苗栗深夜的麥當勞
4 個回應 4.26.2008因為工作的原因，使的我不得不在這個陌生的城市渡過週六的夜晚；相較於台北市浮華的夜色，苗栗的晚間顯得恬靜了許多。
下午進入苗栗市區時發現許多店家大門深鎖，猜想是歷經週間洗禮後週末出遊遠方，又或是在自個家兒渡假了。下榻的旅館非常簡樸，兩張大床、一台18吋的小電視、一個儲藏了兩瓶礦泉水的小冰箱；浴室更是作到連乾溼分離都省去了。幸好，當初設計師百忙之中忘了浴室的門其實也是可以省掉不裝，算是不幸中的大幸了。由於室友早寢，尚無倦意的我只好出門溜達。
上了中山路看見了個熟悉的招牌；不，不是麥當勞，那段還沒到，是 7-11。早些時候隔壁座位的同事不但從韓國帶了我超愛的 Krispy Kreme 給我，還提醒了我 7-11 本來的營業時間就是從上午7點至晚間11點的，這在當時已經算是超時營業了，後來大約在1962年在德州開始試驗24小時不打烊，這才成了我們今天認識的7-11。
手中拿著剛結完帳的筆記本、原子筆(帶來的筆留在旅館了)以及草莓口味的思樂冰，想找個清靜有光線的地方寫些有的沒的。苗栗市政府前方的市民廣場本看起來像是個不錯的地點，豈知才剛坐下就發現蚊子多到一個過份的地步，無奈只好起身繼續向前探索。沿著馬路走著走著竟在麥當勞門口停了下來，心想反正都走到門口了，索性就進去吃它個六塊雞塊吧。
拿了餐點，上了二樓選了個角落位置坐下；跟在我後面的三個小朋友本想坐到我正前方的座位，但沒想到一個拿了報紙的老先生一個箭步，手掌一翻，平平穩穩的將手上的報紙送到那個四人座的桌面上。只見那三個小朋友皺了皺眉頭，摸摸鼻子無奈的轉往三樓去了；要怪只能怪自己技不如人啊。那老先生挑了個跟我正面相對的椅子一屁股坐了下去，才坐穩台頭一看便與我四目相對；可能他怕我會不好意思，所以起身換了個跟我背對的座位定了下來。看著他的灰白摻雜的頭髮，我不免好奇：what is his story？是什麼樣的背景使的一個年過半百的老人不消費的跑來麥當勞看免費的報紙。或許他明天早上會是聯合大學的校長，又或許他兩個小時前曾是親吻老伴的丈夫，但在此時此刻，他是個多活了幾年的我。從他身上我看見了未來的自己，看見了一個皮帶沒穿好、腳上穿了極為不搭襯的家樂福過季名牌球鞋老人。霎時間，什麼型男宅男、野心志向頓時間對我而言只是路途而已，差別只是在於交通工具及沿路風景罷了。同樣是去高雄，有些人重視時間選擇搭飛機，有些人重舒適性而搭高鐵，有些人重視彈性與便利性選擇自己開車，也有些人因重視荷包而選擇區間車。
那我呢？我都搭國光號 XD。
天生反骨，我向來都不是一個好相處的人；真是難為了我的朋友們，也難為我那到目前仍是未知的未來伴侶。
我懷念高雄那短暫、快樂的時光。
read more “苗栗深夜的麥當勞”
下午進入苗栗市區時發現許多店家大門深鎖，猜想是歷經週間洗禮後週末出遊遠方，又或是在自個家兒渡假了。下榻的旅館非常簡樸，兩張大床、一台18吋的小電視、一個儲藏了兩瓶礦泉水的小冰箱；浴室更是作到連乾溼分離都省去了。幸好，當初設計師百忙之中忘了浴室的門其實也是可以省掉不裝，算是不幸中的大幸了。由於室友早寢，尚無倦意的我只好出門溜達。
上了中山路看見了個熟悉的招牌；不，不是麥當勞，那段還沒到，是 7-11。早些時候隔壁座位的同事不但從韓國帶了我超愛的 Krispy Kreme 給我，還提醒了我 7-11 本來的營業時間就是從上午7點至晚間11點的，這在當時已經算是超時營業了，後來大約在1962年在德州開始試驗24小時不打烊，這才成了我們今天認識的7-11。
手中拿著剛結完帳的筆記本、原子筆(帶來的筆留在旅館了)以及草莓口味的思樂冰，想找個清靜有光線的地方寫些有的沒的。苗栗市政府前方的市民廣場本看起來像是個不錯的地點，豈知才剛坐下就發現蚊子多到一個過份的地步，無奈只好起身繼續向前探索。沿著馬路走著走著竟在麥當勞門口停了下來，心想反正都走到門口了，索性就進去吃它個六塊雞塊吧。
拿了餐點，上了二樓選了個角落位置坐下；跟在我後面的三個小朋友本想坐到我正前方的座位，但沒想到一個拿了報紙的老先生一個箭步，手掌一翻，平平穩穩的將手上的報紙送到那個四人座的桌面上。只見那三個小朋友皺了皺眉頭，摸摸鼻子無奈的轉往三樓去了；要怪只能怪自己技不如人啊。那老先生挑了個跟我正面相對的椅子一屁股坐了下去，才坐穩台頭一看便與我四目相對；可能他怕我會不好意思，所以起身換了個跟我背對的座位定了下來。看著他的灰白摻雜的頭髮，我不免好奇：what is his story？是什麼樣的背景使的一個年過半百的老人不消費的跑來麥當勞看免費的報紙。或許他明天早上會是聯合大學的校長，又或許他兩個小時前曾是親吻老伴的丈夫，但在此時此刻，他是個多活了幾年的我。從他身上我看見了未來的自己，看見了一個皮帶沒穿好、腳上穿了極為不搭襯的家樂福過季名牌球鞋老人。霎時間，什麼型男宅男、野心志向頓時間對我而言只是路途而已，差別只是在於交通工具及沿路風景罷了。同樣是去高雄，有些人重視時間選擇搭飛機，有些人重舒適性而搭高鐵，有些人重視彈性與便利性選擇自己開車，也有些人因重視荷包而選擇區間車。
那我呢？我都搭國光號 XD。
天生反骨，我向來都不是一個好相處的人；真是難為了我的朋友們，也難為我那到目前仍是未知的未來伴侶。
我懷念高雄那短暫、快樂的時光。
A little something about this thing called ambition
5 個回應 4.05.2008This entry will be just me typing non-stop, it will be un-organized and will probably make no sense at all; just my train of thought leaving a mark at a point in space and time to prove my existence. I know I haven't been keeping up with the blogging, however there are some things that I need to get off of my chest and my head before it bursts like a bulging white zit and slips away to the vast openness of my heart. It is around 4:45 in the morning, and this is probably the 100th time the song "For My Father" is repeating itself through the cheap computer speakers I own.
I wept.
It's just so beautiful; it is not the music that I am referring to, although the song itself is a great and captivating work of art.
Life is beautiful.
I believe that life isn't about any ambitious so called "plans" that we humans to the greatest of our infinite capability could conjure or invoke, but rather how we face it. Rocky Balboa said that "...nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward." and I believe this with every inch of my heart and every ounce of my soul. Life is about picking a destination, find your direction, and start walking. When or how you progress, what or who you include in the journey is important, but it isn't everything and still remains to be everything at the sametime; this is what makes life special. Each and everyday I gaze upon testimony after testimony without seeing, yet there it is regardless of my acknowledgement.
It is hard to believe that one can wake up each morning and be so calloused to the blessings each and every day, yet here I stand, stareing right into the so called "butt crack of life". Please do not confuse this crack with that of Angelina Jolie or whatever god/goddess you hold dearest to the bottom of your heart. Oh no, make no mistake, this is the definitive crack of that sweaty, hairy, fatman of fame. *For those of you've not seen, just imagine yourself watching the ugliest person you know from behind while they're trying to take care of your toilet issue with a plunger, and there's that Kodak moment with the crack.*
Despite the image, I can't help "but" to think "a-butt" all the good in life; just the thought of life itself is gripping leaving me gasping for air. *seriously, did the two cheeks come up? I "crack" myself up sometimes.*
It has dawned on me in the past few days that I've been obtuse to life for awhile now. Once I had a dream, or even further to say that I dared to dream that God could ever have a vision of what is to become of me on this earth. Somehow, somewhere in the midst of chaos that is this world, I lost my senses, my child like curiosity to the point where I almost stopped caring; I've decided that it is good enough to be mediocre, to be normal, to be average.
I am weeping profoundly.
For the lost and sacrifices that took place? or for the joys and hopes that came with what was found again?
I've been wondering if this apathetic outlook has more to do with being unambitious? or uninspired? or are they both just a poor excuse for being lazy and trying to be unoriginal? I don't think I'll never know. Is it truly that terrible to have no definitive out look in life? Are we not allowed by to float along like a leaf in the wind, go wherever the wind takes us? I can't believe that it comes down to this, to think of what took place this far, and what might have been further down that road, I guess I'll never find out. It's a pity, and a shame, but life makes it's choices just as we do, with haste, and it catches people off guard; it caught me off guard.
I feel angry.
I am anger at it's most vulnerable.
The anger ascends from decisions, or the lack of mine in call of progress. To be powerless, to surrender authority, to yield to the fact that I do not have complete control of my life and never will. How or when was it that I became blind? It could have been a train and I still wouldn't have noticed it. The sadness, joy, and anger comes from a place deep in my soul me that is and forced loose, the part of my life that will never be shared, ever again. How is it that people are able to live a facade, yet to still claim joy and gladness?
It's the morning; I am mourning that I mourned.
I suppose the pursuit of happiness in life is an ambition by itself; after all, I believe that people can go through their whole life without happiness. The declaration of what drives for hopes and dreams cannot be if one isn't full of joy with self, with life; if this were to hold true, then I can say that I am truely happy and that I am ready.
Bring it on.
read more “A little something about this thing called ambition”
I wept.
It's just so beautiful; it is not the music that I am referring to, although the song itself is a great and captivating work of art.
Life is beautiful.
I believe that life isn't about any ambitious so called "plans" that we humans to the greatest of our infinite capability could conjure or invoke, but rather how we face it. Rocky Balboa said that "...nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward." and I believe this with every inch of my heart and every ounce of my soul. Life is about picking a destination, find your direction, and start walking. When or how you progress, what or who you include in the journey is important, but it isn't everything and still remains to be everything at the sametime; this is what makes life special. Each and everyday I gaze upon testimony after testimony without seeing, yet there it is regardless of my acknowledgement.
It is hard to believe that one can wake up each morning and be so calloused to the blessings each and every day, yet here I stand, stareing right into the so called "butt crack of life". Please do not confuse this crack with that of Angelina Jolie or whatever god/goddess you hold dearest to the bottom of your heart. Oh no, make no mistake, this is the definitive crack of that sweaty, hairy, fatman of
Despite the image, I can't help "but" to think "a-butt" all the good in life; just the thought of life itself is gripping leaving me gasping for air. *seriously, did the two cheeks come up? I "crack" myself up sometimes.*
It has dawned on me in the past few days that I've been obtuse to life for awhile now. Once I had a dream, or even further to say that I dared to dream that God could ever have a vision of what is to become of me on this earth. Somehow, somewhere in the midst of chaos that is this world, I lost my senses, my child like curiosity to the point where I almost stopped caring; I've decided that it is good enough to be mediocre, to be normal, to be average.
I am weeping profoundly.
For the lost and sacrifices that took place? or for the joys and hopes that came with what was found again?
I've been wondering if this apathetic outlook has more to do with being unambitious? or uninspired? or are they both just a poor excuse for being lazy and trying to be unoriginal? I don't think I'll never know. Is it truly that terrible to have no definitive out look in life? Are we not allowed by to float along like a leaf in the wind, go wherever the wind takes us? I can't believe that it comes down to this, to think of what took place this far, and what might have been further down that road, I guess I'll never find out. It's a pity, and a shame, but life makes it's choices just as we do, with haste, and it catches people off guard; it caught me off guard.
I feel angry.
I am anger at it's most vulnerable.
The anger ascends from decisions, or the lack of mine in call of progress. To be powerless, to surrender authority, to yield to the fact that I do not have complete control of my life and never will. How or when was it that I became blind? It could have been a train and I still wouldn't have noticed it. The sadness, joy, and anger comes from a place deep in my soul me that is and forced loose, the part of my life that will never be shared, ever again. How is it that people are able to live a facade, yet to still claim joy and gladness?
It's the morning; I am mourning that I mourned.
I suppose the pursuit of happiness in life is an ambition by itself; after all, I believe that people can go through their whole life without happiness. The declaration of what drives for hopes and dreams cannot be if one isn't full of joy with self, with life; if this were to hold true, then I can say that I am truely happy and that I am ready.
Bring it on.
轉載：瓦舍小品 虎口虎哥
0 個回應 2.19.2008今天於聯合報刊了篇文章讓我看了是神清氣爽，極為舒坦，作者為馮翊綱；全文轉載如下：
===以下為轉載===
瓦舍小品 虎口虎哥
【馮翊綱】
在台北市忠孝復興路口的任何一角，把汽車暫時在邊上靠一靠，等個人，需要超能力。
嚴格說起來，這麼做是違規的，因為四個角都是紅線，任何情況都不可暫停；黃線則是可以在人不下車、車不熄火的前提下暫停三分鐘。這個路段，是經典的「虎口」，路面是最尖峰的交通熱區，高架和地下，是兩條捷運線的轉運站。兩家同名的百貨公司夾角矗立，創造出川流不息的人潮，行人在這個路口享有專屬跨越燈號，直行車或者轉彎車隨時都在排隊。
我說「超能力」，指的不是飛天遁地，而是得有厚臉皮。我的臉皮不是頂厚，因此偶一為之的時候，心裡很忐忑，靠了紅線邊，車子不熄火，人也端坐在駕駛座上，卡在停車檔，閃著雙黃燈，緊張兮兮。
之所以敢試試，乃是因為同時也有好幾輛車這麼做，「別人也這樣」，是很有力的推託之詞。
停在我前面的那輛車開走。眼前居然有「一亮」的感覺！黃線欸！往前挪一挪，就靠在黃線上了，心情會舒服許多。我拉了排檔，往前滑行……
一輛黑色大轎車（按照某經濟部長的觀點，是輛小車）從快速行駛中突然切向路邊！塞進我正在滑向的空位，並且迅速地換了倒車檔，向後方（也就是我的車頭）擠壓空間；他快，還好我反應也不慢，猛踩煞車，並按了一下喇叭。
按喇叭，各位會開車的朋友都懂，這可犯了台灣人的大忌呀！
那男人下車，灰白而略長的中分頭髮，帥氣堅毅的表情，上身穿著毛料針織的T恤，下身一條淺色休閒褲，高爾夫球鞋，腋下夾著純皮的長方形小包，頸上一條明顯的金鍊子。這是一位典型年過六十，但用了正確方法，使自己看上去不過五十出頭的「哥」。
他非常大聲（我的車窗關著，也聽得清楚）說道：「怎樣！」
前面提過了，我的反應很快，尤其可以快得非常「正確」，我搖下車窗，柔聲說：「您倒車快了些，怕我把您的車碰了，不好意思。」
接下來他的表情讓我有點驚訝，甚至可以說有點「不捨」。他呆住約莫三秒，浮現一種極度失落的神色，像是老虎眼見沒了獵物，賁張的虎鬚都向下垮掉；一場可以預期的吵架或是打架，就這麼憑空消失，在大街上逞逞威風的機會，就這麼隨著另一個「肉腳」的示弱而一去不回……
吵架，我那天沒心情，打架，我從來不參加，我感到一種奇異的抱歉。
哎！別誤會喔！這真的是我的親身經歷，不是在取笑某人的兒子欸！
【2008-02-19/聯合報/E3版/聯合副刊】
笑話轉載：演習視同作戰，所以得先寫遺書
0 個回應 11.07.2007這個是我在email收到的一則笑話，出處已不可考；若有人知道，還請告知。
===以下為轉載===
這是在我退伍前去演習時發生的事了
有一天，保防官過來交代：「你們下禮拜就要去演習了，叫阿兵哥各寫一封遺書跟家書，放假前長官要看。」
我：「怎麼跟我講啊？」
保防官：「你是代理輔導長啊。」
於是當我在晚點名時跟大家宣布了這件事，大家當然是幹聲連連。
老兵A：「X 的，要去演習就已經很幹了，還要寫這鬼東西。」
老兵B：「我已經2年沒寫過東西了，怎麼寫啊？」
我：「有寫就18，沒寫就08，這麼簡單；。等等各排各派一員到輔導長室拿信封。」想當然，有個討人厭的就來凹我寫了...
上士甲：「聽說你是中文系的啊？幫忙寫一下嘛。」
我：「怎麼寫都沒關係嘛?(奸笑)
上士甲:我就要退伍了,沒差啦
後來,有封遺書在長官檢查時出了包
在營五查時,被政戰主任叫去訓話的營輔很火
營輔:XXX,給我過來念你的遺書,大聲念!!!
上士甲:要是我死了,請幫我收集七龍珠讓我復活(全營大笑)
後來我們去演習,他退伍了,就沒在見過面了
聽說他最後在營期間 每個人都叫他龍珠
快退伍了心臟都比較大顆
但這種書 還是自己寫比較好 XD
read more “笑話轉載：演習視同作戰，所以得先寫遺書”
===以下為轉載===
這是在我退伍前去演習時發生的事了
有一天，保防官過來交代：「你們下禮拜就要去演習了，叫阿兵哥各寫一封遺書跟家書，放假前長官要看。」
我：「怎麼跟我講啊？」
保防官：「你是代理輔導長啊。」
於是當我在晚點名時跟大家宣布了這件事，大家當然是幹聲連連。
老兵A：「X 的，要去演習就已經很幹了，還要寫這鬼東西。」
老兵B：「我已經2年沒寫過東西了，怎麼寫啊？」
我：「有寫就18，沒寫就08，這麼簡單；。等等各排各派一員到輔導長室拿信封。」想當然，有個討人厭的就來凹我寫了...
上士甲：「聽說你是中文系的啊？幫忙寫一下嘛。」
我：「怎麼寫都沒關係嘛?(奸笑)
上士甲:我就要退伍了,沒差啦
後來,有封遺書在長官檢查時出了包
在營五查時,被政戰主任叫去訓話的營輔很火
營輔:XXX,給我過來念你的遺書,大聲念!!!
上士甲:要是我死了,請幫我收集七龍珠讓我復活(全營大笑)
後來我們去演習,他退伍了,就沒在見過面了
聽說他最後在營期間 每個人都叫他龍珠
快退伍了心臟都比較大顆
但這種書 還是自己寫比較好 XD
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