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1.其中一個補的中四學生，英文數學像一團屎，但仍然自我感覺良好，以為升得上大學。
我很想對他說，以你的成績，出去墊屍底吧。
他的美夢何時才會驚醒？
2.
周日蘋果左丁山的專欄，有馬主寧願放棄拉頭馬的機會，也要和孩子溫習功課。但那些屋村師奶，竟然以為付幾分臭錢，把孩子扔給補習老師就可以！補習應該排解
疑難，不是湊仔！為人家長，最重要是培養孩子自律，比起補習本身重要億倍。假如孩子在考試前尚且玩樂，那就無藥可救了。孩子將來公開考試仆街，家長難辭其
咎。
3.我萬二分慶幸不是在東涌長大。以東涌學校、老師的質素，孩子的前途十分灰暗。東涌學校的弱者固然墊屍底，即使強者，不明白天外有天人外有人，公開試也是凶多吉少。大學學位始終不容易考取，讀不上大學，就改變不了家中環境。
東大特訓班說得好：
考試是目前留存唯一公平的制度。
就算家裡再窮，過去曾墮落、當過不良少年，就算老爸是團屎，
只要考高分，就能進入一流大學，人生就有重來的機會！
但假如把握不了考試，人生重來就很難了。
24歲的青山七惠在《一個人的好天氣》裏施展出來的“獨樹一幟”，竟然是平淡。在日常生活的瑣細中，平淡地表述人性；在人人以為可以渲染激情的 關節處，她仍然拒絕花費筆墨。例如，知壽與兩位男友的結識、分手、情愛，書中寫得極其簡略。這種淡然，感覺像極了冬日的陽光照在身上，綿綿的，卻又抓不住 溫度。
生活繼續著。有些失望，倒也不至於絕望，帶著一點點希望，慢慢走下去。甚至就連“電車載著我，飛速朝有個人等著我的車站駛去。”這般與“快速”相連的詞彙時，我們依舊在感受著生活的不緊不慢。
小說的故事情節呢，大概也可以說是波瀾不驚的。20歲的女孩知壽獨闖東京打工謀生，住在與她母親有遠親關係的一位獨身老嫗——70歲的吟子家。兩個年歲懸殊的女性共同生活的家長裏短；知壽離開故鄉，初涉社會的細微感受和她的生活、工作、戀愛，構成了小說的內容。
走進一條被新時代浪潮遺忘的小巷。再往裏，有一間老屋住著個七十歲的老太太，這間一個人住的屋子有個很特別的地方，那就是墻上挂了一圈貓的照 片，她把它們都叫“徹羅基”。某一天，老太太家來了新房客，儘管兩者沒有直接的血緣關係，卻仍屬遠親。和老人相差五十歲的女孩知壽，來到東京並不是為了什 麼遠大抱負，實際上，她也沒有什麼特長。知壽總是問老人一些奇怪的問題，比如“一輩子的恨是怎麼樣的”，“外面的世界很殘酷吧”，“像我這樣的人是不是會 很快墮落”等等。老人的回答則是慣常的平淡。
就算是戀愛也一樣。當男朋友要和別人在一起，知壽會用棉被矇住腦袋，或者拋棄隱形眼鏡。總之，這個女孩永遠不會歇斯底里。關於愛情的告白，知壽沒有說出的話裏或許還會包括“愛不需要爭搶”在內。
但這並不代表對感情不在乎。相反，一些看似無足輕重的小玩意兒在與愛情，感情發生糾纏。微小，廉價，不僅沒有降低它們的存在價值，反而會讓人有 種莫名的依戀。沒有被主角強調過的情感，異乎尋常地有著強大的生命張力，用常人幸福定義稀釋過的情感也因而成為平淡生活的黏合劑。
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這場收購被譽為香港收購的經典，MBA的教材。
二千年高峰時，電盈的市值曾經比長實或和黃還要大。
李澤楷看透潮流大勢，乘風而來，由無到有，由有到大，鯨吞香港電訊，實在是炒家的偶像。
「有智慧不如趁勢」，李澤楷示範了「趁勢」可以走多遠。
可惜這本書出版得早，沒有講述剖析後來電盈股價的崩潰。
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趁還在香港，多看幾本書。
這篇文是寫在紙上，然後現在打上來的。
五個多小時的顛簸的車程，睡不著覺，天殺的ipod沒有電，和同學沒有話談，沒有機打，難然發呆發足全程？既然如此，不如寫作，現在是上海的第四天，宜回顧。
這次經驗和迎新營一樣，有點無聊，有點反智，有點孤獨，但難能可貴。
其實不應抱怨，千五元，連機票酒店也不止，額外的可以增值最好，保值也沒有關係，即使稍為減值也可以。
同學一味拍照，寧枉勿縱。我只喜歡拍風景照，不是尻拍。我不喜歡擠眉弄眼，不喜歡高舉勝利手勢。
這
行的一大目的是和上海的親戚聚舊，她們對我很好，很疼我，媲美家人。不去探望她們是大逆不道。因為她們，我來過上海幾遍。小時候母親喜歡「擄劫」我來，三
歲時乘港龍，喝橙汁，肚痛。五年前來過一遍，印象已經模糊。同學九成都沒有來過。他們可以去過日本很多遍，去過東南亞，甚至歐洲，就是沒有來過上海。畢
竟，上海不是旅遊城市，要是沒有親愛的親戚，我想我也不會來過。某同學會到上海陸家嘴東亞實習，恨得我牙癢癢。
這團最大的缺點是沒有自由，九成時間都是預先安排，所以我一直煩惱怎樣和親戚相聚。好不容易有一個疑似自由時間，立刻溜走。後來我才發現原來所謂的自由時間都是集體行動，只有我脫隊。
香
港學生就是沒有個性，是但求其。之前上海同學帶我們去遊覽，只有我有主見，想去上海書城，結果把整組人都帶到書城。以三十六元買了二月河的「胡雪巖」，超
值。我說我喜歡看書，上海同學慨嘆現今少見。和她們說起韓寒，很喜歡「三重門」，其他不怎樣。隨便幾句話，竟然以為我很有研究。我以為只有香港的大學生是
這樣，原來在中國也雖不中，亦不遠矣。
和親戚談天，她們勉勵我要多交朋友，更外向一點，更獨立。這些平時母親對我的疲勞轟炸，那刻竟然受落。同樣地，財大那邊的派對，因為時間關係被迫提早結束，我覺得是糟蹋別人的一番心血，但大學的迎新營，我有衝動叫他們柒少陣當幫忙。看來是枳過江變橘。
這團沒有熟人，好像有點格格不入。但我不以為忤，當是一個人旅行，但享受團體的待遇。
重頭戲是參觀上海證交所，但被對方「彈弓手」拒絕。我懷疑是去年的人表現不佳，禍及我們，那班混蛋。
這團吃得很豪華，甚至是奢侈，浪費。上海的貧富懸殊嚴重，街上經常有人討錢，連手上的水樽也被虎視眈眈。見到一個老婆婆，先給了她一元，後來再給她五元。每餐剩下大量飯菜，但想起了她，心裏有點不舒服。
雜技表現，無聊地精彩。
老師經常說要去那裏吃美食，同學晚上去唱K，香港人即使外出，也是只有吃飯唱K。
參加這團的一天目的是在履歷製造交換生的假象。大企業喜歡交換生，但我沒有這樣做的金錢和時間。 這團但求幾可亂真。來年有機會去馬來西亞，一定再來，要衝出中國。
這團了結幾個情意結：用新機場、住酒店、睡單人床，用浴缸。
沒有電腦，沒有報紙的日子很難過。酒店的文匯報是畫餅充飢。去北京的個半月會怎樣呢？看來要帶一本厚簿，像「最後武士」的湯告魯斯一樣記錄每天發生的事，光是上海的五天我已經寫了七版紙，去北京個半月可能寫七十版。
還有一些話，更多 相片，後補。
財大景色
馬寅初，假如毛澤東肯聽他的話，就不會人口激增，更不會有今天畸型的一孩政策。
酒店望出的夜景。
城隍廟
浦江夜景，很美
這團最好的就是吃，每一餐都豐盛得不得了，飲食方面絕對是豪華團。簡單地說，幾乎都好像去飲宴一樣。 唯一的敗筆是財大那餐，但我當然不會宣諸於口。 更爽的是，吃完每一頓盛宴，都是拍拍屁股就走，感覺極佳。
千五元，機票酒店也不止，還有極佳的飲食，實在要感謝學校。
最頂級的應該是壓軸，在陸家嘴海鷗坊用膳。我們是全店最年輕的人，其他人多鬼佬。這應該和在中環鏞記吃飯差不多。在小南國用膳也是窮極奢侈。
最瘋狂是第一天，在財大附近用膳，連同冷盤上了接近二十道菜。我更說過，「夠薑就再上」，結果轉頭就上了菜。
光是吃已經大超值。
但世事豈能盡如人意？我被逼參觀很多低能景點。
城隍廟，還是和五年前一樣乏味。
烏鎮，是一個「鳥鎮」，坐了五個多小時車，看和我家附近差不多的景色。
甚麼勞什子博物館，不過是被證交所拒絕後的敷衍。
新天地，偽蘭桂坊，我沒有興趣扮鬼佬。要扮鬼佬就只說英文，戒掉廣東話。
全程最有趣的經驗是，晚上九時多逛距離酒店不遠的商場。我覺得無聊，通知同學後回酒店。我吝嗇的士錢，決定自行走回去。
走了十五分鐘，還是不見。
淆底。
一個人晚上在異地，人生路不熟，假如有人打劫真是大檸樂。
硬著頭板繼續走。
終於到達。
抹了一額汗。
好孩子不要學。
浦江的夜景，真是很美
我的朋友世茂
雜技表演
那人是蒙眼的
百人騎單車
六鐵騎闖鐵球
烏鎮鳥鎮
大家評評理，和我家附近的像不像？
乘了五個多小時車，要命，幸好有筆有紙可以寫作。
行貨的東方明珠塔
友人將要去的陸家嘴
還有一些分享，待續。
I
am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the
finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth
be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big
deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5?deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--- your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky --- I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation--- the Macintosh--- a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me --- I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything --- all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma ?which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
The Whole Earth Catalog "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish" 
他的演說技巧高超，以三個故事包裝哲理，讓人聽得很舒服，毫無冷場。
當中的哲理絕對值得細心咀嚼。
這篇演說，每一個大學生都應該定期看一下，入學時看，為自己訂立目標；畢業時看，反省深思。
當中的循循善誘，令人感動。
蘋果是商界之神，其中ipod的例子更是管理學及市場學的恩物---因為這是一個百搭的例子，是創意、是革新、是分散diversification、是賦予新價值value added、是....
我記得這年讀管理學和市場學時，經常引用蘋果、ipod做例子。
Steve Jobs，多謝你。
黃蜂倒下了。
十分可惜。
黃蜂捲起的青春風暴，令人目眩。主力CP3、贊特拿，大衛韋斯的鐵三角年輕有為，加上史杜積高域的經驗，今季打出眼前一亮的成績。
當路邊社輕視黃蜂，認為常規賽和季後賽不同時，黃蜂先幹掉小馬，再將馬刺逼至絕境。
拿下第五場，滿以為勝利在望時，最後仍是悲劇收場。
很喜歡看CP3助攻贊特拿爆籃，每場都至少出現幾次。
討厭馬刺，老氣橫秋，是一部沒有感情的季後賽機器。
黃蜂的年輕、激情、活力，才是籃球。
我雖然喜歡黃蜂，但不看好，畢竟這樣的生死大戰，黃蜂除了史杜積高域外，全隊都沒有經驗。
相反馬刺最強的有是經驗，三支戟身經百戰，還有奇人荷利，八隻冠軍指環，季後賽場NBA第一，更勝天鈎渣巴。
當巴克利、馬龍、史托頓、披頓、米拿一枚冠軍指環都沒有，荷利竟然有八隻，吹漲。
教練史葛看得開，總不能一步由不入季後賽到總冠軍。
馬刺也想不到，身經百戰會被新丁逼到牆角。
新浪說得好，這或許就是成長路上必須交的學費，有點昂貴，有點殘酷，有點無奈。
這次經驗，對黃蜂來說很寶貴。保持現在的陣容，來年定必更強。
