Digging out a lot of stuff when moving.  Seems like stuffs were put away to be finally thrown away one day..gosh it was a hell lot!

But some of those were once again, put away in files/boxes. 

So that when its time to move again they would re-appear,

so that from time to time they can be dug out and reviewed,

so that there'll be a moment to putting myself piece by piece together (meanwhile selectively discarding some),

and feeling amazed .  What a life.

Home.  I am coming home.  Wow.

新聞紙寫著, 無線體育新聞主任伍晃榮病逝.

「無線電視記者, 伍晃榮報導」 

聽著聽著  總是在吃飯的時候  正確一點是總是在家差不多吃完午/晚飯的時候, 就聽到這一句話.  一年又一年, 聽著聽著.  以前在家的確跟電視關係要密切一點.

我想, 以後在電視看見足球新聞, 都會記起他的聲音.

It felt strange to be blinded by the sun that afternoon.

Unfamiliar, but true enough, that I was under full sunshine and felt nothing of it.

Perhaps that's my first time to enjoy the waterfront, after working right next to it for years.

I felt like an empty bottle left on the bank. 

And it reminds me of Edvard Munch's "The Scream".

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My best wishes to a friend who is leaving.  May she comes home soon.