有些人总喜欢活在过去的记忆里

如果

有一天
时间真的倒流了

让我回到过去

却发现

其它那并不是我真正想要的。

 

呜呼～～～8月8快到啦，偶也出去吹吹奥林匹克运动风～～！^@^ ！～～

前两天去大鸟巢转了一圈，遇到了好多好玩的事。哈哈

看看这哥们儿，浑身上下都是关于奥运的tatoo。甚至头发都长成了五环状。逗死人儿啦

下面的grandpa和上面的怪小伙应该是爷俩吧。

为了拥护祖国，支持奥运，他们骑着这三轮车从昆明到北京一路骑来的

Chinese Kongfu Show

哈哈，竟然还有女明星在这做秀：“让我们一起为奥运加油。”－－可是我看了半天问了一圈也没有个人能告诉我她叫啥？？Gaga~ Does anyone here know?

嘿嘿。大妈也纳闷呢。。。这是谁家地姑娘尼。。？？

 

Once there was a kind hearted, warm boy who was sent to Mars bcs of an confidential assignments. The task was tough while maricles may also happen everyday!

 

One day, He bumpped into an pretty alien therein.

(wow.sounds amazing and romantic someone doubts: have they fell in love with each other ?)

Things were not happening so fast. Fortunately,in mars there were coffee shops, movie theaters --a ah. good place for dating
(Is it so strange for the boy dating with an alien? Love is no boundary )

 

Actually, aliens to some extent like roborts wouldnt have heart to show love. so they were just going for coffee, movie often.The boy at last was moved by the alien,,as it used to take a good care of him.

 

With the time passed day by day as well as the task was going to be done .the boy need to back to earth . but the boy was confused .from the begining to the ending he could not detect any explicit clue of love from alien. Finally one fine day the boy was called back by their team in earth

since that moment the boy was not happy, finding very difficult there in mars, cos he loved the alien.but both havent expressed

though the boy loved the alien, problem for him was he couldnt take the alien with him cos its an alien and he worried for the consequences

On that departure day the alien was happily sending him off..this was so sad for him. finally they parted forever

 

Do you think that alien is stone-hearted? Ice could be melted. not to mention an alien. two months later. there was an explosion happened to Mars. no one could escape from it .all the family members of that alien had dead. That's why that alien was not willing to retain Earth boy eventually die with her. and that alien had no heart to pursue another kind of life without her family .......

 

My MP4 has been fixed without costing one cent-又占一大便宜，哈哈

我的Creative MP4 停止工作被我遗忘已有半年了，最近从柜子里翻出来决定fix一下，看看是否还有利用的价值。查到了创新的北京技术服务中心的地址。这是哪呀，只有个门牌号，这么模糊的地址，对我这个对东南西北一点概念没有的路痴来说是不是有点tough了。还好脸大且皮厚，可以不管路人乐不乐意，厌不厌烦，每走到一个报刊亭就问：“请问你知道哪里哪里吗？”不知道人家是太热心了，还是耍我玩呢。

报亭A说：一直向西走。

报亭B说：啊呀，你走过了，在东边，往回走。

没则，只好turn back .

报亭C又变挂了：没到呢，还得向西走。

Faint~可怜死了，就这样被溜来溜去，还是没有找到创新的服务中心。

哼！不问别人了，不信我自己找不到，we will see~

嘿嘿，there it is 终于被我逮到了。

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修个东西还得去保安那登记,麻烦～

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I was served by a black T-shirt: "收据，保修卡，机器都带了吗？"

"是托朋友从Canada买回来的，收据，保修卡都不见啦。只剩开不了机的破机器了"

"啊呀，这样的话得花很多钱修。国外买的国内修首先要付原价34％的技术服务费然后根据软硬件的毛病收取维修费。"

原价34％的技术服务费？不是吧。这意味着，修不修好都得先付600RMB的服务费？那。。。

还好“black T-shirt”比较有人情，"先看看什么毛病再说吧。"

说完，拿着机器走到一个小黑屋子检测去了。

等待的过程中和一个参加interview的北航buddy聊了会。。

30 mins later，小黑屋子出来个white T－shirt

“你的MP4吧。修好啦？”

“这么快？都没和我商量就修好了？这得多少钱呀？？？”

“其实就是没电了，导致开不了机。又因为之前电量被用的精光光，USB不能充进去电。现在okay啦！也不用付任何费用  gaga~~”

“That's ridiculous !我还以为坏掉了呢。嘿嘿”！不过也我确实反复把弄都没有办法充电，开机。还是人家的技术服务太professional了

不错不错，反正现在是fixed了。以后还是少在境外买东西。万一真的坏了。修的话就得cost my arms and legs了。不过话又说回来，不得不承认，人家的技术是要好那么一点点，产品的quality也会高那么一点点。 Anyway ,要买东西就买genuine的，要修的话还是得找professional的。用的开心，修的放心

Summary:

似乎自己开始不倒霉了：从以前一周之内丢两部手机，一个钱包 plus遭遇变态的事件到现在已经开始不断的能占到小便宜了。!!!哇哈哈，RP开始爆发啦！！！。See, Life is changing better~

 

 

08年最美的事，也不过就是在这仅有的几个National Holiday里睡个大大的懒觉。

Keeping silence is the best choice on this condition , 一切都在美梦中

 

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Let your hair down, 放松心情，做自己，It's up to U  ~~

 

 

The people who is easy to satisfy is easy to be happy . Yep ! That 's true.

To some extent,  we could set our expectations low so that we won’t be so frustrated. 

Once others-whatever these persons are - meet the low expectation; then raise our expectations a little and see what happens.

However you could not eliminate the worse opposite aspect. what if  I  set my expectation lower.others will respond to me lower and lower ?- In this case,  don't hesitate any more, give up those silly &%$# who is not worth wasting more breath.

 

Dawn time 6/5 2:29 AM

Right finished the meeting

Nobody around me

Feel a little bit hungry

And sleepy 

 

 

 

---Life of  Blood B is full of sentiment and freedom .We are caritative guys , easy to be attracted by new curiosities. At the same time easy to lose our interests. but let’s express it in another point of view .Just due to this type of optimistic attitude, we will not feel regrettable when we lose or give up something .it makes us- blood B-possess the maximal freedom with which other typies can’t compare . 

                         Big potato 到访     

                                                                ---------------本学期头条大新闻                 

这两天整个Channel 部的都休假去了。我这个小intern也跟着蹭两天清闲。休息归休息.但决不能懒惰。今天继续在lab加油吧。。

也不知是今天风向不对，还是怎么了，大热的天我们导师竟然来lab了，体察民情？不像。两年多的时间都未曾见过几次面，未曾关心过我们，除了教师节&他的birthday,我们要treat他dinner的时候才有机会一睹他老人家的尊容。即便偶尔有开会他也只是莅临doctor那边。我们这帮破post graduate 是从来不过问的。今天来这突然袭击也不知有啥阴谋。还是鸟悄的进来，走到我旁边了才发现。一时惊讶，乱了方阵，桌子上的瓶瓶罐罐被我起立时弄的乒乓做响。What a mess！估计他肯定不高兴了，看到这被搞的乱七八糟的实验室（主要是我。不爱打扫卫生）

情况似乎也没想那么糟。像着还挺慈眉善目，说话间手缕了缕那仅有的几根而且貌似喷了嗜哩的头发。

"就你自己在这学习呢？"

"嗯，家里人前些天来看过我，所以没回家"（其实其他人都背着导师在外做兼职去了）

"杨老师今天怎么过来了？"

"我一会给博士那面开会，关于蛋白质那个项目，顺便看看你们这界即将毕业的孩子"

 天呢，竟然还知道我是研二要毕业了的。上次开会还被划到研一小破孩的队列。。看来他过生日时我那两瓶92年的张裕干红没有白送呀。。花了我半个月的生活费呢。。。

几句没有实质貌似关心的话语结束后，转身要走了。突然又来一句："把空调开开吧。屋里多热啊！"

"还好啦。早晨开窗通通风挺好的。"（就今天忘开空调了，才不是为了给实验室省电）不过我这懒人偶尔还赶上了老师的表扬。就当我真的是在省电吧。嘿嘿！

……

一阵虚惊，还好我也没有搞小动作，确实有认真论文哦。。

环顾一下，我的桌子确定不像话了，跟在垃圾堆上作业一样，领导视察完了，那我也勤快一下吧。。。。

打扫完毕。继续

 

差点忘了把这日志设权限，要是某些导师的眼线盯上可就脱不了身啦。

记着有一傻同学，找了导师但还未报到时，在学校的论坛上发一贴子，问关于此导师的情况，更傻的是还把自己的QQ留下了，深情的期盼师兄师姐们能提供点信息。非常不幸但又十分凑巧的是这导师也时不时的来论坛溜达一圈。。。看到此贴，勃然大怒，于是在开学第一天的集体会议上把所有新生的联系方式包括QQ都留下了,一一对峙。好小子，原来是你，终于被我逮出来了吧。。从此这傻同学便踏上了无耐的道路。穿了整整两年半的小鞋，，怎么解释都无济于事，导师铁定认为此同学背后讲他坏话了。。

哎。。其实吧。。导师们只要。。。那么一点点。。。又何来弟子们背后的谈论呢。。

尽管我的导师也有总总的。。而且尤其特别的。。该我shut up的时候也不要给自己添麻烦。

毕竟还指望他在毕业论文上签字呢。哪门心思不对，鼻子一禁。眉毛一竖。There goes my life， 甭想毕业。在这受罪熬吧。 

 

In life we always have best choice to prove us

whatever you have experienced in the past or suffering right now ..

the precondition to carry on with it is  there needs a mutuality,understanding and expectations

if u can't see it, if someone couldnt accept yours or if something makes you not go ahead,

no need to waste ur time ..no need to force urself to plunge into a deeper clough

though we have choices, we also need to consider the priorities..

i wish I can fufill my study smoothly

                                  

                                                                                       

                                                       -----  To those southern Friends

 

                      

        Recently many catastrophes were reported .Mostly happened in south area .because of the terrible weather condition .Lots of  innocent persons lost their lives during the battle against typhoon, rainstorm, tornado… These unmerciful monsters have destroyed numerous happy homesteads. But the worst is we can do nothing when facing them . 

 We are all busy with individual boring work ,study ,it seems our simply lives have been teemed with these trivial things .Even though suffering the outside broiling temperature .but at least  we still feel ease staying such a more secure harbor .When u are tasting the palatable coffee and enjoying the coolness with air-conditioning . Have you ever sacrificed a bit of energy and time to concern those faraway and dangerous compatriots?

No doubt! Everyone has sympathy . They just express it naturally in respective way .At this moment . I’m really worried about those southern friends .some of them are my blog’s buddies  who never seen before .some are my classmates .Whoever you are .I am blessing for you . 

With the advent of autumn . the influence of those monsterw will  decreasingly die out . it means such unsteady day has come to its epilogue . Let’s pack up our anxiety mood to long for a relaxed and happy autumn .a dolorous autumn .

Typhoon has passed by . Let it take away all those sentimental memory ...

Monsoon has drift away.Let it clean up our spiritual dust ...

   

         来过的人不要溜走，一起祝福我们的同胞们吧。。

 

 

 

 

 

 爱在无语时（Words From a Father）

                        

                                                Words From a Father

In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Daniel, his backpack by his side. We were saying good-bye. In a few hours he would be flying to France. He would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a different country.

It was a transitional time in Daniel‘s life, a passage, a step from college into the adult world. I wanted to leave him some words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment.

But nothing came from my lips. No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home. Outside, I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever changing surf on Long Island. Inside, I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son.

What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment pass. When Daniel was five, I took him to the school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner. I saw colour flush his cheeks as the bus pulled up. He looked at me-as he did now.

What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? And then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared inside. And the bus drove away. And I had said nothing.

A decade or so later, a similar scene played itself out. With his mother, I drove him to William and Mary College in Virginia. His first night, he went out with his new schoolmates, and when he met us the next morning, he was sick. He was coming down with mononucleosis, but we could not know that then. We thought he had a hangover.

In his room, Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home. I tried to think of something to say to give him courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life.

Again, words failed me. I mumbled something like, "Hope you feel better Dan." And I left.                                              

Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those lost opportunities. How many times have we all let such moments pass? A boy graduates from school, a daughter gets married. We go through the motions of the ceremony, but we don‘t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to us. Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead.

How fast the years had passed. Daniel was born in New Orleans, LA., in 1962, slow to walk and talk, and small of stature. He was the tiniest in his class, but he developed a warm, outgoing nature and was popular with his peers. He was coordinated and 6)agile, and he became adept in sports.

Baseball gave him his earliest challenge. He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League, and eventually, as a senior in high school, made the varsity, winning half the team‘s games with a record of five wins and two losses. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the team‘s most valuable player.

His finest hour, though, came at a school science fair. He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works. It was primitive and crude, especially compared to the fancy, computerized, blinking-light models entered by other students. My wife, Sara, felt embarrassed for him.

It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work-their parents had made their exhibits. As the judges went on their rounds, they found that these other kids couldn‘t answer their questions. Daniel answered every one. When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit, they gave it to him.

By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds. He was muscular and in superb condition, but he never pitched another inning, having given up baseball for English literature. I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent, but proud that he had made such a mature decision.

One day I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t take a year or two off to travel when I finished college. This is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on life. Once I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished.

Daniel thought about this. His friends said that he would be insane to put his career on hold. But he decided it wasn‘t so crazy. After graduation, he worked as a waiter at college, a bike messenger and a house painter. With the money he earned, he had enough to go to Paris.

The night before he was to leave, I tossed in bed. I was trying to figure out something to say. Nothing came to mind. Maybe, I thought, it wasn‘t necessary to say anything.

What does it matter in the course of a life-time if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it does matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment. Now, I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart? My mouth turned dry, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.

“Daniel," I said, "if I could have picked, I would have picked you."

That‘s all I could say. I wasn‘t sure he understood what I meant. Then he came toward me and threw his arms around me. For a moment, the world and all its people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me in our home by the sea.

He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn‘t understand what he was saying. All I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face pressed against mine. And then, the moment ended. I went to work, and Daniel left a few hours later with his girlfriend.

That was seven weeks ago, and I think about him when I walk along the beach on weekends. Thousands of miles away, somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore, he might be scurrying across Boulevard Saint Germain, strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre, bending an elbow in a Left Bank café.

What I had said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.

                 

 

What a gorgeous sunny day! I bet everybody feels sick of these days’ unceasing thunder shower or storms ..Hard to encounter such a well-content day ..Why not go out to have a fun ..But the first thing I need to complete is to purchase some kinds of stuff for my storage .It includes edible & useable things. So shopping outside.

 

When we are going to finish the shopping .all of a sudden .I bethink something I haven’t done. .came to soft-drink column and picked up two cans of beer .It seems my behavior confused my partner .she looked at me with an unbelievable smile

“ U wanna drink beer .and by yourself ???“

“Absolutely I will .I am not crazy .I am not kidding…I just wanna drink beer …haha~”

“How strange .even during the classmate party .you don’t do it .what makes u change your attitude?”

“Everything can be changed , the rather that my opinion ..of course drinking beer is not only for entertainment .but good for your health ..especially for those young beautiful ladies.”

 

Okay ..let me show you something authoritative .you will get to know the inside arcanum.

 

A new study suggests that moderate use of alcohol might help reduce the loss of mental ability, The researchers define moderate as less than fifteen grams a day, or about one drink.The study compared the risk of cognitive impairment in women who used alcohol to women who did not. Cognitive impairment means a loss of thinking ability. Here is what the scientists reported in The New England Journal of Medicine: Women who drank less than fifteen grams of alcohol per day had about a twenty percent lower risk than those who drank none at all.

 

          So now… are you willing to join with me ? 

 

                 

Once in a lifetime

      You find a friend

           Who touches not only your heart

                 But also your soul

Once in a lifetime

      You discover someone

           Who stands beside you

                 Not over you

Once in a lifetime

      If you are lucky

           You find someone

                 As I have found you

Very special people

      We can be ourselves with

           Talk with, Laugh with,

                 Hope with and believe with …    

 

Damn it .the whole  blog users of 163 were informed that our blogs can't be used normally within 10 hours .

the website researchers always play tricks on us . shut down the web service system and hide in a small cubbyhouse(not vivi's cubbyhouse ahah) do some painstaking but useless work to achiece a so-called updated version ..yet ..the fact turns out the new version is no much different compared with the former one .what is worse ..it has brought us lots of trouble  

 

As to the Windows Live Space ..seems much more friendly ...probably due to its unaltered interface or I have not familared with its real features.. now that I have nothing to do with 163. Just condescend here for a short period of time xixi

 

Actually ..everything has its advantages and disadvantages ..we can't judge it merely based on one point .. we are supposed to analyze it from different angles and weigh up the potential benefits against its shortages .

 

so Be optimistic..maybe we will head a promising one .. expecting~

 

 

      For people with B type blood:

 

      Life is like a joyous banquet which teemed with music、cate、friendship and love . All these things come easily and disappear easily. and no boundary 、no limit 、no burden . Anything now that will come to the ending whether it is orbicular or not …you are not supposed to focus on the unsatisfied minor details during the process. Just appreciate the every jollification and joyousness .That is the most important

 

      Life of Blood B is full of sentiment and freedom .we are caritative guys , easy to be attracted by new curiosities. At the same time easy to lose our interests. but let’s express it in another point of view .Just due to this type of optimistic attitude. We will not feel regrettable when we lose or give up something .it makes us- blood B-possess the maximal freedom with which other typies can’t compare . 

Among the folks

 

Passing by each other is a seed sleeping deeply beneath the earth over decade

Glimpsing at each other is a bud growing valorously against the storm over century

Communicating with each other is a sapling experiencing myriad torments over millennium

Being friends is a fruit brewing elaborately with your empressements over million