021995241009663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115021995241009663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/115021995241009663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-is-over.html' title='the game is OVER'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-114997173766930077</id><published>2006-06-11T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:58:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我有一個妹妹</title><content type='html'>我有一妹妹&lt;br /&gt;小時欺負她&lt;br /&gt;現在疼錫她&lt;br /&gt;夜裡夢著她&lt;br /&gt;白天打給她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對不起，很爛的一首打油詩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的妹妹這周六就廿三歲了，由於我從加拿大回來後，她就去了澳洲的關係，我已好多年沒有與她慶祝生日了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前晚，我夢到她來了（加拿大？）找我，我著友人先去接她，怎料他們倆一直踫不著面，我們三人只得用手提電話聯絡，我十分焦急。擾攘良久後，終於妹妹找對了地點，剛好我又約了特首大人曾蔭權（！），我就很熱烈地介紹他們認識。（…）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今午，我和爸媽飲茶，談起妹妹。我對爸說，真想像不到有甚麼工作適合妹妹，不如爸爸斥資，給她開一間漫畫鋪子，因為她是一個日本迷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚，我到朋友家打麻雀，又談起妹妹。朋友的弟弟與我妹妹同年，5呎10吋高，打籃球身型，但樣子成熟，還會替我們幾個姐姐挖雪糕、收拾碗盤。我問他，上次拍拖甚麼時候了，他說，好x久以前了，我說，太好了，我可以介紹妹妹給他。我朋友說，她弟弟好沈悶，我說，太好了，我妹妹也好沈悶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我終於明白我媽和舅舅的心態，為何這麼喜歡介紹男孩給我認識。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的妹妹很有性格、成熟，但為人內歛，像我很想將我的嗜好——clubbing——與她分享，多次嘗試利誘她跟我一起去玩都不遂。但要數最佳的shopping良伴，就非妹妹不屬。雖然我們倆品味不同，但對我這位天枰座的猶豫不決購物狂來說，她就最有耐性，而且由於她對我的品味往往不敢苟同，所以她的意見也令我省回許多金錢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我常告訴朋友，我妹妹樣子沒我這般可愛（keke），可是她比我高，雙腿也比我長，可以穿hot pants！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的妹妹七月底就回來了，很興奮。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114997173766930077?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114997173766930077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114997173766930077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114997173766930077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114997173766930077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_11.html' title='我有一個妹妹'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-114944141668842305</id><published>2006-06-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:41:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>祭英烈</title><content type='html'>淚眼或已在凝望，或已沒有人願講。&lt;br /&gt;不意如今，一起相對，獻花祭英烈，&lt;br /&gt;再思念中國。齊共記起血淚情，待昭雪；&lt;br /&gt;眾多烈士，有請到現場，&lt;br /&gt;願你能認出，六四時淚光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*願君知我共你是同路，&lt;br /&gt;我當天當夕，像你一般痛苦，&lt;br /&gt;身，困於此處，沒法與君一起並肩上，&lt;br /&gt;我亦無詞說斷腸。&lt;br /&gt;還願各位不必悲憤，莫悲憤，&lt;br /&gt;六四那一夜，目睹君去後，&lt;br /&gt;我獨含恨，就算未如願，大志仍在心！&lt;br /&gt;就算是無奈，就算未如願，大志仍在心！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缺席兩年後，今年不能再給自己藉口。&lt;br /&gt;17年前顫顫驚驚地跟著爸媽走在街頭，四周的口號聲震耳欲聾；&lt;br /&gt;17年後又獨自一個坐在維園，與數萬名志同道合者為八九民主斗士高歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我的朋友在哪裡？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今夜在血染的風采中流下的淚，是為孤單，或是為自己的無力感？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114944141668842305?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114944141668842305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114944141668842305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114944141668842305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114944141668842305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='祭英烈'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-114857609887045194</id><published>2006-05-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:58:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>花錢的快感</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;這陣子有點發瘋地購物，不能自控。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其中一「物」，是股票。明知道是波動市，還會繼續調整，但就是「要」買點東西。這兩周除了中行，另外還入了三隻股票，花光了手頭上的資金。現在手上的股票，只有一隻升了，四隻都跌了下去，但一點心痛的感覺也沒有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能這就是所謂女人追求花錢的快感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像我今天花了二千五百元，買了三條裙，而且都是藍色半截牛仔裙，也不明為甚麼。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114857609887045194?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114857609887045194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114857609887045194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114857609887045194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114857609887045194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_26.html' title='花錢的快感'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-114840684579085896</id><published>2006-05-24T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:02:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>travel travel...</title><content type='html'>ke, &lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; is pretty neat. The result was I've visited only 8% of the world! and with all the countries I'm interested to visit, they only comprise 26% of the world! but still, if i made 20% before i die i'd be a happy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/1600/worldmap.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/356/200/worldmap.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114840684579085896?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114840684579085896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114840684579085896&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114840684579085896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114840684579085896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/travel-travel.html' title='travel travel...'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614214859432323432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/2064/320/left06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532722.post-114815911598081216</id><published>2006-05-21T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:01:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>何謂local？</title><content type='html'>又一個很充實的周末：早上起來打稿（不明白為何老闆常常要我短周也交稿）、中午與任總吃飯（周六也要工作）、下午去wakeboard（天氣竟然轉涼，我的指甲凍得變紫）、晚上去吃姪女的滿月酒，午夜再去看da Vinci Code。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先講兩件事：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;原來懂看相的大表姐夫，多年前曾告訴我堂兄，家族中只有他和我會住house，弄得我好不高興，相信必定能找到個好夫婿。（不過雖然我堂兄是大律師，也未見他住house）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;我連剩下唯一的單身好友也失去了，從今起我要孤軍作戰。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;再講一講da Vinci Code電影：&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不好也不壞。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;請先不要擲雞蛋，由於我讀原著時，讀到一半也讀不下去了，所以對電影真的沒有期望。我相信說電影版差的人，主要原因就是太喜愛原著了。不過，我看了電影版後，反覺得書較好看，因為導影嘗試將太多的情節，塞入兩個半小時的框框內，反而令電影失去了懸疑片應有的氣氛。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;看到有人在他的blog裡質疑，究竟有多少「locals」能看懂這部片。從前亦聽過本身很local、從未出過國、英文也說得不好、卻只喜歡gweilo的女性朋友，就因為上過基督教中學，亦同樣質疑過，究竟有多少locals能看懂Constantine一片。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Local一字，十分貶意。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我得承認我也是很階級的人，但對再要加入種族原素加以批判的人，我很討厭。我曾是基督徒、每周上禮拜，所以我有資格大聲地反問這批人，知道聖經故事的人，就等如受過高等教育、高人一等嗎？不熟識聖經故事的人，就不能看da Vinci Code或Constantine嗎？電影不也是一種教育，讓觀眾去思考別人的思維方式嗎？他們若看不明白佛教電影，會覺得慚愧嗎？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最後，他們怎麼知道電影院內的「locals」，看不明白電影？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我很討厭以一概全的井底之蛙。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114815911598081216?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114815911598081216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114815911598081216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114815911598081216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114815911598081216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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line，以前隔周就會白回來，但現在仍清晰可見。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;記憶力衰退得嚴重。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;晚上外蒲前已累得在車上睡著。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;有時我會想，可能是我公司害的，因為工作時間真的很長。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114797495010955883?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114797495010955883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114797495010955883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114797495010955883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532722/posts/default/114797495010955883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;前幾天我採訪了匯豐銀行舉辦的全球和港人退休心態調查發佈，其實有些結果也蠻有趣的，像港人認為退休後可以有好的身體、有很好的經濟狀況是最重要，以及寧願不為錢繼續工作，這些心態都是排世界第一的。調查又發現，為改善退休生活，大部份港人都覺得提高退休年齡，和增加強制性供款，都是可行辦法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，回到公司，向老闆「報料」，佢擘頭一句說：「比經濟寫晒，點搞？」還指著早已放在桌上的報章。我呆了看看：「係喎，點解佢地有晒架，連表都有埋咁誇張？搞錯呀，咁搞咩記者會，等我打去公關到嘈下先…」我一言他一語，雖然我有指出其實有些結果和建議很有趣，但最後老闆仍決定：寫簡訊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;行規大家明白，若機構選擇性發放資料，沒份兒的我們沒理由還替你報導出來，還要浪費我的時間參加你的記者會。不過，我們的讀者，就永遠不會知道我們選擇不報導的新聞。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532722-114797342370582882?l=arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrogantbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114797342370582882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532722&amp;postID=114797342370582882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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