<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594</id><updated>2011-10-10T12:33:37.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>"I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has mastered his Self. ...No other teachings will attract me, since this man's teachings have not done so." - Siddhartha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;雖然只是短暫的離別，但仍足以把我所有的負面情緒牽引出來，搞個大爆發。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;日日思君不見君，共飲長江水。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你說得對：這份工作是適合我的，我只是暫時未能適應工作帶來的負面情緒而已。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想起你主動為我按摩。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;主動洗衣，掠衣，洗碗碟，靜靜地為我煮好滾水。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;每次行山，你總替我背足夠的水。兩個人共3公升，夠你重的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我迷路，方寸大亂，你定會耐心聽我說，一次又一次安慰我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你會記得，在很多很多個月前，我曾經順口提過喜歡一些什麼。你送給我的時候，連我自己也忘記了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你需要的，只是在忙碌和憤怒的時候，給你一點空間，支持和體諒。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;要跟這樣的你離別，就算只是短暫的日子，又如何捨得？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你還未離開，我已經開始想你了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;二、黑夜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在銅鑼灣一間廿四小時營業的超級市場門外，我看見了你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;黑色的及腰長直髮，黑色的緊身衣和黑色的長褲。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;缺乏焦點的眼光。呆滯的神情。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我知道，你每天晚上都會這樣跑出來。漫無目的地閒蕩。從零晨十二時多到早上四、五時。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;超級市場，便利店和公廁等廿四小時開放的地方都有你的踪影。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然後你回家，在白天蒙頭大睡。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你不願意想，不願意面對，不願意講，也拒絕別人改變你的生活。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;連藥，你也不願意吃。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很難想像你腦袋裏藏著多少痛苦，以及多強烈地感到被世界虧欠。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;這樣的生活過了一年多，不累嗎？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;真的，我很想把你的長髮一把剪掉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;三、走路&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很期望明天，在大自然中流一身汗，讓清風撫平我的心情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;無論起床那刻是多麼的痛苦。完成路程後，那種快感足以讓我支撐一星期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;心中的五味架，在大自然中一步步放下。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然後騰出空間，盛載鳥語花香。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-859624776214190671?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-4897717574783623193</id><published>2008-09-09T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:09:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>田雞</title><content type='html'>香港這隻田雞，真的煮到熟透了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;近來與同事們閒談，才發現不少同事不知道梁家騮是親建制派人士。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不少朋友在地區直選投泛民，在功能組別投了一些號稱獨立無宗派，標謗年輕開明的候選人，到現在仍然不知道他們親手把一名保皇黨送進議會。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;從籌備選舉開始，政府以及中聯辦一直在背後施展一雙無形大手，調控建制派參選的人選，名單數目，製造所謂獨立的隱形保皇黨... 等等等等，在選戰未開始之前已開始調控選舉結果。郭家麒說得好：「他們要動員三個人打我一個，証明我的影響力不容忽視。」&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一直認為功能組別議員必須在專業以外更闊的範疇代表自己。經過這次選舉，才發現大部份擁有雙重投票權的所謂專業人士連這也不懂。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我猜，中央政府會讓香港推行普選的。特首也好，立法會也好。只要遊戲規則的控制權不在選民手上。給你一張票過過老闆癮，有何相干？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;這種雞肋，正是促使我支持社民連的主因。我不希望香港這隻田雞被完完全全煮熟透。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我曾經說過，與其在香港溫水煮田雞，乾脆認命移民新加坡，投奔一個成功的獨裁政府。現在可能不用了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-4897717574783623193?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4897717574783623193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=4897717574783623193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/4897717574783623193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/4897717574783623193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='田雞'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-5674962748879964507</id><published>2008-08-15T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:33:36.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>相安無事</title><content type='html'>今晚我把一個六十一歲，瘋了四十三年的長洲老伯送進了精神病院。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自從十八歲開始，老伯天天遊蕩，在街胡亂睡，在食店和垃圾箱撿吃的，不吃家人做的飯，也不會洗澡保持個人衛生。在三十歲時他得了肺炎需要留院治療，康復後被送進青山醫院，住了一年，精神狀況改善很多。出院後，他沒有覆診，也沒有再服藥；轉眼間回復隨街遊蕩的生活，並且一過三十年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這三十年來，老伯一個人住在一間小屋的閣仔裏。閣仔裏什麼也沒有，只有滿地的排泄物。白天老伯會在長洲的大街小巷上遊蕩，撿地上的煙屁股抽煙，在垃圾箱找食物和汽水，在路邊小店隨手拿食物。累了，老伯會回到閣仔睡一睡，休息夠了，再出來走走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老伯有一個哥哥，一個姐姐，一個妹妹。哥哥一樣是精神病患者，每天會做飯給老伯，但是老伯從來不吃。沙士那年，這位哥哥死了。姐姐住長洲，妹妹住南丫島，跟老伯各有各生活。每過數月，外展社工就會約好警察，一起幫老伯洗澡。整個長洲的警察和居民都認識老伯，三十年來相安無事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這兩個月來，服務老伯的社服機構轉變了。新的機構立即請瑪麗精神科外展醫生開會，決定老伯急需精神科治療，於是會合警方，就在今天晚上把老伯送來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;運用簡單的程序，我把老伯送到精神病院接受治療。在踏出急症室那一刻，我腦子迷糊了。人都逃不出生老病死，生活好歹都是一樣過；這位老伯最環保，最少浪費，沒有煩惱，自得其樂。究竟我們有什麼原因，要改變他過了三十年相安無事的生活？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的腦筋，一下子轉不過來了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-5674962748879964507?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5674962748879964507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=5674962748879964507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/5674962748879964507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/5674962748879964507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_15.html' title='相安無事'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-7452914824402746374</id><published>2008-08-05T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:49:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>囍帖街</title><content type='html'>聽這首歌，頭一句就令我哭了。&lt;br /&gt;腦裏浮現一個又一個病人的畫面。&lt;br /&gt;他們一段又一段令人心碎的故事。&lt;br /&gt;縱管我也心碎過，我也康復過，我也是過來人。&lt;br /&gt;在和他們傾談時，我的情緒也沒有受到影響。&lt;br /&gt;反之，我很能理解他們的心情。&lt;br /&gt;對所謂的「怨婦」也能做到多點理解，少點歧視。&lt;br /&gt;不過，聽到這段歌詞，加上溫婉的旋律，動人的歌聲，真的哭得相當悽涼。&lt;br /&gt;然後，暗暗竊喜自己還懂得哭。不知這種情懷，還可以承受多少歲月的磨蝕？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不需要你提醒我，放工後要完全忘記病人的事，否則幫不到病人。&lt;br /&gt;對我來說，只是包容痛楚，理解接受，和發洩處理的問題。&lt;br /&gt;工作不投入，處理情緒就變得毫無血肉。要是投入了，放工後不可能立即關機抺掉。反之，應學懂處理自己的情緒。&lt;br /&gt;這晚哭得很暢快。謝謝Eric Kwok，Wyman和謝安琪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01　囍帖街&lt;br /&gt;作曲：Eric Kwok&lt;br /&gt;填詞：黃偉文&lt;br /&gt;編曲：Eric Kwok&lt;br /&gt;監製：Eric Kwok&lt;br /&gt;主唱：謝安琪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉種過的花　重新的出發　放棄理想吧&lt;br /&gt;別再看　塵封的喜帖　你正在要搬家&lt;br /&gt;築得起　人應該接受　都有日倒下&lt;br /&gt;其實沒有一種安穩快樂　永遠也不差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就似這一區　曾經稱得上　美滿甲天下&lt;br /&gt;但霎眼　全街的單位　快要住滿烏鴉&lt;br /&gt;好景不會每日常在　天梯不可只往上爬&lt;br /&gt;愛的人　沒有一生一世嗎　大概不需要害怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉愛過的他　當初的喜帖金箔印著那位他&lt;br /&gt;裱起婚紗照那道牆及一切美麗舊年華　明日同步拆下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉有過的家　小餐枱沙發雪櫃及兩份紅茶&lt;br /&gt;溫馨的光境不過借出到期拿回嗎 　等不到下一代　是嗎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉砌過的沙　回憶的堡壘　剎那已倒下&lt;br /&gt;面對這　墳起的荒土　你註定學會瀟灑&lt;br /&gt;階磚不會拒絕磨蝕　窗花不可幽禁落霞&lt;br /&gt;有感情　就會一生一世嗎　又再惋惜有用嗎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉愛過的他　當初的喜帖金箔印著那位他&lt;br /&gt;裱起婚紗照那道牆及一切美麗舊年華　明日同步拆下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉有過的家　小餐枱沙發雪櫃及兩份紅茶&lt;br /&gt;溫馨的光境不過借出到期拿回嗎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終須會時辰到　別怕　請放下手裡那鎖匙　好嗎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-7452914824402746374?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7452914824402746374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=7452914824402746374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7452914824402746374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7452914824402746374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='囍帖街'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-758111516669245599</id><published>2008-07-07T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:13:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week MO</title><content type='html'>First week MO...&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I was soooo used to not using my brain during work as a houseman.&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly put HO instead of MO on my case notes.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on answering the nurses when they are calling for the houseman in ward.&lt;br /&gt;Striving hard to remember my patients' names and faces, and to understand their mental state.&lt;br /&gt;And why do patients keep on nagging when they first see a new doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wards, you just feel that schizophrenia is a disastrous disease.&lt;br /&gt;But in the OPDs, you realise how miraculous antipsychotics can sometimes be (well, the RIGHT one with the RIGHT dosage).&lt;br /&gt;Depressive and manic patients can become better. (Though you expect relapses)&lt;br /&gt;Generally, there IS hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very devastating to think about the twentieth change in antipsychotic for the same schizophrenic patient especially when I have just taken up this case for a few days. I know absolutely nothing about antipsychotics except that it's some kind of pill for psychotic patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more devastating to think about the coming Team Round tomorrow at 10am. My first team round. Defence mechanism already coming up -- Avoidance. Preoccupation with unrelated matters. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the first week on the start of becoming a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic. (Lots of negative cognition, you would say, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-758111516669245599?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/758111516669245599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=758111516669245599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/758111516669245599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/758111516669245599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-week-mo.html' title='First week MO'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-5142902091680193743</id><published>2008-07-01T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:37:10.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today is not the day of reunion, nor the day of strike. Today is the day of oath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippocratic Oath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Modified in 1964 by Louis Lasagna, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Academic Dean of the School of Medicine at Tufts University&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written in 1964 by Louis Lasagna, Academic Dean of the School of Medicine at Tufts University, and used in many medical schools today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-5142902091680193743?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5142902091680193743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=5142902091680193743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>靜‧第二天‧之二</title><content type='html'>到現在，每一次想起父親，仍禁不住流淚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者是因為在醫院工作吧，我常常遇見很多生命的無常。五分鐘前還在走著路的中年男子，被手上抱著沉重的夾萬軋到雙腳，一雙腿齊告折斷，做了無數次的手術，從嬰兒般從新開始學走路，康復過程整整一年有多，最後還是要用輪椅代步。很多時候，看著病床上的病患，我總覺得有一天我的父親或母親會像他們一樣；有一天，我所愛的人會像他們一樣，躺在病床上，淹淹一息。每想到這裏，我就很害怕。我害怕看見他們這樣。我害怕面對他們老去的事實。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但他們真的老了。父親的身體愈來愈瘦，肩膀彎起來了。母親的牙愈來愈無力，開始嚼不動較硬的東西了。母親的右臀開始痛，父親的膝蓋咯咯作響。每次想到這裏，我就禁不住眼淚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那種感覺很無助。正因為我唸醫科，我清楚很多老人大小毛病並不容易治癒。在政府醫院裏，這類麻煩但不致命的小毛病比比皆是，很多時候我們只會給一些止痛藥什麼的搪塞著然後逃之夭夭我們不會也不懂得治療根源。但面對父母，他們的投訴如同訴說著醫生女兒的無能。試想想，父親的膝蓋退化，或者是母親的梨狀肌痛(piriformis syndrome)，又有何根治的方法？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想父母老去。因過往的成長經歷，我自問未享夠父母之愛，家庭之樂。我更是剛剛加入社會，未盡孝道反哺父母。欠下這麼多，怎麼能夠還？一生也數不盡的恩情，怎麼能回報？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-4016569376952054301?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-4199179066501800760</id><published>2008-03-27T13:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:59:47.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>靜‧第二天</title><content type='html'>11AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看過團契的網頁，往團室跑過一回以後，我發現，薪火似乎已經相傳——當然，不是由我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還記得當年走進中大團契的團室，馬上有一種家的感覺。那裏的人很歡迎我，跟我說很多讓我眼界大開的事情。他們說在苦難中不一定要認為這是天父給的挑戰和成長機會，你不用欺騙自己——登時讓我生出了對團契的歸屬感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然後，我每天放學都到團室，看滿室的書，做家課，幫手做些剪剪貼貼，參加活動，也自己籌辦活動。&lt;br /&gt;天空，突然之間擴大了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;發現聖經原來有這麼多個版本。原來看聖經還有歷史人文的角度。原來了解前文後理是這樣重要。原來實踐教義不只是輕輕讓一個座（那只是童軍式的日行一善），而是一生不捨的付出，行公義，好憐憫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來耶穌的要求這樣可怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於是我們說著恩典。我們說恩典不只是永生，不只是未來的，而是現在每一刻都在身邊的。在祈求而不得的時候，我們說著要等待，說要學習求的功課。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愈來愈鄙夷所思了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自圓其說的一套，講到底只剩下一個信字。我找不到相信的理由。&lt;br /&gt;要求愈清晰，愈需要信心和恩典。看清楚這是一個infinite loop之後，我選擇離開。&lt;br /&gt;如果只有信者得救的話，或者由得我沉淪？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能，我說只是可能，如果我沒有參加中大團契，我不會離開這個宗教。&lt;br /&gt;悲哀嗎？其實也不一定。起碼在中大團契學到的很多價值觀，套用BF的說法，確實有天國的眼光。要求實行最底工資，了解在港的少數族裔；甚至在你給錢一個乞丐之前，也要問一句你是在幫助他，還是幫助自己。我們經常強調天國是怎樣的，社會應該是怎樣的，我們卻無力在地上活出我們所說的，甚至連在一個自私自利的社會裏做一個自私自利的人，我們也不懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為我們跟本不懂社會，只是活在虛構的幻想中。我們甚至不懂提供解法方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;結果是什麼？公義要求升上了天，浮浮的不著地，無法和生活連結起來，人就撕裂了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這一切都是虛空。日光之下無新事，我怎麼如此傻？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再想一下，或者事情沒這麼糟。&lt;br /&gt;其實團契讓我獲益良多。我眼裏的世界闊了，大了，多元化了，也實實在在地發現原來有那麼多不同的人，不同的事情，不斷地在發生。踏入社會以後，這些價值觀仍然深深地影響著我。沒有團契，我不會有這些改變。&lt;br /&gt;至於對聖經論著的理解，查經釋經的方法，我是想不到什麼實際的用途的了。反而，我是有機會多看看這本集歷史智慧道德愛情預言神蹟於一身的經典。這幾年的經歷也讓我對其他宗教產生了較大的興趣。不過本性懶惰，　吃好睡，還未收拾得起心情好好研讀一下儒釋道各式各樣的典藉。&lt;br /&gt;至於宗教本身，我想暫時是不會重拾基督教的了。一個自圓其說的系統，我仍未找到相信的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天文章的結論令我自己也驚訝。我還以為經過一天細想，我能解開團契經歷形成的心結，再對這個宗教抱開放態度。結果我發現，高空不著地的要求以及其所產生的壓力早就不是障礙；反而，我最抗拒重新走進那套密不透風的思考模式。五年前我在blog裏寫過一篇文章，內容大概是發現基督教最重要，亦是唯一的支撐就是「相信」。那時候我選擇信，但心裏揮之不去地感到這個支持點太薄弱。四年級的時候我選擇離開，心裏暗暗知道這個薄弱的支持點終於撐不住了。信從何來？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問題回到了很基本的「你為何要信」。很清楚，如果相信的原因只在個人層面，那麼要我相信十分困難。我在網上找到《你為何要信》，但在看到第二音章的時候就放棄了。公式的答案，公式的証據。但我卻意外地找到一本書，《&lt;a href="http://www.ccgn.nl/xydhl/index.html"&gt;信仰對話錄&lt;/a&gt;》，裏面是多名中國學者對基督教信仰的書面對談，對話者是一位深信不疑的基督徒學者，和十多位先後到了外國的中國學者。他們對信仰，生死，國家，民主，提出了深刻的反思和體會。這本書看很比較暢快。是尋找的開始嗎？可能是。放棄了孤獨流浪了嗎？或者吧。起碼，我是很清楚，暫時一個人走下去還是可以的，長時間就未必可以了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-4199179066501800760?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-1397216457287197391</id><published>2008-03-26T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:30:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>靜‧第一天</title><content type='html'>靜‧第一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要舒適的想事情，還是回到了熟悉的中大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離開了中大不夠一年，這裏對我來說還是熟悉的地方。我的父母也是這裏的舊生，不知道三十多年過去，他們仍覺得這裏是熟悉的地方嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我父母的緣份是由中大開始的。他們在這裏相識，相愛，結婚；也在這裏認識了一班到現在還有聯繁的朋友。我們也是在這裏相識，相愛，打算在這裏結婚；也在這裏認識了一班到現在還有聯繁的朋友。父母在在聯合書院畢業，我也在聯合書院畢業。父母是專業人仕，我也是。父母是這樣無形地強烈地影響著子女，這點我絕對認同。這麼多年來，我是多麼努力地追隨著他們的步伐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我父母是嬰兒潮的一代。那一代人出生在資源缺乏，普遍貧窮的年代。他們半工讀，念夜校，天天做家務照顧年幼弟妹，晚晚到酒樓的後門拾剩菜剩飯。他們沒有電視，沒有玩具。但是他們只要願意努力，沒有什麼是他們不能逹到的。因為沒有錢讀書，他們年年考中獎學金。他們從三十多歲開始已經晋身管理級別，他們的薪金隨著股市飛揚，他們的事業建立在處處機遇的年代，他們在白紙上親手繪出香港的籃圖，他們首先建立香港的規範。到現在，這群人還沒有完全退下來。他們仍掌握著管理香港的實權。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我則出生在富足的八十年代。除了六四，基本上沒有什麼不平坦不順暢的東西。我衣食飽足，我天天看美少女戰士，有工人接送往返最好的小學中學，跟昂貴的老師學鋼琴。我有成箱的玩具和衣服，除了家課以外我沒有其他工作要做。可是，比起他們，我自覺無可誇的東西。我成長並不艱苦，我不用半工讀，我不用為了學費而努力考獎學金，我不需要半小時內煮好十人份的飯。我只有平凡的童年，平凡的成長，平凡的進大學，畢業後成為社會中平凡而不懂事的一個細路。我甚至有想過成為人質，成為強奸受害者，或者成為交通意外的受害者，讓我在艱辛以後有事情可誇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身為長輩的你搖頭，說我身在福中不知福。但安德烈（注：龍應台之子，詳看《親愛的安德烈》）說得對，這一代缺少了一些什麼。或許就是因為過份的幸福和順利。我們最大的痛苦莫過於考會考和失戀，或者是比賽中失利了，甚至只是在網上丟失了一些「武器」；比起從幾歲大就懂事地挑起家庭重擔走進社會工作，這都是些過於浪漫的玩意。長輩們搖頭，說怎麼這一代的孩子如斯脆弱，開始問自己什麼做得不夠好，然後帶孩子去參加歷奇，或者是黃埔軍校。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不認同歷奇或者黃埔軍校可以令孩子更堅強。嬰兒潮一代生活艱苦但機遇處處，任何事情只要肯做就是第一名，人人積極向上。八九十年代的孩子生活舒適但事事被安排，一雙雙權威的眼睛看得緊緊的，我們沒有能力推翻上一代，只會小心翼翼聽教聽話因循了事。身處在受保護的環境，自然成為受保護的動物。這就是我們如此Naive的原因。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;長輩們喜歡設立獎項。他們認為獎項能成為新一代努力奮鬥的目標。我每次看見都覺得好可笑。用標語設計比賽去推廣尊重知識產權，順帶提升學生們的中文能力嗎？多美好的幻想。最有名的學校裏最優秀的學生會用十五分鐘的時間寫出標語，參加比賽拿取獎項然後加到他的櫥櫃裏，這已是他第六十七個標語比賽冠軍了。他老早就認識知識產權，他的中文能力一向都很好，回家以後他會和平常一樣Foxy他喜歡的流行曲。中文不好的學生壓根兒就不會知道什麼標語創作比賽，就算知道，他只會嗤之以鼻。長輩們的好意，心領了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;獎項只是讓本來就很棒的學生更棒的工具。這東西我也利用過不少。但這些對我後來加入社會沒有多大的用處。社會是一個全然不同的環境。裏面唯一的規範就是法律，但在法律之內有很大的空間，讓各式各樣的人做各式各樣的事。包括好事與壞事，損人利己到損人不利己到含恨復仇的事。權威的眼睛消失了，每人只為自己負責，大家不再互相照顧，也不會再對對方好，一切以利益為大前提。溫室的花朵突然脫離保護罩，站在真實的世間面前驚惶失措。他太單純，太易相信別人，太膚淺，太易受傷害。他害怕得馬上穿起了盔甲，他很想立即逃離。他心裏很想念那溫室，在那裏他很成功，他了解一切規矩；也因為能夠遵守一切規矩，他獲得特權，成為受重視的核心人物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是什麼令到他從天堂跌到地獄？是什麼令要風得風要雨得雨的高才生如此　弱退縮？是什麼經歷培養出他溫婉單純的性格？就是因為這孩子是在溫室裏成長，在一雙雙權威的眼睛下學懂聽教聽話的遊戲，知道遵從就是最佳的生存之道；而且因為得權威的信任，欺怍出賣惡性競爭的事情不會臨到他身上，所以他單純，聽話，溫婉。他只懂得在溫室的生存方法，他只了解溫室的倫理常規。所以面對溫室以外的世界，他驚惶，失措，退縮，逃離。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事情就是這麼可笑。長輩們設立溫室讓孩子有美好的童年，結果孩子只懂在溫室生活，從根本上脫離了現實世界。長輩們愈苦心經營，似乎愈事與願違。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的成長就是這樣。我從溫室畢業了，現在站在門外驚惶失措。溫室不再歡迎我，社會我搞不懂，很想走回頭路但無路可退。是不是很沒用？我想是的，我真的很沒用。但那又怎樣？我不是從一張白紙上開始，我要成功就必須推翻上一代。老實的，請長輩們不要再埋怨，老老實實看看我們這一代的處境，合上你的嘴，早點退休，留出空間給我們吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-1397216457287197391?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Here are some quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomer = Get Out of My Emergency Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gomers are human beings who have lost what goes into being human beings. They wan to die, and we will not let them. We're cruel to the gomers, by saving them, and they're cruel to us, by fighting tooth and nail against our trying to save them. They hurt us, we hurt them." -chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The people I saw seemed strange, as if they should have some disease that I should be able to diagnose. No one had a right to be healthy, for my world was only disease." -chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He uses the standard method: admit the LOL in NAD, do a test, produce a complication, do another test to diagnose the complication, get another complication, and so on until they're gomertose and non-TURFABLE. " -chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the center of the room was a stretcher. In the center of the stretcher was Anna O. She lay motionless, her knees bent up toward the ceiling, her shoulders curved around toward her knees, so that her head, unsupported and rigid, almost touched her thighs. From the side she looked like the letter W. ...... The Fat man took off his stethoscope, plugged the earpiece into Anna O.'s ears, and then, using the bell like a megaphone, shouted into it: "Cochlea come in..." Suddenly the room exploded. Anna O. was rocketing up and down on the stretcher, strieking at great pitch and intensity : ROODLE ROODLE ROOOOOOOO...DLE!" -chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From that night on, I might be everything else, but I'd never again be panicked in the House of God. It was a thrilling thought ... until I realized with alarm that I hadn't learned how to save anyone at all ... and that what I was thrilled about was learning how to save myself." -chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So this is it ... four months into the internship and I've become an animal, a moss-brained moose who did not and could not and would not think and talk." -chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each ward has a Sociable Cervix (p.s. social service), whose responsibility it was to get the gomers placed. It was an impossible job. No one wanted the poor gomers. The nursing homes would say the gomer was too well and didn't need them, and the families would say that the gomer was too sick and needed a nursing home, and the House Privates wound say the gomer was way too sick and needed the House of God Blue Cross care, and the terns would say we couldn't stand having Broccoli Ladies who blasted us for keeping them alive, and wound the Cervix kindly get them the hell out. The gomers offered no opinion." -chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A mind-boggling thought: the delivery of medical care consisted of BUFFING and TURFING the seeker of care somewhere else. The revolving door, with that eternally revolving door always waiting in the end." -chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father, adrift with the question of how to handle a single elderly parent, had found his solution in the standard middle-class ethos: 'ship them to the gomer homes.' Cattle in box-cars. I was mad ... How much my grandfather had gone through, and how little was left for him now. He would turn into a gomer. ... An ominous thought came to me: as he began to get demented, I'd visit him in the home, a syringeful of cyanide like a bar of candy in my pocket. He wouldn't be a gomer, no." -chapter 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the delivery of medical care this swiftly revolving door, with every doc on the planet frantic to BUFF and TURF elsewhere, these people had gotten expert at finding a static center and hanging on. These people didn't give a damn about their diseases or 'cures''; what they wanted was what anyone wanted: the hand in their hand, the sense that their doctor could care." -chapter 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It shits. Addicts trying to dupe you for dope, drunks, the poor, the clap, the lonelies - I hate'em all. I don't trust anyone. It comes from being vomited on and spit at and yelled at and conned. Everyone's out to get me to do something for them, for their fake disease. The first thing I look for now is how they're trying to take me for a ride. It's paranoia, see?" -chapter 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A horrible thought crossed my mind, horrible because for an instant it didn't seem horrible, like seeing a baby and thinking of putting an icepick through a fontanelle of its skull, the thought, Yes, Saul, I'll do it, I'll finish you off." -chapter 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He lay there in his own feces, a mass of tubing and tape and bruises and rotted skin and empty bone poking through at the ribs and elbows and knees. ... The memory of ... Saul saying to me, 'Finish me off, do I have to beg you? Finish me off!' ... Angrily I uncapped the syringe and found the IV outlet and pushed in enough KCL to kill him. I watched him gasp for breath as his heart depolarized, and I watched his breathing become laborious, and his hand give a little twitch, and then a stillness come over him, a peace" -chapter 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You and the other interns obliterate each day, in order to start the next one. Forget today today. Total denial. Instant repression. ... It isn't the medical skills you learn, it's the ability to wake up the next day as if nothing had happened the day before, even if what happened is a friend killing himself." -chapter 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've realised I am repressed enough to inject IV KCL into a gomer without even a flicker of hesistation in my heart. Certainly I will do this to my dad and mum if they become a gomer. Isn't death the eternal peace? Returning to where they come from, before birth. Eternal peace, away from the shit the urine the vomit the sputum the blood the pus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-7663798098219159274?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7663798098219159274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=7663798098219159274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7663798098219159274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7663798098219159274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/quotes-house-of-god.html' title='Quotes, the House of God'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-6041642944738269040</id><published>2008-01-02T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:40:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>1st of January, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually not particularly new. Just that my internship has been halfway through and I am halfway to being a medical officer.&lt;br /&gt;A real doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DOCTOR. Sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;I am more comfortable with the word "human body technician", as compared to "electrical technician".&lt;br /&gt;Which part of the human body should I specialise in, then?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Or maybe I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man commented: don't be indecisive. Decide on one specialty and move on. Stop thinking after you decided.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, if you keep on considering the pros and cons of each and every options, you don't actually fit well into any of them. At least, none has aroused your enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My major concern lies in finding a comfortable and well paid job.&lt;br /&gt;Not career development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave career development to my man. To finance, he is filled with near-love enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;In him, I can see future financial giant. I don't see a great doctor in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does my enthusiasm lie? In clinical psychology, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatry? Too organic.&lt;br /&gt;I need a bit of human touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the start of orthopaedic internship. Acceptable start, though I don't know how will my workload be when I am on call. Touch wood. I still need my lok yau yip shower gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleep-deprived for quite some time. Going to replenish my sleep in the coming 1-2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-6041642944738269040?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6041642944738269040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=6041642944738269040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/6041642944738269040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/6041642944738269040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-1595462672699296976</id><published>2007-12-10T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:17:27.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something fun</title><content type='html'>Now on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has had a terrible time today AM. Hopefully I've done all the work required for this 24 hours within that AM and from now on I can rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of our recent bad luck (50% anastomotic leakage in ELECTIVE colonic surgeries), I told the ward nurses that my must-have item in this Christmas is Look Yau Yip shower gel. One of the nurses suggested buying siu chu and oranges to pray for a bit of luck in our ward. Guess what, she really did that tonight! I was invited to enjoy a box of siu chu and bak tsit chicken, along with 5 oranges!!! We went crazy in the ward. Haha, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, if I do have good luck in my coming calls, I swear I will buy siu chu and oranges and go to Tin Hau for "wan sun"! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-1595462672699296976?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1595462672699296976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=1595462672699296976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/1595462672699296976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/1595462672699296976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-fun.html' title='Something fun'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-9218186736862537101</id><published>2007-12-04T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:56:04.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update</title><content type='html'>Okay, finally an update.&lt;br /&gt;After at least 2 months of complete absteinance from internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about absteinance. I remember running into a nice NO one day at around 3pm inside a passanger lift in NDH. She smiled and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"Had lunch today?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, of course."&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, absteined from meals?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and from toilet, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend on call is a pack of Mr Juicy orange juice - squeezable packing, fits well into my pocket; effectively prevents me from prerenal renal failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to separate colleagues from co-workers. Colleagues stand and fight together on the same frontline. Co-workers stand on the same frontline as you but fights you instead.&lt;br /&gt;QEH medical pals, I miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's lunch boxes are the best cooking in the world.&lt;br /&gt;So are dad's oranges, definitely the sweetiest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night's walk alone with the sky and fresh air can turn disaster into magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Surgery. But I hate the lifestyle of a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to be good to everybody. However, doing something extra may occasionally earn you extra credit, unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You experience love when a box of hot food was brought to you 12 o'clock in the night all the way from Kwun Tong to Sheung Shui, knowing you have been fasting for 16 hours non-stop, and you are not in a fund-raising event fasting for someone in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must-have item for this Christmas: Look Yau Yip shower gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest favourite lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;無言獨上西樓　月如鈎&lt;br /&gt;寂寞梧桐深園鎖青秋&lt;br /&gt;剪不斷　理還亂　是離愁&lt;br /&gt;別是一般滋味在心頭&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-9218186736862537101?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9218186736862537101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=9218186736862537101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/9218186736862537101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/9218186736862537101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-2495996696017090139</id><published>2007-07-18T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:01:09.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life @ QEH medical houseman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. WORKLOAD好CRAZY..CALL親都NPO x 28 hrs ... 慣哂了，日日都唔會食Lunch，日日都唔會有urine output...算啦，放工之後係咁補充lor..如果唔係，真係驚自己renal failure。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. 經常沒有時間收症，超快愛上FEMORAL, （不過我而家盡量femoral vein instead of femoral artery, 因為親眼見過D haematoma... formed within 30sec after femoral puncture..真係好terrible）我做fever ward，跟本上係一個老人院，日日都有無數既blood culture同埋無數既drip for iv antibiotics,  個個都係OAHR, bed bound, multiple bed sore, non-communicable既呀婆，全部超級contracture，所有limbs既joints都長期FIX左係150度flexion...點抽血呀？仲要係唔可以contaminate既culture?? 咪全部femoral vein/artery lor... 想點呀..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. 成日都TREAT 姑娘... 好多時D野真係唔死得人的，K3.2都係咁追住你要補K，patient跟本好STABLE好正... 又試過得30Kg既呀婆4個鐘出左50ml尿，又係咁叫尿少，跟本呀婆bp/p 正，renal function normal, 又有足夠ivf,... 我同個姑娘講，其實咁輕既呀婆黎講，夠尿架啦，佢又係LOOK大對眼望住我....咁我咪將條水由q12改做q8黎treat你lor... =_="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. trauma to patient much more then treating the patient. 尤其是fever ward果D老人院呀婆，老人院見佢地發燒，post-SARS嘛，點都送佢地入院啦，A&amp;E見到佢地一"CHU"菜咁，實收入WARD，咁FEVER WARD會點做呢？抽堆血，打DRIP落ANTIBIOTICS，例牌TAKE urine, sputum, NPA for resp virus, blood culture，之後因為呀婆成日掙扎，所以開哂restrain prn，都最後FEVER DOWN，咪on a course of augmentin and tamiflu咁走返去老人院囉。全個過程呀婆都係一"chu"菜咁黎，一"chu"菜咁走，對發生過既事完全唔知道，我真係唔知咁樣搞一輪有咩意義LOR。仲要因為係FEVER WARD，又係post-SARS嘛，唔可以探病架，想見下呀婆都唔得架。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....我唸呢D故仔長講長有，算啦，接受左啦，每個人都係身不由己，老人院要交代，姑娘要交代，醫生都係要交代，最後受苦既咪又係呀婆... 坦白講打少幾個DRIP，拮少幾次血，對一個成"chu"菜咁既呀婆黎講，有咩分別呢？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. 盲目開treatment order... 經常唔夠時間唸清楚個cause...冇得收症.. 因為實在太多野要做.. 自己實在好似一部機器，多過似一個醫生。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. 真正開心既，我唸係有一次cert左一個呀婆，佢有pace maker既，MO話叫我開個suture set，拎返個pacemaker出黎，然後suture返D皮。如果唔係個pacemaker入燌化爐會爆炸的。呢一個工作，我真係感覺到一種神聖，真係好比心機suture，真係珍而重之咁將個pacemaker交返比呀婆既屋企人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;暫時係寫咁多啦，今日好難得６：３０就放左工，實在少有，我平時冇網上架，所以唔會咁快有得update。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-2495996696017090139?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2495996696017090139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=2495996696017090139' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/2495996696017090139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/2495996696017090139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-qeh-medical-houseman.html' title='Life @ QEH medical houseman'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-8911092526824773003</id><published>2007-06-11T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:10:26.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>實習安排</title><content type='html'>Jul - Sept 07　伊利沙伯醫院　內科&lt;br /&gt;Oct - Dec 07　北區醫院　外科&lt;br /&gt;Jan - Mar 08　伊利沙伯醫院　骨科&lt;br /&gt;Apr - Jun 08　伊利沙伯醫院　兒科&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-8911092526824773003?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8911092526824773003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=8911092526824773003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/8911092526824773003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/8911092526824773003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='實習安排'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-3717734034884180038</id><published>2007-05-23T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:22:28.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宋岳庭 Life's a struggle</title><content type='html'>是很後知後覺了，但是也覺得該把這個人的一點生平和他的歌帶上來跟大家分享。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;邊&lt;a href="http://myweb.hinet.net/home10/ekkcom-64/00/gir/02/13.rm"&gt;聽著&lt;/a&gt;邊看歌詞吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="message2746182" class="t_msgfont postmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#636563;"&gt;Life's A Struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲：宋岳庭&lt;br /&gt;詞：宋岳庭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#636563;"&gt;我睜開雙眼踏入這個世界&lt;br /&gt;媽媽給我生命現在讓我自生自滅&lt;br /&gt;這讓我恐懼在我的眼裡每個人都戴著面具&lt;br /&gt;回想過去難道生命就是這樣延續?&lt;br /&gt;我抽煙抽得我的肺都黑了&lt;br /&gt;就像整個社會被人心籠罩著它也是黑的&lt;br /&gt;我背著宿命的十字架&lt;br /&gt;也渴望power, paper and respect&lt;br /&gt;我想這大概就是human nature&lt;br /&gt;佛家說煩惱即是菩提我暫且不提&lt;br /&gt;我倒是希望能夠回到母體&lt;br /&gt;老媽對不起我時常把你氣得跺腳&lt;br /&gt;你說你後悔當初沒有把我墮掉&lt;br /&gt;每當我放學回家放下那沉重的背包&lt;br /&gt;家裡空無一人只殘留著你香水的味道&lt;br /&gt;那時我知道你那天晚上又要加班&lt;br /&gt;我打開冰箱拿出微波爐吃冰的晚餐&lt;br /&gt;老爸在凌晨兩點鐘醉醺醺地回家&lt;br /&gt;我從睡夢中醒來只聽到你們在吵架&lt;br /&gt;我沒有辦法專心面對第二天的考試&lt;br /&gt;老師他不喜歡我我也不喜歡老師&lt;br /&gt;我討厭穿制服我討厭學校的制度&lt;br /&gt;我討厭訓導主任的嘴臉討厭被束縛&lt;br /&gt;that's true&lt;br /&gt;很多人不屑我的態度他們說我太cool&lt;br /&gt;警察不爽我都曾將我逮捕&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fuck about 人家說什麼&lt;br /&gt;他們想說什麼就說什麼但是他們算什麼&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰有權利拿他的標準衡量我&lt;br /&gt;主宰是我自己隨便人家如何想我還是我&lt;br /&gt;愛錢的女人只給凱子摸&lt;br /&gt;不懂得用保險套的人別嫌孩子多&lt;br /&gt;金錢力量雖大卻生不帶來死不帶走&lt;br /&gt;緊握著雙拳的人們何時能鬆開手?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;法庭嚴肅的空氣逼得我快不能呼吸&lt;br /&gt;當時面臨著終生監禁的我開始反省&lt;br /&gt;鐵欄杆之後又是個截然不同的景象&lt;br /&gt;刑犯們眼神中看不到一點和平的氣象&lt;br /&gt;僅有一寸短的鉛筆寫的是監獄風雲&lt;br /&gt;日記上描繪的不是美好的戶外風景&lt;br /&gt;自由在他們眼裡才是憧憬&lt;br /&gt;放一把自製武器在枕頭旁以防隨時有人偷襲&lt;br /&gt;有些人懷疑老婆在外偷情&lt;br /&gt;有些人把家人寄來的信件一張一張好好收集&lt;br /&gt;有些人二十四小時幾乎在床上休息&lt;br /&gt;有些人精神失常因為受不了打擊&lt;br /&gt;三個月如火如荼的漫長等待已過去&lt;br /&gt;出獄後的我得面對三年的緩刑期&lt;br /&gt;這也好一生中第一次感覺到幸福&lt;br /&gt;但生命中的考驗何止如此我不清楚&lt;br /&gt;我不知道接下來還有什麼會發生&lt;br /&gt;翻開報紙的新聞又是看到放火殺人&lt;br /&gt;還記得某年無意間發現的照片&lt;br /&gt;上面有阿姨對男人施行口交的噁心畫面&lt;br /&gt;這簡直摧毀了她在我心目中的形象&lt;br /&gt;我無法忘懷照片中那笑容多麼淫蕩&lt;br /&gt;我抵抗胸口存在著不安及惶恐&lt;br /&gt;我不斷聽到痛苦的聲音在內心怒吼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不論我走到天南不論我走到地北&lt;br /&gt;不論我走到哪都見識到人心的虛偽&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda funny 在人的眼裡只有money&lt;br /&gt;外表好像要幫你卻只是想幫他自己&lt;br /&gt;笑容可掬的臉後面誰知道是個狼心狗肺&lt;br /&gt;連朋友都能背叛因為只有名利合他口味&lt;br /&gt;她說她愛你的時候講的是問心無愧&lt;br /&gt;搞不好她愛的是你身後的榮華富貴&lt;br /&gt;你可曾困惑在你身旁誰是敵是友&lt;br /&gt;對你落井下石的可能就是你的摯友&lt;br /&gt;你可曾經歷當你最需要幫助的時候&lt;br /&gt;平常跟你稱兄道弟的人都突然失蹤&lt;br /&gt;親愛的神偉大的神&lt;br /&gt;你可以怪我想法太過無知但我只是人&lt;br /&gt;我不信人因為人也不信我&lt;br /&gt;不要問我為什麼我最多只能告訴你這就是我&lt;br /&gt;生命像海浪一樣有時高有時低&lt;br /&gt;你是否告訴自己堅強渡過各種時期&lt;br /&gt;我從命運的天台放眼卻看不到星空&lt;br /&gt;漆黑的天空壓在頭頂使我不得輕鬆&lt;br /&gt;在我心中找不到一個安靜的角落&lt;br /&gt;我不能再沈睡下去良心彷彿在笑我&lt;br /&gt;它在說:有幾天幾夜老媽曾經為你以淚洗面&lt;br /&gt;老爸他只顧己見希望之火只見熄滅&lt;br /&gt;我接起電話是老爸憔悴的聲音&lt;br /&gt;雖沒見面卻不難想像他當時的神情&lt;br /&gt;剛聽完他最近失業的消息&lt;br /&gt;腦海裡馬上浮現祖母的話警告我一定要爭氣&lt;br /&gt;我已經放棄所有哭的理由&lt;br /&gt;因為我早就習慣冷漠活在無情的現實裡頭&lt;br /&gt;人生要如何起頭?改變要如何起手?&lt;br /&gt;當活在泥沼中要如何才能金盆洗手?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life's a struggle 日子還要過&lt;br /&gt;品嚐喜怒哀樂之後又是數不盡的troubles&lt;br /&gt;everyday 有多少問題要去面對&lt;br /&gt;有多少夜痛苦煩惱著你無法入睡…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh...life's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;yeah...life's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u feel,man?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="message2746182" class="t_msgfont postmsg"&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隨便Google一下，也可以找到對宋岳庭這樣的介紹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;宋岳庭------成名於25 終年23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宋岳庭 怒吼生命&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　陶喆想跟他簽約，沒簽成，台灣要頒發金曲獎的流行音樂最佳作詞人獎給他，也只能由母親代領。一個名叫宋岳庭的男孩子，香港沒有太多人認識，翻查台灣的網 頁時，他的資料卻排山倒海，人人都用很長的篇幅，訴說一個生命如何掙扎的故事。唱Hip-Hop的宋岳庭，新出唱片最近到港，但他沒法來港宣傳，因宋的生 命已早早完結。現在的，都是親人從一堆遺物中搜集，輯錄而成的《Life's a Struggle》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天才兒童　偏多挫折&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　《Life's a Struggle》既是大碟名字，也是同名歌曲。那是對生命的一個概括，相信也是宋岳庭對生命的無可奈何。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　生於1978年的宋岳庭，藝術細胞自小便爆棚，小一便會自編自繪漫畫，9歲時，更以「天才兒童」的身分接受中視新聞雜誌《60分鐘》專訪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　從小鼻子便嚴重過敏，母親為了改變他的居住環境，14歲時送他到美國生活。沒錯，敏感問題是不藥而愈，身體改善了，生活卻一天比一天的差，寄人籬下的日子，比鼻子的問題更壞。先後住過三個親戚的家，最後皆摩擦多多，直至18歲那年，媽媽才安排他到加州獨居。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年隔離　出好音樂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　以為好景可以再來，那就錯了，難捱的日子，一天一天接近，用「黑暗」來形容，也錯不到哪裏去：要好的同學遭恐嚇，要求宋跟著去為友「出頭」，更假扮「華青幫」以壯聲勢，事情最終敗露，責任都推給了他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　被判入獄三月，得到三年緩刑。宋岳庭在那三年的居家隔離生活中，沒事好做，用小時候學的一點點鋼琴知識，再加上長期受黑人朋友感染而學得的Hip-Hop音樂，創作就這樣開始了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1秒10字　傾瀉掙扎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　而且簡單得可以。他用一部三百多美元買下的Yamaha keyboard完成背景音樂後，再加上雙卡錄音機，那便完成了大量作品。由1300字寫成的《Life's a Struggle》，以一秒十字的速度唱成，把無奈、痛苦的過去，一次過放到音樂上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　坐監的日子後，還有比「黑暗」更恐怖的事，噩耗又再向他走近，被醫生診斷患上了骨癌。最初，媽媽也被他瞞著了，一個人獨自面對化療的日子，到了第三期，才由醫生向母親說出病情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逝在母懷　一如歌詞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　自14歲離開台灣後，宋便再沒有回過去。到了病的末期，父母到美國陪他走完最後一程。在病榻前，父親撫摸他的手說，離開時你的手是那樣的小，現在你的手變得這樣大了。做兒子的也說：「從前以為沒有爸爸在關心我，現在我知道爸爸在關心我，我卻要走了。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　在醫院待上好一段日子後，有一天，宋堅持要回家，坐在慣坐的沙發上。他跟母親說，人生沒有甚麼好遺憾與執著，只是不想看到她難過，母親這樣回答：「別捨 不得我，我才捨不得你痛。」就這樣，直至第二天，便在母親的懷裏離去，當時他只有23歲。一如他在《Life's a Struggle 》裏說的：「我倒是希望能夠回到母體」，他真的帶著安詳地回去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;音樂中 有大磁場&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　宋岳庭離世了一年後，即2003年，他的表弟、弟弟及母親，在宋的遺物中，把他的音樂整理出來。母親於是向做佛教音樂唱片的老闆建議，為她兒子出唱片，完成心願。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;修佛者替他出碟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　在沒有知名度的情況下，真的會有人為他出唱片？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　當然有，否則今天我們又怎會聽到宋的Hip-Hop音樂。老闆的理由是，聽了宋岳庭的 Rap後，覺得他的音樂有很大磁場，像修佛，令人開悟，於是為他出了這張唱片。&lt;br /&gt;陶喆曾有意力捧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　其實，這並非宋的初試啼聲之作，更早時，他便在台灣組合Tension的歌曲裏有一段 Rap，引起陶喆的興趣，想跟他簽約，更說，如果Shawn（宋的英文名）來台灣發展，所有台灣的Rap歌手，絕對沒人能贏過他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　14歲離台，卻能以結實的中文，道出青春的殘酷。沒有很好的儀器，音樂來得粗糙，卻不影響水準，反帶有一份真樸。他過世後的知名度，當然與他的故事有關，但掉轉來看，沒有那份音樂，能帶出這個故事嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="message2746182" class="t_msgfont postmsg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#636563;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;在最後一天的考試完結後，我回家吃飯，看到香港電台的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.rthk.org.hk/rthk/tv/areallifestory/20070516.html"&gt;《人間寫真》&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;，裏面播放了Life's a struggle。我無意間聽了幾句歌詞，覺得很震憾，想哭。現在重聽，覺得真要把他介紹給我認識的人。&lt;br /&gt;老實說，不是每一首歌都那麼好，但這首Life's a struggle，卻讓我心久久不能平靜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;宋岳庭其他歌曲:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myweb.hinet.net/home11/comek/boy/c269.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://myweb.hinet.net/home11/comek/boy/c269.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postmsg" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 100px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-3717734034884180038?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-6014737413276752132</id><published>2007-05-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:12:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;神啊！求你寛恕中大學生無知的錯誤！求你救他們離開淫邪，回到你聖潔的懷抱裏！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;（續漸提高音量）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;神啊，這些學生偏離正道，口出淫語，就如舊約中所可瑪俄摩拉的人民一樣，男和男行羞恥的事，經已引起你正義的怒火！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;（音量收細）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;不過神啊，你是慈愛的神，你把獨生子釘在十字架上，為我們死；你必會寛恕他們，帶領他們重返正道。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（提高音量）&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;主啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;求你的右手施展大能！求你感動他們剛硬的心，讓他們能認識你，遠離淫念，得著永生！我更求你感動中大眾兄弟姐妹，賜給他們傳福音的勇氣，讓我們能得著整個校園！&lt;br /&gt;從今日開始，我們一班主內兄弟姐妹將會四十天馬拉松式地為中大的福音事工禱告，求主聆聽，以及保守我們在中大的一切事工。感謝主！&lt;br /&gt;以上一切，奉主耶穌得勝名字祈求！阿們！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——這就是我對中大學生報情色版事件的回應。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmedia 聯署：&lt;a 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href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-7489487507528033857</id><published>2007-05-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:53:21.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>男友的功用</title><content type='html'>讀書無聊之際，隨手開列了這個小清單。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男友的功用：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 流動枕頭及按摩椅&lt;br /&gt;2. 咕喱&lt;br /&gt;3. 外賣仔&lt;br /&gt;4. 家務助理&lt;br /&gt;5. 出氣袋&lt;br /&gt;6. 櫃員機&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;‧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家還有什麼提議？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;順帶一提，男友看了以上表列之後，寫了以下回應：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女友的功用：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無功用。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-7489487507528033857?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7489487507528033857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=7489487507528033857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7489487507528033857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/7489487507528033857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' 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Play a nice piece of music together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Spend nice weekends in various beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Go for a massage in shenzhen together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Mountain hiking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Cycling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Photo taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Dreaming about our future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list that Ted has gave me.&lt;br /&gt;And my reason to strive this through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-5898484215228032989?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5898484215228032989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=5898484215228032989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/5898484215228032989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/5898484215228032989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(甚至是她愛狗的行徑)﹐看得出其實她是個有著豐富感情的人﹐但因為她從少就被教導成一個不能把自己感情行先的一國之君﹐所以我們看不到她對家人那種親近 (那種疏離感充斥著整個皇室﹐就連皇太后跟英女皇也只是君子之交似的!)﹐反而從她怎樣愛惜動物及其生命中看到 (在她獨自一人才流淚﹐還是那隻鹿看到﹐並停留下來跟她眼神交流了﹔另外她一直叫 Prince Philip 不要帶子彈去搜獵﹐都是一點點對她愛護動物的描寫)﹐其實她也只是一個普通人。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/mocca-latte/article?mid=2493"&gt;Mocca Latte in Bowl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「戴安娜之死與其說是打擊皇室，不如說是見証一個時代的改變 ........ 在文化日益落入傳播媒介的今天，世界 正捲入縮減的漩渦，數百年的歷史往往敵不過一個十多年的童話。...... 女皇 就像是活生生的博物館展品，她的堅持就是那個時代的最後掙扎。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hkfca.org/review_article.php?searchfield=filmname&amp;filmindex=1&amp;amp;reviewindex=3"&gt;一個時代的改變&lt;/a&gt;　香港影評人協會　曾可婷&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-3508244566256332569?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3508244566256332569/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-1136984596969505162</id><published>2007-03-01T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:20:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>偶然回到中大</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;或許，是夢太遲醒。&lt;br /&gt;仍然停留在不可能的希望中，祈待著奇蹟。&lt;br /&gt;當發現要腳踏實地做醫生的時候，才知道太遲了。&lt;br /&gt;文化廣場上的大字報寫著：「捍衛中大理想小組」「呢個時候，仲有人講中大理想咩？」「話時話，咩係中大理想？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《二十二》陶喆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;春天是他最愛的季節　當微風隨意吹亂他的頭髮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他並不在意身邊世界的吵雜　只想著自己生命中的變化&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;還有十五分鐘才午休　從早到晚沒有想像中那麼好過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;安定的日子不一定就是幸福　忘不掉他在心裡做過的夢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他今年農曆三月六號剛滿二十二　剛甩開課本要離開家看看這世界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;卻發現許多煩惱要面對 oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他常會嚮往能回到那年他一十二　只需要好好上學生活單純沒憂愁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他就像一朵蓓蕾滿懷希望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;秋天是忽然間就來臨　青春雖然有本錢可以灑脫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;一場戀愛二十二個月後結束　才知道有些感情不值得賭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;九月天氣還是有點熱　他想公車再不來就走一走路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他開始明白等待未必有結果　一個人也能走上夢的旅途&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他今年農曆三月六號剛滿二十二　剛甩開課本要離開家看看這世界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;卻發現許多煩惱要面對 oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他常會嚮往能回到那年他一十二　只需要好好上學生活單純沒憂愁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他一直滿懷希望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;人生偶爾會走上一條陌路　像是沒有指標的地圖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;別讓他們說你該知足　只有你知道什麼是你的幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他常會嚮往能回到那年他一十二　只需要好好上學生活單純沒憂愁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;他笑著想過未來 oh 他應該得到幸福　如此的簡單的夢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;有沒有實現&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;給對AL充滿信心的準醫科生的忠告：不要以為醫學院能為你舖出一條青雲路；到頭來你可能發現，除了捱壞了的身體，遲兩年的畢業，以及一生中無盡的考試以外，你跟本找不著什麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;留意到Tally的書末嗎？那裏印著："This is not the end; nor is it the beginning of the end; but merely the end of the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation. The end of the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;驀然回首，才發現自己是如此傷痕累累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不，我並不感到後悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過，用這麼大的投資去學習什麼叫做不可能，未免有點兒傻瓜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實想見一下他們。但&lt;br /&gt;1. 要回味失望&lt;br /&gt;2. 這失望不被認同&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;咁見黎做咩？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是逃避了，離開了，嘗試相信自己，卻發現自己不能為自己帶來救恩。&lt;br /&gt;這可能是最有意義的發現。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-1136984596969505162?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/1136984596969505162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/1136984596969505162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;　這都市已吃夠血腥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　情緒或高或低如此詭秘　陰晴難講理&lt;br /&gt;　既然浮生就如遊戲　不如坐戰機&lt;br /&gt;　黑暗下磊落光明中演你　心能隨心揀戲&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;這時期演傷心戲　戲爛人未死&lt;/span&gt;＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;失戀也死　走去死　走去死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你母親傷心到死　內疚未&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;誰人逃不出債主　似三歲跳飛機　悲夠未&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;抑鬱也死　想去死　想去死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你當你醫生已死　沒見地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;忘掉了雙星報喜　把天井當悽美地　煽未&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰也在暢讀死亡的筆記　不如來推推理&lt;br /&gt;要求存似電玩遊戲　操練著戰機&lt;br /&gt;死也未怕又怕甚麼苦戲　不如重溫好戲&lt;br /&gt;死亡遲早都找你　切勿憑自己&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-680467191310519459?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/680467191310519459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=680467191310519459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/680467191310519459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/680467191310519459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_22.html' title='黑擇明'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-8565457377841173750</id><published>2007-01-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:00:11.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>體重</title><content type='html'>今天與女同學們談起體重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我量了自己的體重，112lb，比起一年前重了4lb，那個體重保持了超過七年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不禁心頭一沉：死啦，咁落去，會唔會一年重過一年，十幾廿年後變左個大肥婆？（肥婆者，非指「肥肥」身型，比較貼切的是家燕姐那種。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐下後，立即叫自己平靜心情，發揮醫學生本色，拿出手提電話計BMI（身高體重比，較單看體重更能反映是否超重）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;計算結果是20.06。呼！好在仲Normal。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身邊的女同學手癢了：「借手機比我，我又想計。」&lt;br /&gt;「好呀。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這位女同學的體重一向偏低，從來不過100lb。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她沒有做聲，按了一會鍵盤，然後把手機還給我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們問：「點呀？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她沒有回答。靜了一會，她問：「normal係咪18.5-22呀？」&lt;br /&gt;我回答是。&lt;br /&gt;她登時鬆一口氣，表情也放鬆了。「好在啫。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我禁不住笑她：「仍然保持BMI低過normal哩~ 如果normal就唔得掂啦， normal就太重啦。係咪呢？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她被我說中了，沒好氣地回應：「我犯著你d咩呀?!」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冇呀，講事實之嘛。女醫生們在向病人推介健康體重的同時，有誰不暗暗希望自己的體重永遠低過normal，或者起碼在normal 的lower range? 愛美是女人的天性，醫生大概不會因為醫學知識而免疫於大眾傳媒和商品廣告所灌輸的錯誤概念吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 你都想計嗎？好簡單：體重(Kg)/[身高(m)x身高(m)]&lt;br /&gt;normal range 18.5-22 Kg/m2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-8565457377841173750?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8565457377841173750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=8565457377841173750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.gruntdoc.com/pics/12-STIS.SWF" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.gruntdoc.com/pics/12-STIS.SWF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play safely!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-8473514391430054595?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8473514391430054595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=8473514391430054595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/8473514391430054595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;人面對時代的巨浪，可以有三種選擇：&lt;br /&gt;一：停留在過去，堅持對抗未來的衝擊，明知不可為而為之&lt;br /&gt;二：隨波逐流，跟隨大勢&lt;br /&gt;三：走在時代前端，帶領潮流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當為正義道德而戰只是一場必輸的遊戲，我選擇面對現實，做第二種人。然後期望有一天，有人會走出來，做第三種人。&lt;br /&gt;第一種人是不可能取代第三種人的。&lt;br /&gt;在第三種人出現以前，就讓我靜靜地為碼頭抹一把淚，然後忘掉過去迎接新落成的中環海濱公園。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-116620561408946081?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116620561408946081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=116620561408946081' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/116620561408946081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(from Karen's xanga)</title><content type='html'>明顯是老外看香港人的角度。不過，細微處反映出不少香港人獨有的哩語、生活特徵和集體回憶。&lt;br /&gt;忍俊不禁！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're from Hong Kong when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pretend (and tell people) that you know Mandarin because you can speak Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;You started singing karaoke when you were five.&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert in mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;You tip only 10%.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer Sony.&lt;br /&gt;You have more than 30 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;You confuse Welcome with Wellcome.&lt;br /&gt;You have many credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;You have more than two DVD players at home.&lt;br /&gt;You wear famous brand clothes: DKNY, Versace, Chanel, Polo, etc. even though all your Polo shirts are from ladies’ market.&lt;br /&gt;You always have the latest mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;You play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;You drink vita soy.&lt;br /&gt;You love to go yum cha.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends ask you if Hong Kong is a country.&lt;br /&gt;You call a lot of your friends Fei Jai.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve lost a lot of money on the Mark Six.&lt;br /&gt;You know what it means when you call someone inch.&lt;br /&gt;You eat instant noodles too often.&lt;br /&gt;You've dyed your hair before.&lt;br /&gt;You are studying engineering, business management or law.&lt;br /&gt;You try to avoid pork chops. And i'm not talking about the food.&lt;br /&gt;When you go back to Hong Kong, the last thing your smoking friend asks you is to buy them a carton of Reds.&lt;br /&gt;You read "tsing tao" instead of "world journal" or "china press."&lt;br /&gt;You party at Club 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;You ALWAYS buy real software and DVDs. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;You never order appetizers at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Your Chinese handwriting really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;You build a mountain of salad when you eat in Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Your stationery has pictures of your favourite cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;People accuse you of having (and starting) SARS.&lt;br /&gt;Your foreign friends don't mess with you because they think you know kung fu.&lt;br /&gt;You have a collection of model robots, built or yet to be built.&lt;br /&gt;If someone buys something, you brag about how its cheaper in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;When you leave HK, you always stock up on duty free at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;When having dim sum, you rinse your dishes in hot water before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;You have two middle initials instead of the usual one.&lt;br /&gt;You spit bones and food scraps on the table.&lt;br /&gt;You have heaps of shoes and slippers blocking the entrance to your home.&lt;br /&gt;Your kitchen is coated in a film of sticky grease.&lt;br /&gt;Your cook top is covered with tin foil.&lt;br /&gt;You buy $10 VCDs.&lt;br /&gt;You hate nerds, even though you are one.&lt;br /&gt;You ask, "when are you going back to Hong Kong?" instead of "when are you going to Hong Kong?".&lt;br /&gt;You miss the drinks and snacks that you can only get in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;You have a Walkman, Discman and Minidisk player that you don’t use anymore because you use an MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;You use tick tick pencils instead of regular pencils.&lt;br /&gt;You've played all the computer games that have ever come out.&lt;br /&gt;You play ... err ... you ARE the Street Fighter Champion.&lt;br /&gt;You show off your mobile phone that you got in Hong Kong "for cheap."&lt;br /&gt;Your luggage is near empty when you arrive in HK, and it's full when you leave.&lt;br /&gt;You expect to pay for transport in other countries with your Octopus card, only to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve owned a pair of Bak Faan Yu.&lt;br /&gt;If your are a guy you are keen in military stuff (guns, aircraft, tanks), but you’re too pussy to be a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;You inherit your elder brother's clothes and your younger brother inherits your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;You once had loads of 4wd model cars.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve had a Tamagotchi.&lt;br /&gt;You have a PlayStation, Gamecube, Xbox and you will get the Xbox 360 soon.&lt;br /&gt;You use Bak Fa Yao.&lt;br /&gt;You have at least one shirt that says "Hong Kong" on the front.&lt;br /&gt;When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;You use Park 'N Shop bags as binliners.&lt;br /&gt;You always leave your shoes at the door.&lt;br /&gt;You have a piano in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;You can twirl your pen around your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;You eat red bean popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;People ask you if there are trees in Hong Kong, and they don't believe you when you tell them that 76% of HK is green.&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were Son Goku.&lt;br /&gt;Or that you had Ding Dong's pouch.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;You beat eggs with chopsticks instead of a fork.&lt;br /&gt;You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions.&lt;br /&gt;You're in another country and everything moves so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You like congee with thousand year old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached.&lt;br /&gt;You're in love with David Beckham. More for the ladies, but some of you guys do too ;)&lt;br /&gt;You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;You use a clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;You miss the MTR, and Red Taxis.&lt;br /&gt;You know someone who can get you a good deal on electronics.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food in other countries doesn't taste right.&lt;br /&gt;You never discuss your love life with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are never happy with your grades.&lt;br /&gt;You keep most of your money in a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;You love Chinese Martial Arts films.&lt;br /&gt;You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;Shaolin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;You shat your pants before the 1997 handover.&lt;br /&gt;You own a Snoopy toy from Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;You never order sweet-n-sour pork, egg foo young, or chop suey at a Chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;You tell your friends that people don’t actually eat prawn crackers in HK, and they don't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;You turn bright red after drinking alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;You look like you are sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;You have more than five remotes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;You wear (or need) glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store or restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother lives with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;You always have water when dining out.&lt;br /&gt;You say aiya! and wah!.&lt;br /&gt;You’re mum talks to you in Chinese and you reply in English.&lt;br /&gt;It annoys you how shops close at 5pm in other countries and you expect them to be open.&lt;br /&gt;You love little red envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;You cut your own hair, or get friends to cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;You know at least three people named Alan Wong.&lt;br /&gt;People don't believe that you live on the 28th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Your dad is some sort of engineer.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents still tried to get you into places half-price saying you were 12 when you were really 15.&lt;br /&gt;You ask your parents help on one math problem and 2 hours later they're still lecturing.&lt;br /&gt;You're in another country and you try to make a local call, but wtf? you have to pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;You have a 40 lb. bag of rice in your kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;You've had a bowl haircut at one time in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents compare you with their colleagues' nerdy kids.&lt;br /&gt;You've mastered the art of bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;You eat bak choy.&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could go back to Hong Kong for just 1 day, which you would spend shopping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite movie is Shaolin Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;You make a list of things to do and buy when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;You have no eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents expect you to be best friends with nerds.&lt;br /&gt;Your relatives' houses smell like incense.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks you're good at math.&lt;br /&gt;You say, "University level maths? I took University level maths in year 8!"&lt;br /&gt;You think Sailor Moon is hot.&lt;br /&gt;You learned about the birds and the bees from someone other than your parents.&lt;br /&gt;You have way more technology than your foreign friends.&lt;br /&gt;All of your friends ask you to translate whenever they see Chinese characters.&lt;br /&gt;The vast majority of the people related to you wear glasses/contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents have either made you play the piano, the violin, or both.&lt;br /&gt;You get nothing if you do well in school, but crapped on if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;You think Mcdonalds in other countries is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;You get homesick when you watch Rush Hour 2.&lt;br /&gt;Your dad still pulls his socks up to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;Your family always cheers for the Asian athlete on TV.&lt;br /&gt;The furniture in your house never matches the wallpaper, the carpet, the decorations, or any of the rest of the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;You hit aeroplanes.&lt;br /&gt;You own a rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;You buy soy sauce by the gallon.&lt;br /&gt;People think that PK stands for Penalty Kick, but you know what it really means.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends ask you if Hong Kong is in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;You tell all of your foreign friends that you are related to Jackie Chan and they believe you.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're from Hong Kong when you're from the most awesome city in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-116395534568919559?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116395534568919559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=116395534568919559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/116395534568919559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/116395534568919559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-youre-from-hong-kong-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re from Hong Kong when... (from Karen&apos;s xanga)'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-116290678792629373</id><published>2006-11-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:42:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>臣服</title><content type='html'>臣服&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於要求之下&lt;br /&gt;於壓力之下&lt;br /&gt;於期望之下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於金錢之下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無法接受命運&lt;br /&gt;但也無力反抗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;債台早已高築，&lt;br /&gt;字典裏，沒有自由。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-116290678792629373?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-116283210796233871</id><published>2006-11-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:56:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>醜奴兒</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;醜奴兒  辛棄疾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;少年不知愁滋味，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;更上層樓，更上層樓。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;為賦新詞強說愁。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;而今盡識愁滋味，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;欲說還休，欲說還休。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;卻道天涼好過秋。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-116093171023901161</id><published>2006-10-16T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:11:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>壽終正寢</title><content type='html'>近來很喜歡的一首歌（聽得哭了）：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;往生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌手：古巨基  作曲：謝布暐&lt;br /&gt;填詞：林夕  編曲：雷頌德&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我細個　已貪得意　去世去邊想要知&lt;br /&gt;回想那陣時　平生也是第一次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我與你　愛得未遲　夾了快將一輩子&lt;br /&gt;明白出生所要找的宗旨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從未忘講過　哪一位　先去更驚慌&lt;br /&gt;何事還慌忙　沒有說話講&lt;br /&gt;記緊保養你掌心太乾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰在旁飄晃　但感到　淚從眉上降&lt;br /&gt;臨別如釋放　願你我十指&lt;br /&gt;緩緩地逐寸逐寸撫摸　別趕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這是古巨基近期大碟《我生Human》最後的一首歌。大碟由《我生》開始，以《往生》作結，中間的歌曲順時序描繪著人成長到老的過程，整隻碟的安排都令我很感動。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鼓勵大家看&lt;a href="http://www.raymondwoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;肥醫生&lt;/a&gt;刊於成報的文章&lt;a href="http://www.singpao.com/20061014/feature/880397.html"&gt;《往生》&lt;/a&gt;。我看著林夕填的詞，一面比較著我在病房上看見的臨終的情況，只覺得歌詞中的圖畫實在太美麗。能夠在公立醫院安靜地死去，身邊有老伴和親人相陪，沒有布帶無情地把雙手縳到床沿，沒有各種各樣的膠管插入身體，沒有病房職員大聲的吆喝……太奢侈吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;壽終正寢——中國人很傳統的觀念。死，要死在自己的家裏，在自己熟悉的地方，自己的睡床上，四周伴著自己的家人；在這個一生植根、感情最深的地方莊嚴地離世。現在公立醫療提供的，是一個繁忙嘈雜的病房，一張陌生的病床，把家屬隔開的布簾，以及無數陌生的手，在病者身上做著各種各樣的所謂治療和照顧。這是一幅很冰冷和絕望的圖畫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什麼時候，我可以在往生者身上看到歌詞所描寫的圖畫？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-116093171023901161?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116093171023901161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=116093171023901161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/116093171023901161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/116093171023901161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_16.html' title='壽終正寢'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-116048320125128002</id><published>2006-10-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:26:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>工作，生存，生活</title><content type='html'>商場裏有很多人在工作，只有很少人在生活。&lt;br /&gt;工作和生活結合的，更少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為了生存，我們必需工作。但工作卻把生活一腳踢開了；剩下漫無目的的生存。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟據耶教經典，我們本不用煩怎麼生存，人類存在是為了享受生活。&lt;br /&gt;多虧夏娃那一口蘋果，全人類得開始工作。&lt;br /&gt;然後那些被工作壓得透不過氣又充滿阿Q精神的傻蛋，才抓破腦袋想出那勞什子「寓工作於娛樂」，「把工作當成生活一部份」的廢話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把自己一生貢獻給寫字桌，能有多偉大，多快樂？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有醫科教授在十多年對當時的實習醫生說，由他們當醫生的第一天起，應當放棄朝九晚五的概念，為晚上竟有兩小時睡眠而歡喜。我心裏一直抗議：什麼時候工作蠶蝕了生活，甚至生存和健康？如果工作能叫生存讓步，那麼工作是為了什麼？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作，生存和生活；我搞不懂。你呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-116048320125128002?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116048320125128002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=116048320125128002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;「我喜歡輔導，會保留轉行的可能。退而求其次，當精神科處理情緒病也不錯。我害怕繁複的技術要求。不過，如果能力可及的話…」我說：「我喜歡老人科。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同學瞪大眼睛，嚇到起：「你不認為與老年人溝通很困難嗎？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「除去確診神智不清的病人，對不少病者來說，我們所談的通常不是他們所關心的，那為什麼他需要理會我們？大家跟本九唔搭八。改改話題，聊他們所關心的，情況或會有所不同。環境急速轉變，身體每況愈下，潛藏的抑鬱，或許都是溝通困難的因素。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同學沒做聲。臉上的訝異沒有半分減退跡象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「老人科的感覺很溫柔。（同學：「o下?!」）不像其他專科，用盡各種千奇百怪的方法去治療病症，病未治好，先附送一大堆治療副作用。老人科的分別，在於它不再著重於某單一病症，而是要老人家好好的過生活，提防踤倒，減少痛楚，輔助走動，改善環境.... 在沒有可復原希望的情況下，不再強迫治療，強迫餵飼。我喜歡的，就是在盡力治療以後，能夠放開手，能夠尊重生命的最後一段路，尊重死亡的過程。」我笑道：「無論是輔導、情緒病、還是老人科，我喜歡的都是能把人當做人的空間。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是技術太多，名詞太複雜，我們太專業了；失卻了把人當做人的空間。醫學訓練機械而公式化，要學習的知識多如大海，疲倦和壓力蠶蝕心靈；有幸還剩下一點心力的，也會留給自己和家人。本來，讀書的目的是為了成為醫生幫助病人，歷盡艱辛成為醫生後，卻都只看見病症，失卻了病人。人性，被一堆堆醫學名詞掩埋了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊待（有心機時）續＊&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115859856506206482?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115791395146969537</id><published>2006-09-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:17:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>決定</title><content type='html'>這次，我很清楚自己在作什麼。&lt;br /&gt;我只認為，我在做應做的事，下應下的決定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作為學生，我決定為我的教學部門付出學生應有的尊重；無論教學部門有否對我還以同等的尊重，我都會這樣做。這是顧全雙方顏面的做法，也是我決定不先作公開處理的原因。只是，如果溫和的方法不能帶來對等的尊重和溝通的話，我的尊重也有極限的，我會向我的教學部門表達此種不信任所帶來的失望和痛心，並透過公眾，為我的權利作公開的申訴。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115791395146969537?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115791395146969537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;我走進地鐵站，在一幅紙皮石壁畫面前佇立。這畫有點抽象，但可見十來只白鳥分佈於中式園林景緻之中，每只鳥均被困於一鳥籠之內。我望著鳥兒，心中概嘆每人都有一只籠困住自己，想走走不出，想逃逃不脫；正嘆息之際，又見鳥兒雖被鳥籠所困，但仍能隔著鳥籠與同伴見面和談話，心下也就略寛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;與男友乘地鐵到達觀塘。經過一間涼茶鋪，我被那舊得發黃的牆紙和雄渾的毛筆字招牌吸引了，進去要了一碗五花茶。小時候，我經常流鼻血，一星期總有兩三天，姨婆接我放學後會帶我去飲五花茶，清熱氣。滿滿的一碗五花茶，暖暖的，喝下去甜甜的就像糖水，不像中藥苦茶般苦得透心。孩提時代，母親從來不許吃糖果，甜甜的五花茶，在我心中一直是糖果的代替品；而且喝了，對身體總有說不出的好處。一時之間，面前的五花茶變成了時光隧道，讓我回到十多年前，捧著那藍邊白身帶有瓦色通花的、十年如一日的碗，再把甜甜的對身體有益的糖水，連回憶一併送進肚裏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近來最喜歡的電視節目，是香港電台外判、Lunchtime production製作的&lt;a href="http://www.rthk.org.hk/tvcommissioning/mcdull/index.htm"&gt;《春田花花中華娃娃博物館》&lt;/a&gt;。一共五集，透過集俗、節日、文字、歷史故事等生動而有深度地介紹了中華民族幾千年來流傳的文化和價值觀；並對「情」、「和」、「團圓」等上一代根深蹄固、新一代毫不認同甚至全不認識的價值觀從新註譯，引導觀眾重尋中華文化中的瑰寶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回程時，隱約聽到Roadshow介紹梅蘭芳，耳邊傳來清脆的笛聲。相比起「至hit電話鈴聲，你今日download左未？」，但覺前者源遠流長得多。一時之間，竟想回家借媽媽的古箏，再學習這些古老的樂曲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115556590955947267?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115556590955947267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115556590955947267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115556590955947267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115556590955947267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_14.html' title='念舊'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115505782267768999</id><published>2006-08-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:33:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>胡扯</title><content type='html'>很久沒有停下來，再細看自己。&lt;br /&gt;生活有太多要求。或許，我應該說，是我和周遭的人互相為大家加上很多要求。&lt;br /&gt;有時，不太明白什麼是「專業 」。從習醫的經歷裏，專業指不能出錯，做重要而且影響別人的決定，然後為這決定負責任。&lt;br /&gt;可能「專業」的背後理念太崇高。這種要求能夠把人所有的能耐榨出來。&lt;br /&gt;被決定的一方（通常指病人及家屬），一方面覺得決定者有無上的權威，另一方面心中有強烈的疑惑和不信任，卻只會在背後偷偷的「搵個相熟既人再問下」。&lt;br /&gt;這是個十分扭曲的現象。&lt;br /&gt;難道專業，背後就有這種如謎一般的不可觸摸的感覺，以及強烈的不信任和畏懼，但又不自覺地期望決定者能為自己帶來奇蹟？&lt;br /&gt;這不很矛盾嗎？&lt;br /&gt;除了神仙或者魔鬼之外，醫生也可以是人吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活真的迫人。確切點說，專業裏的人給別人的壓力特別大。&lt;br /&gt;因為要保持專業。&lt;br /&gt;耐性愈來愈少了，敏感度也在減少，反省的空間更是零。&lt;br /&gt;人愈來愈平凡，什麼堅持、底線、執著，通通在消失。&lt;br /&gt;剩下一個順環境而轉變、沒有自我軀體、隨波逐流的怪物。（唔.... 隨壓逐流？）&lt;br /&gt;連心情也像一條直線，毫無波幅。就像病人死亡後，要證實死亡時，做的那種只有一條直線的心電圖。不是開心，不是不快，不是期待，不是失落。就是什麼都不是那種感覺。&lt;br /&gt;沒有強烈的動力，要求也不是高得讓人喘不過氣來。每一步，或許就是半推半就而成。&lt;br /&gt;其實也不大知道自己在幹什麼。&lt;br /&gt;生活仍然空白。&lt;br /&gt;雖然很忙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算吧，在這裏侃侃而談，細想之下卻毫無重點，胡扯一番發泄而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寫罷，翻看上文，自覺可能我已死亡了。&lt;br /&gt;想起肥榮說「中大團契已死」的那種感慨，和他想表達的意思。&lt;br /&gt;無言。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115505782267768999?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115505782267768999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115505782267768999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115505782267768999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115505782267768999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_09.html' title='胡扯'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115496927956961981</id><published>2006-08-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:47:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心情</title><content type='html'>近來心情不大好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一、唔該停火。談判桌上請表現實質的誠意。&lt;br /&gt;二、收集大學生的指摸作上課點名用途；你唔好再白痴D?!&lt;br /&gt;三、醫院是一個悶局。我需要逃離。&lt;br /&gt;四、不做醫生，還有什麼可以做？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115496927956961981?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115496927956961981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115496927956961981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115496927956961981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115496927956961981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='心情'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115393680349042034</id><published>2006-07-27T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:00:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>上課第四周有感</title><content type='html'>橡皮筋快要被拉斷了。&lt;br /&gt;病房裏充滿著緊張的氣氛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同學之間最大的介蒂，莫過於　入他人的地盤之後，還要留下一點破壞，使隨後的人不得其門而入，變廂把病人獨佔。&lt;br /&gt;另一種是有強烈的佔有慾，把只有四五人的小班課堂變成一對一私人補習課。&lt;br /&gt;還有的是在不合自己心意時，神經反射式的發扭功，要所有人遷就自己，不達目標誓不罷休。&lt;br /&gt;當然，詐傻扮o蒙混水摸魚以蟹行步橫行無忌的，大有人在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找病人，頓變無聲的時間競賽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不分地盤，不分長幼，過份自我……著著都是糾紛的源頭。&lt;br /&gt;包容度在如此壓力下迅速消耗胎盡。大家都只在啞忍，變廂為偏見和距離製造土壤。&lt;br /&gt;早就裂痕處處，我們還有多少啞忍的空間可以消耗？&lt;br /&gt;每天見面微笑稱呼，不能遮掩問題。&lt;br /&gt;我不想看見所謂「包容」以沉默和距離告終。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些難聽的說話，是要說的。我只是在想，有沒有比較溫柔的方法。&lt;br /&gt;血濃積聚了，是需要切開濃泡，忍痛徹底清除濃水才能真正康復的。更重要的，是找出濃水積聚的原因，勤於留意，防止積聚。&lt;br /&gt;我抓破頭也想不到較溫柔的方法。你想到的話，記得告訴我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115393680349042034?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115393680349042034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115393680349042034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115393680349042034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115393680349042034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_27.html' title='上課第四周有感'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115289835950445231</id><published>2006-07-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:32:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachau</title><content type='html'>Two absolutely brain-washing week has passed since my return to Hong Kong. I still remember everything I saw in Dachau. Can any genuinely humane person forget what they saw? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of my guide still rings in my ears: "Think of it as a conveyer belt. They enter into this door walking, they exit through that chimney. Custom made, specifically built, a death factory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he describes a gas chamber, where sick and old victims enter walking, instructed to take off their clothes for a shower, and entered a shower room which is air tight and releases cyanide gas. Dead bodies were then brought to the next room where the bodies are burnt, 2-3 at a time. They listened to the shower instructions in room 1, took off their clothes in room 2, died in room 3, bodies are laid at room 4, and room 5 is the crematorium with the chimney. All under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is the most fortunate way of dying in a concentration camp. At least you go unconscious before you cannot breath anymore. Most importantly, it's quick, and painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but to find certain similarities between the Nazi's antisemitic regime and the current Bush administration in the US. At least their "War on Terror", which grants them supreme power to declare war against anyone/anything they label as "terror". Try to extrapolate this "war on terror" concept. Value-laiden non-objective labels are some of the most powerful means to get strong public support and at the same time do whatever you want. The label provides the reason, not the more objective situation; and people support what is called for because they believe in the value behind this label, which may or may not have anything to do with the more objective situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be oversensitive after my stay in Germany. However I must say I start to appreciate the democratic system and the rule of law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115289835950445231?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115289835950445231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115289835950445231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115289835950445231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115289835950445231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/dachau.html' title='Dachau'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115220528459581104</id><published>2006-07-07T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:04:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight</title><content type='html'>多謝大家的「生日快樂」~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day filled with pressure. Or rather, the word should be responsibility. The responsibility of becoming a doctor in the near future that is hanging in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway it's just a job, but somehow it bears some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that "academic", and I am hoping for a pass only. However, it is the weight of all those daily decision that brings in the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allowing myself fewer mistakes and demanding clearer concepts then I use to be in the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure to be responsible. The pressure to be safe. The pressure of not to admit a 40-year-old with vertigo whose BP is 200/100 and concentrated on the vertigo alone forgetting everything about hypertension; a terrible mistake that I have made 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must improve. I hope I will. 9 months to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115220528459581104?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115220528459581104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115220528459581104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115220528459581104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115220528459581104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/weight.html' title='Weight'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115211729090253828</id><published>2006-07-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:34:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>多謝陳婷，Helen同埋淑媛既surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;當然仲有多謝我既好同房!!&lt;br /&gt;好開心呀!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115211729090253828?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115211729090253828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115211729090253828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115211729090253828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115211729090253828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115209917302596295</id><published>2006-07-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:37:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai..</title><content type='html'>It's emptiness over both sides of the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lone and alienation. The adverse effects of territorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate single rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover effect of being in Germany alone? Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing something good that I have once experienced and that I deliberately abondoned? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of work to do, though. My medicine is at med 2 level.&lt;br /&gt;Time to repay the long-avoided debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current study topics:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the liver function test, what tests does it contain, and what do the results mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ditto for renal function test.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ditto for thyroid function test.&lt;br /&gt;4. Heparin, warfarin and aspirin - which is which, most common indications, and how to read the clotting profile and platelet counts.&lt;br /&gt;5. What parts does the basal ganglia contain?&lt;br /&gt;6. How to recognise an ischaemic stroke lesion on a plain CT&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the difference between antiplatelet and anticoagulation?&lt;br /&gt;8. ECG diagnosis: atrial fibrillation, left ventricular hypertrophy, axis deviation, heart block, myocardial ischemia and infarction.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on......&lt;br /&gt;These are all things that are taught in med 2 and med 3. Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't believe it... Germany lost!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115209917302596295?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115209917302596295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115209917302596295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115209917302596295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115209917302596295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/ai.html' title='ai..'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115164949955555285</id><published>2006-06-30T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:38:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country</title><content type='html'>Going on the plane heading to Dubai and then Hong Kong in 14 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munich is no doubt a city with a big past. The more I learn, the more I am stunned by her last 100 years of history. Or Germany as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Germans have such a mixed feeling with their national flag and their national anthem. When I watched the World cup with other Germans, many refuse to sing their national anthem along with their players on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;German flags are normally not hung around openly to avoid being too "nationalistic". The world cup period is an exceptional case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being ashamed of one's own country. This is not the case in France, Italy, England, or the States. You can see national flags flying around everyday everywhere. People are proud of their country. But shame is in Germany, and so is Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching world cup matches, I envy the fans for having a flag to hold on and heartedly cheer to. For my own world cup decoration, I have bought a multinational flag -- one with the national flags of all the 32 finalist countries printed on it. And when I was watching the games with German students, I wave the German flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will I wave and cheer the five star flag heartedly. Football is easier. History isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germans admitted their past. Whether it is willing or forced I don't care, as long as history is allowed to show its faces as it once was, no more, no less. I wonder when will the Chinese admit our own past, let it be known openly, and move on with this memory behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congress hall in Munich consists of an old centre building where Hitler once hold meeting inside, and two side wings made of transparent glass walls, the originals completely bombed during WWII by the allied forces. The new and old mixture signifies that they have had a painful past and now they are having a transparent government operating for their people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115164949955555285?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115164949955555285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115164949955555285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115164949955555285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115164949955555285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/country.html' title='Country'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-115020346780909250</id><published>2006-06-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:58:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e57e9217"&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;Blank.&lt;br /&gt;Stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;Tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken.&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone. More then ever. Nothing from the modernity, no phone, no computer. Big language barrier, german speaking hospital. Foreign place, foreign people. Living alone. Only me take care of me. No friends. No one to talk to. No relationship. No job, no duty, no responsibility. Me in the midst of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, with nothing around me, I don't know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary on 8-6-2006:&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather return to my small little life in Hong Kong that even myself feel pathetic for it, then to live here in a vast foreign country with nothing interactive, or worse, living, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not the kind of silly "retreat" - as they claim themselves are - where everybody switches off their phone and hide in some beautiful houses for a day or two, spending time mingle around each other, or do some worksheets, trying to "discover themselves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-115020346780909250?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115020346780909250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=115020346780909250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115020346780909250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/115020346780909250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/empty.html' title='Empty.'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114909972991939729</id><published>2006-05-31T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:29:37.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierdest day of trip</title><content type='html'>Today is supposed to be the day I arrive at Würzburg. It is supposed to be the day I start my elective. Today is supposed to be 1st of June.&lt;br /&gt;But today is the 31th of May, a day that I had perceived to be nonexistent until I'm on the train going to Würzburg.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who checked my ticket pointed out that I had written a wrong date. I'm supposed to write 31/5 instead of 1/6. I argued with him for a while until I realised I was wrong. This means that I'm going to arrive Germany a day ahead of schedule, and nobody is going to pick me up at the train station today. They will only pick me up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with a sudden 'extra' day, with nowhere to go, no place to stay, and no plans at all.&lt;br /&gt;I studied my lonely planet right on the train and decided to go to Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. So far so good. Although I messed up my calender, I arrived at Frankfurt, and got a dorm bed in the hostle right across the train station. This is a hell lot of luck in this World Cup season, when everything is so fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 2 weird thing. I bumped into a University student protest on the plaza right in front of the train station. They are a group of uni students protesting against tuition fee payment changed. All Uni students in Germany is currently having free uni education. They don't have to pay a penny. Now the Government is trying to impose a loan system, meaning that students have to pay their own tuition fee. However, no detailed structure of the loan system is established (e.g. the interest rate of the loan is suggested to be 7.5%!!) and it sounded all like students from poor families are going to be in huge debts when they finish uni while those in rich families are going to be debt free (Well, isn't it the same in HK?). Anyway I was simply having so much free time I joined them. I talked to some of the students on the way, and experienced their way of protesting. For some reason they liked marching on the big car roads &lt;strong&gt;IN BETWEEN RUNNING CARS&lt;/strong&gt;. It all looked a bit dangerous to me, but they do succeed in transmitting their message to the public; well, at least to the drivers that passed by.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to discuss with them the grant-loan system in Hong Kong, and some of them seems to agree with our system. Anyways, good luck to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 3 thing. This is not weird, it is a very very nice thing. I went to a Chinese restaurant to have dinner tonight -- and I bumped into a restaurant ran by Hong Kong people!! I had a full dish of Yeung Zhou Chau Fan and Lai Tong (the regular soup), and read the European version of ShingTao Daily!! This is simply luxury when you have had bread bread bread and bread as your sole food (well, nearly. Coz this is cheap) for 10 days consecutively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'am going to Würzburg tomorrow at noon time. I've forgotten all my Surgery... good luck to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114909972991939729?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114909972991939729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114909972991939729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114909972991939729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114909972991939729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/wierdest-day-of-trip.html' title='Wierdest day of trip'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114882880782718428</id><published>2006-05-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:06:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th day of trip</title><content type='html'>Trip ending.  Elective approaching. I've forgotten everything in Surgery. Poor me!!&lt;br /&gt;Had my best day of trip in Innsbruke. I've had my first Kebab (forgive my ignorance, I did have it 22 y/o in Austria), and have so much fun with the restaurant owner, who let me into the kitchen. He speaks German only, I speak English only, but we had so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;During my stay in the Youth hostel that night, I've met:&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese guy who is hitch-hiking his way thru Europe, South america, Africa and North America, a journey lasting 1.5-2 years. (Hitch-hiking means you try to signal some driver on the highway and ask for a lift.)&lt;br /&gt;An Australian girl who is doing a 7 months solo journey in Europe. I can smell the strong and decisiveness in her speech. She is a fresh graduate from film directing, and has such strong opinions on life and the society and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;A girl from Brazil. We had another night's stay together in Salzburg. She may come to me again for a good night's sleep in my apartment during the World Cup in Germany. She is hoping for the Brazil vs Australia (if i remember correctly) on 18th of June in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;A Hong Kong guy, who has graduated from HKU E&amp;amp;F for around 1 year, now employed as a management trainee in some big company. He took a 2 weeks off, which is maximum for him in this company, to tour around Europe and have a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my way to Innsbruke...&lt;br /&gt;I met this Austrian guy in his early thirties. He is an international business degree holder, worked in a Regional company for 3 consecutive years without a break, and felt himself "shrunk" (that's my word, but he takes it). This is his first holiday, and he went on a hike on the Southern part of France, following a route documented a century ago (I regretted not to copy down the name and author of that book... I really wanted to read it). So he had this 14 day hike in the largely underdeveloped region of France. We talked a lot more on the train ride, this guy was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still more people I've met back in Switzerland. Not all of them are inspiring, though. And I found Hong Kongers amongst the most boring and uninteresting group of tourists, assuming there exists different kinds of tourists. Mainlanders not in a touring group tend to be fast tourers, they aim to visit all the main tourist attractions in all major cities within the shortest time. Are them aiming to know the place or to tell their friends that they have arrived in some famous city? Ai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time allows, there is still lots more to write. But time is money in this costly little internet cafe, so I'd rather stop writing. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114882880782718428?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114882880782718428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114882880782718428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114882880782718428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114882880782718428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/8th-day-of-trip.html' title='8th day of trip'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114836489919081615</id><published>2006-05-23T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:14:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of trip</title><content type='html'>I'm now in Interlaken, Switzerland. This is a place where you can simply rise your head and gain a good view of the Jungfrau and the rest of the Alps. Stunned by the regularity and the stability of the German-speaking population. You can always predict what will happen at what time of which day... there are not many surprises. However, this sense of regularity gives you tramendous sense of security, that a solo traveller like me is in desperate need of. [I wish to press enter at this place but I can't... anyway.] Going to have a boat ride at Thunsee this morning followed by city tour at Bern, the capital city of Switzerland. Thunsee is a lake near Interlaken, it's main water source from the ice-caps of the Alps. Bern is an old town with lots of fountains which each of them has their own historical meaning. I'm looking forward to today's tour. [Enter]. Anyways... I must admit solo travelling is sometimes boring and a bit lonely. A person nearby you helps you to explore the place more thoroughly. However, you get a lot of freedom doing solos. Again, the good and the bad sides... you can't be picky here.[Enter]. I miss Hong Kong and all of you. Hugs to everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114836489919081615?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114836489919081615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114836489919081615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114836489919081615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114836489919081615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/4th-day-of-trip.html' title='4th day of trip'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114771389102972896</id><published>2006-05-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:28:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>行程</title><content type='html'>以下是我暑假的行程。如果你發現自己可能於他國和我相遇，歡迎你留言告訴我，找個地方見見面。如有東西想我代買，也可以告訴我。想要POSTCARD的話，把你的郵寄地址電郵(&lt;a href="mailto:man_sum@yahoo.com"&gt;man_sum@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;)給我吧，記得要寫英文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-25/5 Switzerland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/5&lt;br /&gt;AM: Flight landing at Zurich&lt;br /&gt;PM: Train Zurich - Lucern&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Lucern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/5&lt;br /&gt;AM: Lucern&lt;br /&gt;PM: Interlaken&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Interlaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/5&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;PM:Golden pass, Chateau de Chillon, lake Geneva area, Lausanne&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Interlaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/5&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;amp;PM:Bern&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Interlaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/5&lt;br /&gt;AM: Lake Thun&lt;br /&gt;PM: Travel uphill to Gimmelwald&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Gimmelwald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/5&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;PM: Jungfrau region, elevator and hike&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Gimmelwald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;26-30/5 Austria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/5&lt;br /&gt;AM: Train from Gimmelwald to Innsbruck&lt;br /&gt;PM: Innsbruck&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Innsbruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/5&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;amp;PM: Hall&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Travel to Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/5 (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;AM: Church&lt;br /&gt;PM: Opera, City tour&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/5&lt;br /&gt;AM: Travel to Vienna&lt;br /&gt;PM: Kunsthistorisches Museum&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/5&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;PM: City tour&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1-30/6 Germany&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/6&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;amp;PM: Train Vienna - Wurzburg&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Wurzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-30/6 weekdays&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;amp;PM: Elective: general surgery at University of Wurzburg&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Wurzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-30/6 weekends&lt;br /&gt;Route undecided, may cover Romantic road, Rhine river to Koln, Munich, exact details to be confirmed upon arrival to Wurzburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/7&lt;br /&gt;Flight to Hong Kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114771389102972896?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114771389102972896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114771389102972896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114771389102972896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114771389102972896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_16.html' title='行程'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114741511825487714</id><published>2006-05-12T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:25:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>茫然</title><content type='html'>「就咁過左四份之一個人生了。若果冇咁長命的話，可能是三份一，或者二份一個人生添。」&lt;br /&gt;近個多月來，男朋友不止一次跟我談這個。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的。自從他畢業以來，就像一葉小舟在汪洋中飄蕩，沒有方向，沒有可依靠的地方，更不知道自己在這樣做什麼。每天都是這樣茫茫然不知所以，就像《春田花花同學會》裏鄭中基的一段說話：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：唔...咁太奇怪啦。你冇哂記憶力，咁你既日常生活點過架呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：都係一樣架啦：起身，著衫，返工…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：點返呀？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：搭地鐵囉都係&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：咁你點知道向邊個站落車呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔知架…我都係搭到咁上下，見到人地落，我就落架ja…哈哈…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：跟著又去邊呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔…唔知架…咁…d公司通常都向d商業大廈架啦，我咪求其入部(車立)，都有人o禁制架啦…哈…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：你…上到公司做咩呀？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔知架…都係求其搵間入，咁入到去，冇人出聲咯，咁咪搵個位，坐低做野囉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：d野你識做咩？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔洗識個噃，問下人就得啦…哈不過原來個個都唔識架…哈哈哈…都係求其打幾個電話，講一埋野，咁樣又食Lunch咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：Lunch你又記得？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔洗記得個喎！肚餓係唔洗記得架嘛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;中醫：D—大—便—點—呀—？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：哈係噃，大便都係唔洗記得個噃！……之後咪又跟住d人返工囉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：唔...咁放左工呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：飲下野啦…跟住都係返屋企。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：咁你點記得你屋企向邊呀？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：唔記得架……都係果d咩軒咩華庭咁啦……我o禁d密碼嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟…求其入到咪得囉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Viann：哇，你間屋係咪人地架？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;鄭中基：咩人唔人地呀…個個都係按左比銀行架啫…入到去隻狗唔咬，咪自己屋企囉……哈哈…咁之後沖個涼，食野，食完野睇陣電視，咪上床訓囉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說茫然，其實我和他不相伯仲。那種不只是對前路的茫然，是對生命的茫，對生活的茫，裏面潛在著一種對現時生活的不滿，有一種改變現狀的渴求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現狀，是好工不易找，是要還grant loan，是要供養父母，是要儲錢結婚，說白了，是要滿足Maslow triangle最底層最根本的需要，是要吃喝拉撒睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我記起《春田花花同學會》中，麥兜和呀May一段關於「本質」的對話：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;May：唔係呀，我係講緊d生活意義呀，本質呀果d野呀。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;麥兜：呀...本質d野...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;　　　有次我媽媽帶我去食家鄉雞噃。d雞一打開，你知我啦，手套都唔帶 就去o那雞喎，咁我媽媽就話我啦，你個死仔，手套都唔帶就去o那雞？一陣間o那o那下雞，就話依度痕、果度痕，又用隻o那雞手依度抓、果度抓，抓完抓夠 啦，又走去o那雞。好啦，食食下雞，又話急小便，隻手o那完雞又去o那個本質，o那完個本質又o那雞，第二日，就死死樣咁同我講，「媽媽，我個本質起粒粒 呀！」，咁梗係起粒粒啦，你個死仔，o那完雞唔洗手就去o那本質，同你查藥膏又流哂馬尿噃，「呀...我個本質好那呀！」死唔抵可憐呀你個本質！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;May：我唸你講緊果個呢，唔係本質噃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;麥兜：吓？唔係本質咩？我係得呢個 ja噃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊　＊　＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他自己去看了Match Point。之後，堅持要和我去戲院再看一次。&lt;br /&gt;運氣無疑是這片子的主題，但是，他更要我感受主角的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;影片講述一個貧苦青年，儲心積慮要結交有錢人，成為乘龍快婿後更平步青雲，背後放棄了他深愛的網球以至他本來的真面目，更親手殺掉自己的情婦，亦是自己最愛的人，背上一生的自責。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他說：「我很像主角。」&lt;br /&gt;我回應：「這很悲哀。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊　＊　＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都想擺脫悲哀的人生，但是，我們壓根兒不知道自己想要什麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他說：「實在好諷刺，對左自己廿五年啦，完全唔知自己想要d咩，好似唔識自己咁。自己對左自己廿五年，最唔認識自己既人就係自己。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我回應：「自己？乜用黎識架咩？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他茫然。就這樣，我們都過了四份之一的人生。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114741511825487714?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114741511825487714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114741511825487714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114741511825487714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114741511825487714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114623003584867331</id><published>2006-04-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:13:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沒有宗教框框的靈性生命（四之二）</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;沒有宗教框框的靈性生命（四之二）&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;   今天我想與大家探討一下，靈性生命與宗教的關係是什麼。很多人想起靈性、神修等，都會聯想起與宗教有關，好像沒有了宗教，就沒有了靈性與神修。今天我們就去探索這是否事實。 &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;靈性幅度&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　但其實還有一個幅度，叫做靈性幅度，這與靈性生活中的理性有所不同。我們很多時靠思考和真實的體驗而覺察和領略到出來，但是這不等同於精神生活，今天 我想跟大家較詳細的分析這方面。當一個人清閒時，會問問做人究竟是為了什麼？當你富有時你會問，你捱窮時又會問，你享受得多最後也是一般，吃得多魚翅都是 不外如是。&lt;br /&gt;　　婆婆未有讀過書，去銀行都要蓋圖章，有一次我去探她，我說她的兒子很好，住的地方有萬多呎，很大，但她郤說沒有什麼大不了，因容她藏身的地方只有一張 床，即使吃山珍海味，當人的胃吃飽了後，就什麼都吃不下。這些人真是很有智慧和有靈性。因她懂得明白做人究竟為了什麼。&lt;br /&gt;　　當我們問做人為了什麼或為何有痛苦，為何善有惡報，或是死了去那裏，生命是否永恒等問題，是一些常有問題，你讀過書與否都會問，人為何要出現在這世 界？父母生我，但我不願來到世界的，但為何我要來呢？但來到了，為的是什麼呢？究竟有沒有神？看肯定有神的人活得多麼的「符碌」……永遠享福是否真正的享 福？永遠快樂是否快樂？&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;終極關懷&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　當一個人有時候靜下來，無論是受苦抑或享福，他懂得去問這些問題時，且懂得去關注這些問題時，靈性生命就開始，宗教家和神學家處稱這些問題為終極關 懷，叫ultimate concern，終極是我們人生最後的東西，是關於有沒有神，死了會到那裏，來這世界上做什麼等問題，這些或者你會在受苦時問，或在享盡榮華富貴時你會 問，我想除了有些少數人會不肯想這些問題之外，一些人可能因為生活而很辛苦，而沒有空閒去想，但其實在他辛苦時一定會想過做人究竟為什麼，這就是終極問 題。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;靈性生活＝終極生命的探索和關懷&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　當我們去找尋答案，或問自己如何答覆上面的問題，或如何照我了解的去生活時，這就是靈性生命，這與終極關懷有關。這裡還未有神出現，但神會遲早出現， 問題是如果我們能認真面對這些不時會在腦海中浮現的有關問題，我就不怕這個人沒有靈性生活了，他一定有，如果只是問而不去求的話，就不行。因很多時我們會 問，但問完後就擱置一邊，於是靈性生命發展不到出來，這是可惜的。　　&lt;br /&gt;  　　這種問題有很多人會問，一些人會束之高閣，一些人則覺得這些問題多餘，沒有繼續追尋下來，一些人就會繼續追尋，追尋的途徑有很多。所以靈性生活就是對終極生命的探索和關懷。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;願意尋找&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　一個人的靈性生活其實是他的人生觀，亦是他對終極問題的理解和理解後的投身的結果，以及流露。我要正視這些問題，所以我要不斷的去問自己如何回答，這 個世上有沒有神？問完後我真的去追尋答案，當我問如果上蒼是慈善的，為何會有痛苦呢？我去追尋和找答案，我未必找到，但我會去找，當你願意去找，你就是活 在靈性生活當中。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;活出生命&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　而且，當我去追尋答案時，我會按著回答而去度我的生活，我不是只問問題，同時，我知道多少，我會活出多少，我可能不知道痛苦為何會來，我只知道它來了，我如何去面對呢？這是就靈性生活。&lt;br /&gt;  　　死了後去那裡？我們不知道，因為沒有人死了後回來告訴我們，死後會到那裡。但當我們去探索時，會有很多哲學家，思想家，文學家，宗教人士給予不同的答案，但我會懂得分析，去追尋這些答案是否無稽或對我有好處，我就照我得到的道理去生活，這就是靈性生命。&lt;br /&gt;　　如果是這樣的話，我們會知道一些道理，有不少人會在宗教中找到令其滿意的答案，所有宗教都會回答我們這些問題，如有沒有神，有沒有永遠，痛苦那裏來 等，有不少的人進入了宗教，且能在當中找到完滿的答案，所以他們很開心的生活下去。這是一種人，這些通常是熱心教友，積極的基督徒，佛教徒等，他們找到了 答案。&lt;br /&gt;　　但有一些人是在宗教中得到啟發，而從中得到答案，他們不入宗教，但我們去探索不同宗教所提供的答案，而其中一些人發覺不同的宗教，經過了一定的探索和 經驗後，發覺能給予令他們滿意的答案，他們就按著這些答案生活。他們會感謝感激宗教，但他們不留在當中。這是第二個情況。&lt;br /&gt;　　第三個情況，一些入了教，一些沒有。他們在宗教的幫助下，漸漸更上一層樓，他們不滿意宗教給予的答案，他們要找到自己的答案，分別到嗎？本來宗教已很 清楚告訴我們！有天堂有地獄，有善神有惡神，有誡命你要守，有足夠的指引，但有些人偏覺得不夠，他們看到宗教給予的答案中，還看到有矛盾的地方，不滿意的 地方，他們願意去探索這方面。&lt;br /&gt;　　在宗教的規範太窄了，雖然給予的都是好東西，如果我能滿足於此，我其實可以是個快樂人，但我郤不滿足，想再上一層樓，這種人在教會內時，或者會變成先 知，或是叛徒。或這些人會很前衛，數十年後別人為你平反為聖人，有些可能是另尋自己的路，但他自己都承認他之所以這樣，是得到宗教的啟發，得到了求知和探 索永恒的力量。這種人會自己走自己的路，這個世界有這種人存在。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;對真理的追尋&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　我有個結論就是──人對靈性生命的重視和實踐，孕育出宗教，而非宗教產生靈性生命。分別到嗎？如果每個人能誠實做人的話，只要他不是麻木的話，一個普通人會對一般物質生活以外的問題有一種好奇心，不滿足的心而要去探索，這就是終極關懷和靈性生命。&lt;br /&gt;　　人有了這種傾向和對真理的追尋，對絕對的追尋，對不止於看得見，聽得到，觸摸得到的東西，而是心靈深處感覺到這個世界上，除了有些看到，聽到或觸摸到 的東西之外，還有些東西是真實的，但目前為止我們聽不到，看不到，觸模不到的，他就去追尋這些，這就是靈性生活。所以是先有靈性生命才有宗教。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;教義和禮儀是任何宗教的支柱&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　而宗教自然地提供一套信仰給大家，一會兒我會解釋這個信仰，信仰其實是一套教義和禮儀，因所有宗教都有特點，有一套教義，教義是解釋終極關懷問題的答案，每個宗教都有自己的一套，你信得舒服就相信，否則就不信好了。&lt;br /&gt;  　　除此之外，每一個宗教都有禮儀，這班人聚在一起時會用行為去表達他們所信的，這就變成禮儀。教義和禮儀是任何宗教的支柱，表現得好與否，令人信服與否是另一回事，不過任何宗教，包括正教邪教都有禮儀和教義。&lt;br /&gt;  　　這兩套東西就凝聚了我們的信仰，然後再將它系統化和將它變成一些較易聽的道理，或很清楚的戒條，提示等，這就變成了信仰。&lt;br /&gt;　　當然，我們在神修神學上，當我們談信仰時，我們會立即說不是這樣，信仰是另一回事，信仰是與神的關係，在此，我純粹以宗教學的角度去理解，信仰都是一 些以教義和禮儀凝聚出來的，有系統的、你聽得明白的一些東西。而當我們在信仰生活時，信仰生活亦提供了方法去滋養我們的靈性生活，這些都是我們所謂的神修 方法等。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;答客問&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  問：當靈性生命出現問題時，而宗教可以幫他找到他接受的答案，那麼，應該是先有宗教才有靈生生命，但你郤說相反，所以我不太明白這個先後次序。&lt;br /&gt;  答：人先有了終極關懷，人有這種渴望和需要，對人生很多問題需要找尋答案，有了這種需要和努力，在這裏出現了宗教。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;問：宗教可以給予他答案？&lt;br /&gt;  答：是的。每個宗教都會給予答案，而且可能某些答案會相同，但很多時都會不同。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;問：如果一個沒有宗教的人，他有靈性生命時，是否代表他不完全，是否要透過宗教才能令他的靈性生活發展完全呢？例如當他問生命有何意義時，他已經有靈性生命，但他不去找答案，他就不可以了，但是否一定要透過宗教去找答案呢？&lt;br /&gt;答：容許我用另一種答覆答你，不是直接答覆你的問題。當一個人自己的信仰生活，靈性生活活得透徹時，他會超越了宗教，即是說宗教可以說是他的起點，對他的 終極關懷給予答案，但當這個人嚴肅地去活自己的信仰生活時，到一定時間，他的靈性生活到了相當成熟境界時，宗教只作為一個機構，宗教當中的規範對他來說已 沒甚特別，已不重要。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;宗教的作用&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　宗教是有它的作用的，現在我便解釋宗教的作用是什麼。但宗教不是最終的目的。現在我們進入另一個探索，就是宗教之為用，宗教是什麼，有什麼作用？&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;提供一些答案&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　第一樣用途是對終極的奧秘提供一套自成的答案，即自以為完滿的答案，而這答案會透過特定的語言和符號通傳給世界。&lt;br /&gt;　　當有一群人他們覺得對終極問題有一套完整的答案，他們將這個答案透過語言、文字、符號，符號的意思是行為、動作等通傳給外間世界，並與其他人和外在的 世界建立起交談的基礎。所以宗教的用途是可以提供給你認為滿意的答案，對終極問題的答案，這是第一個用處，一些領洗了的人都有此經驗，在領洗前會覺得做人 很悶，發覺領洗了的人像很好的，於是你會覺得可能有些東西他們有而我沒有的，所以你會去探索，去學道理和慕道，在慕道時，你又會覺得導師說的話像是很對， 雖然有些事我不太明白，但最少給予我一些解答，於是你漸漸進入去，開始接受它給你的答案，這就是你宗教生活的開始。靈性生活你已經有了，因你去探索。&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;凝聚善的力量&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  　　第二是招集有同樣信仰的人，成為一股力量去推廣他們所信的，並去實踐改變或改善世界的力量，所有宗教都很希望透過自己的教義，行為去改善世界，使人與人之間相處得更好，使世界更平和，更友愛，絕大部份的宗教是這樣的，只有少數是例外，這是宗教之為用。&lt;br /&gt;　　我相信耶穌基督，你會認為：「我一個人信衪便可以了，我信衪的福音，又照衪的福音去行事，我不需要加入教會。」我們為何要加入教會呢？教會中有一群人 都是信仰基督的，這群人的善意凝聚一起成為一股善的力量，能更加影響和左右著這個世界，減輕世界墮落的程度，使這個世界活得更光彩。這是教會，宗教團體聚 合的原因，有同一種信念的人，聚合一股善的力量。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男朋友一句：洗唔洗黎探監呀？&lt;br /&gt;道盡心聲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114623003584867331?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114623003584867331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>...............</title><content type='html'>唉.... 好多時候，人都係好似咩都冇做過咁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好快考試，今日一連掃左10個chapter，之後上icq，見到朋友send黎既&lt;a href="http://www.ln.edu.hk/philoso/PHI222%28homepage%29/index.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;，有關生與死；睇左陣，個人好似去左另一個世界，好似d書同生死好大距離。好搞笑，明明是很接近生死的科目，偏好像最遠離。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多時臨考試前，要花好一段時間，將個人調整到一個真係關心病人既狀態裏面。同學仔個個向度係咁背書，我就走左去睇醫院裏面既人。一個人一個生命。好多時，向一個坐輪椅既婆婆身上見到medicine，向考試裏面見唔到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好 多時考試前，背書背到最頂峰既時候，我都會出去睇人。我好喜歡睇人。睇一個向你身邊行過既師奶，一個鴕背既呀婆，occasionally會見到個CP 仔，或者一個Downs，身邊有個義工，或者有個照顧佢既屋企人。我會向個師奶身上見到HT/DM, 同埋佢拎住左好大好大包藥... 每日一粒，每日一粒。會見到佢背後既屋企，仔女，丈夫，wonder佢地之間既關係係點既。感覺上我點樣做套exam，有冇miss左一個step都唔重 要，medicine醫到人嗎？人醫到人。望住書本裏面既知識，普通人 向裏面見到生命既可貴，見到生老病死悲歡離合。醫生見到專有名詞和象牙塔的知識，最新的科技發展。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有時見到d大醫生，對醫療科技的追逐和對新跑車、新音響組合的追逐心態同出一轍。有的是對科技的追逐，眼裏看不見人。醫治成了表現自己的方法，表演的一種，可以用來show off。生命被約化，人成了一個又一個diagnosis，lesion，syndrome。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同學們都承認學習裏的東西和病人相距很遠。我不知道同學們有沒有採取什麼方法拉近這種差距。有些人甚至不明白為何病人和家屬會這麼緊張。我不知道我可以做什麼。我只知道我不喜歡這種感覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上是比較極端的形容。不少醫生不是這樣的，醫療專業和人性關懷也不是對立的，我也見過一些醫生能把兩者揉合得很溫柔。或許我是從書本中猛地抽出來，看了網頁，整個人楞了，PTSD吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加 多句... somehow，我覺得醫生不是主角。醫生是病人生命裏的一個配角。這人有何幸，讀了一堆書，便得以走進這許多人的生命之中。就算不是什麼大意義，也算在 另一個人的生命裏面有過一點兒影響。考試的時候，醫生是主角，在表演，一舉手一投足都計分，能夠跟足台詞做就最高分。離開試場之後，醫生和病人在相處，在 互相影響，冇script的，就只有兩個人的interaction。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;向&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/heyson/"&gt;Heyson&lt;/a&gt;既xanga度抄來的，好貼切！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;醫學院一年一度的年終扮醫生大賽即將舉行，各參賽者均努力備戰中。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;本年度的比賽採用四式混合制，分兩部份進行。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;第一部份：寫作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;本部份旨在考驗各參賽者在醫學"常識"上的寫作能力 (尤其於乜都唔識時的吹水能力)。請各參賽者留意，本年度不會有 Multiple Guess Questions (即MCQ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;舉行時間：二零零六年四月二十五日 (星期二)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;第二部份：扮醫生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;各參賽者須於指定時限內扮醫生，然後向一個扮病人的病人 (?!) 問取病歷。大會為求增加是次比賽的刺激度，本年度將即場加入醫學"常識"答問環節，保證各參賽者的賢上腺素高高高。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;舉行時間：二零零六年五月二、三日 (星期二、三)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;獎品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;於是次比賽表現良好的參賽者將獲贈六星期的自費海外/國內/本地學習團及五年級入場券乙張 (不得轉讓)。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;殘酷一叮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;另於日前舉行的預賽表現優異的參賽者將獲邀參加高級組醫學"常識"殘酷一叮viva(答問)比賽。於此部份優勝的參賽者可獲得叮叮(distinction)或/及精美金牌一個。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;舉行時間：待定 (將有專人通知獲邀的參賽者)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;在此祝福各參賽者勁過~~~~ 加油~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114581138726356280?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114581138726356280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114581138726356280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114581138726356280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114581138726356280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_24.html' title='...............'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114561870173437237</id><published>2006-04-21T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:25:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沒有宗教框框的靈性生命（四之一）</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;沒有宗教框框的靈性生命&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;（四之一）關俊棠神父&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; http://hk.geocities.com/lokingip/fr_kwan1.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我想與大家探討一下，靈性生命與宗教的關係是什麼。很多人想起靈性、神修等，都會聯想起與宗教有關，好像沒有了宗教，就沒有了靈性與神修。今天我們就去探索這是否事實。 &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;靈性生命與宗教的關係&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有兩樣東西我很想與大家分享，我曾到加拿大上課時，停留了一段長時間，我發現了一些特別的現象。我們上的不是宗教課，是有關於人格成長，整合，輔導 等，與宗教無關的，我有五十至六十個同學，我們相處時間久了，什麼都可以談，我發現這些同學是來自加拿大和美國不同階層的社會，他們很多都告訴我，他們是 領了洗，有些是基督教，有些是天主教，但他們已不去聖堂了，這不會感到奇怪，在歐美很多地方都是這樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　但令我覺得特別的是，他們有不少的都很重視和尋找精神生活和靈性生活。例如他們生活簡樸，不重物質生活，每天做祈禱默想，他們對生命關懷，且欣賞大自然，他們關注死後的生命。他們喜歡尋找不同宗教傳統及禮儀，他們有時候在家裏聚在一起時，都有這些禮節和禮儀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　較特別的是，他們不太相信及強調人格化了的神，我們很清楚的是，神是三位一體，是父是子是聖神，及是降生成人的天主，他們不太強調和著重，他們在那裏找尋靈性生命的滋養呢？就在不同的古代原始的宗教，特別是東方或在哲學中找尋他們的靈性生活和滋養。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　他們不接受建制的教會，他們不接受教會是一個組織，他們不太理會和緊張上聖堂。但他們對教會的態度是疏遠而非攻擊，他們很好，最少不會知道我是 神父而追著我攻擊我的宗教。他們只是疏遠建制的教會，但他們又會承認自己是領了洗的教友，這裏我可以看到，即使有些人不上聖堂和對宗教失望，但這些人對自 己的精神和靈性生活沒有脫節，沒有疏忽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　第二，近這十年，在香港和台灣都漸漸聽到，但在歐洲和北美地區，早在二三十年前已開始聽到，這就是新紀元運動(new  age movement)，宗教部都曾提及過這運動，叫大家小心，因來路不正，一不小心會走歪路。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　其實這運動不是組織，但是最初在三十年前，由一個住在加尼福尼亞的印度人帶起了一個靈性復興的運動，剛巧就遇上越戰，美國人受戰爭影響，對傳統 的宗教、生活、靈性都抱很大的質疑，亦發覺物質生活滿足不到靈性的需要。台灣都有很多關於這個印度學者和此運動的書，這運動並非要令自己成為一個組織。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　但是這班人從不同的宗教和哲學，古代哲學，去尋求生活的意義、靈性生活的方式和如何滋養自己的靈性生活和靈性生活。這班人漸漸凝聚成一股力量，叫新紀元。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;主流宗教失去影響力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我們只想提出一點，為何近三四十年來，為何會有新紀元運動的出現和興起？其中一個原因是，今日世界上的主流宗教，失去了影響力。有很多有心人來自不同 宗教，自小受不同宗教薰陶，但後來他們發覺到這些宗教如天主教、基督教、道教、伊斯蘭教、印度教等教派，這些教派未能讓很多人折服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　主流宗教不能阻止人間的紛爭和衝突，大家都知道宗教是好的，但宗教存在已久，始終人類並無好過，其實大家若沒有過份熱心的成見，認為自己的宗教 一定最好的話，我們可以看看這個宗教已有二千多年歷史，但在這歷史期間，有時候得到了宗教的幫助，有所突破有所改進，但宗教有時有很多地方很矛盾，並製造 了紛爭，是不同宗教之間的紛爭，大家都信神和說愛，但這個愛或神都常成為我們爭執的原因。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　一些有識之士看到，不值得在宗教中追尋，但他們又覺得靈性和精神生活是重要的，於是他們自己去找，而不想留在所謂主流宗教的架構之中去找尋。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;建制上過份發展&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　其實主流宗教失去了影響力，有很多原因，其中是在建制上過份發展。宗教本身是追索靈性的，但因為宗教發展龐大時，便要有一定的組織和建制，而這些組織和建制若比靈性活命強的時候，就很可惜，影響了宗教之為宗教的本質。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;宗教與政治掛鉤&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有時你要在一個地方發展你的教會和信仰，你必須要與當地的政治團體和力量扯上關係，當你一扯上關係就從此天下多事，有時是難以避免。同時，特別在這幾 十年間，與資本主義行了這麼多年，其實雜染了很多不太適合任何一個宗教的東西，因此，使宗教的靈性價值和發展或推展上失色，這是我幾年來觀察到的。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　一方面發現到有很多人離開了教會，但他們依然著重精神和靈性生活，一方面我們會說教會能提供很多答案，對人生有很理想的解釋，但又看到很多主流宗教本 身有很多內在問題，而影響了它的靈活性和傳遞靈性訊息的能力。這兩點我希望大家可以記得，這是作為我們今天主題探索的背景。所以不到聖堂的人，不代表他的 靈性生活比我們差，當然，只信自己和物質，靈性生命會乾枯的。這希望大家記住，沒有宗教的人不表示沒有靈性生活。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;靈性生活&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　一個人的生活有幾個不同的層次，第一是物質生活。最基本的是衣食住行，如果連這方面都滿足不到，談靈性和精神是紙上談兵。這是物質的基本需要，一個人 最少要養活自己，是令生命可以存在的基本需要。有得吃，衣服可閉體，有地方可住，這是基本需要的。否則，人的發展有問題。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　除此之外，要一個精神生活，所謂精神生活，一般可包括理性生活，懂思考學習和教育等等，古人說讀書為明理，現在讀書為賺錢，精神生活亦包含了感 情生活，感性生活，這方面不注重的，所謂精神是等同你的腦袋，越發達的話，你的精神生活越高，就疏忽了整個感性和感情生活，多得這數十年來，心理學的發現 使我們平衡了這方面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　第三是社會生活，人是一個社會性的人，你喜歡與否都好，一出生都要與人有關係和關連，所以一個人的社會生活是作為一個人基本的生活態度，即與人 有接觸和有關係等，所以如果有缺乏，就有先天自閉症。就如一些小孩一出生就不懂與人接觸和有關係的話，就會變成自閉症。成年人都會有，是後天自閉症，不太 喜歡接觸人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;　　當這三個生活能完全發展時，我們稱為全人發展。一個人的全面發展，如果某一個層面發展了，但其他則營養不良，這不是一個健康和正常發展，所以以上三個生活都能平衡發展，這才是一個健康的人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114561870173437237?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114561870173437237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114561870173437237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114561870173437237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114561870173437237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114561870173437237.html' title='沒有宗教框框的靈性生命（四之一）'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114555639036416265</id><published>2006-04-21T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:22:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>靈性</title><content type='html'>告訴我，什麼是靈性？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許，我不了解自身和上蒼的關係，失落了兩者之間的感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道若果說上蒼不存在，理性上我是拗不過去的。經驗上也是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偏偏，我正在無視它的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許我在鬥氣。鄒家豪說有段時間他很想洗底。於我亦然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對默想、開放心靈等等都有種恐懼。是這種恐懼促使我離開這一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問題是，我並不想失去靈性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，什麼是靈性？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看&lt;a href="http://hk.geocities.com/lokingip/kwan.htm"&gt;關神父的講法&lt;/a&gt;，似是給了我一點點概念，但又若有若無。不像在與心中那對默想等等的恐懼對話。有點像微風掠過，不著痕跡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問題仍然存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我需要找尋答案。但我不喜歡有人直接把答案給我。所以，這篇日記不允許留言。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114555639036416265?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114555639036416265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114555639036416265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_21.html' title='靈性'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114542809287726245</id><published>2006-04-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:28:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALS MCQ answer</title><content type='html'>考試季節竟然無啦啦要做ALS MCQ... 仲要一take過，今晚6點之前deadline!!!!&lt;br /&gt;咁過份既安排，我地當然上有政策，下有對策啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALS MCQ Answers (I've tried them myself, 100% correct ga, I don't know who collected them, anyway we should give big thanks to the original collectors!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.c&lt;br /&gt;2.d&lt;br /&gt;3.d&lt;br /&gt;4.b&lt;br /&gt;5.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.c&lt;br /&gt;7.e&lt;br /&gt;8.a&lt;br /&gt;9.c&lt;br /&gt;10.d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.b&lt;br /&gt;12.c&lt;br /&gt;13.c&lt;br /&gt;14.d&lt;br /&gt;15.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.a&lt;br /&gt;17.b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114510966578085145</id><published>2006-04-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:06:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哦？哦。哦~~~</title><content type='html'>還是我嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一封電郵到來；原來我不是想像中的那麼放得開。&lt;br /&gt;我在逃避回憶。逃避得連自己也以為自己能面對及接受了。&lt;br /&gt;我很清楚，沒有麪粉不能有麪包的事實。同樣地，沒有昨天的我也不會有今天的我。&lt;br /&gt;沒有昨天的熱中，不會有今天的離開，也不會對過往的種種有如斯的慨歎。&lt;br /&gt;一切仍然是如此環環相扣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;約我單獨見面，可以；回去老地方逛一逛，也能夠；再嘗過往那種熱情，不大自在；再去投身過往所做過的，不可能。&lt;br /&gt;不是對宗教的撈什子理性邏輯問題。&lt;br /&gt;壓根兒就是不敢回顧過去。&lt;br /&gt;很害怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;收到Joe的電郵。我可以用陳奕迅的「一切還好」壓過去的，卻把唱機按停了。&lt;br /&gt;再重頭細味那首歌，回憶那時候的感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年來，累積了很多。客觀的事實是，果實是結了不少，泥土卻貧瘠了。&lt;br /&gt;是疲累吧。&lt;br /&gt;還加上不少的疑問。&lt;br /&gt;促使我停下來&lt;br /&gt;再次發出深層的質問。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我開始反對某種單向二元式的立場表白。也對單純得接近天使式的要求感覺厭煩。站在道德高地不等於永遠正確亟須擁戴；滿身銅臭自私絕頂也不代表毫無意義亟須悔改。（政治亦然。白痴的政黨立場表態拉鋸戰，玩夠未?!）&lt;br /&gt;解決問題的方法未必在道德高地中找到。相反，妥協求存亦未必能解決問題。&lt;br /&gt;對左、右，開明、保守等等都感到厭倦；不論是政治、宗教，還是什麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一方，我都看到其存在的意義，理解其本身的想法。每一方，卻又存在著那麼多的意氣用事和無限上綱；比起實際地解決問題，有著那麼遠的距離。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以看看真正的問題嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;與Connie 吃飯，言談之間，我感到她頗緊張我的立場和目標是什麼。她不停地強調「你而家係未有一個確定既立場ga ma，你未有final destination ga ma」。我故意告訴她，離教者之家網主把我的日記輯成所謂「離教見證」的事，看得出她反應緊張。很可笑，教會和離教者之家都那麼需要立場。我說，我反對二 元地理解基與非基的關係。現時我的狀態是我路程的一部份，一切都是連續的，我並不是由這個身份跳去那個身份。給我貼上一個身份是沒有什麼意義的，有意義的 是我；不如直接觀看我吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe寄來的電郵，裏面是這首歌：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;主啊求你憐憫我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天新的清晨，心裏默默地盼望，&lt;br /&gt;期望恩主的愛天天充滿賜能力上路，&lt;br /&gt;其實我是多麼願意為你天天的背起，&lt;br /&gt;這十架無奈對我實太重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心多麼渴求，心裏默默地等待，&lt;br /&gt;期望心中的刺可給取去有能力上路，&lt;br /&gt;如若你是刻意讓我面對鍛鍊這信心，&lt;br /&gt;盼望你賜我堅忍不放棄。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主啊求你憐憫我，賜我新心再歌頌，&lt;br /&gt;願將心中的刺交給主你專心的上路，&lt;br /&gt;主啊求你憐憫我，可否給我再開始，&lt;br /&gt;願將心中的愛再度獻給你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在回望，我看見天真、衷心的愛的光芒。我感到那時的熱力。像磁石一樣的吸力。純真赤誠的信念。我微笑了，人，總是要這樣走過來的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦~~ 還是我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114510966578085145?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114510966578085145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114510966578085145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114510966578085145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114510966578085145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_15.html' title='哦？哦。哦~~~'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114467066444215461</id><published>2006-04-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:52:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>畜生級男人</title><content type='html'>現正閱讀：李師江《畜生級男人》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/0010263359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/400/0010263359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「我 的腿再也支撐不住我瘦的身子了，到苟城三天，我瘦了好幾斤，突如其來的事件像一把小刀一點一點的割去我的肉，顴骨已經凸出來了，人像個風箏。但我的腿 依然打軟，一個馬仔伸手扶我，沒有扶住。死神從山谷那邊飛過來，是的，人只有在死亡的邊緣才會如此清晰看到他，黑的披風，寒氣襲人的身體，背著一袋東西叫 恐懼。我像隻蝸牛只能伸出觸鬚抱住陳叔的腳。我誠懇地對陳叔說，陳叔，我真的沒有……」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊　＊　＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「我在歌廳的時候，見到一些客人，第一眼真是噁心，我討厭那種胖男人，豬頭豬腦的，而且讓你覺得那不是活豬，是死豬，動一動都很困難。那肚子凸出來，生殖器反而凹下去了，怎麼看就不像有性別特徵。&lt;br /&gt;但是呢，聊上後，你會慢慢不討厭，不但不討厭，還覺得挺有親和力。為什麼，你摸摸他身上高檔的衣服料子，聞到高級的菸味兒，聽他侃一些賺錢的問路，你會覺 得他腦滿腸肥但智商還挺高的，跟他在一起挺踏實的，至少小費什麼有保障，也許還有一出手就很大方的。你先前對他的噁心就沒了，這就是魅力的源泉，而且是很 實在的魅力，不是那種泡沫的力。你問什麼泡沫的魅力，比如說一個男人長得好，長得好有什麼用，最多也就有當鴨子的基礎，沒本事賺錢就不算什麼魅力。現在不 是流行泡沫這個詞嗎，這種男人就很泡沫呀。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊　＊　＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;李師江在小說裡笑著用解剖刀劃開自己，他身上的落魄、窮酸與無賴讓人一覽無遺。我們與他一起嘲笑傷口，卻在這傷口裡照見自己的虛偽與假正經。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114467066444215461?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114467066444215461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114467066444215461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114467066444215461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114467066444215461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_10.html' title='畜生級男人'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114434427469589397</id><published>2006-04-07T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:32:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>萬言書</title><content type='html'>張國棟萬言書《相煎何太急》&lt;br /&gt;刊於2006.4.6 時代論壇 時代講場&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;近日流傳有一股力量要 求整頓《時代論壇》，驟然間，網上有些人出來爭相要指摘《時代論壇》的不是，亦開始有人說出現了 白色恐怖。作為頗緊貼事情發展的我，對此事有一定想法，所以撰寫此文作一些疏理和分析，尤其針對一些流行但卻是錯謬的意見。人的心理有時是很奇怪的，總要 自己支持的聲音得到別人認同或承認有少許道理，方肯罷休，但做得不好的地方卻總不願面對，甚至推出各式各樣的理由來解脫。當涉事者各自有對和錯的地方時， 人們便只會一股腦兒的指出別人錯的地方，不承認別人說對了的地方，結果便是無日無之的爭擾，漸演變為意氣之爭。拙文的目的是盡最大努力將各道理陳明，駁倒 歪理，讓被歪理所屈者消消氣，也將的確值得注意的問題揭示出來，我所指的歪理，存在於很多人的言論裡，或沒有表態的人的行為表現裡，所以我不是特別在偏幫 任何一方，相反，我擔心一次過得罪很多人呢。無論怎樣，即或如此，人總有自己的觀點，讀者或會覺得不全面，但這仍是值得一看的，畢竟，我們中間沒有人肯這 樣細心地寫一篇萬言書，把問題重整和分析，相信拙文總能給讀者一些整體地認識此事的門徑，只要讀者謹記筆者也有自身觀點的限制就是了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;續看請&lt;a href="http://www.christiantimes.org.hk/Common/Reader/News/ShowNews.jsp?Nid=34397&amp;Pid=6&amp;amp;Version=0&amp;Cid=150&amp;amp;Charset=big5_hkscs"&gt;按此&lt;/a&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;必看喔！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114434427469589397?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114434427469589397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114434427469589397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114434427469589397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114434427469589397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_07.html' title='萬言書'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114421176384987130</id><published>2006-04-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:57:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious diagnosis</title><content type='html'>摘自 &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/andrewna"&gt;妙齡‧Me&lt;/a&gt; 4/4/2006的entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;今晚的House (《醫神》), 說到聖誕前夕Dr. House 收了一個修女病人.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'I'm glad that you didn't make a religious diagnosis' said one of the nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Religious diagnosis'. yes. we do make a lot of these. doctors make medical diagnosis. believers make religious diagnosis. how can we differentiate what they're based on? knowledge? faith? experience? or... just 'belief'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;still thinking about what Dr. House said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me too, still thinking about what you quoted from Dr. House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention to dwell into complicated politics. If we put down the religious googles, Brokeback Moutain is a movie which tells deeply the souls and the struggles of love. It is NOT about being homo or hetero. There is no struggles about "is this a sin" and "if we should boycott this movie". Just put down the googles for a moment, be more humane, and try to understand human souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus understands human nature deeply and empathetically. It's ironical that the followers of Jesus never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很喜歡&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;盧雲在《和平路上》寫的話：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;「謙卑就是不斷深化與所有人感通一體的知覺。那是讓人自由地確認：「我和其他所有人一樣，我為此而感恩！」」—104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「當 我們的「是」仍 然是充滿憐憫時，即是說仍然是以人為中心時，我們這時代的複雜問題便不會將我們拖進絕望之中，我們的心也會燃起愛的烈火。我們不能愛一 些問題，但我們可以愛人。而對人的愛向我們顯明處理問題的方法。&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;富憐憫之心的抵抗者永遠都直接看著真實的人的眼睛&lt;/span&gt;，不自己以人類的天然傾向過早地分析「真 正的問題」。」—106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「很多爭取和平者因為面對我們時代的嚴重問題，已經失去喜樂，變成宣告災難的先知。不過，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;任何人如果無情地宣佈世界末日即將來臨，希望藉此推動別人參與爭取的工作，都不是締造和平者&lt;/span&gt;。」—109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114421176384987130?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114421176384987130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114421176384987130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114421176384987130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114421176384987130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/religious-diagnosis.html' title='Religious diagnosis'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114408369786441714</id><published>2006-04-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:21:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>白色恐怖</title><content type='html'>小女子今日算係明白咩叫白色恐怖.... 亦由幾星期前對此字眼的迷惘變為接受，甚至認同。講真，認真相當震憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事件環繞教會對同性戀的 討論和電影《斷背山》。差不多一年前，教會對同性戀的討論隨著性傾向歧視立法的討論開始，主要是開明派和保守派之爭。一年來，討論一直停留於各自表述的階 段，理性討論空間不斷縮小，信徒亦多次被迫表態。一年後，戰場更移至溫和保守派和極端保守派之中；鬥爭方法亦由各自表述，走向文革式的批鬥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 獨立媒體報導觀宣黃國堯牧師訪問。&lt;br /&gt;http://www.inmediahk.net/public/article?item_id=100255&amp;group_id=11&lt;br /&gt;http://www.inmediahk.net/public/article?item_id=100260&amp;amp;group_id=11&lt;br /&gt;2. 觀宣的聲明 http://www.cmacuhk.org.hk/version4/activities/cma06001/notice_l.tif&lt;br /&gt;3. 影音使團「試探山的啟示」信仰反省特區 在近期成立http://www.media.org.hk/voice/temptation/&lt;br /&gt;4. 胡牧接受影音訪問 http://www.hkchurch.org/GenericStyles/Content.asp?PaperID=0010&amp;amp;ID=9776&lt;br /&gt;5. FES張小鳴的文章 http://idealistmonomania.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended: &lt;a href="http://clementinus.blogspot.com"&gt;克萊門特博客&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://climentinus.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 的評論。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114408369786441714?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114408369786441714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114408369786441714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114408369786441714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114408369786441714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='白色恐怖'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114373541250796177</id><published>2006-03-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:24:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>路</title><content type='html'>「謙卑就是不斷深化與所有人感通一體的知覺。那是讓人自由地確認：「我和其他所有人一樣，我為此而感恩！」」—104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「當我們的「是」仍 然是充滿憐憫時，即是說仍然是以人為中心時，我們這時代的複雜問題便不會將我們拖進絕望之中，我們的心也會燃起愛的烈火。我們不能愛一 些問題，但我們可以愛人。而對人的愛向我們顯明處理問題的方法。富憐憫之心的抵抗者永遠都直接看著真實的人的眼睛，不自己以人類的天然傾向過早地分析「真 正的問題」。」—106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「很多爭取和平者因為面對我們時代的嚴重問題，已經失去喜樂，變成宣告災難的先知。不過，任何人如果無情地宣佈世界末日即將來臨，希望藉此推動別人參與爭取的工作，都不是締造和平者。」—109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上摘自盧雲著《和平路上》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回眸時，才發現已在身邊。&lt;br /&gt;慶幸，那是自己走過來的路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has mastered his Self. ...No other teachings will attract me, since this man's teachings have not done so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the wisdom that was found and experienced by oneself will be his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114373541250796177?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114373541250796177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114373541250796177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114373541250796177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114373541250796177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_31.html' title='路'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114265535090687526</id><published>2006-03-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:15:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沉重</title><content type='html'>近來沒有什麼心情去看叫人感覺沉重的戲。但覺現實生活中，早已有太多活生生的，讓人覺得沉重的人和事。時間都花在與這些人好好相處，以及學習化解隨之而來心中那塊重重的鉛。&lt;br /&gt;過往幾年的經歷讓我不再懼怕面對沉重和傷痛；也增加了對他們的包容度，但不代表面對他們能輕鬆自在不覺痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;記得鄧姑娘講過，她和其他同事一到放工，合上拍紙簿，就會把當天所聽到的一切負面情緒忘個一乾二淨。看來，我也需要學習一下。&lt;br /&gt;不過，比起從前，我已經放開了不少了。^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114265535090687526?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114265535090687526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114265535090687526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114265535090687526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114265535090687526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_18.html' title='沉重'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114198445082681047</id><published>2006-03-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:14:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他的墓志銘該如何寫</title><content type='html'>A02&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;　　南方都市報&lt;/span&gt;　　時事評論‧社論　　2006-01-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;來信/來論&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;他的墓志銘該如何寫&lt;/span&gt;　　那小放&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他 只是瘋了，還沒有死。我卻要考慮他的墓志銘該如何寫，這並不是要詛咒他，我們中的每一個人無論活多久，這種事情還是會發生的。如果未來他並沒有成名，我 想，至少今年的這個時候他的發瘋也是其人生經歷中值得濃墨重彩的。其墓志銘上應該留有“2006年春運因買不到回家的車票而發瘋”的人生痕跡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他， 一個在寧波打工的安徽民工，“等了3天也沒有買到阜陽的票，18日站方說8天內的票全部賣完了，當天下午他突然就得了間歇性精神病，送到醫院後吃了些 藥好些，想不到看到記者他的病又犯了”，拉着記者非要給他買一張船票不可，說着就要下跪，言語有些混亂(1月20日《現代金報》)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們可能都還記得那個幾天前猝死在沈陽北站的男子，也是為了得到一張火車票。春運，車票，猝死，發瘋，春節，素不相幹的詞居然以這種方式串了起來。嘲笑我們想像力的同時，也以最殘酷的方式表明，每個個體在社會面前、在體製面前是多麼的脆弱，不堪一擊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像美國作家納撤尼爾-霍桑在看了名不見經傳的“卑賤者”美國人約翰-特里奧墓碑上的“凄涼的詩句”後說的那樣，“可憐地生活，可憐地死去，可憐地掩埋，沒有人哭泣”，在每個為此瘋掉死去的人的墓碑上，都要刻上這樣的句子。□那小放&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;網主註&lt;/span&gt;：環境通常不是令人發瘋的唯一因素。不少病者也有一些先天性的基因遺傳，使他們容易受不住環境壓力而發病。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我現在正在上精神科的課。同學們都覺得「精神病人好慘」，但大部份人都不能指出慘在何處。這篇文章，算是把「好慘」寫得較立體，能把精神病和生活扣上關係，也把中國社會的一些結構性問題帶出水面。很扎心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《南方都市報》，是中國內地「南方報業」旗下的其中一份報紙。該公司亦擁有多次被中共中央政府中宣部整肅的《南方周末》。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114198445082681047?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114198445082681047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114198445082681047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114198445082681047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114198445082681047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_10.html' title='他的墓志銘該如何寫'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114162449605062182</id><published>2006-03-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:29:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在靈山腳下徘徊</title><content type='html'>153/526。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到128，我才感受到第一個笑容。無論那是否純然清新的快樂。&lt;br /&gt;153了，我還未看到一絲溫昫。&lt;br /&gt;那裏的濕度總是很高。形容空氣的詞語就只得霧、雨、霞、霜、雪等，付上呼嘯的北風。形容光暗的詞語也只得漆黑、伸手不見五指、黑墨，昏黃搖晃的燈光和日落的晚霞算是最明亮的了。&lt;br /&gt;真的就是這種環境嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在68， 我停了下來，讓眼睛凝視空氣中的粒子。心中的五味架打翻了，豉油加老抽加檸檬汁加可樂加胡椒粉加糖加喼汁加鹽加雪碧加wasabi加醋加生粉加芥 辣....................................... 一點不混和，獨立而同時地刺激舌頭上的味蕾，讓味覺神經來一次大轟炸。&lt;br /&gt;我百感交集地哭了。很清晰地，這種哭不是為了單純的悲傷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時 空和人物交錯。我開始不大在乎這是誰在什麼時候的那裏了。反正都是一個人，訴說著一段經歷，成為一個故事；這故事又混進歷史的大江河，徐徐前進。在河裏 剪出一段這人的過去，那人的未來，什麼地方的現在，拼拼湊湊，又是另一個人生。我能聆聽多少？能經驗多少？又有什麼意義？時、地、人，真的那麼重要嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漸漸感覺到，Siddhartha在我心中起的作用。打從93開始，我學習憐憫和包容，把心裏的海洋撐闊。 也就是說，我抽離了，不是你，不是我，也不是她。不過，也要憐憫一下自己，在現實中我做不到。剛昨天晚上，我忍不住了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153/526，我未看得通，也不覺得出奇。還有526-153=373個機會。仍看不通的話，還有526x無限個機會。&lt;br /&gt;直到現在，我仍未跑上那圩迴多岐的山路。看來，我真的需要多點機會了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114162449605062182?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114162449605062182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114162449605062182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114162449605062182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114162449605062182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_06.html' title='在靈山腳下徘徊'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114138791944053784</id><published>2006-03-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:41:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>讀‧獨</title><content type='html'>看完Hermann Hesse 的 &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/hesse/siddhartha/"&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/a&gt;。很好的書，不累人，卻叫人想很多。&lt;br /&gt;頭半部份的故事...實在太像我了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自從停止教會生活以來，漸漸發現身邊因為各種原因離開教會的人也不少。他們各有各的故事，各有各的原因和想法。我很欣喜，因為我有了一班新的，能互相分享的人。&lt;br /&gt;孤單感好像少了一點。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;選 擇獨行，首先要學懂面對孤獨。我記起當心裏受著孤單感煎熬，失落到極點的時候，曾多次用各種方法吸引身邊人的注意力。我清楚他們的注意並不能減少我的孤 單感，反而與他們在一起的時候，那種強烈的不被了解的感覺更會加強我的孤單感。我很怕孤單。我很怕沒有人了解，很怕世界和我之間那種強烈的距離感。唔，好 明顯，過往的信仰對我的影響仍然很大。我只是在嘗試擺脫基督教的紛圍，嘗試當一個普通人。否則，又何以會感到孤獨呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught." --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siddhartha, Chapter 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following myself is even more important then following a teacher. Only the wisdom that was found and experienced by oneself will be his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114138791944053784?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114138791944053784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114138791944053784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114138791944053784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114138791944053784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='讀‧獨'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114098194591219013</id><published>2006-02-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:26:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>現象</title><content type='html'>每次在這裏寫一些帶點沉痛味兒的文章，總是零回應。&lt;br /&gt;這是個很有趣的現象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;會看這個blog的人，大部份都知道我的家庭背景。&lt;br /&gt;不回應，為什麼呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唔....呢d家事... 唔知會唔會講錯野，hurt到佢ga ma。&lt;br /&gt;又唔知佢會唔會唔想提起，唔開心呢...&lt;br /&gt;咁我同佢又唔係咁熟... 講出黎餞dead air~~&lt;br /&gt;如果我挑起佢d傷心事，佢真係喊起黎對住我訴苦，我都唔知點應佢... 最怕見到人喊ga la~~&lt;br /&gt;唔係唔想關心佢，之不過人地既事無謂八，知道佢唔開心咪算lor，hei，呢d野唔到我o地理既...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等等等等...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 有一班感情很好的朋友。去年年初，我們慢慢開始發現這班朋友中間有一位的網上日記愈寫愈灰暗。他與我們相處的時候仍然是談笑風生，甚至比一般人更懂搞 笑，但他的日記卻是愈來愈灰沉，很多很多不快樂的情緒，將近放棄的態度，反映在字裏行間。當然，我們一班朋友都很擔心。於是，大家趁他不在的時候——&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喂佢成日咁既樣唔掂個bor...&lt;br /&gt;係啦佢成日扮到冇事咁樣，但係日記寫得咁恐怖...&lt;br /&gt;佢咁cool，點敢問佢喎，我怕佢會覺得我膚淺呀&lt;br /&gt;佢同我地一齊真係完全冇野咁ga~~~&lt;br /&gt;就係咁先驚！佢個樣愈冇野，我地愈唔知佢唸咩&lt;br /&gt;咁點算呀...??&lt;br /&gt;但係點開聲問佢wor~~&lt;br /&gt;佢扮到冇事咁樣，會唔會唔想人問佢ga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如此這般的討論，可以一直持續10-15分鐘，直到大家講無可講，講黎講去都冇哂新意，才作罷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「喂，你係咪唔開心？」--&gt;真的這麼難說嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這七個字有什麼問題？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很有問題！說這七個字帶有很大風險，所以我們這麼關心他，我們會在他背後不停討論，我們會經常追看他的網上日記以確保知道他的最新情況，就是不會當面問他！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還不明白嗎？&lt;br /&gt;我 白說了！看見別人的痛苦的時候，我們的心感受到沉重的壓力，我們覺得不舒服，心裏不好過。如果要直接了當的走去問一句「喂，你係咪唔開心呀？」，我們便 可能要面對更多沉重的情緒，心情拉得更低。那種壓力令我們窒息，令我們不知所措，令我們想逃離這種環境。但是，如果我們完全不聞不問的話，又好像顯得我們 很自私，我們也想找一個渠道關心一下這個朋友，於是，我們便在當事人背後互相討論，直到大家都能把心中的憂慮發洩出來，互相幫助大家發現「我們已經做到最 好的了」，然後一同消除心中的罪惡感，再互相認可對方仍是很有愛心的人，並享受隨之而來的平安為止。&lt;br /&gt;還不明白嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「喂，你係咪唔 開心？」這七個字並不難說，我們對負面情緒的一味逃避和過份恐懼才是問題所在。坦白說有誰沒有嘗過失落痛苦的滋味？我們都是流過淚的人。流 過淚的人要了解流淚者的心情有什麼難度？我們的死症在於不斷逃避，死不面對；連別人的痛苦也要急急腳避開。其實，將心比己就是了。痛苦者也只是一個人，和 你有著同樣的情緒，只是期待關心與支持而已！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「喂，你係咪唔開心？」溫柔而勇敢地說出來吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Patrick: 我返到宿舍，睇返個日記先記得你講邊篇日記，所以講電話既時候有d牛頭唔搭馬嘴。sorry，謝謝你既電話ar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114098194591219013?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114098194591219013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114098194591219013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114098194591219013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114098194591219013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_27.html' title='現象'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114054636514874759</id><published>2006-02-22T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:31:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munich</title><content type='html'>Back from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUNICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;munich&gt;&lt;munich&gt;&lt;munich&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Took at least an hour's walk back to hostel to relieve the acute emotional burden. Not to mention the long term effects.&lt;br /&gt;I cried at the end of the show. The story wasn't particularly touching or something, I just felt the burden and cried for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too perfectionistic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUNICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;munich&gt; is more tiring then thought-inspiring to me.&lt;br /&gt;I understand how tired I am through my reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all award-wining movies tiring in the sense that they carry some sort of social and humanic responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;... Movies are terrific ways to communicate to people, different kinds of people, including some very indifferent ones; that's pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the recent dispute arising from those &lt;a href="http://www.brusselsjournal.com/node/698"&gt;comics&lt;/a&gt; published by multiple European newspapers. I wonder how many HKers have seen them? (You may click on the above link if you want to have a look.) That would be pretty nice an afterthought after this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/munich&gt;&lt;/munich&gt;&lt;/munich&gt;&lt;/munich&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114054636514874759?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114054636514874759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114054636514874759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114054636514874759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114054636514874759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/munich.html' title='Munich'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114051085936979930</id><published>2006-02-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:34:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>齊人之福</title><content type='html'>昨天洗澡的時候，忽然冒出了個古怪念頭。&lt;br /&gt;我在想像我結婚的安排。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一般在教堂裏舉行的婚禮，新娘都是由父親陪伴走上紅地毯的，然後父親會把新娘的手交給新郎，以示交託之意。&lt;br /&gt;我的古怪念頭，便是邀請父親和母親二位，一左一右的陪伴我走上紅地毯，然後他們各自把我的左和右手交給我未來丈夫，他則會用兩只手接著我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然後，在緍禮完成後，我會告訴大家，因為我希望享受一下齊人之福，所以有這個特別安排。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信，用這個原因向父母作出要求，他們不可能推辭吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114051085936979930?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114051085936979930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114051085936979930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114051085936979930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114051085936979930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_21.html' title='齊人之福'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-114027359250261817</id><published>2006-02-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:39:52.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>就算</title><content type='html'>就算我是病態，需要的也只是容忍與扶持......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-114027359250261817?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114027359250261817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=114027359250261817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114027359250261817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/114027359250261817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_18.html' title='就算'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113989823564324743</id><published>2006-02-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:23:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MasaMania</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up feeling extremely tired. Out of curiosity, I typed the word "tired" in my google search bar and see what it goes. I'm lead to a site showing &lt;a href="http://masamania.com/archives/2004/09/japanese_busine.html"&gt;how tired Japanese businessmen are&lt;/a&gt;. This is certainly a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LAUGH&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;!! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered the host of those tired Japanese businessman photos. It's a site called &lt;a href="http://masamania.com/"&gt;MasaMania Moral Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;. I went more and more excited when I browse through the pages~~ This is kind of a blog-style photo diary, updated irregularly but frequently, featuring snapshots of different aspects of the country Japan, along with commentries from the photographer. You cannot find most of their featuring topics in any mainstream medias, both locally in Japan and internationally. My personal feeling: these are bold and wild photographers who have a deep mind and a good sense of humour. I declare: I have no relationship with them in any form ga~~ I just love their content and their presentation. I recommend everybody to visit their site!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113989823564324743?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113989823564324743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113989823564324743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113989823564324743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113989823564324743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/masamania.html' title='MasaMania'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113975512991933665</id><published>2006-02-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:38:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my journey, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my Valentine's weekend by making cheese cakes with Terence. We have made our own chocolate cheese cake for the upcoming Valentine's day, two big round grape cheese cakes for Ted's work colleagues and my classmates (firm 2 and friends), as well as another chocolate cheese cake for our own family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice and sweet to enjoy our time with our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, the automated mixer is such a marvellous invention!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been enjoying my journey. Thanks everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113975512991933665?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113975512991933665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113975512991933665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113975512991933665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113975512991933665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113958579719508052</id><published>2006-02-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:36:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>悶?</title><content type='html'>實在悶得發瘋，於是開啟Firefox，玩我最喜歡的白撞domain遊戲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以往我撞過的domain有：&lt;br /&gt;www.love.com&lt;br /&gt;www.laugh.com&lt;br /&gt;www.kiss.com&lt;br /&gt;www.dogs.com&lt;br /&gt;等等..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今次，我在firefox中打入：www.soboring.com&lt;br /&gt;因為我真的 so boring。&lt;br /&gt;我期待著一些網上解悶的遊戲、趣事等，什麼無聊的東西也行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;結果，這是一個unregistered domain，firefox把我帶到售賣這個domain的網站。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Popular Categories&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吓………十隻烏鴉飛過……成頭都係汗……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者，我真係悶到變白痴……原來「悶」係咁解既……汗……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113958579719508052?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113958579719508052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113958579719508052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113958579719508052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113958579719508052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_10.html' title='悶?'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113911262796158316</id><published>2006-02-05T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:15:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>車禍？人禍？</title><content type='html'>看近來埃及車禍新聞，感覺如下：&lt;br /&gt;1. 香港人那種「同情心」又來了。和南亞海潚的情況一樣，每天死著的早已成為習慣，很偶然才死一個的整天掛在口邊大做新聞。人命從來都不等值，價值由報紙的版面大小富予。&lt;br /&gt;2. 還那孩子一點空間吧。她經已失去了家庭。大顆兒這樣環繞著她，努力地幫她放大她的傷痛，努力地告訴她她是世界上最特別、最慘的那一位；於是報紙有了頭條，香港人有了話題；孩子不知何時才可以休息，孩子的傷痛不知何時才可以醫治。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下是&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;, 一個當兼職導遊的朋友的感受（電郵節錄，很值得看）：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...Yes, on one hand, I really want this kind of tragedy never happen again. And I cannot remember the report on the TV, in which one of the victim said "I watch a few travel bus passed by, they are the Hong Kong people. If they help simply by pushing the car, it could saves lots of victim. But they just passed by. Why, why the Hong Kong people are so cold-blooded!!!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...I started to dislike the people who travel for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I dislike even more. Why the 團友 are interested only in giving the least money for the best service, why they just want to enjoy the trip, why don't they care the Chinese people when they go to China? Why they can continue to be irresponsible to China and I, being a escort had to help them to enjoy? Help them to neglect all the poor people in China? Why I have to tell the beggar to go away from my 團友 during the trip? Why I have to make the 團友 to feel comfortable when they was sad (because the food was not good enough or the hostel is not big enough) while lots of people in China had nothing to eat and even nowhere tosleep? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Was the accident, somehow, (let me be cruel to say) be fair at some certain extents? (Is it my 軟弱?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113911262796158316?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113911262796158316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113911262796158316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113911262796158316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113911262796158316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='車禍？人禍？'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113860949344579757</id><published>2006-01-30T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:29:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>看書</title><content type='html'>最後，拿了《春天的童話》（遇羅錦）。&lt;br /&gt;放下了《美麗新世界》（A brave new world, 你不會不知道吧）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近幾個月重拾了從小培養的閱讀習慣。母親的書櫃內容依舊豐富，大部份書我都曾經似懂非懂地看過。只是，從前看書的心態和現在已大相逕庭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放下了《美麗新世界》。雖然小說世界不需要實用，但實用的人看完書需要出路。如果書看完了只會令我心情更糟，問號更多，而沒有提供任何出路的話，我會有點兒反感。橫豎我曾看這本書，放下算了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還未看完《野火集》（二十周年紀念版）。我錯誤地買了文匯出版社的版本，多篇文章均有刪節；後悔莫及之餘，還在努力想像著負責刪剪《歐威爾的台灣？》（一篇講言論自由問題的文章）的人，在刪剪時候的心情怎樣。（聯想：冰點？Google China？送雞迎狗了，我們祖國的未來怎樣？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;借了母親的《野火集外集》，裏面收錄了《野火集》的讀者來信；很期待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起《春天的童話》；另一本打算重看的書。看來中國從來沒有改變過...... 算，看完再說吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113860949344579757?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113860949344579757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113860949344579757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113860949344579757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113860949344579757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_30.html' title='看書'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113854867862376026</id><published>2006-01-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:35:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrative medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We treat our patients. Do we know our patients?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was simply so glad, so very glad, when I went thru this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When I was doing the home visit report in CFM module, I deliberately presented her discharge summary (as medically termed as possible) followed by a narrative completely in laymen terms and in Ms Keung (my patient)'s angle. I wanted to create the contrast between somebody's medical notes and a personalised illness story. I stressed the importance of listening to the patient's story as they are the experiencer. &lt;em&gt;Medical professionals tend to be "objective" and we kind of have the power to "judge" whether our patients "should" or "should not" experience some discomfort. However what patient experience is what they experience, and we ought to respect their bodies and feelings instead of dismissing their experience&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was pretty worried when I handed in my home visit report as this was not something people normally do. Now, finally, I've found something emerging that matches my idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This article is an excellent introduction to narrative medicine, and to any medical professionals who have a human heart able to experience and emphathise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrative Medicine Creates Alliance With Patients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Posted 01/19/2006, Medscape Med Students. 2006;8(1)&lt;br /&gt;Rita Charon, MD, PhD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Patient's Unusual Request&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen third-year medical students sat around a conference table with me for an hour-long narrative medicine workshop. They had just finished their internal medicine clerkship at the university teaching hospital. Some of the students were far-flung -- one from Alabama, one from Belgium, one from North Carolina. I asked them to reflect on their 6 weeks of training on the internal medicine wards.&lt;br /&gt;"Think of a patient who moved you particularly -- to sadness, to attachment, to despair, to love. Write a description of what happened the last time you saw that patient, and be prepared to read aloud here whatever you write."&lt;br /&gt;I gave the group 5 minutes to write a paragraph or poem or dialogue about the chosen patient, and then I asked a few students to read their writing aloud to the group. One student wrote of an elderly woman with newly diagnosed and untreatable gastrointestinal cancer. She was alone in the world, having lost her family in the Holocaust and having had no children of her own. She knew she was dying and that she was dying alone. She had 3 requests of her medical student.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit with me," was the first, and the student was happy to comply. "Bring me for a walk in the fresh air," was the next and also easily honored request. The third was more complex and daring: "Listen to my autobiography." Floored by this request, the student stayed the course and listened as his patient told of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Our seminar was the first chance he had had to write about that experience. The paragraph he wrote and then read to us was the beginning of a memorial to this woman's life and the fulfillment of his promise to honor it.&lt;br /&gt;This student was extremely fortunate to care for a patient who knew to ask for what she needed from her doctor. What a brilliant request! "Listen to my autobiography."&lt;br /&gt;Most patients and healthcare professionals have yet to learn that one aspect of healing is exactly this, listening to the telling of the self. The body, it turns out, is the portal to the self, and caring for the ill body can open the door to a moving and healing intimacy with the self. As one diagnoses and manages the asthma, the cancer, the dementia, the alcoholism, one recognizes and enters into relation with the full self of the patient -- the hopes, the dread, the strengths, the dreams. As one accompanies the patient's self along with the body through improvement or decline, one almost magically recognizes and accompanies one's own self, for the self that is summoned by the call of the patient is the authentic self.&lt;br /&gt;We doctors are learning from oral historians, trauma scholars, chaplains, and those in testimony studies how to bear witness to our patients' narratives of trauma, loss, and suffering. Along with the technical aspects of an ever-complex medical science, we can equip ourselves with the narrative competence to listen to and honor our patients' stories of self.&lt;br /&gt;What we call "narrative medicine" is a medicine practiced with these skills to recognize, absorb, interpret, and be moved by the stories of illness. To practice narrative medicine -- be it in internal medicine, family medicine, pediatrics, obstetrics, surgery, or psychiatry -- means developing the sophisticated skills to attend to what patients emit, to represent in language what they tell, and to affiliate with them and their families and other healthcare professionals in communities of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clinician as Witness, Not Judge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative medicine had its start in such related efforts as patient-centered care and medical humanities. The clinical cousin of literature-and-medicine, narrative medicine takes those skills that one develops as a close reader or a reflective writer and bends them toward effective clinical practice. The close reader -- whether of fiction, poetry, or memoir -- follows the narrative thread of a story, enters into the teller's narrative world, and sees how that teller makes sense of it. The close reader identifies the images and metaphors, recognizes the temporal flow of events, follows allusions to other stories, and is imaginatively transported to wherever the story might take the one who surrenders to it.&lt;br /&gt;The skilled writer can represent formless or chaotic experience by conferring form on it so that it can be seen by both the writer and the audience. The previously formless experience thereby becomes like an edifice, around which the writer can walk, seeing it from all directions, understanding aspects that, until form was conferred, were invisible.&lt;br /&gt;When medicine is practiced with these skills, the clinician or trainee has much to offer the patient. By listening with the close reader's attention, he or she can hear and receive in full complexity what the patient conveys in words, silences, gestures, positions, and physical findings. By representing with accuracy and skill what the patient conveys, the clinician honors what is told in all its detail and contradiction and dimensions and connotation.&lt;br /&gt;This clinician with narrative competence becomes a witness and not a judge, a companion and not an interrogator, an ally and not simply the bearer of bad news or inflictor of discomfort. The clinician or trainee with these skills of attention and representation has the grounds of knowledge and of motive to develop a sturdy and clinically useful affiliation with the one who suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Developing Narrative Competence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative medicine had its start at Columbia University, in part because our departments of English and creative writing are well connected to our medical school. We have a tradition of teaching literature and creative writing to medical students, doctors, nurses, and social workers. We give medical school credit to medical students who enroll in courses on the main university campus in humanities departments.&lt;br /&gt;Because we are convinced that narrative competence increases our effectiveness as clinicians, we have committed ourselves to teaching narrative skills throughout the curriculum and the hospital. Emerging findings in outcomes studies encourage us, for we are learning that students exposed to narrative training seem to, by virtue of it, develop greater clinical skills in interviewing and allying therapeutically with their patients.&lt;br /&gt;One corollary to such thinking is that students who enter medical school already equipped with narrative skills may have an advantage. We already know that humanities majors do as well as science majors on such measures as board exams and medical school grades. We have yet to discover whether, in fact, they may outperform their science major peers in the more interior and narrative dimensions of clinical practice. Such questions are actively being asked, not only at Columbia but at many other medical schools.&lt;br /&gt;The opening scene I described took place in a medical school in Israel. Scenes very similar to it have taken place lately in Denver, Nashville, Sydney, Montreal, Albany, and Albuquerque. I am by no means the only doctor to be teaching such narrative seminars. Programs in narrative medicine currently exist at Vanderbilt University, University of Pennsylvania, University of Florida, and Dalhousie University, and narrative medicine practices are emerging at George Washington University, University of Colorado, and McGill University. My colleagues in literature-and-medicine programs at Pennsylvania State University, University of Texas at Galveston, Northwestern University, and University of Illinois at Chicago, among others, undertake similar work in reading and writing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, doctors and those who teach medical students are by no means alone in learning about the power of narrative in healing. Patients and their families have been writing their autobiographies of illness with more and more frequency and force. Read these pathographies to learn what only patients can teach us about the experiences of illness. Read the collections of stories being published by doctors, nurses, social workers, and students about their clinical practices. Take in the news from the increasing number of literary journals published by medical students.&lt;br /&gt;All of these stand as evidence that illness and the care of the sick are saturated by narratives and the urgent need to respect and learn from them. Narrative medicine, in the end, functions as a bridge between doctor and patient, between teacher and student, among healthcare professionals, and even between the sick and the well, as we all together commit ourselves to healing, to authenticity, and to honoring one another's stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suggested Readings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bauby J. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death. New York: Vintage; 1998.&lt;br /&gt;Berger J, Mohr J. A Fortunate Man. New York: Pantheon Books; 1967.&lt;br /&gt;Borkan JM, Reis S, Steinmetz D, Medalie JH, eds. Patients and Doctors: Life-Changing Stories from Primary Care. Madison, Wis: University of Wisconsin Press; 1999.&lt;br /&gt;Charon R. Narrative Medicine: Honoring the Stories of Illness. New York: Oxford University Press; forthcoming 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Davis C, Schaeffer J, eds. Between the Heartbeats: Poetry and Prose by Nurses. Iowa City: University of Iowa Press; 1995.&lt;br /&gt;Frank A. The Renewal of Generosity: Illness, Medicine, and How to Live. Chicago: University of Chicago Press; 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Middlebrook C. Seeing the Crab: A Memoir of Dying. New York: Basic Books; 1996.&lt;br /&gt;Remen R. Kitchen Table Wisdom: Stories That Heal. New York: Berkley; 1997.&lt;br /&gt;Verghese A. My Own Country: A Doctor's Story. New York: Vintage/Random House; 1995.&lt;br /&gt;Winckler M. The Case of Dr. Sachs. Translated by Linda Asher. New York: Seven Stories Press; 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Charon, MD, PhD, Professor of Clinical Medicine and Director, Program in Narrative Medicine, Columbia University, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclosure: Rita Charon, MD, PhD, has disclosed no relevant financial relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113854867862376026?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113854867862376026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113854867862376026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113854867862376026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113854867862376026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/narrative-medicine.html' title='Narrative medicine'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113829118538762950</id><published>2006-01-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:59:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>請用文明來說服我——給胡錦濤先生的公開信</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;近來在看龍應台的《野火集》（二十周年記念版），不由得對她心生敬佩。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;這篇文章，把我對她的敬佩推上一層，也把我心裏的鉛再加重一塊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;原文刊於25/1/2006明報港聞版&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=====================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;錦濤先生﹕&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;國民黨主席馬英九先生在2006年1月中勉勵他的國青團青年學員時，說了這麼一句玩笑的話﹕「希望將來國青團也能培養出一個胡錦濤。」&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我相信這是他從政以來所說過的最不及格的笑話。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;馬英九先生很可能只單純想到，「胡錦濤」是從共青團體制裏脫穎而出的國家領導人，但是會說出這樣的話，也透露了他顯然不曾更深刻地細思過，共青團是 個什麼樣的體制﹖這個領導人所領導的「國家」，是個以什麼為本的國家﹖他的權力來源是什麼﹖正當性何在﹖在二十一世紀初掌握中國政權的「胡錦濤」這三個 字，代表了什麼意義﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它當然代表了超高的經濟成長指數，讓世界驚詫，讓國人自豪，可是同時，在政治自由的指標評比上，中國在世界上排名第一百七十七名。您可以說，這是以 「西方右派」的標準來衡量的，不符合「中國國情」。好，讓我們用一個社會主義的指標吧。追求資源分配的平等，不管均富或均貧，都是左派的核心理想吧﹖在貧 富差異上，中國的基尼系數超過0.4，逼近0.45，這已是社會大動亂的門檻指標。指標數字下，多少人物慾橫流，多少人輾轉溝壑。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;也就是說，「胡錦濤」三個字在二十一世紀的當下歷史裏，仍代表一種逆流﹕在追求民主的大浪潮中，它專制集權﹔在追求平等的大趨勢裏，它嚴重的貧富不均。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;在您剛剛上任時，人們曾經對年華正茂的您寄以期望，以為，作為一個新世紀的人物，您的心靈和視野會比您的前輩們更深沈，更開闊。共產黨權力革命的殺伐蠻橫之氣，終究要被人文的體貼細緻和文化的潤物無聲所取代。但是，兩年了，我們所看見的，是什麼呢﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;促使我動筆寫這封信的，是今天發生的一件具體事件﹕共青團所屬的北京《中國青年報》《冰點》周刊今天黃昏時被勒令停刊。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;在此之前，原來最敢於直言、最表達民間疾苦的《南方週末》被換下了主編而變成一份吞吞吐吐的報紙，原來勇於揭弊的《南方都市報》的總編輯被撤走論 罪，清新而意圖煥發的《新京報》突然被整肅，一個又一個有膽識、有作為的媒體被消音處理。這些，全在您任內發生。出身共青團的您，一定清楚《冰點》現在的 位置﹕它是萬馬齊喑裏唯一一匹還有微弱「嘶聲」的活馬。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;而在一月二十四日的今天，這僅有的喉嚨，都被割斷。在《冰點》編輯們正式得知這個「割喉」處分之前，所有跟《冰點》有關的字和詞，已經從網路上徹底消滅。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;在您的領導之下，網路警察的絕對效率，令人駭異。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;選在今天執「刑」，誰都知道原因﹕春節前夕，人們都已離開工作崗位，準備回鄉圍爐。報紙開始撲天蓋地報道娛樂，製造溫馨﹔電視開始排山倒海地表演聯 歡，生產快樂。選在這一天割斷中國僅有的喉嚨，然後讓普天同慶的歡聲把它淌血的聲音遮住。行刑者躡手躡腳走開，過完年，一切都已了無痕跡。網路警察的效率 和現代傳媒的操弄，是您所呈現的二十一世紀統治技巧。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;網路警察動作快，是怕自己的人民知道﹔精算時間動手，是怕國際媒體知道。偷偷摸摸地執行，費盡心機地隱藏，泄漏的是政府的虛心和害怕。但是，請您告訴我這個困惑的台灣人民﹕這「和平崛起」大有為的政府，究竟為什麼如此的虛心和害怕﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;《冰點》的停刊，其實沒有人真正的驚訝，人們早在暗暗等待，好像一個宿命論者永遠在等鬼的半夜敲門索命﹔我發現，太多的災難和壓迫，使得大陸很少 人相信好事會長久、夢想能成真、正義能落實。刊出龍應台的〈你可能不知道的台灣〉時，網路上已經四處流傳《冰點》被封殺的臆測﹔今天，只是「鬼」終於被等 到了。而《冰點》「勇敢」到什麼程度使得共產黨用這樣陰暗的手段來對付它﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;今天封殺《冰點》的理由，是廣州中山大學袁偉時先生談歷史和教科書的文章。因為它「和主流意識形態相對……攻擊社會主義，攻擊黨的領導」。而「毀」掉了一份報紙的袁偉時先生的文章，究竟說了什麼的話，招來這樣的懲罰﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我認真讀了這篇文章。袁偉時以具體的史實證據來說明目前的中學歷史教科書謬誤百出不說，還有嚴重的非理性意識形態的宣揚。譬如義和團，教科書把義和 團描寫成民族英雄，美化他對洋人的攻擊，對於義和團的殘酷、愚昧、反理性、反現代文明以及他給國家帶來的傷害和恥辱，卻隻字不提。綜合起來，教科書所教導 下一代的，是「1．現有的中華文化至高無上。2．外來文化的邪惡，侵蝕了現有文化的純潔。3．應該或可以用政權或暴民專制的暴力去清除思想文化領域的邪 惡」。對於這種歷史觀的教育，袁偉時非常憂慮﹕「用這樣的理路潛移默化我們的孩子，不管主觀意圖如何，都是不可寬宥的戕害。」&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;錦濤先生，我不是不知道，共產黨是以美化秦始皇、盜跖、太平天國、義和團這樣一個歷史脈絡來奠定自己的權力美學的。我也不是不知道，每一個政權都會 設法去建構一個所謂建國神話和圖騰─您因此一定也很理解民進黨的企圖。但是，建構的國族神話裏如果藏有仇外情緒，就是一個必須正視的危險。在二十一世紀， 國界幾乎快要不存在，地球愈來愈是一個緊密的村子，因為唇齒相依，不得不憂戚與共。中國為什麼極力爭取主辦奧運和世博﹖目的不就是企圖以最大的動作向世界 推銷一個新的中國形象﹕你看，中國是一個充滿發展能量、愛好世界和平、承擔國際責任的泱泱大國﹗&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;如果對外面的世界推銷的是這樣一個形象，關起門來教下一代的，卻是「中華文化至高論」、「外來文化邪惡論」以及義和團哲學，請告訴我，哪一個中國是真實的﹖總書記能夠光明磊落大聲地告訴國際社會嗎﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;袁偉時說，教科書不能罔顧史實，不能讚美暴力，不能教下一代中國人對自己狂熱，對外人仇視。這樣的認知，錦濤先生，在我們這裏，叫做「常識」。在北京，竟然是違反「主流意識形態」的入罪之論。那麼能不能請您告訴我這個台灣人民，您的主流意識形態是什麼﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;哪一個是你真實的面孔﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我們暫且不管大陸的知識分子和一般人民讀者怎麼看這《冰點》事件，但是我很願意和您分享像我這樣一個台灣的知識分子的感受。至於龍應台這樣思維的人在台灣有沒有代表性，有沒有影響力，您自己判斷。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我對中國大陸有深切厚重的情感，來自命運血緣，歷史傳統，更來自語言文化。在台灣生長，我同時發展出與這一條「家國認同」情感線平行並重的執著， 那就是對生命的尊重，對人道的堅持，而從這種尊重和堅持衍生出其他的基本價值﹕譬如主張獨立的人格、自由的精神，譬如對貧富不均的不能接受，對國家暴力的 絕不容忍，對統治者的絕不信任，譬如對知識的敬重，對庶民的體恤，對異議的寬容，對謊言的鄙視……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;這一條我稱之為「價值認同」的理性線。當「家國認同」的情感線和「價值認同」的理性線相互衝突時，我如何取捨﹖毫無猶豫，我選擇後者。二十年前，我 曾經寫《野火》和國民黨那個「家國」對抗﹔李登輝當政時，我曾經為文批判他的虛偽與狹隘﹔陳水扁不公不義，又迫使我執筆徹底抵抗。所以您如果鬧不清我究竟 是「統派」或是「獨派」，不妨這樣試試﹕台灣和大陸，哪邊符合我的「價值認同」，就是我的「家國」。哪邊違背我的「價值認同」，就是我離之棄之抵抗之的對 象。如果兩邊都符合我的「價值認同」，那就開始討論統一吧。所以，我是統派還是獨派呢﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;以這樣的價值結構來看今天《冰點》事件，您說我這個台灣人看見什麼﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我看見這個我懷有深切厚重情感的血緣「家國」，是一個踐踏我所有「價值認同」的國度﹕&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它，把真理當謊言，把謊言當真理，而且把這樣的顛倒制度化。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它，把獨立的知識分子當奴才使用，把奴性的知識分子當家僕使用，把奴才當─啊，它把鞭子、戒尺和鑰匙，交到奴才的手裏。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它面對西方是一個臉孔，面對日本是另一個臉孔，面對台灣是一個臉孔，面對自己，又是一個臉孔。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它面對別人的歷史持一個標準，它面對自己的歷史時─錯了，它根本不面對。它選擇背對自己的歷史。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;它擁抱神話，創造假象，恐懼真相。他最怕的，顯然是它自己。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;您，還要我繼續說下去嗎﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;我真正想說的是，錦濤先生，作為一個台灣人，我實在不在乎團團和圓圓來不來台北，雖然貓熊可愛得令人融化。但是我這樣的台灣人可真在乎《冰點》的安危，就像很多、很多香港人真在乎&lt;a id="_Keyword18" onmouseover="MM_showHideLayers('Keyword18','_Keyword18','show')" onmouseout="MM_showHideLayers('Keyword18','_Keyword18','hide')" href="javascript:Keywords ( 8);" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;程翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;那 個被逮捕的記者的安危。如果中國的「價值認同」是由一群手持鞭子、戒尺和鑰匙的奴才在壟斷它的解釋和執行，而獨立的人格、自由的精神是被打擊、戒律、監控 的對象，請問，我們談統一的起點理由究竟是什麼呢﹖而我對中國的情感還是有條件的，台灣還有很多熱愛、深愛、無條件地執著地愛中國那片深厚土地的人─您又 用什麼東西去跟他談統一，而他不致被人嘲笑、咒罵呢﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;重點不在團團和圓圓，您知道嗎﹖重點也從來就不在民進黨，您明白嗎﹖&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;重點就在《冰點》這樣具體而微的事情上。我明白您很可能根本不知道封閉《冰點》這件事情，但是您不得不概括承受所有的責任。說穿了，錦濤先生，您容 不容許媒體獨立，您尊不尊重知識分子，您用什麼態度面對自己的歷史，以什麼手段去對待人民，每一個最細小的決定，都繫在「文明」這兩個字上頭。經歷過野 蠻，我們不得不在乎文明。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;請用文明來說服我。我願意誠懇傾聽。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;龍應台&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24-1-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113829118538762950?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113829118538762950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113829118538762950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113829118538762950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113829118538762950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_113829118538762950.html' title='請用文明來說服我——給胡錦濤先生的公開信'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113821301793820577</id><published>2006-01-26T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:22:46.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>薜凱琪公開宣佈成為基督徒</title><content type='html'>Source: The Sun, 20/01/2006&lt;br /&gt;評論可看&lt;a href="http://rsericblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-christians-in-stupid-world.html"&gt;貴格人的部落格&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: the reason she became a christian is her miracle cure from chronic low back pain after strapping a bible at her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling: It's time medical students in our clinical years to return to the dissection labs and redo our anatomy. We may find the correct location of cerebrum right next to gluteus maximus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Gluteus maximus is the big piece of muscle between you hip bones and your chair when you are sitted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113821301793820577?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113821301793820577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113821301793820577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113821301793820577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113821301793820577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_26.html' title='薜凱琪公開宣佈成為基督徒'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113795358979618401</id><published>2006-01-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:45:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小結</title><content type='html'>近來我在填一份網上問卷的時候，把自己歸類為無宗教信仰者。&lt;br /&gt;不代表我是無宗教者... 我搞不懂那一大堆複雜的學術詞語，我想大家會明吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我開始改變自己的生活了。以往花太多時間在教會-related的東西裏面，我miss左個世界。我不想再只從教會的角度狹窄地看這個世界了。我選擇脫下這副眼鏡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很可笑，我發現我在學習做一個普通人。一個道道地地白白痴痴行街食飯睇戲直落的香港妹。So far，我仍然覺得我很有這個需要。在我過往生活的群體裏面，我一直感到和外邊的世界脫節。所以，我自己跑出來了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 沒有對教會深刻的負面經歷。也許是這個原因吧，我對教會不怎麼有意見。我只覺得，他們這種存在方式和形態對其生存有必要性。要求？算吧啦。教會和真理 和神性風牛馬不相及。講到底，it's the fear mixed with pride deep inside that drives everything. This is human, and a human-run organisation. (I really can't imagine myself like this -- but truly I'm neutral to this!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另 外，我不能夠再自我製造一個self-explainatory，充滿愛又充滿要求既神黎壓向自己既頭頂上了。那種「自我製造」的感覺很嘔心。我不認為 我需要很用力地自我製造一個story讓自己相信，我也不那麼需要一個解釋來說明「天地萬物是如何製造出來」的。當上天堂不比現在的每一刻生活重要，我的 自我價值也不是低得「除了十架別無拯救」，天下大事有神冇神只差有沒有禱告的對象，那麼我也不那麼需要這個神了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這叫做離教還是離派，我也搞不清楚。我對離教者普遍持有的那種怨恨的味道不那麼認同，有點兒覺得他們需要學習一下處理自己的情緒（無意攻擊，個人意見）。講到底，人要面對自己總是困難的（尤其是不想承認的黑暗面），要把矛頭指向外又舒服又容易。&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A kind reminder: the same principle applies to myself, the writer here. So it will be more appropriate to interpret what I've written just a paragraph above with this principle in mind. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;我是簡化了很多，才 寫出以上一段話，也可以說是我近來狀態的小結。由痛苦，到迷惘，到承認我對過往宗教的依戀，到解開心結開始走出來，我也 花了不少時間和淚水。（可以看我blog裏面WTO week以前的幾篇文章。）現在我的生活很簡單，很普通，連思想也愈來愈普通了，但是，我最開心的，是我開始明白普通，開始感受到普通的感覺，開始了解普 通的生活。這個，可不普通呢~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;胡兄(第一次這樣稱呼你)：&lt;br /&gt;對不起。&lt;br /&gt;一直沒有看你的blog。&lt;br /&gt;在我心裏，你一直是我的師傅。&lt;br /&gt;無論思考、文筆、行動，我都從你身上學會很多。&lt;br /&gt;可是，這個角色在我心中一直沒有平衡過來。&lt;br /&gt;Anyway，對不起。希望以後自己會比較懂如何做人。&lt;br /&gt;其實也頗無謂，寫這麼一大堆只為了讓自己心中好過。對看的人來說其實沒什麼意義。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113795358979618401?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113795358979618401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113795358979618401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113795358979618401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113795358979618401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_23.html' title='小結'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113768368710568784</id><published>2006-01-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:14:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭 — 寫於父親來電以後</title><content type='html'>還可以怎樣呢&lt;br /&gt;我還可以怎樣呢&lt;br /&gt;每一次聽見你的聲音，還未回應，已經哽咽了&lt;br /&gt;令你心灰的支吾以對，已經是我最盡力付出的回答&lt;br /&gt;我真的無力面對。&lt;br /&gt;不要跟我提起，好嗎？&lt;br /&gt;真的，不要跟我提起。&lt;br /&gt;我實在無力面對。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說你買了髮飾給我，&lt;br /&gt;忐忑的心不知道我喜歡不喜歡，&lt;br /&gt;其實我等待你送的髮飾，已不知等了多久&lt;br /&gt;但我不會告訴你&lt;br /&gt;永遠都不會告訴你&lt;br /&gt;流著淚痛哭著都不會告訴你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要告訴我事情已經過去&lt;br /&gt;年月過去我的感受從未褪去&lt;br /&gt;愛恨交纏不會因為我長大而消失&lt;br /&gt;就算事情早已離清，那又如何&lt;br /&gt;難道創傷不存在嗎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，不要叫我面對你&lt;br /&gt;不要叫我面對你&lt;br /&gt;我不想痛&lt;br /&gt;我無力再痛&lt;br /&gt;我想好好生活&lt;br /&gt;就讓我把往事忘記&lt;br /&gt;把關係忘記&lt;br /&gt;從頭認識一個新的人&lt;br /&gt;開展一段新的關係&lt;br /&gt;一切可能更簡單，甚至更精彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我情願我是你的醫生&lt;br /&gt;你是我的病人&lt;br /&gt;我每年為你驗身&lt;br /&gt;與你一起控制膽固醇&lt;br /&gt;指導清淡食譜&lt;br /&gt;作出練習建議&lt;br /&gt;總好過在過去與現在之間，拉拉扯扯，不倫不類&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，你死了我會很難過&lt;br /&gt;但我不知道我應如何出席喪禮&lt;br /&gt;我知道我的傷口久久不能復原&lt;br /&gt;我連愛你都不懂&lt;br /&gt;又如何在你死後　懷念你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放開我吧，放開我吧&lt;br /&gt;讓我脫離這一切枷鎖&lt;br /&gt;我很想飛&lt;br /&gt;別叫我想飛飛不起&lt;br /&gt;再這樣下去，我會受不住&lt;br /&gt;我的心像撕裂般痛，我會死亡&lt;br /&gt;別讓我繼續流淚了，好嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好嗎？你說好嗎？&lt;br /&gt;你告訴我好嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知你都痛。你痛的比我更甚。&lt;br /&gt;但我真的無法再接受你&lt;br /&gt;我已經再無能力了&lt;br /&gt;我知道你一直等著我&lt;br /&gt;期待某一天我能笑著回到你面前&lt;br /&gt;你會很高興的接受我&lt;br /&gt;甚至，你在過去、現在、將來&lt;br /&gt;都一直等待著我，接受著我&lt;br /&gt;我是知道的&lt;br /&gt;心裏也感激&lt;br /&gt;但我真的不能接受&lt;br /&gt;我不是拒絕接受&lt;br /&gt;而是我不能接受&lt;br /&gt;我沒有接受的能力&lt;br /&gt;這能力我早就失去了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，你還是不要等我了&lt;br /&gt;漫長的等待，經已折磨了你幾十年&lt;br /&gt;我看著你鄒紋一天一天地多&lt;br /&gt;腰背一天一天地佗&lt;br /&gt;我知道你疲累了&lt;br /&gt;你看著同輩一個一個病倒&lt;br /&gt;你說自己膝開始痛腰開始酸視力開始模糊&lt;br /&gt;胃口少了白髮多了睡眠也差了&lt;br /&gt;你遍尋名醫練了太極也無補於事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心裏了解誰是你真正的解藥&lt;br /&gt;你一直都寄望著我&lt;br /&gt;你想尋回多年前失去的女兒&lt;br /&gt;尋回失落多年的父女情&lt;br /&gt;但你了解這個包伏有多重嗎&lt;br /&gt;我清楚我了解但我無力回應&lt;br /&gt;我不想回應逃避回應咋作聽不見&lt;br /&gt;當然&lt;br /&gt;我每一次都失敗&lt;br /&gt;你再次追著我&lt;br /&gt;再次抓著我&lt;br /&gt;再次展視你那等待的能耐&lt;br /&gt;嘗試用你的熱誠打動我&lt;br /&gt;我是清楚的&lt;br /&gt;所以我心更重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;依然是那一句，&lt;br /&gt;我無力回應，不想回應，不敢回應&lt;br /&gt;不想回想不想回望不想去面對&lt;br /&gt;就讓我們這樣，就這樣，不要再動了，可以嗎？&lt;br /&gt;可以嗎？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113768368710568784?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113768368710568784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113768368710568784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113768368710568784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113768368710568784'/><link rel='alternate' 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目前眼高手低，資產不良，將大部份資產投放於表面基建（如LV，Gucci，纖體），結構需重整 (人格結構＋資產結構 ＋ 公司目標)，且被懷疑做假帳 (誇大自己資產淨值)，評為「遜於大市」，並給與標普評級 C--，即是快要倒閉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由於國企股質素日漸提升，其中重慶，成都及上海最值得投資者注意。西邊地區會較為值得長線投資，因為那裡企業風俗純僕。由於長年艱苦經營 (西邊比較落後)，故企業 (西邊女士) 能甘心一起渡起難關，加上企業發展（思考）比較全面，而且其企業臨界點是最低的。 (你的收入只要給予她們兩餐溫飽，她們都願意跟你捱。)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上海股高風險高回報，外在條件極為吸引，適合老練投資者。上海股可怕之處是首先賺取微利，再引導投資者加碼，當將大部分資產投放時，這樣才使投資者血本無歸，建議短抄，賺取微利和經驗就立刻止賺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上海股好比末日輪，除非正股暴漲 (你識到個有錢上海妹又睇得上你)，否則只宜短炒，萬萬不能上身，而且適宜買期權作對沖（做足安全措施）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由於種種因素，導致近年國企股成交量激增，港股如再不重整結構，市場只會慢慢被國企所侵奪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend posted this article on his blog one week ago. He now fully understands the Hang Send Index has recently been rising up to 157xx points and its significance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113742895379273153?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113742895379273153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113742895379273153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113742895379273153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113742895379273153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_17.html' title='港股論港女 [轉貼]'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113732632352504660</id><published>2006-01-15T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:00:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>離開</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;各位弟兄姐妹：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;大家好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;經過一段時間的考慮，我決定辭去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ICCF Core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;的職位。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;這 段時間我有很多不同的新的體驗，這些 體驗觸發我去重新思考宗敎，思考自己一貫的價值觀和自己將來的路向。在思想轉變、價值重塑的當兒，我沒法繼續宣揚過往既有的價值觀；這樣下去只是欺騙自 己，把事奉淪為交差。離開後，我會繼續思考宗教、自己的價值觀和將來的路向，亦會爭取機會認識這個世界更多。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;在工作安排方面，我清楚自己不負責任地離開，為各位（尤其是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;IC Core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;）帶來了諸多不便；尤其是社關組，我很感謝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Issac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;和啊朱願意繼續負責小組的工作，也感謝大家一直以來的參與。希望各位能繼續在社關方面努力，榮耀神的名。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;很抱歉，我不能與各位同走事奉的路程，希望各位加油！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;小文&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;br 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113639470732331791</id><published>2006-01-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:11:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回顧</title><content type='html'>發現大家都在回顧過去。回顧2005年。&lt;br /&gt;我從來都沒有這個習慣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許過去不是如此可回望。&lt;br /&gt;或許過去不是如此重要。&lt;br /&gt;也或許，過去早在現在的生活之中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有過去，是不會有現在的。&lt;br /&gt;就如沒有麪粉何來麪包一樣。&lt;br /&gt;一個人如果接受現在，那他早就承認自己的過去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二零零六年一月四日。&lt;br /&gt;迷惘。我住足十字街頭。&lt;br /&gt;不想走回頭路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這就是我的回顧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113639470732331791?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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That's what I need now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113628061358935565?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113628061358935565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113628061358935565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113628061358935565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113628061358935565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/dressing.html' 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/&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-12-2005 1542&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;經過一晚衝刺，我明白了一個道理：&lt;br /&gt;作姦犯科就好比演奏鋼琴，想要達到某種出神入化的境界就得趁早開始！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113587619310532723?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113587619310532723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113587619310532723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113587619310532723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113587619310532723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_30.html' title='爽！'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113577999180672621</id><published>2005-12-28T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:28:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拋開</title><content type='html'>把多年的信念拋開&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一剎那間，很亢奮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再一剎那間，很低落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如此循迴，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既夠，未夠。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113577999180672621?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;每一個畫面、每一個音符、每一下動作、每一種語氣...... 都訴說著很多。&lt;br /&gt;多得我們平時都不察覺，甚至無視它們的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;潛意識太重了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂得為何我仍在笑，天天的笑，眼淚不懂得流出來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這樣一團糟的生活，為何我仍能過呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灰色。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;矇矓裏仍能看見一切；不會撞死，也不會迷路。生活仍在自己的掌握中。&lt;br /&gt;一切就只那麼多了一層輕輕的迷霧。包圍著。&lt;br /&gt;不知何故。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聖誕節，收到一張傳單，上面寫著 "Have you been saved?", 下面有一段字：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away. If you, O Lord kept a record of sins, O Lord, who can stand? But with you there is forgiveness: therefore you are feared. Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures... that everyone who believes in him receives forgiveness of sins through his name." ------ HOLY BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，上半段寫得相當一矢中的，人類的魚腥味臭屎味我算是聞過了，臭得作嘔... 有誰不像秋葉一飄而過？又有誰能站得住腳呢...~ 只是，如果我們接受自己，不亢不卑，和相信寬恕帶來的釋放又有多大分别呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whoever believes in the Son have eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for Gods wrath remains on him." ------- HOLY BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath...用到個咁兇既字。&lt;br /&gt;我而家都見唔到life... 信你，又會見到d咩呢~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有上半段都講得好中，但係上半段同下半段是沒有必然關係的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仍然灰色。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由得我把生活支離破碎開，再重新拼合吧。我想看得見這個大世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既夠未夠。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113570456063174607?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113570456063174607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113570456063174607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_28.html' title='灰色'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113578426238549425</id><published>2005-12-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:37:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the WTO... a letter I couldn't stop writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wesley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I couldn't help but to stop myself from dwelling into the notes and start writing an email to you. It has been some time since the phone call when I told you that I can no longer stand simple slogans and straight forward black-and-white reasons for going to, or organizing, protests. Well, the problem simply lingers on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve tried my best to pull up myself and seize some of the opportunities in the WTO week to learn more. I’m glad the learning experience was great. The world becomes a lot bigger then I’ve ever imagined. I realized how stupid I am – thinking this little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; is the centre of the whole world. Problem as small as an ant had been an elephant in my eyes. Perhaps I should admit, it has become more and more difficult for me to yell “No” to something, especially after the WTO week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I wonder where the hack truth is. Everybody talk about love, faith, justice and all that. I used to think I’m no where wrong if I go with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;FES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and the big international NGOs. Now I realize just how big the NGO world is. People have different stances and different opinions based on different perspectives, priorities, and interests. They collaborate and dissemble strategically guided mostly by common interests. The thought of “these interactions are necessary to generate the common good”, “adding these all up will give you the final positive picture” has been comforting for some months, but now no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I couldn’t stop myself from having some kind of weird feeling towards the WTO protests. (I do understand their importance and their reason to be here.) I’ve noticed a certain kind of discordance between the insides and outsides of the Convention Centre. It’s like people are talking in completely different languages. Yelling “No” outside the Centre means nothing to the technical and political negotiations inside. To get a protesting farmer into the Centre is not going to yield anything productive. These people are indeed useful outside, but someone must go into the centre to deal with the complicated scenario so that protestors’ dream (-sssssss?) may come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let me reiterate, I realize, to some extent, how unfair and nasty the situation is now (don’t think I can ever realize all). I stand fully to the support of fairness and equality, and personally, the Western Goddess of Justice (remember the sculptures in Victoria Park during the WTO week?) has already become a part of my heart. However I don’t think yelling is enough. Yelling is merely the first step to the whole matter. It will not be nice if our understanding remains so one-sided, so black-and-white, and so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To add a bit, I think it is quite foolish to dwell in the discussion of “police performance and misbehaviors” as one of the most important WTO discussion topics. I realize the arrests, but the police cannot help but to become WTO-watchdogs once the HK Government is responsible for the conference. Perhaps the more proper question is why the government wants to held this conference, and the arguments go back to “building up the image of Hong Kong” and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This letter shows quite an extensive bit of relativism that I did not hold onto before. I admit that I’m in a break-down process – breaking down those built up in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;FES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; for the past 3 years. I’m beginning to see Christianity in complete new eyes – maybe the most ordinary pair of eyes one can get from anyone else in the street – but this is significant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So this is the only (and very much belated) Christmas present I present to you. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Siuman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113578426238549425?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113578426238549425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113578426238549425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113578426238549425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113578426238549425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-wto-letter-i-couldnt-stop.html' title='Me and the WTO... a letter I couldn&apos;t stop writing'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113518305492364933</id><published>2005-12-22T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:22:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and WTO.. just writing what's in my mind</title><content type='html'>沒有責任在身，果然無官一身輕。&lt;br /&gt;很自由，想做什麼就做什麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still excited about the idea of building myself up in an environment with different kinds of people. Fascinated with the wide range of interactions one can have with each other. Everybody is just so unique and so valuable you wanna respect them. At last we're coming to the same environment, the same culture, the same language. We start to understand and communicate, in the mist of all the differences, like upbringing, personality, values, religion, lifestyles, financial habits etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pretty naive about all these... but it's the first time I learned that you've got to expect spendings in Papua New Guinea just the same as those you spend in Australia. Reason? PNG has no local production. No farming. No industries. No jobs. People live with potatoes everyday. All goods are imported from Australia and other developed countries. Yes, ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western Goddess of Justice, again.&lt;br /&gt;This was the only thing that went across my mind - and stayed lingering for long hours - after I learn about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what I've mentioned earlier, I became much more open to yelling "Down Down WTO!" after last week. If that's what it means to open up a market, I'd rather Papua New Guinea remains in her old stone-age era, which was just 50 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matters are complicated when you stand yourself on the developed world and look over to the developing world. But they were very simple when you stand on the developing world and look the other way round. Very simple. Just give up your wealth, give up your luxurious lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is simply bloody unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the EU / US trade commissioners feel when they concluded the Doha round last week. Both were working furiously hard trying to prevent the wealthiest from being less wealthy; in the face of two-thirds of the world who were trying to get a penny out of the wealthiests' pockets in order to sustain life.&lt;br /&gt;And this was the Doha round. A round supposed to give priorities to bringing developing countries out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to understand, why a lot of people wanted to abolish the WTO. It's all a matter of perspectives. People like to excuse themselves from understanding the heart of the matter by saying "Oh it's so complicated", while the solution lies in giving priorities - most of the time simple yet hard to do - to all the different parties whose interests conflicts each other. With a bit more tact, win-win situations, or near win-win, can be achieved. It's like cutting small pieces of fat gradually from the fat women and sticking them onto the poor thin man's body, while the fat lady feels no or minimal pain and thinks she's having a liposuction which is for her own good. There are still people out there who makes perfect sense and is brave enough to explore and work through the conflicting interests. To me, that may be the last bit of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113518305492364933?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113518305492364933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113518305492364933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113518305492364933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113518305492364933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-wto-just-writing-whats-in-my.html' title='Me and WTO.. just writing what&apos;s in my mind'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113498215227616650</id><published>2005-12-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:49:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>梁啟智﹕灣仔的所謂「騷亂」</title><content type='html'>作者為美國明尼蘇達大學地理學博士生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;數日前還令香港人感動的和平示威者，為何轉眼間會變成漠視香港非暴力傳統的暴民﹖理由很簡單，因為世貿協議不是由香港人一人一票投票決定的。要評論示威者的對與錯，先要接受世貿的政治尺度（political scale）不是香港，而是世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這看似顯然易見的道理，香港傳媒的評論似乎並不理解。近日多數有關世貿示威的評論，都是以香港傳統的示威邏輯出發，硬套在外來的示威者之上，進而評點其抗爭手段的對錯。正是如此，香港的報章才會有「暴民襲港」或「港人動容」之類以香港為中心的頭條。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;普羅論述謂香港的示威素來和平守法，卻忽視了這個非暴力傳統是建基於香港獨有的政治體制之下。港人在香港搞示威，目的是要顯示其立場受群眾支持，並進而爭取更多的認同。因為相關的政治尺度只限於香港，香港人的感受才會重要。所以無論民主黨或民建聯都不會搞暴力抗爭，背後的考慮不單是原則，更是選票。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外來示威者沒有這個考慮。和本地示威者不同，他們的第一目的不是贏取港人的支持。反正世貿協議又不是由港人投票決定的，港人是否支持並非核心問題，如果支持也只是錦上添花。示威者的目的也不是要進入會場，雖然行動上看起來是。但這行動卻是一個過程，最終的目的是爭取國際傳媒的注意。外來示威者寧可被香港的傳媒描黑，也要得到歐美傳媒的報道，是個很合邏輯的選擇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要把尺度一轉，便幾可確定示威者其實是「成功」了。以美國版的有線電視新聞網絡為例，連日來也只是報道美國國內的新聞，到了昨晚才把世貿放上頭條。是政治尺度的不平衡決定了抗爭的方法﹕香港警察要向香港市民負責，外來示威者面對的卻是國際輿論﹔所以暴力抗爭才會成為「指定動作」，前線警員也就成為代罪羔羊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不從示威者角度考慮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;批評流於表面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正是如此，對示威的評論才會陷入尺度的落差。香港民意對暴力抗爭的底線定得高，國際輿論卻恐怕要到了恐怖襲擊才會譴責。灣仔的所謂「騷亂」，正正就在這兩條底線之間。我不是要為暴力辯護，而是如果我們不用示威者的角度來考慮其動機，對他們的批評就注定要流於表面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;各位專業或業餘或茶餐廳時事評論員，請不要再用港人的尺度來衡量這次抗爭。香港的進步力量也許想以和平手段逐步教育大眾認識世貿，然而外來示威者所爭的卻是朝夕。無論我們如何不滿，也和遊戲規則的本身毫不相關，因為這就是世貿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對，這次會議雖然由香港主辦，但無論是會場內外的規則其實都不由香港人決定，而是按照未必和香港相關的國際慣例進行。這種對本土特性的漠視其實就是世貿的本質。香港人一向自認精明，為何參加了這種甚為搵笨的組織，還要主動幫忙舉辦會議，卻是個該認真思考的問題。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.news.yahoo.com/051218/12/1jogs.html"&gt;http://hk.news.yahoo.com/051218/12/1jogs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113498215227616650?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113498215227616650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113498215227616650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113498215227616650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;如果說暴力，會展場內的一句說話，一個簽名，足以使幾百萬人失業、失學、甚至失去性命。這種慢性殺人，不比場外的示威者更暴力嗎？在這種角度之下，誰是暴民？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113483849150567771?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113483849150567771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113483849150567771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113483849150567771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113483849150567771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/teargas.html' title='Teargas'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113475101589861475</id><published>2005-12-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:38:42.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justitia (Western Goddess of Justice)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aidoh.dk/photos/new-struct/About-Jens-Galschiot/Portraits/JG-portrait_07web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.aidoh.dk/photos/new-struct/About-Jens-Galschiot/Portraits/JG-portrait_07web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sitting on the back of a man&lt;br /&gt;He is sinking under the burden&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything to help him&lt;br /&gt;Except stepping down from his back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justitia (Western Goddess of Justice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Denish sculptor and activist &lt;a href="http://www.quietpoly.com/juryfury/debates/peacefulactivism/jens-stepoffafricasback.html"&gt;Jens Galschiot&lt;/a&gt;. (That's him in the photograph)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113475101589861475?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113475101589861475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113475101589861475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113475101589861475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113475101589861475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/justitia-western-goddess-of-justice.html' title='Justitia (Western Goddess of Justice)'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113440749893495548</id><published>2005-12-13T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:41:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. the 8 requirements for your ideal lover (edited)</title><content type='html'>1. When you are tagged, you must list the 8 requirements for your ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Indicate who you were tagged by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints:&lt;br /&gt;1. You must state that you ideal lover is a male or female. (I think homosexual is allowed to play this game too.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag another 5 people by leaving them this comment: "Congratulation, you have been tagged. Check out my xanga and learn how to play this game." &lt;--I'll ignore this =P&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have been tagged for this game, but you have completed this game upon this tagging, you can disregard the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Celia, Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender of my Ideal Lover: 男&lt;br /&gt;1. 愛我，能包容我&lt;br /&gt;2. 相同價值觀&lt;br /&gt;3. 我包容到佢&lt;br /&gt;4. 成熟，深度了解自己內心世界&lt;br /&gt;5. Open to change, both self and the environment, irrespective of age&lt;br /&gt;6. Open to learnand improve, both hard knowledges and life qualities, irrespective of age&lt;br /&gt;7. 懂表達和處理情緒，善於溝通&lt;br /&gt;8. 不會逞強&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I tag: Terence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113440749893495548?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113440749893495548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113440749893495548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113440749893495548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113440749893495548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged-8-requirements-for-your-ideal.html' title='Tagged.. the 8 requirements for your ideal lover (edited)'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113432386828628437</id><published>2005-12-12T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:57:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>睇到作嘔.......</title><content type='html'>看新聞看得有點作嘔了。一篇接一篇有關世貿的報導，全都只是有關交通安排、塞車情況、全港各界各施各法預防暴力事件、南韓農民就黎殺到啦要小心安全呀....etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;試想想，如果各大傳媒報導八九民運，只說學生進行暴動，不斷進行危險性高的要協性動作，市民很害怕但難以預防受到波及，政府日常運作受到巨大影響十分可 憐，以及軍警無辜受傷真是冤枉等等... 你會接受這種報導嗎？這種報導，完全漠視中共混亂的政治背景，漠視人民抑壓多年積慮的憤怒；是否合適的報導手法呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慘在，現在香港各大傳媒報導世貿的角度，就是這一種。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘔........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113432386828628437?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113432386828628437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113432386828628437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113432386828628437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113432386828628437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_12.html' title='睇到作嘔.......'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113415643374169430</id><published>2005-12-10T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:33:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>世貿相關活動行程(2)</title><content type='html'>大部份活動都冇乜人陪...如果你都有興趣的話，搵埋我一齊去啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十日（六）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Oxfam Big Noise Day&lt;br /&gt;2. 消除貧困日(第三期)  White Band Day III&lt;br /&gt;全球消除貧困聯盟 Global Call to Action against Poverty (GCAP)&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;下午要返HKUFI上live case, 夜晚或者去行一陣掛.... 唔會夜走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十一日（日）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;「抗議世貿官商勾結」大遊行、文化表演&lt;br /&gt;民間監察世貿聯盟&lt;br /&gt;大遊行 下午2:00  維園足球場集合 遊行前往政府總部&lt;br /&gt;1330-1400 祈禱會 香港教會組織 維園&lt;br /&gt;2000 文化大笪地&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;下午要Family Follow Up，唔去得。Follow Up 完之後應該會出去行下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十三日（二）&lt;br /&gt;世貿開幕日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;開幕遊行，不過我想上堂，唔去。&lt;br /&gt;不過，其實應該幾多野睇的。&lt;br /&gt;落堂之後，會睇下即時新聞，如果有料到的話就出去維園睇下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十四日（三）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;中國與世貿：新中國概略及捍衛社會公義集體行動的興起&lt;br /&gt;CHINA and the WTO: What to know about the New China and the emerging collective actions for social justice&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm - 10.00pm 小童群益會 Boys and Girls Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focusweb.org/component/option,com_extcalendar/Itemid,/"&gt;http://www.focusweb.org/component/option,com_extcalendar/Itemid,/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十五日（四）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. 發展中國家的特殊及差別待遇&lt;br /&gt;Special and Differential treatment for Developing Countries&lt;br /&gt;9.30am - 12.00noon 諾仕酒店 Knutsford Hotel&lt;br /&gt;德國夏域堡基金會 Heinrich Böll Foundation (HBF), 德國監察 Germanwatch&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;如果visit完食環署之後仲有時間就會去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 新自由主義的現行代理人 反雙邊及地區自由貿易協議案例&lt;br /&gt;WTO and FTAs: Complimentary Agents of Neoliberalism&lt;br /&gt;The Case Against Bilateral and Regional Free Trade Agreements (FTAs)&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm - 6.00pm 小童群益會 Boys and Girls Club&lt;br /&gt;http://www.focusweb.org/component/option,com_extcalendar/Itemid,/&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;考慮緊去唔去....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 世貿 / 全球化：危害兒童世界世貿的經濟暴力，也談全球化、戰爭及帝國（&lt;a href="http://www.ic.fes.org.hk/local%20and%20world%20concern/wto/learn.htm"&gt;Wesley@FES&lt;/a&gt;帶隊）&lt;br /&gt;14:30@天后地鐵站恒生銀行等&lt;br /&gt;主辦機構：東南亞兒童權益協會和平生命&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;2或3擇其一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十六日（五）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Trade and Health Policy Coherence for Human Development&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Trade and Development Symposium&lt;br /&gt;10.15-12.45: Room 402, Hong Kong Exhibition Centre&lt;br /&gt;Organiser: World Health Organisation (WHO)&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;又一走堂之作~ =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 我們的姊妹會遇上甚麼？當年青婦女遇上中年婦女 (型塑全球化：婦女的抵抗與出路)&lt;br /&gt;What Happened to us Sisters? An Encounter Young Women’s Dialogue with Maturing Women(“Shaping Globalization: Women’s Resistance and Alternatives”)&lt;br /&gt;0900-1200, 1300-1500 @維園&lt;br /&gt;Organiser: 東南亞婦女關注全球化及世貿、婦女反貧窮及全球化遊行&lt;br /&gt;Southeast Asian Women Taking on Globalization and WTO / Women’s March Against Poverty and Globalization&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;聽完上面的talk之後去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 國際貿易協議的決策過程民主化：以色列的處境&lt;br /&gt;Democratization of decision making processes regarding international trade agreements&lt;br /&gt;- the Israel scenario&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm- 3.00pm 諾仕酒店 Knutsford Hotel&lt;br /&gt;中東地球之友 Friend of Earth Middle East&lt;br /&gt;http://foeme.org/events.php?ind=13&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;睇下維園吸引D，定係佢吸引D，再決定聽邊個啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十七日（六）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. 戰爭與貿易：伊拉克：全球化與戰爭的起爆點&lt;br /&gt;War and Trade: Iraq: Ground Zero of Globalization and War&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm- 10.00pm  小童群益會 Boys and Girls Club&lt;br /&gt;http://www.focusweb.org/component/option,com_extcalendar/Itemid,/&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;我應該會去呢個，聽完個talk先去演唱會度睇下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 大型演唱會 (修頓球場)（&lt;a href="http://www.ic.fes.org.hk/local%20and%20world%20concern/wto/learn.htm"&gt;Wesley@FES&lt;/a&gt;帶隊）&lt;br /&gt;集合時間地點：17:45@灣仔三聯書店 香港灣仔軒尼詩道158號 (灣仔地鐵站 A4 出口)&lt;br /&gt;主辦機構： 東南亞漁民聯盟&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;閉幕前夕大型演唱會&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;十二月十八日（日）&lt;br /&gt;世貿閉幕日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;抗議世貿：反對官商勾結 捍衛尊嚴生活　&lt;br /&gt;「繼續抗爭，向世貿說『不』！」集會、遊行&lt;br /&gt;民間監察世貿聯盟 [世貿閉幕日]&lt;br /&gt;下午2:00 維園足球場集合&lt;br /&gt;遊行前往灣仔公眾示威區&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;去睇下，一個下午見十幾個(or up)國家，抵玩呀~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113415643374169430?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113415643374169430/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113405122451385183</id><published>2005-12-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:13:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>告全港警務人員書</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inmediahk.net/public/article?group%5fid=72&amp;item%5fid=82369"&gt;http://www.inmediahk.net/public/article?group%5fid=72&amp;amp;item%5fid=82369&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;值得看，簽名支持，及傳開。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113405122451385183?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113405122451385183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>世貿相關活動行程</title><content type='html'>世貿殺到...~~ 未唸定去邊度好...實在有太多野啦，又唔係個個都真係咁值得去。&lt;br /&gt;暫時決定去二個活動，都是和醫療與公共衛生有關的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一個是&lt;a href="http://www.msf.org.hk/big5/news/special_detail.php?id=332"&gt;無國界醫生&lt;/a&gt;搞的講座。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;「世貿對病人獲得所需藥物的影響：中國探討」座談會&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;針對禽流感有可能在全球大規模擴散，世界各地爭相搶購流感藥「特敏福（Tamiflu）」，這種藥物的專利權、藥價等問題頓時引起全球關注；但每一天威脅 著人們生命的又豈只禽流感？愛滋病、結核病、瘧疾、黑熱病等很多不同的傳染病，每年奪取一千四百萬人的生命，只要有合適藥物，很多死亡可以避免。他們得不 到所需藥物的其中一個原因，就是藥物專利導致藥價高企，遠超病人的負擔能力以外。這個講座就是要探討世貿對病人獲得所需藥物造成的影響。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;日期：&lt;/b&gt;二零零五年十二月九日 (星期五)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;時間：&lt;/b&gt;下午二時至五時&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;地點：&lt;/b&gt;香港大學圖書館大樓新翼許磐卿講堂LE1室&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;主持：&lt;/b&gt;香港大學社會科學研究中心主任白景崇(Dr J Bacon-Shone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;講者：&lt;/b&gt;知識產權署署長謝肅方(Mr Stephen Richard Selby)、無國界醫生「病者有其藥」運動政策倡議總監Ms Ellen’t Hoen、無國界醫生「病者有其藥」運動幹事Ms Suerie Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;合辦機構︰&lt;/b&gt;無國界醫生香港辦事處、香港大學環球學(Global Studies Program)、香港大學醫療及衛生規劃研究網絡(Medical and Health Research Network of HKU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二個是世界衛生組織搞的講座。&lt;br /&gt;這是一堆NGOsss合辦的symposium裏面其中一個plenary，是這堆NGOsss趁著WTO開會的時間搞的。雖然在上一次世貿部長級會議 中，各國原則上同意「發展中國家可以為解決公共健康問題在藥物專利保護上施行例外」，但實際上如何執行，仍然路遙漫漫，十劃未有一pit... 這個plenary會建議這條路應如何發展。&lt;br /&gt;另外，plenary裏亦會講到食品安全問題，以及把醫療服務變成商業活動（eg 跨國醫療集團好似mcdonalds咁向全世界開分店）的可能性和隱憂。當然，全部野都係講緊政策層面啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trade and Health Policy Coherence for Human Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Trade and Development Symposium&lt;br /&gt;Dec 16 10.15-12.45: Room 402, Hong Kong Exhibition Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Organiser: World Health Organisation (WHO)&lt;br /&gt;詳情可看&lt;a href="http://www.ictsd.org/ministerial/hongkong/tds/agenda/05-12-16/session07.1_trade_and_health.htm"&gt;這裏&lt;/a&gt;。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15638594.post-113387520865173584</id><published>2005-12-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:20:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;以下內容抄自&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/benbirdie"&gt;benbirdie&lt;/a&gt;的日記。&lt;br /&gt;給日記原主：我沒有事先得你准許，希望你不介意。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, is a bad day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Witnessed a termination of pregnancy at 23.5 weeks of gestation.&lt;br /&gt;Indication: Amniocentesis revealed monosomy X, Turner Syndrome 45,X (mosaic type)&lt;br /&gt;Procedure: Inject KCl to stop the baby's heart beat, then insert prostagladin to induce labour so that the mother will deliver the dead fetus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The patient came with her mother. Before the procedure, the mother stated clearly that she does not want to see the baby after it is born. She refused any future notice of results of the baby whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then she was told to lie down on a bed beside the ultrasound machine in the ward. She was told that it would be like doing amniocentesis. She closed her eyes, refusing to see anything related to this baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Was she disgusted about this defective baby? Does she feel ashamed about her? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No. Couldnt be. Afterall, she had been carrying her for almost 6 months. It is her daughter. I guess she did not want her decision to be shaken. She doesnt want to carry this psychological burden to her next baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An ultrasound scan was performed to locate the best position for insertion. I saw the fetal heart beat, I saw her head, I saw her limbs. She looked so helpless, yet, there was nothing I could do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The procedure began.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first injection was to kill pain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the real thing came. A needle was inserted into the fetal heart, guided by ultrasound. Without hesitation, the doc inserted the needle. The fetus moved. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did she feel pain? Did she sense danger? Was she pleading for mercy? Was she just trying her last effort to kick her mother, so that she would change her mind?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first attempt failed, because the baby moved. The doc adjusted the position again. The fetus moved. Adjustment. The fetus moved again. The fetal heart was still beating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The patient's mother started weeping. My eyes got watery. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Readjustment. The needle reached the ventricles. The nurse injected 3ml KCl. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5 sec later. The fetal heart was still beating, weakly. Even when everyone else had given up on her, she was not ready to give up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another 1ml KCl. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It stopped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;End of procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have went thru my Obs and Gyne already.&lt;br /&gt;G5P0+4 is not uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;The average waiting time for IVF is 5-6 years.&lt;br /&gt;Though controversial, at least she has a reason. The 2 most common reasons for TOP are "psychological disturbance" and "population control".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you understand medicine? I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15638594-113387520865173584?l=siumanjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113387520865173584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15638594&amp;postID=113387520865173584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113387520865173584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15638594/posts/default/113387520865173584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siumanjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>小文</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769095717530085004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/1448/1600/Siuman3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
