Dammit all to hell

弄設計弄到早上五點多，然後睡覺。昏昏沉沉做了一個夢，裏面好像還在弄設計，排版什麽的。忘了。一覺醒來天已經大亮，趕忙看手機，結果才9：03分，還收到了汪同學發的一條六一快樂信息，迷糊閒轉發給了好幾個人，然後又接著睡。太陽照進來很亮，拉窗簾了又很悶，於是就開了電扇。睡到13：00多起床，找小頭頭要兩位導師的郵箱，發完了東西預示著將來可以有小小的一段時間是自由的了。


昨天下午去新東方領獎學金，四百大洋。  但是，光考BEC前後就花去了一千多，所以發自内心來講，我還是郁悶的。


土豆又重新回歸單身，在此我要恭喜她。這是她獲得新生的一次機會。


Sarah Mclachlan的音樂適合純情和柔情的種，當催眠曲也可以；Radiohead適合被damn掉的種；Gothic搖滾則適合所有人類。
1.6.05 07:32


One more thing

補充一句，六一快樂。


我們都是孩子。
1.6.05 07:41


忘記了吧


你在哪？活著還是死去？忘掉吧，統統忘掉。
3.6.05 07:01


轉眼十六載

十六年間，斗轉星移，物是人非


很多人倒下，卻無人站起


物欲將理想吞噬，殘存的火種是那麽黯淡


卑鄙是卑鄙者的通行證，高尚是高尚者的墓誌銘


是劫後餘生，抑或自掘墳墓，時間會説明一切


明鏡自在人心，歷史不容篡改
4.6.05 10:51


Some random thoughts came into mind

Insatiability is a one-way ticket to the unfathomable abyss of pain.


Many want to change the world while few want to change themselves.


Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. I'm not an angel.


Not only misery, but insomnia, loves company.


 


Will post something during the day. So exausted. I'm heading for the bed ...
4.6.05 19:48


Candidates for 'The Happiest Man Of 6 June 2005'

Being happy sometimes we need to find ourselves some excuses, even deceptive ones. Because I've been told countless times that happiness is more than a luxury nowadays. But often times, it will cost us nothing other than several handred kilocalories of heat, depending on how happy we want to or could be--laughing is an energy-consuming sport.


I'm not sure about the rest of the world. For me, I know three, or maybe, four people who are qualified enough to be crowned the title 'The Happiest Man Of 6 June 2005'.


Let me start from the first two fellas. Actually they are a couple. The wife is my mother and the husband, my father of course. 24 years ago yesterday, they joined hands together and set off their ship of marriage. After so many ups and downs, the wife and husband has grown old and their ship is now sailing in an ocean of very small waves. Fortunately enough, they have  company, a little big man resembling both, who made them laugh like 10-year-old kids. So Candidate No. 1 and 2: my parents, for their 24th wedding aniversary.


Now as for the next candidate I'll present this Flower Lady. Apparently I have all the reason to have her as one. She runs a little flower store not far away from my home and its proximity to our residential community secured her quite a large fortune yesterday. I bought from her a bunch of flowers made up of 24 red roses and two lilies, which relentlessly costed me 100 yuan (approximately $12.5). And I still remember her smirking face when showing me the bill. How lucky I was to have bought red roses when their price is soaring. So Candidate No 3: the Flower Lady, for the gravy she earned accidentally from a silly boy.


How about the last one? Technically speaking, he was not an excellent buyer but mentally he is of course above the average. How many of us know or remember their parents' wedding aniversary today in this country lacking the sense of romance? In light of this, he is qualified enough. And surely he consumed his own kilocalories of heat.


And, who should win the title?

7.6.05 21:07


一如既往

和可愛的業煉同學以及一些開口就說錯的同志們在同一閒教室練習雅思口語。


進行著每天應該幹的事情，等待著該發生或者不該發生的事情。


我還活著，多好。
13.6.05 16:36


Gibberish squeezed out of my mouth

... or another confession I am about to make. I feel like a drained pen, running out of ink, unable to create any words. Refill it? A pen can not refill itself. Plus where does the ink come from?  The same logic, my head is becoming an empty box, resembling a skull. No more idea flying out of it? Surely not. I merely see no chance of a quick recovery or bottom out.


If possible, I'd rather be a goose feather pen with a hard end that needs frequent sharpening. More old fashioned perhaps but I wouldn't care as long as it runs more smoothly and doesn't run out of ink. No reservior is needed so it will never become drained. Oh yes, how about the inkwell? And the not so welcomed 'blot'?


I'm getting on the ship of Mental Below Average. Put the three initials together in capital letter and what do you see? Yes you get it.   
14.6.05 20:29


簡單地說就是，

最近寫不出東西，中英文都寫不出來。腦子進水了，要抗洪。大災之後還要防大疫。


哎，唉。
14.6.05 20:35


我想我是瘋了

18號交畢業設計的所有東西。現在距6月18號還有差不多24小時，而我還有中英文摘要、5000字文獻翻譯、實習日記（兩個月）、實習週記（四篇）、實習總結報告等等若干東西等待完成。現在我居然在這兒敲鍵盤，很顯然，要麽是我的效率將會極高，要麽我就是瘋了。


真好，又可以見到日出了。
16.6.05 17:13


Knife sharpener


Came across this old knife sharpener on my way back home today. This used to be a common scene one is likely to catch some ten years ago. A knife sharpener, shouldering a long bench with two or three drawers at each end, provides the knife sharpening service by hawking along alleyways. Often times, it is an old man just like the one above. Mom told me that kitchen knives used in average Chinese families were very heavy ones made of iron. Some of the knives were even made and sold by ironsmiths in earlier times. But now, such sharpeners are so rearly seen in urban area and are only old-timer attraction.


I just stood there watching, three or four meters detached from him. The old man simply kept himself occupied with the job, and no more interest was shown to me except for a glimpse.


I wondered what his children might be doing. I wondered what his accommodation might be like. And his old wife, grandchildren maybe. In my memory, a sharpener who served me ten years ago or so earned two kuai out of each knife. I wondered what the price is now.


镪刀老人，回家路上偶遇。我仅仅站在一旁，透过相机的显示屏默默地看他。老人须发全白，皮肤黝黑，小臂肌肉依然有力。但他的动作已经显出些许迟钝。他很真地磨着，看了我一眼便不再抬头。我在他身旁三四米的地方站了足足一分钟，然后离开。


十年前的某一个夏天，我拿着家里的切菜刀兴奋的跑到楼下，循着吆喝声找到镪刀人。他一边磨我一边看，仿佛等待着一件艺术品的诞生。之后，他收了两块钱。


不知现在的行情如何，更不知十年之后这位老人是否还健在，还能不能在炎热的夏季听到金属互相摩擦发出的铿锵声响。
19.6.05 10:59


煩了

寫的一大堆東西，最後一點submit統統沒有了。20six居然也出現跟blogcn一樣的毛病，shit。惹毛了我就搬家。不寫了，煩了。
20.6.05 18:08


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