Article written by Yung Mei Ling
British fish and chips turned her into a fat girl
An old colleague writes a letter asking for WONG YUNG
Love, gratitude and praise cannot be kept in the heart
I'm surprised I can still remember Chinese! I thought I must be having a hard time writing. Imagine how long it's been since I've used Chinese!
Luckily, I believe I've gained the skills from reading scripts in recent months (hehe, I asked my mother for the word "lead")
I'm getting closer to Chinese again.
For a girl who left Hong Kong in primary school to settle in England, I hope you won't be too critical of her Chinese. I'm afraid I can't cope with writing a full piece, so I'll have to piece it together. I'll just throw together a few random tidbits to talk about.
The last time my mum came back from England to visit me, she patted my face with pain and said I had lost a lot of weight. I was happy that I was no longer a fat girl. It was the British fish and chips that made me a fat girl, and I had been a fat girl for a long time.
I think back to the time when I wanted to be thin, but my mouth wanted to chew! I was a glutton for punishment and I had a craving for food. I still miss the fresh cream cakes and the rich milk in England.
I didn't cry when I hurt my eye on a film shoot, I didn't cry when I was worried about disfigurement, but I did cry when I felt helpless in the dead of night. Do you miss your family every time the festive season rolls around?
The other day I received a letter from an old colleague asking me for a signed photo of Wong Yung! These ghosts know WONG YUNG too.
When I used to work in a textile company in the UK, they used to be so crazy, they organize dress-up parties, where the men would put cups on their chests to look like women and the women would put pillows on their hips to look like meatballs. Some of us wash our hair with coke or put cream on our faces, and we all have a good time. Back in Hong Kong, I don't know why, but I don't feel so free to play anymore. I wish I could just let it all go.
When I got home this evening, my mother had left me a bowl of cold soup. I thought to myself, "I'm grateful for her care, but I didn't say anything. When I got back to my room, I played the phone records while drinking the soup to see who had called. One of the calls was from a girl I met when I was a finalist for Miss Hong Kong last year, and she left a message saying that there was nothing special, but she just rang to say hello. I felt a warmth in my heart. If she hadn't called, how would I know she still remembered me? With that in mind, I ran out of the living room to thank my mother for taking care of me all these days. Yes, words of love, gratitude, apology and praise don't stay in your heart, how do people know if you don't say them?
Source: Screenplay Series 1. p13 / published by Starlight Books
The Fairy of the World - P35-37 / Commemorating the first anniversary of the death of Yung Mei Ling
source: http://www.barbarayung.net/
不再做肥仔妹
【翁美玲親自執筆文章之一】
英國的麵包薯條令她變了肥妹仔
舊同事寫信索WONG YUNG 劇照
愛意感激與讚美不能留在心坎裏
奇怪我還記得中文！
原以為自己一定舉筆艱難，
試想，我有多久沒有用過中文啊！
還好，相信近月讀劇本讀來的本領（嘻，這個「領」字我是問契媽的）
我漸漸又跟中文距離拉近了。
對一個小學便離開香港到英國定居的女孩，希望你們別太挑剔她中文。要我寫一篇完整的稿，恐怕我應付不來了，只好拼拼湊湊，
隨手拈起日常的瑣事來談談。
上一次媽咪從英國回來探我，一見面就心疼的拍著我的臉，猛說瘦了瘦了。我倒很開心，因為自己終於不再做肥妹仔了。是英國的麵包薯條害我做肥妹仔的，而且還做了許久。
回想那個時候，我心裏一味想瘦，嘴巴卻一味想嚼！我著實是個饞嘴鬼，嗜吃得出奇，英國的鮮忌廉蛋糕和濃濃的鮮奶，現在仍令我懷念不已。
不舒服時才最思家，那一次拍戲弄傷了眼，痛我沒哭；擔心毀容我沒哭，偏偏就是夜闌人靜，我感到無依無助時，淚水就湧出來了。每逢佳節倍思親？ 錯。
日前收到舊同事的信，居然向我索張簽名的黃蓉劇照！ 這些鬼仔倒也認識 WONG YUNG 呢。
回想以前在英任職紡織公司的設計，大夥兒玩起來實在瘨得離譜，玩化粧舞會時才夠野呢，男的在胸前加個杯扮女人，女的在臀部加個枕頭扮肉彈。痻起來有人用可樂洗頭，或以忌廉敷面，哈，個個都投入盡興。回到香港，不知怎麼，玩起來就不再那麼放了。我多希望自己能盡情的放一放。
這晚回到家，契媽給我留了一碗清補涼湯。心想，多賴她的照顧，但我沒說出口。回到自己的房間，便邊飲湯邊放電話錄音，看誰來過電話。其中有一個電話是去年參選港姐時認識的女孩，她留下話說沒有什麼特別事，不過搖個電話來問聲好。
心裏一陣暖洋洋，多麼長情的人。若她不來電話，我又怎知她仍記掛著我？想到這，我一陣衝動，忙跑出客廳，多謝契媽這些日子照顧我。 不錯，愛意，感激，道歉，讚美等話不能留在心裏，你不說，人家怎知道？
資料來源：螢幕第一輯．P13／星輝圖書公司出版
人間仙子翁美玲．P35-37／紀念翁美玲逝世一週年
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