Tuesday, March 27, 2007

A L'ETE, JE VAIS EN FRANCE


summer exchange的结果今天终于出来了。没怎么兴奋,虽然没有当作是囊中之物,担心重复去年的不幸。

发现一个很赞的网站!忙着下载。
http://www.classicfm.com/sectional.asp?id=13287

Monday, March 26, 2007

P-I-A-N-O


电脑坏掉了,半天重启了大概十次。今天只好跑到宿舍楼下的电脑房写报告。电脑房旁边是琴房,传来阵阵柔美的音乐,不禁把写报告这件事也变得轻松有趣很多。可惜别人可以制造出这么优美的声音,我只能发出一阵一阵的难听的打字的声音,哎,嫉妒嫉妒!!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

LOVE THE LYRICS


Walk On


And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight...

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one
Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the heart is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme...


Music: U2
Lyrics: Bono

Friday, March 23, 2007

NO ABOLISHMENT OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!


写elc的paper,关于死刑是不是该被废除。全班十几个人选择了这个主题,却只有我一个站在“不该废除”的立场上。也许另一个立场的确比较容易写,但是既然老师说要follow our gut feeling,我还是选择了孤军奋战。看了一些死刑犯的案件,有人杀人的动机真的是因为无聊,无所事事!有人在
酒吧旅店跟人随便寒暄几句,之后就被残忍的捅了31刀悲惨的死去!对于这种人,除了死刑还能怎样??让他们在度过将近十年的整个法律程序之后才被处死,已经不大公平了!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

I MISS MY BED


555今天大概又没得睡了。这两个星期太难熬了啊!复活节前的黑暗!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

MUSIC AND LYRICS


各么换轻松
一点的曲子来听。情人节的时候跟两个女人一起吃饭看电影。可怜整个又一城里比较像样的餐馆都被定掉了,我们在吃了n次闭门羹之后去了三明治店,千辛万苦找到一个小小的空桌子。看看周围,都是不成双不成对的,都被逼到三明治店里来了。
晚上在我的半强迫半恳求下看了music and lyrics,真对不住claire小朋友,不过她睡得还是挺香的。片头的80年代的偶像mv博得我们一致的赞赏,英国二人组合,不就是wham!嘛。不过休大叔真是不适合唱歌跳舞,来来去去就这么几把刷子,也是电影后半段失色的原因之一啊。这首歌还是蛮好听的,那个扮演歌手的女生,jos爱她的长相,我爱她的歌声,嗯,有前途!

Monday, March 19, 2007

ROMEO AND JULIET


BENVOLIO: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

ROMEO: Not having that which, having, makes them short.

看莎翁的剧本,真是巨吃力阿。

Saturday, March 17, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PA


jos说是因为心存感激。好像是真的。
没事找事。

Thursday, March 15, 2007

WEEK OF PANDA


一整个星期精神奇差,连最喜欢的法语课上也没忍住瞌睡,只是为了星期二的期中考。预留了整个周末复习,沮丧的发现超乎寻常的难,只好星期一晚上通宵开夜车,结果早上打瞌睡一不小心睡过了头,上课迟到。还好老师把测验时间放在了后半堂课,不然亏大发了。熊猫眼顶到现在还没有退下去,哎,以后怎么混四大啊。
跟女人们热情的讨论以后租房子的事情。我说,我要每个星期都买花,养在漂亮的花瓶里。jos说,我要养草,种在泥土里,看着它慢慢长大。elsa说,我要一块留言板,要黑板不是白板哦,还要彩色的粉笔,就像小时候出黑板报一样。我和jos无语。。。

Sunday, March 11, 2007

YN PREPARATION

去丽江的机票贵啊!来去加起来差不多要3000,贵啊!贵到让我起了跟旅行社的念头了都。
日程安排也没什么进展,这两天忙着准备期中考,这学期的课为什么都这么难!!
大致的计划是,香格里拉四天,虎跳峡一天,泸沽湖一天,剩下来的边角料时间用来逛丽江古镇。


PS. 在未来同事的space上看到的照片,满搞。。。不过,哎,我也一点都不记得是怎么做的了。。。




Friday, March 09, 2007

DECISIONS


KPMG, that's it!
参加了两个公司派对,从两点多一直站到十点多,酸痛的腰腿总算换来一个最后的斩钉截铁的决定。说来也是我这个人太贪心,太放不开。而且,到了真正做决定的时候,才发现我是多么的目光短浅,本末倒置,哎。
另一个决定是,将和jos,elsa一起租房。原来那两个女人背着我,已经讨论得热火朝天了,昨天晚上才告诉我。我装作不爽得问,你们就知道我一定跟你们住吗?elsa眼睛也不抬得说,当然assume你跟我们一起啦,你不想?那就不要你了。我听了暴窝心啊。
昨天偶然翻出一张去年收到的生日卡。看着上面的祝福,才意识到,自己是一个对人多么不公平、多么小气小心眼的人。因为这样而生了很多无谓的气,实在也是自找的啊。

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

FROM XX'S

一棵会开花的树


席慕蓉

如何让你遇见我
在我最美丽的时刻

为这
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛让我们结一段尘缘
佛於是把我化做一棵树
长在你必经的路旁

阳光下
慎重地开满了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望

当你走近
请你细听
那颤抖的叶
是我等待的热情

而当你终於无视地走过
在你身後落了一地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
那是我凋零的心

从宿舍通往学校的路上的木棉花又开始一颗一颗的坠下了,jos小朋友最喜欢的景色。光秃秃的没有叶子的枝头,吃力的撑起一朵朵硕大的红色木棉,到无力支撑的时候,重重的摔在地上,仿佛可以听见落地的声音,看见厚实的花朵从地上弹起来的样子。听说小中甸在六月底的时候是一片杜鹃花海,四月的时候,能见到青青的草原和几头悠闲的牛羊,应该就不错了吧。以前养的名叫汤团的小仙人球死掉了,挺久之前死的,我挺若无其事的,最近才想起来跟jos和elsa说一声,这两人都跳了起来,纷纷指责我的冷酷无情。嗯,有的时候我好像的确会这个样子。想起某片沙滩上曾经发生过的残忍一幕。邪恶的我。
然而并不是百毒不侵的我。有些歌的确是毒药,会上瘾,一遍一遍的听,沉浸在越来越深的悲哀中,好像慢性自杀。

WANNA FLY AWAY


是继续住宿舍,还是外出租房呢?各有各的好。发现我自己不适宜独居,容易消沉抑郁。得有个室友,时不时抬两句杠才会舒坦。

四月初去云南的事情终于初见端倪,这两天搜集驴友资料中。说来,这还是我第一次正儿八经在内地自由行,看上去还是挺困难的,高原反应、骑马爬山等等。elsa同学同去是定了的,上海的两个小朋友临阵居然露出退缩的意思。哎。征集同去者。

Monday, March 05, 2007

I AM A HOPELESS CASE


今天分别跟两个人怄了气。不爽。不爽。

Saturday, March 03, 2007

LAZY SATURDAY AFTERNOON


刚重温了the holiday,没办法,没内涵的人就是喜欢看没深度的片子。没想到,上海的盗版碟居然还附送OST,赚到了哦!

some quotes from Amazon:

Arthur Abbott: Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman, "I just need bottoms," and the woman says, "I just need a top." They look at each other and that's the 'meet cute.'

Amanda: You know Graham, I just broke up with someone and considering you just showed up and you're insanely good-looking and probably won't remember me anyway... I'm thinking we should have sex... If you want.
Graham: Is that a trick question?

Graham: I have the classic male problem of no follow through. Absolutely never remember to call after a date - but as this wasn't a date, I guess I'm off the hook.

Iris: Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.
Miles: Exactly, and on top of that there's the old standby, I can't believe a girl like that would actually be with a guy like me.

Miles: Iris, if you were a melody... I used only the good notes.

Miles: Don't blow away.

Arthur Abbott: Iris, in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason, you're behaving like the best friend.

Iris: You're supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for God's sake!

Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

Iris: It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little peices of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.