好像越长大就越不容易伤心，遇到的人多了就越容易释怀。
昨晚我梦见自己喝酒去了，场景是我常常梦到的那个，在那条街上我总是在奔跑或是寻找，这一次，我在这条街坐上了一辆巴士。我抱着电脑坐在巴士上，下车的时候却把电脑包包落在车上，于是我又奔跑了起来。我拿到了包包，就去了一家很小的店吃饭，我说老板，给我下一碗面吧。这个时侯，店里的人渐渐多了起来，他们渐渐变成了我熟悉的人，我们坐在一起，我不怎么说话，但我记得当时的气氛还是蛮好的。我说我想要一杯水，一个男生要了一杯淡淡的饮料，可是端上来却是一杯酒，说是茅台（显得不是那么烂漫了哈，为什么不是鸡尾酒什么的，哈哈）。他们喝了几口，酒就到我这儿，没什么人注意我，我就慢慢把剩下的半杯酒全部喝掉了。梦里居然有醉掉的晕呼呼的悲伤感觉。我不爱喝酒，想喝酒的时候多半是心情很糟糕的时候。喝多了就会多起来呜呜的哭。但是其实每次我都没有喝醉，我都是很清醒的，只是脚步有点飘，心理防线有点崩溃。我在哭，却不知道为了什么哭，只是觉得很悲伤，很悲伤。而现在不愿意轻易喝醉了，连酒都不怎么喝了，最近一次喝酒是因为晚上睡不好，喝了点葡萄酒来安眠。
Last night, i dreamt that i went to get some drink. The plot was a familar one- i always ran or tried to find something in that street of my dream. This time, i took a bus. I left my laptop bag in the bus then i started to run after the bus. I got my bag and went to a small restaurant. I said to the cook:"I want noodle please." Then, the restaurant became crowed and i seemed happen to know these people. I asked for a glass of water and didnt get it and a boy wanted a light drink but came a Chinese Maotai--a kind of strong white wine. He drank it and the rest was passed to me. Nobody noticed me so I drank it. I even felt i was a little bit dizzy in the dream. I dont like alcohol and it is only because i want to get myself drunk to ease my saddness. Then after i have had too much alcohol, i will hide myself and weeping--it is kind of funny--i know i am not drunk but i just feel rly rly sad. I dont drink now , nothing good to get drunk for it helps nothing. The most recent drink is half glass of red wine i used to get myself a sound sleep--only some sip and is nice and healthy.
梦的结尾不记得了，是不是在那边很悲伤的哭，我估计大抵是没有的。我记得的最后一个场景是我对小白说：我最近把被子搬到你的床铺上睡了，不知道你提前回来，今天我估计要喝醉了，没办法帮你收拾了。
I dont remember how my dream ended-- was i crying saddly in dream? i guess not. The last scene i remember was I was saying to my girlfriend Bai:" I moved to your dorm these days and i dont know you will come back beforehand. I think i am gonna drunk today and i dont think i could help you to remove my thing away from your bed...."
然后我似乎就突然醒了。醒来发现昨晚睡前忘记脱掉的睡衣居然不知道什么时候自己脱掉了，心里还吓了一跳，就一下子醒了。
Then i woke up suddenly, to find i had took off my pyjamas--(in dream) and got shocked a bit and felt wide awake.
最近又开始能记得梦境，不过都是很家常的梦。偶尔也梦见自己醒了，似乎灵魂出窍一般。
I can recall my dream again recent but were all ordinary dreams. Sometimes i dreamt i had awake -- just like the soul had left me--astral trip it is called.
越长大就越容易释怀吗？我知道自己会舍不得，伤心还是控制不住，但是嘴硬的功夫却原来越好，我那么说，多说几次，自己就会以为自己的心意是真的如自己所说的那样吧。遇到许多人后，对他们能长久的存在你身边的念想渐渐弱了。也许一开始的时候还会伸手出来，但是渐渐的却只会在原地摆出微笑的表情。每次喜欢上一个人的时候就会爱很爱，爱到不能再多一点爱，后来知道要失去了，“可是能怎么办呢？”“唔，你看，没办法，真的没方法。”“那好吧。”我知道，人总是不愿意改变，起码我是这样的，不是说不改变生活，而只是希望身边的人，不要失去。接纳一个人了，就觉得他什么都是好的，就算有缺点，也完全视而不见，C说我是很多情的，是的，我很容易动情，不论是男孩子，还是女孩子，有时候就情不自禁的喜欢上了，但这种感觉是属于自己的，是自己心里的默默的喜欢,不需要互动，互动或者还会破坏这种美好的感觉。
is it easier to let go after growing up? No. i know i am still reluctant and could not stop being sad.
写了这些乱七八糟的东西，我自己却迷糊了。不知道为什么，明明知道这是自己的博客，明明知道就算被看到也是没什么关系，但是每次写的时候，却很害怕说出自己心中的那一段主题。
After writing all this messes, i got confused myself. I don't know why, i know it is my blog and it does not matter if anyone come to read it . But whenever i am writing it, i am afraid to write down what i really want to say.
其实很简单，以上的完全都是无关紧要的废话，其实只是这样一件事请: 我喜欢上了一个人，也许我要失去他了，我很伤心，但是我还是装出没关系的样子。我不知道要和谁说这样的事，因为在别人眼里看来，这也许是离奇的，无法理解的，不值一提的。他们不会认为那可以算是一段感情，而现在我自己却也怀疑了。
It is very simple: erase all the silly sentimental part, the rest is like this: I fall in love with someone and now i think i am gonna to lose him. I am sad but pretending i am ok. I dont know to whom i could tell about my story for they wont like to listen to this, it is not worth giving spare mind to it--they will reply like this, well, they wont consider it is sort of real love and now i begin to doubt too.
Honey , you said nothing will gonna take you away from me. We Will be together.
I love you.
2009年5月11日星期一
Get On with Our Lives
Get On with Our Lives
Elder Steven E. Snow
Of the Presidency of the Seventy
Having faith is very important. John Pomfret have said that most chinese people in modern society is confronting with a sense of emptiness in moral life. What is the belief of our chinese people? I dont mean to believe in a specific imagine or religion. It is a belief, a faith, something in your heart that you can rely on and from which you get your strength. "without faith there cannot be any hope" (Moroni 7:42). With faith, one expels fear; with faith, one obtains courage; with faith, ones withstands all the obstacles. By listening to the prophets, we will have an eternal and proper perspective--then shall we firmly establish the faith in our mind and heart--as long as we have faith with us, we should always be of good cheer and at last, may we get on our lives with hearts of gratitude. Amen.
Chinese Version
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-53-1069-25,00.html
Elder Steven E. Snow
Of the Presidency of the Seventy
"By listening to the prophets, keeping an eternal perspective, having faith, and being of good cheer, we can face life’s unexpected challenges."
Elder Steven shared with us the attitude of dealing with changes in our lives. Change is an inevitable and important part of life--it brings challenges; it helps people progressing their lives. No matter welcomed or not, changes, good and bad, still come to you naturally. What should you do then? To digest it or to hide from it? Elder Steven pointed out that people who were reluctant to meet with changes were probably because they were used to the comfortable life, or they just felt fear or lacked in faith. He said that"Grandmother's lap is often more comfortable than the trials of kindergarden. Our parents' basement, with unlimited video games, may be more appealing than college, marriage, or a career" -- which is human. How can we then best prepare for the changes we must inevitably face as we progress through life?-- He gave us four advises--"By listening to the prophets, keeping an eternal perspective, having faith, and being of good cheer, we can face life’s unexpected challenges"
Keeping an eternal perspective means we should believe in that all these changes together with challenges they bring are "part of God's plan" and while we make righteous decisions, we will become stronger by undergoing God's test.Having faith is very important. John Pomfret have said that most chinese people in modern society is confronting with a sense of emptiness in moral life. What is the belief of our chinese people? I dont mean to believe in a specific imagine or religion. It is a belief, a faith, something in your heart that you can rely on and from which you get your strength. "without faith there cannot be any hope" (Moroni 7:42). With faith, one expels fear; with faith, one obtains courage; with faith, ones withstands all the obstacles. By listening to the prophets, we will have an eternal and proper perspective--then shall we firmly establish the faith in our mind and heart--as long as we have faith with us, we should always be of good cheer and at last, may we get on our lives with hearts of gratitude. Amen.
Chinese Version
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-53-1069-25,00.html
2009年5月10日星期日
2009年5月9日星期六
R u coming to balance me?
I love sitting on the edge. R u coming to balance me? Rescue?Yes yes, i need that...
Curiosity ruins life.
I do care about you.
Well , today I found a nicewebsite.We can listen to Gospel here.
http://lds.org/conference/display/0,5234,23-53,00.html
2009年5月7日星期四
The Window of A Fox
I would like to introduce a set of stories written by Anfangzhizi(Janpanese) and have been translated into Chinese by Pengyi. "The Window of A Fox" is one of my favourite and long-unforgetable stories since I was a child. I dont know any Janpanese but the translated versions are just also very very nice, guess they are nothing bad or even better compared with the origianlly one? I have never read a english-translated version. So I would like to have a try to transalted the chinese version(not the original one) since I am jobless now-_- mwahaha, do judge me if you think my translation sucks and hope you can correct my mistranslation.
I am kind of a big fan of Janpanese fairy tales which were mostly written in simple soft word and bring me tender feelings. Prince saving the princess or wars between witch and poor beauty or dragon fightings which are normally the theme of western countries--most Asian fairy stories are about animals and human( I love timid animals so lol). Well, I am sort of keen to the western-style's happyending stories too. Hmm, in a word, i enjoy tradition fairy stories which I read in my childhood(and keep reading even I have grown up lol).
The nowadays cartoon mostly socks!
The Window of A Fox
-----With fingers forming a square shape, he looked into it a fascinated world.
I could not recall what day it was that day when I got lost in the way back to my cabin in the mountain. Carrying a gun on my shoulder, I walked dreamily in the familiar trail, reminding myself leisurely about the girl I liked very much.
Suddenly, after turning a normal curve, I felt the sky was particularly bright, like a polished blue glass and even the earth seemed somehow a little blue too.
Why? Now in front of me was not the Pine forest I used to see but—I blinked twice—it was an open field with blue ballonflowers in blossom widened to infinity.
I held my breath, thinking: “Have I followed a wrong path? Where am I now?”
"Turn back!" I demanded myself. The view was so beautiful that I was a little scared. But—with a soft ripple of comfortable wind into my face and the boundless field of ballonflowers lying in front of me—it would be a pity if I just turned my way back.
“Having a short rest here would be ok and nice, just a short one” I sat down, wiping sweat off.
Suddenly a white thing flashed in front of me—a small white fox! I jumped up, chasing after it with gun firmly in my hand.
After running to a higher place, the fox dashed into flowers and disappeared.
I had to stop, wondering where it could be.
"Can I help you?" A strange voice from behind.
I was startled. By turning around, I saw a small shop with a piece of blue sign at the door, reading” Dyeing & Ballonflower Shop”. Beneath the sign stood a staff waisted a navy-colored apron. I realized instantly :”Oh, It must be the fox.” (1)
"Interesting, humph, I shall pretend to be taken on and then I will catch it.” So I managed to wear a smiling face, saying:”can I have a rest here?”
"Please, this way please." The staff transformed by the small white fox smiled back with narrow eyes.
The ground of the shop was simply soil. Five Birchwood chairs placed neatly as well as a nice table.
"Looks pretty." I sat down and took off my hat.
"Thanks sir." The fox served me a cup of tea humbly.
"A dyeing shop? What do you dye then?" I asked in half-jesting
"Anything sir, anything. Your hat, I can dye it beautiful blue." He picked up my hat from the table abruptly.
"Nonsense!" I grabbed it back in a hurry,"I don’t want any blue hat."
"Oh?" then he kept judging my upside down,"how about dyeing your scarf? Sir? Or your socks? Trousers, shirt, sweater, all can be dyed the beautiful blue."
I would like to think that, fox, as well as human-beings, likes to be rewarded. In a word, he treated me as his customer and I had had his tea, it would be inappropriate if I didn’t offer to buy any goods. I could let he dye my handkerchief I think. At this time, the fox suddenly said happily:” Well, yes, yes, sir, I can dye your fingers!”
"Dye fingers? Is that not strange?"
He smiled again with eyes squeezed to a line, placing his hands in front of me—two small white hands with thumbs and index fingers dyed blue. He put to hands side by side, four fingers formed a diamond shape, just like a window and held its hand in front of me, saying with great pleasure:" Sir, please have a look!"
I looked into the small window reluctantly—then I was shocked!
What I saw was a mature white fox—a beautiful fox mum sitting quietly with tail lifted. It was just like, a painting of fox embedded in that small window.
"What, who is this?" I almost failed to utter a word because of the tension.
"She is mum. Long time ago, she was Penged…" mournfully he murmured.
"Penged? By gun?"
"Yes, gun."
He couldn’t help holding his hand any more and lowered his hand. Without realizing he had given himself away, he continued:” My mum dead but I just eagerly wish I could see her again. Later in a similar windy autumn like today, the ballonflowers whispered to me in chorus ‘dye your fingers and make a window by them.’ So I gathered many ballonflowers and used their juice to dye my finger. It is so amazing you know. Since then I don’t feel lonely anymore for through this window I can see my mum whenever I want. "
I was so moved by what he said for I feel lonely sometimes too. I brightened my self with childlike happy, saying: "Ah, I also want a window like this! "
"Yes sir, I can dye them now! Please put your hand here." The fox was now turned to a cheerful mood.
I put my hands in the table. He brought a plate with flower juice in it and a brush. Then he began to dye my fingers slowly and carefully. Soon my thumbs and index fingers had the color like ballonflowers.
"Hey, finished, please form your window and have a look at it!"
My heart gave a great bound. I formed them to a diamond shape, trembling it in front of my eyes.
Inside the small window was a shadow of a girl. She was wearing a flower-figure dress, a hat with ribbons. Her eyes, there’s a tiny mole under her eyes…she was just the girl I liked very much but could never meet again!
I jumped up.
"Well, isn’t that good that to have your fingers dyed?"the fox smiled at me innocently.
"Ah, that is really great!"
I wanted to pay but there was no money in the pocket. "I am so sorry I didn’t bring any money with me but I think I can give you anything you want like hat, shirt, sweater or scarf, anything will be ok."
The fox replied: " Well, sir, would you please give me your gun."
I was a little reluctant but as soon as I recalled that I had just got such a wonderful window, I didn’t feel it was a pity:" Ok, here you are."
"Thank you sir, thank you very much." He took my gun and bowed promptly. Then he gave me some mushroom as present.
I asked he about the way back. He told me the Pine forest was just behind the shop and another 300 meter walk with reach my home. I walked to the back of the shop and found the familiar forest of Pine. The forest was flecked with autumn sunshine, warm and quiet.
I never expect such a secret path as well as the brilliant flower-field and the nice fox shop in the mountain which I thought I knew well… I felt very happy, humming a song, walking, placing fingers into the window shape.
This time it was raining there. It was fog-like drizzle, quiet and still. I looked into the rain a vague picture of yard once it was in my dream too. On the opposite of the yard was a set of gallery under which lied a child’s boots soaked by rain.
Suddenly I knew: that was my boots! My heart started to beat wildly for I realized my mum would come to pick the boots!
What would she wear? She would probably complain:"Ya, naughty boy, always throw things randomly."
I remembered that in the yard there was also a small garden. Mum planted vegetables. Perilla, green ones, they were probably also in the rain. Ah, mum might soon came to yard to get some vegetables…
Lamp was lighting in the home. I could hear two children’s laughter off and on mixed with the music from a radio. That was me as a child and the other was my little sister who had gone to the other world.
I sighed, put down my hands. I didn’t know why I just felt really sad. My home had been burnt down many years ago. The yard was never gonna exist any more…
Now I had these surprising fingers so I got everything and was not going to lose them!
But could you imagine the first thing I did after arrived my cabin? Ah I washed my hands unconsciously—it was just my habit. Then I realized something but the blue had been washed away. With the clean fingers I could only see through the window it formed the ceiling of my cabin however hard I tried.
That night I forgot to cook the mushroom but just sat still in dismay.
The next day I planed to return to the shop and asked him to redye my fingers. However, I could never find the original ballonflowers field—it was just Pine forest, a whole forest of Pine trees.
I kept wandering in the mountain during the following days. As long as there was something sounded like fox or as long as there was something white flashed through, I would keep myself alert and search through that direction. However, I have never met a fox again since then on.
Still I frequently make the window with fingers. I think I might see something one day. People often laugh at me for this:” Your habit is really strange!”
(1) In Janpanese tales, foxes as well as leopard cats can transform themselve to human appearances as protections or to make fun of real human-beings.
I am kind of a big fan of Janpanese fairy tales which were mostly written in simple soft word and bring me tender feelings. Prince saving the princess or wars between witch and poor beauty or dragon fightings which are normally the theme of western countries--most Asian fairy stories are about animals and human( I love timid animals so lol). Well, I am sort of keen to the western-style's happyending stories too. Hmm, in a word, i enjoy tradition fairy stories which I read in my childhood(and keep reading even I have grown up lol).
The nowadays cartoon mostly socks!
The Window of A Fox
-----With fingers forming a square shape, he looked into it a fascinated world.
I could not recall what day it was that day when I got lost in the way back to my cabin in the mountain. Carrying a gun on my shoulder, I walked dreamily in the familiar trail, reminding myself leisurely about the girl I liked very much.
Suddenly, after turning a normal curve, I felt the sky was particularly bright, like a polished blue glass and even the earth seemed somehow a little blue too.
Why? Now in front of me was not the Pine forest I used to see but—I blinked twice—it was an open field with blue ballonflowers in blossom widened to infinity.
I held my breath, thinking: “Have I followed a wrong path? Where am I now?”
"Turn back!" I demanded myself. The view was so beautiful that I was a little scared. But—with a soft ripple of comfortable wind into my face and the boundless field of ballonflowers lying in front of me—it would be a pity if I just turned my way back.
“Having a short rest here would be ok and nice, just a short one” I sat down, wiping sweat off.
Suddenly a white thing flashed in front of me—a small white fox! I jumped up, chasing after it with gun firmly in my hand.
After running to a higher place, the fox dashed into flowers and disappeared.
I had to stop, wondering where it could be.
"Can I help you?" A strange voice from behind.
I was startled. By turning around, I saw a small shop with a piece of blue sign at the door, reading” Dyeing & Ballonflower Shop”. Beneath the sign stood a staff waisted a navy-colored apron. I realized instantly :”Oh, It must be the fox.” (1)
"Interesting, humph, I shall pretend to be taken on and then I will catch it.” So I managed to wear a smiling face, saying:”can I have a rest here?”
"Please, this way please." The staff transformed by the small white fox smiled back with narrow eyes.
The ground of the shop was simply soil. Five Birchwood chairs placed neatly as well as a nice table.
"Looks pretty." I sat down and took off my hat.
"Thanks sir." The fox served me a cup of tea humbly.
"A dyeing shop? What do you dye then?" I asked in half-jesting
"Anything sir, anything. Your hat, I can dye it beautiful blue." He picked up my hat from the table abruptly.
"Nonsense!" I grabbed it back in a hurry,"I don’t want any blue hat."
"Oh?" then he kept judging my upside down,"how about dyeing your scarf? Sir? Or your socks? Trousers, shirt, sweater, all can be dyed the beautiful blue."
I would like to think that, fox, as well as human-beings, likes to be rewarded. In a word, he treated me as his customer and I had had his tea, it would be inappropriate if I didn’t offer to buy any goods. I could let he dye my handkerchief I think. At this time, the fox suddenly said happily:” Well, yes, yes, sir, I can dye your fingers!”
"Dye fingers? Is that not strange?"
He smiled again with eyes squeezed to a line, placing his hands in front of me—two small white hands with thumbs and index fingers dyed blue. He put to hands side by side, four fingers formed a diamond shape, just like a window and held its hand in front of me, saying with great pleasure:" Sir, please have a look!"
I looked into the small window reluctantly—then I was shocked!
What I saw was a mature white fox—a beautiful fox mum sitting quietly with tail lifted. It was just like, a painting of fox embedded in that small window.
"What, who is this?" I almost failed to utter a word because of the tension.
"She is mum. Long time ago, she was Penged…" mournfully he murmured.
"Penged? By gun?"
"Yes, gun."
He couldn’t help holding his hand any more and lowered his hand. Without realizing he had given himself away, he continued:” My mum dead but I just eagerly wish I could see her again. Later in a similar windy autumn like today, the ballonflowers whispered to me in chorus ‘dye your fingers and make a window by them.’ So I gathered many ballonflowers and used their juice to dye my finger. It is so amazing you know. Since then I don’t feel lonely anymore for through this window I can see my mum whenever I want. "
I was so moved by what he said for I feel lonely sometimes too. I brightened my self with childlike happy, saying: "Ah, I also want a window like this! "
"Yes sir, I can dye them now! Please put your hand here." The fox was now turned to a cheerful mood.
I put my hands in the table. He brought a plate with flower juice in it and a brush. Then he began to dye my fingers slowly and carefully. Soon my thumbs and index fingers had the color like ballonflowers.
"Hey, finished, please form your window and have a look at it!"
My heart gave a great bound. I formed them to a diamond shape, trembling it in front of my eyes.
Inside the small window was a shadow of a girl. She was wearing a flower-figure dress, a hat with ribbons. Her eyes, there’s a tiny mole under her eyes…she was just the girl I liked very much but could never meet again!
I jumped up.
"Well, isn’t that good that to have your fingers dyed?"the fox smiled at me innocently.
"Ah, that is really great!"
I wanted to pay but there was no money in the pocket. "I am so sorry I didn’t bring any money with me but I think I can give you anything you want like hat, shirt, sweater or scarf, anything will be ok."
The fox replied: " Well, sir, would you please give me your gun."
I was a little reluctant but as soon as I recalled that I had just got such a wonderful window, I didn’t feel it was a pity:" Ok, here you are."
"Thank you sir, thank you very much." He took my gun and bowed promptly. Then he gave me some mushroom as present.
I asked he about the way back. He told me the Pine forest was just behind the shop and another 300 meter walk with reach my home. I walked to the back of the shop and found the familiar forest of Pine. The forest was flecked with autumn sunshine, warm and quiet.
I never expect such a secret path as well as the brilliant flower-field and the nice fox shop in the mountain which I thought I knew well… I felt very happy, humming a song, walking, placing fingers into the window shape.
This time it was raining there. It was fog-like drizzle, quiet and still. I looked into the rain a vague picture of yard once it was in my dream too. On the opposite of the yard was a set of gallery under which lied a child’s boots soaked by rain.
Suddenly I knew: that was my boots! My heart started to beat wildly for I realized my mum would come to pick the boots!
What would she wear? She would probably complain:"Ya, naughty boy, always throw things randomly."
I remembered that in the yard there was also a small garden. Mum planted vegetables. Perilla, green ones, they were probably also in the rain. Ah, mum might soon came to yard to get some vegetables…
Lamp was lighting in the home. I could hear two children’s laughter off and on mixed with the music from a radio. That was me as a child and the other was my little sister who had gone to the other world.
I sighed, put down my hands. I didn’t know why I just felt really sad. My home had been burnt down many years ago. The yard was never gonna exist any more…
Now I had these surprising fingers so I got everything and was not going to lose them!
But could you imagine the first thing I did after arrived my cabin? Ah I washed my hands unconsciously—it was just my habit. Then I realized something but the blue had been washed away. With the clean fingers I could only see through the window it formed the ceiling of my cabin however hard I tried.
That night I forgot to cook the mushroom but just sat still in dismay.
The next day I planed to return to the shop and asked him to redye my fingers. However, I could never find the original ballonflowers field—it was just Pine forest, a whole forest of Pine trees.
I kept wandering in the mountain during the following days. As long as there was something sounded like fox or as long as there was something white flashed through, I would keep myself alert and search through that direction. However, I have never met a fox again since then on.
Still I frequently make the window with fingers. I think I might see something one day. People often laugh at me for this:” Your habit is really strange!”
(1) In Janpanese tales, foxes as well as leopard cats can transform themselve to human appearances as protections or to make fun of real human-beings.
Yo! what a lovely day!
Taken and Photoshopped by Myself on 7th May 2009I received an offer from an University in UK but hmm well, guess i am considering to turn it down. It is in such a hurry if I go abroad and mostly because that would cause my family a big sum of money and I am wondering whether it worth it or not. But I really want to go there because Tom is there. I just want to be closer to him. I love him.
Maybe it will take a bit longer time. But I will just keep trying. Sowwi honey.
(It is in fact not a lovely day and I am just pretending it is lovely. You know a chinese saying that to repeat a lie five times it would turn into a truth. So what a lovely day! Yeah, rly lovely, lovely)
2009年5月6日星期三
Unconditionally
I like watching Gossip Girl mostly because the pretty dresses girls wearing in it. And also I am a big fan of the wicked Chuck Bass. In S2E23, he said:"becouse i love her,and i can't make her happy".
Because I love you, and I want you to be happy. I love you because I love you. It is love out of love. Whenever I am in love, I am in it whole-heartedly. That is a great feeling, isn't it? Muffin, dont be afraid, you are not only a dessert. Even if you have to be, just keep ur self sweetie and make the taster a nice feeling--dont even bother urself to leave him a long unforgetable feeling, just make him a happy moment.
Love you xxxx
Because I love you, and I want you to be happy. I love you because I love you. It is love out of love. Whenever I am in love, I am in it whole-heartedly. That is a great feeling, isn't it? Muffin, dont be afraid, you are not only a dessert. Even if you have to be, just keep ur self sweetie and make the taster a nice feeling--dont even bother urself to leave him a long unforgetable feeling, just make him a happy moment.
Love you xxxx
2009年5月4日星期一
2008-10-11 14:08:48
海角七号
昨天晚上看的这部片子，看的时候就像我一定要一定要为它写点什么才好。熟悉的家乡话，熟悉的腔调，熟悉的举止，都让我在夜里蛰伏着的心无限的放大了。
打出来的广告是范的最新高分爱情喜剧。但吸引我去看这部片子的是它的电影原声。范的那首《无乐不作》让我觉得快乐，这就是流行乐的好处，它总是那么简单，波澜不惊，无忧无虑，直白的让人痛快。
我原本以为这就是一部简单的小青年间的你爱我我爱他然后你爱我我也爱上你然后大家一起快乐的在一起，所以我只留出40分钟的时间打算过一下就去睡觉，但是不知道是第几分钟，也许用日语深情书写的情书，也许是在教堂里那拉到让人断气的阿门，也许是电梯里那个颇似陈的小女孩还有像黑社会老大的大伯们脚上的节拍：谁说我们恒春没人才；也许是他说，这面海这么漂亮，我们自己却看不到，这是为什么呢；也许是他说喂，谈吉他是一件很快乐的事。也许是他说，我是代表会主席，身高170，体重75，今年60岁。我最大的兴趣，就是吵架，打架，杀人，放火。而我最大的心愿，就是把整个恒春放火烧掉，然后把所有年轻人，叫回自己家乡，重新再造，自己做老板，别外出当人家伙计。
是的，在我看来，这部电影和范帅无关，和爱情无关，和喜剧无关。
这是一个关于root的故事。
音乐是让人快乐的东西，一定不要忘记这一点。
虽然这是台北的故事，但我从小就是在一样一样的环境里长大的。现在我离开了家乡，当我听到他说，海这么美，为什么留不住年轻人的时候，我有何等的感动。海这么美，我为什么没有留住它，在梦里，我梦不到海，也想象不起它的样子，那海泛着珊瑚色的晚霞以及珍珠的光泽。它没有留住我，却让我无法停止思念。
还有茂伯阿，无比可爱的茂伯阿。无比倔强又可爱的茂伯阿。纤瘦的八弦琴老人家！
还有马拉桑，努力生活的小人物，有点萎缩有时也挺讨厌的，但却是在为自己的生活卑微却不低下的活着，他的存在也许不重要，他的执着却让人感动，他被人瞧不起，但是他却依旧陪着笑脸。
还有老交通员！中年交通员！还有水蛭！
还有，那是我见过的最动人的情书
海角七号
昨天晚上看的这部片子，看的时候就像我一定要一定要为它写点什么才好。熟悉的家乡话，熟悉的腔调，熟悉的举止，都让我在夜里蛰伏着的心无限的放大了。
打出来的广告是范的最新高分爱情喜剧。但吸引我去看这部片子的是它的电影原声。范的那首《无乐不作》让我觉得快乐，这就是流行乐的好处，它总是那么简单，波澜不惊，无忧无虑，直白的让人痛快。
我原本以为这就是一部简单的小青年间的你爱我我爱他然后你爱我我也爱上你然后大家一起快乐的在一起，所以我只留出40分钟的时间打算过一下就去睡觉，但是不知道是第几分钟，也许用日语深情书写的情书，也许是在教堂里那拉到让人断气的阿门，也许是电梯里那个颇似陈的小女孩还有像黑社会老大的大伯们脚上的节拍：谁说我们恒春没人才；也许是他说，这面海这么漂亮，我们自己却看不到，这是为什么呢；也许是他说喂，谈吉他是一件很快乐的事。也许是他说，我是代表会主席，身高170，体重75，今年60岁。我最大的兴趣，就是吵架，打架，杀人，放火。而我最大的心愿，就是把整个恒春放火烧掉，然后把所有年轻人，叫回自己家乡，重新再造，自己做老板，别外出当人家伙计。
是的，在我看来，这部电影和范帅无关，和爱情无关，和喜剧无关。
这是一个关于root的故事。
音乐是让人快乐的东西，一定不要忘记这一点。
虽然这是台北的故事，但我从小就是在一样一样的环境里长大的。现在我离开了家乡，当我听到他说，海这么美，为什么留不住年轻人的时候，我有何等的感动。海这么美，我为什么没有留住它，在梦里，我梦不到海，也想象不起它的样子，那海泛着珊瑚色的晚霞以及珍珠的光泽。它没有留住我，却让我无法停止思念。
还有茂伯阿，无比可爱的茂伯阿。无比倔强又可爱的茂伯阿。纤瘦的八弦琴老人家！
还有马拉桑，努力生活的小人物，有点萎缩有时也挺讨厌的，但却是在为自己的生活卑微却不低下的活着，他的存在也许不重要，他的执着却让人感动，他被人瞧不起，但是他却依旧陪着笑脸。
还有老交通员！中年交通员！还有水蛭！
还有，那是我见过的最动人的情书
a kiss from duke
i read a nice story about dog today.
it is about a girl and her dog called "duke"
duke died because of age. and that day duke died was a terrible day for the girl.she kept crying when going to work. then she came across a boy in subway.they had a nice day, cake , swimming and then something, when the day end the boy said :"this year is going to end and tomorrow is another year. till today, i am happy, till today"and he kissed the girl, the girl was astonished, because the kiss felt like duke's kiss.the boy said "i love you too very much. i just come to say this to you , bye, take care" and then he walked in to the street and disappeared .
it is about a girl and her dog called "duke"
duke died because of age. and that day duke died was a terrible day for the girl.she kept crying when going to work. then she came across a boy in subway.they had a nice day, cake , swimming and then something, when the day end the boy said :"this year is going to end and tomorrow is another year. till today, i am happy, till today"and he kissed the girl, the girl was astonished, because the kiss felt like duke's kiss.the boy said "i love you too very much. i just come to say this to you , bye, take care" and then he walked in to the street and disappeared .
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