Beatnik Park

从来没有好好写过什么，q-zone，blogcn，校内，facebook，blogbus。。。统统都有，不同的地方写不同的东西，没有重复过，却都是自己娱乐自己的道具。我想变得有文采，想学会画画，跳舞；或者摄影，弹钢琴，这些事情看起来那么有艺术气质，好像作为女人会这些，就能变得特殊；我也想会一些尖端的技术，比如当黑客或者开飞机什么的，这些与性别对立的事如果能胜任，觉得会很帅就像电影中一样。无奈我到现在，却不会上面的任何一件事。自己，普通的不能再普通，和所有人同龄一样，是从十几岁的青少年走过来，那时候狂妄自大，从觉得自己与众不同，到发现自己的平庸；从不愿意听长辈意见，到觉得爸妈说的句句是真理。上次在国内，妈妈对我说的一句话印象特别深刻,要善对自己重要的人，这样如果他们离开，才不会后悔。即使是狐狸，他在的时候常被我作弄，一次早上他狂叫，我打了他。现在狐狸不在了，我却经常想起，要打他前他是那么害怕却显得那么凶的想保护自己，后悔当初没有尽我所能对他好一点。于是即使相隔万里，想尽量多陪爸爸妈妈聊天。尽管我不在身边，希望他们在国内能过的开心。在北美经常有女孩，被男人愚弄却还心甘情愿，割舍不下。女人在恋爱中真是傻子，再简单的骗局也没法看清。看看如今的社会，没有结果，尔虞我诈的关系大有存在。约会，恋爱中的跌宕起伏，这些十分伤神的事对我来说都已经不会再发生了。它们也太不适合我。现在的我，只用和松鼠大人聊聊天，种种草，计划一下去冬天去Florida的海滩，春天去Washington看樱花。没有思想的禁锢就能很自由。常常会想起十几岁的自己，只是笑笑；我并不会忘记她，只是存在于时光的另一头

Michael Jackson 突然离世这个事实提醒我应该抓紧机会听更多演唱会。。。

hanson's night


helloGoodbye's


Jonas brothers' night



Oasis's day


Gideon Conn's day


Fallowfield's MF


Fox Force Five's night


James Blunt's night
 

No wonder that music is the best container of memories.
Listening to a song, or a bridge, can always bring the old memories back.
On the way to Cincinnati, one night in Beijing was played in the car. i wasn't expecting so many years later, in a totally different place, i was still listening to it. is it a tragic story this song about?
There were too many feelings in it. it reminded me of too many different people and places. My days in high school, my university, my life in England...my band-mates, my best girlfriend, and strangers...
it was hard to feel the broad way in front of me, or the clear blue sky. My life was flashing across my mind, things that happened, good ones and bad ones.
When i was spacing out,a gentle and warm hand placed on mine. Suddenly, i was back to the reality. Suddenly, nothing else mattered.

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 hanson is going to have a concert soon. i won't miss it
million years ago i was waiting for a 30-minute MTV everyday just because there was an infinitesimal possibility to get to watch hanson's video, i even had a pen-friend to talk about taylor hanson. i described Tulsa Oklahoma in my head thousand times, i hated all the girls who were near to him. haha, i liked him even after he got married (in a very young age). But who cares when you are just a little girl?
i miss them. they are all my childhood ...

从来没有一个老师，能让我之前十分厌恶，后来又十二分喜欢
是他的耐心和鼓励 使我没有放弃
也是他让我明白，即使眼前再黑暗，也要勇敢往前走，因为总有希望
我的物理卷子上，总是写满了他的笔迹，我从没舍得扔掉一张
他带的学生很多，我只是沧海一粟
他也许不记得我
我却永远 怀念他 -- 夏老师
还有我的二中，我的母校

这是一条门前有小河流过的酒吧
已是5月，樱花开的还很茂盛，天气却很冷
走进DUKE的时候
又是那首Fluorescent Adolescent，震耳欲聋的响着
大家拿着啤酒，好像都很high