donuts

nonsensical topic. since you said you were dropping by, i'll offer some donuts - gesture of hospitality.

i haven't been on MSN for some time. no urge to talk, exactly. just want to sort out my own mess. picked up a copy of Virginia Woolf's ' The Waves' yesterday. In fact I haven't read a single novel since summer but yesterday after class, i had this urge to touch them again. The 13th floor dedicated to good old novels isn't very popular for the general sicence orientated readers and when i was there, few people lingered around. It's almost impossible to navigate without the reference code ready at hand but anyway my trip was without purpose. Maybe i just missed the particular stale smell of ancient paper backs. To be embraced in calm serenity once more while outside late autumn rain trickled endlessly. It was soothing.

i bumped into virginia woolf and thought about what you said. There was a huge collection of her diaries. Now i think of it, I have no idea why I didn't borrow them. Maybe there're simply too many to choose from.

quotes of the day, from the introduction to 'the waves', written by Gilian Beer

While she was writing Mrs Dalloway Woolf copied a passage from Book VII of Wordsworth's The Prelude and added a comment:

The matter that detains us now may seem,
To many, neither dignified enough
Nor arduous, yet will not be scorned by them,
Who, looking inward, have observed the ties
That bind the perishable hours of life
Each to the other, & the curious props
By which the world of memory and thought
Exists & is sustained.

Good quotation for one of my books. - Virginia

Not like I understand it. Maybe I will one day.

先读这个

title's self-explantory, as not to scare you with dazzling lenghty post that follows. i should be off to mug bio, chm, biochm. before i go, just add another bag of rubbish to our bin.

我在听
灌篮高手， 直到世界的尽头，
'我一个人独自徘徊，就好像空罐头， 被丢弃在街头。'
guess it's one of slapstick fav song that we would set to repeat mode. It's actually a sad love song about couples breaking up, leaving sad memories behind.

and the cat returns, i remember you said you liked her voice, so clean and sweet. it's not sung by the seiyu though.
and the lyrics,
我会独自一人仰望着这宁静的夜晚的星空，
直到天明仅存的这最后一颗星
不要过于悲伤
我把你的叹息化作春风
阳光照耀的山坡上，
我骑着自行车直上
车筐里满载的
是我们失去的回忆
lalala
低声吟唱
让春风环绕着我们
默默的祈祷着
与你再次相遇的幸福


sweet dreams!! back to my books.

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作者：Stickyjady

我还真不知道《直到世界的尽头》的歌词是这样的啊~~“我一个人独自徘徊，就好像空罐头， 被丢弃在街头。”是开头樱木独自拍着篮球独行的背影那一段么？5555555555好想念..想念小学暑假天天起早床等候每天4集灌篮的日子，吃看奶粉或是蜂蜜或是冰棒，笑到在地上打滚（真的某一集我滚了好长时间...）我的寿寿阿！！！！
在听my heart will go on,突然很想再看一遍titanic..当年那么喜欢的帅气的leo，现在。。现在都成什么样子了嘛！！！！！！！！！！55555不过还是好喜欢...写marvin''s room review算了..没救的花痴...

3:45am & 13:45pm

Dear Stick,
It's 15min to 4pm, your clock. must be sleeping? or insomnia attack again?
heh heh, yes, last night i slept at 3pm, well, last min mugging doesn't help actually and i feel so sleepy when i was reading and no words ever entered my memory space, which isn't much left. nevertheless this course has great impact. if ever there's such thing as 'perspective-morphism', like what this course dose on me. whatever word you see breaks into small little parts (partsswitch to chinese
哈哈，爽啊， 很可爱的blog， 想象你昨天一早上咬chocolate bars一边编辑网页。 我现在在喝茶， 打算喝茶，水还没开。

今天开始飘小雪了，很小的雪， 但是patholes已经冰了。昨天顶着寒风，怀念着热带的阳光， 在9：45时出门去学校教作业。 还记得我说过的wintergreen oil?最后一个organic chem lab实验， 像炼丹似的炼了一个小时得来的‘香水‘，闻上去像是peppermint， 虽然yield只有12。4% 还是很高兴。应该装一瓶寄给你的，可惜全都上交做化验了， 剩下的只有一张抹过瓶嘴的滤纸， 原有的薄荷味也散得差不多了。

那个，我走题了， 所以么， 我顶着寒风去交作业，太没天理了， 原本早上都没有课，就为了交作业还要特意去一次学校， 因为截止时间是十点整。 好冷~~~~~ 风大得帽子都被吹掉了，原本好不容易积存与发间的一点点热气也被毫不留情的吹散。‘这里的天气怎么样， beautiful?' 'my foot' ' you head' 想到singabloodypore的太阳真是围城的最好活标本。 这里没有swenson, kinokuniya, soul garden, shaw house, kopitian, takashimaya 我钟爱的猪猪活动地！！！

是不是有点像回到纯朴年代， 远离城嚣，亲密接触大自然。

唯一不变的是不停做着的白日梦，不时在给自己合身定做的童话世界中沉溺迷惘， 当然也mentally relive our unspoken fun time。 昨晚乌梦， 因为太累了，比如说the night before, 我梦到自己变成了救世主，我面前有7 道关要过， 选错就死（每关两个选择而已）。 不知不觉就到了最后一关（梦里的我怎么也死不了，remember?)， 最后一关， 我很紧张， 事实上为什么为了那种nonsensical, 稀奇古怪的事情紧张？？！ 我的面前有三盘果冻， 我要选择正确的那个（什么叫正确的那个？？）， 我却很聪明的‘领悟‘了‘正确‘的正确含义(which is, 最好吃的？），可是我太紧张了，所以我决定凭运气， 闭起了眼睛就用叉子（不知哪儿飞出来的）去叉，bingo!!!! i got my life back again, for the 7th time. 周围的人who look suspiciously like super-powerful aliens都在为我狂欢。

还有就是昨天biochem lecture， 我又开始‘怀念‘以前的那个biochm lecturer (给你看过照片的那个，james rini）, 结果现在的这个lecturer在讲什么， 我一句也没听进去。‘如果说summer term 我能找到一份工作就好了，比如说在RINI 的办公室帮他做filing, 或者是research assistant).
'TPP, citric cycle, blah blah'回过神时早已不分天南地北， professor moran在讲什么。。。

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亲爱的朱，不知哪一天你才会看到这个，但是没有关系。今天刚考完倒数第二门，剩下下星期一的哲学与电影，最喜欢也最恐惧的一科。下午本来该好好复习的时候，突然想整顿blog。每每心血来潮的时候就新注册一个blog，结果是最后手头抓着一堆blogs，每个都有个美好的开头，但日久就沮丧地发现，原来不过是些花花绿绿的空头支票，而那个开支票的人自己则时时在破产边缘挣扎。虽然本来就没看客，没教人对什么有什么期望，但还是总要叹一声惭愧。Es sama走了之后，把那个叫biology的dedicate了给她，信誓旦旦地说要常常写东西上去，最后却成了发牢骚和发作业的奇怪地方，渐渐两边也都没什么建设性的话了，简直一kittyblogger，够废。才决定把这个叫moviegoer的dedicate给你，就看到你的那篇日记（把我写成了野人的那篇），几个月前的，在此quote一下：

“Right now i have a wonderful idea of what I'd call 'email novel', it's not a novel strictly speaking. I'll kick it off, a paragragh, a line, some descriptive words, a string of nouns, objects, anything. say 'a bird was lying on the ground, no life, no motion. I wonder if it's a carefully sculpted figurine. But finally I noticed it's still breathing, its chest heaving a bit too fast... Maybe death's come to her... ', and i'll send the rubbish over and hu might edit or follow it up in any way she wants. it's anything and everything, so it's not a novel, more like patchwork of our minds. ok, i'll start experimenting soon... haha

What a wonderful idea indeed! How come you never mentioned that to me?! (and how come I switched to English all of a sudden?) Come to think of it we did have some fun, bizarre correspondence in the months of June and July, and somehow the flood turned into a trickle then evaporated into a wisp of nothingness after both of us returned and left our much beloved and now much missed motherland, one after the other. Sighs. What a fateful year 2004 has been. Turbulent, confusing, never ending and now ending all too fast. But back to blogging and your idea of an email novel—I think we might as well turn it into a bloggy, stream-of-consciousness, postmodern kind of fun if you are still on about the idea, thoughts? Now that exams are almost over I am going to try it out anyway, gonna exercise my flabby mind muscles and sunbathe the stagnant backwaters of the brain…Shall end here~~arthritis catching up with my right elbow; there had been all too many cold, damp nights in a row now, so much so I’ve lost count. Awaiting your witticism and wisdom~~