tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63324734472437909712011-04-22T09:54:53.003+08:00jennynoreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-23069499937532043252009-05-09T16:38:00.005+08:002009-05-09T16:56:27.419+08:00很多熟悉的面孔<br />却陌生的让我惊讶<br />我仔细辨认<br />每一丝旧日的痕迹<br />是青春不小心留下的<br />还是它刻意安排<br />果然一梦六七年<br />无奈或悲伤<br />恐怕都不是<br />只是你们的渐行渐远让我失落<br />没有可以追回的时光<br />就像我曾经丢失的照片<br />而无奈那些明媚的日子里<br />你们的笑容太过灿烂<br />我们的故事太过纯真<br />以至于<br />我竟然忘记了<br />在时光面前我是多么的<br />无能为力<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2306949993753204325?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-82241992617864357702009-05-01T23:04:00.002+08:002009-05-01T23:11:04.151+08:00五一的假期果然能让人开心<br />下雨天在寝室里看看书是一件幸福的事<br />还有另外的几个小猪（呃我在说什么啊）<br />一起看电影真的很温馨啊<br />就算有很多作业又能把我怎么样呢<br />哈哈<br />我还是昂首挺胸快乐的活着<br />还有还有朋友们家人们书们电影们床们<br />恩恩所以呢<br />结论是<br />生活真是太美好啦^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-8224199261786435770?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-23805643042503802522009-04-28T19:01:00.002+08:002009-04-28T19:15:04.421+08:00好久没来写点什么了<br />想想在这段没有写东西的日子里我都干了什么呢<br />忙来忙去 看书 考试<br />这样的日子充实却疲惫<br />突然发现很久没有在家里我的那张床上躺一躺了<br />太过匆忙的脚步，太过凌乱的步伐<br />学到了很多 但天知道失去的是不是更多<br />想起阿拉伯的一句谚语<br />如果走得太快 停一停 让灵魂跟上来<br /><br />---献给我过去忙碌充实痛并快乐着的两个月<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2380564304250380252?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-4269518473820887352009-04-17T16:35:00.002+08:002009-04-17T16:40:00.136+08:00Thank life for all the distresses and obstacles<br />finally, this will be an end<br />and i am wholly grateful<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-426951847382088735?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-40104976057309192772009-04-13T19:03:00.001+08:002009-04-13T19:03:34.131+08:00不想去自习<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4010497605730919277?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-57765754821654691752009-04-09T18:22:00.002+08:002009-04-09T18:25:01.104+08:00为什么不论睡多久都会困<br />为什么每天都好累好累<br />为什么好想好想逃跑<br />快了快了<br />现在只能这样安慰自己吧<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-5776575482165469175?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-26990049584263271912009-04-07T14:54:00.002+08:002009-04-07T14:58:54.515+08:00两年的照片就这样丢失了<br />再也找不回来<br />就像他们偷偷逃走了般<br />逃走的还有那两年的记忆<br />从十八岁走到二十岁<br />记忆无法挽回的留下一段空白<br />可是我突然想到你说的<br />生活永远不存在在照片里面<br />也许是该丢掉相机的时候了<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2699004958426327191?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-25931164254829838442009-03-20T23:07:00.001+08:002009-03-20T23:09:35.584+08:00时间是一条缓慢而不更改的长河，<br />心是坐在渡船上的孩童。<br />唱歌，睡眠。欢笑，掉泪。<br />看望风景。<br />相见和告别。<br />这样，就天真地忘却了，吹到脸上的风与霜。<br /><br />时间对孩童来说，<br />真是一个好玩的游戏。<br />---安妮宝贝<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2593116425482983844?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-7371462925419357602009-03-17T15:01:00.002+08:002009-03-17T15:11:19.799+08:00春天无法抑制般的到来<br />心中纠结的一些小情绪<br />蠢蠢欲动<br />我告诉自己说<br />如果阳光好的话<br />就拿着相机去照相吧<br />在灿烂无比的阳光下摆出一个灿烂无比的微笑<br />让那一刻定格在2009年的初夏<br />然后天真的告诉自己<br />一定要开心的活着<br />无论如何<br />在樱花灿烂的时候<br />每个人都有了一个开心的理由<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-737146292541935760?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-30781596139327092322009-03-14T00:23:00.004+08:002009-03-17T15:14:05.193+08:00醉过才知酒浓<br />爱过方知情重<br />---胡适<br />一直不会相信所谓的命中注定<br />但似乎这个笃信的观点也要改了<br />无论如何<br />美好的祈愿总是最美<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-3078159613932709232?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-33681751430168674172009-03-05T12:02:00.002+08:002009-03-05T12:05:42.840+08:00走上了一條無比孤獨的朝圣之路<br />但愿一路走好<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-3368175143016867417?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-28446550415330335562009-02-26T14:25:00.001+08:002009-02-26T14:27:04.363+08:00我愛你和你和你。但我不愛你和你和你身邊的人們。那只不過是一群勢利的人。間或有點虛假。但你和你和你卻為了身邊的人們而跟我說謊。漸漸我學會放下並且不再在意。漸漸我沒有把你和你和你惦記於心上。漸漸我連你和你和你都不那麼愛了。<br />---elilau<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2844655041533033556?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-43816136091338068412009-02-21T12:15:00.001+08:002009-02-21T22:22:37.250+08:00发现每个理发师，都有一双美丽的手，白皙，纤细，骨节分明<br />那双美丽的手<br />神奇的掌控着别人美丽权利<br />用美丽去创造美丽<br />我每次都会看得出神<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4381613609133806841?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-88528743277372470052009-02-17T21:37:00.002+08:002009-02-17T21:41:55.188+08:00暖暖的祝福<br />喜欢的雨天<br />流动的小世界里<br />你的到来<br />我的长大<br />这样的生日<br />这样的情谊<br />二十岁别无它求<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-8852874327737247005?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-15279905097960529012009-02-14T21:33:00.005+08:002009-02-14T21:45:32.900+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SZbKf5Nx3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wB-YpHcCw_E/s1600-h/1a7a59f55a8b39f37709d779.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302648260558708498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SZbKf5Nx3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wB-YpHcCw_E/s320/1a7a59f55a8b39f37709d779.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">1.我的名字是旗木卡卡西，喜欢的东西和不喜欢的东西……不想告诉你们，将来的梦想嘛……兴趣也是多种多样的... 　　　　</span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">2.我再说一次，你的未来就是死…… 　　</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">　　</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3.同样的忍术不要在我面前使用两次。 　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4.他对阿凯说的那句：嗯？你刚才说什么？　</span><span style="font-size:85%;">　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5.世界上...只有没有实力的人,才整天希望别人赞赏... 　　</span><span style="font-size:85%;">　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6.你根本就不明白什么叫真正的强大</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">7.我睡过头了……　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8.哦.我又迟到了…… 　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">9.今天碰到了一个要过马路的老奶奶…… 　　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">10.今天路上有个女孩找我搭讪来着……</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">其实火影中最喜欢的不是卡卡西，但他也算是个性情中人，怪不得能颠倒众生，尤其是说的话，很经典...</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-1527990509796052901?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-27327548649055924572009-02-14T19:22:00.002+08:002009-02-14T19:26:46.542+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">害怕人群中突然来袭的落寞</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">害怕夹着回忆怎么也望不尽的景致</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">害怕什么都未来得及发生</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">就已结束</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">没有一丝亲切的痕迹</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">留下</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">仿佛失掉了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">活着的证据般</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">所以</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">深深呼吸</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">会心微笑</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">用力哭泣</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">只求留下</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一道浅浅的</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">痕迹</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-2732754864905592457?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-91437751782762063312009-02-07T20:48:00.009+08:002009-02-07T22:26:29.590+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">穿越时空的思恋</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有着回忆的淡淡香气</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">沁入心脾</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">果然很美</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">迟来的完结</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">带着中学那么多回忆</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">看完了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">也长大了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">结局也是预想中的</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">明快而温暖</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">两个人的牵绊</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">似乎少了一块</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">忘了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">原来是桔梗</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">断了的红线</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">怎么也接不上了是吧</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">谢谢高桥老师</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">创作出这么多打动人心的漫画</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">虽然知道是虚构</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">却给我曾经单薄枯燥的中学时代</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">带去了那么多欢笑和温暖</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">至此之后</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">就算有再多的困难</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">只要想想今日</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">听听这首温暖的曲子</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我想心中就会充满力量吧</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-9143775178276206331?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-1709767272190193372009-02-03T19:01:00.019+08:002009-02-04T19:08:10.456+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SYgrbbJ-jDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l7TGya3pvqk/s1600-h/b59659ee9f415ce0b2fb952d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298532711747456050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SYgrbbJ-jDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l7TGya3pvqk/s320/b59659ee9f415ce0b2fb952d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">最怕空氣突然安靜<br />最怕朋友突然的關心<br />最怕回憶突然翻滾<br />最怕突然聽到你的消息</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">然後呢，一起走吧...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-170976727219019337?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-41910427178298694932009-01-29T18:42:00.002+08:002009-01-29T18:56:49.701+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">巧克力绿豆饼薯片</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">鸡肉鱼肉牛肉羊肉</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">圆子鱼丸春卷藕夹</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">藕汤排骨汤脊骨汤</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">上网，电视，发傻，发呆，睡觉</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">很好，有前途</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">大腿上的肉有撑爆牛仔裤的趋势</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">眼睛的近视度数估计要再飙升个几百</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">桌上的一堆书已经有层薄薄的灰</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">很好，很有前途</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4191042717829869493?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-5602668569120075602009-01-19T15:11:00.002+08:002009-01-19T15:24:42.809+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">初读苏童已是上初中时候的事了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">也不知是懂还是不懂</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">稀里糊涂看完了一本厚厚的苏童文集</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">近日又拿起翻了起来</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">感觉苏童已不是苏童</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">却是张爱玲</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">冷眼旁观，辛辣鄙夷</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">他笔下</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">浅薄脆弱的人性</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">封建恶俗的社会</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">和一群永远无法抓住幸福的女人</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">重读苏童</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">竟是这般心酸</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-560266856912007560?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-43859930120227432802009-01-15T19:25:00.007+08:002009-01-15T19:44:32.578+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">12年时光荏苒，又哪长得及你转身一瞬</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">两人终不再是当年的Rose and Jack</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SW8eybwX5LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5LBzp1tV310/s1600-h/W020080331388016790699.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291481938976564402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SW8eybwX5LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5LBzp1tV310/s320/W020080331388016790699.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> how do you break free without breaking apart</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Wait here, my darling," she was saying. "Just for a minute, till I call you," </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and she left him alone in the kitchen, where the hot brown smell of </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">roasting beef brought tears to his eyes. She handed him an Old-</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fashioned glass full of ice and whiskey and disappeared into the </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">darkened living room from which, now, he could hear an ill-suppressed </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">giggle of children and the scrape of a match."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All right," she called. "Now."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They were at the table, and he looked into all three of their faces before he saw what it was that bathed them in a flickering yellow light. It was a cake with candles. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They came their slow, shrill singing:"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hap-py birth-day to you..."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4385993012022743280?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-43558791332236646532009-01-01T23:46:00.011+08:002009-02-03T19:53:56.715+08:00<span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">「我跟你談戀愛，甚至結婚，所有妻子該盡的責任我都可以做到。但你要允許我心裡有別人。你先別急，聽我把話說完，我不會有任何實際的行動，只是會在心裡給他保留一個位置，有時我會走神，會想念他，但僅僅是想念，絕不會和他有任何聯系。你能接受嗎？」<br /><br />秦奮思考著：「人在我這兒，心在別處 ......」<br /><br />「你可以不接受，我知道這對你不公平。」<br /><br />秦奮想了想，問：「那你能允許我，心在你這兒，身體有的時候開小差嗎？」<br /><br />梁笑笑斬釘截鐵地說：「不允許。」<br /><br />秦奮說：「好，我身體全在你這兒，但你心不在我這兒的時候，我心也不在你這兒行嗎？」<br /><br />「可以。但身體要忠於對方。」<br /><br />~ 《非誠勿擾》。馮小剛。<br /><br /><br />畹華，不知道看到這封信是什麼時候，<br />如果是散戲的時候，我想對你說，祝賀演出成功。<br />如果是開戲之前，我想對你說，畹華，別怕。<br /><br />《梅蘭芳》</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4355879133223664653?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-85813757968586241512009-01-01T22:05:00.011+08:002009-01-08T18:36:40.529+08:001.<br />12.31日，毫无预兆的睡到9点，起来匆匆往胃里塞了一个包子和一个馒头，便一头扎进毛邓三，杀得昏天地暗...<br />下午演讲考试，the art of living被我偷梁换柱改得面目全非，林语堂的在天之灵...(呃我不是故意的）<br />晚上和尼子一起去了moon家，三个人极其猥琐的凑到一起，一边看一部骨灰级偶像剧，一边玩抽王八，两者相映成趣，实属罕见<br />将近十二点，短信接踵而至，才忽然醒悟原来已是08的最后一天，辞旧迎新，夹杂着些许的感慨和释然，伴着祝福就略带醉意的投入了新的一年，又想起，这一天是Y同学的生日，在德国的你过得还好吗，生日快乐，我终是没有忘记这一天是你的生日<br />2.<br />1.1日，两点半才睡，做了一个诡异的梦，貌似是阴谋，野兽，追杀之类的蹩脚剧情，睡眼惺忪的颠上公交回家，困意排山倒海而来= =<br />12点和大廖约在老地方见面，站在人群如注的广场门口，在千百张面孔中去搜寻她，竟一时有些恍然，身旁是一排装点节日气氛的圣诞树，不知为什么，在冷风中显得尤为华丽，和灰色的高楼显出鲜明的对比。素面朝天的城市，洗净铅华的容颜。原来已是新年。恍回神来，发现手机震震作响，抬头张望，看到了在人群中逆流小跑过来的她，我们的8年，结束，再继续...<br />3.<br />两场电影，两种风格<br />和大廖坐在电影院第一排(无比雷人的位置)看完了《Madagascar2》,几乎是从头笑到尾，几只动物打打闹闹，竟能把一整个影厅的人逗得不行，尤其喜爱那几只可爱的小企鹅~~~<br />晚上的《非诚勿扰》则又是另外一份心境<br />很喜欢影片末尾的一幕，一个人驾车驶在田野间长长的公路上，且行且歌，往事蔓延，突然哽咽停下车来，痛哭不止，却终又再次上路，人生路途，大抵如此吧<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-8581375796858624151?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-16484914825774396512008-12-27T11:54:00.004+08:002008-12-27T16:19:44.200+08:00perhaps this is the loneliest Christmas i have ever had<br />stuck in the middle of reading<br />i lost the thread of my thought<br />drowned myself in silence and warmth<br />so tender yet impressive<br />if this is what you want, i would be very glad to give it to you<br />thus nothing will bother you from now on<br />for the first time in all these days<br />i come to realize<br />this is precisely what i am longing for<br />thank you for teaching me all this<br />the unbearable lightness of being<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-1648491482577439651?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-75748981696285410762008-12-20T20:43:00.003+08:002008-12-20T20:56:54.760+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">he's a man of controdictories</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">glamor, tragedy and turmoil swirled around him</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">his performence left a hole in my heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">he is Marlon Brando, one of the greatest actors ever since</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vf8oTZKKQRE&hl=zh_CN&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vf8oTZKKQRE&hl=zh_CN&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-7574898169628541076?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-71126680511574033992008-12-16T17:56:00.002+08:002008-12-16T18:12:30.668+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">星期天 翻译大赛 党课考试</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期一 presentation 音乐欣赏考试</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期二 语法练习 准备辩论</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期三 乒乓球考试 辩论考试</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期四 英美概况看完美国内战</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期五 presentation 社交礼仪考试</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">是从什么时候开始的，生活就这样被写在timetable上的各个事项主宰着，一件接着一件，压得人踹不过气，难受，如果活着只是为了完成任务，何必弄得自己如此狼狈，如果不是，如何逃出囚笼又抑或这些皆是通向我们理想生活路上的必经之途...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-7112668051157403399?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-88628602112396301682008-12-11T23:04:00.002+08:002008-12-13T22:57:59.159+08:00"讓我真心真意告訴你一件事。<br />當你不只一次說 "Please hate me" ，我就會把事情想得很仔細。如何憎恨，從哪件事、哪一刻開始憎恨。發覺，統統都不可能。我可憎恨全世界但無法憎恨你。我想，這就是你口中的、所謂兩個人之間的事，沒錯就是只有兩個人才知道。<br />最需要以憎恨這情緒來安撫自己的心的時候已經過去了。事情既從美好的初始而生，那麼，就會有一個美好的結尾。"<br /><br />---劉美兒<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-8862860211239630168?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-76557709117087230032008-12-05T22:55:00.009+08:002008-12-13T22:58:18.130+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlEB5MgWLI/AAAAAAAAADc/uGLGnn9TjQM/s1600-h/æ—"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276323237765077170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlEB5MgWLI/AAAAAAAAADc/uGLGnn9TjQM/s320/%E6%97%A0%E6%A0%87%E9%A2%98.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlDbIpNOaI/AAAAAAAAADU/r-5KzyR_PBo/s1600-h/bc63af010b77b9101c9583f4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276322571897092514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlDbIpNOaI/AAAAAAAAADU/r-5KzyR_PBo/s320/bc63af010b77b9101c9583f4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlDa1YPZDI/AAAAAAAAADM/33zIfTqIPg8/s1600-h/6bf7a39984f611126f068c81.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276322566725657650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STlDa1YPZDI/AAAAAAAAADM/33zIfTqIPg8/s320/6bf7a39984f611126f068c81.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> 几乎是流着泪看完了雏菊</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">柴可夫斯基《六月的船歌》回荡在耳边</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">爱是毁灭还是救赎</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">大片的雏菊</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">被她的画笔赋予了最恒久的魔力</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">激荡了他枯燥的生命</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">美好的执念</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">只在一瞬</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">却负累一生</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">这份爱太过沉重</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">他们年轻单薄的肩膀</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">要如何负担</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">最美的爱</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">小太阳般盛开的雏菊</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">三个纯粹而执着的生命</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">都 </span><span style="font-size:85%;">只是</span><span style="font-size:85%;">不幸</span> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-7655770911708723003?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-62689171741457324022008-12-01T09:29:00.009+08:002008-12-13T22:58:55.347+08:00最近在读新月派的诗集<br />读着读着<br />脑中满是支离破碎的画面和朦胧模糊的幻想<br />诡谲的天才<br />惨淡的人生<br />毒药般弑人的爱情<br />只留一声叹息<br /><br /><br />你我相逢在黑夜的海上<br />你有你的 我有我的 方向<br />你记得也好<br />最好你忘掉<br />在这交汇时互放的光亮<br />---徐志摩<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-6268917174145732402?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-76849072400482321552008-11-29T14:48:00.004+08:002008-12-13T22:59:14.412+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">只因人间有字</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">嵗月不会無痕</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">當我們說歲月啊便是在說著不一樣的故事，猶如眼前出現一條河，河上飄浮著形狀各異、顏色不一的花葉，它們為何在此，要往何去，無不各有淵源於造化。探手入河，撈起花掏起葉，都可以聯想到生命裡的神秘與詭異。</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-- 〈讓時間迷路〉 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-7684907240048232155?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-63243341113171541112008-11-28T22:20:00.005+08:002008-12-13T22:59:31.851+08:00<span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always for the first time </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hardly do I know you by sight </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A wholly imaginary house </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is there that from one second to the next </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the inviolate darkness </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The one and only rift In the facade and in my heart </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The closer I come to you In reality </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Where you appear alone before me </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The elusive angle of a curtain </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's a field of jasmine </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse With the diagonal slant of its girls picking</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Before them a T-square of dazzling light </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The curtain invisibly raised </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You as though you could be </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You pretend not to know I am watching you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Marvelously I am no longer sure you know </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You idleness brings tears to my eyes </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's a honeydew hunt </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Flaring out in the center of a great white clover </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is By my leaning over the precipice </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My finding the secret Of loving you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always for the first time </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Andre Breton</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-6324334111317154111?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-55628130712377716502008-11-28T21:42:00.004+08:002008-12-13T22:59:48.500+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SS_4VB2v3VI/AAAAAAAAACs/H6biGLLEC6g/s1600-h/079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706728833146194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SS_4VB2v3VI/AAAAAAAAACs/H6biGLLEC6g/s320/079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SS_4U2dJZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/1fURitAOGj0/s1600-h/057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706725772977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/SS_4U2dJZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/1fURitAOGj0/s320/057.jpg" border="0" /></a> 马家辉和梁文道<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-5562813071237771650?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-35848794410046190782008-11-27T16:51:00.003+08:002008-12-13T23:00:06.967+08:00還沒好好的感受　雪花綻放的氣候<br />我們一起顫抖　會更明白　什麼是溫柔<br />還沒跟你牽著手　走過荒蕪的沙丘<br />可能從此以後　學會珍惜　天長和地久<br />有時候　有時候　我會相信一切有盡頭<br />相聚離開　都有時候　沒有甚麼會永垂不朽<br />可是我　有時候　寧願選擇留戀不放手<br />等到風景都看透　也許你會陪我　看細水長流<br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d9dpDC8uTg/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d9dpDC8uTg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/jS458Yo/music/wKKCJ1Ik/fare_wang/">红豆 - Fare Wang</a></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-3584879441004619078?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-14345133301417867002008-11-21T20:52:00.009+08:002008-12-13T23:00:38.929+08:00上个星期天的奥场，我想我一辈子都不会忘记，夜色中透着点点的灯光看着你，你愧疚的微笑，沉默的侧脸和那晚一起被尘封成一段记忆。还清晰的记得那首《城里的月光》，我竟然就那样听着你讲话然后出了神。还有最后的拥抱，没有丝毫的感慨和心动。<br /><br />靠近你 温暖我<br /><br />其实我收获了很多<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-1434513330141786700?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-40417454211841351862008-11-14T22:37:00.008+08:002008-12-07T17:59:08.440+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STpEY1rZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UN9m1bXCOUM/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276605106934643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STpEY1rZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UN9m1bXCOUM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STpEYF6eaDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XcZrZjd1DAU/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276605094112946226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PAnYt9xvOY/STpEYF6eaDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XcZrZjd1DAU/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story</span> <div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine: Hi! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel: Excuse me?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine: I just said hi. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel: Oh! Hi, hello. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine: I'm Clementine... No jokes about my name.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel: I don't know any jokes about your name.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine: Huckleberry Hound. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel: I don't know what that is.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine: Huckleberry Hound! </span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine：I'm not a concept, just a fucked-up girl looking for peace of mind. I'm not perfect. 　　</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel:I can't see anything that I don't like about you right now. 　　</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine:But you will. You know. You will think of things. I'll get bored of you and feel trapped, because that's what happens with me. 　　</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Joel:Okay. 　　</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Clementine:(laugh)Okay.</span> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-4041745421184135186?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-10187240259609312202008-11-12T21:26:00.008+08:002008-12-13T23:01:50.254+08:00所有的结局都已写好<br />所有的泪水也都已启程<br />却忽然忘了<br />是怎么样的一个开始<br />在那个古老的<br />不再回来的夏日<br />无论我如何去追索<br />年轻的你<br />只如云影掠过<br />而你微笑的面容<br />极浅极浅<br />逐渐隐没在日落后的群岚<br />遂翻开那发黄的扉页<br />命运将它装订得<br />极为拙劣<br />含着泪<br />我一读再读<br />却不得不承认<br />青春 是一本太仓促的书<br />---席慕容<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-1018724025960931220?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332473447243790971.post-37581723513139206302008-11-10T20:52:00.002+08:002008-12-13T23:00:57.197+08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332473447243790971-3758172351313920630?l=idobelieveinfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jennynoreply@blogger.com