胡乱想象

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
 
------- Lord Byron.
 
我们和我们的文明，不辞辛苦，遍洒世界每一个落后的角落。
物质繁荣的背面是浪费无度，污水，烟云，脏的土地和空气。每次开启一件物品的包装，我都会看见那数个城市大小的垃圾场，乌麻麻的，刺得人眼疼心慌。但是，没有了商场里的丰盛，没有了地铁的冷寂灯光，没有了以消毒水擦过地板的公厕，没有了城市的方便，我们这一代又怎么活下去。我们去尚未“开化”的原始地方，去呼吸那里的空气，去感受那里直接的阳光和干净的水。我们制造一堆垃圾和麻烦，然后带着一些像素，悄悄地回到文明社会。。。
 
“人类社会”这个论题太庞大。没有人关心。小孩子关心糖果的价格，偶尔关心分数。青年人关心一些偶像，一些牌子，一些口号，一些爱情。也许还有些别的。中年人关心钱，家庭和生活保障。老年人关心生活质量，关心死亡，关心身后事。没有人关心人类。关心人类的人被人类淘汰了。人类是个传说中虚构的种族。世界上只有人，没有人类。
 
我举起手遮挡阳光。我透过指端，看见太阳。我把手拿开，太阳依旧是太阳。太阳没有变，是我变得透明了？
 
意义？意义？？
意义？？？
 
理想和现实其实没有距离。I guess.
只是从来没有人同时拥有两样。还有些人，一样都有不起。
 
欲望只会增加，从不递减，改变的只是欲求的对象。毕竟，我们在意的，只是欲望本身。
 
大家都要好好天天向上好好活着，在一起不容易，是缘份。
 
 
I  can't say what made me fall in love with Vietnam - that a woman's voice can drug you; that everything is so intense.
The colors, the taste, even the rain. Nothing like the filthy rain in London.
They say whatever you're looking for, you will find here.
They say you come to Vietnam and you understand a lot in a few minutes, but the rest has got to be lived.
The smell: that's the first thing that hits you, promising everything in exchange for your soul.
And the heat. Your shirt is straightaway a rag.
You can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape from.
But at night, there's a breeze.
The river is beautiful.
You could be forgiven for thinking there was no war; that the gunshots were fireworks; that only pleasure matters.
A pipe of opium, or the touch of a girl who might tell you she loves you.
And then, something happens, as you knew it would. And nothing can ever be the same again.
__________ The Quiet American(2002).

 

the English Patient

Just plain beautiful!

 

 

It is very rare that the one-pot mix of love, adultery(wink wink), revenge, more love, war, spies, plane crash and deserts, miles and miles of deserts can amount to such a spectacular ride. Definitively the best book I have read since a very long time. The Libyan deserts are more tantalizing than ever, now that they have names and histories attached.

To encounter a truly great writer is to meet them all. Engaged in some sort of underground society, they give out hints that lead to each other. If I did not hear about Michael Ondaatje from A, I would never have picked up a copy of this novel. The 1996 movie was too well-known for my love of the obscure... I checked out them both. An exquisite book and a fine rendition of the book. Nothing to be complained.

Hhmmm...It is words like this that make the darkness of my long nights more bearable.

Now, please welcome the quotes, or THE quote.
Dadahhhhhhhh:

"When I turned her around, her whole body was covered in bright pigment. Herbs and stones and light and the ash of acacia to make her eternal. The body pressed against sacred colour. Only the eye blue removed, made anonymous, a naked map where nothing is depicted, no signature of lake, no dark cluster of mountain as there is north of the Borkou-Ennedi-Tibesti, no lime-green fan where the Nile rivers enter the open palm of Alexandria, the edge of Africa.

And all the names of the tribes, the nomads of faith who walked in the monotone of the desert and saw brightness and faith and colour. The way a stone or found metal box or bone can become loved and turn eternal in a prayer. Such glory of this country she enters now and becomes part of. We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdoms, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

I carried Katharine Clifton into the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells, In the palace of winds."

p.260-261
Ondaatje, Michael. The English patient.Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, c1992.

 

 

 

818过去的一个星期

今年的经历比去年有意思许多，希望是我自己改变了，造成了周围气场的变化，muahahaha~

 

剧情流程攻略

 

周日

抱着箱子走向车站（我妈不让拖，说怕弄脏 = =）。一路上车外面小暖风吹阿吹，我却被冷气冻得够呛,翻出lab coat反穿。强打精神想观察风景，但还是没能免俗地睡着了。到了ste-foy,大胡子FF教授来接。进得宿舍，见到Aaron, John等一干人，不认识，没什么话好说，打哈哈。见到去年认识的Dave,受指点说五百米外有一家metro,得到可乐。从Francois处拿到钥匙来到房间，得到地图。放好行李，离开宿舍，逆时针探访campus，从远处见到Johoo。暂时忽略，继续行动，见到有字的石头，阅读后对laval的印象分+2。回到宿舍，寻访气味进入密室"Study Room", 玩小游戏：强抢subway。观察室内的人物，听Patrick, Stan, Andy, Jean的对话。

 

 

Audrey降临，对话，选择为室友。上楼，下楼数次。在大厅遇到Shervin,对话中选择" Sure, let's get some beer." 在门口遇到Johoo,此时可以选择加入，经过穿越密林的小路，来到metro,和店员对话得知11店关门。购得啤酒。回宿舍，发现阳台，回房间移动椅子，回到阳台，使用啤酒。Thomas经过&加入，集体话家常，持续至啤酒数量为0。回房睡觉。

 

周一

七点钟来到大厅，取得饭票（切记妥善保管！！！），Audrey索要钥匙时把前一晚留下的啤酒瓶盖顺势丢出，当Jean & Patrick询问时，选择动作:会心的微笑。（这一步对以后几天的事件发生率大有影响！！）早餐时尽量保持昨日的队形。Thomas离队。

 

阿~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``

写那么详细等我写完一周又过去了= =

简单得说呢。

在这一周里，我是一个性格超好的人。我居然混在popular的那堆人里！！！

和所有人说话，呃。。。。和所有和我说话的人说话，算是给人留下了好印象吧。

鼓掌````

然后呢。。在周六晚上，我貌似是喝醉了，因为其他人都说我醉，我说我没醉，按常识推断，我应该是醉了。

不废话，贴图，不是我拍的。为了方便，全部resize。

 

 Residence

  Analytical Chem

 Biochem

Quantum..Chem??

Merck Frosst Visit Lab,front view Lab, back view

  "Study Gp" Tunnel

Group of Four

Old Quebec Still Old Quebec

Banquet

Dessert

 Partial Group Picture Before going out

Audrey+Patrick+Me

Hhmmm

Temps Perdu

 

八千里路云和月

 

今年前半年很多倒霉的事，该转运了。

7-9去多伦多集训，7-14飞往莫斯科，两天考试，八天狂欢。

原来我也可以醉的。