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2012-06-04 Big Fat Hairy Deal
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Big Fat Hairy
Deal
19th
May 2012
The upcoming adaptation on Snow White starring Charlize Theron and Kirsten Stewart reminds me of a painful memory.
**********
During preschool, the teachers took it upon themselves to involve the kids in a productions that involved songs and dance. It was to be presented at the square in the middle where all the classrooms surrounded. In other words, it was going to be legendary.
The story theme that year, was Snow White and the seven dwarfs.
At that point of my life, for some inexplicable reason ( although I imagine if I dug hard enough I would find it), I was quite preoccupied with how my hair looked. My most precious belonging was that of a plastic coconut tree hairpin, of which it was reserved for very special occasions. On the day that they would pick Snow White, I carefully pinned up half of my fringe for the occasion. Half because, some of the fringe would have to fall over my right eye for the right amount of mysterious pretty. (don't judge me, I must have seen it on someone, somewhere)
I looked at the mirror.
I adjusted the pin again and looked at myself again. The tree was not in the right angle to frame my face.
I tried again.
And again.
In fact, I took so long, my mother came in to check on me.
She observed me for a minute and exasperatedly whipped the hairpin from my hand and pinned it on top of my head.
I looked into the mirror.
My fringe, which I had carefully combed (with water to make sure that there were no frizzy ends), now had loops of hair sticking out of my head from the flippant handling. At that tender age, it was a DISASTER.
Needless to say, I started bawling. My mother, looking slightly sheepish, disregarded my obsession and whisked me off to take the school van.
**********
I didn't get the Snow White part.
To put it into perspective, the girl who got the part was a cherubic fair lass with perfect teeth and rosy lips. Her hair was a perfect bowl cut which framed her pretty face. Me? I was then skinny and dark with a missing front tooth. And of course, bad hair.
Did I blame my mother?
Curiously that is one part of my memory that I don't remember. What I do remember however, was that on the big day of the play, I had skipped away "nonchalantly" while it played out.
I do wonder what kind of mother I would be.
Although recounting the memory makes me feel downright ridiculous, (I mean, pinning up HALF OF YOUR FRINGE, somebody please kill me?) I wonder if it wastough love? Or pure flippancy?
During my mother's time, there was probably no such thing as
reading and understanding your child's psyche textbooks that are
flooding the digital bookstores today, readily available on your
latest ipad.
They had so much to take care of; food on the table, difficult jobs, their inadequate salary, mothers, mother in laws, 6am wet markets marketing, school fees, bills. Our fragile egos were probably the last thing on their minds.
And yet, because of all that, it made me the person I am today.
I imagine upon reading this my mother would feel both indignant at my little anecdote and maybe a little guilty for not being patient then. But Mom, from the depths of my heart, I know that you did your VERY BEST. AND I AM GOING TO DO THE SAME FOR MY LITTLE ONE.
:D
The upcoming adaptation on Snow White starring Charlize Theron and Kirsten Stewart reminds me of a painful memory.
**********
During preschool, the teachers took it upon themselves to involve the kids in a productions that involved songs and dance. It was to be presented at the square in the middle where all the classrooms surrounded. In other words, it was going to be legendary.
The story theme that year, was Snow White and the seven dwarfs.
At that point of my life, for some inexplicable reason ( although I imagine if I dug hard enough I would find it), I was quite preoccupied with how my hair looked. My most precious belonging was that of a plastic coconut tree hairpin, of which it was reserved for very special occasions. On the day that they would pick Snow White, I carefully pinned up half of my fringe for the occasion. Half because, some of the fringe would have to fall over my right eye for the right amount of mysterious pretty. (don't judge me, I must have seen it on someone, somewhere)
I looked at the mirror.
I adjusted the pin again and looked at myself again. The tree was not in the right angle to frame my face.
I tried again.
And again.
In fact, I took so long, my mother came in to check on me.
She observed me for a minute and exasperatedly whipped the hairpin from my hand and pinned it on top of my head.
I looked into the mirror.
My fringe, which I had carefully combed (with water to make sure that there were no frizzy ends), now had loops of hair sticking out of my head from the flippant handling. At that tender age, it was a DISASTER.
Needless to say, I started bawling. My mother, looking slightly sheepish, disregarded my obsession and whisked me off to take the school van.
**********
I didn't get the Snow White part.
To put it into perspective, the girl who got the part was a cherubic fair lass with perfect teeth and rosy lips. Her hair was a perfect bowl cut which framed her pretty face. Me? I was then skinny and dark with a missing front tooth. And of course, bad hair.
Did I blame my mother?
Curiously that is one part of my memory that I don't remember. What I do remember however, was that on the big day of the play, I had skipped away "nonchalantly" while it played out.
I do wonder what kind of mother I would be.
Although recounting the memory makes me feel downright ridiculous, (I mean, pinning up HALF OF YOUR FRINGE, somebody please kill me?) I wonder if it was
They had so much to take care of; food on the table, difficult jobs, their inadequate salary, mothers, mother in laws, 6am wet markets marketing, school fees, bills. Our fragile egos were probably the last thing on their minds.
And yet, because of all that, it made me the person I am today.
I imagine upon reading this my mother would feel both indignant at my little anecdote and maybe a little guilty for not being patient then. But Mom, from the depths of my heart, I know that you did your VERY BEST. AND I AM GOING TO DO THE SAME FOR MY LITTLE ONE.
:D
Translation courtesy of joyapple, 翻译师：joyapple 老师
一则由头发引出的故事
2012年5月19日
那部根据《白雪公主》改编的电影即将上映，由Charlize Theron和 Kirsten Stewart 领衔主演。这使我想起一段痛苦的记忆。
**********
上幼儿园的时候，有一次老师们自发组织编排一场由孩子们参与的歌舞表演。表演的地点在位于中心位置的一块方形空地上，四周由教室包围着。也就是说，那将是一场传奇的演出。
那一年的主题是，白雪公主和七个小矮人。
在那个阶段，出于一些难以解释的原因（不过我想如果我深入发掘，这个原因还是可以找到的），我非常在意我的头发。那时对我来说最珍贵的东西是一个椰子树形的塑料发卡，我一直珍藏着，只有在非常特殊的场合才会戴上它。在老师要选一位同学扮演白雪公主的那天，我认真地用那个发卡把半边刘海别了起来。（之所以只别了一半，是因为这样就会有一些头发正好落在右眼前，让我看起来有些许神秘的美感。不要评判我，我肯定这个发型灵感来自于某某真实真人。）
我照了照镜子。
我调整了一下发卡的位置，再看了下自己。那棵树的角度还是不完美，与我的脸型不和谐。
我再换了个位置。
再调整一下。我应该是用了好长的时间，连我妈都进房间看我在干嘛。
她看了我大概一分钟，然后恼火地把发卡从我手上夺了过去，并把它别在了我头顶。
我看了看镜子里的自己。
我之前仔细打理过的刘海（用水梳过，为了掩饰发梢的毛躁），出现了许多立起来的小圈圈。这团糟对于幼年的我来说，是一场天大的灾难。
当然，我开始痛哭。妈妈当时或许点内疚，但还是没管那么多，把我赶去搭校车。
**********
我始终没有得到白雪公主的角色。
客观的说，那位被选中的白雪公主，长相天真美丽、牙齿整齐、嘴唇红润。西瓜头的发型，正适合她那张漂亮的脸孔。而我呢？那时的我骨瘦如柴、皮肤黑，还缺了一颗大门牙。固然地，头发也很丑。
我有没有怪罪妈妈呢？
奇怪的是，我竟然记不清楚了。可是我记得，在演出那天，我在结束前已经“漠不关心地”溜走了。
现在，我很想知道我会成为一个什么样的母亲。
尽管叙述这段可笑的记忆让，（我指的是把“一半的刘海”别起来这一段，哈哈杀了我吧。）我怀疑当时妈妈的作风到底是一种严厉的爱，还仅仅只是轻率的对待。在妈妈的那个年代，应该没有怎么阅读和理解那些关于孩子心理方面的教材。而这种类别的书，目前在电子书店里随处可见，随时能在你最新的ipad上立即下载。
那些年，他们必须担忧的是：饭桌上的食物，工作的艰辛，他们难以为继的薪水，不只要照顾自己的母亲，还得安顿好婆婆。太阳还没升起就得买好菜，孩子们的早餐，学费，各种账单。那时我们年幼的脆弱的自我意识，也很自然地被推挤到了一边，无暇在意。
然而，却是这般种种，成就了今天的这个我。
我想象着，妈妈读到这里，可能会对我所叙述这桩趣闻而愤愤不平，同时也许会因为那时少了一点点耐心而愧疚。
但是妈妈，在我内心深处，我知道您为了我们已经倾其所有。而我也会像您那样，对待我的宝宝。
:D
*（Note to joy apple: Excellent translation as usual! I have omitted the footnotes and amended some of the text for better reading. Hope you don't mind! THANK YOU VERY MUCH. <3 )
2012年5月19日
那部根据《白雪公主》改编的电影即将上映，由Charlize Theron和 Kirsten Stewart 领衔主演。这使我想起一段痛苦的记忆。
**********
上幼儿园的时候，有一次老师们自发组织编排一场由孩子们参与的歌舞表演。表演的地点在位于中心位置的一块方形空地上，四周由教室包围着。也就是说，那将是一场传奇的演出。
那一年的主题是，白雪公主和七个小矮人。
在那个阶段，出于一些难以解释的原因（不过我想如果我深入发掘，这个原因还是可以找到的），我非常在意我的头发。那时对我来说最珍贵的东西是一个椰子树形的塑料发卡，我一直珍藏着，只有在非常特殊的场合才会戴上它。在老师要选一位同学扮演白雪公主的那天，我认真地用那个发卡把半边刘海别了起来。（之所以只别了一半，是因为这样就会有一些头发正好落在右眼前，让我看起来有些许神秘的美感。不要评判我，我肯定这个发型灵感来自于某某真实真人。）
我照了照镜子。
我调整了一下发卡的位置，再看了下自己。那棵树的角度还是不完美，与我的脸型不和谐。
我再换了个位置。
再调整一下。我应该是用了好长的时间，连我妈都进房间看我在干嘛。
她看了我大概一分钟，然后恼火地把发卡从我手上夺了过去，并把它别在了我头顶。
我看了看镜子里的自己。
我之前仔细打理过的刘海（用水梳过，为了掩饰发梢的毛躁），出现了许多立起来的小圈圈。这团糟对于幼年的我来说，是一场天大的灾难。
当然，我开始痛哭。妈妈当时或许点内疚，但还是没管那么多，把我赶去搭校车。
**********
我始终没有得到白雪公主的角色。
客观的说，那位被选中的白雪公主，长相天真美丽、牙齿整齐、嘴唇红润。西瓜头的发型，正适合她那张漂亮的脸孔。而我呢？那时的我骨瘦如柴、皮肤黑，还缺了一颗大门牙。固然地，头发也很丑。
我有没有怪罪妈妈呢？
奇怪的是，我竟然记不清楚了。可是我记得，在演出那天，我在结束前已经“漠不关心地”溜走了。
现在，我很想知道我会成为一个什么样的母亲。
尽管叙述这段可笑的记忆让，（我指的是把“一半的刘海”别起来这一段，哈哈杀了我吧。）我怀疑当时妈妈的作风到底是一种严厉的爱，还仅仅只是轻率的对待。在妈妈的那个年代，应该没有怎么阅读和理解那些关于孩子心理方面的教材。而这种类别的书，目前在电子书店里随处可见，随时能在你最新的ipad上立即下载。
那些年，他们必须担忧的是：饭桌上的食物，工作的艰辛，他们难以为继的薪水，不只要照顾自己的母亲，还得安顿好婆婆。太阳还没升起就得买好菜，孩子们的早餐，学费，各种账单。那时我们年幼的脆弱的自我意识，也很自然地被推挤到了一边，无暇在意。
然而，却是这般种种，成就了今天的这个我。
我想象着，妈妈读到这里，可能会对我所叙述这桩趣闻而愤愤不平，同时也许会因为那时少了一点点耐心而愧疚。
但是妈妈，在我内心深处，我知道您为了我们已经倾其所有。而我也会像您那样，对待我的宝宝。
:D
*（Note to joy apple: Excellent translation as usual! I have omitted the footnotes and amended some of the text for better reading. Hope you don't mind! THANK YOU VERY MUCH. <3 )
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