这是一篇rojak般的blog, 半咸不淡的。。。  

在某日,当某事已成过去时,我为自己造了一扇 “memories tight door”, 以防止某些即甜亦苦的回忆seep through…最近,某人对我做的某事,唤醒了我某些被封印的感觉。 这久违的感觉就像病毒,瘫痪了所有的系统,也让那扇 “memories tight door”完全失灵,导致思绪四面八方地涌入,更启动了secondary protection system, 泪腺。。。  

我记得,Odocoileus virginianus曾经有好几次紧张兮兮地,在工作时间拨电给我。“我要去启动switch…bye bye…” 莫名其妙的一通电话,当我还未从错愕中醒过来,又接到Odocoileus virginianus的来电,“哇!好险!好在没被电死,不然就没有机会再与你见面了。。。” 当时,心里是甜甜的,这傻子在生死关头还会惦记着这么一个我。 

我记得,Odocoileus virginianus总是口硬心软。。。

我曾说: “Odocoileus virginianus, 买一个抱枕给我,好吗?

Odocoileus virginianus,我看中了一件2-piece泳衣!旧的得换新了。

Odocoileus virginianus 我们什么时候可以一起去旅行?”

Odocoileus virginianus的反应总是把我给臭骂一顿。




我记得,Odocoileus virginianus之后还是买了一个抱枕给我。。。

我记得,Odocoileus virginianus之后还是偷偷地买了一套泳衣给我。收到这份圣诞礼物时,我才恍然大悟:原来Odocoileus virginianus 之前百般阻扰,不让我买泳衣,是因为他要买给我。。。

我记得,Odocoileus virginianus之后在没有事前通知的情况下,把我给掳去了Genting Highland和马六甲。你不是说没人肯带你上赌场,还没尝试过鸡粒饭吗?这就带你去。

我记得,我当时除了觉得甜蜜,也觉得愧疚,我错怪了Odocoileus virginianus。。。他就是这样,总是不想让我看透他到底在想什么。  

我记得,我第一次惹Odocoileus virginianus生气时,他并没有骂我,他在用很温柔的语气在教训我的当儿,也用他那厚实的手紧握着我的手。。。  

我记得,我总爱把玩Odocoileus virginianus的发尾、耳珠、脸颊。总爱亲近他,嗅他身上独有的气息。总爱在冷天,贴近他取暖,或把手放入他的裤袋里。总爱在想念Odocoileus virginianus时,很大声地对着电话另一端的他,说,Odocoileus virginianus,我好想念你噢!  


可是Odocoileus virginianus记得吗?Odocoileus virginianus还记得吗?Odocoileus virginianus都还记得吗?Odocoileus virginianus都还清楚地记得吗?  

我所记得的Odocoileus virginianus 是一个那么令我依恋与依赖的Odocoileus virginianus 。。。我记得,曾经,每当我想起Odocoileus virginianus对我的好、对我的疼惜、对我的包容、对我的支持,我都会发出会心的微笑,都会庆幸上天的安排:让我们相遇、相识和相爱。 但是我也记得,到了最后,我们俩都变得很丑陋、很狰狞,彼此变得那样的陌生,仿佛我所记得的都只是幻像。。。我开始觉得矛盾:我该庆幸我都还记得,亦或我该选择不要再记得呢?

失灵的memories tight door也是时候关上了,思绪和泪水已经严重地泛滥成灾。。。


2 Responses to “我记得”

  1. 1 SOO NI KEONG July 14, 2006 at 9:25 pm

    Made with … 緣份是找到包容你的人  ^o^

  2. 2 samantha July 16, 2006 at 11:37 am

    永远别漠视、小觑不负责任和鲁莽所带给对方的伤害,爱她/他就别毁了她/他。U\’ll spoil and hurt her/him in a way that u\’ll never know. True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love\’s an acceptance of all that\’s, has been, will be and will not be.

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