Monday, September 07, 2009

虎紋陳媽媽教作饅頭跟烙餅

我娘一直跟我說她跟某女星的媽媽這陣子常一起做菜。我就問是做什麼?

小麥麵粉三杯白麵粉一杯 共四杯麵粉 六小匙發粉 一小塊安佳奶油 五分之四杯鮮奶 我會加龍眼乾 和一和 揉勻放好等它發 也就是變大了 切塊等水開了蒸15分鐘就可食 這是饅頭做法

烙餅的皮跟饅頭的做法一樣 只是南瓜餡 將南瓜去皮蒸熟 去水分 放進鍋子裡加安佳奶油一塊一些糖加熱炒一炒 炒勻了等涼了麵皮趕好包一包 放進平底鍋烙烤不加油焦黃就翻面 熟了就可食 簡單的很 試試看

我保留我娘沒有注音符號的版本,因為超有媽媽念念念的風格。
我笑到哭出來是“揉勻放好等它發 也就是變大了“。我有這麼笨嗎?

Friday, March 06, 2009

童。少女。妻。母親。

而身為人的那個部分在哪裡?

為了調整倫敦跟紐約之間五個小時的時差,我努力保持清醒看The Dutchess。看完之後,卻輾轉不能眠,這種以古裝為背景的片子,常常最叫我激動的就是古人的枷鎖到今天都還套在現代人身上。

電影的主打廣告說它寫的是Georgiana Cavendish, the Duchess of Devonshire,說這位dutchess乃是黛安娜王妃的祖先,近兩百年的差距,卻分享類似的婚姻感情事件與經驗,諸如此類的行銷用語。今天沒有要賣電影,我要賣的是女人,賣一個關於看女人以及女人被看的觀點。大多數背著子宮的雌性動物應該就是在求偶季節打開腿,等待授精之後擠出脆弱不完全成熟的下一代,然後再花大半輩子照顧他們,當然有例外,很少。在東方,從小就被教導或被歷史故事嚇的半死,半知不解卻誠惶誠恐的好像應該要很珍惜自己生做現代女性,以前女人不值錢,像我的祖母生太多女兒就被看扁虐待。近年我到了西方歐洲國家,讀了一些英國的電影、影像文學,這島國的先人也搞一樣的戲碼,從最著名的亨利八世到我現在提的公爵夫人的老公,只差沒把女兒取名做"招弟"之外,能施的暴都施了。

吹開掩蓋歷史的灰看性,全是政治的操弄,中外皆然。生到女兒好像餵豬一樣,做再多的努力撫養她都是為了等把她賣掉的那一天,然後再來算大把大把的利益、交換條件。我看到片中間,當她自以為犧牲婚姻可以換取自己跟愛人的幸福,我實在覺得她傻,像公爵說的,他可以呼風喚雨,憑什麼要接受兩性平等的交換?公爵夫人不捨孩子還是離開愛人回家,公爵對她說,如你母親所言:"common decency before personal gratification",她稱此為"imprisoned in my own house"。我就想到維吉尼亞吳爾夫的A room of her own,不是說要真的有一個自己房間(當然那是第一步),而是自己的空間、自主的權力。

我覺得生作現代女性,幸運在於我們有教育以及工作機會、社會福利拉近些兩性不平等,當然世界上還有很多地方仍是女人煉獄,但我的朋友中有好多人為了平等在奮鬥,我在紐約逛書店時有一個突發奇想,我要寫性教育書來改變這世界,給無知純真小朋友看的、給發育青少年女看的、
給長大了卻還不知道自己在幹什麼的大人看的、最終希望有一天可以寫給老人看的。要在性靈成長,沒有太遲的一天、太晚的開始。藉此,利用最好的行銷包裝--性,扭轉常理中誤導眾生的觀念,啟發分享更美好的經驗、價值觀。如果歷史的其一價值是教導我們不要潮重蹈覆轍,那我在痛恨The Tudors影集之後(但演員太帥!!),在The Dutchess裡學到的一課是,每個人都有自己的位置跟責任,但是再那之外,我們都要享有自主空間做人。

Saturday, January 31, 2009

It's between women, mothers and daughters.

有一些旅程是這樣的,不經意的、沒有刻意安排、不知道會發生。但是宇宙運行有其一套,很多時候很奧秘,只能在事後恍然大悟、感嘆巧合。

我知道很扯。但是我願意相信那一朵代表最高純淨完美的白蓮花來自我生平從未謀面的親人,那是我收到過最特別的禮物,因為我沒有真的收到,卻也好開心收到了。母親對女兒來說是很特別重要的角色,女兒對母親來說更帶有複雜的情節,但手心手背都是肉(注意:有厚薄之分啊!)。當有一天,遠去的親人透過送信人傳來一些寶貴的留言,對我來說,這看不見摸不著的訊息,像是原子彈炸碎了禁錮、震撼原有的信仰,於是散開了繚繞的迷霧、繼續為完的使命與旅程。路況不佳就要繞道,廣播都說此路不通了,原定的行程就要見風轉舵。

我不知道我以後會有一個怎麼樣的女兒,我知道我有怎樣的媽媽,我媽媽知道她有怎樣的媽媽。我想,我的女兒會跟我很像,如同我跟我媽媽很像,我媽媽跟她媽媽很像。

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Jealousy is a bitch

我個人覺得忌妒是一種很特別而且美妙的滋味。大多數的時候,忌妒被貼上負面標籤因為人們通常都用負面的情緒或手段去處理忌妒,但仔細想想,為什麼會忌妒?因為很在乎,因為發現自己某一部分不滿足。我發現我常常被忌妒,比方說因為跟某個男生太好,所以被喜歡他的女生們忌妒。

過去這幾年來的課題是空白的感情,既是空白,怎又成課題?我常常被人問,你沒有男朋友嗎?我很害羞的說沒有,因為我遇不到。大家都吃驚的大呼不可能,我跟著解釋,我要用肉體吸引人很簡單,但是真正可以承受我靈魂重量的人沒有。頭很痛。我一直想要養成開放式的關係,但對一般人來說,開放式是拋棄式,還不見得會回收。我認真對待我的每一個情人,不管有沒有真的做到,我心裡是這麼期望自己。事與願違,情人們不見得懂我的苦心。我收到的回應,有多半是說我太難捉摸,不管是個性或是我的旅行計畫,男生在追女生,追不上她行程,他們自然覺得追不上這個女生。於是我演化出這個願景,像波娃與沙特那樣可以廝守一輩子卻沒有疆界與束縛的關係。他說,「如果我們擁有整個世界,那麼有什麼必要非得共同生活在一個屋簷下不可呢?」她說,「我們不發誓永遠忠誠,但我們的確同意延遲任何分手的可能性,直到我們相識永遠。」

波娃死後也被批判,說是無恥。勾引女學生再轉借給沙特,我想辯白:沒有誰逼誰,勾引只是一種誘惑的手段,沒有用刀壓著女學生的脖子逼她跟他上床,不能賴給不遵守世俗常規的番癲娃,我解讀這批判是一種忌妒,別人做到的,你做不到,不代表它就是錯的、不該被接受的。我的信仰一直在這樣的情境下被挑戰,或說我不斷去挑戰他人的信仰。我一直讓很多人頭疼,我想要高攀波娃,像她讓其他人頭疼一樣。

我想要從忌妒中解放,我認為我自己已經準備好了,不敢說自己是一個波娃,但我卻在等待另一個從忌妒中被解放的現代沙特。

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

逝水年華

今年的最後一天了。

長大之後,第一次感到無比的想家。十五歲剛剛被外放住宿念高中,那時覺得這是一種恩賜,我有零用錢,沒有跟父母親住在一起,我可以決定今晚要吃什麼,但是我也必須要自己洗內褲(遙想當年LISA會用熨斗幫我把內褲都燙平,公主般的待遇不復啊)。今年二十五歲,經歷過外放台中市三年、台北市五年,加上自己的吉普賽生活從十九歲開始走跳世界,現在我走到哪裡都想家。

好像好玩的已經玩完了,當然還有很多事情還沒有玩夠/過,但我今年年底所有的耐心、精氣、心思全部被工作吞食去了。我愛這份工作,很大的原因是我有一個番癲識才的老闆,加上這工作給我的機動性,我很開心自己完全投入這個職位。但是我也沒有心思去想我的博士學位,當工作的ㄧ切細節都是快速發生,臨場反應跟立即應對,我有困難把自己投回那個需要慢慢磨的研究計畫,再說,大家都說我念的博士學位很酷,其實不然,因為我一開始也覺得超酷,但當我往下挖,往內往外挖,才知道我把自己丟到一個很深的學海,然後自己只會游抬頭蛙。

我連出門去交際都懶,我的朋友們也到了一定的歲數,一半的人因為工作或生活佔掉太多力氣,所以也不會去交際了;另一半的人則是因為不得志,反而對生活感到生厭無趣。哪一種比較悲哀?我也說不出來。我雖然有抱怨,但是我想今年的成績單是不錯的。我念完一個碩士學位,我把以前壞老闆電慘,我開始跟對的人工作,我很傻的開始念博士學位。以前小時後,被五萬個老師家人們說教,總是說,讀書好、快去念最好的學校、念到沒有學位可以念為止。我身為叛逆期的少女一是驕傲,妳們都沒念到我念的好學校憑什麼跟我說教?另一是家人們從來沒有給我一個滿意的解釋,為什麼我要念這麼多書考這麼多試?現下我懂了,當然還是靠自己摸索出來的,我以後生女兒也要給她念很多書,外加學很多語言,但是我會讓她知道,讀那麼多死書到底是為什麼?上學的真諦到底在那裡?這樣她就不會在明星女高校一直翹課去看電影,上大學時一心等放假出國去流浪,真的到國外念書時卻開始搞做生意。

我想生到怪女兒是一種意外吧。我可能自我感覺過度良好,使我一心想在未來也搞一個我自己的小人版,當然,遵循我母親的家族慣例,含納相異的文化與族群,與希特勒相反,我要混最遠的血統,單一性是我這輩子最討東西,boring。二十五歲是一個奇怪的年紀,好像有點老了但卻還是年輕,我不能再隨便不負責任(雖然我一直都是負責任模範生),但我已經感受到年紀的重力,它把我拉向一個更踏實的核心,該玩得差不多都玩了,能搞砸的也都搞砸過了,我與生俱來的第一名優越感跟得失心讓我步上今天的位置,我早知道我已經不在活在安全網裡面,很多時候我努力付出,不會修成正果,人生常常是很大的玩笑,有時還會讓我笑不出來。但是哭一哭,我還有打不死的樂觀精神,雖然是唱戲般的叫苦連天,但我其實只是想要跟人撒嬌。這是一輩子不能戒除的惡習,我好喜歡當一個drama queen,born a drama queen。

我沒什麼感謝辭或是大願望,我只希望我有一點好運,我付出的會有回收,這樣下一年,才可以開始揮霍,揮霍金錢、揮霍情感、揮霍人生。

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Si, Mi Amor.

毛毛。真正叫她作毛的原因是她是Amor,不是因為她長了很多毛。

從大學同班四年到畢業還合租公寓一年,我想我們真正開始很靠近是在木柵那老房子裡,我總在下班後去毛毛房間耍賴,跟她討論要怎麼考英文考試還有申請學校,分享約會心得還有接觸過的電影表演書籍音樂。我那時已經開始做小東西餵她吃,泡茶教她生活可以有很多享受跟樂趣。後來我離開台北一年,返鄉讓父母孝敬,我們幾乎沒有見面一整年,直到她說她要去倫敦,我剛好早到幾天,她要來擠我的單人床,要來跟我相依為命在異鄉。我記得她說她感到很安心當她知道我放棄紐約轉戰倫敦,我也很開心在那一年的碩士學位課程裡,我會有一個好朋友來自過去。

那一年我開始當娘,是沒有帶傳統媽媽抱怨的、反之開心滿足於付出的老娘。我練習各樣料理,我只想用好吃的菜騙阿毛來陪我看HOUSE或是LITTLE BRITIAN。我雖然常常抱怨她要拍好多照,但其實心裡是愉快的,她這麼珍惜我的付出,從準備、烹調到擺盤,挑選搭配的飲料或甜點,早起煮豐盛的brunch還要搭配新鮮果泥,我用我的堅持灌溉毛毛,後來我們一邊吃飯一邊討論世局,切磋學業,互相漏氣跟打氣,關心我們彼此在倫敦孤苦無依的生活。我半威脅半請求,希望毛毛可以回倫敦陪我念博士學位,我知道真正的朋友有多少,我知道可以煮飯給心愛的人吃有多珍貴。

毛毛是一個奇怪的女孩,她有很跳的熱力跟不被侷限的想像,我常常被她的提議或想法打敗,我以為我已經是瘋癲,她卻是另一種痴狂,可愛的癡狂。我從認識毛毛到今天,對她最佩服的是她的堅忍,後來被我調侃作老大性格。毛毛以前在大學可以一個人六點爬起來趕公車為了一個在很遠的展覽,堅持去上每一堂托福課程儘管來回要各一小時,努力踏實的讀書累積經驗,與我的捷徑式smartass橋段完全相反。她的堅忍完全是我這種死皮賴臉老么性格沒有的特質,she has my respect。但後來我強迫她不要作老大,阿信般我不入地獄誰入地獄的精神真的不用天天擺出來讓英國的雨澆到發霉,有時候也該要說不,狠狠甩人巴掌。

我喜歡賴著毛毛,她跟我在一起的時候像是一座湖(當然是綠色的),對我來說,我可以在那裏找到平靜,我可以在那理一葉孤舟緩慢滑行,有時候也可以撲通一聲光溜溜跳下水,她會撐住我的肥腰,讓我仰著凝視天空。我給她我的顏色,她會先慢慢觀查吸收,再慢慢對我注入她的顏色。我記得我曾經對她說過,我只想著自己要吃好穿好玩得開心,她卻一直在關注人文環保社會問題,我常常跟她調侃,出去抗議沒關係,坦克車開出來的時候要快回家,我煮飯等你回來吃。既然老娘沒有那個種跟心力去遊行,我總可以養個小烈士去慷慨激昂地喊聲。如果說我是享樂主義派的浪女,她就是披荊斬棘輩的苦行僧。

說到毛毛的性格,他最大的缺點同時是最大優點是固執,因為固執她完成很多人做不到的事情(苦行僧!),因為固執她也常常吃虧受苦不吭聲,固執到有時候還會跟自己生氣,可愛至極。她跟我一樣有藝術家多愁善感瘋癲無常的感性,不同於我的趕愛敢恨,卻多一分細膩的體貼與關心。我很容易拒人於門外,她卻常常透過門縫告訴我,不能動不動就關門放狗。(雖然我不見得會聽,這也證明我有某一方面的偏執。)我天生就狡詐多謀,我承認我的心魔跟母性一樣強大,可以做壞也可以做好,要做絕也不是問題。毛毛最得我心的一點是她善良,她常常裝壞,但是她的本質是那麼純真的善良,就算有時不免自私,她會以爽朗的態度承認自私的念頭,我想這是一種美德。那股力量使她擁有人群中最搶眼的笑容。

這幾年來我帶她做了一些壞事,當然也做了很多好事。我設想如果我逼迫她去殺人放火,她就會更知道珍惜生命的可貴(喔親愛的,這是隱喻),以致於她會更努力從是她的志業,拯救全人類,保護地球生態,飛向宇宙,浩瀚無垠。我只能說服消費者購買我老闆的百分之百有機產品,藉此支持我個人自私的慾望跟夢想,我也想要給毛毛我的支持,所以她可以完成我有心卻常常無力的使命。

第二年在倫敦,我躲開東區年輕人的活力與頹廢,關在西北邊有錢猶太人社區,我想我是故意要避開以前她住的那個地方,因為有太多回憶。光是看著Penelope裡面的街景,我們兩就手舞足蹈大喊,那是我家巷口,那是旁邊的市集,那是...,那是...,那是毛毛跟我去年的記憶了。

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Everything that I am not.


I haven't seen most of my good friends for a while, and it is the end of another year, time to get sentimental. We all cry out loud for getting older and older when years pass by. But is it the aging what really makes me sad? Or it's the purity that I am losing as time goes by?

Thanks the web and mobile netwroks, I am still in touch with some good friends of mine. I get to miao-miao my sweet girlfriend over google talk when i wake up in the morning. I work with my boss in Provence and clients in Asia through emails. I send text messages to my family in Taiwan with Skype-out. I get worried when the rockstar forgets to reply me on MySpace. And I never get tired to flirt with my gay husband on facebook. Unfortunately I dont have cyber sex with my ex-lover any more, but it was a time to remember, how technology has brought people "together". Amazing the world is connected.

Some friends from Syria have been talking to me, about the gay party held once a year, about the business man I had met during last visit, and the ancient city I was visiting. All these remind me of the girls who invited me to their house, taught me how to cook authentic Allepo cuisine, and in the end threw me a "private party" with all the windows and doors closed, no male company in present. (How disappointing?) Interestingly, that is one thing that I will never forget in my life. Not that I can't dance proper belly dance with my super tiny ass but the ideas of being a girl in the east, west and the middle east are so different and all fun/painful at the same time.

I grew up fighting against great Chinese value of always putting men at the first place. I liberated myself in Europe in the past few years, trying to find a balance between Eastern values and Western thinkings. However, I was very aggressive when I first got to Syria. I couldn't stand the way how women are treated there. I knew every man was curious about me, a foreign young girl dressed up all fancy and walking around as a sex object with no father's or brother's company. My little tour guide told me how the men talked about me in the market. I said let them do the talk. I refuse to be a victim of sexual repression and I would not give in to the patriarchal culture that has ruled the place for thousands of years. (Yet they did give me shit in the airport by just taking me here and there waiting for my visa to be issued while entertaining all the male officers, of cuz only male, at the Custom.)

But then all my beliefs colided there in the middle, middle between the East and the West. When a 19-year-old female student told me she has to go home before 9pm, I told her to stay at the dinner party since she is not living with her family. I told her when I was 19 and lived alone, I had always gone out of my flat at 9pm. Then I went furhter. I condemned the "engagement" before they officially start dating and the family control over the relationship. I kept pushing the buttons. I invaded their peaceful and religious world with my punk attitude and feminism speech. Until this girl told me firmly but not angrily, her family give her the freedom and she wants to follow the rules, her own rules and beliefs. At the moment, I didn't know if I gave in to her unquestionable faith or the strong social convetions that people have been following for centuries. It was overwhelming. I thought my faith was strong, but hers was stronger. Then I couldn't help but wonder, is opening up to the progressive valus a right thing to do for them? What if they only want to stay where they are now/ were in the past? Or digging deeper, the men have done a great job on controlling their women.

A few days later, I got invited to a house party of cooking and dancing. 3 girls planned this for me becuase my good friend, their porfessor at the uni, would like to learn about Syrian cooking. Of course the parents refused a male guest to their house hanging, watching and cooking. To be honet, I didn't want to go at the beginning but Toms kind of pushed me into it. I got sent there by a car, the younger brother of the girls came and picked me up downstairs. I went into the house, found out it is a golden palast inside (typical Syrian style). They taught me carefully and thoroughly. We cooked 2 kinds of rice wraps that night. One is leaf rice wrap sour stew, another is cabbage rice wrap in tomato soup stew. I told the girls to make extra huge wraps for the professors, and of course when the mother saw the big wraps she blushed for the same reason why I asked the girls to do so.

They dragged me to the lounge, shut all the window blinds and kicked the brother to his room. They played the most popular love songs and started to dance. For the first time I realized why men would try their best to hide their daughters. When they are not wearing veils trying to avoid every look in the public, they finally move their young bodies/souls freely to the music. I saw her long dark hair waving in the golden light, flying around the perfect curve of her waist. Behind her delicate hand gestures, her big eyes shine with a very interesting mixture of characters, young innocence and mysterious female charm from the middle east. I was astonished. That moment she blew me away with her nature as an extremely dangeraous virgin, who has no idea about what kind of power she possess or what she is capable of.

The door bell rang. They dashed into the bedroom and put on the veils. They hid. They asked me in whispers if it was a man at the door. I was left alone in the lounge not knowing what to do. It felt like there was a SWAT team came into a brothel and I was the only stupid customer who had no idea where to run. Other amazing facts: one of the girls knelt down and started to pray during the party cuz its time. one of the girl actually doesnt wear veil at all. the mother did put on the full black robe(face-covered) when she was leaving the house. The beautiful dancer wouldn't let me take photos of her because she can't let any men see her face and dance. I did promise her the images will only stay between me and her but soemone stole them from me by pulling a trick on MAC.

I went home practicing my ugly belly dance to Toms on the same night. My dance was a joke and I have had a totally different perspective on them/ the people/ the culture after this private party. One year later, now I think about the girls. I miss them a lot even sometimes we can't communicate because of the language issue or difference of cultural backgrounds and education. But they remind me one thing, they are everything that i am not.