nada

这世界太多yy的玩意了

2009-05-14T22:25:00.002+08:00

毕业照拼贴

……

2009-05-12T00:21:00.002+08:00

孤独
也能使胳膊肘
去擦红双眼，
何曾不想用这模糊地眼
去看不清世界；

看清了
很累且没法依靠

幸运的诗人们呐
你们只要呼唤缪斯
就能获得灵感，

我该呼唤什么
才能获得爱呢？

小小的飛行

2009-05-03T20:48:00.002+08:00

最近挺開心的，因為碰到一張很耐聽，也很愛聽的專輯。
據說裏面的音樂屬於城市民謠，對這個術語我倒是比較陌生，不過回想自己喜歡聽的音樂，林一峰應該也屬於城市民謠歌手。

說說自己喜歡的原因吧

①既然是在網路上遇到的，那麼無法避免首先是被可愛的封面吸引的，具體怎樣可愛我也無法表達，反正有點卡通，有點小頑固，嗯，有點脫俗，還有裏面的清新色彩是自己比較鍾愛的搭配。

②過去老聽一峰，鄧小姐，陳先生的歌，換換口味聽些新生的歌曲吧。聽罷，發現此新生事物足以完全打消自己對港台多數新人音樂品質的成見。

③林一峰的歌詞，寫了很多城市人的孤獨，而這裡的歌詞卻讓孤獨的我找到了些許力量，畢竟啊，這個logos在這個世界崩潰之後，我自己倒是需要一些不太虛無的勸告的，起碼這張cd聽起來不是天馬星空的跨談理想和未來。

④節奏我只能說，如果我要拍一段電影，需要這cd做些插曲，我連那段哪個場景配上哪首都想過了。

⑤簡介說，這對可愛的男女歷經了700多個街頭演唱。於是我知道，夢想可不是說出了，聽出來和想出來的。

2009-05-01T12:49:00.000+08:00

明明是一堆玻璃渣，
拾起却还要拼凑不同的样式供人赏玩；
文明的罹难者，
于何处，
都没有哀悼，
我们都习惯，慢慢坏掉，
一直一直，慢慢地坏掉。

计划一

2009-04-21T16:29:00.002+08:00

1、少上豆瓣，反正少上就是了。
2、看书切勿食而不化。
3、离校前尽量将西哲史消化，看看写写吧。
4、闲闷的话，看firends或读《Vanity Fair》。
5、Gatsby, 切勿蹈其覆辙。
6、睡觉前，Audio KJV Bible

literature

2009-04-06T10:08:00.001+08:00

Literature is not a calling, it is a curse, believe me! When does one begin to feelthe curse? Early, horribly early. At a time when one ought by rights still to beliving in peace and harmony with God and the world. It begins by your feelingyourself set apart, in a curious sort of opposition to the nice, regular people;there is a gulf of ironic sensibility, of knowledge, scepticism, disagreement,between you and the others; it grows deeper and deeper, you realise that you are alone; and from then on any rapprochement is simply hopeless! What a fate!

less chitchat

2009-04-02T00:02:00.002+08:00

Chitchat is in a way an antidote to the boredom and uncertainty. However, I, recently, realize that the post-chitchat vacuum is horrific, which manifests in my regret after wasting too much time in chitchatting.

So, from now on, no matter what that allure is, chitchat should be kept away from me, and the most threatening element that cultivates chat, I mean the lonliness, should also be eliminated, at least I had to learn how to bear it.

regret will vanish after it has been felt many times

I am so tired that my hand become trembling.

my chance

2009-03-31T00:46:00.006+08:00

one day, I talked about my faliure in the graduate School Entrance Exam with my mum, who turned out to be composed, without surprise, nor gesture of despair. For the surprise part, I think she's so sure that I, attaching no importnce to a regular schedule of reviwing my books but clinging to the random one, would definitely fail to pass such a competitive exam; for the 'no despair' part, I reckon she still has confidence in me, for there is a temperament of with which she is very familiar, that is: withou a fall in the pit, no gain in my wit.

However, such a composed state didn't last too long, especially after I told her one of my ex classmates in middle school successfully manage to continue his law study in japan, after 4 years diligence in Shenzhen University, my mum nearly got to her feet and shout:

"how dare you tell me this!

oh, heavens!

if you leave me oblivious of this, you result is acceptable,

but compared with your U, Shenzhen U is notorious for its lack of academic discipline,

and there are more lazybones there than those of yours,

your classmate can survive it, but what's your problem?

what a disappointment! "

My mum's scolding actually reminds me of taking responsible for my own life.

My memory can go back to the day when I chose my major, turning a deaf ear to any suggestion from parents;

Memory can go back to the period when I hold on to my choice, paying no attention to my peers' dismissiveness of my predilection.

And now, I am aware that I nearly succumb to some more easily obtained activities, my previous steadfast seems deminishing, if I fall by the wayside, what a waste of my previous and precious time!

So, Hold on to it! Seize the chance but not carpe diem!

where is my output

2009-03-28T23:27:00.005+08:00

Being a student who has learnt English for about ten years, I am ashamed of my capability of using english properly, the problem is especially manifest in the writing.

Hardly could there be any moment that can force me to stop to take such a demanding and dreary job, especially when I'm aware that exchanging ideas with others by means of talking could be far more enjoyable, and I would relish doing so, thus the writing will seldom appeare in my regular schedule.

however, just as bacon said so, 'writing makes men precise', almost all the intellectuals, either from the past or those at present, count heavily on honing their wirting skills and putting forward their ideas in writing.

Before I get down to this writing, I have never think about why writing would prevail over other forms of exchanging ideas, but so far I realize that no body want to be left oblivious and no one want to argue for trivialities just because of the inarticulate talking, therefore, writing can on one hand save people from being easily forgotten and on the other hand offer evidence to defend in case there's any lawsuit result from your stance and words.

the reason I offer above is totally not incontrovertible, but they are enough to convince me to get down to honing my writing skills

Writing, together with speaking and other forms of communicating, could be considered as a kind of output in language study. Its counterpart, in my opinion, is reading, an indispensable way of inputting the information one needs in communicating. It is often realized by wading through books, document and other written forms. After accumulating the information, it would be a natural transfer from input to output. Being attracted by the written form, many readers are eager to be eligible for putting words down themselves, however, such a desire cannot be easily fulfilled and this shift will not be breezed through by those without as yet any writing training.

I think most people who have harboured such a eagerness would resort to books of teaching how to write for help, and more often than usual, the piling up of thoeries can hardly help. The only way, so far I can figure out, is taking action right now and trying to write everyday or every second day. A hack's writing, in any case, is better than the one who never writes.

I am here on the road to enhance my output.

可怕的状态

2009-03-27T12:17:00.002+08:00

3月26，毕业照，比很多学校都来的早，这是一种学校对学生的驱赶么？对于学校，根本不想再抱怨了，不管怎样，在外还要极力的维持学校的声誉，否则就连立足的根都会腐掉。

最最担心的，还是往后能否如心所愿那样，找一份闲差事，一边工作养活自己，一边专心的复习研究生考试，身边的人都因爱之名毫无保留地支持我，但是同学也观察的出我缺少那种专心用功、持之以恒的毅力，这是怎样的状态，明知自己的死穴，却无力纠正，难不成我就注定残缺。

曾经多愁善感，打开电脑总是期待着对方的主动留言，哪怕是一句问好，一个请求，我也欣喜若狂，在所不辞。可如今毕业之际，身旁一无所有，就连撩起愁思的资本都没有了。打开电脑，只想看到一份有希望的招聘帖子，打开邮箱，也想收到一份面试的邮件，手机只要出现020的固话，就会兴奋不已，这又是一个面试的通知……

我得醒悟，那份他人的崇高其实并不适合自己，实实在在做事才能让我安心。

该做的

2009-03-23T23:30:00.000+08:00

该做的，其实挺难定义，但是鄙人只好尽量吧，尽管充斥着（be glutted）诱惑，因为目前为止，鄙人只有在做该做的事情的时候才会感到开心快乐，而不是做爱做的事。

重拾快要丢下的，丢掉勉强捡到的。

虚无

2009-03-23T14:17:00.000+08:00

忙完一天之后，最可怕的不是不能休息，而是一个人吃饭。不断地往肚子里塞食物，仅仅为了维持正常的生理运作，就好像前面所忙碌的一切只是让自己苟且地活着。褪去了人间冷暖、喜怒哀乐，自己就干巴巴地活着，为了什么，明天还是要继续忙碌。每次一个人吃饭，伴随着的是思绪中的暗涌，它直冲上头，溢出眼眶。

如果不能忙碌，人又能干什么？每个人心智不一选择各异。而我，则不能让自己承受没有工作没有压力的堕落。长此以往，自己的生活变得毫无价值。如果说只能日复一日地在一个机构忙碌，那也是为大众服务，和步履匆匆地众人共同参与到大机器的运作中，也是为所谓的社会、所谓的文明出卖力量。但如果慵懒地终日无可事事，那么其虚无的力量强致让人自行毁灭了。

若是这般矛盾，什么时候才能让它飘去地平线的尽头呢？