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Gallery，享受爵士音乐，让我顿时释放了所有的坏情绪。Music can heal your soul，不就有这么一句话罗？听完之后，感觉及时变得美妙。和这种good feeling 久违了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;伤感之时，总想要狂吃一顿，虽然陪我吃的人不知道我moody什么，但是还是得感谢他，毕竟给了我很多‘马来西亚’的温暖。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这个假期太漫长，长得令人烦躁。拍片完毕之后，那个看了令人反感的rushes本来就不是什么值得拖延的感觉，却必须持续地等待。我很少能够懒惰，但这个假期真的把我搞得什么都不想做，做什么也不高兴。朋友笑我是更年期。什么都脱离了，仿佛我的灵魂不在家。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;老套地说，旅行能让人自省，重新调整，等等云云。这次去并不带什么期望，只是必须消耗这难过的长假。然而，旅途上的惊险连连，却意外地让我发现，好像，我一直追求的不是目标的实现，而是一种自主的生活。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我渐渐地认为，我不会积极地追求拍电影的目标，第一从来不只道它是不是我的理想，第二好像是性格使然。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后有一个很好的music composer那天和我聊天。他问我，毕业后什么打算，五年后想在哪里？我最讨厌两个问题，一是计划，二是你最喜欢哪个电影／导演。但是这个朋友虽然属于工作朋友，但他和我有种connection，我没办法隐瞒。于是我很坦白地说，‘我不知道’。还说：‘I used to think that I will make feature films... ' 他等了下说，‘And? .. What has changed?' - 'Part of my character doesn't suit the industry' - 'And who decide that?' - I pointed at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few simple sentences engaged me into a deep thought. I questioned myself on the day, 'do I really not want it anymore? or, I'm just backing out?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这个music composer只为长片创作音乐，帮我（自己都看不起的）短片做音乐是一个例外。我其实也不知道他为了什么而做。但见面的最后，他说，让我继续update他我的作为。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;散工没做了，娇生惯养的我做散工实能耐多久，就觉得没意义。唉，搞艺术的人，什么都谈意义。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;倒是接了几份婚礼拍摄剪接的工。超级不耐烦，因为讨厌和别人讨价还价，更讨厌别人不信任我。懒得和别人打交道又是我，所以恨不得，说好价钱，把东西交给我，到时我交货就好。讨厌婆婆妈妈的磨合过程。还记得第一天那个顾客拼命和我诉说之前别人干得怎么不好不好，然后很怀疑地把东西交给了我。甚至我还知道，交给我的那东西早有另一个自己剪好的，目的就是要我剪好后，和他们的比较。但是西方人也很得空下，特意给钱我，只为了试探我的水准。结果看了WIP (Work in Progress)之后，拨电给我说，他们非常激动和满意。这下，我心里冷冷地说，‘看吧，我从来不令你们失望，所以不要置疑我的专业。’ 自大，应该会让我吃亏吧。没有，因为都是心里在自大，表外不懂和人讨价，才让我吃亏。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;去旅行参加guided tour的时候，看到别人都成双成对的去背包旅行，在想，下次去旅行，是一个人还是两个人？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么时候，和那个你，可以去挪威看北极光？住在那八千里只有一间的小木屋，生火看窗外妙曼的大自然？有时候各自看书，听音乐，有时候谈生命谈生活？有时候，静谧只能和一些人分享。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果你在，就不会发生那些事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很感谢同学们邀我替他们剪片，可惜我现在什么都不爱，所以让你们失望了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;明天一早要起身干活。我跟自己说，好好地看待活儿，微笑地迎人，一切可能就会变好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只怕，冬天未到，我已经抑郁了。才发现，部落格也可以这么写。没有秩序，发泄就好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;完毕。&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3964634066957966055?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3964634066957966055/comments/default' 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/&gt;但是现实是，你可能选了一块地，但总是下错种子，用错道具，如果说错了再错，你学不会，说明什么？你可能一开始就选错了地。当然，你可以有两种选择。第一，坚持到底，就算再笨，一辈子苦苦学习，应该有所收获。关键就在于，你甘不甘心，花一辈子的时间。第二，选择另一块地，重新开始。一般来说，没有人会过问，你选择哪一块地，大多会支持，因为，朋友相信，你已经选择了你要的那块地。但是，我想，下次，我会更明白，其实选择哪块地，和必须下苦功，都有同等的重要性。天下无难事，只怕有心人。你必须思考和感觉的，不是你做不做得到，会不会成功，而是，你愿不愿意付出那种代价。当然，吊诡的是，不真正去做，你又不知道代价是什么。所以，人生也许就是这么跌跌撞撞吧，也许坚持中必带一点疯狂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外，我们接受的电影媒体资讯，大大来自于好来乌。而这个行业，不仅仅是创意的遐想空间，更是实实在在的商业空间。它靠的是华丽的包装，咋舌的宣传。这个过程中，不只演员们成了包装为‘明星’的对象，近年来导演也成了对象，使我们对导演有更深一层的认识，甚至于过份的崇拜。好赖乌电影业刚萌芽的时候，更受关注的是于创意领域极具影响力的制片人和电影制作公司。在那个时候，可能大家纷纷就想当制片人或创办公司。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，在当今导演光圈的笼罩下，大多年轻人都想当导演。哪一个电影学院都有一样的现象，导演系挤到不够位，其他技术部门尤其声音，却寥寥无几。这真是极度不健康的现象。个人认为，就因为其他的部门并不曾得到大力的关注或宣传，以至于普罗大众，甚至未来电影工作者，自然地对它们评价不高。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而事实上，一旦进入电影工作圈，每一个职员，就只是职员，各司其职。你有你烦，我有我烦。不是你当导演‘话事权’最大就不用烦。不是在好赖乌，各部门有专业技术人员负责，当导演就最幸福。这是其中一种现在低成本电影工作者的幻想，总是想，有钱还怕拍不出好电影？高成本的电影，不只要求导演功力强，还要求你能在众多的要求里妥协推拿，成为政治高手。吴宇森说，初到好赖乌时，惊讶的是有那么多的会议要开，那么多人要应付，让你精疲力尽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，很多事情变成一种活生生的事实，而不是一种憧憬，一种猜想。Film is not a game for everybody. 我很钦佩一个友人，能对自己坦白说，如果拍了三部电影，都没有好的收获，便是时候思考一下，自己到底长处在哪里。在他身上，我看到的不是悲剧，而是一种豁达。而同时，也有另一个友人，十年里换了不少学校，结果说，都是学校不够好。会不会是自己不够好，而无法去承认？可能这才是悲剧吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3865974958928268912?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3865974958928268912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3865974958928268912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3865974958928268912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3865974958928268912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='坦白'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-609693392439200938</id><published>2010-04-22T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:59:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity?</title><content type='html'>我的硕士班是一个国际社会，班上12个人，只有一个是道地的英国人。然后我发现，和一些其他国家的人比，我能够感受到自己是一个比较不具有民族性或身份性的人。这么说，不是说我不爱马来西亚，也不是我不以自己身为华裔为荣，但我总是不明白，为什么自己所拥护的东西，必须也推广给别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个土耳其朋友，总是赞赏东欧的食物多好吃，说Chinese Food真的很难吃，闻到那个味道就害怕。说橄榄油怎么煮怎么好吃，就是配面包也好吃，说有一天得带我们全班去吃土耳其的佳肴。回去土耳其的时候，还寄给我看，什么东西好吃，回来的时候也带了土耳其甜品给我们吃。然后也推广说哪个土耳其导演赢了什么国际大奖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个巴西朋友，说什么话，开口总是以“I'm Brazilian"为头，行事豪放不羁，皆因“巴西人”所至。在巴西文化，我们是就是，不是就不是，不会像英国人那样，事事讲求圆滑周到礼貌，"being nice"。光顾餐厅，鸡蛋里挑骨头，然后逼人家打折扣，也是因为“巴西人”。什么东西都complain complain, 也是因为“巴西人”。讲评他的影视作品的时候，他总是说，“不，不！不是这样的，因为我是巴西人，我们巴西人不是这样的，我不认同你们那一套。” 这么让他催眠了好久，直到来了另一个巴西人，才松了一口气，绝不是所有的巴西人都这样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个中国朋友，很关心中国人来英国的命运，也很关心自己的宗教。时不时就说，“圣经上不也说吗，......” “圣经里有个故事是这样的......” 那天他和一些同教的朋友遇上，大家就讨论什么佛教就是教你逃离这个世俗嘛，根本就不实用，说没有爱就没有恨，这个爱本来就是天生的嘛，基督教就很入世罗...”等等。我只是默不作声，因为我认为宗教信仰是很个人的事情，就像家庭排第一，还是事业排第一，这两种人永远很难说服对方。如果各自都要把自己优越化，贬低对方，驳斥对方，我们引发的就是宗教战争。为什么人类永远没有学会包容“异象”的能力，那么多宗教把他人label成异教徒，然后对他们进行各种不一样的行为。我知道，在他们眼里，我们是那些等待被救赎的迷途羔羊，传福音也是他们的“天责”，但有时候我真想说，放了我吧，你让我入地狱吧～！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一些人，因为他的国家有“共同的敌人”－周边邻国，而建立起自己的身份。像印度不喜欢巴基斯坦，沙特阿拉伯讨厌也门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我面对这些冲击，也忍不住回望自己的背景，审视自己的“身份”。无可否认，当今这个时代，在外国对他人说“我来自马来西亚”，“咦？做末你会讲华语的？”“我是华人”这样的对白总是让他人充满疑惑和不解，但这绝对是他们的常识问题。来到我们这个辈分，我们对“中国”这个国家显然已没有任何牵挂，我们只是还有受民族的文化和语言的熏陶。而马来西亚这个国家，唯一爱比较的邻国，也只有新加坡。许多大马人到新加坡工作，但却不乐于当一个新加坡人。更重要的是，大马和新加坡不曾经历战争或种族屠杀的历史，两国绝不像上述所提的那般仇恨。没有仇恨表示我们没有绝对的“你”“我”关系，也正因为如此，也有一些大马人不排斥成为新加坡人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算是英国人对我说，以前马来西亚是英国的殖民地，我也不会难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道有多少关系，但我觉得多少有一点，因为在马来西亚的长大，我们对“异族、异教”的“存在”是不陌生的。在一般民众来说，偶尔会这里融入一点，那里融入一点。“你”和“我”，有时候也不会分得那么清楚。马来西亚没有什么骄傲可言，也没什么好跟人家比，所以“身份感”也就不怎么强烈。在外国和大马人，随便谈什么食物就能有connection，看看羽毛球比赛也很过瘾，外国人说要去马来西亚，就叫他记得去海边！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是会想念马来西亚那一份纯朴，那一份自在。（这句话，只是自己的喃喃自语，没有叫你一定要喜欢。）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-609693392439200938?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/609693392439200938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=609693392439200938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/609693392439200938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/609693392439200938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/04/identity.html' title='Identity?'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-2654165021143596681</id><published>2010-03-30T05:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:32:01.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Revolutionary Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S7EqWF4p1eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UmcG0px0E4w/s1600/revolutionary-road-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S7EqWF4p1eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UmcG0px0E4w/s320/revolutionary-road-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454187182747669986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to watch a colour film again. I sometimes wonder why such a dreadful feeling when I watch black and white films, and I've seemed to figure out that it's because the setting of the period, the way the people talk, can't connect to me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching a colour film like "Revolutionary Road" is more than just good. Both Kate Winslet and Leonardo di Carpio are at their best! Recently, I've just heard about a comment that says Leonardo is only good in Titanic, but this isn't the case. To see how they work and affect each other in this piece of film is simply amazing and of course for me, a wonderful experience to see how these actors act. They're focused, attentive to the partner, and it makes me believe that each time they do a take, it is not the same, and it must be the case. At times, the camera work just flow uninterruptedly when they're having a fight, and it works brilliantly without any cut (whether it is done purposefully or not during the shoot) because it delivers a more realistic and believable scene to the audience. What's more, both performances are too good to be watched. The scenes of them shouting at each other are so furious and frequent that any 2nd class actors would make it over-the-top and irritating to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film would probably look like an ordinary dull story on the screenwriter's papers, yet it makes you think almost every second on the screen, now this is what ya call film-making. Each characters have their own needs but they have to learn how to also accommodate the other person's needs since they are couple, and this is very true in all love relationships. As the saying goes, real people do not say explicitly what they think, because words uttered are rationalized. It is why we have to keep thinking and exploring what the characters really need or lack of. April loves her husband, she wants to make him happy, she takes care of him, but what is it that she's unhappy about? She wants a change - Paris, a fantasy that believed to be a paradise, but throughout the story, her conscious intent was to make her husband happy. Subconsciously, she's probably not. On the other hand, Frank seemed to buy the idea of relocating for a new life, but he is certainly unease with the change itself. The higher pay and promotion had challenged his decision, and as most of us will do, no matter how bored the job is, to accept this irresistible offer. Most of the people do not know what they want, but money is something that they absolutely know that they wouldn't not want. Despite Frank shows his sincere love and care to keep the baby, and I believe he didn't wittingly make his wife pregnant to cover his weakness of not going for a change, in a way he must have felt that the fact of the pregnancy is a more logical and solid reason to support his needs. The ironic thing about couple living together is that they want to please each other, and they make themselves in believing that making the partner happy means making they themselves happy. A long suppression of own need, probably unconsciously, makes something go wrong underneath each word and each action. Kate and Leonardo have brought out the essence of acting, where we observed that something is happening "in between" their words, and not "on" their words itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a tragedy. It seems there is no way out for both of them, which is pessimistic to think of. And the movie ends with the scene of the old couple talking in the living room, which gives an interesting hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2654165021143596681?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2654165021143596681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2654165021143596681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2654165021143596681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2654165021143596681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/revolutionary-road.html' title='Revolutionary Road'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S7EqWF4p1eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UmcG0px0E4w/s72-c/revolutionary-road-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1885705194634457503</id><published>2010-03-21T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:38:30.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days go on</title><content type='html'>The study of "The Writer's Journey" is interesting, because it is also a study of one's life journey. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are your threshold guardians, so don't be angry, treat them nicely. If you know your end, you can work out the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is heart warming to receive a message from a special friend (the wise old woman/ wise old man). Your magic words shall help me to stay true and stay firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I am experiencing seasonal change, from winter to spring. For tropical habitant like us, our mind and mood stay still all the time, because the time doesn't seem to change. Now it is moving from cold towards warm, the change is somehow unbelievable. The simple fact that you are at the same location, but the weather is changing, is simply unbelievable. And I'm in the awkward position, uncertain as to whether I am missing the winter, or I am looking forward to the spring. The most important of all, is that I'm suddenly aware that time is passing swiftly, time is not enough, so I must learn to appreciate "now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a treasure, don't stop exploring. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1885705194634457503?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1885705194634457503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1885705194634457503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1885705194634457503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1885705194634457503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-go-on.html' title='The days go on'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-772771942781101145</id><published>2010-03-18T08:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:42:34.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Schindler's List vs The Pianist</title><content type='html'>I watched the Schindler's List sometime ago, and just watched The Pianist. Both films are made with the background of Germans exterminating the Jews during the World War II.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered Schindler's List was good, but there was a moment I tried to recall what the story was. The Pianist was great too, in a way, you find it elegant, probably partly because of the music, but it doesn't give you the usual "sensational enjoyment" that you normally get from watching a film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schindler's List has a vivid hero, whose fate is to rescue as many people as he can, by recruiting them under his company. This hero is an unwilling hero, where he, not only once blamed his assistant for bringing in incompetent people to work. He is detached with the favour and the charity he is doing for his staff. However there is a scene where he is about to flee, and he suddenly breaks into tears, bragging about he hasn't done enough for the people. It is moving, yet the intention of the scene is too obvious. Schindler, breaking into tears and kneeling down, doesn't seem like the tough guy he used to be previously. Nevertheless, overall, the hero in the Schindler's List is someone we look up onto, and on the other hand, the protagonist in The Pianist is someone we identify with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pianist has a protagonist, who is not set to go out and fight his enemies, but he has one simple objective - to live. He is a character, whom we, as the normal people, would identify with. He lost his career, his family, he lost everything. What would you do, if you were him, a powerless citizen? You'd probably do the same. On the day he is separated from his family, knowing that they would die, and he wanders back to the house, I felt a total lost, just like him. What is life? What is hope? How do you live on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schindler's List describes brutality in large scale - the mass showering of a group of naked women, citizens losing all their properties at the railway station, etc. The overall emotion evoked was sympathy. In The Pianist, we were brought into that realistic experience as if we were there. The Germans are so absurd, and the Jewish not fighting back, evoked an emotion of utter rage in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In The Pianist, the brutality portrayed is much more subjective, coming from the point of view of the protagonist, hence more raw and realistic. Perhaps the fact that the director himself, Roman Polanski has been through the experience, he tends to present these ruthless incidents as they were, without trying to give a reason. One German comes, picks some Jewish out, and starts shooting. That's it. At night, they rush into the house, throw somebody out of the window. That's it. We never understand why. Thus, many times, we feel shocked, like the protagonist, because they were unpredictable, unreasonable. Whereas in the Schindler's List, the German General guy often talks to Schindler, and sometimes his weakness is shown. It seemed to have some moral justification there, or the attempt to make him more humanised, or trying to ingest certain reasons behind all these insanity. It makes him a complicated character, but at the same time, it takes too much for us to try to understand him, or even pity him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In The Pianist, time passes, he wakes up, he sleeps, he tries to find food. This routine is torturous, restless and hopeless (like in the "Cast Away"). We follow him all the way through, because we want to see the day he is reborn. The drama was heighten when he was almost dead - he was beaten until fainted, he was almost killed by the Russian because of the German coat he was wearing. These are the ordeals in the principles of mythology, and we find it utmost rejoicing to see him survive, and reborn again. At last, he is back at the radio station where he used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the Schindler's List provides a more informative view. It motivates me to find out more about the racism and the war after watching the film. The Pianist initiates more psychological and philosophical thinking about human survival in individual and in groups. (Maybe there were no belief, or seemingly plausible way, or set of rules for each races to live harmoniously together, and so one must demonstrate his power or guarantee his survival by imposing fear onto another.)  &lt;/div&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/8194197266777852310-772771942781101145?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/772771942781101145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=772771942781101145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/772771942781101145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/772771942781101145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/schindlers-list-vs-pianist.html' title='Schindler&apos;s List vs The Pianist'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6048396262827962784</id><published>2010-03-12T07:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:12:36.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Watching Films, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyday, I hear everybody telling me that X or Y is a must-see movie. People get shocked with my ignorance about those films. And there are tons of movies mentioned in the books that I'll have to see. I wonder anybody would ever know all of these movies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An award-winning film doesn't always impress you immensely. A classic film like Godfather can draw me to sleep. An experienced director may not have watched all of the Haneke's films. I discovered that the choice of viewing can rely heavily on our cultural background, taste and preference of purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so short, and it just no make no sense to me to try to be "clever" in watching films. Moreover, to score 100% in the knowledge of all films doesn't assure a perfect score in the profession of directing anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired watching too many head-cracking films recently. I just want to watch a "normal" film, a film that allows me to sit back, relax and enjoy. The first 2 minute of VO in "All about Lily Chou-chou" had urged me to press the eject button on my computer. Next is the "The Birth of a Nation". Oopss.. didn't realised it's a silent film. Sorry, but not today please. I then inserted the "Kes" - one of the best films of the British director Ken Loach but it cannot be played!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched "best romance comedy" on the website and surprisingly found the film "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", a film some friend mentioned to me the other day, on the top of the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After downloading the movie and fixing the subtitle for some time, I finally... Finally! get to watch a movie. Starred by Kate Winslet and Jim Carey, this is a very rare and refreshing piece. The story is based on the outstanding idea of using surreal setup of "erasing memory" to explore love relationship (it won the Best Screenplay in Oscars 2005) - an ideal model of surreal intertwining with realism. The emotional journey is distinctively portrayed in visuals, coupled with solemn music. The story kept me engaged throughout and gave me the impression of a short film. The part that I appreciate most of all, is the truthful treatment towards the change of the relationship - passionate yet dysfunctional, as most of us experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5mEKooFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lYIJWBCWrsI/s1600-h/eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5mEKooFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lYIJWBCWrsI/s320/eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_ver4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447530542520422434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8194197266777852310-6048396262827962784?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6048396262827962784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=6048396262827962784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6048396262827962784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6048396262827962784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/watching-films-again.html' title='Watching Films, Again'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5mEKooFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lYIJWBCWrsI/s72-c/eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5041315674679939060</id><published>2010-03-06T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T06:47:30.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>TOKYO STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5GJ4kR1s8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZbIpFVdOOpE/s1600-h/446px-Tokyo_monogatari_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5GJ4kR1s8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZbIpFVdOOpE/s320/446px-Tokyo_monogatari_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445285029371818946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近看的影片，至少有一半是黑白电影。其中大部分是因为电影教材书里提到，所以拿来看看。这步日本电影，和 The Departed 一样，谈家庭、生命。50年前50年后两部力作，再再地证明日本在这方面哲理之深厚。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一部典型的亚洲电影，描述的是一种意味，而不是故事。看前半段，只告诉你一对老人家到东京都市里探孩子们。家常便饭，柴油米盐这种琐碎的事，徐徐登场。所以我每看完。到今天，或许也是自己情绪对了，很快便投入，而且细细地品尝了这部坦荡、清澈的故事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看日本人对自家人必恭必敬的说话，是很有趣的。那种含蓄、不外露的作风，几近虚假，但却又令人相信(convincing enough)。老妈子总是附和老头子说的话，然后跟着后面行走，老头子时而唬笑老伴爱睡觉，都真实地反应两个老人的相处之道。像很多老人家，就算对孩子不满，也不好意思让孩子知道，然后俩人在夜深难眠的时候，感慨而谈。另外，老头子也有几个好友，虽是随便地聊聊，却也道尽了人生。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;母亲忽然病逝的时候，一切也是那么地诚实。老头子虽有伤痛，但不会表露，自己一个人去看日出，孩子会顾虑工作，有些会带着丧衣，有的抵达老家的时候母亲已过世所以没什么感觉，直到举行丧礼才有感觉。丧礼一举行完毕，各自的情绪也马上恢复，然后紧接投入生命的下一环。戏末两个女孩的谈话颇引人深思，一个认为孩子们自私无情，另一个说，“人们总是必须先照顾好自己的生活... ” 让我联想我家老人家过世前那段病重的日子，一般没几个孩子在身边。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后，老头子一个人坐在客厅里，邻居又来打招呼。一切和他们出发到东京前的情景一样，只是这时候只剩下老头子，孤身单影地望着窗外船只游来游去，多么富有寓意和诗意。不煽情，不做作，不点缀，只是诚实地看待人生。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我那中国的朋友常和我聊亚洲电影。也许我们不曾发现，但我们的电影里总默默地隐藏着东方人独有的含蓄、细腻、暧昧（王家卫）。我两次功课的导师，巧合地都是同一位。而他是一个超级商业的导演，常硬把我隐藏的东西挖到地面。但我相信，他的道理是对的，首先你必须清楚的表达，因为这个过程迫使你清楚的知道自己其实想讲的是什么，然后再把它软化。可能很多初学导演忽略这个过程，所以才会有很多片子让你自己去猜它讲的是什么，这样导演的工作也未免太简单了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最重要的是，不管是东方还是西方电影，皆各具特色而被对方接受。所以我相信，拍什么电影都不应该和自己的背景脐带完全切割，事实上也可能无法做到，就像生自己的孩子，不可能完全没有自己的特征。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5041315674679939060?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5041315674679939060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5041315674679939060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5041315674679939060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5041315674679939060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/tokyo-story.html' title='TOKYO STORY'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/S5GJ4kR1s8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZbIpFVdOOpE/s72-c/446px-Tokyo_monogatari_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8408054121798208856</id><published>2010-03-04T05:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:31:26.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>久违了</title><content type='html'>今天晚上赛城多媒体大学辩论队，正式打2010全辩复赛。这个历史性的一刻，决定我们能否再回到全辩最好的成绩－进入半决赛。远在伦敦的我，时间是下午1.30pm左右，很替他们紧张，就打了电话给KS，可是成绩未出炉。过了一会儿，KS来简讯说，第一轮投票5－0，情况非常乐观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下午2点，我回到课室里，和同学们继续进行拍摄彩排，可是那几分几秒，实在难熬。我回想毕业以前以后，足足7年左右，我和辩论队难舍难割。以为已经慢慢离开，但细数起来，却又几乎每个term break的训练营，我都准时报到。在多少个大赛之前反复来回赛城，甚至到马六甲急进冲刺，然后又失望而归。痛心而训，细心地劝，眼看辩论班经历低潮，总让我们几个老而不死的，无限感慨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下午2.15pm左右，KS再次来简讯，说15－0，赢了。我会心一笑，或许这次感动比激动还要多吧。你们终于做到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去有阵子，放羊的时候，却是你们表现最好的时候，在世辩和各国队伍交战，重振赛城名威。这一次，也正是我不在的时候，你们做到了。莫非，确是要我不闻不问之时，才能有意外的惊喜？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们做到了，勇闯半决赛，阔别7年，重新成为种子队。希望下一届的选手们明白，这个种子队，得来有多么不容易。所谓，寒窗十年，也莫过于此了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为ZW你不会参加的，但是知道你答应回来参加的时候，我就感觉到，你会回来，弥补过去的那个遗憾。我曾经问过你，你从什么时候开始辩论，你说，从中学开始。那么，就望着全辩初赛而却步，你不难过吗？你甘心吗？我知道，你回来了，这次全辩队伍就有了希望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL的self-concious很高，所以容易对自己在队伍里的位置感到敏感。因为对自己期望很高而达不到的时候，人容易感到气馁，所以就想放弃。但在辩论队里硬着头皮持续下去的人，才会明白有一天跨越心理障碍的那份珍贵，和体会最苦过后成就的愉悦。我相信现在你已能明白我说什么了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好HL一个够“稳重”，一个TG够乐观，才能平衡一下气氛。:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同样是你们四个，但和两年前的那四个，你们已经不一样了。其他的不说，就那次败北的经验，我想，对你们全部而言，都是一个极大的推动力。比赛嘛，士气高昂，就赢了一半。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;胜利的滋味，久违了。我很高兴，你们尝到了。:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8408054121798208856?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3235740215943138413</id><published>2010-02-27T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:42:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>随想</title><content type='html'>好久没有到这里了。好像在外面漂泊了一阵，日日夜夜在制作影片的世界里转。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转到今天，刚刚拍完了第二部短片习作，有一点疲累，有一点想休息，暂时透气一下。自己direct的那一周，总是精神紧张焦虑到睡也睡不好。周一周二烦恼剧本没写好，周三彩排之后要根据剧本分析进行拍摄策划，然后拼命做最后的“演员沟通”准备功夫...（这个世界上，没有什么比和人沟通更艰难更费神了）拍摄的一整天，才发现一口水也没喝，那个简单到死的蛋炒饭又太难吃了，结果竟然，久违的胃痛拜访了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后你发现再怎么进行充足的精心策划，拍摄总是不按理出牌。这就是所谓的conspiracy吧。每一个take一完成，演员总看着你，要听你的指示。你知道他做得很烂，你也知道怎么做才对，但和演员讲话就像训练猫狗，你要它跳三次，停一次，你得把诱饵放在对的地方，用手指示，他们是不听人话的。所以，当一个导演，最大的挑战不是知道你清楚你要什么，是怎么让那些演员做对你要的那些东西。要把“什么”翻译成“怎么”，然后在每一个take之后迅速的表达，是一种极大的考验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，吃饱了，脑筋有点不灵活，瓶颈了，所以写不下去了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;入住酒店以后不久，便到附近的城镇走走。冬天的时候，在路上行走的人甚少。长长的一条住宅的街上，没有车子驶过，也没有人走过，安静得很。城镇里虽然人比较多，但并不喧闹，感觉上有点别扭。我思考了好久这安静是为什么，然后发现店里也很少开音乐。或许，像人们常说的，冬天的时候，白天很短，天空很灰，阳光很少，人总是无精打采的。也因为肢体语言的关系，人们总是怕冷低着头，双手环保身体，这个样子看起来，怎么都不像热情奔放的样子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;我的心情很好，好得让我自己也惊讶，这几天都是这样。似乎来到一个极度陌生的空间里，在这里，没有认识我，我的一切反应，一切思绪，那么自然地流露，好像没有了一切的顾虑。看到满街的车子，都被雪铺盖得像蒙了眼睛般的傻瓜，我会笑出声来。我凝视每片枯叶上凝聚的冰糖，觉得它们好可爱。我脚踩着冰块，尔时印出了个大洞，尔时像溜冰般快速地揣地，累了就踩在没有冰块的地方继续行走。公园里的草地也变成了雪地，如诗如画，像我们在彩画上看到的冬天，配以几棵干柴。看到空无一人的长凳上，我竟幻想起西洋人的鬼坐在那儿，和几个小朋友说话！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;没有人和你说话，你就很清晰地听见自己心里的话。有多少的时候，我们的心能够如此彻底的明净，如此清楚地感受自己的行动，体会自己和大自然的互动。穿着粉红大衣的我，真像个天真无辜的孩子，爱上了冷酷的他而不自知，旁人都不屑一撇。我想，如果你知道冬天也像春天一样，一去不回头，你就会珍惜它的美。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;回到酒店，已是傍晚时分，天色渐渐转为昏暗。我在静静的房子里，仍然企图寻找那静谧的理由。是不是缺了电风扇，冷气机滚动的声音？甚至不愿打开电视，想听听，这静谧到底是什么样的一种声音。就这样，这一天，我的心境多么清澈简单。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;第二天，打开电视，便接触到各种新闻－近至伦敦中心积雪带来的交通和经济危机，远至&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;Haiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;地震等等。我顿时恍然感受到，原来我们对这个世界的认知，已不再是靠自己的触觉、直觉、观察、而是单纯地仰赖媒体。而在忙于接受庞大外来资讯的时候，我们总悄悄地抹杀了和自己真诚相处的机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;“冰冻三尺，非一日之寒。待冰雪融化，也只须一个早晨。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div 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/&gt;接下来，就看看本地电影《Muallaf》。总结一句，说得太多，演的太少。前半段的说教意味十分浓厚，硬塞给你很多idealogy，加上长篇累赘的对白，而且大部分是宗教的引经据典，让人吃十分不消。直到两个主角的家庭创伤被揭开以后，感动才慢慢地建立起来。回到人性的根本，就很容易打动人心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如同Yasmin Ahmad所有的电影，无非是想说爱能弥补一切创伤，爱能改变一切，这个是走不掉的。她自己也曾经说过，她因为爱家人才开始拍电影，也因为爱而继续拍电影。所以，秉持着单纯信念去做是她的风格，她的选择，观众能否接受，也是自己的选择。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8063679671176961344?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8063679671176961344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8063679671176961344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8063679671176961344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Enjoy yourself~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而东方人让孩子和朋友出去时会说：“不要乱乱跑，要乖要听朋友爸爸妈妈的话，陌生人给的饮品不可以喝,要记得多喝水,不要太迟回来..."从未听说过：“尽情地玩，尽情地享受吧”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1375473960321876034?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1375473960321876034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1375473960321876034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1375473960321876034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1375473960321876034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;纵使在毕业后各奔东西，南至柔佛新加坡，北至槟城，多年以来，依然维系得微妙。偶尔的来电，一年一度过年时的喝茶搓麻将吃团圆饭，难得的国外旅行，回去cyber辩论班分享交流，看junior辩论比赛，这些点点滴滴，像一根很细的线，维系着彼此。这个缘分，我一直都很珍惜。这一次就算那么遥远的路途，大家绝无二话地答应赴约，我真的很感动。谢谢你们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不太可能发生，却每年都发生一次，就是在年尾的时段相聚，烧火锅，吃汤圆，闲话家常，嬉闹不断。这样的美好回忆，给我很多温暖，而这份温暖会陪伴我很久很久。我会带着这些能量，面对接下来学业甚至生活上的挑战。我也希望，有勇气，成为自己想要成为的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认识你们是我的福气，也是我的富气。有你们精神上的支持，我，有种知足的快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-9145241910544735511?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9145241910544735511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=9145241910544735511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>工作兼喝茶完毕，开夜车回家的时候，在电台听到一句很有意思的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前，我们都听说，“一份耕耘，一份收获”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但那句话是这么说的：“一份耕耘，一份累积；五份耕耘，五份累积；九份耕耘，九份累积；十份耕耘，才有百倍的回报。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;确实，我们想要的收获，往往并不是在你付出的开始，便可以得到的。像挖掘一口井，第一次下锄头的时候，怎么会见到水？半滴都没有。得重复地做，不停地做，恒心地做。终于，挖了第十次，水源涌现，源源不绝，以后再也不须辛苦挖井，百倍的收获，这时，才降临。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耕耘的过程，累积的是知识、经验、缘份，这些不能轻易被认出来（identify）的东西，往往受人忽略，像手握一个珍宝，自己却不知道，只当它是很重的石头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，给自己明年的座右铭恨简单，“去学，去做”，如是而已。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7376718476633813536?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7376718476633813536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7376718476633813536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7376718476633813536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7376718476633813536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_03.html' title='几分耕耘,几分收获?'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5167268812018091406</id><published>2009-12-02T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:03:24.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>女孩男孩，结婚了。</title><content type='html'>女孩和男孩在中学那段青涩的时期就已相识，并很快坠入爱河。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中学毕业了，女孩只身到吉隆坡这个大城市念大学，男孩则继续在家乡念书，俩人正式面对远距离感情的考验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩大一。感情初次受到磨练，俩人常为大事小事吵架。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩很生气，这个男孩总让她伤心。火烧心头时，总是狠狠地把手机关掉...&lt;br /&gt;男孩也很生气，这小女子总爱刁钻地为难他，要劝说和解的时候却偏偏不让人联络上。&lt;br /&gt;于是，男孩只好硬着头皮打给女孩身边的朋友Y，才找得上她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天打雷一天下雨三天放晴，过不了多少时间，又会看见女孩甜蜜蜜地聊着电话了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;龙卷风来袭，女孩情绪很是低落，抱着一箱饼干，和朋友Y坐在宿舍楼梯口上，说两个人在一起，总是争执不休，只好分手了。那大概是第一次吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩气急败坏，打电话给Y的时候，还骂说，是不是Y怂恿她分手，让Y啼笑皆非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一阵子，话说俩人又和好了。女孩羞愧地说，啊，真不好意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩大二。周五去上课，她总是一并带着行李，准备一下课，就搭巴士回家。回家的路程须费3小时余，每个礼拜周而复始，风雨不改，只为见上男孩一面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一次，朋友Y三两人去女孩的家乡玩，见着了电话那头传说中的男孩。俩人关系曝光显得有些腼腆，喝茶的时候，男孩还悄悄地在桌底下握女孩的手，女孩却惊叫起来，深怕被人看见似的！结果被朋友揶揄一番，大家嘻哈笑翻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来又后来，女孩说，这次比龙卷风更烈，看来已无可挽救。这时，朋友Y估计应该也是暂时性的吧...女孩坚定地说，“不，这次，是真的...是真的...“ 后来Y发现，那么多次了，幸好没有一次是真的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后讥笑女孩的时候，她说，男孩对她说，因为他太了解她了，知道她生气以后，怎么挽回她的心。言语中有些委屈，却也有些莫名其妙，似乎冥冥中已被他套牢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩大三。男孩该决定要去哪里继续升学了。女孩不知道男孩会不会选择来吉隆坡，心中仍有些不踏实。男孩后来终于也来了吉隆坡，女孩总算安心了，不再须要常常长途跋涉，来返家乡大学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，女孩和一屋的女室友们同住在外边。女孩闹别扭关机的时候，男孩还是打给大家，但是女孩又不愿接电话，大家夹在当中，为这对可爱的couple感到无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于大学也毕业了。女孩和男孩在外租屋子，必须学习同住在一个屋檐下。工作了几年后，女孩说，现在情绪已经不会大起大落，吵吵嘴，闷个气，转头就得说，“喂，去吃饭了...” 成了习惯，或一种形式－ 俗语说的，“老夫老妻”的相处模式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由嫩稚的怀春时期，到圆熟的成人时期，女孩男孩的恋情终修成正果，这个周末即将举行婚礼，履行这一生相守的承诺。看起来像故事的结局，其实又是人生另一段旅程的开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年的相伴，怎么说，实在不容易。男孩一次又一次地坚定，女孩一次又一次地包容，为的是什么，心里很清楚。缘分很奇妙，少了上述任何一件事，故事的结局或是另一番风景了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望婚后接下来的日子，继续修行，继续幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y 祝福你们，新婚愉快，下一个十年，下下一个十年，每一个十年，都在累积快乐和幸福。:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5167268812018091406?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5167268812018091406/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;span class="yahooBuzzBadge yahooBuzzBadge-square" id="yahooBuzzBadge-90677132521257179944866"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- /Inline toolbox --&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In forty years of teaching at the UCLA film school, I've often had discussions with filmmakers and critics from other countries about the fact that, since the late 1920s, American films have generally received 85 to 90 percent of all the revenues from film distribution around the world. (What other major American industry has been that successful for that long?)&lt;div class="entry_body_text"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a teaching trip last month to Europe, I once again heard the explanation that people outside the United States so often give for this remarkable fact: "You Americans spend so much money on your movies that it's impossible for us to compete." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although few in America dare to speak his name any more, things are different in Europe, so I responded to my hostile audience member by saying, "That's vulgar Marxism. The capitalists who own the industry - about half of whom are not Americans - would gladly pull their money out of Hollywood and put it into some &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; country's films if they were as commercially successful. So much money is spent on American films because so much money is &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; on them." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;people around the world continue to prefer American films after all these years? I don't think it's because our films are "better"; I think it's because most American films sell something that people &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;, something they're hungry for, and can never get enough of. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What they're selling also explains why today, as always, there are a significant number of people who hate our movies. What American movies are selling is the Unstated State Religion of America: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Individualism&lt;/span&gt; -- the belief that the most important power in the world lies &lt;em&gt;within&lt;/em&gt; each person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the history of the world, the belief in the centrality of the individual is quite new and, as we are learning once again, quite tenuous. Orthodox believers of several religions, like orthodox Marxists, Nazis, Fascists and others, have told us for a very long time that that the most important power lies &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of the individual. Their belief systems say we must tune our attitudes, actions, and aspirations to the power of God, Jesus, Allah, History, The State, The Fuehrer, Il Duce, etc. Although they differ enormously from one another, such belief systems agree on one thing: the most important power in our lives does &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;lie within. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Not surprisingly, the orthodox followers of such anti-individualist belief systems have seldom produced great drama. This is because film, like drama since at least the Elizabethans, &lt;em&gt;depends &lt;/em&gt;on individual will, action, and responsibility. It is also not surprising that the orthodox believers of many religious or quasi-religious "isms" have prohibited their followers from seeing popular American movies. Because they locate power within the individual, American movies offer a &lt;em&gt;competing&lt;/em&gt; belief system.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Orthodox followers of religions and ideologies often see the individualism that is the bedrock of American popular films as self-centered, narcissistic, materialistic, shallow, decadent -- without any sense of obligation to Higher Things. Unrestrained individualism can indeed be all of these, as real life in America, especially lately, so often demonstrates. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the memorable popular American movies - the ones that millions of people responded to when they first came out and &lt;em&gt;continue&lt;/em&gt; to respond to -- do not encourage the attitudes and actions that the orthodox fear. As I demonstrate in my book, &lt;em&gt;The Power of Film &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://thepoweroffilm.com/"&gt;thepoweroffilm.com&lt;/a&gt;), memorable popular films from America agree with most of the values of orthodox religions. They disagree about where the most important power lies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; For decades, I have asked a wide variety of audiences to name the most memorable dramatic works in history -- those that, if they are plays, continue to be produced, or if they are movies, continue to be watched by later generations. People most often mention &lt;em&gt;Oedipus Rex, Medea, and Antigone, Hamlet, King Lear, and Macbeth, Death of a Salesman, Citizen Kane, and The Godfather. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What do these stories have in common? They are all about a &lt;em&gt;single individual&lt;/em&gt;, around whom all the action, as well as all the other characters, revolve. More often than not, the work itself is named after this character. This is individualism in action. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I also have asked audiences for several decades to name the memorable films that have come out of Italy under Mussolini, Germany under Hitler, Russia under Stalin, or China under Mao. I usually receive blank stares, and it's not simply that there's nobody in the audience with knowledge of these countries' film histories. It's because, with a few exceptions, there &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; any. If you deny power to the individual, as these dictators did, you make it almost impossible for memorable films to emerge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Societies that deny the power of the individual ironically tend to gravitate towards a single &lt;em&gt;all-powerful&lt;/em&gt; individual who is allowed to hold the power of the nation in his hands. When this happens, there is no need to create heroic individuals in fiction because public squares, news broadcasts, postage stamps and flags all emblazon the image of the same hero on them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Paradoxically, societies such as our own that trumpet a belief in the power of the individual seldom allow any single individual to acquire much power in real life. As popular culture in America demonstrates, there is an inverse rule that dictates that, the more power someone in real life has, the more there seems an urgent necessity to cut him or her down to size. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Individualist societies are uncomfortable with heroes in real life, and often don't know what to do with them. Perhaps, as a compensation, they produce a multitude of heroes in their movies and other popular media. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Everyone knows that American Individualism means that each person is &lt;em&gt;expected&lt;/em&gt; to "look out for #1" -- himself. And yet, no memorable popular American film gives us a protagonist who is &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; concerned with himself throughout the film. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; At the beginning of &lt;em&gt;Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;, Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) utters that famous line, "I stick my neck out for nobody" but by the end, he's given up the only person he's ever truly loved for "The Cause." In &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt;, Rhett Butler (Clark Gable), makes it clear early in the film that, "I'm the only cause I believe in," but he becomes a hero by running the Northern blockade to aid his countrymen, and joins the army even though he knows the Confederacy is doomed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Early in &lt;em&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/em&gt;, George Bailey (James Stewart) tells his father that he wants to get out of the small town he lives in and scorns, but then he devotes his whole life to it. &lt;em&gt;Early in On the Waterfront&lt;/em&gt;, Terry Malloy (Marlon Brando) says, "Me? I'm with Me" and he advises Edie (Eva Marie Saint) that his philosophy is "Do it to them before they do it to you." By the end of the film, however, he is beaten nearly to death fighting on behalf of his fellow workers. Finally, early in &lt;em&gt;The Godfather&lt;/em&gt;, Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) says of the story he has just told his girlfriend, Kay (Diane Keaton), "That's my family, Kay -- it's not me." But Michael then joins his family's violent business in order to save his father's life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The pattern here is clear: characters often &lt;em&gt;begin&lt;/em&gt; their story being concerned only with themselves; but by the end, they sacrifice themselves for their family, community, or cause. This is not that different from those with orthodox religious or political faiths, who also believe in the importance of sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The difference lies in where each thinks the most important power lies. When Orthodox Muslims talk about their plans, they usually say, I&lt;em&gt;nshallah&lt;/em&gt;, just as Orthodox Jews say, "God Willing." For the religious, the power to make something happen lies outside individual will or control. But where in America's memorable movies, aside from Mel Gibson's &lt;em&gt;The Passion of the Christ &lt;/em&gt;- about as orthodox a film as has ever been made - does a central character rely on God, Jesus, Mohammad, or some other force outside himself? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The sad fact is that, throughout history, and in much of the world today - even in so-called advanced societies - people do not &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;they have power as individuals. It is no wonder, then, that they hunger for films that tell them that a single individual can matter, &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be in control of his or her own destiny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; It is not surprising that those who believe the most important power lies in a deity, the state, or some idea should hate American movies. They are correct to see in them a competing belief system. What is surprising is that so many people who share the belief in the power of the individual fail to realize how powerful it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "The Power Of Film" by Howard Suber, 让我看电影的视角有了翻天覆地的改变，也对电影有了崭新的解读。我庆幸，学海无涯...学海无涯...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: fixed;"&gt;&lt;div id="new_selection_block0.9038343907916835" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/howard-suber/why-they-hate-our-movies_b_29396.html" target="_blank_"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/howard-suber/why-they-hate-our-movies_b_29396.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;才知道，当婴儿初初产生的时候，可能不到一公分长，但是扫音波的时候，却可以清楚地看到一个小点，不停地闪烁。那是－他的心脏。看着跳跃的小星光，母亲感到一阵生命的律动。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后他出生了。像个小猫，小巧得可以卷卧在母亲的一只手臂里。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后一寸一寸地长大，这时一只手已抓不住他。他还会偶尔爬到母亲的被上像狗儿那样翻滚蠕动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后有些日子，像打快的影片般，模糊而快速地闪过去，有天母亲醒来，发现必须抬头看他，这狗儿竟然长得高过自己了。他再也不会在母亲身上翻动，母亲也再无力提起他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慢慢地，母亲一天比一天弯腰弯得更底，也许就到他背着母亲去看医生了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孩子，从一点划成一个人，父母亲从强壮到退化。有了孩子成长的对照，父母亲更体会自己长成、衰老的过程，也更深刻体会身体生命的转变。&lt;br /&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/8194197266777852310-8493346259863644221?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8493346259863644221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>如果失落感也是一种美</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;以前辩论的时候，要定义“艺术”或“文学”、“美学”这类东西的时候，总逃不过“真、善、美”这三个关键字眼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;的确，艺术能把一切看起来丑陋的，不好的，变得优美而另人着迷。比如，“凄美”，凄美凄美，能又凄凉却又很唯美的，只有艺术做得到。所以为什么看电影making of的时候，演员总会苦诉，那么冷的天气，掉进冰冷的湖里直抖擞，还得姿势优雅地做那淡淡惆怅的昂头神情，加上飘着雪的天，看在我们的眼里，所有的寒酷、身体的煎熬都被不见了，剩下演员脸上的痛苦，竟变得有那么一点的美。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;在 "The Private Lives of Pippa Lee" 这部电影里女主角演绎的是一个很有魅力的女人。她脱俗的美丽，那么地令人着迷，叫人不自觉地探索她的魅力。过了几天，我终于明白她演的－－是一种失落感，她的灵魂里就是弥漫着一股失落感。如果失落感也是一种美的话，Pippa Lee 她美得动容。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-4969497857937170894?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4969497857937170894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=4969497857937170894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4969497857937170894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4969497857937170894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_960.html' title='如果失落感也是一种美'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3044285603742021380</id><published>2009-10-16T11:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:21:14.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>隔离感</title><content type='html'>你曾否有过这样的感觉，在夜里静静地发呆－忽然好像在星际的边缘，远看这个星球，似乎和所有的人和事，那么遥远。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;世界上所有的事都是矛盾的。一个婴儿诞生来到这个世界的时候，他被爱满满地包围，快乐地成长。与此同时，每个个体却又是单独的，因此偶儿和自己以外的人有种隔离感。于是，常常在这两者之间徘徊。小时候可能因为父母不给你开生日会，气得把自己关在房间里，然后忽然觉得自己和父母瞬间有点隔离。但是长大以后，真正地成为成人了，不是每次靠撒娇闹别扭就有人会理你，于是这种隔离感愈演愈烈，或者说，我们终于理解到，什么叫作真正地“独立的个体”。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;疏离感和隔离感毕竟是有分别的。曾经住在一起的室友可能很亲密，但毕业后各奔东西，渐渐地疏远以后，可能产生疏离感。然而，隔离感有时后是无所不在的。不管在实际具体距离还是心理距离都很近的时候，两只手触碰中间却像有一道玻璃墙。这种感觉同样很矛盾，即便是感情上和道理上最亲密的人－亲人或爱人－每天的饮食起居生活在一起－也偶儿会有隔离感。所以不难理解，情侣间的感情维系，来到隔离感长期存在的时候，变得那么无力与无奈。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这情绪上几乎没有太大折痕的隔离感，是一种微妙的感觉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3044285603742021380?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3044285603742021380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3044285603742021380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3044285603742021380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3044285603742021380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html' title='隔离感'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-4060838510096265927</id><published>2009-10-14T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:21:14.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>重感情的人</title><content type='html'>重感情的人，都是不愿回首的，不愿回首的不是那不堪的往事，而是那些美好的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重感情的人彻底地明白，美好是会结束的，固然美好是种快乐，结束这个结果却令人疼痛。如果恢复美好，终究也是短暂的话，只会让他们一再感受那疼痛，还有自己无力改变的无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我们身边，有多少人悄悄在你生命中慢慢消失，让你咬牙切齿地恨。多年以后，一句温暖的问候，你才明白是怎么一回事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-4060838510096265927?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1689945586947302004</id><published>2009-10-12T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:43:34.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>No Country for Old Men</title><content type='html'>"No Country for Old Men"听起来，好像很熟，却又好像陌生。因为它最近获得奥斯卡最佳影片，但是没有听到有人讨论它。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A追逐B因为B偷了他毒品交易的赃款”－简单直接明了的故事概念；一点都不复杂的场景摄影－道路、小店、客栈，但是这追逐却充满了tension和惊悚（特别是在客栈里俩人首次交手的那一场）成功逮住观众的心，好似当年经典的Psycho。这点令我十分佩服。越来越发现，好的story telling不是常常都需要高制作、大场景、人很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hower Suber《电影的魔力》曾道：“最成功的商业电影，大多以某一个概念为基础，然后用三种方式表达：“简单地、简洁地、生动地”。传播中心想法，让人们能够记住，而且要能够让他们可以重复说给别人听，这就达到了word of mouth的传销目的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1689945586947302004?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1689945586947302004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1689945586947302004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1689945586947302004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1689945586947302004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country for Old Men'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8290652686350044042</id><published>2009-10-09T16:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:13:10.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>婚礼 人情</title><content type='html'>有什么时候，你的亲戚朋友会同聚一堂，以你为大主角？除了出生（那时你还没有朋友），还有死亡，便是结婚的时候。因此，一个婚礼可以反映很多人情，而人情可以反映这个人的性格和家庭背景。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现代人排斥繁复的礼俗，认为那很多余。有些人简化之，有些人弃之。简化和摒弃是有差距的。简化是像，男方过礼给女方的时候，本来要送鲜猪蹄，但车程路途遥远，所以用罐头猪蹄代之。换言之，礼还在，只是形式转换。弃之不做的多半是因为不理解背后的意义，因此做了而不懂为什么，当然很无聊。也有些人认为，搞那么多花枝招展的礼仪很费力，所以懒惰做。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;入会洗礼有礼，剃头当和尚有礼，婚礼有礼，葬礼有礼。本人认为，礼仪象征的是生命一个时刻的重要性。一个人在婚礼中愿意履行的礼有多少，往往反映他／她对这件事有多重视。从另一角度想，如果没有任何的礼仪，出嫁不就是一个女孩子走出自己的家到男孩子的家住，和每天出门也没多大分别，将来也不会为之回味。当然绝不否认，婚姻美不美满不光只看结婚那一天新郎被逼高喊宣称的各种爱妻承诺，俩人在接下来的日子继续相互厮守才是关键。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从远古的大家庭走向今日的小家庭，和我同辈的年轻人，和其他亲戚们的关系是日渐疏远，顶多在过年时－或许－见上一次，以致婚宴上邀请他们变成一别扭的情况。华族一向注重家庭伦理关系。以前的屋里，中间一个厅堂，围绕之便是各个兄弟们的家庭，故“堂兄”，指的是和我们住同一堂里的兄弟姐妹，可见亲昵之程度。而如今，有些人很可能在长成人的时候，忽然发现自己有这么一个兄弟。有些人嫁到孩子都有一个了，在见到丈夫的姑姑的时候，会直问：“你是谁？”父母那一辈固然会坚持摆酒请这些“远方亲戚”，但越来越多年轻一辈对招待“这些人”感到不厌其烦。殊不知，别人愿意请假、愿意长途劳累来喝酒、愿意下厨、愿意东奔西跑替你张罗一切，是你的福气。最近还听说过这么一句话，”别人愿意来你的家是好事。”简单的一句，却包含深重的意义。别人愿意来你的家，代表别人喜欢亲近你，这也是福气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个注重感情和家庭关系的家庭办婚礼，会看到很多“好的attraction”随之而来。有很多好兄弟姐妹们愿意风尘仆仆来助阵搞气氛，在当天帮忙当司机、排糕点、拿鞋子... 在这一天，你完全可以知道你的attraction有多少，别人愿意为你付出多少。再加上女儿与父母拥抱拜别的时刻，在晚宴真诚感恩父母的新人，这些不经意流露的感情，有时候不仅感动结婚的人，也感动来作客的人。相反地，偶儿也会看到稍微冷清的场面，一些凑来的人，一些只是仪式性地与父母握手的动作，匆忙轮着敬酒的晚宴，令人感叹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人喜欢自己圆自己的婚事，不喜欢礼仪，也不喜欢人多的场面，不喜欢和别人做多一点感情交流，也不喜欢参加别人的婚礼。这反映的是一个individualism盛行的时代，他们只相信自己。和我们生长在不同年代的妈妈说，“他们都不觉得自己有需要别人的一天。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8290652686350044042?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3521969782399149038</id><published>2009-09-29T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:40:25.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>I'll Take It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;夕阳无限好，只是近黄昏。这句话，应该是夕阳无限好，幸好有黄昏。没有了黄昏，怎么能看到美好的夕阳？&lt;/span&gt;－陈怡安 《稳实安命》&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;一本充满哲学的书，在心中泛开一圈又一圈的涟漪，然后渐渐平静，然后变得安静，然后好像很美，然后有一种无源的喜悦。&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大把时间的好处，是你不得不对自己诚实，还有碰触到平常感受不到自己的那一面。所有的喜乐哀伤，自私大爱，优越卑劣，顺境逆厄，翻开了，并带着温和的心，一一收下了，因为你们都是我生命的一部分。&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8035118979179155146</id><published>2009-09-26T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:14:57.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>自恋</title><content type='html'>在这个价值混乱，外境瞬间替换的时代，很多人找不到自我，找不到所谓“自己”的定位。我是谁？我该做什么？这样做对吗？好吗？为了应对虚幻的外境，这些的问题似乎答案也永远改变，永远找不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这样的局势里，“自恋”-其实是一帖自保的良药。自恋，是对自己爱护有加，相信自己，它表面看起来多么地容易，但其背后隐藏的心境，却可能是有些其他人一辈子都无法栽培和孕育的。不管他在对这个世界未认识之前还是认识以后，都保持着一颗对自己爱恋得如如不动的功夫，谈何容易？但恰如其反的是，自恋的人通常不以为这有多困难，因此在我看来，自恋多半是与生俱来的，而这个与生俱来的恩赐，很可能使其一生扬帆顺畅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;使其一生扬帆顺畅的不是他不会历经大风大浪，而是他那内在的过滤制度，使那些在别人眼里，看似困难，看似挫折的东西，变得微小，或变成另一种意义。别忘了，自恋的，就是感觉自己很厉害，既然自己很厉害，就没有什么东西难得倒他。使其一生扬帆顺畅的是-凡事笑傲度过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自恋的人是single minded的。许多复杂的事情和过程会被他简化，因为他的目的只是要表现自己好的一面。他很有自己一套自我认同的内在架构，使其在漫长的岁月，也不必对社会庞大的制度系统交待。学校考试分数高不高，别人讲他这种族不厉害，都跟他没什么关系。他只要，觉得自己够好，就可以了。怎么能这样呢？他 就 是 可 以 这 样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从内心来看，自恋的人不懂得什么叫negative talk，从来不会和自己说自己的坏话。他只会懊恼上天怎么这么不公平，尽给了他过人的智慧兼独特的外表...这个保护层扩散至外的时候，它就能把外来抨击贬嘲笑的声音一并谢绝在外，只有好听赞美表扬的话，一一吸收，储存到自己的能量库里。他常记得的是，自己有什么优点，过去有什么成就。哪怕是20年前的事，只要娓娓道来，那面上的容光焕发和洋洋得意，绝不比当年逊色。越被赞扬，就越能做，越能做，就越被赞扬，这些能量就像滚雪球般的累积，使他感觉越来越好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个对自己感觉美好的人，自然信心十足。或许他太明白，因为太多人不够自信，因为太多人更愿意遵从，使其相对占据优势。他涉猎广泛，各个领域略知一二，但拥有举一反三的小聪明，于是逢人皆能侃侃而谈。甚至成为一个领域的佼佼者，只要下一番功夫便不是问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自恋，如果加上幽默-那是能量，加上快乐，这样的生命是多么地令人悸动。当现代人迷惑于尘世的各种悲哀而汲汲寻找生命真谛等之时，有些人靠这两种东西，走完了简单，但不容易的圆满人生。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8035118979179155146?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8035118979179155146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='音乐分享'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Song - I Wish You Love</title><content type='html'>Versions with different taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Ono&lt;br /&gt;first version that I've heard&lt;br /&gt;warm and blissful&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPVYqb7fPKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;that kind of vocal so rich that it stands out even with minimal instrument&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic, like the 50s 60s&lt;br /&gt;and your mind flows like the wind in the air&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzi6ED776Iw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;very feminine and lovely&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a film music capable of creating visuals in the mind&lt;br /&gt;so much pain and memory in the inner side of the heart&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nk5uf9hva6M&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;有些人可能天生观察入微擅于雕琢细节，有些人可能天生着重整体结构，能辽望大局。两者兼能者，才能真正地掌握全局。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5562887883142993428?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5562887883142993428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5562887883142993428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5562887883142993428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5562887883142993428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/09/sudokuspot-differencespot-difference.html' title='Spot the Difference'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3700697327421967685</id><published>2009-09-08T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:19:18.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='今日黄金书'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>Devil &amp; Angel</title><content type='html'>Do not allow devil to plant hatred in your heart, because he/she doesn't matter in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the angel's kind smile, as he/she is going to bright up your day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-7952603720299391872</id><published>2009-09-03T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:16:08.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='职场上的课堂'/><title type='text'>小人物 大人物</title><content type='html'>帮一间大公司弄corporate video，除了平常的工作烦碎的事情之外，好玩的是可以看这种公司，里面大大小小的人物如何在一起工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小人物，扭扭捏捏，明明毫无头绪，却硬要扮老大。所以，会讲那些很大气的话，不过多数是废话。大人物，惜字如金，外表看起来毫无“气派”，但开口句句是重点，我们说，这才是真正的老大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小人物，别人还未质问，自己已经在心里犹豫千百回，以致常常发生恼人的出尔反尔的事。大人物，你问他三次一摸一样的问题，你企图左右他，但他如如不动，稳如泰山，steady steady。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小人物，会要你做十件不能解决问题的事，累人累己，大人物，只做一件对的事-可以解决问题的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小人物，不懂扮懂，老在非自己知识专业领域范围内挑骨头，大人物，因为博学多闻所以明理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大人物，还有一种不令人注意的特质-聆听。因为他的静静聆听，你感受到他的能量，并且留意这个人的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SqHfQxCAF4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/GJF4F5g-y0M/s200/21447.poster.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377824909189715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SqHfQrCZIjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jLMZHN1dQ9Q/s1600-h/orphan-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SqHfQrCZIjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jLMZHN1dQ9Q/s200/orphan-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377824907580744242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总是这样后知后觉，同一天买了两场戏票，才发现正是报章上所说的极度相似的《杀人犯》和《orphan》。好吧，也真的挺难得的，就看一看同一块木料，不同的雕工师会有怎样不同的效果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前就有听说《杀人犯》将又会是郭富城另一巨作。看过他演的《父子》、《C+侦探》，所以对这部也有期待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但结果是，纵使对其故事一无所知，这部电影不仅没有惊喜，更令人失望极了。我们常说，没有镜头美学，就只好看演员演技；没有演员演技，就只好看故事剧情。这部戏，真的把我推向了最后一关，而且连这最后一关也几乎无法把关。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对一个惊悚片来说，镜头其实占据着极大的关键作用。但这部戏采用之镜头没有帮忙说故事之于，也缺乏韵律感，使之节奏严重拖慢。不管主角在探查，还是在展示恐怖画面，镜头皆平平无奇，毫无精彩度可言。好，再来看影帝和众演员的表现。由于其他的演员表现黯淡，相对地使郭富城在戏里看起来似乎有些过火，甚至有时候觉得他很可怜，因为别人不能给他戏，使他冲动疯巅起来显得尴尬。众演员同台对戏的时候，整个画面和感觉就是不协调。尤其是他老婆，孩子，三人在一起的时候，我就心想，他们是没人了，硬把三个没有什么“connection"感的人堆在一起。那翻版林志玲，每每表现感情戏的时候，都令人发笑。她的情绪演绎根本没有办法持久发酵，以致于我无法忍受给她哪怕多一个frame...（不要这样，人家也是新人，你也会有当新人的时候）。本来在剧情里如此扎重的一个角色，从不理解到最后的誓死相守到底，到为其牺牲，原本是很浪漫很感动的，可偏让她演得就像狠狠砍走了戏的一支臂那样，令人心酸。然后那个小孩，一开始就不明白为何找个完全没有童感的小孩...哦，原来为了剧情需要，但同样的，这小孩除了有老成的样子，也不怎么需要演了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摄影没了，戏也没了，就只好看它故事要讲什么。故事进展缺乏推动力，而且前半小时铺排的所谓“蛛丝马迹”，让人以为他是凶手的戏码，实在大费周章而与故事剧情的后半部已经毫不联系。小男孩忽然现身说法，把事情来龙去脉，非常连续剧似的配以画面讲故事，平铺直叙的揭开了所有的谜。基本上，观众根本不需要动脑筋，而这样子，其实是不好玩的。在所有主干都无法发挥作用的情况下，便试图寻找其他可圈的地方。但是，令人同样失望的是，音乐也显得虚弱无力，特别是在郭富城与另一探查员第一次回到现场的时候，他举头观望高楼，音乐在这部戏里，亦无法为“悬疑、惊悚”这方面添色。嗯，没什么可圈了，朋友开始给予如“这个海景很美侯？”这样的comment......散场后，其他观众议论纷纷，“这本来是个好题材...可是就...就...”不错，好题材啊，就像至上的面粉、鸡蛋、牛油等，混在一块儿，不小心做了个烂蛋糕，不好吃就是不好吃，吃不下就是吃不下，没人理你用多好的材料。最近听到一句话说得好，“成功的人有说话的权利，失败的人没有解释的余地”。（这句话，是讲给自己听的）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了，在带着满心受创伤的情况下，我们猜想，下一部“orphan”又会怎样呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恭喜，《杀人犯》里没有的，在这部影片里全都回来了。首先，它拥有了得天独厚的，历史渊源的好莱坞式的好剧本。Ｔｈｅｙ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｋｎｏｗ　ｈｏｗ　ｔｏ　ｇｅｔ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ａｕｄｉｅｎｃｅ．故事推陈循序渐进，节奏越走越快，到后半几乎没有喘气的机会，它的ｐｏｗｅｒ就是这样排山倒海的来，它不只让我失望，甚至让我觉得绝望，绝望的是，你觉得这家人难以逃出生天。小女孩的无辜童真与后来的残酷邪恶形成的对比十分强烈，层次分明，其说服力，让人不禁为这个年轻孩子在现实生活中的真正面貌感到担心和心寒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，你被吓，有时候，你被骗到。戏才开场不久，就来一个流产的视觉震撼。过不久，女主角在厕所里，镜头从背后前进的时候，你就知道，这个“惊悚桥段”下次还会被再用到。在这些小东西上，在你猜测，与导演给答案这样的循环之间，就这样产生了投入感。观众就喜欢这样，和戏里背后操作的导演较量，过招，你给我一点，我给你一点，这样才好玩。在一些小细节上，如孤儿院安静的楼上，忽然一群小孩高呼，和在草场里，残旧的铁链空镜等，都巧妙地成功营造出惊悚感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;母亲的角色十分讨好。作为一个母亲，为孩子紧张兮兮，以至遭人误会，十分合情合理，而值得同情。这也是为什么，但观众已经知道小女孩是坏人而戏里的角色还不自知的时候，我们替这家人担心、紧张。甚至到最后一分钟，从天花板跃下以挽救孩子的性命，这个角色是可以打动人心的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甚至是小女孩用以攻击他人的方式，不仅以生理暴力，还以心理暴力，从而展示精彩度。从头到尾不停杀人不会有什么好看。可是小女孩挖掘一个人的心理创伤，揭示一个普通妈妈的人性缺点，其效果绝不比她行凶时来得逊色。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦，我怎么可能忘了剪接与音乐的功劳呢？还记得那一幕心里医师一面平静描绘小女孩的性格，一边女孩失声狂喊，声效和画面上的对比剪接，造就了精彩的一幕。而低沉不抢镜的音乐，不时暗地里营造了那潜伏的意味。不只一次听人说过，最好的剪接、音乐，是不露痕迹，以致于你不懂去哪儿把它揪出来讨论。&lt;br 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will truly know what is the exact food that you really want, and you'll search it like a mad hunter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2152765791656774280?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2152765791656774280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2152765791656774280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2152765791656774280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2152765791656774280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-dont-know-what-to-eat.html' title='If you don&apos;t know what to eat'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3756875469935186478</id><published>2009-08-18T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:16:17.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>复杂/简单</title><content type='html'>复杂的东西，背后往往隐藏的，根本不是什么真相，恐怕只是一片乱象。像一个互相牵扯纠缠不清的线条网，聪明人总想动手拨弄尝试厘清，最后不小心落进了大网内，不得翻身也未必自知。所以选择简单，但是“也许简单，还是一样地难...” -卢广仲《寂寞考》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单，不见得就容易...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3756875469935186478?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3756875469935186478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3756875469935186478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3756875469935186478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3756875469935186478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_18.html' title='复杂/简单'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3626596138456431016</id><published>2009-08-18T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:16:56.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>电影人性</title><content type='html'>世界之大，无奇不有。而现今的电影，往往能把许多或许我们比较难接触到的各种世象栩栩如生地展现出来。战争、走私贩毒、黑帮社会、人口贩卖、政府官僚勾结、国与国之间的利益牵涉牵动数万人的命运等等，使我们面对恶势力面对死亡和痛苦不再陌生。看着上千万人在战场上厮杀阵亡，一具具的尸体，也不再唤起我们的怜悯之心。然后有人说，这些活生生的现实我们不得不承认，它的存在我们必须认同，然后，慢慢地，我们由认同不自觉地变成赞同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在侦探电影里，最戏剧化的梗，在于最后揭露你最相信的人，或许就是最大的坏蛋。他可能是力求打击罪犯的探员的上司，可能是你所崇敬的医生或老师，可能是你最好的朋友，可能是你最深爱的情人。你越是死都相信他是清白的人，他就越坏得难看，通过这种手法拨动你的神经线，刺激到你，这就有impact，就成功了。于是，久而久之，我们也学会了一开场，就在东猜西猜，总之主角身边的人不管三七二十一，逐一怀疑。然后，电影散了，回到真实的世界里时，我们理解了人性的丑相，对身边的人也开始抱着怀疑，又如何纯粹地相信善良、情义？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一个价值混乱的年代。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“失去的人性，还能不能再找回来？”-Human Trafficking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3626596138456431016?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3626596138456431016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3626596138456431016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3626596138456431016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3626596138456431016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='电影人性'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-2536071331294410712</id><published>2009-08-03T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:17:15.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='音乐分享'/><title type='text'>Something to look forward to</title><content type='html'>In the movie "The Taking of Pelham 123", the professional negotiator asked whether the criminals say what they are going to do if the ransom is not given within the time given, and Garber said yes, they are going to kill someone in the train. And the negotiator said that's good because that means the criminals are looking forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must have something to look forward to in order to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is coming to town this weekend. He has got a new camera and we'd looking forward to go on a photography trip. I still do not know where to go and haven't got any idea what should we shoot. Sunrise and sunset is a bit boring. Should we set a theme then? Like the newspaper always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B has returned from her studies in Taiwan and she's got me a new book. A book that I've read a little about it and I liked it instantly. It's about filming but it's not the "How to Make a Digital Film" stereotype kind, where they show you step-by-step from pre to post-production. The author look at the film industry in his very own unique way, which is more personalized and humanized, and I thought this is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, must watch the much anticipated "OVERHEARD" in the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sent me a song - "Falling slowly" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFB8f8bzbY). Amazing song with lyrics that touch your heart. I know you are there, and I've heard you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You'll make it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's time that you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon later I found out that it is the soundtrack of "ONCE", a film that I've missed. Now that I've listened to the song, it made me want to watch the film even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2536071331294410712?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2536071331294410712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2536071331294410712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2536071331294410712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2536071331294410712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Something to look forward to'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-7347290922555613093</id><published>2009-08-01T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:17:39.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>The Curious Incident of the Red Ant in July</title><content type='html'>It's been some time... that I do not know what's going on in my head, and what's going on with me. It's been some time, I feel like not talking to anyone. I thought people might not be listening after all. I read from the papers, there is a name for this condition -- xxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, when I was facing the computer screen, I had a strange feeling in my body. I felt like vomiting, as in literally, physically. And there are times where there is an urge to stay away from the computer. I didn't hate it, and the computer didn't irritate me, but my body seems to tell me that way. I talked to a friend who also uses the computer frequently, and she told me, there is a name for this condition too -- yyyy. Then, she advises me to keep away from the computer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take her advice. I took a week off from my work. I spent a day painting my room into airy blue. I had a thorough workout, even my palms and fingers ached after that, besides my whole body. But the feeling is way much better than facing the computer. I felt calmer and my mind became quieter, and now I love sleeping in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't work and didn't wish to talk or connect to the others, the simplest thing was to read or to watch a dvd movie. I preferred reading because it can wash away more of your time easily. I started to read Mitch Albom's "ONE MORE DAY". It was really an inspirational and moving story. What encourages me the most was that I manage to finish the book in a week. It's not great, but because I think I'd never read an English story book since "Jack and Jane" (ooh no, it's "Peter and Jane" and  think they have a dog called "Jack") in the primary school and maybe "Enid Blyton" in the secondary school (I've read some self-improvement/ inspirational English books though), this is something different to me. I've attempted a few times to read an English book but the stories were always not interesting enough to keep me reading. Therefore, I feel a little happy in my heart with this little achievement. Thus, I went on with the second book called "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Christopher Boone in the story. I like the way he would always say what he likes and what he doesn't like. I like the thought of how prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them. Many times, he also makes me laugh. Oopss.. Christopher doesn't like people laughing at him. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Christopher is a superbly logical person, he would calm himself by giving himself a mathematic problem and solving it. When your mind is occupied by something challenging, but not very complicated that you know you'll be able to handle it, you would feel a little more calmer. Thus maybe when you cannot sort things out, you would have to write it down. Or, keep reading and reading because reading keeps your mind occupied too. I figured that I am not a logical person, so this way may suit me well. This is also why mom would wonder why didn't I fall asleep when reading because she would, and I would wonder why she could keep herself awake and energetic with Sudoku. You might think it is stupid to have established a connection with a fake character in a book, but hey, people also like the fake Spiderman and children like the fake ugly purple cartoon character too (with a very uncute name called Teletoby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many good friends around me. They are really good ones, they are always optimistic and lively. Seeing them makes me smile. So I didn't like the idea of acting strangely or weirdly when I am with them, then I would have see them becoming upset too. I like seeing them happy. H called me the other day since two months ago. He has always called up to ask "how are you"... that is very warm, but still... I didn't want to talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why, maybe I was not talking to K face-to-face, but through the virtual space, so I blurted out to her... @#*&amp;(%@)! Because I couldn't see her emotion and reaction, I do not know whether is is right or wrong. But, some friends are truly understanding and forgiving, K is certainly one of them, and so she didn't made me feel that I was strange or weird. And I thanked her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no future plans at the moment because it is stupid to have fake pictures in your head about what has not happened (as Christopher said). It's like it could be a sunny day, a rainy day, or half sunny and half rainy day, or half sunny and half cloudy day, and the possibilities go endless so you would end up frustrating yourself. But I would read the following book, which is "Tuesdays with Morrie" and maybe I'll change my mind and write something else. Maybe I would be determined to be a lecturer after I read the book, or maybe, not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7347290922555613093?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7347290922555613093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7347290922555613093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7347290922555613093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7347290922555613093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious-incident-of-red-ant-in-july.html' title='The Curious Incident of the Red Ant in July'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1389026048822000457</id><published>2009-07-18T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:27:53.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='今日黄金书'/><title type='text'>A quote a day</title><content type='html'>Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1389026048822000457?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1389026048822000457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1389026048822000457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1389026048822000457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1389026048822000457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-day.html' title='A quote a day'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6273856967028404641</id><published>2009-07-16T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:19:18.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>普通人</title><content type='html'>我是一个普通人。最近很sick,很sick。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很down,很down... 纵使迫使自己多冷静，多看书，尝试保持正面心态，但是或许有些想不开的事情，只会憋在心头。像一个本来就浮在水面的浮标，越是努力按下去，越是失控地冲向水面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉自己别再抱怨，别再挂念不愉快的经验，可是，有的时候,我真的不想再在这个岗位多待哪怕那么一刻！我快疯了~！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有话说，问题不根决，心的问题不解决，走到哪里，就算10000公里远也是一样。心烦意躁的人，就算上山当了和尚，终究会还俗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不和别人接触的时候，独处的时候，都以为自己很能沉着。只要不动声色就对了，这样情绪就不会来。但是，一碰到别人的时候，才发现自己会发飚，会想发脾气，恨得真想骂人揍人,然后急得想哭...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是普通人，我会，我会心情不好...我很“咂”的..，每个人都需要发泄。只是，在这个钢骨水泥的死框框里，我该做什么呢？唯有，污染这个像是不属于任何人的空间...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6273856967028404641?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6273856967028404641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=6273856967028404641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6273856967028404641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6273856967028404641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title='普通人'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355286876148022578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天下来面对电脑面对工作，才发现其实生活没有音乐还真的挺“逼侧”的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚认识卢广仲的人，大概只记得他那疯癫的一句“对呀对呀”，印象中的他古古怪怪，不知所谓，更不会想去听他的歌。那天偶然听见他的“好想要挥霍”，忽然被击中了！那歌词，和他丰富多元的唱腔，深深地把我吸引住。过几天，看金曲奖时看他Live演唱，横扫两个奖项，又被陈奕迅钦点说“100种生活”这个专辑是他心目中今年最好的专辑。嗯，这神经大条的小伙子，还真有两下子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久没有购买中文专辑了。常常愿意掏腰包买英文专辑，因为觉得值得(你可以说我崇洋）。很少中文专辑会怂恿我买，而昨天刚刚买下了"100种生活”这个专辑。很简单的封套和设计，但是歌曲首首到味。很多的想法，很多的困惑，像一个平凡的年轻人，在歌曲中嘀咕牢骚着什么，所以他的词，不像一般的抒情歌。你可能很费力揣测，可能会增添自己的想象，可能会凭着自己的生活经验去诠释体会。有些轻摇滚，有些bossanova； 常常有一把吉他，却不只有吉他。那嗓子，清透得很容易就唱到你心里去。听到专辑末，我还意犹未尽，真想来多几首。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风格独特的他，或许在很快的将来，会让人有种说法，“这首歌，很卢广仲..."就像现在人们说杰伦的歌“周氏情歌”一样。常听流行音乐老师说，作为创作人，需要与众不同，需要鹤立鸡群，不可以再“周杰伦”再“五月天”再“伍佰”。首先必须跳脱现今的框框，然后再慢慢地与流行与普罗大中接轨，让大家接受喜欢。或许卢广仲就能做到这样。但是，和所有的“周杰伦”一样，风格独特的人，接下来要如何创新演进，这才是真正的难度啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5655406084216607773?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SlHNClMdPTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gyg8ff8yKus/s72-c/900000482513593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6202348415002309556</id><published>2009-07-04T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:08:00.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>《Departure》笑看生死</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/Sk9-VF2VpkI/AAAAAAAAANw/K_BV6QTsmXs/s1600-h/okuribitoposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" 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/&gt;整部戏的意境很像早几年前看过的日本戏“铁道员”，也是下着厚厚的雪，也是取景于一个荒僻的火车站，讲述一个老人家独自默默地守着那个和它有不解之缘的火车站。若干年后，或许详细故事已经不太记得了，但是画面和感觉却还是清楚的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再来就是“大提琴家”这个角色，也为影片增添了许多音乐色彩，大大提升了其唯美度。每当夜深人静，那厚浑的声质响起时，好像有说不尽的忧伤和委屈。这个编排不知是不是编剧的精心安排。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和其他慢节奏的日语片不太相同的是，这部影片同时也诙谐幽默，非常灵活。灵活在于其看待人生的角度，那么地轻松坦荡。我特别记得，主人翁开始接触尸体之后，看到死鸡都想作呕。到后来，他痛快地吃着炸鸡，似乎已经释怀，生与死不过如此，why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人的感动点、触动点都不尽相同。当主人翁在故事的前头就放弃了梦想的时候，他说或许梦想-不是-现实，当下我就被敲了一打下，感慨极了。后来，看到老阿婆工作到最后一分钟才倒下告别人世时，我又被触动了一下下。当主人翁替老阿婆戴上她心爱的围巾时，我也感动得自己后来觉得莫名其妙。而主人翁最后一幕替与他隔离好几十年的爸爸办丧礼的时候，他不动声色、不哽咽、脸部僵硬，眼泪却直掉，让人震撼。你曾经非常讨厌他，你曾经在无数个夜里猜测他离开的原因，你曾经发誓不愿意再见到他，你曾经多么怀念盼望和他嬉水的童年，现在，他在你面前，是一个死人。那种错综复杂的感觉，根本就不知道自己该有什么感觉。男主角的演绎，让我诠释如此，是他技太高超，还是我太感性？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;个人喜好啦，本人觉得《Departure》比《Dance Subaru》好看太多了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6202348415002309556?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;生活本来就没有什么。为了生存而工作、工作累了就要休息。休息完了，继续工作。说穿了挺无聊的，否则我们何必寻找那么多的意义来支撑它？只是，再多的意义，其实到头来，还是离不开这几个动作。:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s：哎呀，太早得意了！三八，竟然忘了还有东西还没做完！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3382309698873456012?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3382309698873456012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3382309698873456012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3382309698873456012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3382309698873456012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-9117545590852968293</id><published>2009-06-16T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:19:18.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我常常弄不见一样东西，没有它，日子不好过。我只是希望它像溜出去的狗，偶尔还会回来，但是偶尔还难免担心它会意外猝死在外。我有常常try to喂它，可是可能营养不够吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一次偶然的机遇下，（我从来不会执导自己的人生，它总是靠着一次又一次的偶然组合起来）我在转角处找到了更大的杯子，它可以装下好多的水，问题是，我不渴。我竟然没有为之高兴，或许我更担心自己捧不捧得起那个杯子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，后面滚来一个大桶，我就像游戏机里的主人公一样，管它什么方向，横竖往前跑就对了。你想怎样？往左跑又不是，往右跑又不要，但你总得跑啊？？！嗯，跑吧，孩子...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦，它好像还没回来呢...有人说掌掴自己有用哦，是咩？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-9117545590852968293?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;有时候，明天要拍什么，到前天半夜了，才开始找头绪。而且，我已不为此惊慌。在顶端的忙碌时刻，会放下工作，和同事唱一首生日歌替他人庆祝，嗯，我想，我已经重新诠释，工作其实并没有所谓的“非那时不可”，非做完不可，有时候being nice+一点人情味，会让你在职场上更为顺畅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近在不同的job之间游走，开始会有压力，怕自己胜任不来，但很快地便告诉自己，吊颈几天就会好了。把眼光放在后几天，心情就会变成船到桥头自然直了。提醒自己，不是世界末日，没有什么大不了、到不了的。果真，事实没有我想象得遭，还有时间吃饭、睡觉、还能看看朋友的部落格，写下自己的心情变换。我的想象世界总是比现实来得认真，现实中的人们，其实没那么认真。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很高兴终于学会了flexibility这个智慧。同时，依旧力求完整交货，只是不再为他人的拖延、临时改变而感到烦厌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，我的目标很简单-工作做完。再多的埋怨、再多的申诉，其实无法改变外在客观的因素，更无法帮助自己解决问题，更快完成。当向上层解释我的难题是因为某人无法给我所需要的东西时而我无法完成，我纯粹是在告诉她这个因果关系，这个fact，并不需要去complain他。有就可以做，没有就不可以做，这是一个规律嘛。或许像某人所说的，看透了一些事情以后，心情变得平静多了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5253956893610343984?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5253956893610343984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;死了都要卖，是第一部在还未入场之前，只听见赞而无弹的本地非马来主流的电影。很多人也凭着要看它到底有没有说得那么好，而进去看，然后五体投地地承认了它无懈可击。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;那天，和一群从事媒体广播工作的朋友去看了。一开场已经被他那极度嘲讽独立电影的手法给逗得掩嘴偷笑。那个长到半死又难念的外国影展名字，那一幕“超级&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;画质”的“你吃饱了没”的片段等等，许多我们极度熟悉的片段一再上演，让你拍手笑骂他，抵死地好笑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;有时候，笑不出来；有时候偷偷在心里笑；有时候哇哈哈狂笑得吓死前面的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;这或许就是影评们剖析的，它电影里所包含的各式各类的幽默手法，包括像周星驰那样的无厘头“追逐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salesman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;”情节。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;一些笑点对从事媒体广播的朋友会比较有共鸣，比如那个要换掉线条t-shirt的男孩，还有那个会回去站位的阿姨，“roll-gan”（广东话：roll着）等等，看到这些片段的时候，我们总是笑了又不好意思，因为怕吵到前面静静的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;曾经以为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liew Seng Tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;会是像这样的幽默先驱，为马来西亚电影铺上另一番景色，谁知却被&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeo Joon Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;捷足先登，而且更胜一筹。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;含着泪抱着希望向前走的结局总是令人特别动容，反之，喜剧底下的悲哀也让人感受特别深刻。电影里每一小情节似乎都有哭诉，也反映着许多小市民生活中的不耐烦。半路被人打抢，电话中的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;customer service officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;总要问你一堆问题而不解决你的问题，甚至连卖五金的小妞也要欺负你。谁说要强调生活不如意非得要拍一个人消极地抽烟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;分钟？看这部片子，除了大笑之外，又同时间让我也感受到对这些现实的厌恶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;让我钦佩的是导演多才多艺，一手包办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;produce, write, direct, edit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;甚至&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;，而且面面俱到，丝毫不像是那种特意展现自己“超凡”风格的一人秀做法。他的创意令人鼓舞，在电影里敢玩很多不一样的东西。他也让我安慰，应该也让许多马来西亚人安慰，因为我们久等的“马来西亚梁智强”诞生了，而他，不仅仅是哗众取宠的梁智强，他有太多的话想在片子里表达出来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;说“死了都要卖”无懈可击，是因为像这样普及化、菲马来主流（很多人因此认为它是独立电影）并加上音乐舞台剧的元素的电影，在本地实属难得。Production crew very minimal, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;production quality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;一等一，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;做得细致漂亮（有广告背景的导演都有这种“眼睛”）。也有人说导演把该做的事都做了，在下一步片子要再进一步是一大难事，又好像容易满足了些。个人浅见，故事结构略显松散，让人进入了故事又跳出来。男主角虽然帅，但其需求不够凸显，演技还有很大的进步空间。其他的配角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;老板、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;可以看，但不够到味。故事中的有些小情节如老板去买床单到追逐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salesman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;，显得唐突而无关紧要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;整体上，是一个令人满意的观影经验。不看那一些小瑕疵，相信它会有一群拥护者。希望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeo Joon Han &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:85%;"&gt;也不仅是这样而已。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2432856072110664545?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2432856072110664545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2432856072110664545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2432856072110664545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>终于在上个星期，熬过了最难过的4月份。新秀大赛的4场选拔赛加翻身赛在一周内轮完后，我终于可以透口气了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;连续几天3点多睡，6点醒之后，难得有一天可以2点就回家睡到9点的时候，心里存的是无限的感恩啊！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;做真人秀的好玩之处，是可以观察人性。做了好几年这些比赛秀，我经常反复思考，而不能理解这些来参赛的年轻人。反之，我也常同情他们，因为他们总是凭着爱唱歌，而来参加比赛，但是他们绝无法想像，在电视比赛并不只是让你唱歌这么一回事，受训练又会有多苦多压力，和战友们一边比赛角逐并渐渐分离又该需要有多少的智慧和EQ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;令人玩味的是，正因为它如此复杂，往往只有最直耿的人，最没有企图心的人，才能熬到最后。第一次来的人，多数会culture shock, 以为进入训练营很好玩，没想到天天排到满的行程，最后可能让你疲惫得，失去了唱歌所需要的感情敏锐度，甚至觉得唱歌已经不是一件快乐的事。恩，所以，毕竟兴趣和义务、责任是两码子的事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;再来，就是淘汰后的群体哭泣。有时候，我已经不只道为什么这么多人在哭，甚至两个入围的人相拥而哭，我想，这已是一种羊群效应，一有人开始飚泪，就难避免演变成一场传染病。但，今年也不难发现，终于有几个比较聪颖的人，已经一早了透比赛本就有输赢，被淘汰了又不是没有朋友做，其实没什么值得哭得那么凄惨的。这些人令我钦佩的是，他们得抵得住自己的内心波动，而当一个替人递纸巾的旁人，当一个严厉的朋友斥骂你要快速收拾心情面对来临的赛圈。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;唯有，还能不把比赛看成比赛的人，才能有足够的心理支撑，走到最后。他没有想别的，还是和当初一样，喜欢唱歌喜欢表演，每一次上到台上，想的只有这些－唱歌、跳舞、表演。你要把压力混进来，要把别人的难过也带来一起难过，要想说为什么进的是我不是他，要害怕自己会进入pk圈，要沮丧自己生病不舒服唱不好歌...... 你的表演会变成一滩污浊的水，又怎么能让人静心穿透你的音乐世界呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-4192866753293695760?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4192866753293695760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=4192866753293695760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4192866753293695760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;才发现，美的日出日落，其实不用到海边才能看到，而且抬头观望，天天还能看到不一样的各种天空变化，十分有趣。早晨的天空白云延绵，火红的太阳倒映在湖上，清晨时靠近地平线从树的背后发射出微弱的光环，还有光线透过窗口照射在房里的线条......忽然好奇，为什么光线能给人们那么多的感觉，以至于在有漂亮的灯光之下的景物，有暗有亮，有光有影，被摄取进镜头才会显得柔和动人......或许，这就是所谓的大自然能给人很多说不出的快乐和安详吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始习惯常常看天空。就算看了那么多次，有时还是会惊叹，它如此美丽！我想起看过的一篇报导，说曾经有一位旅人在路上遇见一个日本背包客，问他为什么要去西班牙。日本人说，他想去看那里的日落。可不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB517R5BEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rMix5lCWar8/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB517R5BEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rMix5lCWar8/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892326532056130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB51qwVGwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KbbqXxmQDow/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB51DX15XI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x-2GPNJmSa0/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB51DX15XI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x-2GPNJmSa0/s320/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892311524631922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfUgOK_PFHI/AAAAAAAAANI/tanNCMk7-4g/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201161902691442" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfUgmcnYD3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/iD-yRwlPyys/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201578951315314" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;拍这张的时候，我觉得它像加减乘除的“除以”符号，可是比我更充满想像力的妹妹却看到了像一颗星的倒影在湖上。&lt;/span&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/8194197266777852310-4426807009163512632?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4426807009163512632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=4426807009163512632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4426807009163512632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4426807009163512632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_23.html' title='看天空'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SfB517R5BEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rMix5lCWar8/s72-c/DSC00255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-483228500187921970</id><published>2009-04-16T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:22:12.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>过去一年的奖学金申请记</title><content type='html'>辗转了一年多的申请升学奖学金事业（它是一个我发展了一年多的事业，只是有没有赚还不知道），不能说毫无所得。在不断地改进personal statement和升学计划、毕业后计划还有interview经验等等，其实是一个让自己不断反思的一个过程，从中你更了解你自己。从前读到这句话，没能体会，如今经历了，终于从自己的口中感同身受的说出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失败了又重来，改过了再申请，漫长的等待，无情地遭拒绝，这一波又一波，考验的是一个人的恒心和毅力。还有最重要的是，那一份心意。没那么想要的东西，你不会坚持到底；反之，反复想要的，里面一定有什么你真的很想要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来在这件事情上，我还是冲动的、固执的，甚至是任性的。再去升学，有些说我是为了去享受，还是逃避这里苦闷的日子，或是为了去寻找些什么，还是为了给自己一个堂皇的硕士衔头，基于这些看起来似乎不切实际还是幼稚的理由，我都不再去斟酌了。其实，喜欢一样东西，很想要一样东西，可以为之说出很美丽的理由，也可以讲出一些很烂的藉口，重点都不在这里了，因为当你能够一再地坚持着某些东西，已经足以证明你的心意了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，想到重复地写作、找推荐人签名、寄信、等待、interview、等成绩出炉，会很累，也会很不愿意。但是，起头开了，真的不想放弃。有时，我还真的会固执一些很无聊的事情。现在纯粹只是不想枉费过去一年的努力，希望有一天拿到奖学金时，我才能告诉自己，你终于学会了怎么样成功地申请奖学金。很无聊吧...哈哈哈...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-483228500187921970?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/483228500187921970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=483228500187921970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/483228500187921970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/483228500187921970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_16.html' title='过去一年的奖学金申请记'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6098005609502014472</id><published>2009-04-13T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:23:51.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>一则故事</title><content type='html'>从前有两个农夫，他们俩耕着同一片田。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们的收成差强人意，但是日子还过得去。农夫甲十分满足，天天有饭开，知足常乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;农夫乙则不以为然，他常在想，收成总是刚刚好，难道这就是最好的吗？别人是不是有更好的方法，让收成可以翻倍地多呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是农夫乙决定离开家乡，去寻找更好的方法。农夫甲对他说：“我还是留在这里好了。在这里继续耕田，虽然还是得亲自下田，把脚浸在泥堆里，但是这里我最熟悉了，只要照常耕作，还是会有所收获。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;农夫乙走访他乡。他在Ａ地学会了另一种新种子的耕种法。但是他认为那里的土壤还可以被改良。所以他又到了Ｂ地，用了三年时间学会把土壤改良。在Ｂ地，他依然觉得不够完美，认为这里的耕作运程管理是最大的败笔。因此又到了Ｃ地，看看别人怎么管理有效。农夫乙是个积极求进步的人，他常常相信，总会有更好的。在这样的心理推崇下，农夫乙花了十几年的时间，走访各地，学习新知识，新做法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，他忽然想起家乡的农夫甲，决定回去看看那里怎么样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;农夫甲已经不再亲自下田，手下还有十几二十人替他耕种。他住的房子已经多修建了几楼，一家人和睦融融。农夫乙向他询问，如何发展至此？农夫甲淡淡地说：“没什么，这里我最熟悉了，做错了的方法，知道了马上也能按着情况改。天天改善，日子久了，收成变得更好了，一个人做不来就请人来帮忙。慢慢地，自然学会做了。我也不知道怎么会这样。”农夫甲耸耸肩地傻笑。农夫乙若有所思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;农夫甲如今所拥有的一切，他都没有。而在那些走访过的地方所学习到的，农夫乙得到了一个结论。有些地方也许拥有最好的天气，有些地方也许拥有最好的土壤，有些地方也许拥有最好的种子，有些地方也许拥有最好的管理，但这些最好的东西，却不能完全地把它们带回来家乡。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6098005609502014472?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6098005609502014472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=6098005609502014472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6098005609502014472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6098005609502014472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_13.html' title='一则故事'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-2113548144997209245</id><published>2009-04-09T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:28:37.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>感慨</title><content type='html'>当你花了更多的时间和精神，却得不到满足的时候，那是什么样的一种滋味？是大环境所致，是这里人的关系？做创意的，有什么比固步自封、闭门造车更可悲？很多人像我一样，其实我们不想放弃，于是一次又一次地革命，一次又一次地被打回原地，然后重复做着这几年来你已经会做的事......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了没有成就感，更充斥着一种毫无意义的无聊(我知道，无意义就是无聊，无聊就是无意义，所以无意义的无聊，可想而知...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是藉口，也许也是最真实的理由。我想要去寻找答案。所以，我明白，寻找它地去闯梦，是我寻求突破和改变的方式。若是有一天发现地球其他的地方也是一样的，我才会明白错的可能是我的心态，或者，我的心已不在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在未往前踏一步之前，我不想擅自作结论。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2113548144997209245?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2113548144997209245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2113548144997209245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2113548144997209245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2113548144997209245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_09.html' title='感慨'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1085511384522581353</id><published>2009-04-06T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:28:37.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>选择</title><content type='html'>又来到了十字路口，选择方向的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冲动一半，冷淡一半。其实人很多时候在衡量各个选择时，根本无法符合理性，更多的是游走于感觉之间。于是，朋友家人给的意见会在聆听的时候被取舍，取那些倾向自己意愿的，舍那些远离自己意愿的，并且会多番回馈自己的意见给他们，直到他们支持你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上一次做一个major decision的时候，有个懂得NLP的朋友让我认识了自己。社会推崇理性，父亲常说“人有的时候，不能只做喜欢的事，人生有很多时候要做应该要做的事..." ，相近的男性朋友会和我谈理由逻辑，若非A便B，黑白分明。不知不觉便让我认为理性才是对的。但经过那次的经验，我知道其实主宰我的决定的，根本是心里那股强烈的欲望，从嘴里说出来的那些看起来堂而皇之符合逻辑的理由只是为了支撑自己的意念。更庆幸的是，他让我明白其实感性没有不对，也合乎情理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做出决定的当儿，我常常拿不定主意。三拖四拖，到了最后一分钟，不能再被允许的情况下，只好随着心愿作出决定。这一次，我会往哪儿走呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1085511384522581353?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1085511384522581353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1085511384522581353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1085511384522581353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1085511384522581353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_06.html' title='选择'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-970506093007595687</id><published>2009-04-04T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:30:44.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='今日黄金书'/><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>The day, when I realise I am very lucky, but luck does not always escort me to the destination where I wanted it to be. And the only thing I can do, is keep doing, keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-970506093007595687?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/970506093007595687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=970506093007595687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/970506093007595687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/970506093007595687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8776716373160221399</id><published>2009-04-02T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:32:32.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='职场上的课堂'/><title type='text'>不再“斗鸡眼”</title><content type='html'>人是这样的。&lt;br /&gt;一开始你厌恶之极，恨之入骨，你发誓你再也不要遇到这样的状况。&lt;br /&gt;然后过了一些时间，你向人家埋怨，你到处向人诉苦，夜里你还在嘀咕着这个讨厌的状况。&lt;br /&gt;然后过了一些时间，你带着平静的心情，告诉自己要微笑，祈祷自己不要再遇到这个衰事。怎知，它又让你遇到了！沮丧…… 又遇到了！发脾气……又遇到了！气馁……又遇到了！真累……&lt;br /&gt;然后过了一些时间，你又再见到它了，摇摇头自叹自己倒霉就是了。&lt;br /&gt;然后过了一些时间，你又遇到它，此时它就像气球一样，轻轻地飘过了身边，你再也不想去抓住那带玻璃碎片的绳子，刮伤自己的手，还往心上插一刀。&lt;br /&gt;后来，你再也不会反抗，它就像偶尔会下雨一样，那么自然而无须伤神。你或许已经，接受它。&lt;br /&gt;人就是这样，可能不懂得原谅，但其实挺善忘。所以，说过的事可以算，梦想可以忘，伤痛可以散，仇恨可以放。时间也许是最大的敌人，也是最好的朋友。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8776716373160221399?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8776716373160221399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8776716373160221399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8776716373160221399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8776716373160221399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='不再“斗鸡眼”'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3047476171789631020</id><published>2009-03-30T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:28:37.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人生风景'/><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>还记得那年连爱情是什么都不懂的时候，爱一个人会照着感觉走，喜欢就跟他说，想见他就跑去见他，开心的时候便一直跟他聊天，伤心的时候便抱着他哭。纯粹，让爱情那么灿烂。多年以后，某种感觉在心里，在回忆里还是那么地真实。只因为，当时不懂得考量其他与爱情无关的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经历了很多段感情之后，我们会来到一个境界。经验的累积，让我们明白，爱情会因为感觉来而产生，却会因为其他种种与爱情无关的因素，导致沦亡。家庭关系、事业拼搏、个人性格、沟通问题…… 因此，下次爱情来了，还会去思考其他种种的问题。一轮又一轮的感性和理性的交错战，使爱情再也无法恢复纯真的面貌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;付出得太多，就怕自己或对方受伤害。结果心里很爱，却因为怕对方知道而不敢表现太多。结果对方走了，又后悔自己没好好珍惜。下一次，会更怕自己做错，所以愈表现得战战兢兢。总在给和拿的尺度，拿捏得方寸大乱，常常错了又错，伤了更伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱不爱他？这个问题，随着年龄的增长，会越来越难回答。因为渐渐领悟，爱，伴随着照顾的责任、一起走下去的决心，这些是时间给予的考验。在不清楚自己是否真能做得到的情况下，爱，很难说出口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱，带给我们惊喜、成长、疲累、重生……有人说，这是生活的调剂品。爱情里的体验的确是独特的，如果没有它，个中的心情起落，也不会那么精彩。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3047476171789631020?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3047476171789631020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3047476171789631020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3047476171789631020'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天，心里很闷很闷。好像很多不爽，又不太说得上来不爽什么。这个时刻很想呐喊，很想发泄。也许，我总在不同的工作中想要磨出一个方式一套道理，可是找了近乎一年，却找不出来。What is left.. is just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONFUCIOUS&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前喜欢找人聊天，现在有时懒惰，变成了宅女。不让自己陷入一堆复杂的思考力，就是感觉人空空的。没有什么乐趣...okok..有点sot sot di 了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-4623638810190525531?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4623638810190525531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=4623638810190525531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4623638810190525531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/4623638810190525531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_27.html' title='发闷骚'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-7771298608196257091</id><published>2009-03-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:11:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song composed - 心里的你</title><content type='html'>Verse1:&lt;br /&gt;时间流走着&lt;br /&gt;日子还是过了&lt;br /&gt;像其他的人&lt;br /&gt;身边有个人陪伴着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常对她笑&lt;br /&gt;却不知道为什么&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你&lt;br /&gt;怎么还会有寂寞呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;曾经爱着你 &lt;br /&gt;才知道永恒多么美丽&lt;br /&gt;所有你给的&lt;br /&gt;还那么真实地温暖着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;我走进心里&lt;br /&gt;和你就这么靠近&lt;br /&gt;轻声地说爱&lt;br /&gt;害怕自己也听得见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我走进心里&lt;br /&gt;触摸你的手心&lt;br /&gt;才发现手里&lt;br /&gt;牵着的那个不是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;要我改变什么&lt;br /&gt;我都可以附和&lt;br /&gt;而你教的习惯&lt;br /&gt;却固执地保存着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总在奔跑着&lt;br /&gt;一刻也不敢歇着&lt;br /&gt;你却像星辰&lt;br /&gt;在夜里特别深刻&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7771298608196257091?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7771298608196257091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7771298608196257091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7771298608196257091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7771298608196257091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-song-composed.html' title='New Song composed - 心里的你'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8701911485782665842</id><published>2009-03-25T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:56:09.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='职场上的课堂'/><title type='text'>心境的移迁</title><content type='html'>常常在工作的时候会遇到新报到的大众传播trainee。他们总是有着一双灵动的眼睛，浑身血气方刚，精神奕奕，对什么事情都充满好奇和激情。他们会告诉你，随着大队熬夜拍摄是多么好玩的东西！拍广告、拍节目、拍电影，这个五花八门的行业总让人觉得有无限的乐趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾几何时，我们也像他们那样，初初入行的时候，动力十足，对设计对工作有着不断进步的追求。工作到日夜颠倒，废寝忘食，依然乐此不疲。纵使得不到父母的认同，纵使父母唠唠叨叨怎么没有加班费，还自得其乐，毫无追悔。那种和大伙儿拼共患难的感觉，如今还依稀犹存。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到那一天，你看清了其实再怎么好也会被人要求改的时候，你学会善待自己，凡是不需要去到那么地尽。直到那一天，你对重复的工作岗位繁复的工作程序再没了什么新的追求，身体依旧那么操劳地工作时，疲累的感觉慢慢地接踵而来。直到那一天，你在剪接室里窝在背子里，还睁着发红的眼睛看着荧幕等东西render的时候，你心里开始臭骂电脑老板公司还有client。直到你在凌晨四点钟，还一个女孩子驾车到市区里送货的时候，你感到冷风的凛冽。直到有一天，你问自己，“为什么要那么累“？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在媒体业工作了三年有余。如今我已不再过着attach to a company然后日夜为国为民效劳地日子。那天拍摄连续工作3天，已经搞得我头痛伤风感冒一起来，辛苦得很。我知道我已经老了，也再也不会随便答应一家公司签订“willing to work for extra hours, and on weekends and public holiday" or "willing to work whenever service is needed"。你说，倒数活动可能需要电视电台媒体，紧急突发事件需要新闻媒体，这无可否认。可只是不明白，为什么平日不那么重要的project也必须应付client无理的要求。为什么媒体工作人员的加班就不是其他人的加班。为什么，我们就是不值得人家那么一点的尊重。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8701911485782665842?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8701911485782665842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8701911485782665842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8701911485782665842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8701911485782665842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_25.html' title='心境的移迁'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8386197074145819586</id><published>2009-03-20T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:35:30.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='音乐分享'/><title type='text'>Long lost Korean songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/ScMa327P-NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HNmfqqib-yI/s1600-h/hanbook2027298570222987vb4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/ScMa327P-NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HNmfqqib-yI/s320/hanbook2027298570222987vb4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315121532166469842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Korean songs because they have deep emotions that songs from other languages don't have. The singer simply immerse in her vocal story telling world. Even there is no interaction between her and the audiences, they are so moved and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Eun Mi - I Had a Lover (from her 6th album, Lee Eun Mi Vol.6 - Ma Non Tanto)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8UepmkKg3I&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아직도 넌 혼잔거니&lt;br /&gt;ajikdo neon honjangeoni&lt;br /&gt;You ask me, ‘are you still alone?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;물어보네요 난 그저 웃어요&lt;br /&gt;mureoboneyo nan geujeo useoyo&lt;br /&gt;And I just laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑하고 있죠 사랑하는 사람 있어요&lt;br /&gt;saranghago itjyo saranghaneun saram isseoyo&lt;br /&gt;I am loving someone, I have someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그대는 내가 안쓰러운 건가봐&lt;br /&gt;geudaeneun naega ansseureoun geongabwa&lt;br /&gt;You seem to worry about me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;좋은 사람있다며 한번&lt;br /&gt;joheun saramitdamyeo hanbeon&lt;br /&gt;Telling me there is someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;만나보라 말하죠&lt;br /&gt;mannabora malhajyo&lt;br /&gt;that you would like me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그댄 모르죠 내게도&lt;br /&gt;geudaen moreujyo naegedo&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;멋진 애인이 있다는 걸&lt;br /&gt;meotjin aeini itdaneun geol&lt;br /&gt;I do also have a great lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너무 소중해 꼭 숨겨두었죠&lt;br /&gt;neomu sojunghae kkok sumgyeodueotjyo&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I cherish so much that I had to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그 사람 나만 볼 수 있어요&lt;br /&gt;geu saram naman bol su isseoyo&lt;br /&gt;That someone, only I can see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내 눈에만 보여요&lt;br /&gt;nae nuneman boyeoyo&lt;br /&gt;He is only visible to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내 입술에 영원히 담아둘거야&lt;br /&gt;nae ipsure yeongwonhi damadulgeoya&lt;br /&gt;I Will keep him locked in my lips forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;가끔씩 차오르는 눈물만 알고 있죠&lt;br /&gt;gakkeumssik chaoreuneun nunmulman algo itjyo&lt;br /&gt;Only the tears that fill my eyes know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그 사람 그대라는 걸&lt;br /&gt;geu saram geudaeraneun geol&lt;br /&gt;That person is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나는 그 사람 갖고 싶지 않아요&lt;br /&gt;naneun geu saram gatgo sipji anhayo&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to have him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;욕심내지 않아요&lt;br /&gt;yoksimnaeji anhayo&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be greedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그냥 사랑하고 싶어요&lt;br /&gt;geunyang saranghago sipeoyo&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그댄 모르죠 내게도&lt;br /&gt;geudaen moreujyo naegedo&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;멋진 애인이 있다는걸&lt;br /&gt;meotjin aeini itdaneungeol&lt;br /&gt;I do also have a great lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너무 소중해 꼭 숨겨두었죠&lt;br /&gt;neomu sojunghae kkok sumgyeodueotjyo&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I cherish so much that I had to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그 사람 나만 볼 수 있어요&lt;br /&gt;geu saram naman bol su isseoyo&lt;br /&gt;That someone, only I can see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내 눈에만 보여요&lt;br /&gt;nae nuneman boyeoyo&lt;br /&gt;He is only visible to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내 입술에 영원히 담아둘거야&lt;br /&gt;nae ipsure yeongwonhi damadulgeoya&lt;br /&gt;I Will keep him locked in my lips forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;가끔씩 차오르는 눈물만 알고 있죠&lt;br /&gt;gakkeumssik chaoreuneun nunmulman algo itjyo&lt;br /&gt;Only the tears that fill my eyes know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그 사람 그대라는걸&lt;br /&gt;geu saram geudaeraneungeol&lt;br /&gt;That person is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;알겠죠 나 혼자 아닌걸요&lt;br /&gt;algetjyo na honja aningeollyo&lt;br /&gt;Can you see I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;안쓰러워 말아요&lt;br /&gt;ansseureowo marayo&lt;br /&gt;So don’t worry about me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;언젠간 그 사람 소개할께요&lt;br /&gt;eonjengan geu saram sogaehalkkeyo&lt;br /&gt;I’ll introduce him to you someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이렇게 차오르는 눈물이 말하나요&lt;br /&gt;ireoke chaoreuneun nunmuri malhanayo&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my tears filled up in my eyes say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그 사람 그대라는 걸&lt;br /&gt;geu saram geudaeraneun geor&lt;br /&gt;That person is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;除了吃饭，冲凉和坚持要看的一个小时香港连续集，这几天其余的时间脸都在电脑面前，手都在键盘滑鼠那儿活动。直到半夜，倒在床上时，慢慢地进入半睡眠状态，我开始有个奇怪的visual。感觉身体那么地僵硬，肌肤那么地紧贴着床，似乎细胞都发出一丝丝的线条，穿透过床里头，下面就好像有个很强的力量紧紧抓住这些线条，以至于我动也不能动。这就是疲累的身体无力得真的真的再也不想动。比起前几天工作压力总让我翻来覆去睡不着觉时，这时候是多么地容易入睡！太喜欢这种感觉了…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7053697195051832893?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7053697195051832893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7053697195051832893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7053697195051832893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7053697195051832893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_15.html' title='工作后的睡眠'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8342029591621796755</id><published>2009-03-11T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:13:59.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不祥日</title><content type='html'>今天在路上开车，看到两个巨型的动物尸体，一只不错大的石子“啪”的一生巨响打在我的车镜面上，最后还有一辆大车高速从左边割过来，距离我车身那么一寸而已....驾车是多么stressed的事情！今天，真是个不祥日。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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My music is from Heaven; it goes through my body and out my fingers when I compose. The songs I write are not my songs, they are music for everyone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不喜欢演奏前段的画面播放，而没能看到音乐家们的演出。那和听cd没什么分别。到后段，我慢慢地进入了他的音乐世界，那么地广阔，那么地无限。大量的ambience sound仿佛带我进入了一个不同的世界，暂且忘了世俗的烦恼。看音乐家们热诚、认真地配合演出，才是看音乐会的最大享受。聆听着旋律，身子轻轻摆动，就是这样感受到音乐莫大的感染力的时候，I am deeply moved。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢The Light of the Spirit作为ending。:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8587776190173377037?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8587776190173377037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8587776190173377037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8587776190173377037'/><link 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/&gt;有些人会想到借给对方之后对自己会带来什么不便？万一对方借了迟迟不还，怎么办？到时候，我要用了拿不回那会很生气...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，有人向我借东西，我观察得到，我属于后者。在踌躇着犹豫不定的当儿，我还硬塞了一堆有的没的问题，确定以下我的东西是否是他真要找的东西。最后，我骂自己，那么小的东西，你借下人家不会死的。后来，我还是借了。带着一点不安定的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来我和妹聊起，我们城市人就是这样，常常不懂为他人着想，凡事以自己为先，也很怕别人麻烦自己，对人家好就觉得让人占便宜。比起一些来自小地方的朋友，他们常能为他人着想，宽厚的度量让他们纵使麻烦了自己，也觉得没什么关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是生长环境让我们养成了时时刻刻保护自己的习惯。但是，庆幸我们有好的朋友对自己好，让你明白其实你也一样可以对别人好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;李嘉诚说过，建立人脉网络的时候，第一个想的不是那个人能不能给你利益而决定是否和他交往，而是多注意他人需要什么，然后你能够帮他什么。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8209333025392743586?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8209333025392743586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;可能驾车转弯的时候，被一个闯红灯的车子快速撞毁，本来生龙活虎的身躯刹那间变成血肉团一个，忽然一天就这样死掉了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;可能在上班的某一天，被抢匪持刀刺杀，忽然一天就这样死掉了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;死亡来的时候，从来没有人甚至神会向你解释理由。朋友的妈妈过世前说：“我一向来都有保健，早睡早起，为什么这种事会发生在我身上？”多少患癌症的人，尤其是年纪较小的人，会不甘于命运的玩弄。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;然而，有谁能和死亡对抗？有生便有死，无常也。人，总是在死亡当前，才发现自己的渺小和脆弱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;最近我有所新的体悟。在我们追梦的过程中，不管有在追，没有在追，有时懒惰，有时发呆，有时犹豫太多，有时烦恼选择太多，有时责怪自己没有尽力，有时怀疑自己要的是什么的时候，其实，当这些占据你大部分的生活的时候，你并没有好好的活着。总是花时间在那虚无缥缈的未来，却空浪费了当下的最好时光。如今我想过的生活是，不管在哪一个阶段，都要去享受、要去自信地担当起来，如果“现在”的每一刻，你也不喜欢的话，那么追求那么多美好的梦想，岂不只是让你失去许多快乐的人生？如果是这样的话，那个美好的未来又有什么值得追求呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1756882327718491686?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5082330682132209895</id><published>2009-03-02T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>新香港情怀</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/Sau0KwXGeaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GiG-AuVv9qQ/s1600-h/HK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/Sau0KwXGeaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GiG-AuVv9qQ/s320/HK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308534682659748258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;那天出席了香港电影节在midvalley的电影节记者会和分享会，看了《十分钟情》这部戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这部戏分别由9个新晋导演执导9部10分钟的短片，光是从架构上来看，你可能以为是一部不太商业的电影。但是，香港电影的水准，无论是画质上、故事叙述、流畅度上都一个最起码的下限。而且，这些短片都有一个共同的主题，讲关于情，香港人的情，主要是反映香港回归后这十年的故事。借助这样的短片合并的模式，可以看到香港各个导演的迥异风格和创意，也让我们看到香港除了警匪、古惑仔、无间道、功夫、无厘头搞笑之外另外比较平实的一面。同时，一位正研读香港后殖民地电影的学生也精明地看出来，并一语道出其短片的排列顺序其实暗喻着一家人无论经历多少风浪，最后会不计前嫌的重新团聚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一部掀开序幕的《旧山顶道》就开始揪住我的注意力。一个简单的房子场景，两个即将离婚的夫妻在面对售卖曾经一起居住的屋子之时，发现彼此不能失去。影帝谢君豪以及田蕊妮的演出，叫人拍岸叫绝。尤其最后两人想和解的时候，电话两头充满着停顿、沉默，这就是音乐里休止符的美妙！忽然让我觉得，一个低成本的片子，就是要这样用有限的场景，摄影还好而已也不要紧，就是不能缺乏好的演员。短短的十分钟，能够把一个message说得好，就已经成功了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他出色之作还有如《仍然有梦》，讲述人类因为有希望而活着，配合这个主题，导演采用了一个梦境般式不现实的场景。《纸皮爸爸》充分表现出小孩们充满天马行空的想法，挺可爱的。《远望》则反映都市中人与人之间的隔膜，甚至和自己也有距离。《开饭》的剧情每一分钟都在变化，揭示每一个家庭成员都各自心怀不轨，但是最后父母依然包容一切接纳孩子，最后还来一段很香港式废才的唱着歌颂母爱的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友也介绍我看另外一个叫“我卖子宫，不卖身”，其实也相当符合这种香港回归后的情怀。大概也是像那位同学说的，属于香港后殖民时代的电影。里面有好几个小角色，他们都面对生活上的困难，尤其讲述中国人到香港的困难，而最终都回到了一个点，保险人的保额数位，从0变成了2万。这说明了生命的价值回升了，都是叫人有希望的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《十分钟情》电影放映后，随着有记者招待会和导演制作人的分享会。香港人常常让人动容的是那种肯拚的精神、团结的力量。有几句有力的话，留在我脑海中。制作人韓淑儀说，“梦，是要去&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;追&lt;/span&gt;的。”导演陈荣照说一路上面对许多挫折时，要记得两个字：“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;坚持&lt;/span&gt;”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;香港电影节从5/3/2009到8/3/2009在gsc各戏院上映，入场免费，唯票券须从各个管道索取。详情：www.gsc.com.my。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5082330682132209895?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5082330682132209895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5082330682132209895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1344322853045831304</id><published>2009-02-25T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>FORREST GUMP 之 Do you know what is your box of chocolate like?</title><content type='html'>dvd上的封套戏名是叫"Tom Hanks is Forrest Gump"。这不是骗人的，Tom Hanks在这部戏里的精堪演出，是全程扣人心弦的最大关键。在Cast Away里，Tom Hanks一样能够一人支撑大部分的戏分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能是kj和我说，Benjamin很像Forrest Gump，所以我禁不住比较了一下。肯定的是，Forrest Gump这个角色的发挥比较大，而Tom Hanks也十分传神的演绎这个人物，包括动作、谈吐语气、眼神...相较之下，好像忽然觉得Benjamin这个人比较没有特色，也就是所谓的人物性格不分明。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump也很像TVB的阿旺。因为迟钝、所以单纯直接。跑就是跑，一路跑到底，不需要为了什么。而每每因为他的无所期望，他得到的也显得格外地多。其实人类的大脑是很特别的，当他进入一股全心全意专注的状态时，人的力量会很大，人的潜力也会被发挥出来，就像打乒乓那样，熟能生巧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戏里有大量的新闻片段，也有很多关于总统被刺杀的事件，可是可能不是美国人，不大能体会其中的含义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开头和结尾，都能巧妙地贯彻出生命转递，流缠不熄的循环。那片羽毛，Forrest Gump重新带孩子上学，更不用多说，那经典的“Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you're gonna get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而全片让我觉得最有智慧的一句话是，生命到底是不停受风摆布的漂浮不定，还是有一个注定的落脚处？可能，这两个同时正在发生...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1344322853045831304?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1344322853045831304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1344322853045831304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1344322853045831304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1344322853045831304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/forrest-gump-do-you-know-what-is-your.html' title='FORREST GUMP 之 Do you know what is your box of chocolate like?'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1466177046634189268</id><published>2009-02-23T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire 迟来的反应</title><content type='html'>不是我要臭美Slumdog Millionaire横扫奥斯卡大奖才来大大地赞美一番，而是看完这部戏以后许久，我都没有办法冷静地去分析思考这部戏。就算过了很久到了今天，我还是决定用感性去记载这次的观影体验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久没有这样，看完一部戏后，我和朋友你一句我一句美言直出，似乎它的优点数之不尽，又仿佛太难以置信有此好戏。其实能够达到这样的境界了，证明你已经深深地爱上它，所有的细节，有发现的，没发现的，都成了让人津津乐道的佳话，所谓“请人眼里出西施”嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我确实被它给慑服了。不仅其娱乐性让人在欢笑中忘了自我，还有那丰富有力的摄影让我也投进戏中，大脑根本无暇观察思考。我最记得也最令人振奋的是在戏开头不久的那场警察追逐戏，不只有画面上名副其实的“鸡飞狗跳”，还有构图3/4是污浊的墙和垃圾河，还有用音乐和节奏甚好的揭开住宅区的top view。这场戏不但流畅和充满娱乐性，也一次性把印度的slum area赤裸裸地展露世人面前。看报导说，导演在执导这部戏的时候，看了几部经典的bollywood戏，尤其这场追逐戏以Black Friday 的12分钟警察追逐戏为重点参考，难怪做得那么传神！所以做什么都好，事先准备功课是必要的基础。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外，有些人没有发现在厨房里哥哥Salim在一堆垃圾桶里寻找用过的矿泉水塑胶瓶罐，其实是重新用过，装了水喉开出来的自来水后，把瓶盖盖上，还用白色的液体涂在盖缝之间，变成像新的一样可以再拿出去出售。有些人没有发现是因为当时Salim是一面做这个动作，一面和弟弟谈话，这个动作是那么地不经意，可是仔细发现的话，它又透露着另一个有关于survival的讯息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当俩兄弟从火车跌下来的时候，不只看见他们全身翻滚落地，镜头还特意特写他们脸部被尘土掩盖的模样，更贴实地描述了那种窘境。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总的来说，就是这么一点点，一点点的小细节，让我佩服导演每一步小心翼翼的抉择和决策，也让我致敬给整个制作团队，他们的用心看得出来，Slumdog Millionaire 拥有超越交行货的水准。很多人成了这部戏的支持者，也很多人为它获得最佳影片和最佳导演感到欣喜万分！而我，也因为这套戏在网络开始搜索关于Danny Boyle这个传奇人物...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8464374052800998928</id><published>2009-02-18T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Benjamin Button 倒退的人生</title><content type='html'>听很多人大力推荐Benjamin Button这部戏，安排了好久终于有机会看了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长达近乎3小时的戏，让我一次过经历了笨先生传奇一生那沉沉的无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大量的人物对白，被动的人物个性及缺乏冲突的戏剧所带来的故事无力感，让我几度昏昏欲睡。本先生是一个甘于接受自己为倒退成长的人，默默地承受他的命运。被动的人物面对困境和挑战的时候，不会采取行动改变，没有行动对抗客观环境，就会缺乏冲突和戏剧。在这样的背景下，笨先生还被安排到海中去飘泊流浪，更是一个极不让人引起兴趣的职业。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;改编自小说，镜头里还常出现写意的画面，营造出内敛的诗意。整部戏的调调就是那么地缓慢、不exciting。在这样的情况下，周二的戏院里还坐满了人，大概是被外面多少大力拍掌赞好的人推荐要看。可喜的是，这说明了现在的观众除了要被娱乐之外，也不排除接受有意思、有反思、有生活哲学的电影，纵使它慢慢的，纵使有时候不知道为什么要有和那个某某人长话连篇的那场戏，纵使你不知道到底还要看到他活到几岁，纵使以后你不记得故事却只记得那被雷电闪到的x先生…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有几个安排觉得还不错的。笨先生在老人院里长大，这里能够提炼很多关于生老病死的议题。笨先生和太太因岁数太大而要离别时，让人体会到，其实两个人能够一起走到老也是一种幸福。而故事松松地走到最后，俩人却又巧妙地交差成一个老的，一个少的，就像当初一样。而人小和老的时候，外在和行为又有那么多的相似点。最令我难以忘记的是那“如果”情节，诉说的真妙，每一个如果都没有人能够安排，所以佛家叫作“机缘成熟时…”而最后一段自白说，有些人注定当水手，有些人注定当艺术家，有的注定当卖钮扣的，有的注定唱歌…让我想起有人告诉过我，人生如戏，我们在这个世界的舞台里都有自己的角色去扮演。而我常常会想，这个舞台就是少了导演，告诉我到底我的角色是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外，Brad Pitt的演绎算是上等吗？觉得他从头到尾都一个样，除了老样的时候比较逗趣之外，其他几乎没啥情绪可言，尤其是船长死去的那一刻，他依然那么地处之泰然。是因为角色关系吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总而言之，个人喜好排名，Slumdog骑在Benjamin之上，因为Slumdog 让我stunned 到一下下，而Benjamin却没有多少亮点能让我记得。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8464374052800998928?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8464374052800998928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>今年情人节</title><content type='html'>今人的情人节，我特别没有一番滋味在心头上。有点奇怪，可是想来是这些日子太会想，想到一个地步，便会释放成什么都不用再去想了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电台媒体等今年都围绕在“单身也要幸福”的主题上，就觉得有点好笑。如果单身你快乐，那也不必其他人来大肆同情你鼓励你，单身没什么不好，单身也要开开心心。如果你单身不快乐，积极的就去找你那一半，不积极的就等待你的缘分出现在转角处，也没什么好怨的，总不能刚好自己单身而不爽别人双双对对吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而羡慕别人有伴侣的，往往想象中的浪漫是两颗心契合在一起，从此以后面对大风大浪也能携手度过。然而现实中的婚姻，却埋葬着多少的“孤魂野鬼”...中年危机的男人怀疑枕边人是不是最适合的人？女人发现丈夫不能完全了解自己，甚至也不是那个可以倾诉心事的对象了。婚姻中变质贬值的东西何其多，那种落寞又何尝是你们所能想象和体会的？是不是有葡萄酸酸的味道哩？可是这是事实嘛。我的意思是，其实单身和双身是两种不同的生活方式，必有其利，必有其弊。所以，在什么阶段就享受什么阶段，没必要去过度的羡慕，过度的投入。我还是，相当推崇家庭生活的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近还流行一个理论，什么“失去爱的能力”，仿佛是现代人的文明病之一。生存在利益争斗的环境里，人与人愈渐隔离，以至于无法培养建立和另一个人亲密的关系。什么最可悲不是身边没有一个人，而是身边一直换人，可是你却知道，没有一个你懂得爱。我在想，其实爱是需要学习的吗？爱不是在我们自呱呱落地，和母亲就有的一种本能吗？看到老人小孩遭遇困难悲天悯人不是理所当然的吗？为什么越来越发达，就越来越多怪理论？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近听到一个很好笑的趣象。现代父母过度保护，所以孩童在幼儿园里，不可以吃水果，吃了会生病；不可以玩泥沙，玩了会肮脏；不可以玩滑板，跌下来会受伤...一切保护措施做好了，咦，发现孩子怎么笨笨呆呆的。然后台湾出现一种叫什么“综合感官训练”，教育配套说得天花乱坠，结果父母快快报名每月给2000元让孩子去参加。做什么呢？抛球，滚爬地上等等类似全身运动。现代人就是需要点什么包装，有理论，有科学，有数据。东西丢到你就要闪这个简单的反应他们快学不会了，因为妈妈从不让东西丢向他。原本人类与生俱来的本能都快抹煞光了，然后才来花钱去弥补。这种本末倒置的东西，现代人类很喜欢玩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，如果你发现你没能力去爱了，那么就该回家好好地爱你的父母，你的兄弟姐妹，这是一个随手可得的最佳训练场所。再说，只把眼光锁在俩人相处的范围上，可能你会看漏很多东西。如果把恋爱扩展至家庭观念的话，就会多一份责任、担当和踏实，那么恋爱就会缩小变成只是一个生命过程，不至于那么地自寻烦恼。哦，怎么突然严肃起来，哎，应节应节顺便谈情说爱嘛...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正对我而言，今年情人节唯一的不便就是，平常周一至周五我闲着要找人出来人家做工不方便，难得到周末了，可个个却被约去庆祝情人节了，平白浪费我消遣的一天。:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8328647344558109442?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8328647344558109442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='今日黄金书'/><title type='text'>静距离 Someplace Quiet</title><content type='html'>介绍大家一个新的创意空间- 结合音乐、漫画、影像的网上短篇故事，免费下载！&lt;br /&gt;http://someplacequiet.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3876937744941260496?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3876937744941260496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3876937744941260496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3876937744941260496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3876937744941260496'/><link 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/&gt;师奶的逻辑有几种。平时没啥用的东西，要买。因为，到时要用的时候，就未必卖了。根本没用的东西，要买。买回去才看看有什么用。最重要的事，这么好的康不买白不买，太浪费了，哪能对得起自己？所以，在那种激动的情况下，凡事拿下了再想理由吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新一代的人讲究贵一点但实用也不要cheap cheap的烂货。师奶对这又有一番见解了。我买这里十个等于外面一个，就算我换十个吧，还是值得。再说，外面卖也未必就耐用，不也都是从这超级批发商卖出去的嘛。再说，几毛钱的东西，可以供你用几个月，也算是那样了，夫复何求哪？看她们俩过瘾地比较来比较去，我在想，这真的是他们老公永远都不会体会到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抢购了一小时后，妈说，现在我空着肚子来，所以饿了要走了。下次我吃饱了再来，肯定扫更多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家了一段时间后，以为事情已经冷静下来了。哪知，妈突然又在说，你知道吗？那个碗才7角哩！大概在扫的时候也已经来不及看得清记得住那些价钱，回来以后还在沾沾自喜，难以置信这些惊喜连连！我真佩服她得说，你不会明天一大早起来，还在跟我比较它怎样怎样便宜吧！？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说啊，男人以赚几十万为荣，女人以省几块钱为乐，上天就是要这么匹配，一个家庭才能完善地守住钱财。赚钱的老公配奢侈的老婆，家财万贯也必坐吃山空。省钱的老婆配不赚钱的老公，柴米油盐皆是哀。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6656414154147602339?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6656414154147602339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=6656414154147602339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6656414154147602339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6656414154147602339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_13.html' title='师奶本色'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3860946382747536510</id><published>2009-02-11T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>《樱桃的滋味》</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SZKh7UfOk7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mXswSssDU-o/s1600-h/h9PccsNVTw_1148434068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SZKh7UfOk7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mXswSssDU-o/s320/h9PccsNVTw_1148434068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301477751852536754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们一般会区别商业和艺术电影，是因为它们都有其相当明显的象征，容易让人辨别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;商业电影故事情节紧凑，人物鲜明。结构以需求、冲突、解围这三个act作准，有时还会标准低地出现在每30分钟以后。这些被时间证明了有效的说故事法，因而成为主流电影的框架。人们了解熟悉它，犹如明白车子有四个驱轮，它的速度快，可以带你抵达的地方也能够预算，乘坐着它，舒服自在，很有安全感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;艺术电影就不一定了。像用双脚行走般，有些人觉得累，有些人觉得看到不一样的风景，有些人觉得像在找路一样，不知道什么时候会达到目的地，到了也不知道是不是像想象中那样。长镜头、持久的镜头，充满诗意的空镜、重复的对白、不被催促的节奏、近乎写实的纪录，是新浪潮另类艺术电影的身份证。这些东西，看似容易玩，却不是人人玩得起，对那些刚要学习制作这类电影者而言，更是常有做作之嫌，弄巧反拙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿巴斯是伊朗国宝级的导演，和本地导演Yasmin巧合地都是广告导演出身。阿巴斯的作品获奖无数，如《何处是我朋友家？》和《樱桃的滋味》。这些作品的主题都很简单，故事发展更是一线下，人物只有一个动机，而故事就会顺着这个动机往下发展。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《樱桃的滋味》讲述一个想要结束生命的人，四处找人替他收尸。因此，来自各阶层的人，与他不断对话。开始看时，的确会陷入一种不知所云的迷糊状态（警告：别再打瞌睡的时候看）然而，慢慢地，生命的现象就具体起来了。最后，他有没有死去？和大多数艺术片一样，结局往往不是一个答案。然而过程中让观众玩味的关于生与死的问题，已经让你满载而归。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重复的对白，是我一直都想不明白的。是因为那个民族说话本是那样？纯粹纪实？（因为他们还讲得很自然）还是为了重复强调那些话，好让你洞察那些话背后的意义？当我发现本地有些独立影片也采用那样子的重复对白时，总觉得挺不自然，因此我比较相信前者，但仍有待证实。在两个人对话时，镜头也常只是锁在主人公身上，颇能凸显其一个人寂寞的世界，以及像是和自己对话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人说，电影就是说故事。可是，《樱桃的滋味》更像是一个哲学家用影像来阐述他的哲学。上上下下的乘客，和车子不断绕道的景象，其实就是生命旅程本身的一个浓缩版。里面有一个寓言故事，很有意思。有一个土耳其人去看医生，他对医生说：“我整身都痛。当我用手指轻轻按我的头时，我的头就痛；手指按肚子时肚子就痛，按手臂时手臂就痛，按背后时背后就痛…” 医生检查后，说：“你的身体没有问题，是你的手指断了。”生命没有问题，是你看待生命的心有问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说，影片不须以商业或艺术来区分，只有好与不好的。如果你问我，《樱桃的滋味》好不好看，我会说，它不是很好看，可是它是一部好片。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3860946382747536510?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3860946382747536510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3860946382747536510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3860946382747536510'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>我不喜欢一层不变的生活。因此，让我再喜欢的工作也好，也不可能让我就这样一辈子把头埋进去的做，以至于失去家人、朋友、还有自己的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢为自己的生活营造惊喜。申请一些七奇八怪的工作、参加比赛...寄出去以后，然后忘了它，然后哪天忽然有人来通知我了，那就有惊喜罗！我不善于出去和人交际来往讨工，因此在最没有东西做的日子，我最起码也会做这些...一个最简单的道理我明白，最起码，要播种，才可能发芽。总不能空有理想，而没有行动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然现在生活平平淡淡，但我似乎在等待些什么，也似乎相信那一天即将到来。有人说，生活由不得你规划。申请的一箩筐，可能音讯全无，可是一个平常你没什么打交道的人，忽然或许就会给你些东西做，生活其实有时候就是那么地没办法预算。所以我也渐渐地学会，珍惜当下，把握空闲，明天可能你会开始忙，谁也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;米雪在拿奖时，说过一句话：“我不知道机会什么时候会来，所以每一次我都尽力做到最好。”这个态度，我喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认真过生活的人，上天不会薄待你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而在今年的6月，我又得到了一个惊喜。朋友计划的出国旅行，竟然成行！有些事情，我永远学不会怎么做，怎么做也不会做好，可是朋友很有本事，太感动了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有什么可以用“不顾一切”来形容我，那肯定是出走旅行了。怪不得有人说，体验生活才是我的人生目标...嗯...是吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7580026928254543848?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7580026928254543848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7580026928254543848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7580026928254543848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7580026928254543848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='惊喜'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5675105535819491928</id><published>2009-02-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:55:19.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='今日黄金书'/><title type='text'>Dream Job: Film Director</title><content type='html'>“Few film directors, including George, are in the business for the money. It's this tremendous sense of accomplishment. This thing outlives you. Long after you're gone, there will still be this piece of work people can look at and hopefully appreciate."   &lt;br /&gt;Making Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can name a movie director off the top of your head, chances are it's a member of the Hollywood elite who earns massive sums of money. Yet for every Steven Spielberg or James Cameron there are hordes of lesser-known artists, happily hammering away at their craft. There are all kinds of movie makers, just as there are all kinds of movies - major motion pictures, independent films, cable movies, documentaries, sitcoms, TV dramas, and more. Some directors make excellent livings while others just scrape by, hoping for a lucky break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, making it as a director has much more to do with hard work and talent than with luck. Take George. In 1994, when he was 25 years old, he made his writing and directing debut with a dark comedy about the inner workings of Hollywood. In the movie industry, this is a monumental victory for someone so young, but while success came early for George, it didn't come easy. It took seven years slogging away in the film industry before he seized his chance to direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A native Californian, George caught the film bug early, and by the time he was 18 he was interning for some of the major studios in Los Angeles. "Basically I was doing full-time work for free," he said with a laugh, "but I stuck around and worked hard, so eventually they had to start paying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of paying his dues, George became an assistant among several high-profile producers and studio executives. The connections and experience he developed there, as well as the encouragement of a fellow up-and-coming director, eventually got him behind the camera. "It was tough," he said. "No one wants to just give a first-time director a movie, but I wanted to tell this story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising independent financing through various means, he got to do just that. "My first film was made with little money. I earned nothing, but it was an investment in my career. Thankfully the film turned out well." While his debut feature didn't score big at the box office, he received widespread critical acclaim which gave him the credibility he lives up to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 32, George has directed two feature films, a TV pilot, and guest spots on episodic TV shows. Which should mean he's rolling in the proverbial dough. Or maybe not. "One of the toughest parts of the job is the financial instability," George said matter-of-factly. "You don't know what you'll be making year to year." In 1998, he cleared a whopping mid-six figures. Last year, however, he only made $10,000. "It all depends. You could be making $50,000 a week on one show, then the next you're doing for free because you really want to do the project. The philosophy is, if you keep doing what you love, eventually it will pay off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few film directors, including George, are in the business for the money. "It's this tremendous sense of accomplishment. This thing outlives you. Long after you're gone, there will still be this piece of work people can look at and hopefully appreciate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of directors in Hollywood work outside the classic notion of big-studio filmmaking with hundred-million-dollar budgets and six months to shoot in some exotic location. A typical cable movie, for example, costs $3-$4 million. That translates into a grueling four weeks of pre-production, four weeks of shooting, and four weeks to edit the pieces together. "Actually shooting the film is the toughest," said one veteran film maker whose credits used to include big-budget feature films but now hover in the cable movie zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wake up each day knowing that there are only so many hours to cover so many scenes, and even if all the technical aspects hold up, the camera angles, the lighting, the sets, wardrobe, hair, make-up, the actors…, you can't anticipate the kind of absurd thing that could grind the entire production to a halt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as? "I've had to stop shooting for anything from hurricanes, to a food-poisoned crew, to a lead actor getting hideous cold sores. The fun part is trying to explain this stuff to the executives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment a film goes into production it is the director's job to oversee all the technical, and creative details, while still holding firm to the story he or she wants to tell. For every director, seeing the finished project on screen is the ultimate high. "The best feeling in the world is sitting in the back of the movie theater and having the audience laugh at something you've created," George said, then added, "hopefully laughing with it, not at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Audrey Arkins, Salary.com Contributor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5675105535819491928?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5675105535819491928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5675105535819491928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5675105535819491928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5675105535819491928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-job-film-director.html' title='Dream Job: Film Director'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6323957258828222786</id><published>2009-02-06T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:40:08.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09年的开始</title><content type='html'>09年的农历新年团圆饭，怎么团，也不会圆...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在同一个行业圈子兜转，怎么兜，也转不出一个春天来...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑自己是否已经移情别恋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在电视广播沉浸得愈久，越是更多的事情让我不那么喜欢，比如这个行业的创作氛围，这个行业的从业员...就像喜欢他却又不喜欢和他住在一起。这很矛盾吧...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想过去，很享受和朋友一起拍短片的过程。可是如今，想参与电影制作依旧是个让我摸不出门子的梦想。我似乎没了办法，没有了拼劲。我不想要放弃，应该是说，不想要放弃去做影片，如果那不能是让你讨饭的事情，不必强求要拿来换银两，也许，就应该无论如何，平白无故地做下去，就像当年一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无非是求个饭碗嘛，总是有人会对我这么说。所以我不是很执著的。有人说我一错再错，硬是踩进了这个无底深渊。我问自己，都错了那么久就错到底好了...或者说，其实要我做别的事情，我忽然不知道自己还可以做什么，虽然，现在也没有做得很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好捆...好捆...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6323957258828222786?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6323957258828222786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=6323957258828222786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6323957258828222786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/6323957258828222786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/09.html' title='09年的开始'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5827295433083571359</id><published>2009-02-03T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>Cast Away</title><content type='html'>有些事情是不可以懒惰的。就像观看影片之后该写的反思，总是拖了又拖。终于不想再这样没动力的日子里，手脚兼脑一并瘫痪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近朋友间传染一股“包好看，不好看卖回给我”之风，而我那天中招，买下了Cast Away这部好戏。许多戏早有听闻，但很多时候有缘无分，没有看到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好，结果你赢了，我不会卖回给你，而且第一次决定这将会是我再重看一遍的戏。戏里有很多意外之外的地方，显示剧本的用心。在飞机上，当Chuck走进厕所的时候，镜头移向那小时钟，以为这时就会看到小时钟开始晃动，可是没有。我在等待一触即发的那一刻，想不到用了Chuck专心看他手指的那一刹那，忽然爆发。如此的反差所营造的戏剧张力，果然厉害。其实，现在许多影片都喜欢用这种刹那间发生的手法（“忘不了”巴士被撞的一刻），营造anticipation 的做法早已过时。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在孤岛上无援无助，一般的人，一般的故事，只有等待外面的船只来打救。所以第一次Chuck看到船灯时，可能你会以为他有救了。结果没有。最后Chuck如何再创生机，又用了另一套方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事隔多年，Chuck当年的女友，已经结婚生子，她会怎么抉择？故事转折了又转折，让你怎么猜也猜不着。前面剧本的别具心裁，已经让你心里有底，这个故事的结局不会像普通那般皆大欢喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而导演的纪实叙述法，尤其让我眼前一亮。整部影片嫌少用上音乐，一切十分朴实。雷雨交加的深夜里，无声的浪涛汹涌的和鲸鱼等触目惊心的画面，实叫人感受深切。在大海中，每当晨日重现，我的心就会跟着喘一口气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在看戏之前，我已经在问，究竟一个人在岛上，他会怎么演。没有交集的对手，没有对白，这戏该怎么做下去。会用flash back 的方式吗？灾难莅临前的深情温暖总让人推测以后这些片段肯定被拿来回忆回忆，煽情煽情下（就像“太极旗飘扬”那样）在孤岛上会不会切回女朋友那里的焦虑或生活？没有，导演一如真实般的诚实铺成一个人在孤岛上的那种生活。结局之时，你便会明白这个安排是对的。白天黑夜交错，没有fade in fade out，没有了开始、结束，没有了时间这个概念，仿佛就这么掉入一个永恒的光圈里，持续地走着……因此，我们跟着主角四处讨活，有时和他一样无聊，有时和他一样无奈。他不知道什么时候可以逃离，我们也不知道。生活乏味可知，直到他弄出火来，我们的心情才开始跳跃起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck的好朋友Wilson这个角色安排得实在太棒了。其实主角不只在生理上需要物源的支撑，在心理上也需要另一个人的支持。没有了Wilson，我想Chuck早应疯了。也因有了Wilson，Chuck的情绪有了起伏，为电影增添精彩。虽然Wilson只是一个stupid damn volleyball，那一幕Chuck费尽一切在大海中想把它找回来的时候，还是令人动容的。能够细心地洞察到人类心理的那股需求，让这部片子更回到人情味的那一边，而非纯属adventure。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck和女朋友见面了，却没有像一般那样音乐沸腾，情绪激动到顶点，两人相拥而泣。淡淡地，无奈地，这四年来一切都已经改变了。各自都在整理自己的思绪……上天总爱弄人，没有人想要的，却已经迫不得已。这样的慢节拍使观众的情绪也在铺成着。直到女友看着Chuck再一次地开车离开，我想，四年前他就这么在车里道别离开，而且你以为他永远都走了，现在你会让他就这么在你眼前再次地离开吗？结果，二人心底的那股爱终于涌现，观众心理的铺成已暗流汹涌，虽可能不会像看连续集般扯纸拭泪，但是就是又酸又痛。尤其Chuck说，I love you , &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more than you’ll ever know&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正因为故事里中间的描述专注于Chuck本身，女友Kelly的蜕变更显得真切。而那一部车所引发的四年前四年后的情绪才会生效。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你希望他们开着车离开过着永远幸福的日子，可偏偏这是一部诚实得要死的片子。他们的爱，也许只能凝固在四年前的那一刻，如此而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;导演纪实的手法，是因为这部片子还是本身的因素？看来必须看看Forest Gump来寻找答案了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5827295433083571359?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5827295433083571359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5827295433083571359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5827295433083571359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5827295433083571359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/cast-away.html' title='Cast Away'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;早期很旺。这里有稠密的华裔居者，新年在即，这里自是热闹非凡，甚至比茨厂街来得更“有味儿”。让我最开眼界的是，这里的杂货店所卖的东西，多不胜数，种类繁多，不是一般成语形容的“多”，是吓死人的“多”。窄窄暗暗的小道，只供一人通过，光是刀子可以排成几行。还有几间住家板屋，在外面盖了锌瓦片，蹰成另一个空间，同样把东西能挂的挂，能摆在架上的摆在架上，不能做什么的放在地上。怪不得我觉得怎么店铺大得像一间屋子，还有不同空间隔开。后来发现被盖得快要看不见的板墙，再抬头看看头上的瓦片，才了解是怎么回事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;店子里请了好几个外劳帮手，只要我们一踏进门，便会来问你要什么。于是，他们就会窜进那大迷宫，转头带回来你要的东西。我在想，他们是否在上班的前几天，都必须睁开眼把这里所有的大至垃圾桶的物品，小至酒瓶盖的东西，硬塞进眼里，再塞进脑袋里。他们就是那个&lt;/span&gt;SEARCH button,&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;　只要一按，他就会带着&lt;/span&gt;SEARCH result&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我喜欢看小市民的生活，因为从他们劳作的过程中，总会觉得生活来得简单。虽然过程辛苦，但是目的也很简单，就是填饱肚子。一年过一年，吃的好住的好，一家整整齐齐来吃饭，已经是一种幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;店里的老阿伯穿着破背心在店门前看店，有些相熟的顾客进来都会打声招呼。偶尔外劳员工做不好，老阿伯便不耐烦地拉开嗓子大囔。还有用那古董型的打印机来印收据单，可爱极了！另一个中年老板，眼镜架在鼻尖，大肚顶着桌子，在人来人往扰攘的店里，也在高呼方言尝试与电话另一端的人讲话。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;在老阿伯店里，我们终于找到了两个相当好看又便宜的花盆。但是，讨价还价还是要的嘛。老阿伯开口就来那一招：“没得再便宜了，成本价钱卖罢了，我都不要卖了的！”后来又说：“卖完这几个我就不要再来货了，不好卖，所以我不卖了，成本价钱给你了．．．”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;就这样，我们捧了两个花盆回家把妈妈新买的花盆栽放进去。哇，真是花开富贵，五福临门罗！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;这阵子虽然在家无所事事，有时陪妈妈做些“师奶”做的事。但是，我想以后如果妈妈不在了，至少我不会后悔，没有时间与她相伴。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1041475702538615300</id><published>2009-01-13T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:11:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SWwifK7bPoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4aAw4-6kqSs/s1600-h/DSC_0222copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SWwifK7bPoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4aAw4-6kqSs/s400/DSC_0222copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290641581158383234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/My%20Pictures/Italy%20Nov2008/DSC_0222copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SWwifK7bPoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4aAw4-6kqSs/s72-c/DSC_0222copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-6334924689063597462</id><published>2009-01-13T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:18:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>两种人</title><content type='html'>一种人，有很多想法很多梦想要实现，所以每天东忙西忙，振发人心的事情太多，时间永远不够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一种人，有很多想法很多梦想要实现，可是不知哪儿该下手，所以每天东想西想，最终，什么都没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是前者，还是后者？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-6334924689063597462?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>无为而安静</title><content type='html'>一直以来，我的急性子是众所皆知的，甚至需要把这个急性展现在行动上，否则便坐立不安。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近学会了安静。半年以来一直有工作在身，直到最近开始缓慢下来，常常有空档的时间。换作是以前的我，想必已开始思索出路，赶快随便投靠一间公司，塞满日子以后，才能高枕无忧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前途有什么时候不是茫茫的，所以总要学会享受雾里那朦胧的美。有茫茫，才有惊喜，才会不期而遇。而在当下，没事做的时候，就看看书，多见多闻，这种充实虽然不如行动般具体，却也是准备自己的一种。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚留意到Ho Widing这个大马导演。他的作品“呼吸”曾在坎城赢奖。以下是关于他的报导：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;很多人好奇地問我，完成短片“呼吸”後，為什麼不拍長片而選擇再拍短片。其實那個導演會不想拍長片？從年輕的時候我一直就想拍長片，接受這個挑戰，只是苦無適合的機會。在“呼吸”後，我就開始籌備兩個長片計劃。一部是“台北星期天”，另一部是“Lonely Together”。&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;籌備過程讓我覺得拍長片不能勉強。每個片子有它自己的時間。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;籌備長片計劃的過程也讓我不斷反思自己是不是己經準備好拍長片？雖然“呼 吸”反應很好，入圍坎城影展，拿了些獎， 但這就代表我已經準備好拍攝一部長片嗎？我心裡還是不很踏實；我仍然覺得我是幸運的，或是只是時機好。&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;我必須拍另一部短片再度挑戰自己和磨練自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;能有成就后还能不急不躁，不容易哪。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-7881181385606278695?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7881181385606278695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=7881181385606278695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7881181385606278695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/7881181385606278695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_06.html' title='无为而安静'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3538778932794985258</id><published>2009-01-06T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:40:09.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='职场上的课堂'/><title type='text'>铜臭味的创意人</title><content type='html'>传说中，创意人都是对钱不屑一顾的高档人。他只做喜欢的事情，很有性格，用钱买不到他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骨子里我挺爱钱的。懂得善用时间换取比别人多倍的金钱回馈，换来的是自由和舒服。在这个处处金钱挂帅的社会里懂得做人也会让自己不要撞太多墙，吃太多亏。学会把自己的喜怒适当地表现出来，和同事陌生人聊天谈谈，其实也是生存之道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样做人会有多一层的辛苦，因为凡是要过滤多一层，才可以表演出来。一直以来，常常做不到，因为本人是有点懒惰想的人。很多人说，你是辩论出身，讲话婉转、有刺、戏剧化，应该不是问题。问题是，不在辩论里的我，就会变成我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近想到一个妙招，可以不用想那么多，最重要的是还可以过自己那一关。辩论的时候，善于模仿的我，可以随时让人上身，而展现得自然。所以，最近在做一些自己不那么喜欢的事情时，我就告诉自己，让人上身，就当作是演戏，那时的我就不是我，那时的我只是个演员。这么一来，就甭想那么多，过不过得了自己那关。Why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辗转那么多，无非是要教自己，不要因为自我而和钱过不去。当一个有铜臭味的创意人，其实是很香的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3538778932794985258?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3538778932794985258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3538778932794985258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3538778932794985258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3538778932794985258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='铜臭味的创意人'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8151587576099440921</id><published>2009-01-01T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:40:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Year 2009</title><content type='html'>所谓近水楼台先得月嘛，刚刚才发现我家位置还挺优秀的，可以一箭双雕，同时看到The Curve和One Utama的新年烟花，更有趣的是看两边互相媲美，斗远斗大斗花，嘿嘿，整条住宅街的居民便纷纷出来，坐拥渔翁之利罗！The Curve优先开始发炮，但是最终One Utama的持续得更久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVuebgZ39WI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IHCKk8j-bRE/s1600-h/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVuebgZ39WI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IHCKk8j-bRE/s320/DSC_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285992783041525090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVue6ZBaujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6VKHNfgxwTc/s1600-h/DSC_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVue6ZBaujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6VKHNfgxwTc/s320/DSC_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285993313635842610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVugZdO1grI/AAAAAAAAAIk/o4Bnp1pCT8o/s1600-h/DSC_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVugZdO1grI/AAAAAAAAAIk/o4Bnp1pCT8o/s320/DSC_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285994946853438130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝大家新年快乐，身心安康！Happy牛Year~~~ 　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8151587576099440921?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8151587576099440921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8151587576099440921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8151587576099440921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8151587576099440921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-year-2009.html' title='The Beginning of Year 2009'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVuebgZ39WI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IHCKk8j-bRE/s72-c/DSC_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-3134715904648240724</id><published>2008-12-30T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:42:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Gift of Year 2008</title><content type='html'>承蒙各方好友的厚爱、祝福，及多位贵人金笔推荐，终于，终于，等到了这个好消息！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVn50B1TsOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rZEmLLc9y7g/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVn50B1TsOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rZEmLLc9y7g/s400/letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285530309936525538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UK Chevening Scholarship通知我去面试，如果成功的话，就能到英国去深造！:) 可是....学校还没有拿到offer，现在要赶快临时抱佛脚，什么大学都再去试试申请。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的各位，记得拜神拜佛时多多帮我祈祷，要继续支持我哦~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*还有谁可以帮我练习英语口试呢？:-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3134715904648240724?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3134715904648240724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3134715904648240724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3134715904648240724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/3134715904648240724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-gift-of-year-2008.html' title='The Final Gift of Year 2008'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SVn50B1TsOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rZEmLLc9y7g/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-2135127963216269184</id><published>2008-12-27T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:00:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一年又一年的新年</title><content type='html'>圣诞刚过，倒数新年派对逐日逼近，而我最向往的却是农历新年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“来庆祝，来祝福，所有思念来倾诉，一年又一年，不管多忙碌......”各大媒体正播放着Astro扭转乾坤的新年专辑。顿时之间，果然所有的思念涌上心头，更有一股暖意窝在心底。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年跨年的时候，特别多的朋友聚会，我也在朋友家乡度过几天的农历新年。原本已经长大的心，不再对什么节日有什么特别的期望，却在去年获得意外的丰收。在金马伦有人带了个火锅来就跷脚睡觉坐享其成，有人永远忙着检查相机有没有电池和照片拍得够不够美，有人见到新鲜蔬果便雀跃万分采购不停，大家一起到巴刹买材料，一起在寒冷的天气里烧汤下煮火锅材料，一起搓汤圆庆冬至，还有依然不会放弃的唱karaoke。三年前，同一家酒店下的karaoke房，三年后的当时候，灯光、画面素质、歌曲曲目，什么都不曾改变过，而各自的心情，也都回到三年前一样，如此稚嫩、自由自在、享受...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一年又一年，大家来聚首。所谓来叙旧，还常常是叙说陈年旧事..... those were the days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-2135127963216269184?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2135127963216269184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=2135127963216269184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2135127963216269184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/2135127963216269184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_27.html' title='一年又一年的新年'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8378922232990590292</id><published>2008-12-14T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:31.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='浮光掠影'/><title type='text'>The Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>已经听闻已久的经典惊悚片，The Sixth Sense， 终于在早前几个礼拜看了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;果然高水准。借用鬼片来带出人们孤单的主题，讲述人与人之间的关系，并且在最后还能转到亲情的温馨，这不是一般的惊悚片，其精神含义特别丰富。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始，主题已经十分注重于孤单。当你只是一个人- 那种“孤单”。华文“孤单”似乎还不是最恰当的词。"I don't want to be alone, I don't want to feel afraid." 全片更注重于心理的恐慌多于鬼子的恐吓。（写的时候是晚上，结果写不下去，到了白天再继续写．．．哈哈哈）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;令我印象特别深刻的是，夜幕低垂家里剩小孩一个人的时候，以３个家里幽暗空荡的空镜作为开头，早已把那惊悚的氛围建立到至高点。我当场拍案叫绝！相信所有小孩都曾经自己一个人在家里的时候，不停地转望家里不同的空间，听到什么声音便吓得直冒汗。导演应该可以观察到这样的心态而作出这个决定。明明是什么也没有简单地几个空镜，却可以带出那个ｉｍｐａｃｔ，我最喜欢了－ｓｉｍｐｌｅ　ｂｕｔ　ｗｏｒｋ．&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8378922232990590292?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8378922232990590292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8378922232990590292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8378922232990590292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8378922232990590292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixth-sense.html' title='The Sixth Sense'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-5309296183825129416</id><published>2008-12-08T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:08:32.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说不出</title><content type='html'>不是每个人，都有天份有规律的，有条理的诉说自己的思维。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跨越了地球的一半，在云海中留下9716公里的飞航线，达到了一个古老的地方，仿如乘坐了时光倒流机。回来的时候，带了9716个迷惑，供我在未来的9716个日子里，一一揭开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太多了，一时之间整理不过来，有点气馁。跟谁说？怎么说？说什么？我和自己对话，每一天早上，每一天晚上，甚至半夜，这个我，还不放过我，还要向我问话，我回答不了，我做不到，所以沮丧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发现情人有个很大的毛病，受不了你可以跟他分手。发现自己有很大的毛病，怎么能和自己切割？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是知道，不想做个没有用的人，不想让你失望...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-5309296183825129416?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5309296183825129416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=5309296183825129416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5309296183825129416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/5309296183825129416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_08.html' title='说不出'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-1125429505280409172</id><published>2008-12-06T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:05:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>治安不好怎么办？</title><content type='html'>这些年来，我国社会治安的混乱度，大家都明瞭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的花园，有关单位把所有的入口关完，只剩一个进出口，以方便保安人员进行督察。除此之外，更增设了闭路电视。可是这些，再怎么防也防不掉许多的匪徒干案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白天抢钱包抢车，进屋偷东西的，什么都有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才上几天，妈妈说，连隔壁也在白天进贼了。妈妈陪同邻居去报警时，一位好心的Singh警察，提供了很多tips，比如发现的时候须第一时间拨电报警，不要老在那边观察，并且给了警局电话号码。但是，ah sir 也讲，这些都有组织的，一辆黑色汽车，里面坐着二男一女，白天的时候，女人下车去按门铃，如果没人回应就派两男进去偷东西。妈妈十分不安，问他，治安那么差，该怎么办？他说：“&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;买保险&lt;/span&gt;”-Theft Insurance. :| 对于这句话，妹妹听了回应说：“那你有没有问他，如果外来的敌人要侵入我国，国家应该买什么保险？” :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发生那么令人惊心胆跳的事情，父母不住地提醒我，出入要小心安全。我就问了，要怎么注意才算真正的注意？每天进出家门，除了观望四处，并且急速下车关大门锁车然后赶忙冲入屋内，还能怎样？我跟老爸说，我看要拿枪出门了罗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;警察来邻居屋里拍照取手指印，可是很多人都知道，这只是例场程序。如果警察也无能为力，我想，难怪歹徒也真觉得，干案其实不困难。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-1125429505280409172?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1125429505280409172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=1125429505280409172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1125429505280409172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/1125429505280409172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_06.html' title='治安不好怎么办？'/><author><name>红色蚂蚁</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-4774357473567235749</id><published>2008-12-04T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:34:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天生的女人</title><content type='html'>名女主持人在清谈节目上说，如果给她选一个有钱的男人，和一个有才华的男人，她会选那个有才华的男人，因为有才华的男人比较charming，并且相信他可能怀才不遇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个有才华（可能叫作有能力）的男人凭本事赚了钱发了达，和他谈恋爱顺顺利利，也未免不够轰动，总要找个愤世嫉妒、潇洒不羁的才华浪子（注：才华通常用来形容艺术能力，没有人讲这个人赚钱很有才华，或者这个投资家很有投资才华-他们那种叫作高智商、有远见...) 来相伴，才能画出刻骨铭心的恋爱，显示出女人愿意和他挨苦的那份专一和痴情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人啊，真是天生的悲情主义者。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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type='text'>夜半胡想</title><content type='html'>乌云背后的阳光还未真正地穿透过来，后面已有更大快地漆黑黑的乌云，狂肆地冲上前来......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的运气credit快要用完了，可是万物涨价，包括运气也一样，任凭我更用力更使力都赚不到我想要有的运气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不如意的事一桩接一幢，霉上加霉，我的梦想也在这之间就这样一个一个地，没有了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我快要去游玩了，可是更令人忐忑不安的是，游玩回来要干什么呢？游玩，毕竟是为了逃避现实暂时出走的玩意儿。想，当然可想了，最好一去不回头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作累了倦了，好想找点有意思有新意的事情做做。也许，这个行业和我的缘分，也不是一生一世的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-3427089038277603869?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3427089038277603869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=3427089038277603869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;马来人基本上是个很easy的民族。他们很随性，也没什么戒心，和华人最大的不同点在这里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;马来人很多时候答应配合做节目，甚至不问津贴。可是，华人可就醒目得多了。就因为华人醒目，目的性强，他们对训练教育孩子也自有一套，不管是早时代的严厉管教，还是新世纪的爱心教育，总是比马来人的“不知道该怎么办”来得有效。难怪有种说法说，马来人都只管把孩子生下来，越多越好，然后今后的发展，就由他们自生自灭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管怎样，到马来人的家里，再坏再没有教养的孩子却都一定懂得一个礼貌，那就是和客人salam。这点十分令人钦佩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;马来人很注重自己的家居外观摆设。所以，如果你突然在临场拍到了一些他认为很不好看的地方，也许就会怪你没事先通知。丑观被摆上电视了，丢人现眼。因此，提早预告，能让他们对家里做一些“稍微”的改善，他们心里才会好过一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多数的马来人都很好客，所以拍摄完毕必请你吃吃糕饼（刚过开斋节呢）喝喝那甜甜的茶。开始我很不好意思，因为华人都被教育，去到别人家，不管多么地想要一样东西，都必须装腼腆装客气的推说不要。可是，他们却告诉我，拒绝他人的邀请，会伤了他们的心，表示你嫌弃他的东西，所以应该开开心心地吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们很容易满足，不管多么小样的东西，他们不计较价值，也能乐开怀。所以，只要请工作人员吃点炸香蕉，就能收买人心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们也喜欢免费的东西。只要是免费的，不管有没有用，先掠过来再说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们常常喜欢喊一个口号：马来西亚三大民族共同生活，和谐融洽。这个真的只是一个亮丽好听的口号。其实，我就是一个典型的新时代国民，很少甚至没有异族朋友。长这么大了，现在才算是真正地一窥了这个民族的生活形态。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I8Jj1Rc8ok4/SDp7dX9ZtzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vrH94VF5t9Y/S220/ys_filmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194197266777852310.post-8329313496866118274</id><published>2008-11-09T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:41:52.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='职场上的课堂'/><title type='text'>Language Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;最近在做关于小孩Speech Delayed Development的课题时，接触一位Speech Therapist。她说，小孩在家用太多种语言也是造成其延迟发言的原因。因为，从一个语言转去另一个语言的时候，他的大脑需要时间解读；何况，小孩对于一种语言已经是正在 学习中。同一时间塞给他多种语言，他的大脑肯定要大错乱一番。更甚的状况是，这时外界的大人已经在催他：“赶快！赶快！说好来...” 于是，说话变成了一种给自己带来压力的事情，干脆闭嘴不说了。小孩无法胜任这艰难的任务，所以就变成了Delayed Speech。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;而我深深能够体会这语言转来转去的不便，自称为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Language Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;。话说本人做的节目是马来节目，自然必须接触许多马来人。和上司讲的是英语，而自己熟悉的是华语。在这几种语言穿来穿去的结果是，在紧急&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;时刻，在马来人家会冒出一两句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;快点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;。有时候，讲广东话会不小心参到几个马来母音．．．讲英语的时候，更是严重得无法组织完整的句子。这种状&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;况，使得你就算不咬到舌头，也快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;frustrated(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;华语有这个词儿吗？）到抓头发。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;当中说得最不流利的应该是马来文。拜托，四年大学加上３年工作，我都不在讲马来话了。而这当中的不利，我已深深的体会到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;人告诉我说，习惯讲华语的我（华语有阴阳上去）在讲马来文时，有些音过于重而导致有粗鲁或不温和的感觉。因此，听者就会不喜欢你。可能语言掌握不好，所以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;明明说了的话，他们还是会误解我的意思。一旦误解，就好像我不曾和他们沟通一样，于是他们觉得我高高在上，不把他们放在眼里。接着，在工作时，他们便产生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;不参与感，有或没有问题也不想和你说话。于是，工作氛围变得僵硬纳闷。这一连串的连锁反应，让你不得不服呈，语言真是连接人和人的主要管道。没有了它，什&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;么都难做成。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-8329313496866118274?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8329313496866118274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=8329313496866118274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/8329313496866118274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;曾经我也有过那样的笑容&lt;br /&gt;随心所欲得彻底&lt;br /&gt;多么简单不堪的理由&lt;br /&gt;却能促成那会心一笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说活着要努力要向前看&lt;br /&gt;为什么越是努力越是可怜&lt;br /&gt;最珍贵的失去在那不知不觉间&lt;br /&gt;像温暖的泉水穿过指缝间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最可悲的不是哭得肝肠寸断&lt;br /&gt;而是明明悲伤着却眼眶干枯&lt;br /&gt;没有了同甘共苦的人生起伏&lt;br /&gt;我找不到还有什么意义&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194197266777852310-9177594165334967372?l=yes-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yes-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9177594165334967372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194197266777852310&amp;postID=9177594165334967372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194197266777852310/posts/default/9177594165334967372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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