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22 septiembre 泰斯特24 febrero Be Playful公司搬新址以后网速慢得令人发指，刚才上传图片死活传不上来，半天只传了一张  。完全不能传达本篇博客的精神。
维多利亚的秘密小裤裤，是滴，买了一堆，还是非常变态滴最中意上面这款 15 diciembre 选择有没有一个瞬间？ 在那个瞬间里头的某个人，某种味道，一缕微风，一段旋律，光线，温度，指尖的触感，一个眼神，一种神态，甚至嘈杂的环境，耳边自己的声音……这个瞬间里头的某样东西让你突然觉得：其实，生活完全可以是另一个样子。 Have you ever crossed a moment? In that moment that someone, certain aroma, a gentle breath, a melody, the light, the temperature, the touch at the tips of your fingers, a look, an expresssion, even the noisy surroundings, your own voice that echoes in your ears......in that moment that something enlightens you: after all, life can be a different story. 10 diciembre 中孝介 - 各自遠颺微风告知春天来访 纷纷绽放的花朵香气 令人想起远方的你 如春日阳光守护下绽放的花朵 未来 希望之光也会照耀我们吧 我们踏上各自的 各自抉择的道路 在未来的某日绽放笑容 直到重逢时 黄昏告知秋日到来 令人想起遥远的过去 如秋日阳光守护著成熟的果实 总有一天你的梦想也会成真 我们踏上各自的 各自抉择的道路 在未来的某日绽放笑容 直到重逢时 当初许下的约定 是我们心中描绘的 想像中未来的颜色 我们踏上各自的 各自抉择的道路 在未来的某日绽放笑容 直到重逢时 09 diciembre 过去四天一瓶波尔多，一场MAMA MIA的闹剧，很多香烟。 03 diciembre 生活里充满了悲愤交加的快乐在家里总也不干活的直接恶果是偶滴体重直追所有跟我有着千丝万缕扯不清道不明剪不断理还乱正常与非正常关系的雄性们  ~~~~~在家里总也不干活的间接恶果是当偶尽心尽力呕心沥血翻天覆地热火朝天不眠不休汗流浃背滴把厨房蹭滴一尘不染滴时候，竟然没人相信是我干滴 ~~~~~声嘶力竭滴呐喊了两个多月要吃手擀面条，昨晚上终于遂了偶滴愿，结果，面软了，卤咸了，还没给搁肉肉， 一点也不好粗  ~~~~~厮杀一晚扑克，把王娘娘、段娘娘打得幽怨的紧，在被偶痛快淋漓的轮番摧残凌辱之后，两位娘娘心满意足滴撂下手里滴牌灰常不要脸滴说：家里就你一个丫头片子，哄你开开心，逗你玩儿呢！  ~~~~~12 noviembre 来自过去的慰问拿起电话打给以前的同学和老师，也不为什么，不发牢骚，就是想听听你们的声音，看看你们过得开心么，然后我心里就很舒服，很平静，好像回到过去的日子，跟你们在一起的日子。 虽然一直讨厌自己做着的这份工作，成天混日子，恨不得老板早早打发了我这条蠹虫；但在经济不景气的大环境下，大公司纷纷倒闭，数万人瞬间被裁，人就像是一颗尘埃一样，飘浮不定，沉浮不得自己主宰。我很少为营生苦恼，这些天心情也不太好，情绪波动，阴晴不定。 比较矛盾： 矛：每天早上做强烈的心理斗争，最后挣扎着来公司办公，心里总想着这日子没法过了，该递信了。这种症状一般两年左右发作一次。 盾：不工作没饭吃，回家吃爸妈的，兜里没有零花钱，找工作可能找不到，再说我也不想找。前两天看报纸，脚底按摩月薪2000，小费另算，不知道算不算技术工种，我没经验。 非常非常的想家，一段时间以来我就定不下心，这一年我跑了好多地方，可是我发现其实我是想家。也许折腾了这么多年以后还是回到你们中间我才最快乐，但是我是不确定，我才不在乎我浪费了多少时间，得到又失去什么，但是我怎么才能确定我要的到底是什么呢？ 你们都没太多的变化，那样幸福的生活着，而我就好像旅人，在你们的生活里短暂的停留，看着你们生活，然后继续行走。寂寞的时候，想念的时候，彷徨的时候，不快乐的时候，内心不平静的时候就会去听听你们的生活，好像回放一些片断，好像时光逆转，我又回到你们中间，就这样，我就安静下来，这样的慰问能让我漠视显实里的不平。 其实我老想着你们，不只是等车的时候，但是那个时候最想，在陌生的拥挤的嘈杂的无边的人流里，我最想你们。 Feel Reduced by The LabelAlan Shore: (He comes in) Shirley. Carl. (He walks up to her desk) Shirley, uh, (He leans in). Do you find me terribly sexist?
 (Shirley laughs) This isn’t funny. (Shirley is still laughing) Answer the question. Shirley Schmidt: Before I respond, could you answer a question for me? Are you finished fiddling with my cheerleader outfit? Alan Shore: (He laughs embarrassedly) That’s just… a textile fetish. Shirley Schmidt: Alan! (She laughs) Alan Shore: I respect women. Every part of a woman… Shirley Schmidt: I’d say especially the parts. Alan Shore: That’s right! So… that isn’t true, Shirley. Is it? Shirley Schmidt: Alan, you know you are an iconic letch. If it will make you feel any better sometimes even I like being ogled by you. Carl Sack: Ah. So do I. Shirley Schmidt: I think the problem you’re having is you feel reduced by the label. You’re not a simple man, you’re extremely complicated, brilliant, funny, profoundly layered, but fundamentally (Alan leaves) you are an incorrigible, irrepressible… dog. With a textile fetish! (Alan stops a bit and keeps working) ------ Boston Legal 5x03 Dances with Wolves aired on October 6, 2008 人多会喜欢品头论足，说三道四；我们也爱把别人的话当回事儿，被冠了名心里忧怨的紧。 28 octubre 我是文艺磕
今儿高兴，我发现我让人给链接了
《夕阳下滴泡椒凤爪》
21 octubre 我是一个粉刷匠，粉刷本领强昂昂一直想要粉刷房间，可是两年来要拆房子滴传闻此起彼伏。 几天前收到房东短信，还能住上半年。 几天前买了两桶漆漆，抓了若干壮丁。 在一片‘浪费’‘白痴’‘穷折腾’‘找麻烦’滴谩骂声中， 几天前，我滴房间成了粉红色滴  。ps: 原来漆漆没有味道都是骗人滴 。原来粉刷是很辛苦滴，比搬家还累嗷 。原来好漆漆光用水是洗不掉滴，要用粗粗滴浴巾 。原来酒后作业滴善后工作才是最辛苦滴 。01 abril 爱国我做梦老梦见你，我给你打电话比给我妈打的都多，我总是找机会折腾到南方来看你，我总觉得咱俩在一起的日子是我最开心的时候，认识你10年了，从来都没红过脸，虽然主要是因为你脾气好。怎么因为一句话，就把我定性成阶级斗争的对象了？爱国就一定要举双手双脚支持奥运么？不然我就是恐怖分子了？
放下电话感觉好气又好笑，不就是一个面子工程么，有那么大是大非么？还不许有自己的想法了？这到底是谁的错啊？是我被自由主义腐蚀了？还是中国的意识形态畸形？是哪一代人被戕害的不纯粹了？ 09 enero 长情我看我是个长情的人，当初出国背来的卡通被子现在还在，一套米黄色套装偶尔还穿，统一黑胡椒牛肉面吃了整整十年还是我最爱的口味。那么几个要好的朋友，回头看看也仿佛认识几个世纪了，习惯到彼此的性别都忽略了，不用顾忌形象，说话不用先打样，有些虽然天各一方，那股子热乎劲儿却还都在，我看我是个长情的人。 高三的春节没回东北过年，我跟很要好的历史老师还有她的小女儿一起逛超市。在菜市场右侧二楼的那家叫枫桥雄城超市的店现在已经没有了，我还清楚地记得当时我们把脚踏车停在哪个位置，我们买了两只漂亮的玻璃杯和两只小茶匙，我还记得货架上它们被摆放的位置，我甚至记得出来后我看到天有点灰，外面很冷，可空气里都是我们的笑声。那是八九年前的事情了吧，那只玻璃杯和小茶匙被我带回东北，又被我带到北京，出境的时候杯子摔碎在边检的脚边。之后的几年里我又摔碎了几只辛辛苦苦找来的同样的杯子，幸好吉隆坡一家商场的货架上摆了很多这种玻璃杯。 那只小茶匙今天早上不见了，昨天下班前忘记洗杯子，早上来搜遍整个公司都没找到，心情一下子很差，因为我知道如果不能追回，在外面买到的可能性很小。它们之与我的意义并非只是相伴了很多年那么简单，当初我们一起买的时候就说要一直用这个玻璃杯和茶匙，去年我去枫桥的时候，它们还好好的在历史老师的办公桌上，开水在里面冒出热气来，它的主人两眼笑盈盈的看着我，一点没变。一个物件见证友情，思念，小小的诺言，看见了想起了就有一丝丝的喜悦，物件虽平常看在眼里却不平常，总挂念着，唯它不用，对它也生出了感情。丢了时那种失落感不能尽述，在旁人看来有些小题大做，未免好笑，可让我矜持着，假装无所谓我还真做不来。想来连一张照片也没留下，5555 说到友情吧，让人宽心的是他永远不会丢失，所以那些跟我好的淫注意了！虽然在给你们带来了无限欢乐的同时也带来了无限的磨难，还是希望你们继续坚强，继续隐忍，继续强颜欢笑，继续培养自我调整的能力，不要害怕，不要抓狂，不要自暴自弃，不要滋生逃避现实的幻想，踏踏实实，勤勤恳恳，一心一意的继续跟我好吧，因为我这么滴长情，我是不会放过你们滴！ 28 noviembre Boston Legal最近两个月没干别的,几乎所有的闲暇时间都在反反复复的看《Boston Legal . 波士顿法律》，我爱死 Alan Shore 了。James Spader 诠释的这个男人太性感了，像毒品一样会让人上瘾。 就是这个小胖子 19 septiembre The Way We WereCarrie(Sex & the city) once said "The world is made up of two types of women, the simple girls and the Katie girls." The simple girls are meant to be conquered, taken and live happily ever after with their intruders. Someone who needs ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without each other love is just too complicated, too much to handle and will turn out to be a Katie girl. Katie girl never gets her Hubbell, Katie girl always find herself heartbreaking, Katie girl has to see her man make another simple girl happy. Breaking up with someone can never be sweet, going through it all by yourself is certainly unbearably painful. It can be the cruelest thing you could possibly do to yourself, and yet, the best way to punish too. For repeating the same mistake, for drowning into the relationship and almost loose yourself, for down to the core you can never give in to something that'll probably lead you to true happiness eventually. Saturday, woke up in late
afternoon, 3 hours laundry, half pack of instant noodle, soaking in the
bubble tub with a glass of Chivas on the rock, smooth Jazz and dancing
smoke of Marlboro Light, still nowhere to escape. Only, when I don't have him anymore, all these overwhelming feelings towards him started torturing me.
I live in a mine field, he's everywhere, waiting to explode my heart
into pieces. Even with all the distractions, not a single second, have
I ever stop thinking about him, about this helpless relationship I had
with him. Memories flashes right up to me, about how we used to be,
flooded emotions dragging me into an endless emptiness. I felt lonely
than ever, I still smell him all over me. I'm being hunted. Saturday night, used to be sweet and intimate, it's like a glass of red, full of temptation. The ruby color of the wine blinds my eyes, blinds my mind. The aroma of the wine fills my senses, fills my soul. A totally irresistible seduction, often, I wished I could seal that moment, and live in that moment forever. But, we both know a moment is just a moment, a kiss is just a kiss, we can never seal the moment with a kiss. Our relationship is based on an assumption of sexual needs, two independent souls belong to different worlds cuddle together for selfish basic instincts. It will be ended at some point, we just don't know when, we just don't want to think about it, we just let it down and drown and being lust, being low, show no respect to that thing called love. But very quickly, I could no longer be satisfied with what we had. The more I laughed at people in love, the eagerer I became to acquiring certain commitment, a sign, a prove which is so hard for him to give to me. So there were the conflicts, the hating, the mixture of anger and jealousy, the questioning of why I had never actually being into his life. Being around him, I thought I was not like me anymore but something belongs to him with no sign of an independent being. And with all those thoughts which absolutely terrified me and could not be released anywhere, every now and then I lost control and made the relationship even tenser and more fragile. We can talk about everything else in the whole universe, but we could never talk about love. The only word we used is feeling, we have feeling to each other, that's bullshit! I couldn't say love aloud for hating him and being proud, and he pretended we were just fine. As time passes, it seemed more hopelessly impossible. I have to admit I have commitment issue as he does, but I think the real reason is that we can't break each other. Now he's no longer in my life, leaving all the stuff with our memories causing me so much pain I could finally be able to see it clearly, of how less important of the things I was being so persistent. But, this is just me, can't be changed. They say that love is a process, not an event. I actually had it all. Being happy, exited, crazy, envy, conquer, be taken, disappointed, hurt, hate, leave a deep cut in each other's heart...... I survived, again, and at this point of releasing his ghost out of my soul, with gratitude, I shall say to him: Ta-Ta, my love! I'll always remember the way we were.
Mem’ries, Light the corners of my mind Misty water-colored memories Of the way we were Scattered pictures, Of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another For the way we were Can it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line? If we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we? Mem’ries, May be beautiful and yet What’s too painful to remember We simply choose to forget So it's the laughter We will remember Whenever we remember... The way we were... The way we were... Written by A.Bergman, M.Bergman & M.Hamlisch 31 agosto 丫眼里的白菜
前日饭局，我穿了一条湖蓝色蕾丝吊带裙，众人先到小p家非法集会，丫一开门看见我来了句“靠，一棵大白菜！”“撮衣板儿一样还长脸说我。”一脚把丫踹到不碍事儿的地儿我就晃悠进房间了，丫还不依不饶的在后头嚷嚷“咋穿成这样啊？ 咋穿成这样啊？”我心想没怎么样啊，挺凉快的啊。
不一会佳佳回来了，进门端详了我1/2秒后劈头盖脸就一句“你穿的什么啊？”我刚靠了一声，丫继续问“你怎么穿成这样就出来啦？？”当时很有想要摧毁他那已经半残了的肥胖身躯的冲动。小p在旁边兴高采烈的叫唤“哈哈，我刚才就说她像棵白菜……”
那天晚上我吃多了，撑得难受，为了慰籍埋单后超负的小心脏，为了惩罚我交友不慎，为了祭奠俩品味低俗的家伙。
摄影：涛涛 30 agosto 博客男女来自有道博客搜索 网址：http://www.yodao.com/blogender/ 我的空间：http://devilmaycare.spaces.live.com/
我的歪酷：http://besamemucho.yculblog.com/
为啥会多出7%男性荷尔蒙涅？难道是因为偶滴歪酷里头没有贴偶做滴饭饭？还是因为网址太奔放了？besame mucho 就是 kiss me alot 就是使劲儿亲偶滴意思…… 28 agosto 月阴
星期二的夜晚，据说今晚有月全食，我不需要看到，敏锐的神经暗示着今天大抵月阴，是心底的情愫如潮水般袭来的暗夜。
很多东西藏了太久就会被遗忘，很多感情不去正视，经年累月也会错以为它只是幻觉。有时候经过竟可以视而不见，因为已经淡忘，有时候竟可以嬉戏调笑，因为已经放下。
然而，总有那不及提防的一瞬间，一丝久违的味道，一张模糊的面孔，一种熟悉的温度，阳光穿过窗纱留下的斑驳，眼里闪烁的晶莹，轻声的浅吟低诉，嘴角弯曲的弧度，皮肤在指尖的触感，卷发在掌心里的波动，拂过身体的阵阵微风，彼此的鼻息与颤抖………会倏然在心底翻涌上来，泛滥开，招架不得，通常，在这样的夜晚，通常，会变得愚蠢起来。
养成了睡前需要酒精催眠的恶习，总是自调一些酒精饮料慢慢啜饮然后昏厥过去，醒来已然是又一天。通常这样会让我心情不错，有些迷恋恍惚的感觉，更重要的是夜里不再梦魇不断，至少那些梦也是恍惚的，醒来时多半可以忘记。
可是今晚的这杯酒却是为了忘却现实而喝的，忘却我一时的愚蠢，忽略那猝不及防的一瞬间带给我的脆弱。快点睡去，明天不再是月全食，快点睡去，内心的那方绵软就将被掩藏。 22 agosto 灵异周日庆祝某君自乡下探妻返城，空腹而往，一席三人大啖火锅 ，伴以皇家礼炮21。席间该君声泪俱下，泣诉城乡差异给他脆弱的小心脏造成的巨大阴影。酒肉过后，布丁过后，一包大熊猫过后，笑到神经大条过后，5小时过后，我终于体力不支，身感小恙，自觉不堪次日舟车劳顿早起上工，执意要借宿在该君他们家里。
凌晨两点昏昏入睡，辗转反复，梦寐连连，似有旁人于床前往返走动，小声交谈，不停拍照。自己思量乃是那两坨男人进出房间，找东西，用电脑，顺便拍下我的睡相，他们家素有偷拍旁人睡觉的良好恶习。
翌日宿醉未醒，头疼欲裂，喉咙肿痛，周身乏力，我发烧感冒了。在公司撑到下午4点，决定不再折腾去看医生。之后又到某君家里小睡两小时，起床吃饭。席间我讲起了从前生病产生过幻觉，感觉住在隔壁的一个朋友睡在我床边看护我，然而我的房门是锁住的。昨天又感觉他们在我床边来回走动，不知是梦是真。两坨男人异口同声，不是他们，但可能真有人在…… 某君于某日回眸一瞬，看见对面沙发上坐了个人，顿时全身汗毛悚然站立，旋而坐在沙发上那人已然消失不见。
晚上我没有借宿，饭后直接打车回家，远就远点吧，现在是7月，信不信都要低调一些，还是家里比较安全。 |
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