I’m happy to see the two teams that I’d been attached with over the years are finally growing into some prospect since I started watching NBA in 2000.
The Toronto Raptors and the Washinton Wizards.
Going to see a basketball game is such fun. I still remember the times I went to a Raptors’ game on a cozy cool summer night with friends and drinks. I enjoyed sitting upper rows and looking down at the shiny hardwood floor, the giant maple leaf flag and the glowing Raptors’ logo. And of course sometimes when I got lucky, I found myself having a slice of free pizza from pizza-pizza the next day because the Raptor’s won and scored over 100 pts.
I still remember once, after the game, at the entrance of Air Canada Center where the crowd was exiting, I looked up in the sky and saw an eclipse. When the beautiful pale moon was being shadowed, right over the lake, the stadium, the street lights and the people, I couldn’t help but thinking of J D Salinger and I depicted myself as the catcher in this land. I logged the scene and the emotion I had at the time, but from time to time, I can’t resist thinking back of that night over and over again and asked myself:
Where was I ? In the middle of the crowd, under the moon being shadowed, or I was nowhere, no one, no water, no moon ? Should I be there, or should I be somewhere else ? Was all these just my mere imagination ? The voices, the water, the echoes and the moonlight ——- all just illusions and hallucinations, and I was just by myself, totally detached from the scene, just one isolated piece of existence. I was nowhere.
The bottom line is, you don’t need a championship team to become a fan, to enjoy the games and a good time. Some good old days.

‘we are observing you.’
‘who invited you?’
‘no one. we invited ourselves.’

这段对话突然深深的印在脑海里，自从一天梦醒后。我好像注视别人的人，不请自来，一厢情愿；也好像在被注视着，只有无言的独白。

这段话发生在这个梦的结尾，是几个坐在椅子上一动不动好像没有灵魂的人对我说的。当时我在客厅里，和一个男人一起。他的妻子在为我们准备晚饭。我兴奋的心跳的很厉害。

多奇怪的梦呵！ 后来我一直想搞清楚，我是因为跟男人一起而兴奋，还是因为偷情而兴奋。或者两个都有。

人的一生或许像一滴从天而降的雨。
年轻时恣意妄为，全力成长，前进；
而后放缓脚步，留恋，成熟，依然前进；
最后一大半的时间，像匀速的列车，行驶在单行线上，一路到终点；
偶尔看见窗外倒退的事物，感觉到自我的存在，但已不在乎是否向前，也不想徒劳抓住一切；一切都美好，安静的走向虚无。

给不存在，不认识，的你。
昨晚我做了一个有点奇怪但是却无比纯情的梦。和你。
french quarter。想去却从来没去过的地方。
在房顶。尖的。雨水浸潮的砖瓦。
能听到四处传来的不同调子的爵士乐。特别的清冷。特别的悠扬。
一边笑一边看到远方的火灾。
消防车一辆一辆的经过。停下。
有烟。有水气。有火。有被烤的弯曲的空气。
还有最后一抹橙色的夕阳。
我的脸烤的热了。应该是有点脸红。
天黑了以后，能看见一盏盏灯笼。带着我们走向海边。
醒来还处在这种悸动之中。难得记得大部分内容。就想写给你。
不管怎样。祝你节日快乐。
算是一份情人节的礼物吧。一厢情愿的。