I say: Quotidian

My Saturday

Sun, 28 May 2006 01:37:30 GMT

Waking up at 9:50 sounds reasonable on a Saturday morning. Or does it, after you'd spent the whole Friday working on your paper and then got too excited about having finally put a full stop at it so you went surfing and chatting till 2am as a celebration ? The answer is that the bio clock is still ticking and you should be happy about it. So I surrendered and got up.

The cupboard was running out of decent food, but no worry, I was prepared. Knowing myself well, it would kill me to crawl a good 400 metres to the bakery on a Saturday morning, I thoughtfully picked a burger at Quick on my way home yesterday, the idea of heating it in a pan had made me laugh. So I swallowed a cheesy LongSunset (1/3 cold) with coffee for my breakfast.

Since I never have time to go to the bank on week days, I decided to take advantage of a free Saturday and pay those lazy people a visit. The reception lady looked charming, but not as helpful as I'd expected. Hi, I demanded a virement earlier this month, but according to my account, it didn't really go through, could you please tell me what's going on ? I handed her the receipt and she turned to the computer. 30 seconds later, Ohh..I'm afraid I can't have details of the operation here for clients from other agencies, sorry. But you're the same bank for christ's sake ! This's how you call The Chain Services ?! So I left the bank, still having no idea when the money would be off my account.

They say distance doesn't stop you to see a friend, although it does make it harder. All of my friends are located to the east of Paris, leaving me alone on the west side. I took a journey to visit Aline this afternoon, it had been a while since the David reunion, both of us missed each other. She was on video call with her boyfriend when I arrived, I used to join them on their dates and became quite acquainted with this guy. She then turned the webcam at me as I stepped into her room.
- Hon, see who's here ! Do you think she gained or lost weight ? (Why this question ?)
- Euuuuh....fatter ? (.....alright.)
- Hey !! How could you call a girl fat ?! (oh com'on..who asked the question at the first place huh..)
I'm already used to this kind of conversation, it's just typical Aline, I was happy that my good friend hadn't changed at all. We had a little chitchat, I insisted that we played Hai Dai Chuan (Seaweed game) before I took off. It's a hilarious game I just learned from zoomy, it seems to be quite popular in the mainland for the moment. The rules are simple, two players stand face to face, they can put hands over the head, in front of the chest or below the hip, one of them say "hai dai ah HAI DAI" and choose his/her position, the other one should choose at the same time a different position, or he/she loses the game. The game is called Seaweed coz both of the player should twist their bodies like a seaweed during the game. Aline and I only played two rounds, she had to prepare for her big speech on Monday, plus we laughed too hard to continue the game.

It was still early when I left Aline's place, time to hit a movie, I suggested myself. The new ciné city in La Defense was my option. There was a Starbucks on my way to the cinema, the ads of their new banana Frappacino caught my full attention, I failed to pass it w/o consuming. The movie was about to start when I finally made it to the entrance with a cup of Frappacino. The girl of the cinema looked at me hesitatingly, I thought she was gonna ask me to show her my card, but it was not her intention. Sorry, you have to finish that before entering the hall. Said she, not looking sorry at all. ARE YOU KIDDING ME ???? It's just a cup of coffee, not a cup of durian !!! Even if it's a load of durian, I DON'T CARE !!! I used to bring sandwichs and yogurt to other cinemas, were people there blind ???? No use to argue with her, I threw the ticket and left, didn't want to swallow a cup of icy coffee over a free movie.

No more mood to wander around, I went to take the metro. It was at there I bumped into Mr Fnac, again. Mr Fnac was the shopping assistant I met last time when I intended to buy an USB antenna at Fnac. He answered bunches of my questions patiently, but only to find at the last moment that the CD-ROM of my laptop no longer worked and the memory wasn't enough to run the programme. Ok, to be honest, I was a little shocked by the price. He tried to talk me into this deal by many solutions, I said I would think about it and then ducked out. Shortly after, he caught me window shopping at the same mall, he'd finished his work and changed the clothes by then. He told me to really think about it and wished me a good evening. I was like...hehehehe ok I will, thanks..and left as quickly I could.

So this was the third time in two weeks, no wonder they are enlarging La Defense, there's a huge chance to get yourself into this kind of awkward situation. He sat down right in front of me, asked me if I'd bought the antenna (eventually), I then repeated my "contraintes techniques".
- No no, there's a new antenna who fits perfectly your situation !
- Oh really ? How much is it ? (Actually I couldn't care less.)
- ....€ (since I couldn't care less, so I don't remember the price he said.)
- mmmm...sounds interesting, I'll think about it. (Magical phrase, works everytime.)
Then we blablahed a little until I got off the metro, luckily I lived only 3 stations away from La Defense.

Spent the whole evening watching FRIENDS for the Nth time but after a longtime, had a good laugh. It's such a life-saver...

So this was my Saturday, a non-typical one though.

Like a nomad 游牧族

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 12:46:41 GMT

因为实习的地方离老嘎的家实在太远，我暂时在公司附近租了间陋室。初春的天气虽然还带有些许寒意，但一条薄被就能打发，我的大多杂物仍旧留在乡下，拖了一个小行李箱就这么住进了讷伊。

新“家”一没网络二没电话，关了门就有点与世隔绝的味道，我的Q劲就在这种时候蹦出来，所谓两耳不闻窗外事，一心只读圣贤书。也真的是没有事情做，Ensemble c’est tout被我在两周内啃完，这是第一本我从头到底读完的 “自己的”外文书，之前的N本都只有买书时的豪情。现在是一发不可收拾了，地铁里、巴士上、站台边、甚至是La Defense的自动楼梯上都可能看到一个拎着饭盒的小姑娘另一只手抓着本书读着。巴黎各处的自动扶梯一般都分两道，赶路的人在左道腾云驾雾般的爬，右道站着老弱病幼懒。我一般都是爬的，特别是上班高峰的时候，但在La Defense从地铁换巴士必经之路的这路自动扶梯两道的人都站着不动，我每每纳闷为何办公区的人反而如此慵懒，在我赶时间的早成，纳闷就变成郁闷，貌似啃书的我早已在心中把堵路的人骂了个狗血淋头。

扯远了，回归正题。由于我只带了日常用品和若干件替换衣物，最重要的是那里没有网络，我每个周末仍旧千里迢迢回到老嘎家里，有点以前住校的感觉。把脏衣服扔进洗衣篮里，干净的衣服装进包里再带走，自从老嘎声称自己是家庭主男之后，我没少成全他，毫无愧疚之意。当然，在他笑嘻嘻的把染成奇怪粉色的吊带衫呈现在我眼前时，我也只好把泪水咽到肚子里去。他懒惰起来我也只好连续穿同一件衣服。大麦经常说，自己懒就不要怪人家！其实我是真的真的不知道怎么用他家的洗衣机 T-T

几周过后，我在两边都扔了些东西，就经常会发现重要的东西没有带过来或者带过去，然后再要多跑一个来回。每到周末我就开始犹豫是否要回趟乡下，一周没有碰到老嘎，偶尔还是需要联络下感情的，关照一下他脆弱的神经，伊到现在还觉得我是讨厌他才“逃”出去的。好吧，我就每周末扛着笔记本和一陀衣服往来与城乡之间。刚到讷伊会有陌生感，现在一周没回乡下，在自己的床上会睡不着。老嘎一个人住就彻底简单化，家里几乎没有食品储备，我基本上都是吃了晚饭再去哪儿，第二天爬起来就走人，回到讷伊再吃早饭，期间痛苦只有自己明了。

人家听说了还会赞道，真好啊，有那么多家。其实家多了，也不知道到底哪里是家了。

Life style or life challenge ? 行为风格还是人生挑战？

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 00:14:52 GMT

考试结束了，下周开始上班，人生就是这样打一仗换一个战场，想起大麦老爹的名言：有命不革，要命何用。但这究竟是别人的选择还是我们的义务？

想换学校，换专业，这个时候愈发觉得自己墨水储备不足。人家学校要求学生具备：

- 丰富的国际学术和职业背景

- 优秀的语言能力

我皱眉，再打开历届被录取的学生们的简历一看，立刻拿出纸巾来擦汗。看来如果想瞄这块靶子，事先该有好多事情要做了。这是我的选择，还是我的无奈？也许有时候这是两样相伴相生的东西。不过无论如何，能够为自己做决定仍然是件幸福的事情。