Journals
Saturday,Jul 31 2004, 02:01:37 PMThe tournament
I've never stepped into the court for this purpose. Never. The countless games and thousands of pains I've sustained are never worthwhile.
I've never been serious for years. So much laugher filled the days that I've forgotten how to give in my best.
How would we fare? The team that hasn't trained for years and yet consists of injured players. I know we're not ready and we're not the full team. But time gives no pity.
At least, finally we're able to play together as a team where no outsider is involved. There's no old faggot or imported stars. The sweat and bruises we're going to sacrifice are for each other.
No matter what, we'll just play on and be glad that we've one another to share the joys with.
Saturday, 31 July, 2004
Sunday,Jul 25 2004, 03:32:27 PM还不忘
那一份着急究竟是幻觉或是爱情的压力？ 明明是关心，却要忍着。我远远望了她的挣扎，在那一瞬间心中沉重悲哀。 如果是半年前，我不需装聋作哑。但是现实就是不容纳如果。在无奈中，我只能怒火。 明明是忘记了，我却忘不了伤心。 Sunday, 25 July, 2004
Friday,Jul 23 2004, 06:11:40 PMFading Depression
Love is a strength and courage that hides the flaws. Love is a dupe that deceives and tortures.
The sight of the crowd with huge numbered opposite sex was beyond imagination. The sudden despite overwhelmed. Someone robbed off the memory.
It's nobody's business but tell me how I should feel. Is it love or illusion? I wonder if I've been hypnotized.
Enlighten me I'm wrong all these while.
Where's the urge? Has it peeled off? Or has it been washed away by the laughers in the jealousy heaven?
Yes, I hope so.
Saturday, 24 July, 2004
Monday,Jul 12 2004, 06:50:30 AM车站
那个人静静地在巴士站沉思。过去的点点滴滴激发起他心中的感伤。回着头，看见心仪的女生走过。他连忙望回马路，装着若无其事。
“嘿”那熟悉的一声曾感动他冰寒的心，却差点让他自毁前沉。他又转回头，吃惊地看着爱人向他招手告白，使他招架不住。他轻微举起了手，再看着美丽的天使离去。她一个人走进灯光微暗的路上，看得他心不安。
如果是半年前，他会毫不犹豫地跟上去，提着她的背包，在浪漫月光下慢步，直到她家门。如今的一切，都不在他预料之中。
他含着泪，想哭却哭不出来。像失了魂，他站在那儿不动，因为最真诚的心，早已随着爱人的离去，远远离开肉身。
Sunday, 11 July, 2004