今儿出去败了一双登山鞋和两条运动裤回来，超级憧憬去亚丁试试脚，拉练一回。

偶的脖子这两天不争气，锻炼过度，左转酸疼酸疼，右转还是酸疼酸疼。

今儿出去时和zz同路，车上还在为我的脖子诉苦，哼哼唧唧的。没想到兜到人家店门快关才出来，拎了沉沉的袋子，坐上地铁，突然发现脖子好像好多了，不顾地铁上的众目睽睽，大幅度的左一转再右一转，嘿嘿，果然没那么疼了。送自己两个字 “蜡烛”。

哎呀，感觉真是爽到家了。

----真正恐慌的不是被遗忘的事，而是遗忘本身。

 

 

 

早上端坐在电脑前备课，耳朵里塞着耳机听FM94.7的音乐，节目中放了一段插曲让我的听觉神经微微跳动了一下，非常耳熟悠扬的曲子，肯定是一部电影的主题曲，可是我怎么也想不起是哪部电影，原本平静的心即刻烦乱起来。一点线索也没有的感觉很差，脑子里一个个电影人物掠过：英格丽·褒曼， 格里高利·派克， 费雯丽， 赫本...但想得起来的影片仿佛都不是这首曲子的味道。有点微微的失落感。

近来发现我的记忆力出了问题，我会突然想起一张脸，4年前第一批学生中的一个，或是有过一点交情但失散了蛮久的朋友，而我却怎么也想不起名字来了。次数一多我会有一丝恐慌，复杂的味道，辨不出这味道的来源；是因为这些曾经走进我生活的人将从我的记忆里淡去直至最终影灭，我无法克制而又无可奈何的不舍，还是为悠悠岁月一点点蚕食我的记忆力而徒劳地伤感。我想还是后者的原因更多一点，虽然承认这一点时内心有点微微的刺痛。

当然这些偶尔想起的人于我将来的生活是没有影响的，大多和我将永远没有交集，所以哪怕想起的刹那，那轻轻扰动的波澜也会即刻平息。可是今天不一样，我像着了魔一样不时地在心里拿出这段音乐放了一遍又一遍，吃饭时，走路时，购物时...烦乱也就一阵阵地袭来，可不是，我是真觉得那乐曲好听，所以潜意识里不想放下，就怕到了明天，连那曲子的调都睡丢了。

晚上随意地上网，心里又惦记着那曲子，我想我肯定是被魔法棒点了一下，天降歌名"叶赛尼亚" 。而接下来的搜索也证实了果然是“叶赛尼亚”。

顷刻释然。

其实好听曲子千千万万，而有时却偏偏对某一首念念不忘，我真是不愿去解释这心理。还是饶了自己吧，何苦这么累地找到了答案，却又要毫不留情地大大批判自己一下。

呵呵...呵呵呵...

昨天去casio的维修点配表带，已经断了很久了，眼看快开学了，不得不去修好了。那店猫在永新坊的一个角落，忒难找，我从地上跑到地下，又从地下跑到地上，总算被我大眼瞄到了。

进去一问差点大跌眼镜（还好带着隐形）， 一根塑胶表带号称要价60米。我立马肉痛大呼：“塑料哎，原来表带吾是只要拾廿块好了么？”那小姐讥诮道：“60块老犟了好伐，阿拉原装额，材质吾一样额，有种表带要200多块徕。”说着翻出一根棉布条一样的表带，果真看到200多的标价，我无语，心里琢磨着：这年头，真是要与时俱进，连表带都翻着跟头涨价。我说：“这表我买来没几佃，侬帮我配根国产额好了。” 跟着一句“国产额么有”把我当场拍死了。

切，没天理，嘴上虚伪地说“谢谢”，一边捂着钱包掉头就走。晃到前面汇联商厦，电梯后面有个修表的地方，我拿着表找那老男人配，那老男人有生意做还拽得很，说：“60块的原装表带侬还嫌贵？各侬要多少价位额？”“廿块左右。”依竟然作无奈状从柜台小小小的一个角落里翻啊翻，翻出几根颜色还算配的表带，居然没一根配得上。

心下一算计，还是灰溜溜地折回永新坊，找那个“阿拉原装”好了。交了60米，出来以后心里哀嚎了半天，这年头想省钱都不容易，没省成还白吃了两顿抢白。噎得慌，看了看那穿了新衣服的表，时间还来得及，于是踱到美罗后面瑜伽去了。练完不过瘾，又踱到裕德路去做“全油”。回来时，心情又闪亮得一塌糊涂。

In the stormy evening of last Friday, with another 13 fellows, I set out in the venture to the mountainous area in South Zhe Jiang Province. We left Shanghai around 9 pm, almost 2 hours late. It's a different experience to travel at night, especially on a rainy night when everything around seems to be in a drowsy silence, except for some vehicles roaring away.When the sky cleared up, a full moon came up, glowing over the undulating hills. Everyone, for a while, retired from jerking and chuckling and looked up at the moon. For a transient moment, the air seemed to be tinged with a taste of melancholy. For so long, we haven't enjoyed such a beautiful moon, have we? Suddenly, a guy broke the silence: "It's July, 15th on the lunar calendar, my gosh, it's the Ghost Day.We need to take care!" A nerve-stimulating surprise! Another guy began to comfort us:"Don't worry, ghosts won't come out under a full moon." It's a long journey;we dozed off and waked up from time to time.Finally our bus began to reel up the moutain, and the last 100m was a rocky road near a steep cliff, under which we could see the sillouettes of some cold huge rocks that might have taken us to the hell if the bus had been bumped over the edge of the road. Fortunately, we arrived at the camping site intact at 4 am. There are many stars glittering in the sky. What a fantasitic scene！We lit up the torches and built the tents, and I fell asleep quickly after I got into my sleeping bag.

The next moring, our leader took us to the waterfall and instructed us to drop along it. The waterfall was big after the rain. It thundered down and stirred up large waves. The pond under it was turbulent and I could hardly hold myself when I tried to step across it. I quit the dropping and helped take pictures of the riskers. They were all wet through when they waded out. And in the afternoon,when the other guys were swimming in the pond (I cannot though), I just sat on the big rock by the water and dipped my feet into it. It's quite relaxing.

This is a memorable trip. And as a matter of fact, the happiness, I think, does not lie on the scenery, but on the friendly and funny atmosphere of our club.Thanks to our leader, Xue, my companions May and Betty, and many other guys who are helpful, gifted and extraordinarily humorous. 

I've just spent three days in my Uncle's house,which is in the countryside of my hometown, Ping Hu. And as a matter of fact, I was too lazy to go there and complained a lot about this trip which seemed nothing but dull to me. But Uncle wished me to go there and my family also pushed me to. Last Sunday I reluctantly packed up things and left for Ping Hu. Well, I think I left like a dog with drooping ears. My cousin picked me up when I got off the bus.

Everything, however, turns out to be quite different from what I've imagined. Uncle's house is like an animal paradize. 5 dogs, 3 cats, 12 rabbits, and a couple of chickens and ducks. Wow, it's great fun playing with the puppies and kitties. When they got familiar with my smell, they were my little tails. And it felt good when the little fat puppy clumsily crawled over my feet and licked my nails. And I, for the first time in this summer vacation, was in the mood to flip through a great novel on my cousin's bookshelf "The kite runner", a deeply moving fiction about friendship and redemption. In the evening, I went with my Auntie to reap grass and then feed the hungry rabbits. And when every family member was back, Uncle would come with a fresh melon plucked from the land. 

Isn't it a great place?