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第1-10, 共12篇日记[首页][上页][下页][末页] |
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Heaven is a place nearby-To Sally Ann Webber, one of the most dedicated college professors, who passed away peacefully on October 30th after a three-year battle with cancer
Heaven is a place nearby only if you had a great heart
Heaven is a place nearby only if you had a strong will
Heaven is a place nearby only if you had a faith in good
Heaven is a place nearby only if you had a peaceful mind
Heaven is a place nearby only if everyone who knows about you remembers who you were
*SOB* |
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从未设想过再见面时是什么样子。分手的决定是我的,当爱已不再, I was dry… 意外的相遇，诺大的conference room，空气在凝结，你和她走进来，谈笑间的一瞥，竟是依然的那么熟悉。。。偷偷的望过去，还是那件T-Shirt，而我的手袋却也不知换了几批了。。。 没有了心灵的悸动，一点怜惜，一点怅然，毕竟为了你搬来加州，为了你换了工作，为了你做过许多许多，也错过了许多许多。。。 散会了，脚步彷徨，你在走廊的那一头等待，我左右顾盼，故作镇静，可就在眼神交汇的一霎那，我低下了头。。。你向左，我向右，那原本的结局昭然。。。 没有问候，没有微笑，没有期待。。。你我，我们，不再存在， 就好像从未存在。。。 户外，加州的阳光依然，戴上太阳镜，才想起这眼镜原本是你送的。。。 才知道，爱可以不再, memories will never die |
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隐身上网的好处自不必说，没人知，无人晓， 迹无可追。。。可也象踏在沥青马路上，脚下些些许许的坚硬 和无奈。。。
当男人和女人隐藏着自己的感情感性，怕暴露，怕受伤，怕自己的孤独与寂寥昭然于众。。。穿上隐身衣，小心地遮盖着身后的足迹。。。你改了你的参数， 不再公开了~~ 可那颗驿动的心却也因着厚厚的掩盖而更加萌动和不安，肆无忌惮的啃噬你的灵魂, you started surfing more often, more broadly…指尖触动，心中那份期盼更加凝重。。。喜欢上一个人（profile 里的人），鼠标滑动，哦，心目中的完美呈现在眼前。。。在线，邀请聊天，邀请超时。。。走了。。。you were wondering why he didn’t even bother to take a look at your profile, at least one look wouldn’t hurt anyone L 预览着自家的一亩三分地，沟沟坎坎，也有些精彩纷呈的意思嘛。。。went back a page, that lovely face appeared again, o…a lot of ‘好友’。。。自尊，自负，自卑的那个自己跳出来， FT, 你不稀饭偶，偶更不稀饭你，哼！搁浅的船，停靠了几天。。。再次地回到旧地重游，‘只对好友开放’，像一颗bullet, 射哑了艳情的心。。。不死地心，再来，“个人信息暂时不公开”，尘世中至此少了一段孽缘。。。 |
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This morning i got this memo from one of my friends. had a really good laugh but wasn't going to share with anyone.
人生到底啥意义？ 1 岁时，出场亮相 10 岁时，功课至上 20 岁时，春心荡漾 30 岁时，职场对抗 40 岁时，身材发胖 50 岁时，打打麻将 60 岁时，老当益壮 70 岁时，常常健忘 80 岁时，摇摇晃晃 90 岁时，迷失方向 100 岁时，挂在墙上
A few hours later, I learned that one of my previous coworkers just passed away. don't know the cause of her death, don't want to dig into it. But I know she was in her mid 40th. Life happens with or without any oman. Don't expect too much, don't let any chance go without a chase, don't waste anytime on nonsense. Wish everyone could have a life story just like it describes in this cute memo... |
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飘,舞...荡,尽...流,转... 凝结,悬浮,你的眼... 坠落,微笑,你的心... 只为你那永恒的墓! 埋葬的是上一世, 孕育的为可知的来世. |
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结界谓“心结灵界”。是怀着极其灰退的心情去 Yosemite的。 那里的山灵水秀， 奇松俊木深深地吸引了我。去的时候下雨，道路泥泞，满山云雾，给这原本就神奇的景致更添一份魅力。堆积在心头的尘世的铅华， 一点点地被涤荡。。。 心结被开启，灵魂与山体交容，升腾着．．变化着．．．缭绕着．．． The stunning scenery opened up my heart, letting my soul dissolve into mist and melt into the mountains... |
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想趁着这会儿明白,给自己画个自画像. 要不等一下又没这勇气了.也经常被人说真实, 可回头看看我老人家写的乱七八糟的东西,真实的成分又有多少呢? 从小衣食无忧,是家里的独生女. 可爸妈从未娇惯过我.多一毛钱也要张嘴甜甜蜜蜜的喊 “妈…” 老妈却经常头也不回地说, “又来了…” 小时候经常为撒谎而挨打,大了却为讲了句违心的恭维话而痛骂自己 “虚伪’’, 还得回头跟朋友那里检讨半天…唉… 我, 琴棋书画, 一窍不通; 五音不全, 还是 “迈霸”; (死皮赖脸地加了一位爱好音乐的为好友,仁兄看了看我的 profile, 走了…心里这叫一个佩服…也不知他从哪里看出我就是一个soft pop 的爱好者… ) 跟朋友去学肚皮舞 (belly dance), 她看看我说,你扭得真难看,我也还礼:"你也没比我扭得好看到那去…" 俩人作罢, 改学zumba… 你说我实在吧,我骨子里还浪漫的一塌糊涂; 你说我 “贫”吧, 碰到那网上 “顽主”我还真是一句也对不上来…哎… 我的 “网”哥说, “你是个宝,那个人娶了你,都是plus…”我没想自夸,写这篇的本意就是自嘲…跟 “网” 哥聊了近俩月, 哥说, “我们俩做兄妹挺好…” 我就是洛杉矶某一鸟都不拉屎的角落里的穷人, 自给自足还可以, 啥plus, minus的, just equal…hehe 还是我师兄对我的评价比较客观. 他说我 “可塑性比较强”… 哈哈…说白了就是 “不定性”. 你说我开朗吧, 我总想着 “青灯古佛,了我余生”; 你说我聪明吧, 我做过的傻事, 一箩筐都装不下, 要不能沦落到今天这地步? 也见了不下十几个网友了, 视频过的差不多是我好友数的一半, 网聊过的就记不得有多少了…不是我看不上人家,多是人家看不上我…唉…这世道… 因为钱钟书他老人家说,自传即别传. 所以拿了这篇给老妈看. 老妈说,写上你人不漂亮, 另加不找小女婿…得令也… |
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飞机起飞的那一刻，你在想什么？我在想如果飞机在这一刻爆炸，我就可以随之化为灰烬，成为永恒的蛾！我的灰烬在空气里升腾，每一片都是一个新的精灵，又都惊人的相似；彼此寻找着，碰撞着，在空中划出美丽的轨迹，然后重新一次，毁灭着。。。我怕死吗？我怕寂寞更多一些。。。所以我要制造出我的碎片，死后的我不寂寞！
另一则： 穿越云层 飞机在振颤，看到机翼让我想起蛾的翼，薄而不透明；云层密密的，遮掩着机翼；感到空气中的水分子，那寒冷让我的魂兴奋；想升腾的兴奋。。。亚利斯多得说凡在感觉中未曾有过的东西，都不存在于理智中。 这一刻的我无论感觉与理智都有一种冲动，成仙的冲动，踩一朵云飞去。。。穿透自己的痛，让我感到自己的存在，我，还必须理智。飞机穿过云层，我无法穿越我自己。。。 |
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--Ludwig van Beethoven
in a letter to Antonie Brentano -
" Good morning, on July 7
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours" *SOB* "This is a letter to his immortal beloved...or otherwise his soulmate the one love he'll always love. He states that no one's heart will be truer to hers other than his own. Only he will love her always. He regrets being so far from her but distance doesn't keep his thoughts away. He only feels happy with her and in her arms. So happy in fact that his soul only belongs there. And with this letter he is that much closer to her. He talks about one day being with her solely. Living with her and being lovers. Until then stay calm he says. She is his live his love. And never misjudge...never believe false tales and rumors...of the one man who loves you so unconditionally. He is ever hers as she is ever his...they are ever one." |
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地震的时候正在圣地亚哥开会. 那里的振幅比洛杉矶小得多, 晃得象我原来的摇床(挂树上的那种). 奇怪的是没有人冲出去,也没有人惊慌. 只是大震的那段过去后,一位老美兄台嘀咕了一句, that was an earthquake…在场各位^* &#%$! 但还是没有人跑.现在想想, 要是接下来一场更大的地震, 我们那一会议室的人怕无一生还…汗! 急急忙忙开了两个小时的夜车赶回家里,想象着屋里凌乱的样子, 开门的手竟有一丝的颤抖… 进门后,定睛一看, 乐了…一切还是老样子, 只是所有柜子的门都开着…再一看, 我最最心爱的两个瓷瓶, 碎倒在地上…无泪的证明着这里曾有过的震荡…怀着心酸收拾好它们的残片, 一丝的不舍, 放了装着它们的口袋在离通往后院的门不远的地上…之后的几天里,忙碌的我竟忘了它们曾经的存在… 星期六, 大清扫, 扫掉地震的阴霾, 也整理着我近日烦躁的心绪…看着大大的太阳地, 想起小时候,每当这样的天气,妈妈都会把家里的被子拿出去晒. (不用你提醒我加州的天天阳光普照,我那天就是有一点发神经) 于是乎冲进卧室, 抓起被子就往外提. 路过门口的时候, 一脚踢在什么东东上, 疼痛之余, 回身一看, 我的瓶子们…用它们尖利的残骸, 刺破了我的白线袜, 也刺破了我的肌肤…血一滴大过一滴… 朋友打电话问, 怎么定好了的,不见你影子啦? 才想起还有过的约, 惨笑着告诉她我的大脚趾在伤心…这个没心肝的竟然乐了…你可是我听说地唯一一起与地震有关的伤亡事件…#$%^&*…出离愤怒了… Lesson to learn: if it is broken and can not be repaired, throw it away so it wouldn't hurt you later…想想,感情的事也不还是一样, 破了的, 碎了的, 尽早忘记, 潇洒人生路,就在你忘记的那一刻开始… |
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