“你...是如何看我，”她胆怯地问道。“不像人吧。”
“这...，”他吞吐着。
“你夹在半人不妖间，不得不苟且活着，”她继而说道。“我也因天职缠身而得完全丧失情欲，如活死人般。要不然，妖怪便会乘虚而入。”
“嘿！你怎么了，话这么多，”他想缓和下急剧僵化的气氛。“一点儿也不像你。”
“哈...对啊，一点也不像我，”她自嘲着。“也许...不杀你...就因为我们太像了...”。语未言尽便毅然站了起来，心里虽有些不舍，但职责的巨掌如往常般推动着她的身躯。
“呵...，”他有些错愕。“你明天能再来这里吗？”
她回过头来，只见他一脸腼腆，顿时觉得他有些可爱。“怎么了？”
“我有样东西...，”他又吞吞吐吐了。“想送给你。”
“是吗？”轮到她感到错愕了。“这样的话，我也有样东西像送给你。”
他笑了。好久没有在另一个人面前笑了。想起来，自从母亲去世后，他就没有再放下本能的防备了，顿时间好轻松...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
There goes my Blade
"That's how you do it..." I shouted and executed a hockey stop, hoping that my friend could see what I was doing and picked up the modus operandi.
At that instant I felt a sudden weakness on my right leg. But dismissing it as a weak ankle, my usual problem, I continued and completed the action. As I recovered from the braking action, the wobbly right foot continued and turned out that it was the blade! Omigod, don't tell me...
My worst fears was finally confirmed when I removed my rollerblades, when I saw the loosened rivets hanging limply from the 'undercarriage' and a distinct gap between the wheel frame and the boot. So much for being a hockey blade, when it couldn't even withstand my blading habit, all but a weekly affair of leisure stroll along the ECP.
Well, I guess that's how the rollerblading industry ensures continuous demand, by not producing real quality blades anymore. I still remember my last pair of Mission, bought in the fall of 2000, that survived a whooping 5 long years of callous punishment and and was still going strong until the tropical climate's deadly agent of corrosion finally managed to eat away the hard rubber base...
So, I shall graciously accept this and move on...
At that instant I felt a sudden weakness on my right leg. But dismissing it as a weak ankle, my usual problem, I continued and completed the action. As I recovered from the braking action, the wobbly right foot continued and turned out that it was the blade! Omigod, don't tell me...
My worst fears was finally confirmed when I removed my rollerblades, when I saw the loosened rivets hanging limply from the 'undercarriage' and a distinct gap between the wheel frame and the boot. So much for being a hockey blade, when it couldn't even withstand my blading habit, all but a weekly affair of leisure stroll along the ECP.
Well, I guess that's how the rollerblading industry ensures continuous demand, by not producing real quality blades anymore. I still remember my last pair of Mission, bought in the fall of 2000, that survived a whooping 5 long years of callous punishment and and was still going strong until the tropical climate's deadly agent of corrosion finally managed to eat away the hard rubber base...
So, I shall graciously accept this and move on...
Monday, April 02, 2007
缘
只是巧合吗？
"Don't read too much into it..." 我警戒着自己，不愿自己又再迷失。她当年的斩钉截铁，难道不依然历历在目。
不只一次。
是不是自尊心作祟？一味追求“真”的自己，却忘了磨练方才萌芽的心意，在爱还未成形之前就自行夭折了，只为一个约定，一个对自己的约定。回想起来，命运奇妙的轮盘并非不曾给彼此续缘的机会，只不过两人都没能走上这条路。是命运作弄，还是人为的破坏...无情的是她，还是“强说愁”的自己。
多年以后的再度巧合。
完全没有想到会在这样一个不起眼的周末午后。依稀记得她说过想学rollerblading，却没想到会看到她真的在rollerblade，还挺不错的。听了她过去四年的际遇，真的不能不佩服她的勇气：独个儿到一个语言不通、种族优越感甚强的国度，不只学成，还留居工作，最后还以expat的身份回国...wa sei。其实也不难想象她能如此，怎么说她一向来都很有主见、很独立。
喜欢=爱？
回忆是一种极度严重的近视。看到的只是景物的轮廓和事物的大概，其中的内容仿佛都是后来加上的，只图给自己一个交待，是真是假也没有人证物证可依据。其实也已无所谓了。隐约只记得自己喜欢的只不过是一种憧憬，对于她我并不了解，也不曾有机会了解。可笑的是，她的主见与独立却不是喜欢她的缘由。什么时候变成爱，更是不得而知了...
夜了。
心情的起伏随着文章的将尽渐渐平息。看着电脑荧光幕上的几行心情，竟然觉得有些语无伦次。罢了，也不是第一篇写给她的语无伦次，更何况，真正的知音也许只有自己吧...
"Don't read too much into it..." 我警戒着自己，不愿自己又再迷失。她当年的斩钉截铁，难道不依然历历在目。
不只一次。
是不是自尊心作祟？一味追求“真”的自己，却忘了磨练方才萌芽的心意，在爱还未成形之前就自行夭折了，只为一个约定，一个对自己的约定。回想起来，命运奇妙的轮盘并非不曾给彼此续缘的机会，只不过两人都没能走上这条路。是命运作弄，还是人为的破坏...无情的是她，还是“强说愁”的自己。
多年以后的再度巧合。
完全没有想到会在这样一个不起眼的周末午后。依稀记得她说过想学rollerblading，却没想到会看到她真的在rollerblade，还挺不错的。听了她过去四年的际遇，真的不能不佩服她的勇气：独个儿到一个语言不通、种族优越感甚强的国度，不只学成，还留居工作，最后还以expat的身份回国...wa sei。其实也不难想象她能如此，怎么说她一向来都很有主见、很独立。
喜欢=爱？
回忆是一种极度严重的近视。看到的只是景物的轮廓和事物的大概，其中的内容仿佛都是后来加上的，只图给自己一个交待，是真是假也没有人证物证可依据。其实也已无所谓了。隐约只记得自己喜欢的只不过是一种憧憬，对于她我并不了解，也不曾有机会了解。可笑的是，她的主见与独立却不是喜欢她的缘由。什么时候变成爱，更是不得而知了...
夜了。
心情的起伏随着文章的将尽渐渐平息。看着电脑荧光幕上的几行心情，竟然觉得有些语无伦次。罢了，也不是第一篇写给她的语无伦次，更何况，真正的知音也许只有自己吧...
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