白雪不是公主诱惑の香り Snow White is Not a Princess

我只是问你会不会闯红灯

From::生活。零碎 2009/11/23 22:21

我只是问你会不会闯红灯
I Just Want to Know Whether If You will Cross Red Lights

走在我们附近的有一对来自西方国家的老夫妇，老妇女说：这样的图画我的孙女也可以画。
她在笑，我也在冒汗。太太，不是我画的，你不要用这种语气。

There’s a European couple next to us. The old lady said: even my granddaughter can draw something like this. She was laughing and I was sweating. Please lady, I didn’t paint this. You don’ have to use this kind of tone.

By the way,
read these before you continue reading :)

# 2009/09/24 我在 Google 里找到了她 I found her on Google
# 2009/09/24 她今天一定会来 She will Appear Today
# 2009/10/01 雨天某个转角处 Corner in the Rainy Day

在 Room16 里边，有一系列 Gonzales Coques 的作品，The Five Senses: Seeing, Feeling, Hearing, Tasting, Smelling. 在同一间空间里，有一副135x170cm空白的作品，Guy Mees 的 untitled。她问我这是什么，我说是 The Six Sense。

她笑了。我说：“我这么随口一说你也笑成这样，你的笑点也很低…….？”

“哟，学得真快~~~”她笑得更开心了，这女人都傻傻滴的。

There’s a series of Gonzales Coques painting in Room 16. In the same room there was a 135x170cm blank painting – Guy Mees’s untitled. She asked me what it was, I said it was The Six Sense.

She laughed. I said: “I just randomly it said and you laughed so crazily. What’s with your sense of humour…?”

“Oh, you’re a quick learner!” She laughed even more happily. This girl is a little crazy.

我带了她去 David Claerbout 的 Untitled (Carl and Julie) 玩。我叫她走进去，她反问我“不会有鬼吧？”当她一靠近的时候，感应器跟投影机连接，影像中的女孩就自动地把头转过来。她很害怕，靠得我很近。当我们越走越靠近影像的时候，女孩又把头转回去做功课了。

I took her to David Claerbout’s Untitled (Carl and Julie). I asked her to enter. She asked: “No ghost, right?” When she was next to it, the sensory and projector connected to each other. The girl is the video then automatically turned her head. She was scared and she got closer to me. When we got closer and closer, the girl turned her head back to do her homework.

这就像我们日常生活上发生的一样，当一个陌生人走进我们的空间，我们都会好奇地回望。当我们发现我们毫无关系的时候，我们就会冷漠地把头回转。生活上不也一样有着许许多多的陌生人么？我们坐在 mrt 里，互不相关，我们不说话，没微笑，甚至连一个眼神交流也没有，我们就这样活在一个病态的人际环境里。建议政府搞一个微笑运动，发觉国人真的不太会笑。

This is same as what happened in our daily life. We all curiously turn our head when a stranger entered into our space. When we realize they have nothing to do with us, we will coolly turn out heads away. Aren’t there many strangers in our lives? We sit in MRT and we never speak nor smile – not even eye contact. We live in such a mentally unhealthy society. I suggest government to launch a let’s smile campaign. I realize most Singaporeans don’t smile.

其实这作品蛮好玩的，“沟女”的好帮手，虽然那个男人是样衰了少少。

我跟她说这是投影机投放出来的影像，她不相信，还跑去白墙上摸摸看。
有没有发现到今天的我特别爽朗叽喳，不知怎么的，总觉得跟她说话很开心。

This is actually quite fun, it is an effective tool to get the girl I want. The guy was a little hideous though.

I told her it was a projected image but she didn’t believe me. She even went to touch the wall.
I seemed to be extremely talkative today. I don’t know why but I feel really happy to talk to her.

Location(1)，1998，by Hans Op de Beeck

我们进入了一个略暗的空间。
我问她，半夜三更在十字路口，街上没车你会闯红灯吗？
她说她会。
“那么，你就是……好人在背后里做坏事。赫赫。”
“我没有”
“那么，你觉得……好人，都是在背后里做坏事吗？”
“我只知道，坏人，就一定是在背后里做坏事。”
“难道你不觉得，这世上存在着许多灰色地带。所谓的好人，很可能是表面上的好人。而坏人，也不一定是从一而终地坏透底吗？”
“请问，你的好人和坏人的定义是什么？”她面无表情，无意一瞥发觉她的眼神冷若冰霜。
“………………”我还没说话，她就接下去了。
“我只知道如果没车闯红灯不会有事，但是喝醉酒闯红灯迟早会出事。”
“喝酒闯红灯怎么了？”我问
“很可能会死”
“死，这也没什么大不了吧？反正人始终是会要死的……..”

她眼红了，没看着我，低着头走出去了。
前面的外国游客看着我们，日本游客也在旁窃窃私语，是我说错了些什么吗？

We entered a darker dimension. I asked her, will you cross red lights illegally in the midnight at junctions?
She said she will.
“Well then, you are a nice person who do bad stuff when no one sees you. Tsk tsk.”
“No I don’t.”
“Do you think that nice people do bad stuff when no one sees them?”
“All I know is that bad people will definitely do bad things when no one sees them”
“Don’t you think that there’s plenty of grey are in this world. Some so-called nice people might not be that nice. Bad people might not be that bad either.”
“What’s your definition of nice people and bad people?” She looked expressionless. I accidentally realized that there’s no emotions in her eyes.
“….” I hadn’t had a chance to say anything before she continues.
“All I know is that something bad might happen when a drunkard drives and cross red lights illegally.”
“What will happen then?” I asked.
“Somebody might die.”
“Death is not a big deal, right? Everyone dies eventually…”

Her eyes reddened. She didn’t look at me – she just lowered her head and left.
The foreign tourists in front looked at us, even the Japan tourists are whispering. Did I say something wrong?