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| 一早已有人叫我對明報死心，我卻是不忍心而藕斷絲連，每次讀到那些一加一等如二、阿媽係女人之類的行貨社評，都詐作看不見，自慰地說明天會更好。
畢竟，我寧願相信一份敢說要褲子不要核子的報紙。
但這一次，我真的沒辦法了。
只有希望是typo吧。
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『...在政治光譜被認為極右的社民連，是今次選舉的贏家...』
明報社評，2008年9月9日
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P.S. 難保明天頭條不會是<左派領袖田北俊 灑淚揮別立法會>
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| No, wait... Where was I? The problem is, that... even if you said, "I
love it," I wouldn't believe you. Julien, I no longer know when you're
playing or not. I'm lost. Wait, I'm not finished. Tell me you love me.
Tell me, because if I tell you first, I'm afraid you'll think it's a
game. Save me... I beg of you.
by Sophie, Love me if you dare
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| Was making an occurrence book entry when the Thai lady hummed that melody, Quizas. Details were fading, but I remember it was VHS era when I, or we, first watched "In the Mood of Love". And I did not even know what's the lyrics were all about at that time, apart from the fact that it is in Spanish and the familiar vocal of Nat King Cole.
I wrote down my off duty time, records of occurrence appeared to me in such an ordered clarity, an absolute certainty of things such happened, and I conveniently handed the certainty to Thai lady. Perhaps. Life could be just a flash, like VHS tape fast-forwarding and rewinding, papers fade yellow and love turns cold. Perhaps. And now here we are, hearing the faintest wind blowing in slight street-lamp glitters, we can still sing the old song.
Perhaps
You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I've asked you,
and then I ask you over again,
you only answer
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
If you can't make your mind up,
we'll never get started.
And I don't want to wind up
being parted, broken-hearted.
So if you really love me,
say yes.
But if you don't, dear, confess.
And please don't tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
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| Gasp. Changing a career when you are 26 is hard. At least more difficult than I thought. Or maybe, my previous jobs were too hae, and I am feeling a level of stress not experienced previously. I call this Hong Kong Life, the real one.
And for the first time in my life, I started to love the TV and sofa. That's part of Hong Kong Life too, I supposed.
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| 差不多午夜時間才回家，開電腦，回顧今天拍的照片，有南生圍的藍天白雲、和我們的燦爛笑容。然後看報紙，讀到同一明媚天空下，有少年中三輟學養家、不堪壓力自盡。
我不想以本能反射討伐社會涼薄政府過失，也自問沒有胸襟問神「為什麼讓悲劇降臨到這個家庭」。只是覺得寫下來，就可以幫助自己記住，記住晴朗的天空下總也有不晴朗的心靈。很簡單，卻不易記。 | | |
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