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A 1P Dinner and a 1P Beach Busy, busy. But still want this fast entry. 1. What's time? I have frequented this restaurant for 12 years. The restaurant and staff remain the same, so am I. But are we not different being flushed by the river of time? Actually, this is my legendary restaurant. Some green peppery love stories did happen here. Time grows and me too. Tonight, I am having the 1P yet very enjoyable dinner. I am nothing but a poised woman surrounded by brisk fado music looking up to the beautiful big trees in the yard, desiring for a camera to shoot this precious moment. One service lady, who have worked there for 15 years, joke with me pointing to a couple whispering who are obviously in honey love, 'why not come with your lover?' 'So neat to be alone. All passionate moments will be gone but our self stays with us. ' I smile, sipping the cool Super Bock portuguese beer. 2. Can we be really alone? Then I go out to the beach, being the only one on this faraway-from-city beach. Yet, not really. The half moon is shining above the shimmering sea, the wave sounds pampering me. I can even feel the sand thru my boot. But even in these very tranquil and relaxing moments, my cell phone rings and I receive 4 calls. 2 for money issue and 2 for job. Can we really be left alone? |
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3/2/2007 4:53 am |
Atmospheric... I don't know what exactly "green peppery love stories" are... But I like the images that come to mind. "Super Bock"? Another delicious foreign word. "Brisk" fado? Always sounds melancholy, heart rending and solitary to me... I must be wrong. Yes, we can be alone. Turn off the phone. My confirmation number for this post is "888". Happy New Year, Swallow.
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Mold, I've been misssing you/yr sharp but sweet words. Gone to travel? Green peppery love stories mean buoyant pungent stories happended in younger age, those that involve aching passion, tear and sense of love and hate. Super Bock is a very delicious Portuguese beer brand distributed by a man I thought I crazed for before. There'r two types of Fado, that from Coimbra can be brisk linking with happy farming life and can be accompanying joyful folk dance, and that from Lisboa is all about Saudade (sad yearning and nostalgia). I cant turn off the phone while I am staying in my Macau reality, unless when I am fully and whole-piecely on the road. 888 is good yet this year's lucky no. is 3 or 9. I wish you a 3399. Gong Xi Kuan Le, Mold.
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You should turn off your ears, too, and your nose, too, and close your eyes, too, and not touch or taste anything either. There will always be ourselves that will interfere with solitude... Nods, lotsa nods. DVC, Start a new year in three days? Congra. Last night I visited a friend contracted some kind of cancer, she said she should start a new life according to her own desire after treatment. Only great strikes would make us change mind?
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SFB, Romantic dreamer, keep dreaming your Klimanjaro!
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