由第一集到大結局的份量哦,你全都記起來了嗎?

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這本常放在包包裡。
一直一直給我很多鼓勵的九巴刀,謝謝你。

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今次要介紹的是Angela Aki的手紙 ~拝啓 十五の君へ~。
有段時間常常在逛街的時候聽到,不知不覺記起了它的旋律。

這首歌是有次Angela Aki發現自己在十五歲時寫給自己的信,歌詞內容則是她回信給十五歲時的自己。
如果你有為自己的人生努力過,相信你會聽到熱淚盈眶。 

作詞:Angela Aki
作曲:Angela Aki

拝啓 この手纸読んでいるあなたは どこで何をしているのだろう 

十五の僕には谁にも话せない 悩みの種があるのです 

未来の自分に宛てて书く手纸なら 
きっと素直に打ち明けられるだろう 

今 負けそうで 泣きそうで 消えてしまいそうな僕は 
誰の言葉を信じ歩けばいいの? 
ひとつしかないこの胸が何度もばらばらに割れて 
苦しい中で今を生きている 
今を生きている 

拝啓 ありがとう 十五のあなたに伝えたい事があるのです 
自分とは何でどこへ向かうべきか  問い続ければ見えてくる 

荒れた青春の海は厳しいけれど 
明日の岸辺へと 夢の舟よ進め 

今 負けないで 泣かないで 消えてしまいそうな時は 
自分の声を信じ歩けばいいの 
大人の僕も傷ついて眠れない夜はあるけど 
苦くて甘い今を生きている 

人生の全てに意味があるから 恐れずにあなたの夢を育てて 
Keep on believing 

負けそうで 泣きそうで 消えてしまいそうな僕は 
誰の言葉を信じ歩けばいいの? 
ああ 负けないで 泣かないで 消えてしまいそうな时は 
自分の声を信じ歩けばいいの 
いつの時代も悲しみを避けては通れないけれど 
笑顔を見せて 今を生きていこう 
今を生きていこう 

拝啓 この手纸読んでいるあなたが 
幸せな事を願います

敬啟者 此刻讀著這封信的你 現在在哪裡做些什麼呢?

十五歲的我 有著無法向任何人訴說的煩惱

但如果是寫給未來的自己的信的話
想必一定能坦率的說出口吧

此刻 快要認輸 快要掉下淚來 彷彿下一秒就要消失的我
該相信誰的話繼續往前走呢?
只有一顆的心 不斷的破碎崩壞
充滿在痛苦中
我活在這樣的當下

敬啟者 謝謝你的信 我也有話想告訴十五歲的你
自己究竟是誰 該朝何處前進 相信只要不斷追問就能找到答案

波瀾萬丈的青春之海雖然險惡
但先將夢之舟朝明日的岸邊前進吧

此刻 不要放棄 不要流淚 彷彿下一秒就要消失的時候
只要相信自己的聲音 昂首闊步向前走就好
大人的我 也曾有過受了傷 而難以成眠的夜晚
甜的人生 活在這樣的當下

人生的一切都有意義 所以不要害怕讓你的夢想成長茁壯
Keep on believing

快要認輸 快要掉下淚來 彷彿下一秒就要消失的我
該相信誰的話繼續往前走呢?
啊 不要放棄 不要流淚 彷彿下一秒就要消失之時
只要相信自己的聲音 昂首闊步向前走就好
不論在什麼時代 面對悲傷 只會逃避的話是行不通的
展露笑容 努力活下去吧
努力活下去吧

敬啟者 我祈禱現在
讀著這封信的你 能過得幸福

中譯取自: http://blog.roodo.com/ruke/archives/8012437.html

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一直以來,我都覺得小新是爆笑無聊的動畫,但這齣劇場版徹底地改變了我的看法......
更因此去找回所有的小新來看。
原來是這樣地有意思,我終於明白為什麼小新可以不分年齡地受歡迎了,也理解到為什麼看小新的大部份都是有家室的大人。

故事開始,廣志爸爸得到公司的獎賞可以一家大小去沖繩旅行。



美冴其實挺溫柔的嘛~


怪鐵餅出現!!


用屁屁來拋鐵餅嗎


憑狗狗的直覺,小白知道那並不是一個尋常的東西......



小白是為了救小新才被怪鐵餅纏上的。



那東西是屁屁外星人的炸彈來的。


而且還脫不下來......



野原一家好幸福。
只要大家一起,天天也是GOOD DAY~


沖繩特別版?!!!!!!


回家後,有個什麼UNIT的人告訴野原一家,小白屁屁上的東西是個呎以毀滅地球的炸彈......


其實這個組織也很理性的,他們嘗試幫小白拿下炸彈,可惜...



他們希望野原一家把小白交給他們......


這種時候,還有心情......
廣志和美冴想到把小白交給他們......



炸彈忽然有反應,UNIT們走了,廣志爸爸說其實我們都沒有辦法,可能交給人家處理會好一點吧?
小新知道若然交給對方,小白便永遠都不會回來了......



小新決定帶小白走!



逃跑的時候,春日部防衛隊出動!!

大家坐在一起商討該怎樣做。
忽然...
另一個對炸彈虎視眈眈的組織又出現想搶小白。 


大家一起幫小新和小白逃跑!




從前常常以為風間不喜歡小新的,但看到這幕,其實風間挺夠朋友的!




由大街到冷巷,小新努力地帶著小白逃跑。








跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~跑丫~



以一個幼稚生來說,小新的體力算不錯了。
可是,已經跑了很久,小新開始累了。




小白這些舉動令人好窩心~
我是小新也不會想把小白交給UNTI的人。


小新這樣說,感覺更加慘......


因為鞋子跑丟了的緣故,留下線索被發現了!!


這個猩猩叔叔的樣子好變態......


繼續逃丫~!!


小白好像有些心事......

以下我絕對認為是全片的重點鏡頭:









就是這幕加上配樂,我淚崩了......
夜櫻好美,櫻花的生命是短暫而燦爛的,想起小白在野原家待的時間,真的要因為拯救全人類而和小新永別嗎?
拯救全人類有什麼了不起,小白最喜歡的是和野原一家在一起嘛!
可是,找不到解決方法的話,小白最喜歡的野原一家也會死的呀!

小新只想小白活下去。 

這一刻的小新,真的好男子漢......

看著他的背影,有種說不出的哀慟。

他哭,除了因為不想和小白分開,還有就是:其實他自己也不知道該怎樣做。
帶小白逃走只是直覺告訴他應該這樣做吧?
不停的走呀、走呀,可是之後呢?該怎麼辦呢?
我們別忘了小新只是一個5歲的幼稚園生呀...... 


爸爸媽媽最擔心的還是小新......



終於要行這一步了嗎?
其實我覺得今次故事鋪陳挺好的,一步一步來,但那個屁屁外星人何時再出現呢?



一人一狗跑到一個看似安全的橋底下。

小新肚子餓了,從褲袋裡拿出一條旺旺似的零食。

但他是分兩半的,第一份是先給小白。

小新其實是個很有人情味的孩子。









小白看到小新為了自己東奔西跑,又餓又累的,心裡很難過。








小新真很累了。

小白想起和小新之間一直以來的相處點滴。


小新高興的朝小白跑過來,手握很好吃的腸仔。





但小新......


小白想起來,是有一點惱的。


可是,牠馬上又原諒小新了。 


想起和小新一起去公園玩拋飛碟。





小新最後卻跑去撩路過的大姐姐......


小白有時真的為這個主人有點無奈。

最後這個是最溫馨的


小新抱著小白一起在小白的狗狗屋裡睡著。


小白想到這些以前一起生活的種種回憶......


可是,若小新再這樣子和自己一起奔波,小新一定會感冒的。
自己以前是流浪狗,所以沒問題,但小新是人炊的呀,和自己的體質並不一樣。



小新這樣為自己,很感動。
可是...可是...


你看這傢伙,手上唯一僅有的食物也不敢吃太多,餓了就只用啜,完全是準備了要逃一段日子吧?


小新累的已經撐不下去了......


這時,被發現了。




為了小新的身體,小白決定自動投案。


「別了,小新。」
我最可愛又頑皮的主人,以後要聽爸爸媽媽話呀...

不說再見,是因為不知道會否真的再見,不敢隨便的下約定。
若沒法實現的話就是騙人了吧? 


小白自己行出去......


UNTI的叔叔好像做了壞人似的,其實他只是執行任務罷了。
而且他的任務是保障全地球的人的生命呀! 


經過一晚的操勞及大雨,體力不支的小新被送去了醫療室。
UNTI的人其實挺友善的吧?




美冴替小新蓋被子這個動作很溫柔。










我好喜歡這句對白呀!!


美冴媽媽!
讓孩子做自己做好的決定。



無論孩子做什麼,只要是不傷害自己的,做媽媽都應該支持。
也難得小新這孩子自己堅持,也許現在沒有辦法,但不能就這樣看著和自己一直生活在一起、和大家培養了很多感情的小白就這樣被無辜傷害吧?

爸爸也決定支持小新的行動了。
廣志爸爸是理性的,既然大家都沒法解決炸彈的問題,送給專業人士來處理是最好不過的吧?
可是,被小新和美冴的決心打敗了。 


連小葵也比”GOOD”爸爸呢~


野原一家出動了!


小新用奇怪的方法替小白解開了炸彈,趁火箭升上太空前,合力弄開艙門跳下火箭。



怪劇團終於起作用了,原來是要借手機和在地面的爸爸通訊。



隨火箭升空,本以為什麼也沒了。
卻突然傳來熟識的講話方式......
知道親愛的兒子逃過一劫,廣志爸爸在聽到小新的聲音,也感動得哭了。




這傢伙在半空中還不知道能否平安降落......


居然還有心情自拍...



小新回來了~!!


帶著小白也一起回來了~




爸爸一定會接著你的、一家會全力接著你的!
不管發生什麼事,父母都會把孩子接著。
要是世上多一點這樣的父母,長大後心理不平衡的人一定會少一點,社會也會和諧一點。









人生有時真的不是全部都計劃好就完滿的。
有時候,生命有趣的地方是你永遠不知道下一秒會發生什麼事。
只要在對的時候做應該做的事,不用計劃很多,你也會過的很快樂。 


我也覺得廣志爸爸好型呀!



他們是諷刺社會上某些人吧?
廣東俗語有句:「用個屎忽黎諗野。」
換成普通話(台灣是叫國語的吧?)來意譯的話,就是說屁話吧。


後續~




很有意思的一句話。
怎樣去體會大家是一家人呢?



放一下,我好喜歡這個片尾。
片尾曲是Seamo的《Cry Baby》。






原來,每天帶著小白去散步,回家看到爸爸下班回來,家裡有著媽媽準備好的晚飯......
就是家人之間獨有的幸福。






只要和家人一起快樂地生活,天天都是GOOD DAY~

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*注意,廣東話部份乃吐糟的地方,請不要注意:D

 

標題是否很吸引?你.被.騙.了

嘩哈哈~入正題吧。

 

首先,我愛Tim.Burton。

其次,我是Gothic文化otaku。

 

70年代的考究做得很足,特別是costume和音樂。

最經典的莫過於那年代的rock、pop歌都上場了,好懷舊、好過癮丫!愛死你了Tim.Burton~

見到Alice Copper出場,真是憾動著我身體每一個rocker細胞丫~
我認我是愛music的girl。

 

快點去聽歌吧~
"Nights in White Satin" by The Moody blues

"Top of the World"by the Carpenters

"Youre the First,the Last,My Everything"by Barry White

"Im Sick of You"by Iggy Pop

"Get It On"by T.Rex (細過最鍾意呢首~)

 "Paranoid"by Black Sabbath

"Go All the Way"by the Raspberries(片中由The Killers演繹)

"No More Mr.Nice Guy"by Alice Copper

"Ballad of Dwight Fry"by Alice Copper

 

記憶中就那麼多~
好了,我是89年的,但我超喜歡舊時代的音樂。

現在很少有歌曲能深深的烙在我心了,近期的supercell(日本)和One Night Only(英倫)也不太近期了。

很想尋回當初聽到《曉之車》那份震撼和感動~

其實舊野先好丫~

 

請開著音樂再回來看文章~

 

這故事是改篇自60年代的同名電視劇,Tim.Burton、Johnny Depp小時候都超愛看的。
只是故事完了才進入70年代,所以這次的電影版選在故事完結後的1972年是為了致敬?


 

以下內容嚴重劇透,不入場看的請給我買碟回家看!!

一開始,當我看到那《魔剩理髮師》的景象,我笑了,因為總覺得這裡會有個梗。
誰知,真的!!
還給我這種梗:一個蘿莉女僕看上一個清秀的正太少爺。
媽的!未開場,就搞到人地D麻甩根性出哂黎//>w<//

點睇落去丫?我好害羞

 

小少爺的開場白,疑似故事大綱,這一點是有所期待的。(真像初戀少女的心態,哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈~)

血濃於水的咀咒嗎?
是由於血緣關係而被受牽連?
還是一個家族合力對抗咀咒的故事?

 

Bamnabas(小少爺)的父親是英國貴族Collins家族,被派去美國開荒,即18世紀英國的經濟殖民?我沒有唸歷史科,有沒有高手可補完?

隨著日子,Collins家族決定在美國落地生根,他們把一個近海的小鎮打造成一個經濟繁榮的漁港。Angelique Bouchard(蘿莉小女僕)並沒有忘記一見鍾情的少爺,長大成人後更用美色想迷惑Bamnabas,可惜Bamnabas在那時候就找到他愛的人......

Angelique用巫術,把Bamnabas身邊的一切一一擁毀:她殺了他的雙親、迷惑他的愛人去跳崖,更把Bamnabas咀咒使他變成吸血鬼......之後更煽動鎮民把Bamnabas鎖在一個棺材深埋地下。

兩個世紀後,一次的地盤施工,Bamnabas被意外釋放出來。

他回到去Collins莊園,發覺原來Collins家族已風光不再,一切仍是Angelique女巫的「傑作」。

 

Bamnabas決定留在Collins家重整一切。
好像日本漫畫的熱血橋段@@

先是把莊園大掃除及裝修再請多點人回來打理莊園,再來就是整理Collins家於鎮上的貸倉,變成魚罐頭廠。
業務尚算不錯,Angelique女巫卻不欲放過Bamnabas。
她始終仍對得到Bamnabas的愛充滿希望。

電影中有句對白讓我很深刻的是:

「如果是恨就早把你殺掉了,還留一命,最大的原因是因為愛吧?」

「你不是愛我,你只是想擁有我。」

Angelique這女人是因愛成恨的極端例子,變態且狂暴。

花時間把Bamnabas變成吸血鬼、還待在鎮上努力令Bamnabas家道中落。

到底要多大的執著才推動到她持續200多年?(實際上196年)

真的很恐怖,因為自己得不到於是弄到對方生不如死來取樂。

此女子心中根本沒有愛吧?

從她認為可憑肉體可奪取Bamnabas的愛就知道了,她很聰明,可是思考層面只停留在肉慾和物質上,精神層面上的事她都不明白。

 

Bamnabas去求她把他變回人以及最後的心碎,有一絲絲感覺她其實挺可悲的。
她很想Bamnabas愛她、和她一起。

可是到頭來,只是換來Bamnabas對她的不屑和討厭。

看著Bamnabas始終是會愛上其他的人、永遠都不會和自己一起的事實,她還是很執迷不悟的想要控制這一切。

這世上最心痛的事莫過於是被自己所愛的人討厭吧?

Eva Green的一笑一顰和舉手投足,真的沒有人比她更適合Angelique這角色。用俏臀來掃琴、躺在沙發上對著Bamnabas張開雙腿,三分姣七索,好性感好搞笑~

還有打算再一次用肉體來勾引Bamnabas,除了Eva Green的演繹,Johnny Depp的反應也很棒,特別是那個Oh...的表情。

不過,Angelique對波真係圓得好唔自然,就算戴push up、魔術bra都冇可能整到咁圓!!(你究竟係睇戲定研究人地個波?)

 

主線是女巫和吸血鬼的你追我逐,副線則圍繞著Collins家的每一個成員:

 

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard(Michelle Pfeiffer)

強悍但消極的女主人,Collins家現任當家

 

Carolyn Stoddard

叛逆,不關心家裡狀況,時刻想逃出Collins莊園、常用音樂把自己和家人隔絕,Elizabeth的女兒。

這女生說出了大部份當女兒或是家中老大的人的心聲。
「每個人都剩係關心David,冇人理我感受。」

所以她索性不和家裡的任何人接觸。

 

Roger Collins

不務正業、不關心家人、貪心,Elizabeth的弟弟。得知Elizabeth的房間有地下通道而窺視裡面的財寶,寧願收下Bamnabas一筆錢拋下兒子遠走高飛。無情無義的父母代表,電影中對各角色的「異於常人」都有解釋,唯獨對這傢伙是沒有的,到底是這個人天生貪心且寡情薄倖?

 

David Collins(Gulliver McGrath)

Collins家最小的孩子,自母親死後便一直看到平常人看不到的東西,他會向家人說自己看到的事,但沒有信他講的事,只是認為他是因為想再見死去的母親而編出來的謊話,但其實大家都關心他、愛他。

 

Willie Loomis

Collins家的管家,Collins家沒有再請其他下人,只剩下他還在服侍Collins家。

 

Dr.Julia Hoffman(Helena Bonham Carter)

Elizabeth為David請回來的心理醫生,經常喝酒,和Collins家的古怪有說不出的合襯。用催眠發現了Bamnabas的秘密,後來因貪圖想得到Bamnabas永生的血液而騙Bamnabas換入人類的血液,看看可不可以藉此回復成人。

 

這個現代的Collins家就像他們的家道中落,屋子裡的每個人都互相看對方不順眼。一方面因為經濟問題,另一方面也因為各人的自我:大家都只待在自己的房間裡(反正屋子那麼大),都不出來交流一下或是關心對方今天立過的怎樣了,只是名義上的一家人。Bamnabas的出現,他們和家裡每個人幾乎都有溝通的時間,漸漸團結了大家。可惜也許今次Tim.Burton太貪心了,他有很多東西想表達,結果在這個好的意念裡卻只能輕描淡寫,入骨不入肉,觀眾會明他的意思但缺乏表達出來的畫面。

 

到底Angelique女巫下的咀咒可怕還是家裡的人不願解決及面對問題可怕?

 

反倒是娛樂性十足,再加上依然華麗的設計,仍然值得到戲院觀賞的。


官網也有很多有趣東西: http://darkshadowsmovie.warnerbros.com/index.html#

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參考: http://harvardmagazine.com/2008/06/the-fringe-benefits-failure-the-importance-imagination

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President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.

The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.

Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.

I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.

These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.

Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.

So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.

I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.

At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.

I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high have you already flown.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.

Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.

So given a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.

Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International’s headquarters in London.

There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.

Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments. Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.

I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.

And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country’s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.

Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.

Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.

And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.

Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.

Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.

Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.

And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.

I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

What is more, those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.

One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.

But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.

If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.

So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.


I wish you all very good lives. Thank you very much.

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超級同意一起畢業的同學會是你人生中最真摰的朋友,長大後出社會真的很難會有人願意與你交心了。
所以還在學的你,請盡量和同學建立美好的關係:〕

有點意外的是竟然會有人把想像力和同理心連結在一起!!
完全是我最近在問的問題嘛~

繼雨果和手塚治虫之後也再次印證了一個偉大的小說家是要有顆悲天憫人、拘摟同抱的心。
想寫出流芳百世的小說,首先明白何為感動及如何進入人的心吧~
多留意並體恤別人的痛苦能造就溫柔的心:〕 

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Talk all the talk with a poet's style

Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Buy only wives and the classic cars
Live like a saviour, live like the stars
Talk all the talk with a model's smile
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Buy all your highs and the classic cars
Die on the front page, just like the stars

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
It's our world
the picture-book girls
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
Don't you ask me if it's love my dear
Love don't really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it

Pace all the rooms with a jealous style
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Paint all your soul with the grand designs
Reach like a saviour, your heart on the line
Talk all the talk with a model's smile
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child

Buy all your highs and the classic cars
Die on the front page, just like the stars

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
It's our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
Don't you ask me if it's love my dear
Love don't really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
It's our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
It's our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it

Don't you ask me if it's love my dear
Love don't really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it

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George和Emma是相識於Burberry的廣告系列,二人的戀事成為一時佳話,畢竟都是有氣質的音樂人和演員。
這個MV就是George請Emma去拍的。
仿照迪士尼的經典動畫《小姐與流氓》。
Emma演的是一個富貴人家的小姐,一個人在街頭迷茫地遊盪,直至遇上George。
George帶她去做一些她從來沒有想過的事情......

歌詞也挺有意思的,也許我們這代人都會有這種感覺吧?
”Say You Don't Want It”!!

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這個廣告好美丫~
藍天白雲、陽光海灘與比堅尼,青春無敵。 

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夏天,總覺得角質變多了。
好貴的一支,但好香好喜歡。

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一口氣把爽膚水、精華素、日夜霜買下來,就是要白!!
我不能不白啦,白不了我就不行了!!
「無論如何,也要極致的、像雪一樣的肌膚。」
這就是我的美白宣言。

自小就努力鑽研美白之道,忽略了保濕的重要,結果就真的是白了,但臉上的毛孔卻越來越大......
而且臉上的斑也沒有減退呢...
抱著嘗試的心態去亂碰一番,想不到找到了好東西~

真的很保濕又達到我想要的效果。
而且重點的去黃!!
亞洲人本來的膚色其實偏黃的,除了去斑、防曬,去黃是我新接觸到的技術。
科技實在太棒了~

Caudalie的品牌故事:

法國天然護膚品牌CAUDALIE歐緹麗於1993年由Mathilde和Bertrand Thomas夫婦創辦,以天然成分、卓越配方及顯著的功效而遠近馳名,品牌創立15年 以來深受世界各地的愛用者喜愛。
由於創辦人Mathilde和Bertrand Thomas夫婦對於葡萄的深切執著,研發過程使 用了葡萄各種不同的部位,萃取出精純有效的成分,最終研製成CAUDALIE產品。 也因此創辦人以「葡萄」作為貫穿整個品牌創作概念的靈魂,並以紅酒餘韻的 測量單位「CAUDALIE」來為品牌命名。
1995年我與我的丈夫Bertrand創立了品牌Caudalie歐提麗,因為我相信可過 純天然的成分研發出一種獨一無二、質地細膩並具有顯著功效的美容護膚產品。 而我最主要的靈感來源正是來自於我們家族在法國西南部,波爾多地區所經營的 葡萄園,同時這也是促使我實現夢想的原動力。
15年來,我們持續的葡萄研究領域的世界級專家-波爾多植物醫藥學院(la Faculte de Bordeaux)的Vercauteren博士合作,企圖研發出可以延緩老化 的天然產品。憑藉著不斷的創新研究,以及愛用者的口耳相傳 成功的讓Caudalie歐提麗成為法國抗老化護膚產品中的領導品牌, 也深受全球消費者的喜愛。
Caudalie歐緹麗未來將致力於研發天然、環保又可生物分解的成分,並廣大地運用在產品之中。我們的產品絕不進行動物性實驗 同時也會要求供應商跟進。在嚴守這項道德標準(Cosm’ethique)的原則之下,Caudalie歐緹麗的產品也絕不含任何動物性成分 或是羥基苯甲酸脂類防腐劑、苯氧基乙醇、?酸鹽、礦物油、人工色素和月桂醇醚硫酸鈉等化學成分。

1993年,當Caudalie企業的創辦者瑪席德與貝朗特、湯瑪斯於還在自家經營的莊園採收葡萄時,他們偶然認識了一位波爾多大學製藥學系的教授。他們以極大的興趣聽取了這位教授他在植物製藥方面的研究,據教授所言,由葡萄葉與葡萄內萃取出的多酚具有高效能的抗氧化功效,由於這位教授是那麼雀躍鼓舞地以極大的興奮之情將葡萄內所蘊含的多酚描述為讓皮膚回復年輕美麗的青春之源,因此教授所告知的這項資訊深深吸引了湯瑪斯夫婦,為此緣由他們創辦了Caudalie企業。藉由不斷地努力研究他們成功地將葡萄中所蘊含的高效能抗皺元素與抗氧化精華萃取出來,並經由申請專利的過程確立其詳細成分名稱。

1 Caudalie = 葡萄酒的專業單位,來衡量酒香在嘴裏留存的時間
CAUDALIE歐緹麗是法語名詞,發因為[KODALI](葡萄酒行業術語),用來測量酒的單位
即在品嘗葡萄酒之後,酒味餘香停留在味蕾的時間。持續一秒相當於一個CAUDALIE。
酒味愈濃,它所含的CAUDALIE數值也愈大,代表葡萄酒品質更加醇厚。
葡萄花的花期在每年的六月份,只能維持短短幾天的時間,被稱為“La Fete de la Fleur”。
花期過後110天,便進入葡萄的秋天豐收季節。此時田園中散發濃郁甜美的葡萄花香融合了紅胡椒、蜜瓜及白玫瑰的清香。
所有產品皆不含防腐劑(parabens)及苯氧基乙醇(phenoxyethanol)
不在動物身上測試成品 ,不含動物性成分 ,無添加礦物油(會導致皮膚毛孔阻塞)
無添加人工色素、聚氧乙烯烷基硫酸鈉(SLS) 全球獨家專利

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