<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844</id><updated>2012-02-03T18:10:02.893Z</updated><category term='旅行'/><category term='小说'/><category term='电影'/><category term='味道'/><title type='text'>Writing Therapy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;无意识的沉浸在从前的那种气味里，慢慢的感到那个自己又回来了。不巧，这时坐在旁边的‘恨嫁女’突然放开嗓门讲电话，（此人有个怪癖，讲公事的电话从来都很小声，讲私人电话不但不走出去，还从来都提高八度和若干分贝，大概因为‘真情流露‘吧）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就这样被惊醒了，突然回到现实中来，放眼看看身边的人，觉得不可思议，不知道自己为什么会在那样一个下午坐在那里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大梦初醒的感觉其实并不那么好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2803072848351188629?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2803072848351188629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2803072848351188629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2803072848351188629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2832928919396139696</id><published>2009-01-08T20:53:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:36:12.569Z</updated><title type='text'>散纪录</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SWadNSxU9mI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vMLK4EjaDfU/s1600-h/IMG_2955b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SWadNSxU9mI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vMLK4EjaDfU/s400/IMG_2955b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289087664095819362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SWadNSxU9mI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vMLK4EjaDfU/s72-c/IMG_2955b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2021755447808093850</id><published>2009-01-07T22:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:02:05.736Z</updated><title type='text'>想得通？</title><content type='html'>看了Vicky Cristina Barcelona。是个有趣但是奇怪的电影。但再看下去一点又不觉得那么奇怪了。是也许想说的是有些东西就是在人类的本性里？如果太随着性子，就会世界大乱了。也许有些人只是想通了某些事情，没有规则，一切随着心情。看似合理，又荒唐，觉得荒唐以后又觉得合理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;导演是那样理解女人的么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演员演得都不错。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2021755447808093850?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2021755447808093850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2021755447808093850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2021755447808093850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2021755447808093850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_07.html' title='想得通？'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6586966618478590994</id><published>2009-01-06T15:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:56:12.083Z</updated><title type='text'>下午三点的阳光</title><content type='html'>我知道外面很冷，今日有0度，下午三点的阳光暖暖从窗帘边倾泻进来，将桌子分割为两半。在光束里看得到灰尘舞动。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6586966618478590994?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6586966618478590994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6586966618478590994' title='207 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6586966618478590994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6586966618478590994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_06.html' title='下午三点的阳光'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>207</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6130091206897072489</id><published>2009-01-04T21:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:52:22.374Z</updated><title type='text'>doing nothing</title><content type='html'>开始读那本小说是在上海酒店的房间里，因为时差的关系，无法入睡，躺在床上翻开书本，还记得上海那夏末里潮湿的空气。本以为看着看着会睡着，但是却越来越无睡意。Ian McEwan写得真细腻。寂静的夜，窗外可以看到蒙在雾里的高耸楼宇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再后来就把那本小说搁置那里，带来带去，一年多以后才再找出来.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们在chesil beach分开以后应该再也没有见面。年轻时的心总是充满了各种别扭，但时间久了都忘记了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多年后他只有在报纸上读过关于她的文字。他并不觉得自己一生是不快乐的人，但到底会想起那些曾有机会去改变所得到的可能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实他当时可以叫住她。”this is how the entire course of a life can be changed-by doing nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的书总是越读到后面越觉得经典。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6130091206897072489?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6130091206897072489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6130091206897072489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6130091206897072489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6130091206897072489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-nothing.html' title='doing nothing'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1437584860702985194</id><published>2009-01-03T14:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:19:18.556Z</updated><title type='text'>从老开始</title><content type='html'>昨天看了电影The Curious Case of Benjamin Button，根据短篇小说改编，但是情节应该不大相同。传奇性的故事，让我想起forrest gump。很长的电影，估计有3个小时，讲了一个人从老人到幼儿的一生，与常人相反。生命是一场历险，无论从哪里开始。年龄总会让人无奈，逆向而行，有得有失。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SV-d3oKMNUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XbGRz4uhCtI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='从老开始'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SV-d3oKMNUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XbGRz4uhCtI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5803810969848671432</id><published>2008-12-28T16:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:16:28.426Z</updated><title type='text'>遗憾</title><content type='html'>朋友婚礼，遗憾没能参加。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5803810969848671432?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-3010821803849249557</id><published>2008-12-06T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:27:16.626Z</updated><title type='text'>又是一年圣诞</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHP4u5mw0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/IZ9VYblYfos/s1600-h/IMG_2642b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHP4u5mw0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/IZ9VYblYfos/s400/IMG_2642b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274225212196832066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHPwgXdK1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/OpubhdUIBx8/s1600-h/IMG_2618b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHPwgXdK1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/OpubhdUIBx8/s400/IMG_2618b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274225070856547154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SUamhkdy7sI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CkWkTUCJJ8g/s1600-h/IMG_2894b+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SUamhkdy7sI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CkWkTUCJJ8g/s400/IMG_2894b+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280090708793028290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SUavbI-6G1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/HSNAqm9YQ34/s1600-h/DSC08397b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SUavbI-6G1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/HSNAqm9YQ34/s400/DSC08397b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280100493941152594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-3010821803849249557?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/3010821803849249557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=3010821803849249557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/3010821803849249557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/3010821803849249557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='又是一年圣诞'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHP4u5mw0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/IZ9VYblYfos/s72-c/IMG_2642b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8138856158142734726</id><published>2008-11-29T23:23:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:44:34.634Z</updated><title type='text'>A bit of both</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHPODGKymI/AAAAAAAAAzc/t3yzK_xk2kE/s400/IMG_2635b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274224478883859042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那日正巧在街上走，看到旁边橱窗里挂了许多漂亮照片，走近一看，原来是national geographic centre的新店。挂了照片是吸引大家进去，实则是想让你买东西，里面有他们的杂志和dvd这不用说，还有衣服鞋子包之类的东西。原来是做不成他们那样的探险家，至少可以穿得像探险家。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看过Bill Nighy的一个访问，他十五岁的时候曾想写出惊骇世俗的作品，访问者问他到底是爱上作家的生活方式还是真的想写作。他说，可能会让你失望了，因为是a bit of both。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8138856158142734726?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8138856158142734726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8138856158142734726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8138856158142734726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8138856158142734726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/11/bit-of-both.html' title='A bit of both'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/STHPODGKymI/AAAAAAAAAzc/t3yzK_xk2kE/s72-c/IMG_2635b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-512969174475446196</id><published>2008-11-22T20:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:59:48.142Z</updated><title type='text'>路上的阳光</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SShyU1w2WaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xHU9wANI93g/s1600-h/DSC08371b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SShyU1w2WaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xHU9wANI93g/s400/DSC08371b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271589066192083362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-512969174475446196?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SQhAlE6iBcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/OOY8cv6kLro/s1600-h/DSC08295b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SQhAlE6iBcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/OOY8cv6kLro/s400/DSC08295b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262527170301003202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SQeu50gJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAys/o5D3fxBjpZo/s1600-h/DSC08215b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SQeu50gJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAys/o5D3fxBjpZo/s400/DSC08215b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262366997975005298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6390597930058633787?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SQhBheoSETI/AAAAAAAAAzE/hkCua-awgI8/s72-c/DSC08229b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6083589361384612622</id><published>2008-10-14T01:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:37:33.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>坐在路边</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXVpj9ttII/AAAAAAAAAyk/wNVHRsa_nN4/s1600-h/IMG_2527b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXVpj9ttII/AAAAAAAAAyk/wNVHRsa_nN4/s400/IMG_2527b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257343050030363778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXReCkl5HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/x7CbDdK7H5s/s1600-h/DSC_0276b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXReCkl5HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/x7CbDdK7H5s/s400/DSC_0276b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257338454041551986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXREzub_vI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ST5Klo3bDl8/s1600-h/DSC_0277b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXREzub_vI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ST5Klo3bDl8/s400/DSC_0277b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257338020559585010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐在路边可以做很多事情，可以写，可以画，可以吃冰淇淋，可以发呆，可以聊天，可以抽烟，可以无所事事，可以装死，如果旁边有人唱歌，那么就可以听歌。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6083589361384612622?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6083589361384612622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6083589361384612622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6083589361384612622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6083589361384612622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title='坐在路边'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SPXVpj9ttII/AAAAAAAAAyk/wNVHRsa_nN4/s72-c/IMG_2527b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1366932482710370312</id><published>2008-10-09T02:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:43:28.253+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='电影'/><title type='text'>看电影</title><content type='html'>星期三的晚上看那部片子的人并不多，进场时只有我一个，以为可以霸占整个剧场，可惜后来进来几位爷爷奶奶。但是自己也霸占了整排的坐位。开始明白为什么有人喜欢包下整个剧场，黑暗中只有自己是唯一的观众。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看的是Brideshead Revisited，读过小说原著的人对电影失望。我没读过，故事本身不是特别吸引我，主要是讲天主教对人的影响，生活被信仰改变了，精神上有着沉重的负担。因为我没有任何宗教信仰所以觉得片子里那个在威尼斯老情人讲得好，她说，我信奉天主，但是我听从我的心灵而行动，然后我再忏悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演员都演得不错，Emma Thompson自然不用说，Ben Whishaw 也好，瘦弱的小男生，有灵敏的眼神，他不是那种演得自然到你忘了他在演戏的那种演员，你完全知道他在演，但是你觉得他演得好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影本身拍得很美，大家创造过去的本领越来越精湛，那时的西装不如现在的西装看起来服帖，那时的头发由于过于整齐而显得死板，因为这些所以看起来很有真实感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像很多故事的开始，最初的时候是最热闹的，配角也多。再就喜欢看Charles 和Sebastian成为朋友后的那个暑假，有很多快乐的片断。蒙蒙亮的清晨，昨夜的酒还未醒，他们坐在门口的石台阶上，手边摆着一排酒瓶，每瓶边配有一只高脚杯，倒一杯尝一口再倒下一杯。周围一片寂静，远处是绿色的草地被浓烈的雾气笼罩。sebastian曾说，我不知道自己到底想要什么，除了想快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧场里的暖气越来越热，快被蒸发了，但我知道外面是寒冷的夜。电影终于散场，老人家们都很讲究，一定要看完credit才走。我已经站起身，口渴得要命。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1366932482710370312?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1366932482710370312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1366932482710370312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;当我每次追着阿三问他写的是什么的时候，他却都一脸困惑，”这明明就是take嘛，你怎么能把它认成fall呢？“ 我努力压制着心里一直以来的疑问，“你到底用几个手指头握笔？” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久一件令我绝望的事情发生了，一日阿三看到一个手写地址，问我是不是我写的。我说是，他没说话走开了。过一会阿三又叫我写信封，他竟然说 ”这次好好写！” 不过他又改了主意，把信封拿了回去，“算了，还是我写吧！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来是品味问题！！！我怎么没想到！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1022504658151344592?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1022504658151344592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1022504658151344592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1022504658151344592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SOqViDPiA6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/LByW1vK3OdA/s1600-h/IMG_2498B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SOqViDPiA6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/LByW1vK3OdA/s400/IMG_2498B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254176327499645858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6474146737863641906?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6474146737863641906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6474146737863641906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6474146737863641906'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>那是9月中旬，说是庆祝今年的最后的夏日才有了河边的活动。游客仍然很多。我一个人在河边闲逛很晚才回去。第二天就搬家了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么突然想起了王菲，想听她的歌，有几年都没听她了，很怀念。在网上找到她从前的演唱会片断，她能被称为天后，身边的工作人员真的是功不可没，从音乐制作到服装到舞台设计这么多年过去了，仍不觉得落后。maggie q曾说如果亚洲要有一个fashion icon，那么王菲可以是。她的音乐亦是mainstream和alternative都包含。我猜想王菲应该是个单纯的人，因为看过她的几个访问，刚看的时候惊讶她不象其他歌手一样八面玲珑，只是每听到一个问题后缓缓的给一个最简单的答案。也许只有单纯的心态，除出天赋因素，才可以把歌唱好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后这样的“天后”最终也过起了平凡的生活，引退于浮华世界去相夫教子。然而她对结婚对象的选择不知道让多少人掉了下巴甚至愤愤不平，后来我想也许这是一个好的故事结局，因为这样才让人更加心疼－风靡亚洲的pop queen突然收山嫁了一个众人以为十分平凡的男人，放弃了天后这个头衔和与其相关的一切排场。最好还是不要象麦当娜已经50大寿还欣然顶着满身过分锻炼出的肌肉和艳红色的嘴唇粉墨登场，怎么看都觉得牵强，也只能怪时间的残酷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天我搬了家。秋天随之而来，我已不用再去上学，更没有借口去买喜欢的文具。yj说我在经历典型的二十几岁，因为一切都是不确定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天色渐渐暗淡下来，起风，拉拉衣服，河边仍然有人在狂欢。七年以后的夏末，我失去的不仅仅是时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SNrB-V3JBVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6BPNlhJVdGY/s1600-h/IMG_2280b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8020373522804358917</id><published>2008-08-30T22:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:09:25.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>光，恐龙</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SLnCGiIBNRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Lcl4kPjBYKY/s1600-h/natural+history+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SLnCGiIBNRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Lcl4kPjBYKY/s400/natural+history+museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240433058917725458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去了自然历史博物馆，今天只看了恐龙，对恐龙的了解仅限于多拉a梦，连侏罗纪公园都没看过。据说恐龙可能曾出现在中国，龙这种动物可能其原形就是恐龙（中文翻译得不错）。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夏天的时候公园里就会摆出这样的椅子，这么多年我从来没有去坐过，因为那时候豆丁告诉我这椅子是要收钱的。可我从来都没见过有哪里可以交钱，所以也一直没敢坐上去。直到今天和豆丁坐了上去不到十分钟，收钱的人带着帽子背着小包走过来了，每个人一镑五，我们交了三镑，那人把收据从小机器里打出来折着塞到我手里就走了。然后我打开收据发，可以坐两个小时，但是只写了一镑五。这家伙一定自己想赚点小钱。豆丁告诉我把收据收好了。之后的两秒里我就在想万一那个人忘了收过我们钱怎么办，收据上只写了一半的钱，顺便连辩解的话都想好了，又想这么多人他是怎么记得谁收过钱谁没收过？我是不是太无聊，又想多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没坐上一会，不知道为什么所有的鸽子都飞到我们两个脚边了，豆丁怪我都是我吃热狗惹的祸，其实那热狗一点都不好吃，我马上把剩下的包起来扔了。又换了两张椅子坐， 这时候看见有个小屁孩带个怪怪的帽子，追着鸽子扔树枝，鸽子就被他赶得不住的向前飞，豆丁说原来是他！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于安心坐了一会，一个小时我们就走了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5793151328301109995?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5793151328301109995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>热</title><content type='html'>真正体会到夏天的来临不仅仅是体会到阳光，还有闷，口渴，整个人像要被蒸发。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SIeuFwP2OwI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-QGqsR7iPSI/s1600-h/co38dn30bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SIeuFwP2OwI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-QGqsR7iPSI/s400/co38dn30bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226337306460699394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7763665151239809316?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7763665151239809316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7763665151239809316' 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mate", 如果真的有糟糕的一天，有人在你旁边帮你说出来，也就没那么在意了，再有，歌曲旋律也让歌词听起来潇洒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外还列出了过去5年播放最多的其他四首歌曲，我中了三首，都是经常听的，果然是大众口味。&lt;br /&gt;－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然想起花园里未拿回的衣服，抬头看到夜空。条条的云分布向四面八方，有几架飞机飞过，恰巧落入了云的轨迹，飞机的灯闪闪发亮，深夜的云是灰白色。一直希望可以在黑夜里目睹一场精彩，任何精彩。但是一直都什么也没有发生。&lt;br /&gt;－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在火车上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SIZvkZGhcvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/aL7GikPoiuE/s1600-h/IMG_1853b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SIZvkZGhcvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/aL7GikPoiuE/s400/IMG_1853b+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225987088614257394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8604216459575773008?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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there'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SHKrL5dXq-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/soQwe0T6C-w/s72-c/IMG_1669small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5377227685391899404</id><published>2008-07-06T12:40:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:41:57.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>梦境</title><content type='html'>好像江南小镇，有窄窄的石子路，午夜的时候她和儿时的玩伴去看电影。尽管他们已经很多年未见，但是他们也和她一样也长到二十几岁，这过程中好像又从未失去联系，继续之前的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧院很大，黑暗中坐满了观众，高高的棚顶铺了蓝丝绒镶了水钻，好似万里星空。他们坐在第二排，仰着头望着庞大的屏幕在闪烁，并不知道在上演些什么。不知道过了多久，她饿了，和一个女孩出去买东西吃。外面已经是凌晨，天蒙蒙亮，空气中有雾，地上还有昨夜的雨水，路上有很少的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们一路走在狭窄的小路上，她看路边不远处有一个人踏上自行车走了。她知道那是他，尽管没有看到他的脸。她没有叫住他，只是问旁边的女孩拿来笔和纸站在路边开始写信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她已经有很多年都没有见过他，他曾是她喜欢的人，但是一直未敢讲出口。但是这一刻她不顾旁边的朋友在等她，她只是要写完那封信，好像是唯一可以抓住的表达的机会。终于信写完了，可是她恍然想起，她并没有他的地址。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后她从梦里醒了。其实她从未去过江南小镇，也没有喜欢过任何一个人的背影是在脚踏车上的。只是记得的那电影院，曾经去过一个那样的有“星空”的剧场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－－－－－－－－－－－－&lt;br /&gt;今天的wimbledon很好看。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5377227685391899404?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5377227685391899404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5377227685391899404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SG_YQkk5z0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/i7DrAM4CaxY/s1600-h/IMG_1468b-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SG_YQkk5z0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/i7DrAM4CaxY/s400/IMG_1468b-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628272353660738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1382810264360818767?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1382810264360818767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1382810264360818767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1382810264360818767'/><link rel='self' 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across about two years ago, it is an email web that you can send an email to yourself in the future. There're two options, either send it in private or public but anonymous. The public one is that the email can be viewed by anyone on the web later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read some, the first one is quite miserable, a thirty something writing about his miserable life and hopes his life would get better. After that there're lots of funny ones. someone wrote to herself that her mum owns her 20 bucks, a teenager sent himself the email two years later, that's when he turned into 16, so he can drive then. Someone also called this future email thing "a cheap time machine", meanwhile he was hoping "For today you will be a succesful man with a lot of money and a really hot chick but it is not probable at all so go on with your pathetic and miserable life." Another one got the same problem :" Dear FutureMe: If you are not a millonaire ladies man please kill yourself inmediately you have wasted your youth and no one loved you, no one loves you and no one will love you ever." and he gave himself 10 years and 20 days. Finally, a lady who is very conscious of her figure asked herself "have you lost any weight?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seems that one thing in common, it is sent with hope. I sent myself one. And I think I did the same thing when I was in primary school, there was no email back then. I wrote myself a letter and sealed it in a pretty little box made by me. And kept it for five years, in fact I planned to open it three years later, but I forgot. Finally the letter came and checked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.futureme.org/    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hope, is a good thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7237574580967590011?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7237574580967590011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7237574580967590011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7237574580967590011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7237574580967590011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-futureme.html' title='Dear FutureMe'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8583198719198183648</id><published>2008-06-29T00:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:35:15.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>V day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SGbKmI4CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IObdpS6giro/s1600-h/27062008739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SGbKmI4CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IObdpS6giro/s400/27062008739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217079974921660402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was some kind of Veteran's Day. I saw some man playing music with hats and some others listening to the music without hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8583198719198183648?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8583198719198183648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8583198719198183648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8583198719198183648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8583198719198183648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/06/v-day.html' title='V day'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SGbKmI4CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IObdpS6giro/s72-c/27062008739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-833383957036381283</id><published>2008-06-29T00:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:46:48.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>历史悠久</title><content type='html'>电视上在播rugby的比赛，孤陋寡闻的我从来没有真正注意过rugby，突然看到，当场呆掉。虽然对此向运动完全不了解，但是我觉得它应该历史悠久。应该可以说服观众这项游戏是自原始时代就有，因为其实是三十个大汉一同抢一个小球，真是不择手段，又野蛮又幼稚，好像是人类文明前发明的。又或者这游戏根本是淘气的小孩子发明的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 刚刚看到这个，“football is a gentleman's game played by ruffians and rugby is a ruffian's game played by gentlemen”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-833383957036381283?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/833383957036381283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=833383957036381283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/833383957036381283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/833383957036381283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_29.html' title='历史悠久'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-105211586615344960</id><published>2008-06-25T21:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:22:32.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>别管旁边坐的是谁</title><content type='html'>和朋友在三明治店吃东西，旁边一个红发绿眼的人总朝我们这边望，然后终于他开口了跟我们讲话，第一句自然是问我们哪里来的。然后他开始表演了，“ni hao! ni hao ma?“ 又问 这到底是广东话还是普通话？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时候旁边一个妈妈领个小孩走过，好像在找什么东西，这个人又跟那个妈妈说了话。我朋友说，刚才在我们坐下之前他还跟另外一边的人也说话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他又开始对我们讲中文，突然指着我朋友说”ni hao piao liang!"  结果把朋友吓得像小兔子一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于他起身要走，”我会讲11种语言，其实我日文比中文好得多。a li ga dou! 你知道这对一个英国人来说是很不容易的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友说他好像是醉鬼。不过，如果真的这么想跟别人说话真的学11种语言倒是很顶用，别管旁边坐的是谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SGK2qFhr38I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_IYWfMI_p0I/s72-c/DSC07894bb-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8217584993829752126</id><published>2008-06-22T20:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:34:26.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>看你有多惨</title><content type='html'>看新闻说加洲举行了最丑的狗比赛，主办方是animal planet,获胜狗会得到一笔奖金。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原以为是“看你有多丑”，其实选丑我想和选美一样难。实则是“看你有多惨“，因为最后的赢家是”a Chinese Crested named Gus - a three-legged, one-eyed cancer sufferer“。这样的一只狗拿了奖金便可以去治疗他的癌症了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个比赛，怎么说呢，有点让我哭笑不得，不知道是善良的还是残酷的。看你有多惨，然后我给你一笔钱，或许今后你可以过得好些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8784980493511075765</id><published>2008-06-20T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:29:52.246Z</updated><title type='text'>失意人</title><content type='html'>高中的时候有位学长最喜欢在无聊的课上写情书，写给不同的女生，一个接一个，用电影里的台词说就是有些“serial monogamy"。他总是跟我说”我又失恋了！“ 但却在他脸上看不到太多的悲伤。后来他同学告诉我 “失恋是他的快乐“。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从前看《玫瑰的故事》，庄的一生失去他心爱的女人两次，最后决定将自己放逐给漂泊。很久以后接到他信的朋友说，庄是千古失意人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说不清楚到底什么，我喜欢看失意人的故事，不限于感情上。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8784980493511075765?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8784980493511075765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>If there's a wall....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SF1pCvGWvXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jA0BjDbX1Ic/s1600-h/chsb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SF1pCvGWvXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jA0BjDbX1Ic/s400/chsb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214439439288679794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8128444383591150654?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8128444383591150654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8128444383591150654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7979805425952549569</id><published>2008-06-10T01:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:49:05.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>长昼</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SE3IqctMrdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/O_7C5mcUkGY/s1600-h/09062008738b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SE3IqctMrdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/O_7C5mcUkGY/s400/09062008738b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210040975523360210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几乎晚上十点天才变黑，如果天气好的话，仍可以在太阳落山以后看到退了色的晚霞，然后那些云也会变黑，象影子在蓝色的天空上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去的一个多月，我也算“深居简出”，最常做的事情就是呆呆的望着窗外，看外面草地上发生的一切。从刮着冷风下着小雨的冷清的四月到越来越多半裸男女在草晒太阳的六月。一切都发生在那片草地上，除了目睹了怎样把堆砌砖头的一角边成又一片草皮，还有看到来来往往的人在那里玩耍。记得的有，一天n批男生到那里踢球，结果地都被踢黑了，有一个五六岁的小女孩喜欢不断的翻跟头，还有一个喜欢穿米白风衣的女人总是在傍晚出来溜狗（两只，颜色一深一浅）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天气好的时候，我就把窗开大，头伸到外面，让风猛吹，天气不好，就把窗户关到留一条小缝隙，保持空气流通，然后缩在椅子上试图读书或者盯着电脑屏幕。也会出门，去买菜，去见朋友，但可能总是关在家里我有点开始退化，比如车上一些人的劣质香水会让我忍不住咳嗽，突然某一天路走多了脚会痛。进电影院，电影开始的时候我觉得耳朵因为声音太大而受不了，坐在旁边的yj说，你只是不习惯。那次是我几乎半年以来第一次进电影院。人如果退化起来，速度是很快的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，与此同时我应该吃了很多面包，喝了很多茶，厨艺略有进步（顺便深深感谢那些所有曾给我做饭的人，回忆起来，几乎我所有的朋友都给我做过饭，无论对方厨艺高低）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果以上的一切是某一部电影里的画面，那么应该在三分钟内就可以交代完毕，甚至更短。你知道，是那种快进的画面，看见草地上人快快快的玩耍然后离开，新的草皮转眼完工，我在屋子里左转右转，吃啊吃，喝啊喝，太阳升起落下再升起再落下，打开窗，呼，一阵风头发全部吹乱。我去买菜，我去买菜，我去central, 我去central。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，这个时候，速度慢下来，我坐在公园的一条长椅上， 转过头去，看着阳光从树叶缝隙倾泻下来，拿出我的老手机拍一张不能仔细看的照片。这一刻，是今天的晚上八点四十五。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间过得这样快，三分钟即可交代，意义何在？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7979805425952549569?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7979805425952549569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7979805425952549569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7979805425952549569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7979805425952549569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='长昼'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;今天晚上据说是欧洲冠军杯半决赛，旁边有两位死守电视的人，他们不肯和我说话，我跟他们说话也是徒劳无功，索性上网找其他朋友聊天（因为发生了一件必须跟人讲的事情）。msn上巧遇国内朋友，已经凌晨，问他怎么不睡，他的答案让人绝望，“看足球”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;足球在英国这样的国家简直是religion更加和经济有着密切联系。今年一家卖体育用品的连锁店估计有20多家都要关门大吉，因为英格兰队没能入围欧洲杯。去这样卖球衣的店里可以找到给1岁小孩的size。会在街上看到小小人坐在婴儿车里含着奶嘴，对外界浑然不知之际却已经被套上他老爸支持球队的球衣，简直象宗教－－也没问过他愿不愿意就被“洗礼”了，煞有介事的被推去看比赛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn上的朋友回复速度突然快起来，我回头看看电视，原来是广告时间。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4997364889738027519?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4997364889738027519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=4997364889738027519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='日志读者'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8595640537806001544</id><published>2008-04-27T17:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:02:14.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>暗淡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SBSxc0o42eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wYcHoU85vb0/s400/DSC_0288b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193971378989619682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SBSwb0o42cI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YXr6_ZwJgVE/s400/IMG_0994b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193970262298122690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/SBSxxEo42fI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WrGBX_8j-RM/s400/IMG_0303b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193971726881970674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已经很长一段时间，我没有任何“生产量”。日子就这样一点点暗淡下去，很少出门，在房间里却并没有做什么。有时候出去带着相机，拍一些乱七八糟的照片。不过回来还是很开心的，可以去那些喜欢的地方，吃那些想吃的东西。见朋友就象昨天刚见过一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yj跟我指地铁站里弹吉他唱歌的人，黑风衣，黑帽子，声音嘹亮，地铁的隧道是传播声音的良好媒介。"Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London ,I'll show you something to make you change your mind."这是她说那黑衣人曾唱过的歌，她那天站在那里听歌词写下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚回来的时候说话总是“香港，香港”，也是一段生活经历，禁不住提起，就象我会提起伦敦一样。我会想起在香港的好，有喜欢吃的“麦皮”，虽然周末想去吃的时候总是因为起床晚而错过。会想起每天早晨上班的那条路，火车在地面上，窗外的绿色在雾里，然后是旺角写字楼的电梯，时常会因为电梯里站了其他人而不好意思看镜子。当然，还有很多很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想这些年，日子真的是一直暗淡下去的，有时候这种不知方向的日子让自己有种落魄感。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8595640537806001544?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8595640537806001544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8595640537806001544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8595640537806001544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7821164547846532861</id><published>2008-04-04T18:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:34:31.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>坪洲</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R_ZonneCuMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EbKq3gtWotw/s400/IMG_0179b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185447050782881986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R_Zou3eCuNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/koQSECuIKBU/s400/IMG_0204b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185447175336933586" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='坪洲'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R_ZonneCuMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EbKq3gtWotw/s72-c/IMG_0179b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-4450797181219374835</id><published>2008-03-08T15:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:12:29.869Z</updated><title type='text'>one of those good days</title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with my spinal cord, I think, my waist hurts when I sit, bend down, even when I walk sometimes. Anyway, I sat in a taxi for almost an hour this morning, due to the bad traffic, and I was half asleep coz I got up too early this morning. I was on my way to a literature festival event. I was going to see one of my favouriate authors, haha, but I was just too tired to be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for half of the talk, which took places in a small studio-like lecture room in central. Standing at the back of the room in dark, and watching those three authors talking about their travel books in those soft light, it was "surreal but nice". I bought one of the authors' book the day before I left london, and I read it when I was in mainland China, then I met the author asked him to sign on the book a few months later in Hong Kong. And it's a book about China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later those three writers were asked how much they put in fictional elements into their books. I was a bit suprised at this question,, I never thought about it in that way, I thought all the words in travel books must be true. However, that's not true. But soon I realised that was a very good question. The first writer said something about interpretation, if someone writes about Greece, then it must be his Greece. So I interpreted that as depending on the personal interpretation. So in a way, it doesn't matter how much the fictional elements being put into, because different people read a same book they get different interpretations. The second writer was rather honest, he said due to some commercial reasons, like the publisher's suggestions, they had to make up some. The third writer was saying the true incidents might be more dramatic and funnier than you could have imagined. (if i remembered those answers correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I really want that English guy's autograph, so I bought another copy of his book asked him to sign, and his comment on my name was "short".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4450797181219374835?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4450797181219374835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=4450797181219374835' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4450797181219374835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4450797181219374835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-those-good-days.html' title='one of those good days'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6692355285484927354</id><published>2008-03-08T14:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:36:28.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>小出门</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R9KqlDBn9sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2fb1Qy0AbUI/s400/IMG_0048b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175386475246122690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R9KrMjBn9tI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0rs0a25Evy8/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175387153850955474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R9KtkDBn9vI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LvOHKSH-mX8/s400/IMG_0083b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175389756601136882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6692355285484927354?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6692355285484927354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6692355285484927354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6692355285484927354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6692355285484927354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_08.html' title='小出门'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R9KqlDBn9sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2fb1Qy0AbUI/s72-c/IMG_0048b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5637477993738444697</id><published>2008-03-01T12:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:43:52.522Z</updated><title type='text'>一成不变</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R8laHidxUrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FLj2jHMYYq0/s1600-h/DSC07126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R8laHidxUrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FLj2jHMYYq0/s400/DSC07126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172764732568982194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;在一成不变的日子里，我今天有了负面的突破，那就是什么都没做。我从早晨到中午就盯着电视，没有办法，只能怪节目做得太好。然后突然想起自己总是坐着对脊椎不好，曾经有一段时间我右手有两个手指开始麻木。翻出一张夹在书里被我妈一起寄来的破纸，是曾经买瑜加垫子赠送的，上面有一些简单的动作据说是对脊椎好的动作。就在沙发上折腾了几下，心里舒服了，以为自己做了运动。不久以后我就睡着了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醒来的时候太阳已经要落山，真的是要落山，看见它就在山头的位置。也不知道那小山丘叫什么名字。这里的小山都有名字，我一个同事家住在钻石山，我让他下次来上班时候带点钻石给我，他用流利的普通话回答“不要白痴“。醒来的时候太阳已经要落山，心里空空的，最怕下午睡觉就是这个原因。我昨天早一家超市里找到twining的水果茶，我从前一直喝的，喜欢配蜂蜜。水冲进去，闻一闻那味道，真的再熟悉不过。这样的时刻，无论身在哪里，都特别想回到那个熟悉的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;照片上有一个铅笔刀，是最后一次去national gallery买的，藏在笔下面好久，那天突然发现它。同事看见问我是什么，我说是樊高的椅子，她说，恩，上面的确写了vincent。看见它有点恍如隔世的感觉。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5637477993738444697?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5637477993738444697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5637477993738444697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5637477993738444697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5637477993738444697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='一成不变'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R8laHidxUrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FLj2jHMYYq0/s72-c/DSC07126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-4257053661821592888</id><published>2008-02-19T09:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:38:00.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Excercise</title><content type='html'>上星期天我許多同事都去參加了渣打馬拉松，星期一來上班的時候不是腿痛就是腳上起了泡。我也腿痛，因爲星期六晚上的“事故性運動".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當時我在辦公室，大概晚上七點多，已經沒什麽人，聼到走廊外面響起火警鈴，去旁邊辦公室，發現那幾個人不知道什麽時候已經走掉了。我便趕緊收拾了東西準備走人。出去看到幾部電梯都寫了 ”OUT OF SERVICE“，然後想起這種時候是不能用電梯的。警鈴聲音咄咄逼人，我沖向樓梯閒，一口氣從19樓跑到一樓，結果1樓的緊急出口是鎖上的。我跑回3樓，3樓是商場，但無論如何通向商場的門鎖了。我又跑上四樓，五樓，六樓試試，（算一下，這時候我已經跑了25層了），滿頭汗，腿都軟了，那種晚上一個人困在樓梯閒的感覺就別提了，電話也收不到信號。幸好我去了6樓，因爲那個地方有個房間寫了大廈管理部的號碼，將電話貼近通向商場的門收到一點信號打了過去，他們說馬上有人上來給我開門，還說他們沒有接到任何消息樓上火警鈴響了，又說了電梯是可以用的。總之幾分鈡后我進到了商場裏面，呼。。。得救了。開門的人問我從幾樓下來的，我說19樓，他突然睜大眼睛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道火警鈴響了？電梯仍然可以用？快告訴我，那不是我的幻覺！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走出大廈的時候突然想起來，周末的時候6部電梯只開兩部，另外四部就是OUT OF SERVICE。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4257053661821592888?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4257053661821592888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=4257053661821592888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4257053661821592888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4257053661821592888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/02/accidental-excercise.html' title='Accidental Excercise'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-972494533462792209</id><published>2008-02-15T13:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:36:52.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>9:22pm Friday night, still sitting in my office and listening to Michael Buble's "Home", I think what YJ said is right, his version is much better than West Life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice song, you can give it a try, I mean, staying in your office on a Friday night,working and listening to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDQnkYwfNfk"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And see how it feels like. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-972494533462792209?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/972494533462792209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=972494533462792209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/972494533462792209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/972494533462792209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1247515540725616389</id><published>2008-02-14T02:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:53:59.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine</title><content type='html'>My colleague gave me one pack of chocolate as Valentine's present, unfortunately I finished them all yesterday. Because I was so bored and sleepy in my office, eating became sort of entertainment. She said, I should've given it to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in my office now, feeling surreal, because so far, after two hours, since 9am this morning, I still haven't done any work, in fact, my boss hasn't gave me one yet. And this is extrodinary. How likely does this happen in my working life? I shall say 5% maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I have other things to do, why I decide to blog a bit is that I read this on BBC website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The British Royal Air Force Aerobatic Team, the Red Arrows, create a heart shape using smoke above RAF Scampton ahead of Valentine's Day on Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R7OsKx075SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cjgtkBD-SMM/s1600-h/_44425192_dayinpcspa2416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R7OsKx075SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cjgtkBD-SMM/s400/_44425192_dayinpcspa2416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166662498698126626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1247515540725616389?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1247515540725616389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1247515540725616389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1247515540725616389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1247515540725616389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R7OsKx075SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cjgtkBD-SMM/s72-c/_44425192_dayinpcspa2416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7980060861099327850</id><published>2008-02-07T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:06:28.339Z</updated><title type='text'>new year's fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6sq_mZzWHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QNKSgK8Vemo/s1600-h/nyfb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6sq_mZzWHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QNKSgK8Vemo/s400/nyfb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164268669839300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's all about flowers at new year in southern China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7980060861099327850?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7980060861099327850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7980060861099327850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7980060861099327850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7980060861099327850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-years-fair.html' title='new year&apos;s fair'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6sq_mZzWHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QNKSgK8Vemo/s72-c/nyfb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7576837916010544990</id><published>2008-02-06T15:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:39:41.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>东部生活</title><content type='html'>东部生活自三个多星期前就开始了，所谓东部是某个区的东边。一向懒散，从来没有想过自己会遇上如此的状况，生活几乎等于工作。充实么？也许不，而是经常怀疑自己是否还活着。每天早晨火车从路面渐渐驶入地下，喜欢的是车窗外雾蒙蒙的一切，楼宇半藏在山里树中。然后进入黑暗，然后下车，进入电梯，到办公室，工作，吃饭，工作，吃饭，工作，再钻入地铁站。浮上地面时， 那些楼宇已经不见，只有灯光从千万面玻璃后透出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经很少看小说，看电影，拍照片，还有那些我从前一直在做的娱乐活动。只是回家坐在沙发上电视前盯着屏幕，锁住nat geo adventure，身体是couch potato，心却已飞得老远。节目里说，let's get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中午等于clusterphobia，这个城市不错，就是人太多。同事笑，“这样很热闹啊。“ 我想，如果yj在这里的话，会对人群大喊”get out of my way!" 同事带我走过n次的路，我仍然搞不清楚，抬头是千百扇大招牌，不抬头是万人群，哪条街有什么不同。 他们告诉我想记住某条街不能看某家店的招牌记， 当你记住了，不久就换成另外一块招牌了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能说我讨厌这样的生活，只是总觉得累。朋友写email都问我，现在不能想吃就吃想睡就睡了吧。我苦笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也有许多开心的时刻，和朋友同事在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天已经很晚，办公室很少人，很静。 fifi说，看看外面的夜景吧，我走向窗口，她关掉了灯。密封的玻璃外面是瞬间被点亮的屏幕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6n0nmZzWGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Cpb5C3htVns/s400/DSC06919b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163927408917829730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 办公室楼下，透过带淡蓝色的玻璃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6n0gmZzWFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MdFgsQQqIac/s400/DSC06924b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163927288658745426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 那日的尖沙咀，雾特别大，和朋友站在海边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6n0D2ZzWEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_tugcvHEe1Y/s400/DSC06954b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926794737506370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 夜晚的铜锣湾，很许多同事在一起，和许多人在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6nxdGZzWDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9W8s15wwn4/s400/DSC06980b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923929994319922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 今天中午的电梯，可能是乘过最长的商场电梯。缓缓到楼上，为了吃饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6nxRmZzWCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UsSoPyAU_ug/s400/DSC06984b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923732425824290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 傍晚喝咖啡，爱上那沙发，对面的风景不错。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7576837916010544990?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7576837916010544990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7576837916010544990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7576837916010544990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7576837916010544990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='东部生活'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R6n0nmZzWGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Cpb5C3htVns/s72-c/DSC06919b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7458073969830020919</id><published>2008-01-18T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:14:21.204Z</updated><title type='text'>在路上</title><content type='html'>新的一年直到现在，我一直都没有写blog，虽然许多时候都想写，但不是因为太累就是没有时间。但是我偏偏想纪录下那么多。2007的圣诞以后我总是东跑西颠，匆匆忙忙，到处都去一下，却又走马观花。比如晚上10点多才到了牛津吃了顿饭就返回了住处，然后又去巴斯，只半小时逛了古罗马人的“洗澡堂”，又买了车票返回伦敦，错过了半场《悲惨世界》。是时间安排不好么？感觉上已经好久没有自己完全安排时间，然后在伦敦从南到北串来串去，在市中心流连忘返，最后将所有的书都寄发出去，带着不可以超重的行李，踏上飞机，来到了香港。然而我又会在香港呆多久呢？不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢到处走，虽然没有去过很多地方。但是在路上的同时，又想念曾经自己租下来的一个个小窝。想去很多地方，但总有一个可以回去的地方。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7458073969830020919?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7458073969830020919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7458073969830020919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7458073969830020919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7458073969830020919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='在路上'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6764267222588819959</id><published>2007-12-27T01:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:41:46.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R3MH_IgTQvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WWHOHuUBLAY/s400/DSC06827b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148467580210725618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R3MHxIgTQuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oAT_ZO-eLvE/s400/DSC06836b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148467339692557026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007年的圣诞在朋友家安静的度过。附近的街上没有任何行人，只有到晚上看到远处点点的灯光。我说我喜欢如此的万家灯火，其实知道它们也许只是路灯。就是一直喜欢这样在黑暗里静默的望向远处的璀璨，然后又总是莫名感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有，Boxing day的河面十分平静。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6764267222588819959?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6764267222588819959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6764267222588819959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6764267222588819959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6764267222588819959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R3MH_IgTQvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WWHOHuUBLAY/s72-c/DSC06827b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1676154138095485082</id><published>2007-12-24T02:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:44:15.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>大雾</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R28ciIgTQqI/AAAAAAAAATY/l08ddxa-XvU/s400/DSC06773b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147364271831859874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这可能是我见过的最浓的一次雾，能见度可能也就五十米。因为是星期天在雾里等车将近二十分钟，天气也冷，旁边只有一对情侣不停的劈里啪啦接吻，然后就是路边一划而过的车子们。待到了市中心时候，简直不知道之前的自己去了哪里。那是一种很奇怪的感觉，象老电影里看到的场景，雾气包围这一切，神秘而清冷的市郊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;街上的人在忙着christmas shopping，年末了，许多正在结束，许多好像正在开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;匆匆的见了ben，他明天就走了，我们的bm生活是彻底的结束了，可能再也不会进去那个楼里面。从去年开始，我总会想一些问题，比如，下次会是什么时候见坐在对面的朋友，还会不会再回到这个城市。一个总是期望去许多地方的人却最害怕离别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天和carol坐在暖烘烘的小馆子里吃东西，外面是匆忙的人群与寒冷的夜。提及一些从前的事情，心情变得很低落。或者因为心情低落才想起从前的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总之我想生活里有太多未知，有些时候，如果是分别，你回头去再看对方一眼，也许就是多一眼，之后如何真的完全不知道。少年的时候跟朋友分开偶尔会回头去看，多半是出于好奇。成年以后除了有些时候送人去机场，基本上没有回头的经历了。不再特别想知道后面会不会发生什么，即使有想多望一眼的时候的情况也忍着走开了，或者觉得不看也罢，看了又怎样。对于别人会不会回头，我变得更不会好奇了。从前还会期望对方因依依不舍会回头，现在是真的不会期望了，也不想知道，说了再见就干脆点走掉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我是困了，不再胡说八道了，睡觉。已经24号，圣诞快乐！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1676154138095485082?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1676154138095485082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1676154138095485082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1676154138095485082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1676154138095485082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_24.html' title='大雾'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R28ciIgTQqI/AAAAAAAAATY/l08ddxa-XvU/s72-c/DSC06773b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-172119587740611725</id><published>2007-12-23T01:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:12:17.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Being Miffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R221uIgTQpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/28C2bbxhcIM/s1600-h/DSC06765b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R221uIgTQpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/28C2bbxhcIM/s400/DSC06765b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146969753315918482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-172119587740611725?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/172119587740611725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=172119587740611725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/172119587740611725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/172119587740611725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-miffy.html' title='Being Miffy'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R221uIgTQpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/28C2bbxhcIM/s72-c/DSC06765b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5631381868134594117</id><published>2007-12-20T14:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:47:16.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Light it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2qEc4gTQoI/AAAAAAAAATI/uumogdogwng/s400/DSC06740b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146071155963282050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2qEMYgTQnI/AAAAAAAAATA/LRTi6Up0Ckk/s400/DSC06745b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146070872495440498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2qCAYgTQkI/AAAAAAAAASo/Jezv5V4EPyk/s400/DSC06601b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146068467313754690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2qB4YgTQjI/AAAAAAAAASg/XowC9Q11cM4/s400/DSC06592b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146068329874801202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5631381868134594117?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5631381868134594117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5631381868134594117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5631381868134594117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5631381868134594117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/light-it-up.html' title='Light it up'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2qEc4gTQoI/AAAAAAAAATI/uumogdogwng/s72-c/DSC06740b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-4730731304900528932</id><published>2007-12-16T19:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:49:07.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐时光</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2Wro4gTQiI/AAAAAAAAASY/q-OwmDi9AWs/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144706868191642146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus at the station, YJ told me, let's do something really crazy. So we jumped on the night train to Cambridge. Actually, it wasn't that romantic, I thought about it for a while, and told her that I'm lazy. And she said she'd drag me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I just love the moments before starting a trip, it is exciting and full of expectation and imagination. The train driving really fast in the darkness, we were talking about writing. Although neither of us is a writer, writing is something we both love. An English man in suit sitting opposite, he was half-asleep, sometimes opened his eyes and starred at us. I wondered what he was thinking about. The conversation reminded me something I heard in the film "lost in translation", when Scarlett Johansson was lying in a hotel room and talking with Bill Murray, she said, she tried to write, but she hates what she wrote, then she took pictures, she found her pictures were just mediocre, like a phase that every girl went through. I am not sure if I am going through this phase right now. But I told YJ to write. A good writer can bring the readers a world, a world that the readers perhaps had never touched before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking pints of beer in a party, I woke up quite early in the morning. Cambrige in winter is just as beautiful as in summer time. And it's different from London, everything here is peaceful and nice. People were busy with Christmas shopping. By the side of a market, some Christians were singing Christmas Carols. A just-married couple came out of a church in wedding dress followed by their parents and of course the cameraman and the photographer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and later went into another church. It was very quiet inside, the sunshine drifted into through the colourful windows. Apart from the people working near the entrance, it was only three of us. Sitting on the wood bench which was perhaps much older than me, YJ and Song were whispering something in Korean, I didn't know what it was, but it sounded romantic to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tower, I suppose, and there were stairs, narrow but high staris, probably hundreds of them reaching the top, I hit my head with the very low ceiling, someone came down, told us "it's nearly there", which was actually not. I almost lost my breath when finally got on the top floor, but what we've got was the stunning view of the town. Later when we walked down the stairs, someone was coming up, YJ told him "it's nearly there", it was only the beginning of a marathron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How nice life can be" I spoke to YJ over a cafe table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2WqcIgTQhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tdhcfbaV3Ek/s400/DSC06708b+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144705549636682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4730731304900528932?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4730731304900528932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2270084035893968486</id><published>2007-12-12T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:53:41.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>现在生活</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2RwDogTQcI/AAAAAAAAARo/HBAI-kNyKW4/s400/10122007677b+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144359882078765506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2Rs8IgTQbI/AAAAAAAAARg/ix1u_84nJOY/s400/DSC06614b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144356454694863282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;房间里暖烘烘的，房间里灯光柔和，房间里堆满圣诞节需要送出去的礼物。电话里传出钢琴曲，小女孩在那一边弹，因为通过电话，音质好像从前午夜里听到广播。曲子并不够流畅，节奏也并不准确，但因此听起来异常可爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上的字是之前某一天写的，是那种在非常郁闷与疲倦的一幕小插曲，充当了生活里的缓冲。回到伦敦已经两个多星期，这样的感觉是很怪的，好像离开了很久，又好像又从来没有离开过。生活暂时处在一种漂泊的状态中，不知道下一步会走到哪里。我以为短期之内我是不会回来了，但是一切总是在变化，常去吃饭的地方的老板们见到我都很惊讶的样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在家被冷空气训练了两个月，现在回来也不觉得伦敦冷了，又可以呼吸到大片绿地散发出的味道，真好。在国内闷得不行的时候最想做的事情就是去公园里走一走。可惜的是总是以为永远离开，所以收了leaving present，结果兜个圈子又回来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在的生活还行吧，没什么特别不高兴的，就是总想逃跑，&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2270084035893968486?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2270084035893968486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2270084035893968486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2270084035893968486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2270084035893968486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_12.html' title='现在生活'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R2RwDogTQcI/AAAAAAAAARo/HBAI-kNyKW4/s72-c/10122007677b+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-3959772909902208083</id><published>2007-12-05T22:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:16:11.459Z</updated><title type='text'>坐</title><content type='html'>持续坐在椅子上七个多小时，如果是坐在飞机上，恐怕已经抵达了蒙古。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-3959772909902208083?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/3959772909902208083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=3959772909902208083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/3959772909902208083'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;以为会在长城上看见k，结果提前一天在某影展上看到他，他拿着香槟以飞快的语速跟我讲着。如果不是知道他家乡哪里，还会以为他讲普通话长大的。k还是老样子，批判批判再批判。以为终于可以在酒店里好好睡上一觉，结果折腾到凌晨四点多去楼下reception买吃的东西，再睡不着的时候就索性坐在卫生间的马桶上写下只言片语为着那该交却没交的文。以为会去长城，却和猪宝去了香山。也没想到会见到uii，塞给我一个打火机，正莫名其妙的时候，uii教训道，给你就拿着。 还有就是没想到首都的各种服务设施那么差，出租车司机比传说中还可怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一位司机先生跟我说：“你们是学生吧？来北京玩的？北京干净吧！。。你别看我现在开出租车，我以前是做生意的，我女儿在法国读书！我家就住天安门这儿，不过我经常去你们住的那个区采购，那儿有个大超市，沃尔玛，肥沃的”沃“，。。”美国“大超市！。。你们住哪个酒店啊？北京那个xx酒店，好着呢，里面什么都有，还有洗衣机。。。这儿有个菜市场（手指向窗外）。。。”    哈哈哈哈哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开北京的夜晚在火车上沉沉睡去，口渴了喝水继续睡。醒来的时候看到冉冉升起的日。新的一天，距离下一次的行程越来越近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真正出乎意料的是最想得到的生日礼物竟然在那个傻大傻的就知道修傻高傻高的楼和傻宽傻宽的城市里得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R1NCu3BPSMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6wS85dW2xKs/s1600-R/DSC06478b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R1NCu3BPSMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UwQ0Rah6Bcw/s400/DSC06478b.jpg" border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6589088074585925176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='北京周末'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R1NCu3BPSMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UwQ0Rah6Bcw/s72-c/DSC06478b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6185080247356800605</id><published>2007-11-19T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:17:21.691Z</updated><title type='text'>太阳照常升起</title><content type='html'>电影太阳照常升起是由四个不同的小故事组成，故事与故事之间没有必然联系，我想唯一它们被联在一起的理由就是不同故事里的人物在生活里有过一种交集，这种交集简单的就像我认识你，你认识她，她又遇到他，他可能又认识我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间是五六十年代的中国，有历史背景的时间，却将历史事件完全抛开，讲的是普通人生活里的故事，有着许多喜剧元素。老实说，刚开始看了一点觉得这片子里的人怎么都这么奇怪，也因为奇怪的人物行为才会好笑。然而采访导演姜文的时候，他说，回头看看生活里的人，又有多少是真正正常的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人是否正常不同的研究领域有不同的标准，从社会的角度，一种文化下，我们有自己的道德和行为的标准，另外多数相对少数，多数通常被认为是正常的。随着年龄的增长，遇到的人越来越多，发现有“古怪”行为和习惯的人还真的不少。就比如住在BM的时候，Chris, Christina 和我住在一层，常被朋友说，你们那层住的都是怪人。可是我想自己并不这样觉得，Chris我觉得还可以除了偶尔的神出鬼没，至于Christina,我和Chris 却一致认为她是个怪人。她有时候凌晨两点背大行李出门不说，此人简直是遇万事不惊，如果不是刚搬进来的时候和她打过招呼，谁都会一位她是个哑巴。还喜欢将一切与卧室（住在学校里，其实房间就可以是卧室和卧室以外的一切）无关的东西放在门外的走廊边，比如食品包装，滴水的雨伞之类。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说回电影，因为这些怪异的行为，让人捧腹大笑，一个人的生活里无论发生怎样的事情，怪异的行为是不可能离开主人的。所以无论生活里发生了怎样的事情，可笑的事情还是很多的，因此有了一些喜剧。另外，无论发生了怎样的事情，在怎样压抑沉重的气氛里，偶尔的开心的事情还是会带来喜悦，这是从人物的角度说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;姜文说，人们喜欢夸大自己的情感，这没有任何不对，但是天地会因此而为人改变么？不会，所以太阳照常升起。第一个小故事里的女人为着心里的爱情疯疯癫癫的活下去，儿子每天就看着她，怕她发生意外，不去读书，不去工作。如此的生活，天地没有任何为他们改变。导演又说，因为太阳照常升起，人们会因此会更加夸大内心的情感。电影最后的一幕是女人在山顶望着冉冉升起的太阳大声叫喊着她已经死去的爱人的名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十分喜欢电影的配乐，原来作曲者是曾多次和宫其骏合作过的久石让。他的音乐里总有一些精灵，喜悦，俏皮，得意，至少我是这样听的。后来看九石让的采访，他说：“人生在世，生死无常。在轮回转世的过程中，人与人的接触，一切不求因由，更没有答案。”一直喜欢为许多事情的发生找出个理由，比如，这样一种生活是以悲剧还是喜剧存在？或者根本是坑长沉闷的肥皂剧？也许是许多小说和电影对我的影响，总想试图找出因由与结果。原来可能根本就不是这样一回事。许多人的生活里根本没有这些，存在的意义就是在存在时间里的存在。想到这一点也就坦然了许多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“一代人来，一代人走，大地永存，太阳升起，太阳落下，太阳照常升起。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6185080247356800605?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6185080247356800605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R0HEJS23r1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/d7jnVUaquTw/s1600-h/DSC06464b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R0HEJS23r1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/d7jnVUaquTw/s400/DSC06464b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600714138922834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R0HEoy23r2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/0jRHYBkmrL8/s1600-h/DSC06469b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R0HEoy23r2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/0jRHYBkmrL8/s400/DSC06469b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134601255304802146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-405540541002616864?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/R0HEJS23r1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/d7jnVUaquTw/s72-c/DSC06464b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6148670635950357881</id><published>2007-11-15T15:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:58:38.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>记录</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rzxsmy23ruI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HyXfUqFXaZA/s400/30340005b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133097089038266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, I went to some university on the other side of the river to visit a friend. While waiting for her, I sat at the playground and saw those students were practicing Tai Chi in a warm afternoon with the construction as the background. I was quite surprised to be honest; I didn’t know they have such lessons in uni. And the construction, those buildings are planning to be built on the land, which is used to be graveyards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RzxtnS23rvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PinpYKLL2Q0/s400/DSC06316b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133098197139828466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s another photo taken in the university, nothing special, I was just very curious to know what’s over there, outside of the campus, those small houses displaying rather neatly. But unfortunately my lens couldn’t reach that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rzxujy23rwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gN_vX3fLtY4/s400/30340031b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133099236521914114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the river side and the river is draining out slowly, couldn’t believe that there was a serious flood in 1998, everyone in the city were trying to save our land. I was still in school, and was encouraged to donate in order to help. It was the first time for me seeing the light (perhaps it’s been there for years already), it kept shining and changing its colour, red, white and green maybe. I remember there was a couple standing beside me, the girl said she liked the white light most, me too. When the light turned into white, the surface of the river looked a bit scary because of its perfect stillness and quietness. It was a windless night, thus it seemed so unreal, and I couldn’t help to wonder where I was. By the way, it’s an interesting picture, if you try to blink, you’ll feel like the light is still shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RzxwjC23rxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/79rRuLHuVNg/s400/30340027b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133101422660267794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rzxx4i23ryI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gUSOf3kzFLE/s400/30340029b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133102891539083042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of the main decorations in modern Chinese cities is the blazing red, green and blue in darkness. This reminds me an episode in a fiction I read years ago, the women in the story loves darkness, because it covers her aging skin, after some make up and fancy jewelleries, she thought she was just as pretty as she once was. The night scene can be really beautiful regardless of the grey sky and polluted air in daytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RzxzZi23rzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8-w-i94RyKA/s400/DSC06433b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133104557986393906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in early November, I went to the other side of the river again, my high school moved there a few years ago. Of course the campus is much larger than it was, I walked along the corridors in main building, all the walls and doors of classrooms were build with glass, and teachers were speaking with microphones on. It’s been a big change, most of the teachers used to work here have left and I met one of the students who used to go to school with me has become a teacher now. When I was about to leave, I suddenly turned around and caught the sun again, I began loving the other part of the city, it’s somewhere you can see the sunshine easily and with plenty of fresh air, well, so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rzx08i23r0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/B-AMv5grIWI/s400/DSC06452b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133106258793443138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in someone’s office, on the 23rd floor of a building in central. Standing at the window, the cold air flew in and got mixed with the warm heating, it smelt so contradicted. Outside, it was late afternoon, looking down the roads through the heavy mist, busy traffic at peak time, the view was scary, suddenly I had the feeling that I knew nothing about the city at all. And it could be the right time for me to know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core of my curiosity has been activated, sometimes I chat with strangers that I bump into, like taxi drivers, waitress in the teahouse. I asked them questions that I didn’t give a damn about before.  One of the taxi drivers told me about the latest security system for taxi drivers, there’s a mini camera inside pointing to the customers’ seat, when in the situation of being robbed, there’s a secret button next to the driver, all they need to do is to pres the button, and the electronic sign on the top of the car appearing some words to seek help. The taxi driver told me he wants to be the first one own such system, and probably he will be the first one in this city, he was kind of proud when saying this. Besides, there’s a small monitor playing some music videos for the customer, I jokingly said please don’t charge me more for this extra service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6148670635950357881?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6148670635950357881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6148670635950357881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6148670635950357881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6148670635950357881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='记录'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rzxsmy23ruI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HyXfUqFXaZA/s72-c/30340005b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8259886637949829217</id><published>2007-10-31T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:37:24.560Z</updated><title type='text'>十月</title><content type='html'>这座城市的十月已经会寒风凛冽,长年居住在此的人都已经习惯了气温.在我已经围上围巾的时候,其他人仍然只穿一件薄外套.五年以后的冬天变得比记忆中寒冷,因此心情如身体一样有了瑟缩的姿态.当在家里想起外面的街道,耳边响起人声嘈杂和汽车鸣笛,一段时间以后,对这些不再那样敏感与烦躁.有时候,我想,也许所谓"适应"就是减低自己对外界事物的要求.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个十月发生了很多事情,难过,失望,沮丧之后是乐观,然后周而复始.开心成为了长期煎熬中的片刻休息. 一个人时候的"片刻休息"就是拿着外观上有点驴唇马嘴的相机到处行走,或者看到书上与电影里好笑的情节时候也会哈哈傻笑.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望如此的十月可以让我成长.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8259886637949829217?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8259886637949829217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8259886637949829217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8259886637949829217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8259886637949829217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_31.html' title='十月'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1113236806530229849</id><published>2007-10-26T13:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:00:02.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>一些风景</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RyHfvKla9hI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1rl0_zowJe0/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125623852312491538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RyHfY6la9gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9nzT5OxwIo8/s400/DSC06377b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125623470060402178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1113236806530229849?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1113236806530229849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1113236806530229849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1113236806530229849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1113236806530229849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_26.html' title='一些风景'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RyHfvKla9hI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1rl0_zowJe0/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5045809980024178784</id><published>2007-10-18T18:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:03:09.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Lanes</title><content type='html'>Hidden lanes in a modern city; the other side of life among skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;A diverse present, that's what shanghai offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RxeeSYvIRVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OcEnN514A98/s400/92140014b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122737139872187730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RxefG4vIRWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9OpGRtjwxHU/s400/92140010b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122738041815319906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RxegqIvIRXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5-garpDhCp0/s400/92140013b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122739746917336434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RxeiZIvIRYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q6Awugt1ES8/s400/lanecopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122741653882815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5045809980024178784?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5045809980024178784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5045809980024178784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5045809980024178784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5045809980024178784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/10/hidden-lanes.html' title='Hidden Lanes'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RxeeSYvIRVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OcEnN514A98/s72-c/92140014b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-3507112563978068051</id><published>2007-10-09T15:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:06:21.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a London affair"</title><content type='html'>Maggie just went offline, she is leaving shanghai soon and preparing for her wedding in Nov. She said she never thought about being the first one saying goodbye to her single life in our small group. "Unfortunately, you're the first one! Or shall I say fortunately?hehe" she told me she hates me talking in English. She might hate me more when I said "I hope you guys live happily after, you know we all love you..." But I guess this is one good thing about talking in English, you can say something that you feel embarrassed to say in Chinese, something cliche but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking with Maggie, Chris was online as well, of course "the process of getting used to the society" is an inevitable topic between us, espeically for now. After complaining a bit about the negative aspects of the current life, he suggested to say something good and happy,because we're both in China now. So he mentioned some films that he watched recently. There we go, we were back to the beginning-how much we love London. Because he mentioned some British films and drama. (I am not talking about patrotism here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book yesterday, the author is a British journalist who lived in China for 6 years, and he wrote as "6 years seemed about the right length of time for a journalistic posting." So he decided to leave even though he could have stayed for longer. I was lying on my bed when reading this, and wondering if 6 years is the right length of time for a student studying abroad. I am back, even though I don't know about the answer yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life." that was 1777 when Samuel Johnson said this. I am not good at history, London must be a lot different from nowadays, and what London could offer him might be miiles away from what I thought it would be. But I think everyone who lived in London must have his own London affair, guess like Maggie met her fiancee in London, or Chris had his adventures and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that when stepping out of a city it might be the time for me to write about it and of course I thought about what I would write about London, but now my mind goes blank apart from the flashbacks of some scenery. I put years of memory in that city including everything in my life and it is there like that I can never take it with me and I miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what would be my London affair, but I'll figure that out in the future like you know what you learned in college when you get a job later in the same field. The process might be really slow, but I'll get it, perhaps the farther you walk away from it, the clearer it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RwvCj4vIRTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PbhhghVI1es/s400/DSC_1135b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119399323217970482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RwvFP4vIRUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/z0mjNDAh_Fk/s400/DSC06055+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119402278155470146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-3507112563978068051?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RwvCj4vIRTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PbhhghVI1es/s72-c/DSC_1135b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2645632896284240108</id><published>2007-10-04T16:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:16:10.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>钟爱</title><content type='html'>在翻看了许久从前的照片以后,我是这么想, 如果钟爱一些东西,你会从很早就开始对它注意,一直到后来找了许多同样或者相似之物,然后某一天可能会笑自己一直的反反复复. 但是在这个寻找捕捉的过程中,很可能不会发现自己的偏爱,只是到后来你才知道原来自己的钟意不曾改变. 我看到2001年和2002年的照片,发现那时候的我已经在拍天空.照片拍得非常粗糙,但当我看到他们的那一刻,知道自己为什么当时会按下快门.那些曾经的吸引到现在仍然不会褪色.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不记得自哪一年起,我学会躺在草地上望着天空和云,那种平静与开阔可以让人忘记所有烦恼. 烦闷的时候抬头看看,就觉得地面上的一切真的没什么大不了,什么论文,工作之类的事情,当时觉得占据整个生活,仰起头的那一刻觉得什么都是可能的,也是无所谓的. 也许我从来都不是特别融入生活的人,总是将自己摆在置身事外的位置上,所以一路颠簸,又总想着能飞上天或者被UFO带走这样的神话科幻的情节.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些伦敦的街景,其实我已经拍过千百遍, 却不能记得诸如此类的动作.仍然继续拍,因为总觉得自己没拍过. 看到重复的照片,开始笑自己,也清楚了真正喜欢什么.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天走过路边的书报亭忍不住买下一本哆拉A梦,这是小学时代的最爱.时常带着许多漫画在书包里,惹得同学不能专心听课,不停的以咳嗽做为暗号跟我借漫画. 现在看起来仍然津津有味. 钟爱也许就是持久的自然的吸引.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2645632896284240108?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2645632896284240108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2645632896284240108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2645632896284240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2645632896284240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='钟爱'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-269234144507890807</id><published>2007-09-27T17:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:07:41.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>麻烦</title><content type='html'>贴两张照片,终于从这个电脑转到那个电脑,再以极慢的速度蠕动到网上,打开BLOGGER.COM上传照片.再用代理服务器看更新的BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rvva-YvIRRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yMMnldx8rIU/s400/DSC06203b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114922567136199954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浦东机场.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RvvcIYvIRSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mdYRxoZ42u8/s400/DSC06214b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114923838446519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天下午5点左右的日落,竟然被我抓到,再之后去厕所的几分钟里太阳已经不见了踪影,接着来临的是天黑.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-269234144507890807?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/269234144507890807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=269234144507890807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/269234144507890807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/269234144507890807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_27.html' title='麻烦'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rvva-YvIRRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yMMnldx8rIU/s72-c/DSC06203b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-3002327399695753072</id><published>2007-09-26T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:28:16.838Z</updated><title type='text'>此一时彼一时</title><content type='html'>我觉得我快窒息了,现在的感觉好象一个人站在深夜的沙漠的中央,连月亮都没有的晚上,也没有风(其实夜里的沙漠应该是有风很大的吧).周围一片死寂.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚飞机降落之前,空乘报告当地气温只有9度.机场外已经是初冬的味道,很难想象几个小时前的上海还让人汗流浃背.看到飞机上面容艳丽的北方空姐, 我知道我已经在一点一点接近着家乡,也在接近着除出家里温暖以外的与世隔绝. 这里太远了,离许多地方都太远了. 11点多的街上已经廖无人烟,马路又宽又阔,楼群整齐的落在两旁,店铺已经全部关闭,虽然非常整洁,但亦有萧条之感.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天在浦东机场遇到一个女孩子. 我在CHECK-IN处排队,一个女孩走过来问我是否飞XXX,她因从国外回来在上海转机,行李超重(国内航班一般是允许带20KG的托运行李,国际航班是30KG),她请我帮忙分担一下行李重量.我不好意思的告诉她,我也有同样问题刚刚缴了超重行李的费用,请她去旁边客户服务部问一下,因为她转机时间并没有超过24小时,虽然她将之前的登记牌丢了,无法证明她是转机. 之后在登机口处看书等待登机,抬头见有人跟我笑着努力挥手,原来是刚才那个女孩,这才将她看清楚.她戴一顶黑色的毛茸茸的不大合时节的帽子,长发,一副大眼镜挡住半张脸, 人不十分漂亮,衣着像国内典型学生,但是看她那笑起来的样子还有说话慢悠悠的,有一种少女特有的味道. 虽然现在的孩子都长得成熟,看上去可能以为二十多岁,但猜她也就十八九岁,灿烂的笑容里含有一种单纯,可能是因为咧开嘴有点傻笑的样子. 我就呆望着她,在想她是否在和我招手,还有她笑嘻嘻的好像遇到熟人的一样开心. 她走过来说,谢谢你,我把付的钱拿回来了,多亏你告诉我去问客户服务部. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来她坐在远出处的位子上候机,旁边的人应该是她老爸,她在讲话,头转来转去,头发也跟着飘. 这样的女孩给人感觉还象小鸟一样,单纯,好动. 有老爸跑来上海接她应该是幸福的小鸟. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看到她在想自己曾经是否也是这个样子,也想起刚刚出国的时候. 这么多年过去了,在飞机上感觉坐在旁边的学生年纪越来越小,其实是自己长大了. 那时候自己也应该是幸福的小鸟,妈妈总是送我到北京.再想到下次回伦敦是什么时候都不知道,所以特别感慨时间的流逝.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我没有出门,呆在家里整理东西,看到少年时候在某本文摘上抄下的话,虽然没有抄题目,但我记得,好象是"上帝眼里的人类".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 他们厌倦童年生活,急于长大,而后又渴望返老还童.&lt;br /&gt;  他们牺牲自己的健康来换取金钱,然后又牺牲金钱来恢复健康.&lt;br /&gt;  他们对未来充满焦虑,但却忘记了现在.于是,他们既不生活于现实之中,也不生活于未来之中.&lt;br /&gt;  他们活着的时候好象从来不会死去,但是死去以后好象又从未活过."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是那段话的前一部分,后面还有一部分应该算是上帝对人类的忠告吧,我读前一部分的时候比较有滋味.从前读这些句子只觉得十分明智.现在读只觉得自己象个老人一样反省自己是否经历了这些.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是此一时,彼一时.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-3002327399695753072?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/3002327399695753072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=3002327399695753072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/3002327399695753072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/3002327399695753072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_26.html' title='此一时彼一时'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5297572976542226332</id><published>2007-09-24T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:06:18.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='旅行'/><title type='text'>上海</title><content type='html'>这是我在上海的最后一个晚上，明天就会到家。在一个城市停留无论时间长短，最后一个晚上心里总会感觉有些不同。就象在伦敦的最后一个晚上，心里是忐忑的，想写点什么，却因为收拾行李而倦极入睡。最近的几天我总是凌晨才入睡，不躺在床上也不觉得困倦，一但躺下来关上灯就可以马上睡着，yj说这可能是anxious的表现。我也不知道，在上海基本是不动脑的，凡事有chris和maggie带着，以至于去过两次的地铁站今天早晨自己去还是问了两次路人才找到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢这里潮湿的空气，即使一离开空调就会全身是汗，即使放在窗口的书很快会变形。但是潮湿的空气让我可以平静一点，有水分的地方不会让人那么容易焦躁。也可能我来的正好，台风过后气温下降到可以接受的程度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上海的商业气息与西化方式让我觉得恐怖，我是tourist，“观光客”用maggie的话说，拦出租车的时候maggie又说我象乡下人，呵呵，所以看到什么就会大惊小怪。到处都是商场饭店，chris说中国的national sport就是shopping. 这个城市大，商场也大，不象香港虽然到处挤满店铺，但也正因为如此，所以好似没有任何空隙，也就习惯了。上海还是有许多空隙的，也就更加对比出商业场所的庞大比例。至于西化，我没有深刻研究，不知道到底到了什么程度，我只知道这里的cheesecake做得还很地道，但那天在新东方发生的一件小事情让我惊讶。我和maggie在一条小巷拍照，有另外两个中国女生也在拍照留念，我不小心挡住了她们的视野，其中一位竟然跟我说“excuse me”。哟，那么“i'm sorry." 我不能确定西化这个次是否恰当，对于这件事情maggie说有可能她们也是”观光客“，其中一位好像还是讲广东话的。chris的解释是，她们可能把你们当成外国游人，所以才讲英文。无论怎样，maggie后来说在这里的某间高级酒吧，所有人都是讲英文的，中国人与中国人讲话也用英文。原来，社会发展至今在非英语国家仍然沿用老一套——”英文沙龙“，呵呵。从前还听yj讲过在首尔的市中心地区，有些消费场所是留学生喜欢光顾的地方，在那里大家都讲英文。这是可怕的。”the world is flat." 这句话说得再正确没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对于上海这座城我的态度是矛盾的，喜欢的于不喜欢的原因是揉在一起的。对于我这个在英国呆久了乡下人来说，高耸的后现代建筑是不够吸引的。高楼在全世界都是一样，比较偏爱那些弄堂里的老洋房，虽然里面已经破旧不堪，但是将晒衣服的绳子一搭，挂几件衣服在法国落地窗前，又有中国老人坐在门口乘凉，还是别有一番味道的。这座城市的现在与从前只差在一个转弯的路口。这里是热闹的，也是丰富的，有讲不好普通话的老上海人，满口英文爱打扮的年轻小姐，享受高薪待遇的或者来投资的外国人，辛苦打拼的外地中国人。这个地方就是有最原味最老的东西也有最现化的产品，还有一些是在模糊不请地带的结合体，这样的丰富，总有一些是是跻身在这里的人想找的。而我这个观光客，想看的也许是一些极其肤浅的东西，被一种在小说里描写的东西所影响，如那些老弄堂里的风景。还有自己的家乡不曾有的那种潮湿的空气，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;贴一张照片，其他的照片还未整理出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RvfWEIvIRQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R7d3HSXPK-U/s1600-h/DSC06202copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RvfWEIvIRQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R7d3HSXPK-U/s400/DSC06202copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113791268455466242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5297572976542226332?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5297572976542226332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5297572976542226332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5297572976542226332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5297572976542226332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_24.html' title='上海'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RvfWEIvIRQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R7d3HSXPK-U/s72-c/DSC06202copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7568891024068809134</id><published>2007-09-23T04:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:57:40.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>竟然上来了，歪打正着被我登陆了我自己的blog!!!这话听起来多么好笑啊，是啊，在国内上个外国网站真他妈的难。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7568891024068809134?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7568891024068809134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7568891024068809134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7568891024068809134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7568891024068809134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6837382696395142386</id><published>2007-09-15T01:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T03:09:35.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>有点麻木</title><content type='html'>已经有n天没睡好，一件事接着一件事，忙得有点麻木了。每天回家朋友见到我问，“你是从图书馆回来的么？”呵呵，我知， 象打仗一样疲倦。今天交了作业，明天就要搬家，学校真是绝情。整理东西的时候觉得什么都不舍得扔， 但又觉得什么都可以不带，那些东西真的没什么重要的，衣服可以再买，书也是，其他杂物更是可有可无。保留太多东西的不好就是整理的时候会想起许多从前的事情，每件东西都有个故事，即使没有故事的也是时间的符号。象个老太太一样，拿着旧物回忆着曾经。一转念又觉得自己应该抓紧时间整理东西，即刻恢复了正常。所以，回忆过去好像是闲人做的事。那么，我一定是不小心做了很久的闲人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写论文写得闷的时候偶尔听一听音乐将自己刺激清醒，最有效的是那首couches in alley, 大概是夏季还未开始的时候听的歌，那时候chris带我去telegraph hill上去拍日落。回家以后就翻着照片听这首歌，会觉得日子真的很快乐。原来这么容易就可以觉得快乐，视觉加听觉而已，一台电视机可以办到么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在好应该好累的，除了眼睛十分疲倦以外，已经感觉不到特别明显的症状。可能真的忙得麻木了。不过现在想做的是去某个热带海边，靠近海的房间里睡得一塌糊涂，然后被海水涨潮的声音吵醒，然后下楼去吃晚饭。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6837382696395142386?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6837382696395142386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6837382696395142386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6837382696395142386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6837382696395142386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_15.html' title='有点麻木'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6175728451205829301</id><published>2007-09-14T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:51:02.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>doing nothing</title><content type='html'>what I really want to do now is doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6175728451205829301?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6175728451205829301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6175728451205829301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6175728451205829301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6175728451205829301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/doing-nothing.html' title='doing nothing'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8554876928599847007</id><published>2007-09-11T02:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:12:47.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>现在</title><content type='html'>凌晨两点多的天空，依然可以清晰的看到白色的云。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在朋友从前的房间看书，推开门依然有从前的味道，其实也就过了两天，但似好久了。一直喜欢这张桌子，因为坐在那里面前不是墙是窗，是否打开窗帘是我的选择。曾开玩笑说在这样的桌子前能写出伟大的著作，其实面朝窗的桌子是很多的，是不是可以写出许多伟大的著作？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起今早的cleaner，应该是一队cleaners，几乎都虎背熊腰，女性的。cleaner就应该这样吧，不分男女，力气大可以在走廊吸地的时候发出惊天动地的声音把我们这些懒学生吵醒，也可以讲我们装了忘在冰箱里发臭的食物的垃圾袋气势凶猛的从顶楼搬下来，还可以在我们刚想去厨房吃饭的时候横眉怒目的告诉我们她刚擦过地板不许进来，看她的身段我们就害怕了，从而保护了她的劳动成果。今早的一队cleaners，人手一个装清洁工具的塑料筒配一部经济耐用笨重的henry牌吸尘器（一直想知道为什么取名叫henry)。那气势真的不能令人小觑，浩浩荡荡的入侵我们flat。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外面空气真好，我累了，要去睡觉。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8554876928599847007?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8554876928599847007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8554876928599847007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8554876928599847007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8554876928599847007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_11.html' title='现在'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1727296983929616963</id><published>2007-09-08T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:35:52.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Day</title><content type='html'>Today's been a long and weird day. It feels like it's already midnight,but it's only half 7 in the evening, guess that's because I got up around 5 in the morning. I was woken up by the stupid voice mail serivce constantly calling on my mobile phone, but there's only a "no-message message" left. after about 10 seconds, a no number phone call came in, i answered it, a chinese girl's voice which I couldn't recognise and that was around 4am. It turned out to be someone I'd lost contact with for over 10 years, as I can remember, 5 years ago I bumped into her in the street once. I was shocked and  kind of asked her over the phone "what do you want?" I guess my telephone manner would be better if she called me at 10 or 12. she said she just wonders how I am and then she realised i was sleeping, we said goodbye and hung up (well, it wasn't hung up straightaway. she was actually calculating while i was half asleep,"isn't it 8 hours behind china?" ) but after that, i couldn't sleep anymore. I was so annoyed and angry, cos i went to bed at 2 and woke up at 4.  but i'm rather curious now, why she suddenly called me after coicidentally got my phone number in last winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 8:30, Chris was ready to leave for Shanghai, i was too tired to go downstairs, so just stayed in my room and looked at them from the window while they were putting the suitcase into the cab, the driver came out, and suddenly he took out a toothbrush and started brushing his teeth on the side of road. i couldn't help laughing out loud in my room. then he took out a towel and wipped his face very quickly. Jacky's comment is "he's professional." and Chris, as always, went into the cab with his trendy outfit. he has to be stylish all the time, even when stuck in a plane for 13 hour! nowi am listening to the music Chris gave me before and thinking about his "one year in UK" photo series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been packing up, moving out and driving away, the building is nearly empty now, the kitchen is a mess and some abandoned boxes lying in the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me, still fighting with my thesis in a all packed room inside of an empty building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1727296983929616963?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1727296983929616963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1727296983929616963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1727296983929616963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1727296983929616963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-day.html' title='A Long Day'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-4665023241544214676</id><published>2007-09-06T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:54:24.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>种树</title><content type='html'>感觉象在种树，枝干先长出来，速度超快，几乎在一秒种内，但因为如此，叶子没来得及添上去。脑袋有时候会一下从一端根据逻辑达到另外一端，但是却没有整理好内容。可能内容太多了，跟不上速度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在图书馆。刚见了老师，他应该是教我种树的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4665023241544214676?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4665023241544214676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=4665023241544214676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4665023241544214676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4665023241544214676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_06.html' title='种树'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-651535299556967775</id><published>2007-09-03T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:34:06.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry tomato</title><content type='html'>They were eaten in August,yeah....taste the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106091032535276034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rtx6vakSmgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SjWvKhk-8s/s400/tomatocopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-651535299556967775?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/651535299556967775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=651535299556967775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/651535299556967775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/651535299556967775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/cherry-tomato.html' title='cherry tomato'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rtx6vakSmgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SjWvKhk-8s/s72-c/tomatocopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7425078454666658326</id><published>2007-09-02T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:51:54.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>秋天</title><content type='html'>秋季到来的时候是可以从空气里闻到的。然后又好似闻到每年新学期开学的味道，要准备早起，带好书本文具，穿校服去上课。和yj说起，她说很高兴有人一样可以闻到秋天的味道，这样就可以分享。她说从前上学时候每天坐同一路公车，外面是同样的风景。电影里的人提起秋季的到来，在给朋友的emai写到 “我愿意送你一把削好的铅笔。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的秋天没有新学期开始，因为旧学期还没有结束。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-5384613169590029429</id><published>2007-09-02T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:40:37.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>大照片</title><content type='html'>抽屉里有许多照片，房间里大照片有两张。一张是chris给我拍的，站在primrose hill山顶。天空是熟悉的灰紫色，远处的风景在雨里若隐若现。那天风特别大，头发与衣服都朝一侧倾。如果不是我自己，我看到这张照片里的背影会以为这个人在风雨里等待什么人，仔细看的话会看见一只手在耳边露出一点点，好像在讲电话催朋友快点到的样子。chris后来将这张照片放大了后放到了他的展览里，打印的时候，因为出现一点点瑕疵就将这张送给了我。照片后面贴了纸板，我就贴在了墙上，后来他来看着这张照片说，从这照片看到了你典型lonely+gloomy的身影。谢谢，呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外一张大照片是昨天yj邮给我的，作为leaving present，是yj，raziya和我的合影。那是去年9月的照片，我们三个人在一家店里，yj戴着店里放着的太阳镜，我戴着人家一顶帽子，raziya戴了一条发带，照着镜子摆了pose拍下了那张照片。店员后来看见我们就说不准拍照，我们就把东西放回远处，嘻嘻哈哈从店里走出来，好像teenager的行为。这是最开心的时刻，尽管那时候我的生活有些一团糟。也因为如此会特别怀念。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-5384613169590029429?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/5384613169590029429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=5384613169590029429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5384613169590029429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/5384613169590029429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_3944.html' title='大照片'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8301648193196483479</id><published>2007-09-02T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:10:54.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>电脑</title><content type='html'>昨天将新电脑搬回家，一路上不敢松开手，拿它当宝贝一样，别人一旦看了我装电脑的袋子一眼，我就不自觉的抓紧。妈妈在电话里问我是否喜欢新的电脑，我说因为太久没买电脑了，突然买了一时间不能相信。可能也因为如此，也可能因为电脑本身牌子不同，生出一种排斥感。旧电脑就摆在一旁，看它的时候心里很难过，跟了我那么多年，好像就这样被我抛弃了。新电脑让我欣喜，但是看到旧电脑的时候觉得新电脑跟我一点关系都没有，只是一具漂亮的机器。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友搬家回国的时候，手里拿着已经破旧不堪的电脑不舍得扔，又知道完全没有修理的价值了，也没有多余的空间与重量给它运输回去。终于她男友将它一把仍入垃圾箱。我不记得她是用什么词汇来形容当时的感觉了。扔一部跟了自己许久的机器应该比扔掉活物的时候情绪要内敛得多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;英文里描述所有的机器都称做“她”，中文好像也是这样称呼的，因为是觉得和字典里描述女人的字句有所相同么？或者被认为是艺术品，当然这也是形容美丽的东西。从前不知道看哪本字典里解释“女人“为”一种美丽的生物“。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好我从来没有过机器狗，更没有过机器人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8301648193196483479?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8301648193196483479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8301648193196483479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8301648193196483479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8301648193196483479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_02.html' title='电脑'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-9048817668185455593</id><published>2007-09-02T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:37:12.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>堆积</title><content type='html'>最近一直在做的事情就是堆积字，一点一点，似乎比股市上涨难得多。越堆越没有信心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是堆积了太久了，堆积到一起才开始堆积。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天和朋友说起运气这回事，朋友说有时候觉得运气不好其实就是从前堆积下来一些没有完成或者没有完成好的事情一下子找上门来，让人措手不及。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就像刷了好久的credit card，突然要还帐了一样的令人心惊胆战。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-9048817668185455593?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/9048817668185455593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=9048817668185455593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/9048817668185455593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/9048817668185455593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='堆积'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8189427025263351303</id><published>2007-08-26T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:46:51.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>偷窥与正视</title><content type='html'>当我吃过饭往Trafalgar Square那边走的时候, 夕阳已经将楼顶洒上一片金色. 果然, 出门的时候我就知道今天的傍晚一定会很漂亮. 前天我已经将围巾与帽子带上, 今天却又穿起短袖, 不能怪英国人的传统对话就是谈论天气. 上高中的时候,英国来的老师叫我们在英国地图上将两个城市之间连上一条线(具体是什么城市我忘了), 他说这条线以南的地区,天气变化非常快. 另外, 人怪罪天气是早就有的事情, 那天看小说里写到二十世纪初,美国人去欧洲旅行, 小说里的女人谈话, 一提到身体不舒服就说,你知道这里是欧洲,气候作怪. 现代社会的科学研究, 确实证明天气对人的影响非常大,长期居住寒带的人类特别容易患上抑郁症. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以,我今天谈论了天气. 所以, 我今天特别开心.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为金色阳光的关系,远处的建筑显得十分耀眼. 近处可以是人群,是交通,是任何什么, 那些看了不知道多少次的建筑就在视线的尽头, 美丽, 闪耀, 心里会突然有一种感动, 一种希望感, 如同第一次看见. 我想我是幸运的, 可以追着光的方向一直向前走, 从缝隙里的"偷窥"到最后的"正视". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;从前看过的一部电影&lt;em&gt;French Kiss&lt;/em&gt;里有这样一个细节. Meg Ryan因为恐惧飞行所以从来没有去过欧洲, 终于她去了巴黎, 却是因为要去将跟别人跑掉的未婚夫夺回来. 她曾提起Eiffel Tower, 她说多么想亲眼见见. 到了巴黎, 她丢了护照, 行李, 发现"她的房间"(她未婚夫的房间)被一个法国女人占了, 发生了一连串事情后, 她一次都没看到Eiffel Tower, 总是错过, 倒霉得很. 她坐在别人偷来的车里, 一直看着窗外, 突然转头看向开车的人的瞬间, Eiffel Tower就在窗外的背景里一闪而过. 或者在小路上走着, 一家餐厅的门上映出Eiffel Tower的景象, 待她走向那扇门的时候, 里面的店员拉开了门, 映射的景象不见了, 她再转头四处寻找是从哪里映过来但没有找到. 终于在离开巴黎去往法国南部的火车上, 她坐在窗口, 隔着塞纳河远远的望了一眼铁塔, 珍惜得不让旁边的人跟她讲话打扰她欣赏.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;而我只是沿着泰晤士河边走着, 看到了从远处想看到的一切. 在想, 一个城市要有自己的天空, 如果有水就更好了.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102828339154033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RtDjVqkSmcI/AAAAAAAAANs/q-osGL3RyDM/s400/bigben.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102828562492332498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RtDjiqkSmdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Vnx6sm1QpN8/s400/londoneye.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102831418645584370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RtDmI6kSmfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YJH8OxiPaLw/s400/DSC06066framcopy.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Today is a perfect day for those who want to fall in love/are being in love ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8189427025263351303?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8189427025263351303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8189427025263351303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8189427025263351303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8189427025263351303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_26.html' title='偷窥与正视'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RtDjVqkSmcI/AAAAAAAAANs/q-osGL3RyDM/s72-c/bigben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-4912826443064138702</id><published>2007-08-19T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:37:36.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>变老</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;有时候我会忘了我才二十多,还不到二十五岁. 原来变老是自己心里的一回事. 会羡慕别人年轻的亮丽的笑容, 然后突然想起自己也还是和他们同样的年纪. 不知道从什么时候开始心里总装着一句话, I had my time.... 当想做到什么的时候, 除了希望还有恐惧, 不知道自己是否还可以有能力去争取. 这样的心态是可怕的. 怀疑最后变成放弃. 从前书里面看到说人变老了以后会觉得日子过得特别快,可能就是这个意思吧. 不再有希望感, 也不再有追逐,几十年复一日.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;任何一个朋友知道我这样的心态肯定是要教训我的. YJ今天还说我听起来象四五十岁一样, 放弃了所有.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-4912826443064138702?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/4912826443064138702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=4912826443064138702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4912826443064138702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/4912826443064138702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_19.html' title='变老'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1361366943401635909</id><published>2007-08-17T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:38:00.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's been a good day</title><content type='html'>with Youngy and Raziya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099447499812411810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RsTge6kSmaI/AAAAAAAAANc/oogRDBNzIpA/s400/DSC05849+copy%27.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099447718855743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RsTgrqkSmbI/AAAAAAAAANk/bzpQ7vOboRc/s400/DSC05927+copy.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1361366943401635909?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1361366943401635909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1361366943401635909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1361366943401635909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1361366943401635909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-been-good-day.html' title='Today&apos;s been a good day'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RsTge6kSmaI/AAAAAAAAANc/oogRDBNzIpA/s72-c/DSC05849+copy%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-1211595861995278172</id><published>2007-08-15T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:38:36.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>最近</title><content type='html'>坐那里呆望窗外或者门外.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者一定要投入到某件事情当中.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有这样才可以平静一点.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-1211595861995278172?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/1211595861995278172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=1211595861995278172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1211595861995278172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/1211595861995278172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_15.html' title='最近'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2318810172818179949</id><published>2007-08-13T03:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:39:56.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>这个晚上</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;这个晚上, 我坐在电脑前做了4个多小时的数据, 因为除了浏览一些网页以外没有做其他事情,完成工作以后, 抬起头一时间不知道自己在哪里.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;终于在十分疲倦的时候躺在床上, 已经凌晨三点.  疼痛的眼泪很难抑制, 缓缓从眼角流下. 我没有办法睡觉. 我觉得我要起来作些其他事情, 看那些数据也好,写一写"治疗"一下也好,什么都好.就是没办法睡觉.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在已经两个小时过去了,一点困意也无. 我上网, 遇到朋友在线. 和朋友聊天, 他在国内, 问我怎么还不睡觉. 他又开玩笑说估计已经很少人把我当女人了, 理由是"不施粉黛, 熬夜,还有是关键你多久没谈恋爱了." 呵呵. 就在前两天和BEN去楼下三文治店吃东西, 我先离开了, 后来老板就问BEN, 说我没有什么问题吧, 从来没有见我笑过.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;天已经亮了,CANARY WHARF后面那片天已经渐红.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2318810172818179949?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2318810172818179949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2318810172818179949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2318810172818179949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2318810172818179949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_7692.html' title='这个晚上'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6678947760625274497</id><published>2007-08-13T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:40:39.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>零点完成的动作</title><content type='html'>我将所有POSTS一贴一贴都隐藏起来, 讽刺的是只漏掉一篇,"恶性循环". 多么恰当. 完成所有动作的时候, 恰好是零点过一分.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6678947760625274497?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6678947760625274497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6678947760625274497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6678947760625274497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6678947760625274497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_13.html' title='零点完成的动作'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2239320384094523510</id><published>2007-08-06T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:41:39.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to an end....</title><content type='html'>上星期五终于结束了拖拉许久的实验, 开心是开心, 但是知道剩下的部分就要开始,日子也越来越少了. 会怀念每天出没与实验室的时候, 至少生活停留在某一个章节, 只需要用心做好,不必考虑太多. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;又感冒了,生病的时候心里的恐惧会变大. 从前心情极其低落的时候想哭又不想哭, 那样一种感觉不知道如何去形容. YJ一次说起, 她说那是too scared to cry. 说得再正确没有. 至于心里的恐惧, 现在是too scared to write it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;他们都说十分想念这里,所有回国的朋友. 我想我也会一样. 那些回忆,那个在这里的我. 你来到这里,开始熟悉 ,成长, 改变, 然后离开. 走向门口之际, 却已不知道可以去哪里. 这样的感觉实在糟糕.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095729567492545730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrerCxXZHMI/AAAAAAAAANE/Cy-rfexjwRU/s400/DSC_0691+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是实验室的楼下, 过去几个星期里不知道来来回回走过多少次.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730533860187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rrer7BXZHNI/AAAAAAAAANM/LPrCj25bdUo/s400/DSC05728+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095731087910968546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RresbRXZHOI/AAAAAAAAANU/rJjKvZuHDi4/s400/DSC03712+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;那天和YJ去Greenwich, 大片的云似牛角包.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2239320384094523510?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2239320384094523510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2239320384094523510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2239320384094523510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2239320384094523510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/coming-to-end.html' title='coming to an end....'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrerCxXZHMI/AAAAAAAAANE/Cy-rfexjwRU/s72-c/DSC_0691+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-791646629489856622</id><published>2007-08-05T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:41:57.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>关于糯米兔</title><content type='html'>糯米兔原名Sticky Rice Rabbit, 简称Rice Rabbit,俗称R square(R方). 她来自CK town. 无辜又神秘的眼神是她的特点, 因为她没有鼻子和嘴巴,所以十分令人难以琢磨,藏在那双眼睛下的是怎样的一个灵魂. 也因为她没有鼻子和嘴巴,所以她非常富有可塑性(可以正立亦可倒立). 偶然一次在长途旅行的途中站在路边正在思考的她, 被星探挖掘, 后成为广告界的宠儿,从而一炮而红, 曾代言某出版物与某知名银行广告(在此银行业务拓展到外星后).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095269013854428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrYILBXZHJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/C0CNZzB9dlU/s400/DSC05768+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095269366041746594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrYIfhXZHKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/z9t9Metnu0o/s400/DSC05747+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095269791243508914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrYI4RXZHLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/t-6mh3TzyAI/s400/advert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-791646629489856622?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/791646629489856622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=791646629489856622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/791646629489856622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/791646629489856622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='关于糯米兔'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RrYILBXZHJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/C0CNZzB9dlU/s72-c/DSC05768+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-8120399268505436694</id><published>2007-07-31T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:42:15.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>导师与他们的坐骑</title><content type='html'>JAN跟我说"一个月后见". 我估计他锁上办公室的门, 下楼, 踏上他那辆九十年代生产的老自行车慢悠悠的走了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次看他骑自行车是前几天, 我和YJ坐在学校对面的CAFE里. 对面马路上有个消瘦的中年人戴着大黑框眼镜骑一辆老式自行车, 没有戴任何安全装备,就夹在大的红色巴士之间过去了. 我跟YJ说,我刚才好象看见我导师骑着自行车走了, YJ好象说了句:"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天见JAN,就问起他这个, 他说是啊,而且我骑得很慢. 因为我问他是不是为了锻炼身体, 他说不是, 在荷兰大家都骑自行车, 但在这里骑自行车的人都全身武装得象运动员一样. 认识他这么久我才知道他是荷兰人.他说很久以前去过北京,见到街上都是自行车,现在怎么都没有了呢,自行车很好啊.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从前本科时候的导师ALAN, 开一辆电子蓝色的跑车,很绚的样子. 那次在学校楼门口等他, 就看见他夺目的跑车开过来, 下了车告诉我不好意思要再等一会, 他要去后面停车. ALAN跟JAN年纪差不多, 一头卷发已略见灰白. 他喜欢抽烟, 手指已经有些发黄, 再加上他那身装扮(墨镜+黑色皮夹克), 你根本不会想象到他是大学里的讲师.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我把大学老师的形象想得太典型了. ALAN有自己的STYLE. JAN也如此, 在英国这样一个普及家用车的国家每天慢悠悠骑自行车上班, 虽然他是讲师+COURSE COORDINATOR. 可能STYLE根本无关身份.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-8120399268505436694?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/8120399268505436694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=8120399268505436694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8120399268505436694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/8120399268505436694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_31.html' title='导师与他们的坐骑'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2068668686081019477</id><published>2007-07-27T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:42:33.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>重逢KIPLING</title><content type='html'>今天YJ跟我提起KIPLING的包,说质地好因为用了做降落伞的材料,结实防雨. 翻出几年前买的包,重逢小猩猩.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwBxXZHCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Yfwx4iA6faA/s1600-h/DSC_0538copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091653660708510754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwBxXZHCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Yfwx4iA6faA/s400/DSC_0538copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think therefore I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwVRXZHDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/c07rP1LOf7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0550+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091653995715959858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwVRXZHDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/c07rP1LOf7Y/s400/DSC_0550+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwqRXZHEI/AAAAAAAAAME/wEAadW9gagk/s1600-h/DSC_0547+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654356493212738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwqRXZHEI/AAAAAAAAAME/wEAadW9gagk/s400/DSC_0547+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's true,I've been working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rqkw7xXZHFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pn4WG-tmbwY/s1600-h/DSC_0552"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654657140923474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/Rqkw7xXZHFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pn4WG-tmbwY/s400/DSC_0552%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not banana,are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkxhhXZHGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ogniBwpSgWc/s1600-h/DSC_0563"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655305680985186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkxhhXZHGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ogniBwpSgWc/s400/DSC_0563%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我家有石油. / I am in the oil business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2068668686081019477?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2068668686081019477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2068668686081019477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2068668686081019477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2068668686081019477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/07/kipling.html' title='重逢KIPLING'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqkwBxXZHCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Yfwx4iA6faA/s72-c/DSC_0538copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6948870893637535442</id><published>2007-07-25T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:42:50.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>浮一浮?</title><content type='html'>如果那个故事是真的,那么我们可以是潜在海底的鱼. 在海水里出生成长, 拼命修炼十八般武艺, 就盼望着浮出水面展翅鹏飞的那一刻. 如果真的有这样一种奇异的蜕变, 那么化成鸟的那些鱼, 除出自身的禀赋, 应该是我们中非常有魄力与极度渴望自由之人. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;许多时候我只是藏在寂静的北海底,想象着九万里以外的苍穹与传说中的南冥. 吐出两个无比虚弱的泡泡.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqaXmxXZHBI/AAAAAAAAALs/hgtsmUwE6X4/s1600-h/DSC_03932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090923121131199506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqaXmxXZHBI/AAAAAAAAALs/hgtsmUwE6X4/s400/DSC_03932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sIWIk49QZw/RqaXmxXZHBI/AAAAAAAAALs/hgtsmUwE6X4/s72-c/DSC_03932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-6089300915425361539</id><published>2007-07-21T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:52:21.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>乱写</title><content type='html'>有时候觉得自己就快爆炸了.有一天如果连这个BLOG都打不开就更好了,连个发泄的地方都没有. 走过那些条路,读过那些书,做的那些思考都会有什么用,我不知道.我刚听到那时候小船发给我的&lt;长相守&gt;,心里更难受了. 这就是为什么我很少听音乐, 音乐只能让我更加SENTIMENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上看了一部恶心的电影,MADE IN AMERICA, STUPID, JUST AS I EXPECTED. "JUST AS I EXPECTED"昨天说这句话的时候RICK告诉我这是福尔摩斯最喜欢说的. A给我个名字叫"寂寞的先知",翻译给YJ听的时候她笑起来.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起电影里的飞机是从HONOLULU起飞的, 我喜欢这个词HONOLULU,听起来就很热闹喜庆的感觉. 还有PAPAYA, BANANA, 说起来很俏皮.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在图书馆撞见认识的人,就求人家给我做实验,人就要脸皮厚. 这世界上充满许多成功故事很多都是发生在脸皮厚的人身上. 实验,对了昨天,昨天一个同学做我的实验, 我竟然听到他在实验室里哈哈哈大笑. 我没问他到底笑什么呢, 好笑么,EXPERIMENT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SERIOUS! 他在里面呆了将近一个小时, 我在外面等着,回邮件给朋友,顺便写道:我喜欢别人在我实验室里受折磨!嘿嘿嘿. 这位同学最后从实验室里出来的时候,他的表情让我想起KING KONG被捆绑在舞台之上时的样子.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界上有很多肉食动物, 认识的男生很少有不喜欢吃肉的. 有人跟我说他每天三餐必须有肉, 而且他最喜欢的是又有西瓜又有肉. 也有人吃饭时候会说,好吃,总觉得少点什么,对!没有肉!还有朋友的男朋友每天嚷着要吃某一个牌子的肉"酱"!另外有一次跟朋友吃饭,我已经要了一个牛肉的菜,还指望着他会要个素菜, 结果他说要"MIXED MEAT"!单一的肉都不能满足了,还得要MIXED. 今天朋友家人请我们吃饭, 在要了鸭肉,猪肉以后, 喜欢吃"混合肉"的朋友点了个汤是三鲜的. "三鲜"菜谱上的英文解释是THREE TYPES OF SEAFOOD.....海鲜,海里生物的肉.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傍晚回家时候,站在马路中央的小台子上等待绿灯亮起, 转头看那条长长的路, 两旁都是楼, 不高,但足以将路栏好, 略见迂回. 被楼夹住的那条路上方的天空似乎也被割出长长一条, 云都排列在那里,一起通向远处, 大片的云,然后越小越小越小至看不见. 真想伸手在天空上抹一把, 将云都抹掉, 把粘着碎屑的手伸进口袋.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-6089300915425361539?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/6089300915425361539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=6089300915425361539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6089300915425361539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/6089300915425361539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_21.html' title='乱写'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-2298429720327244052</id><published>2007-07-19T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:53:04.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>似水流年</title><content type='html'>每个暑假都会和J暂时道别一段时间. 这么多年,我们从来没有一起乘过飞机, 总是一前一后在两个城市间飞来飞去,在这边或者那边见面. 如果一个人你认识他有十年之久, 其中六年的时间他都在你的左右, 无论是在这个城市或者那个城市, 然后会相继离开这个那个城市, 那将是一种怎样的感觉.非常可能的是你们离开彼此,离开彼此的世界.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我总以为我们相处的时间还很长, 曾经一切的计划还未被实现. 挥手道别时分才暮然发现已经似水流年. 大家都是这样说的吧.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我讨厌失去. 太习惯了这座城市,还有在这座城市里有J. 她今天拿给我一部相机, 已经不记得是哪年借给她的了, 因为知道自己不大用所以就一直存放在她那里. 想抓住点什么, 但是什么都抓不住, 因此握紧了手里的相机.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么都不确定, 只希望一切会慢慢好起来. 尽管对此, 我时常忘记.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-2298429720327244052?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/2298429720327244052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=2298429720327244052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2298429720327244052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/2298429720327244052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_19.html' title='似水流年'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087471724264532844.post-7343719818437152114</id><published>2007-07-17T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:53:51.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scrap paper</title><content type='html'>都做了什么?浪费了多少时间?为什么不能走开?为什么不能态度严肃点?为什么会忘记自己该做什么?为什么不能再努力多一点点?为什么不能他妈的戒烟?为什么不能JUST GET OVER IT???为什么还会梦到那些?为什么不能再平静点耐心点???YJ说过的NOTHING IS EASY.电话电话,你别叫了,我知道我需要给你充电!ROOTLESS TREE?这什么意思?为什么要取这个名字? I FED UP, FED UP WITH TRYING, FED UP WITH TRYING TO TRY!我想周游列国,想去坐热气球,想去太空,我太想飞入云层,从那个光穿透的缝隙......人家说的对啊,在我们开始回忆之前为什么不多制造些幸福?O2的那个广告,只有50秒的广告,50秒就够了么,够作为生活剪辑的镜头么?50秒可以完全捕捉到你么?捕捉到你的念头去签它NETWORK么?也许够了.我所做的事情,到底会不会帮忙,有一天?我不想等太久.为什么我总是觉得饿?别人每天都要吃四五顿么?生活充满了疑问,在圣经中是找不到解答的吧.那是什么声音?是树叶被风吹动还是在下雨?不能半死不活啊,要么死了要么振作!又学不会装死!我为了CASHBACK买了一大包口香糖,我不喜欢口香糖,因为他们让我加强饥饿感.一共40颗,我刚吃了3颗.听完这首歌我就去睡觉.好了,完了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087471724264532844-7343719818437152114?l=mulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/7343719818437152114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087471724264532844&amp;postID=7343719818437152114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7343719818437152114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087471724264532844/posts/default/7343719818437152114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulacra.blogspot.com/2007/07/scrap-paper.html' title='scrap paper'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195622367826248531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
