中文課

李老師謝師宴。

  • 普通話:上圖為我中文堂嘅筆記,佈滿拼音同聲調嘅筆記。
    Form 6嘅我,普通話真係奇差(雖然依家都麻麻地)。正因為我普通話差,李老師時不時都要我答問題,我成日講到一舊舊,尷尬到面到紅哂。於是,每次上堂除咗要prepare notes之外,仲要順便search埋d拼音。弱點,唔可以逃避,一定要下功夫。
  • 身教:李老師係我見過最認真投入嘅老師。每次改卷都改得好仔細,一字一句都會用心comment。依家星期六日探老師,其他老師可能係屋企,李老師一定會係教員室。
  • 中文:李老師教書嘅熱情,上過佢堂嘅人就會明白。
  • 金句:search下impromptuz有關李老師嘅posts,重覆出現嘅有兩句金句:
    「天天是挑戰,一步跟不上,步步跟不上,做事要用心認真」
    「Chance+Ability+Passion」
    雖然李老師同我之間冇發生過d咩轟天動地嘅故事,不過其實兩句金句已經足夠,終身受用。
    記得有位同事話,佢交貨比老闆,差唔多70%準確就得啦。我當時好大反應,下咁點得架?然後呢位同事以為我扮哂野orz。
    多得李老師嘅教導,令我明白到”認真你就輸了“就真係輸了。

良辰美景

畢業已經三年。
當年冇smartphone,所以好少會特登影相。
就算影,都唔係好高quality嘅相。
今日揭一揭yearbook,嘩,所有風景都好familiar,
真係好好好好靚。

(1) Tang Hall 影出去Charles River嘅黃昏….wa >-< 

(2) Simmons Hall 行去Shaws Market嘅必經路軌

其實我都係同一條路軌上面影過相 XD

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(3) MIT Medical & Kendall T Station 中間位置。
lunchtime有food truck出現。記得好凍好凍嘅時候,就會light speed跑去medical,然後行infinite corridor嘅basement返dorm。

(4) Charles River旁邊嘅黃葉。真係好迷人

when life takes an unusual turn

panday

9:05am收到電話,
9月1號開始新posting~
終於唔駛返quarry bay喇(誤)

感覺都幾surreal,雖然都估到少少
不過都係要收到電話一刻先有「 離地」嘅感覺

友人s有以下comment:

  • 你唔食得辣架播…
  • 你到時唔好日日食杯麵,McDonalds同coke zero喎
  • 你咁懶,你d weekends一定唔會飛返香港….
  • 嗰度d女仔好白身材正(所以..我要有自卑的覺悟嗎?)

當一個uncertainty告終,另一個uncertainty又開始,
到底,我又要做到幾時先可以返到香港?
不過無計,做住先,the dots will eventually connect.

Anyway, a new adventure, why not?

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瑕疵

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

– Mark Twain

明天就是放榜日了
in reality沒有score sheet,
也沒有marking scheme。
最determining的factor,也只是命運而已。
bring it on!

Meeting高錕

睡眼惺忪的早晨突然碰上Nobel Prize Winner….

我們竟然會在同一病房相遇,真榮幸(?)。

Btw 其實高教授也曾經在impromptuz出現過:

“我們偶爾互相對望,

為能兩相廝守而感到穩靠,

又恍惚如夢。“ -《 潮平岸闊‧高錕自述》

(天音:咁都係一個post? -.-)


Coincidentally watched “Still Alice” on the same day, a movie on Alzheimer’s disease. Bursted into tears again…wuuu~

Everything I accumulated in life, everything I’ve worked so hard for – now all that is being ripped away. As you can imagine, or as you know, this is hell. But it gets worse. Who can take us seriously when we are so far from who we once were? Our strange behavior and fumbled sentences change other’s perception of us and our perception of ourselves. We become ridiculous, incapable, comic. But this is not who we are, this is our disease.

…But for the time being, I’m still alive. I know I’m alive. I have people I love dearly. I have things I want to do with my life. I rail against myself for not being able to remember things – but I still have moments in the day of pure happiness and joy.

And please do not think that I am suffering. I am not suffering. I am struggling. Struggling to be part of things, to stay connected to whom I was once. So, ‘live in the moment’ I tell myself. It’s really all I can do, live in the moment. And not beat myself up too much… and not beat myself up too much for mastering the art of losing.