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April 30 蓝色火焰   铁血队长Terry高举奖杯，刚才在沙场上奋战的苦似乎全然忘却。上半场已受伤，一拐一拐的他坚持不被替换。我知道他想什么。队长想屹立着见证历史的诞生。去年蓝军相隔50年再度夺冠，今年卫冕肯定是另一种滋味。
狂人教头“魔力鸟”再显特立独行的怪性格。接过金牌后第一时间冲过去观众席抛给球迷。颁奖人不久再补颁一枚，他又是二话不说，冲过去再抛。过后他解释：“去年拿过一样的奖牌了。”换言之，不稀罕。
非常崇拜这位在英国岛上蔑视众生的葡萄牙人。很像在另一个在孤岛上张牙舞爪的李敖，奋斗型的天才人物，有惊人的成就，同时喜欢搞怪，经常不按牌理出牌。男人就得有股狂气！
西装笔挺的阿布，腼腆地笑了。
三年前这俄罗斯石油大亨买下Chelsea，撒下近亿的英镑来收购好球员，一心打算把这只二流英超球队打造成冠军。当时在报章读到这新闻，心里暗想：好一个梦想家。
当年还是Man United 和Arsenal垄断的时代，他一个外行人竟有此接近疯狂的想法！从那时开始，以前对足球嗤之以鼻的我慢慢成为蓝军的支持者。佩服有奇特梦想又不顾一切去追求的人。三年下来几乎每一场都看，有的还赌，我成了Chelsea的铁竿球迷。
看到阿布再次圆梦，我能感觉到他的满足感。
昨晚蓝军在主场痛宰红魔，赠死对头三粒蛋，提前两轮登基。我乐疯了，一个人在客厅乱喊乱叫。自己灌自己三杯Jin Tonic，暂时把考试那回事抛在脑后。
伦敦的夜空燃起醉人的蓝色火焰，全场数万球迷沸腾，蓝军战士引吭高歌' Why are we the Champions'....数万人一条心，众志成城的精神有难以言喻的感染力。
这是足球的魅力。
April 28 一字一元（可惜是港币）过去一星期每天教两个小时的补习，学生是一对可爱的泰国姐弟。
傍晚跑步，其余时间躲在房里念书。考试迫在眉睫。
下午收到电邮，读者文摘编辑下战书，问我是否有兴趣写一篇450字的牛西兰见闻。
我的牛西兰见闻能写成450页的书呢！怎么只有450个字？
500港币，好过没有。手痒，抽空把blog里头的两篇，剪剪贴贴，附上照片，刚才寄了去。
采花贼
纽西兰的夏天正式登场。今天的奇异果花开得很茂盛，比起前两天多出不少。二十多个来打短期工的各国背包客分散开去。 采花贼的任务简单：对象只能是雄的，而且还要含苞待放，太嫩太老都不行。 早晨空气冰冷，枝叶积满露水。每采一朵，树身哆嗦，冷水往下洒，外套都湿透了。进入无人地带，异常宁静。时闻鸟语，处处花香，无数蜜蜂在我身旁辛勤采蜜，互不相干。挺有意思的工作，不过得一直把头高高抬起，久了颈项酸痛。 鸟唱的歌略嫌单调，便戴上耳机，一边听着熟悉的音乐，一边专注地采。 越采越快。 中午时分席地而坐，取出自备的三文治匆匆吃完继续奋斗。下午5点停工时，我两袋的收获比起香港朋友多了两倍有余。不过扣了惊人的20%所得税后，一公斤只剩4块多；二十公斤的白花，换来不足一百纽币的血汗钱。 手脚最慢的Winson觉得不可思议，直呼：“你怎么那么快！” 他有所不知。我这三天在采花时，脑筋不停转动，努力想着提高速度的方法：双手并用，每一把抓五六朵，不会漏手；每一棵树分四个方位，转一圈不会重复。后来干脆只采垂在眼前的，太高太低的不采，快速地往下一棵树移动，效率进一步提升。 哈，劳动活儿也得靠巧思啊。想不到我在第三天便修成正果，从小贼晋升为大盗！
April 22 Possible WorldsImagine a world in which you have 2 heads, just like the rest of your two-headed friends and foes. It is possible. It is a possible catastrophe of collective genetic mutation.
Imagine a world in which Siling Primary School manages to produce the best PSLE students in Singapore 3 years in a row. It is also possible, provided the principal Mdm Teo and her lovely teachers are somehow able to disguise into kids and sit for the exam. All these capable educators then enjoy the highest pay on the island. It's a happy world.
These are Possible Worlds; worlds where things happen according to huma beings' intrinsic imagination and sense of logic.
Worlds where '1+1=3' or 'you are taller than yourself' are Impossible Worlds. Philosophers always pretend to be smart and busy, refusing to spend time on nonsensical scenarios.
Succintly, PW is ANOTHER way that things could possibly happen. Logically.
Some realists (people who believe in the genuine existence of everything! including abstract entities like ghosts, numbers, hapiness and whatever concepts you mind can come up with) even push the metaphor to the extremity. They start to claim that PWs exist somewhere somehow just like our world and those strange inhabitants in PWs eat sleep die just like us as well.
The 2-headed ZC is skydiving in another PW (I bet he has better view than me) and this-worldly ZC is writing a weird blog entry right now. 2 ZCs are equally real; both ZCs insist that his world is 'actual' and both are right. Just like my utterance "I'm blogging NOW" and Plato's "I'm writing NOW". Both "NOW" carry same truth.
What is the point of postulating these imaginary worlds? For those ivory-tower-dwellers, it has tremendous intellectual values. Though it is apparently absurd to laymen.
So why writing these boring stuff here? Well, I have been overly frustrated by this particular topic for the past few days. I hope to share and spread my sentiments.
I shall not pursue the topic further since the technicality is suffocating (I'm still in the process of making sense of the arguments myself, for the sake of my coming exam).
Philosophy is beautiful per se, for it opens your eyes to some amazing concepts. It is at least entertaining just to think that some great brains out there are spending a life time just to debate the plausibility of PWs or trying to convince innocent minds with impeccable logic that "YOU really exists in infinite worlds!")
For me, NZ is a Possible World! The sheep and cows are still lazing around and, alas, my mates are slogging at vineyards at this very moment. I have this strange feeling every time I return from overseas; people I met, places I travelled, food I sampled are all left behind for good, welcome to my own world.
They lead their lives in their own way in different time (zone) and different space. Spatiotemporal isolation is the basic criterion for PW parlance. Infinite PWs coexist but no interaction possible.
But wait a minute. My version of PWs doesn't supervene merely logical space, it exists in physical dimension. NZ is only a day of flight away from Singapore! It's an era of budget airlines! With a pieace of magical paper, we can break the spell of PW anytime!
Go to hell Possible Worlds! April 18 接轨不知不觉，回来了近一周。
从天地无垠的牛西兰南北岛，飞过重洋，回到人满为患的新加坡，终于能够歇一歇脚的感觉真好。半年光阴化为一段难得的游历。毕竟累了，把那双翅膀暂时锁好，期待下次的飞翔。
最后三个星期我开了五千公里的车，千山万水，无数赞叹，回头一看，还是自己小小的家最美；半年内与五湖四海的众多背包客打交道，有的只在乎曾经拥有，有的成为好友，不过回到原点，朋友依然老的好。
仿佛我离开只有数日，家人、老友，别来无恙。半年前我独自乘上“牛西兰自由号”列车，他们在月台欢送，我到那遥远的国度寻找一些什么。遥远国度中的半年可能是现实世界的数日，列车很快开回月台，一张张可爱的面孔微笑着等候，等候我和原本的轨道衔接。一切多么熟悉，因为我上车的那一刻，把他们深深藏在心中，伴我展开未知的旅程。
万物不断在变，说不变是骗人的。我本身或许有了些许质变，是什么呢？短时间内无法理清。至少昨晚和今早的照片是有分别的：流浪汉又恢复师表模样了！可喜可贺！ April 05 PossibilityWhen Heiko, a friend whom I kayaked together with for 3 days in the forest, invited me to his house, i replied in email: according to my plan, I will travel in the south island for a month before taking a flight from Chistchurch to Auckland and then back to Singapore. So sad to tell you that it's not possible to visit you in Wellington.
However, true enough, there is nothing impossible in this world.
About 2 weeks ago I left my small grey bag in a sandwish shop. After driving for another few more hours to get to another town, I realized my mistake and called that shop. My grey bag is gone for good. My passport and airticket inside decided to leave me behind and launch their own journey.
Being a seasoned backapacker, i reckon myself to be as careful if not more than most other people with all these travel essentials. But true enough, there is nothing impossible in this world: I have committed this stupid mistake for the first time in my travel history.
I stick to my plan and still drive around this beautiful south island for more than 3 weeks. I'm going back to Blenheim today to collect my laptop (i lent it to my friends there so that they can tap on some free wireless network for free internet access) and back to Chirstchurch tomorrow to return my rented car and take a flight to Wellington on the very same night.
Where are my passport and airticket at this moment? In whose hands are they now?
While I ponder over their mysterious where-about every now and then, I'm getting myself ready to fly to Wellington to meet my friend Heiko. I foresee a fun reunion with this funny guy and look forward to the first meeting with his wife and baby.
The possibility to lose something always coexists with the possibility to gain something! What a beautiful world!
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