alu要我做blog

我徒弟最近一直住我家，起因是发现原来男朋友很jp赶紧分了，然后怕遇到那人，正好我可怜的中年大叔roommate因为经济危机失业回家了，于是她就搬来跟我蹭一下，虽说有点打扰，可是有人做吃的还是很滋润的。今天晚上呢我搬到大叔原来住的房间用功，也就顺便睡这儿，结果发现窗户外面风铃声很悦耳阿~~~于是我来写blog拉!!!

生活简报：
final结束了，其实我们就剩一门需要考final，但以此为借口前后休息了有一星期，嘿嘿，今天发现低空A飞过，总算不用后悔没好好复习，那个题出的那个变态阿，一堆胃肠疾病的治疗方法啥的，那些under考的那个好啊，我死活记不住那些单词阿。。。

我那篇破paper又补充了些数据，这次是真得要投了。。。

我最近很喜欢听simpson里面lisa唱的jazz: I am the saddest kid in grade number 2……

近阶段糊涂事有选的课忘了去上，然后发现人家都上了大半了，幸好还在drop deadline前；然后过了段时间又发现我没注册thesis research，这次就很麻烦的要填petition表阿，陈述我老人家不是故意的亚blabla，好嘛老板又嘲笑我了==

话说我大叔roommate因为我trust him（我就是default觉得别人都是好人啊==，一种潜意识的逻辑是，我这么真诚善良你总不能骗我吧）觉得我人特别nice，于是在我找新室友的时候一心想帮我找个female，他说你相信我，我可不相信那些guys|||，老人家什么逻辑，哼哼， 不过也很感动于他这么维护我；不过还是没有女生联系，好吧，天底下就我一个女生不介意basement，基本上现在有一个under定了，且看最后来不来签 lease。

上次的鸡爪因为没买到合适的山椒味道其实不正，不过就当盐水鸡爪啃了味道也是挺好的，嗯，以后可以常做。

我徒弟也是一对吃很执著的人，昨天我们终于完成我的夙愿做了次蛋挞，没有模子所以很丑，可是味道很好啊——我现在是多么万能阿

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用加菲小朋友今天的话说：I can't believe christmas is over......
今年的平安夜和圣诞借由徒弟的关系还是出去吃吃喝喝了一下，在她家蹭了一夜，第二天回来的时候坐在副驾看着窗外闪过的树，那时好想家啊，因为从小就是爸爸开车我坐副驾然后我们一家回去过年或者别的。有一年我们其实是去奔丧，可是好久一家人没一起出去了，沿着长长的海边的林场一直往北开往北开，正是好天气，那么多树郁郁葱葱，我们一家都很快乐==，这幅场景大概在我脑海里印象太深了，但别人就会觉得很莫名。

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学期快开始了，手头积了一堆杂事要赶在之前办，不是不烦的。
最近好像看了好多新片子，又回顾了好些旧片子。有一个印度电影很好看《slumdog millionaire》。
跟我徒弟交流学校食堂，她对科大食堂表示了极其的鄙视，对我描述的北大食堂表现了无限的向往。
下一个实验新菜目前定为凉粉。

攜書劍，滯京華。路有招賢黃榜掛，飄零空負蓋世才華。老儒生，滿腹牢騷話。科科落第居人下，處處長賒酒飯茶。問何日文章有價？混龍蛇，難分真與假。一俟秋闈經試罷，觀燈鬧酒度韶華，願不負十年窗下。（《紫釵記》之「燈街拾翠」）
南海十三郎的问题是他活得太久了。张爱玲也是。

Elegy by
Dylan Thomas
     
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride

On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow

Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast

Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,

I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. the rivers of the dead

Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,

I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,

Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.

The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.

Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the liught of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go

Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'

Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.

O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.

Until I die he will not leave my side.)

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“大部分的生活都乏味得不值一提，根本就没有不乏味的时候。换另一种牌子的香烟也好，搬到一个新地方去住也好，订阅别的报纸也好，坠入爱河又脱身出来也 好，我们一直在以或轻浮或深沉的方式，来对抗日常生活那无法消释的乏味成分。不幸的是，所有的镜子都一样，总在跟人作对，不管你如何去冒险，镜子只是从不 同的角度映现同一张空虚、得不到满足的脸。”  ——《夏日十字路口》by Capote