I was walking home (all the while fearing for the safety of my labtop and portable hard-drive), when the following song kept running in my head. It’s very random. Yet there is nothing random about how much I like the lyrics of this song. I especially like “也許 上天不給我的無論我兩臂怎緊扣 仍然走漏 給我的無論過去我怎失手都會擁有.” My empathy toward this lyrics went so back as far as in year 2000, when I first heard the song. The phrase “也許 被喜歡的女人從自信散發的光線 朦朧或明豔 不太難望見” hits me as so true (from my observations of my friends).
Maybe it just well reflects what I have concluded since last weekend.
感情線上 – 鄭秀文
曲︰黃嘉倩
詞︰林夕
編︰趙增熹／林子揚
一個獨自在發燒 另外那位唇上結冰
負負得正 各取需要 多玄妙
也許 上天不給我的
無論我兩臂怎緊扣 仍然走漏給我的
無論過去我怎失手都會擁有
一個恨浪漫太少 另外那邊期望太多
實現不了 結果將會 多微妙
也許 上天的一對手
移動你與我的分寸 行前或留後這對手
其實正要送我給你不要鬥
＊分叉的感情線 正等我為你蔓延
彼此的感情線 交錯發展
怎麼捨得去剪
＃心在你身邊 就算隱形亦有一天遇見
那些感應 多靈驗
也許 被喜歡的女人
從自信散發的光線
朦朧或明豔 不太難望見
重唱 ＊,＃
分叉的感情線 正等我為你蔓延
彼此的感情線 早佈滿對方雙手
你的感情線 看出我下個十年
分叉的感情線 總會有某天一起發展
等適合時候孤男寡女會連線
深呼吸等適合時候一場交戰
深呼吸等適合時候孤男寡女去連線
深呼吸等適合時候一場交戰
Filed under: Teaching
This quarter I am the TA for Intro to Macro (mostly freshman) and Intermediate Micro (= econ 101a at Berkeley, consists of sophomores and a couple juniors). The difficulty of the second class clearly surpasses the first class, judging from the eagerness that the students of the second class attend office hours. Thus, it also took much, much more time to TA than the first class. But the sense of fulfillment as a teacher is also much much greater. In fact, due to the work for the second class, I have been making the serious mistake of neglecting my own research, which is increasingly leading to disastrous consequences.
However, the reward from teaching is much happiness, when, for example, the following kind of email arrived at my email box one day:
“Hi Anna,
Thank you so much for the explanation. I now understand the
answer.
Thanks, student”
Moreover, it feels quite nice to scribble on the black board with people looking on. Walking to and fro and pointing to the blackboard. It felt strange in my first session, and when one student asks a question which I didn’t expect, my mind went BLANK. However, as the time goes by, I think I am getting used to the process and the enjoyment of doing it is increasing. It feels actually nice to have one hand in my pocket and the other hand holding a chalk.
Thus, the lifelines for my happiness have not been exhausted, in spite of what this Gothic monster sought to achieve otherwise.
FEBRUARY: FOCUS AT THE END-GOAL.
