很多时侯，快乐不需要拥有金钱或豪华的奢侈品也能感受得到。
简单的东西就能让我快乐一整天。一本好书、一小杯 Cappucino、甚至寥寥几句再简单不过的字眼，也会让我高兴一整天。
上个星期的某一天，J 在 MSN 上跟我说，我们班的 X 要结婚了，乍听之下，当然是惊，然后才渐渐感受到喜，而这喜却陪了我一整天。隔天，W 也特地发了电邮给我告知同样的消息，又让我乐了好久好久。
认识七年的高中朋友要结婚了，自然是喜事。七年后的今天，大家还那么关心彼此，我觉得更值得开心。
唯一的遗憾是，我只能告诉 J 和 W，我无法出席 X 的典礼。
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
错过
“错过太阳时，你只顾哭泣，那么你也会错过星星。”这是诗人泰戈尔说的，我忘了我是什么时候把这句话写在我的笔记本里，现在竟然能给我一点安慰。
后来，翻啊翻，又翻到自己摘录自几米作品的话：“我们错过了诺亚方舟，错过了铁达尼号，错过了一切的惊险与不惊险，我们还要继续错过。”
我还在这两个极端中游走，细细咀嚼这两句话的涵义，但我想我还是比较贴近几米的，虽然我希望我会像泰戈尔多一点。
后来，翻啊翻，又翻到自己摘录自几米作品的话：“我们错过了诺亚方舟，错过了铁达尼号，错过了一切的惊险与不惊险，我们还要继续错过。”
我还在这两个极端中游走，细细咀嚼这两句话的涵义，但我想我还是比较贴近几米的，虽然我希望我会像泰戈尔多一点。
Monday, October 16, 2006
旅行的欲望，再次蠢蠢欲动
寂静的布拉格广场 （摄于2005年12月15日）
Charles Bridge in Prague（摄于2005年12月17日）
去年冬天的 Cesky Krumlov （摄于2005年12月17日）
Cesky Krumlov 的美让我们都屏息了好久好久。（摄于2005年12月17日）
我偶然想起林一峰那首叫做《重回布拉格》的歌，突然间唤起我在布拉格 （Prague） 的种种美好回忆。我想我这辈子也无法忘记飘着细细雪花中的布拉格广场，当然还有似乎只有在童话故事里才存在的唯美小镇 Cesky Krumlov。随着时间的流逝，Stanford 让我觉得越来越沉闷，越来越无趣。乍看之下，校园很漂亮，看久了也就腻了，当然我非常清楚明年的今天，我又会埋怨我多么想念在 Stanford 里的一草一木，一景一物。
原来，只有离开后才会发现，我真的很喜欢欧洲，过去三年来能在欧洲辗转游走算是很幸运的了。以前，欧洲国家旅行多了，甚至很多次嫌欧洲各国大同小异，此时此刻的我，却越来越想念欧洲，想念欧洲的典雅景色，想念欧洲高贵的街道，想念欧洲的风味小吃，想念欧洲人的气质，更想念欧洲旅行的方便。
如今来到美国，这里幅员辽阔，公共交通的很不方便，大大削弱了在这里游走的兴致。看了看飞往欧洲的机票价格，有的比在美国内陆飞行还要便宜，出走的欲望再次蠢蠢欲动。
这是吊诡，还是矛盾，我还在学习琢磨。
～～～～～
《重回布拉格》 词曲：林一峰
重回布拉格 没有变的古城
经过繁忙繁忙咖啡店 像看到你背影但我很清醒
为了想起当天某些事 还是设法放弃当天某人
心里尚有遗憾未免难尽兴
我可有为你哭 但这冲动太可笑
随著夜行列车远离 已忘掉细节的分秒
我只记著最好 在我心内你永不老
至少天气未转好 尚有公路我可拥抱
设法掌握得到的事 还是说句再见偏偏太迟
失散後你的叹息言犹在耳
你可会为我哭 但这奢望太可笑
越过麦田夜空飞行中 还掂记谁的心跳
再不见面也好 但这心事你可知道
我应该笑著回忆 你让这生命再不枯燥
至少天气还算好 下一站永不知道
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Full Moon on the Quad & Mid Autumn Festival
Full Moon on the Quad (FMOTQ) - one of Stanford's biggest events of the year - was held last Saturday night.
Held on exactly the same night 9000 miles away was another vaguely familiar event called Mid Autumn Festival (MAF) at Hwa Chong.
The nature of FMOTQ and MAF was obviously vastly different, but I suppose there is one and only one reason for attending, as Robert Crook - a Stanford student - aptly summed up on October 9's "Stanford Daily":
"Why did we, a collection of different people with different interests, decide to band together and share this experience? Was it for the kissing? ...... Was it the music? ...... Was it a lack of better things to do?......
......The nature of this X factor remained unclear to me until about halfway through K. Flay's performance, when familiar faces began materializing out of the ether. One, then two, then three and four and five and six -- before I knew it, I was surrounded by people I had seen every day of freshman year. Our exchanges were unintelligible, our mannerisms flamboyant, our collective reason for being there now boneheadedly obvious: We went there to be there. Being there. Being there in the company of others, in the middle of something bigger than ourselves, embracing the idiosyncrasies of university life. That's the source of magic behind events like Full Moon and even, one could argue, behind the Stanford Experience."
But most faces around me on Saturday were unfamiliar. In actual fact, I am still struggling to remember their names and match their names with their faces (even though all are Singaporeans). I felt a tinge of homesickness then and there. I miss the Left Wing and Right Wing. I miss the mass dances. I miss the Wushu performance. I miss going to Sixth Avenue for icecream after MAF...
The last time I attended MAF was like ages ago - I can't even remember which year. When will I be able to attend MAF again?
Held on exactly the same night 9000 miles away was another vaguely familiar event called Mid Autumn Festival (MAF) at Hwa Chong.
The nature of FMOTQ and MAF was obviously vastly different, but I suppose there is one and only one reason for attending, as Robert Crook - a Stanford student - aptly summed up on October 9's "Stanford Daily":
"Why did we, a collection of different people with different interests, decide to band together and share this experience? Was it for the kissing? ...... Was it the music? ...... Was it a lack of better things to do?......
......The nature of this X factor remained unclear to me until about halfway through K. Flay's performance, when familiar faces began materializing out of the ether. One, then two, then three and four and five and six -- before I knew it, I was surrounded by people I had seen every day of freshman year. Our exchanges were unintelligible, our mannerisms flamboyant, our collective reason for being there now boneheadedly obvious: We went there to be there. Being there. Being there in the company of others, in the middle of something bigger than ourselves, embracing the idiosyncrasies of university life. That's the source of magic behind events like Full Moon and even, one could argue, behind the Stanford Experience."
But most faces around me on Saturday were unfamiliar. In actual fact, I am still struggling to remember their names and match their names with their faces (even though all are Singaporeans). I felt a tinge of homesickness then and there. I miss the Left Wing and Right Wing. I miss the mass dances. I miss the Wushu performance. I miss going to Sixth Avenue for icecream after MAF...
The last time I attended MAF was like ages ago - I can't even remember which year. When will I be able to attend MAF again?
Saturday, October 07, 2006
“稍微比较轻松但也轻松不到哪里去”的课
过去两天，下了雨，是这里半年来的第一场雨。温度突然拉得好低，完全不像印象中的 California。心也开始冷了。
我的资料越堆越高，有一门课程的功课出奇得多，每堂课之前须要读几百页的资料，然后得写一份 Response Paper。也就是说，每周有两堂课，上课之前得读到眼花缭乱后，再写两份 Paper，而且每份 Paper 都算分（所以，这门 10 星期的课要写 20 份的 Response Paper），还有 Mid-term 考试和 Final 考试，还有一个两天的 Conference，外加一份额外的 Research Paper，通通算分。朋友向教授讨价还价，说能不能每周只写一篇 Paper，教授想也不想说了不。教授说，既然我们能考进这间 S-字头大学，学术能力一定不差。
我只想刮教授一巴掌，这里每位教授以为学生每学期只上他的一个课程，时间多得是。我实在想在教授面前大声喊：“我不只上你的课，我还有其他教授的课。”
于是，我不行了，只好放弃这门课，选修其他“稍微比较轻松但也轻松不到哪里去”的课。
结果，我还不是每周要读 1000+++ 页的资料？
天啊，开学只不过两个星期罢了，我的睡眠时间已经从两星期前的 8 小时减少到昨天的 5 小时。我暂时不允许“论文”一词进入生活中，否则日子会更难过。
我的资料越堆越高，有一门课程的功课出奇得多，每堂课之前须要读几百页的资料，然后得写一份 Response Paper。也就是说，每周有两堂课，上课之前得读到眼花缭乱后，再写两份 Paper，而且每份 Paper 都算分（所以，这门 10 星期的课要写 20 份的 Response Paper），还有 Mid-term 考试和 Final 考试，还有一个两天的 Conference，外加一份额外的 Research Paper，通通算分。朋友向教授讨价还价，说能不能每周只写一篇 Paper，教授想也不想说了不。教授说，既然我们能考进这间 S-字头大学，学术能力一定不差。
我只想刮教授一巴掌，这里每位教授以为学生每学期只上他的一个课程，时间多得是。我实在想在教授面前大声喊：“我不只上你的课，我还有其他教授的课。”
于是，我不行了，只好放弃这门课，选修其他“稍微比较轻松但也轻松不到哪里去”的课。
结果，我还不是每周要读 1000+++ 页的资料？
天啊，开学只不过两个星期罢了，我的睡眠时间已经从两星期前的 8 小时减少到昨天的 5 小时。我暂时不允许“论文”一词进入生活中，否则日子会更难过。
Monday, October 02, 2006
幸福，是在自己手中的。
开学一个星期了，发现之前写的 “怎么也看不出大学的高压在哪里” 那段话应该收回去。昨天算了算我每个星期究竟有几页 readings 要读，统计后的数字叫我咋舌。加加减减后，总页数竟然有四位数。把眼光放远一点，这个学期总共有十星期，所以届时学期结束后，总阅读页数将多达一万多页。这还不包括准备论文的资料。。。我想我会死得很漂亮。。。
现在每读一个字，我就越想不过去。。。想着如果我是念心理学的话，我会开心几万倍，要我读几百万页的资料，我也不会介意。
开不开心，其实只能由自己决定。幸福是掌控在自己手中的。
我只希望，我能尽快看开。。。
现在每读一个字，我就越想不过去。。。想着如果我是念心理学的话，我会开心几万倍，要我读几百万页的资料，我也不会介意。
开不开心，其实只能由自己决定。幸福是掌控在自己手中的。
我只希望，我能尽快看开。。。
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