Wednesday, September 10, 2014

刮目相看




开斋节期间,我还在悉尼旅行。返隆之后,便赶紧捉住购物广场大削价的尾巴,选购衣服。

从试衣室出来,我满怀高兴地拿着自己满意的衣服,交给销售员开单子。销售员是个女的,约莫三十岁吧。起初以为她是马来友族,当我不经意发觉她开单子的桌面放着一本泰文书和一些写着泰文的纸张时,我才猜想她是个泰国人。仔细看,那本泰文书原来是一本学习英语会话的书籍,而那几张写有泰文和英文短句的纸,正是她的笔记。我会心一笑,犹如心窗旁栽种的小花朵看见阳光,奄然盛开。

想起有同事曾对我说,自己的英文很差,过后仿佛没任何“抢救”行动,偶尔仍听见同事提起。听同事说着说着,就过了好几年。我很想对同事说,临河而羡鱼,不如归家织网。若有心学习,语文是可以进步的。我从不信语文能够“很好”,我只信语文能够“掌握得好”,因为“语文很好”似达到了高峰却停顿了,而“语文掌握得好”是把学习语文当终身之事才能掌握。学习任何一种语文确实须要超级多的耐性和胆量,愿意多花点儿时间,获得的就多一点儿,当然,首要条件是别让文字吓着。

我自认英文仍学得不好,达不到我心目中的基本要求,但是我不会羡慕能够拿着英文小说阅读的人,因为我深信,有没有能力阅读是在于我要不要。读不明白大不了翻词典,把意思写下,把有用的词汇占为己有;若还读不明白,再推敲、重读。用的时间比别人长了,但我毕竟读完了,而且有收获。写不好英文字句,多查几本词典、多参考几个网站、多斟酌、多请教,花的时间比别人多了,但我完成了,而且学得更多。

我自认英语说得不好,稍不谨慎,发音也出错,但我还是会找机会说。发音不准确,大不了像学汉语发音般,从零开始,把国际音标一一熟读、牢记;再大不了,给愿意指教的朋友纠正。成笑话、记性子要更强是在所难免,总有一天,我还是会说好。

学语文,至今我还是抱持一种态度—— 疑所不知,疑所知;查所不知,查所知。知之,勇于纠正之,推广之,不讳日常写之说之。倏忽很想与这位在为我服务的女销售员分享学英文的经验,但不善辞令的我含住了这股热情。女销售员开了单子之后,把衣服折好,放回透明的塑料包装袋子内,带着笑容交给我,彬彬有礼地向我说“Thank you”。虽然说得战战兢兢,但却令我刮目相看。


《星洲日报》< 星云 > ,2015年4月2日。
 

Monday, August 11, 2014

The Most Eccentric Person I Know




       Photograph by Ray Ng KT


Life is strange because we cannot predict what will happen in the following couple of minutes. Maybe life itself needs a strange person to cooperate, to construct an alluring scenery.

The questions are: What makes a person look eccentric? What is the definition of “unconventional behaviour”? Things that most of the people do are considered as convention. To be honest, it is not a fair phenomenon but it is really a mode that is embedded in everybody’s mind.

I do not know whether I should categorise him as the most eccentric person, but in the eyes of his classmates and friends, he is.

He is my best friend since I was a child. We lived in the same flat in our hometown. What a coincidence it is that we were born in the same year and on the same day. Furthermore, we were classmates throughout our study life. I always think that he is special because he has a dual personality. Most of the time, he is introverted, enjoys silence and prefers to be alone, whereas to a certain extent, he enjoys speaking and giving renditions.

I still remember when we were in primary school, in an art lesson, the teacher asked us to break some eggshells and paste them on a drawing paper in order to form a picture, and then coloured it. He used three weeks to complete that homework. Everyone was shocked when the teacher put his work on the board because he had smashed the eggshells into the tiny pieces. Of course, he got the highest mark for that piece of art.

When he was in secondary school, he used to wrap his things such as pencil case and calculator in plastic before put into his bag. According to him, he wanted his things to be preserved all the time. After his stuff getting older and older, he realised that nothing is immortal.

He and I went to Kuala Lumpur after Form Six to further our study in a college. Gradually, he spoke more in the class and became more silent while he was in his room. He stayed in a dormitory for four years until his graduation. During this period of time, he immersed himself into a sea of books. Every day he woke up at 5:30 a.m. to wash his clothes and clean himself up, I think he was the earliest resident in his level of dormitory. Different from others, his door was always closed and his shoes were kept inside the room because he believed that the room was his castle and things that out of his sight were not safe.

Although almost all of the students like to chat at mamak stalls at night, he was not on the fad. He only went out once a week for amusement like watching movies and shopping to release his pressure. Furthermore, he seldom went out with friends.

It is worth to be mentioning that his college individual projects were done by using typewriter, since he did not bring his computer to Kuala Lumpur. His lecturers and classmates were astonished. He was the only one who used an “antique” to produce the contemporary works.

Now and forever, I think he will be my best companion. He has been living deep inside of me. Every day I meet him in the mirror. When I comb my hair, he will comb his hair; when I grin at him, he will grin at me.


Mamak stalls: Food stalls that operated by Indians whose religion is Islam. Most of the stalls are at the road side and the business hours are usually until the time after midnight.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

世界杯足球赛收




嘘…… 赌球的,请别高调喧哗
也勿大惊小怪
足球    已粘连太多外来物质            笨拙
原本灵活的球            只有健康、友谊和荣耀
却要带上        赌风和卜基的干预
还有    商家、球迷和伪球迷的彩妆
竞技的旨趣仍在?
模糊    模糊    模糊
精彩绝伦的足球赛
莫过于            它的精神所在



 

“足球比赛本来应该很单纯,在加入许多额外的元素以后,它变得复杂起来;本来属于个别球员为国争光的一场比赛,在媒体商家球迷卜基的介入以后,它变得像一出肥皂剧,演的人越来越夸张,看的人也越来越紧张;而在激情过后,大概大家都会立刻忘记这些事情。”—— 林建文《球迷、伪球迷及卜基》