也許就如Wislawa Symborska 的“Love at first sight”一詩裡所描述。故事序幕大多始於無色無味之中，在你我他於人群裡前前後後、迂迂迴迴的探戈之中便已展開序幕。戲中的你我他都不知道那一幕是插曲還是戲肉。這一句你好是否一個新的開始，還是為誰的告別繡下了伏線？每每都不可猜測，在一低頭、一透氣，甚麼也沒有發生的一刻，歷史又為誰地動天搖了。
Wislawa Symborska 如是說：
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.”
第一次讀到Wislawa Symborska 的“Love at first sight”是2003年看《向左走向右走》一戲，我還是個爛漫地依戀著金城武的小女生。彈指之間十年過去了，我的生活裡換過許多舞台和佈景，這首詩箇中玄機方才略略鋪開。略懂略懂。
If a sudden gust of wind,
caresses you by the little fountain in a foreign city you travel to,
if it gently reminds you of our ways.
Believe me, i was and am there.
I once traveled many a place with you in the world through my imagination,
in the wee small hours of the mornings.
should a sudden gust of wind clings onto the corners of your sleeves,
should a drop of Bordeaux wine stains the collar of your shirt,
should a warm beam of the morning sun dwindles on your cheek.
They are all me,
they are the longings of my little finger, my lips and my palm.
To stroke you with love in the most tender form plausible.
If they ever remind you of me,
they are all me.
to enjoy the crisp of the autumn,
to sip drinks more slowly,
to turn more pages of books,
to send timely thank you notes,
to get lost with friends,
to forget something important,
to laugh with the voice in the head,
to undertake new adventures,
to squeeze between events.
to water a new plant,
to befriend with stranger’s dogs,
to steal one of their dogs,
to fall across a sidetrack,
to be startled by an expected surprise,
to catch smirks with the twinkle in my eyes,
to keep a journal of truth,
to be what i seek,
to highlight my readings with spilled coffee,
to rekindle on St. Swithun’s day.
(to be continued)
Unar coffee in tai hang.
for they sing a song that only you can hear.
What the Jump Buck has Taught Me
There are many lessons that i have learnt during the 11 years i spent in my mother school, Good Hope School. There were uncountable polaroid moments i shared with my friends which have given me strength and wisdom later in life. But no lesson has come as unannounced and memorable as the one the jump buck has taught me.
For our sports classes, we were given a wide arrays of sports events to try. There was this relatively uninteresting jump buck exam that happened every year from F.1 to F.5. It started off easy in F.1, a height that was slightly lower than the girls’ waist. With a little help from the spring board, everyone hopped by with no trouble. Then year by year, the teacher replaced it with a taller buck. I remember the gasp in my classmates face when the teacher pulled out our final buck in F.5. It was the taller amongst all and was taller than most of the girls’ chest. Instantly, this thought came to everyone’s head “I cannot do it.”
We were given a month to train ourselves into hopping over it before we were put to exam. It was a jump or fail exam and since it didn’t account for a huge portion of our final grade, some girls gave up trying instantly. A few of the athletes from the school team managed it gracefully. I can’t recall all the trials and errors i have experimented with that buck. I have fallen hard, missed the moment to jump and it seemed insurmountable every time i fail. And one time , in a moment that i have not been able to recall for years, i just did it. Since then i was able to do it continuously.
What the buck taught me was - “Once you ran over it, you won’t understand why you thought it was impossible.” Now, every time when i think i cannot do something, I conjure a visual image of the buck and it always gives me an instant dosage of console and relief.
To whatever challenge in life you are facing, one day you will look back in hindsight and cannot relate to the reason why it took you so long to overcome it.
Everything is surmountable, you are just yet to find out how.