Tuesday, May 12, 2009

爸爸写的字

我是家里唯一一个不上中文学校的小孩,我上小学的时候看的都是 Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Roald Dahl 等等写的书。那时候爸爸就一直在写歌,在报纸上投稿,有时候还写一些歌评。。。

从小我就一直想看懂爸爸到底在写些什么,但因为没上中文学校这一切都没办法做。很多时候我还是会尝试去读但以我那时候的中文水平是不可能完全看得明白的。有时候只能让爸爸和妈妈读给我听。

到了中学,我开始听中文歌。还记得那时候听王菲,郭富城,黎明,张洪量等等。还记得一开始我习惯一边听一边用我自己明白的拼音方式写下歌词,一句一句慢慢背下来。背着背着也背了好几年!

2003年,我来到了上海工作。刚来的时候真的不太习惯。。。所有东西突然就变成了全中文!有时候到餐厅点饭都有点困难。记得有一次我打电话到上海邮政局要叫个快递到北京,那一次跟服务生电话上的对话是我这一生永远不会忘记的。

服务生: “你的全名”
我: “周采奕”
服务生:“什么周?”
我:“啊。。。喝。。。周呀!”
服务生:“是圈吉周吗?”
我:“哈??”(我马上问了公司的人,他们也不是很清楚。。。毕竟都是马来西亚人)
服务生: “是不是圈吉周?”

这时候公司的同事想了一下并且告诉我说应该是圈吉周!

我:“对,是圈吉周”
服务生:“是什么人啊!自己的姓是什么都不懂!”

2009年7月26日的那天就是我在上海整整六年了。到了今天也没有在有人说我自己的姓是什么都不懂了。我的中文水平就是你们现在看到的这样。不是特别好但也不差。

昨天我上爸爸公司的博客看了一下。看见爸爸在上面写了好几篇新的东西。。。看了以后我真的很开心,开心得我大声笑出来了!

这才是我学会中文最开心的事情。。。爸爸写的字,我都看明白了!!!

Monday, May 11, 2009

weird dreams....

i tend to have weird dreams every now and then....and i suddenly thought i should write them down...

dreams of being a murderer
to date, i think i have about 5 murderous dreams which started sometime last year. my friends find it disturbing when i tell them that i have dreams of myself being a murderer, actually to be more precise these dreams actually focus more on details of how i get rid of the body instead of really physically killing someone. the one thing that is consistent is the person whom i killed in my dreams has no reference to anyone i know. the other thing about my dreams are it's very very vivid...and very detailed...interesting?

story 1
one of the few which i remembered very very well occurred sometime mid of last year. the incident in the dream took place in taipei. i have a counterpart in this dream, this counterpart helped me to get rid of the body. no details of how we killed that person, no details of who that person was....my dream starts with us in a high rise flat in taipei. we are in a room with the dead body, police is about to reach the house. we were thinking very fast...finally we figured out what to do...we took the body out of the room and headed towards those rubbish dumping tunnel available in high buildings (those where you throw your rubbish and you can hear it sliding down)...we opened the rubbish tunnel cover and BANG there it goes, the body slides down. once that was done, we ran to the lift and managed to leave the building before the police arrived...and i woke up.

story 2
recently i have another dream....same thing, no identity of whom i killed but this time it was a man (a man with a wife actually). no details of how he was killed, but i've decided to cut his body into pieces (this actually reminds me of the novel OUT by Natsuo Kirino) and disposed it in difference places...the funniest thing in this dream was, the husband and wife was a newly wed and they are supposed to take some pictures together. but nobody in the room except me knew that the man is dead. i was praying that they will not find out....i was very relieved when someone in the room suggested that since we can't find the husband we can always take shots of the wife first and DI in the image of the husband at later stage when he's found (isn't this hilarious?!)...well, my dream continued with "a few years later"...everything is normal, nobody found out i killed the man.....and i woke up.

dreams of things being swapped around
just yesterday, i dreamt i was in a park with seats...i was there with a friend without identity in my dream, just someone that i know. we were sitting on the park seats and after a while we left. after a while i realised i didn't have my bag with me so i ran back to the park to where we were seated with hope that my bag is still there. upon reaching the seat, i saw my bag still lying on the grass...but it was open and my laptop sleeve is next to my bag. i reached out for the sleeve and found it's heavy...i'm very very happy, my laptop is still there! i opened the sleeve, took out the laptop and saw that its not my macbook; it has been swapped with i think it's either a samsung or toshiba!! still silver colour but not my macbook...i was devastated....

still yesterday, the laptop losing dream just carried on without further explanation on it. i headed home and when i reached home, i saw that something else has happened! my new white DAHON BYA 412 has turned into a black one!!! someone has swapped that as well....

some other weirder dreams
this dream is weird...very very weird (but people told me it means money coming in)...my dream opens with a static POV, no moving, no tracking, nothing....just static...what i saw was just a coffin with a little plaque placed on top of the coffin. i can't read what's on the plaque, it's just there. the same visual just stayed for a while and the dream ended...weird?