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September 23 哇咔咔!家有大熊!家里有新成员了!当当当!泰迪狗狗——大熊是也~虽然是只有3KG的DD,但也得取个响亮的名字!熊爸爸再一次拜倒在熊妈妈取名字的天赋上。熊妈妈很是满意,赏了熊爸爸给大熊取小名的机会。于是,很俗气的小名,“熊熊”出炉了。
第一天,熊熊非常文静,像腼腆的小姑娘似的,任由我和熊爸爸抱着,摆弄着,不叫不吵;
第二天,熊熊略显活泼,像活泼的小姑娘似的,吃饭的时候蹦蹦跳跳跑来,两只耳朵风中摇摆;
第三天,熊熊十分活泼,像疯癫的小姑娘似的,跨越各种障碍,S型向前,飞速回奔,并有了第一声吼叫;
第四天。。。
现在,小熊熊肆意地穿梭在书房和客厅,看看我们,再去房间看看外婆。外婆把熊熊送回来,让他跟我们一起关在书房里。
小家伙对于自己的窝很是努力培养感情。除了睡觉时候垫着,还能换着花样玩。比如把窝咬得翻了过去再竖起来;比如把玩具藏在窝下面再把它扑腾出来。偶尔有个声音,熊熊机警地停下,倾听,接着继续折腾自己的窝。。。
没劲了,站起来舔舔我的脚趾,很美味;再去舔舔熊爸爸腰间的赘肉,很柔软;接着挠挠自己的耳朵,舔舔小脚清理下,蹭蹭小DD,呃,这应该是癖好。。。熊爸爸总是在一旁很猥琐的看着-。-
哇咧咧,熊熊咬地毯了!气急败坏地让熊爸爸骂他两句。熊爸爸装模作样让熊熊不许咬!哼,温柔着呢!熊熊很是狡猾,立刻趴下装无辜地看着熊爸爸。。真是个没原则的爸爸!!抓到我不吃晚饭,他吼得可大声呢!真是不公平T___T
熊熊过来蹭我了 August 18 宜春粗菜-外婆80大寿废话不多说,就说下我这几天吃了些什么好东西吧 8月14日,周五。晚上十点刚下火车,灰常有同学爱的刘鸟就把我和我老公拉到十运会广场吃宵夜:炒螺丝,小龙虾,冰沙 8月15日,周六 早餐:艾草团(-。-呆老公,跟你说了不是青团吧。上海的青团哪有那么浓郁的艾草味) 午餐:腐竹红烧肉,辣椒炒胗干,辣椒烧鱼,辣椒烧肉,青椒猪腰子,肉丸子汤,蘑菇墨鱼肉片汤,绿豆芽,青菜等等 (中午去乡下给外公等长辈上香了。最爱去乡下玩~外公的墓很有气势,群山环绕,松树挺拔。当然,乡下的菜尤其有滋味,爽快!) 晚餐:水煮青蛙(嘿嘿,不是牛蛙,癞蛤蟆哦,是青蛙),辣椒炒猪肠子(不像上海菜的肥肠,而是很细嫩很有嚼劲的肠子),水煮鲢鱼,鸡公嘎嘎,油麦菜等等,其他全忘了。反正我是吃撑了,站着还要去夹菜。。 8月16日,周日 早餐:葡萄(上午要去拍照。。不能吃太多了) 午餐:中午在酒店吃的,味道不好,唯一让我记住的就是炒扎粉!!!让我感动得想哭。。以前学校门口的炒扎粉就这个味道 下午就回上海了。好吃的没了。。。带着一身肉走了。。。 总结:爽!!!!! June 27 糗大了。。。该死的Gmail!为嘛不能贴附件?!
该死的Hotmail!为嘛要显示设计名?!
该死的公司邮箱!为嘛这么破?!
5555555555,被老板知道我这么可爱的名字了。。。居然显示孙阿布?!!! April 28 充满期待的五一假日!开心!马上就要五一了!虽然不是长假,但少上一天班也很兴奋!
嗯,那天让LG扛着大炮去,多拍几张照片,以后可以用来威胁威胁。。。害怕了吧!据说张衣服也要去。。。还有那说话没音调的,啊,还有个脖子歪歪的,好多有趣的人啊! March 29 近况不愿捧起那本3.5cm厚的书,随意看了看朋友&同学的blog。
大家的生活都很精彩,都在前进,忽然觉得自己似乎跟不上他们的步伐,有些失落。
转头看了眼那3.5cm,暗暗给自己加油。
但心里知道,我总是想着去成都买套小房子,下午喝喝茶,晚上跟朋友几个吃个烧烤,打个麻将,白天安分的工作。
虽然不太现实,至少是个悠闲的可以放松的梦想。
其实写blog挺好的,像我一般冷情的懒惰的人,偶尔也能知道大家的近况。
希望那些忙忙碌碌的人,能照顾好自己。有空再聚。
花季听着五月天的ING,张学友的心如刀割,郑中基的许愿树,还有被LG称作最不搭调的AKON的BEAUTIFUL,一路从那桃花盛开的地方开到了樱花盛开的地方(-_-不是日本不是武汉,同济而已)。
可能也是因为樱花的缘故,同济很多人,很多车,很多穿的很美的mm,很多相机,很多灿烂的笑容,尽管天气并不算太好。
在这样一个周日的下午,很舒适,很惬意。 February 15 西湖边的情人节不知在哪里看到,杭州有上海后花园之称。 有家室之后,外出游玩的次数增多,蜜月之马尔代夫,国庆之西安,元旦之阳朔,都为放松心灵之旅。以往的情人节,我们总是很实际的不跟那些热恋中的蜜糖娃娃们争那有限的席位,点一份匹萨,在家慢慢咀嚼。今年,也难得朱同学有这份情趣,邀我一道游杭州。 我们两从来都吃不得苦,自然出去游玩也是如此,从到西安却不愿爬华山,可见一斑。这次到杭州,除了西湖,没去任何一个景点。周五晚抵达,入宿之后便觅食。吃了些点心,买了杯DQ,便在西湖边溜达。宁静的西湖,被我们肆意地欢笑所破坏。尽管晚上睡得晚,可周六一大早就醒了。磨蹭到10点,拖着步子到了酒店后面的知味观总店解决早餐。总的来说,小吃没什么独特的风味,一份小笼,一碗馄饨,一碗田螺,一份风爪,49.5元的价格,不实在。情人节在杭州,不可免俗的游西湖。饭店位置颇佳,出门便是西湖。沿着湖边一直走,穿过白堤,苏堤,经过雷峰塔,又回到起点。三个小时的步行,有些疲惫,却也感受了西湖的美。唯一美中不足的便是人流太多,过于喧闹。 几番在路中停下,想找个地道的饭店裹五脏庙,却因为各种原因没有实现,最后只能自暴自弃的在饭店周围一家火锅店解决了午饭,也安排了剩余的时间。睡觉,吃饭。晚饭依旧是在知味观,不过不是大堂的小吃,而是杭州的传统佳肴。由于知味观名头大,晚饭时间自然人气很旺。伙计们训练有素,倒是没等多长时间就轮到我们了。素烧鹅,东坡肉,叫化鸡,西湖醋鱼,荷兰豆,最有名的是什么,我们就吃什么,懒人从来不想被点菜折磨。可能是我们胃口比较刁,没觉得那东坡肉和叫化鸡有何过人之处,反而觉着油腻。幸好西湖醋鱼那醋味够浓,将那油腻带来的不适压了下去。话说,吃饭的时候也有些花絮。总能听到其他桌的抱怨。烤鸭,没有;叫化鸡,卖完了;这个,没有;那个,卖完了;顾客的责问,伙计们的道歉,此起彼伏。 尝过杭州传统美食,欣赏了西湖美景,周日我们便起得晚了。12点退房,朱同学童趣未泯,拉着我去寻找那海底世界。又是一段长路,在美院附近找到了那个海底世界。原以为很无趣,却发现了很多奇奇怪怪的鱼。尤其是那2.5米的海象,大得惊人。出来之后,按照打算进了星巴克,却因没找到座位而离开。转而在隔壁的一茶一座耗费了一个小时,以及61元人民币。 按照我这个记流水帐的风格,接下来应该就很平缓的过渡到候车,上车,下车,到家。谁知道,在杭州打车那么困难。等了将近20分钟,没看到一辆空车,这可让我们有些着急。最后只能追公交车,踩着点进了车站。有惊无险。 两天的杭州之旅,很舒适,很开心。没有计划,便没有遗憾。虽然说天气并不是阳光明媚,甚至有些烟雨蒙蒙,却依然掩盖不了西湖的风光。那些因为天气原因而放弃到杭州游玩的朋友们,实在是错过了。 February 06 新的一年春来到新年快乐!!
带着怨恨的心情诋毁下那些不用上班的人儿……
带着期盼的心情祝福下那个正在生病的小人儿……
带着雀跃的心情羡慕下那个瘦身成功的小小人儿……
带着喜悦的心情祝福下那个正在热恋的小小小人儿……
最后,祝我自己以及家人朋友们,牛年赚好多好多好多钱!都能打通任督二脉! November 26 DAMN YOU! The Harbour View Place, Hong KongThe situation I complained as follows was not happend to me...
I never thought such a decent service apartment in HK can not swipe cards!! DAMN YOU! The Harbour View Place, Hong Kong
Can you imagine the guests take a bag of cash to pay the rental?? Such a stupid hotel!!DAMN YOU! The Harbour View Place, Hong Kong
HK is a part of China, why not the hotel settle the payment through the Union Pay??? DAMN YOU! The Harbour View Place, Hong Kong
There are 80k rmb in the credit card, why it can not be used?DAMN YOU! ICBC!!
Why?Why??Why??? DAMN IT! November 18 Remarks of President-Elect Barack ObamaRemarks of President-Elect Barack Obama : Election Night If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voices could be that difference. It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of indivialls or a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America. It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America. ......early this morning, I just received a extraordinary gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him, I congratulate Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead. I wanna thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden. I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both more than you can imagine, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure. (thank other family members:) ) To my campaign manager David Plouffe. Beyond some heroes of this campaign who built the best politic campaign I think in the history of the United States of America. To my chief strategist David Axelrod, who's been the partner with me every step on the way. To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done. But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you. I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; and from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory. I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for child's college education. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair. The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there. There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand. What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you, without new spirit of service and a new spirits of sacrifice. So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends... though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too. And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down - we want to defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope. For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow. This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin. And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can. At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can. When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can. When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can. She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can. A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can. America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
P.S. The script of Obama's inauguration speech was copied from the website and only the italics were from my listening. And even with the script, I was lost lots of the time....So shamed am I! November 10 one of Alan Shore's ClosingAllan Shore在Kelly Nolan被控杀夫一案中的结案陈词 Why are we here? Certainly not because of evidence. There isn't any. Any witnesses see my client give her husband viagra? Anybody see her put nitroglycerine into his wine? No, we're being asked to assume that evil. Well, why can't we impute the same sinister mentality to the deceased? Because people just don't take their own lives? We have over a million suicides across the globe every year, a million. Suicide is a much more common and therefore plausible thing than murder, so why are we here? Because Kelly Nolan had a blank expression on her face when the police arrived at the scene? She was in shock, for God's sake. Her husband had just died right before her eyes. Fingerprints on the wineglass? It was her house. She was having wine with her husband. Is it so inconceivable that she would touch his glass? And if she were guilty, don't you think she would have wiped the glass clean or washed it, so the nitro wouldn't have been detected? Why are we here? Because her husband allegedly threatened to cut her out of his will two days before? According to Kelly, that never happened. The housekeeper says it did, but this is a witness who admittedly loathed my client, who admittedly concealed information from me so that she could do more damage at trial. She has a bias, and the prosecution offered nobody to corroborate her. So why are we here? The coronary joke made to the boyfriend, suspiciously coincidental, but that was something she said, not did, and she said it in jest. Let's remember, there is no suggestion that either the boyfriend or the housekeeper took this remark seriously for a second. If they did, why did they not contact the police? There is simply no evidence that would allow you to conclude beyond all reasonable doubt that Kelly Nolan killed her husband, so why are we here?
But as long as we are, what about the police? They admittedly didn't investigate any other theory, including suicide. You heard detective Richmond. They immediately focused on Kelly and only Kelly because she's the one they wanted to get. And I don't know about you, but I certainly find it curious that the prosecution, instead of reprising evidence in his closing argument, chose to focus on my client's testimonial demeanor. What the hell is that? He wants you to convict her of murder because she came off as cold in the witness chair. I saw cold, too. But what I mainly observed was somebody who was rigidly unapologetic. Well, wrongly accused people tend to be that way. How warm would any of you be if you were falsely accused of murder, if you were made sport of by the media, if your privacy was violated and naked pictures of you were posted in the internet? People who are unrelentingly vilified tend to end up cold and hard. Kelly Nolan has emotionally shut down. She cannot feel, she cannot emote and she cannot fake vulnerability for the purpose of appealing to a jury's sympathy. She's innocent, and she's not required to prove it.
Schadenfreude. From the German words schaden and freude, "damage" and "joy". It means to take spiteful, malicious delight in the misfortune of others. We used to dismiss this as simply an ugly side of human nature, but it is much, much more than that. Recently, a Stanford professor actually captured schadenfreude on a brain scan. It's a physiological medical phenomenon. When we see others fall, it sometimes causes a chemical to be released in the dorsal striatum of the brain, which actually causes us to feel pleasure. If you watch the news or read the papers, which of course you don't, because the judge said not to, but if you did, you would see the undeniable delicious joy of the media and the public over Kelly Nolan's plight. I have no doubt that you want Kelly Nolan to be punished. She married for money. She had an affair. She carried on naked in the pool with her boyfriend. She's cold, materialistic, unlikable. And it might bring you all pleasure to see her go to jail, but as for evidence to establish that she committed a murder beyond all reasonable doubt, it just isn't there. The only possible route to a guilty verdict here is... schadenfreude.
Thank you. November 05 Boston LegalOctober 22 三国无双-我唯一玩的游戏(麻将除外)十一长假的某天,朱同学拉着我,不辞辛苦地从浦东跑到普陀,只为了修那台开始发黄的xbox360. 修好之后,笑得像一朵狗尾巴花似的朱同学诚挚地邀请我玩真三国无双5(别计较为啥我要把名字说这么详细。。只是想证明自己的专业),实在无聊之下,我也就拿起手柄跟他厮杀起来。。。
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由于赵云同学实在太猛,而我们打游戏的时间确实太长,不一会儿就通关了。。。接下来,我练过周瑜(烂!),张飞(巨猛!),刘备(雌雄一对剑-_-//),曹操(烂!),陆逊(很烂。。),现在正在练貂蝉,非常好用啊!!
其实,这篇日记到这里就结束了。。。 October 17 仿安妮宝贝-平民版小资(转)仿安妮宝贝-平民版小资(转)沙尘暴来的时候,我刚刚睁开眼睛,窗外传来风铃的响声,似乎在楼上,在楼下,也许就在我家的阳台上,总之它无处不在。那是一种淡紫色的声音,是的,淡紫色的声音。她喜欢用颜色来描述一切纤细的感觉,我从床上爬起来,身上还残留着六神花露水的香气,屋子外面升腾起黄色的雾,眼前的景物似乎都模糊起来,我的心绪不知道为什么也自纷乱起来。我在桌子上拿起一支大前门,把它叼在嘴里,却不点燃,任凭烟草的清香从唇边慢慢渗透进身体里。
她仍旧睡在我的身边,昨夜的一切似乎从未发生,只有略显凌乱的床单似乎还残留着一些模糊的记忆。不过这记忆也是若有若无,就好象她的吻一样,轻柔飘渺,仿佛偶然落在花蕊的蝴蝶。 我站起身来,伸出右手在cd架子上随便挑了一盘,放进昨天刚刚拆封的aiwa cd机里,轻轻地按下play。她曾经说过,喜欢我收藏的每一盘cd,那种闭着眼睛随意在cd架里选出一张,就是自己所中意的声音,这样的感觉是“深绿”色,她这样说。 开头照例是盗版cd特有的噪音,我喜欢这种噪音,每到这时候我就会感受到对未来微茫的期待,深知我喜欢的声音一定会到来,并且不需要等太久。 hou-baolin的声音缓缓地响起,在整个房间里舒展开来,在这样的清晨,他的声音融合进空气之中,契合无间,象风一样在房间里流动。hou- baolin的中文名叫做侯宝林,不过我还是喜欢用拉丁字母来称呼他,而且只买他与guo-quanbao——中文名叫做郭全宝——合说的相声,这也许是一种偏执吧。无论是刘宝瑞,还是马三立,始终无法比较。 这时候她睁开了眼睛,看着我笑。我问她笑什么,她说她很久没有在hou-baolin的相声中从梦中醒来,因为没人放给她听。 我也笑了,轻轻地吻了一下她的额头,同时感觉到一股奇特的香水味道。这不是六神,比起“六神”的热情,这种味道更为矜持阴郁,而且夹杂着一丝幽幽的神秘感,我确信我在哪里曾经闻到过。 于是我松开她的肩膀,慢慢地蹲下去,从床的下面小心地拿起一盏已经燃烧殆尽的蚊香,最后一缕轻烟正袅袅地飘着,在它身边散落着一些小蚊子的遗体,就好象秋天的法国梧桐树叶一样,满地皆是。 通常在这样的天气,我都会在上班的途中路过的dj bar买一杯dj喝。我绝不喝袋装的速溶品牌,而bar的老板用dj机和新鲜的dj豆亲手磨出来的,所以dj bar的dj有一种天然的清香。或是因为亲手磨制的缘故,这清香中还有丝淡淡的忧郁。老板也是hou的fans,所以我每天都会特意早起半个小时,去那里叫一杯dj,然后坐在高背椅上一面啜饮一面enjoy “hou”那低沉阴郁的相声。 我和她的相识就在dj bar,那时她穿着深绿棉袄,大红棉裤,头上扎着镶花边的头巾,手里握着一碗散发着清香的dj,在bar来往人群中仿佛一只孤高的天鹅。不知道为什么,当我看到她时,心里竟是一阵莫名的触动,她的身影回荡在瞳孔里,似乎让我心里的某一部分消融。我走过去,坐在她的旁边,对老板说: “起来吧,我们去喝DJ,加SALT,不加SUGAR。” “这样的天气,不适合喝DJ呢……” 她凝望着窗外呼啸的黄沙,眼眸里有一丝痛苦的迷惘。“我们去吃JB,今天是情人节,就让它与众不同吧。” 我和她的相识就在DJBAR,那时她手里握着一碗散发着清香的DJ。我走过去,坐在她的旁边,对老板说:“一杯DJ,加一点SALT,不要SUGAR。” 她转过头来,看着我这个邻座的男人,居然笑了。“你也喜欢SALTDJ?” “老板,来两碗豆浆,一碗甜的一碗咸的。”我们的身后有人大声喊道,我们两个同时无奈地摇摇头,习惯了“DJ”的叫法,豆浆这个词是如此的刺耳。 JB的全称叫Jianbingguozi,中文名叫做煎饼果子。她对这个相当挑剔,只在东街胡同口一家叫“红双喜”的JBBAR去吃。 她说过,她喜欢八O年款的飞鸽;然而我只有一辆继承自父亲的二八加重。所以,二八加重被我放进车库,骑着朋友那里借来的八三年款的永久,她坐在后座,两个人都沉默着,只有车冷冷地向前移动。 “两位要些什么?” 老板问道,同时把手里的Dashao晃了晃。 “两个JB,谢谢。” “今天是情人节吧,这样的天气,总令人很感伤呢。”老板一边拿铲子翻弄着JB,一边低头说道。 “其实也不过是普通的一天罢了,若是没了心灵的震颤,每一天都是一样的。”她略带哀伤地回答,我搂着她的肩膀,发现我们始终无法彼此温暖。 “情人节该有情人节的礼物呀,无论是谁。”老板将一根油条放进JB,然后熟练地卷起来,煎饼并没有破损,那个酱色的心还在那里留着。老板把它递给她,她想了想,然后又递给了我。 “情人节快乐。”她似乎露出一丝笑意,我欣然接过。 我们两个就坐在JBBAR的马路边上,将两个煎饼一点一点吃完。当我们再度抬起头的时候,彼此都明白想要说些什么。 “多谢你的情人节礼物。” “那么,再见了。” 两句简短的对话,为我们两个尘世里偶遇而又分离的人做了最后的呼唤。 她的背影逐渐离去。 我扯了扯自己的棉布坎肩,将大前门从嘴里拿出来,无力地松开手,烟蒂悠然落地。 戴着红袖章的人走过来,向我要五元的罚款,我看着那红袖章,想起了她的红棉袄。我转身狂奔起来。我只想躲藏,回避,越远越好。 当我一口气跑回家,红袖章被我甩掉。我走进卧室,颓然地蜷缩在床边,开始哭起来。 因为我想起来,那两个心形的情人节煎饼,忘记向老板找零。 August 25 暴雨天的游记早晨被闹钟吵醒,揉了揉眼睛,嘟囔着是不是闹钟定错了,外面都墨墨黑的,仔细一看,确实六点半了,估计又是个阴雨天,倒也凉爽。
迷迷糊糊穿衣服起床,隐约一声雷让我清醒了些,果然,“鹦鹉”对上海也是有影响的。
把自己收拾干净了,拉开窗帘,终于发现了从天上泼下来的水,伴随着电闪雷鸣。原来不是阴雨天,是暴雨天,我喜欢的天气。转而又苦恼起来,今天不是周末呢。
花了会儿功夫把老公从床上拖起来,赶着他去洗漱。下雨天么,早点出发没错的。
走出大楼10米,全身已经湿了一半,走出小区,湿透了。好在“地利”,在全身已经没有干爽地方的情况下,我们上了一辆出租车,开始体验“乘车过河”的乐趣。
车开得很慢,坐在后排的我们已经很难看清楚前面的路况。车内开着空调,怕有雾气,驾驶位的窗开了约一寸,偶尔有些细雨溅到我脸上。原本很宽敞的杨高南路由于正在修中环线,从原本的8车道变成了4车道;且修路的泥沙影响了下水道的排水,路上的积水已经淹没了1/2的轮胎。在司机的抱怨声中,我们缓缓前行。像是障碍赛似的绕过一辆辆抛锚的车子,略带同情地从追尾的车辆旁边挪过,原本半小时的车程,我们花了一个半小时,顺带欣赏着在暴风雨肆虐下的浦东。不禁想起,有同事在大雪天从上海开车到南京,原本两小时的路花了八小时才到,那种无奈估计更甚于我们,于是越发欣喜地享受着过河的新鲜感。
终于,到了地铁站口的乘车点。路边的积水大概到小腿肚,司机谨慎的往路边靠。这时候,左边一辆汽车开过,水花四溅,污水从驾驶座窗口那条开着的缝灌进来,全都浇在司机的身上...司机大喊,册那,打浴啊!(上海话,即‘他妈的,洗澡啊!’),我和老公很不厚道的笑得前俯后仰。
下了出租车,雨几乎停了,可以不打伞。开始我的第二站,乘地铁。地铁是个好东西,不堵车,不用淋雨,很是方便。
出了地铁已经八点三十五分了。微风细雨中,我往第三站,公交车站走去。一路上,想到那可怜的司机就忍俊不禁。嘴角还没抚平,出现在面前的就是一池污水还有杂乱的车辆,行人,伴随着令人烦躁的鸣笛声。没办法了,只能淌过去。到了马路对面才发现,路口的红绿灯坏了,车辆卡在路中央,动弹不得。哈哈,人类的高科技被大自然的强大力量给摧毁了。到车站等了会儿,眺望公交车来时的路线,估计一时半会儿等不到了,只能走过去。
千辛万苦跋山涉水到了公司,本以为我是最晚的,居然还有相当一部分人都没到。用官方语言便是,截止到发文时刻,依然有同事困在公交车内,已经3-4小时,尚未到达公司:)
因为要去吃饭了,虎头蛇尾做个ending吧:)
这场雨下得真是酣畅淋漓啊!
August 19 无题妖魔鬼怪总是偏爱精神力比较弱的人,就像鬼总是爱俯身在怕鬼的人身上(没什么别的意思,最近看玄幻小说过多)
又到了烦躁不安的时候,又到了不想工作的时候,又到了想辞职的时候
害怕休息一段时间之后,整个人就像是被吸干精力的躯壳,一潭死水般度日
害怕一无是处的自己,无法面对待价而沽的命运
害怕看见他们或是愁苦或是怜悯或是讥讽或是悲愤的眼神
害怕听见加油和鼓励,害怕听见纵容和宠溺,更害怕由此而产生的自卑和对自己的厌恶
其实,改变这浑浑噩噩的态度并不难;我有目标,有理想,却不相信自己能坚持,能做到
我不想给自己添麻烦,不想对自己失望,可失望,却从我逃避努力的那时起,亦已存在。
做一个白痴,很快乐
做一个知道自己是白痴的人,很悲伤
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