Lizzie

记忆里的童年都是在夏天，烈日，知了，篾席，汗津津的脑门。

 

所以，我会把冬天忘记忘记忘记。

25 yr old, enjoying my life now~

 

近日微恙，略感风寒。咳得死去活来之时，明知所谓强力枇杷露富含兴奋剂，也只好饮鸩止渴了。效果立竿见影，我精神矍铄了一上午，被Lydia形容为，飘飘欲仙后轰然坠落，脸先着地。。。

在千山万水人海相遇，原来你也在这里。

 

昨天格台看到Higgins的脑门一晃而过，立马回去，原来是小希和文博啊。

可是CCAV-5字那个小啊，是故意不让人看还是怎么的，尤其是比分和局数，和球台一样草绿的背景配上小指甲盖大小的白色数字。已经半躺着的我顺手往床头柜里掏眼镜盒子。没有！于是跑到阳台写字台找，还是没有。一阵翻箱倒柜后他们俩打到了2比0，我也在化妆包里找到了大半年没用过的眼镜。架上眼镜躺回床上后2分钟，我，彻底忘记了越来越圆的小希，呼呼大睡。

 

先上两个大茶杯，注意右侧，苏州中学2000年军训留念！！

独生子女光荣证，哈哈

小学开始看的‘下三赖’小说

不过呢，我也是读过童话的1纯真小孩儿

继续小学，每年生日一本凑齐的四大名著。ps，坚持要一本红色封面的红楼梦，因为当时觉得红楼梦就应该是红色的，汗...

某次美术作业，看得出啥场景不，可惜老师不喜欢

初中最爱，后者是对我影响最大的书，厄，之一吧......

 

高二5班诗集，封面和序，序是陶真写得。

虽然不熟，但是还记得他那句白衣飘飘的西门吹雪，还有足球场上墨黑的身影。

曾经喜欢他

 

这个绝对的熟悉了吧

 

最后，都是手机拍的，效果，将就将就吧。。。。。

 

最近成了话唠，抑或一直都是？

 

电话，1小时起，上不封顶，直到手机发烫，贴着脸颊都淌汗了

聊天，喋喋不休滔滔不绝

昨日和S，基本就是我倾诉狂发作

 

真的要挖个洞往里面倒话？

早上出门，耳朵里塞着小宇，闻到雨后青草的味道，这几日略略的不爽一扫而空。

 

回忆一下allen poe

 

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weakry.
Over many a quint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
" ' Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is and nothing more.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that: darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, " Lenore! "
Merely this, and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter.
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night ' s Plutonian shore!  "
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy hore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above I us chamber door,
With such mime as "Nevermore.

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that ill~ word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. "
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,"
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed fastel-so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure-
That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore. "

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent
thee
Respite-respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-
Is there-is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn ,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! "
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o' er him streaming throve his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out chat shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore!

      儿童节一大早，东方电影放起了Peter Pan，难道是为了宽慰我们......

      在自助把自己撑饱后，开始虹口半日游。虹口一直是我活动范围的盲区，兜下来还蛮有味道的，逼仄的弄堂，小巧的洋房，有个老虎天窗的亭子间，浓密的梧桐，含着棒棒糖，看着宠物美容院里的狗狗剃毛。仿佛就是小时候夏日的午后，在南采莲巷和书院巷，知了叫得有点绝望，烈日下也不防晒，满头大汗也不在乎。那时天蓝的不可思议，树绿的一尘不染，妈妈年轻漂亮，哥哥已经架上了厚厚的眼镜片，楼下的爷爷常常给我买棒冰。那时的我，还有一双清澈的眼睛，带着难能可贵的一丝羞涩。如今所有人都被要求要open，害羞那是装*，受欢迎的是八面玲珑自来熟。

update：

“这篇blog真是乌鸦，写完就地震了。。。

  这算是我经历的有感觉得第一次地震了。

  1，原来地震首先是头晕，类似晕车现象。然后发现杯中牛奶晃得溢出来了，才知道不是我生理的问题。

  2，地震来临时要镇静，向我这样手机钱包一个都不拿就跑的人，很不理智。手机是很必须的，不管是了解灾情还是报平安或者求救。

  3，有人带头比较好，当大家都愣着发呆的时候，我已经跟着picard逃亡了。虽然此人脚发炎还跟抹了油似的三两下就跑得无影无踪。

  4，据说大楼倒塌是12秒钟的事，所以建议不要下楼，找地方。但个人认为从开始到倒塌，还是有可能出来的.....

 

  最后，根据韦老师预测，我等17日周六需找个安全的地方。。。。。。 ”

 

公交车火灾了；

集装箱砸死人了；

港汇有人殉情了；

地铁也开始查包了。

 

昨天卡桑手受伤了。

我说，这个沙发一点用都没有；

我说，这个沙发太占地方；

我说，这个沙发我一定要扔掉它，看见就讨厌，眼中钉，肉中刺。

我错了，我要是不说，卡桑手也不会受伤了。

还好只是皮外伤，X光出来，骨头没有问题。

 

今天一早，又是电梯惊魂。

erin等10余人等被困电梯，

我受命下楼找保安，又遇电梯故障，爬出5楼。

 

我的本命年，学习apple，保证红绳不离手！

某日我说我要减肥，我不吃晚饭，引来鄙视无数。

某日我说我要减肥，我办健身卡，引来鄙视无数。

 

某日我张嘴刚想说话，无数声音从四野传来，鄙视鄙视鄙视。。。。。。

 

气死了。。。

 

人都走了，座位空空。

早上看到地铁的人群，就突然很想吐，打开电脑看到表格，又想吐。

什么事也没做成。

现在就一心想着礼拜三回家好好睡觉，好好想想

 

好好想想，要懂得和自己商量，
就怕得到了眼前丢掉了永远，
白白忙碌一场。
好好想想，你别怕一点点风浪。
为了昨天的梦想、明天的收获。
不被今天埋葬。
路对就接着走吧，风雨过后有彩虹；
路错就停一停吧，退一步海阔天空。