美丽的520却一点也不美丽...正当大家都热烈的说520快乐,剪刀,石头,布的当儿,有谁发现了在这美丽的一天却发生了不美丽的事件~意大利发生6级地震,至少死了7人,至少50人受伤~希望不会再有任何死伤被发现~意大利,加油!
- May 20 Sun 2012 23:36
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520
- May 17 Thu 2012 12:30
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数学题
分享在fb看到的：
〖 一道现实的数学题 〗
献给全世界离乡背景的孩子
妈妈25岁生下我，23年前，妈妈每天都能看到我，现在我23岁了，已经半年没有回家看妈妈了。 而妈妈48岁了。如果妈妈能活100岁，那么妈妈还可以活52岁。
如果我半年回家看她1次， 我这一生，妈妈这一生， 就只有104次机会见面了，我们只有104次机会见面。。。
这道数学题的答案，我希望我是算错的。
孝顺不能等！成功不能等！自我改变不能等！
〖 一道现实的数学题 〗
献给全世界离乡背景的孩子
妈妈25岁生下我，23年前，妈妈每天都能看到我，现在我23岁了，已经半年没有回家看妈妈了。 而妈妈48岁了。如果妈妈能活100岁，那么妈妈还可以活52岁。
如果我半年回家看她1次， 我这一生，妈妈这一生， 就只有104次机会见面了，我们只有104次机会见面。。。
这道数学题的答案，我希望我是算错的。
孝顺不能等！成功不能等！自我改变不能等！
- May 02 Wed 2012 23:07
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Story
I love this story~read it from fb again~it is so touch so i just share it here~Although it is a little bit too long, but it is worth 2 hv a look^^
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
- Apr 30 Mon 2012 21:29
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一
第一天,一颗受了伤的心,一双流不出泪的眼,一双鞋去走一个人的旅程...
好可惜,原本一起搭的这趟列车还没到达终点,我们却要先下车,完成彼此往后的旅途~一路上虽然美丽的风景虽不常有,但却从不后悔...虽然这不是第一次,但这次却是我第一次这么实实在在的感觉到是该放手的时候了..我知道真的很难,但乔莹做得到,艺域做得到,fb里看到的一个女生做得到,我开始相信,我也可以做得到~一天不能就一个星期,一个月,一年...总有一天是可以放得下的...看过那么一句话,没有什么是放不下的,痛了,自然就会放得下了~
用我们一起去买的鞋来走剩下的路~
- Apr 28 Sat 2012 22:36
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Ashamed~
这到底是什么?什么是民主?为什么民主国家人民没有权利发表任何东西?为什么要伤害他们?发催泪弹,射水枪还不够吗?为什么要对他们拳打脚踢?为什么不可以好好对待人民?看到一幅幅照片真的觉得很心痛,不需要做到这样吧~你们做到酱只会让人民更讨厌你们~虽然这样说很错,但针对这件事情的解决方法,我只能说,我以身为我国人民为耻~
- Apr 27 Fri 2012 14:16
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Health
今天coursemate说我瘦了,erm....又瘦了?不懂要开心好还是不开心~难怪最近的白色短裤越来越松,走一走都要掉下来了~开始有点担心了,我并没有故意不吃来减肥啊,而且也没做运动,怎么会突然又瘦了?昨天发现自己有点异常,上网查了查资料,导致异常的有可能是肠溃烂~Oh my god~希望瘦下来和肠溃烂没关联吧~真的好怕~
- Apr 25 Wed 2012 17:31
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去爱&被爱
今天又在fb看到一个值得思考的故事...关于去爱和被爱...故事虽然很长,但却是有意思的~我开始想,我到底是前者还是后者呢~一月以前,毫无疑问的,我是后者..我习于被他宠爱着却不懂珍惜...现在的我却是去爱着他,因为经历过,才有改变,也因为改变了才懂得去爱的辛苦...很多时候都觉得自己不想努力了,想放弃了...但还记得自己的承诺,我会努力半年,如果过后没改变才放弃,至少我是认认真真的努力过的~距离半年的时间还剩一个多月,也就是说再去爱多一个多月我就会放弃了...如果结局并不是想象中的理想,请原谅我,因为我也像当时的你一样,累了~
男孩有一個女友，
她長得普普通通，不像有的女孩很會打扮、
會彈琴、會作菜，但還算溫柔體貼。
她會每晚幫他買好晚餐送到他家，因為她說她順路。
她會在每次吵架之後先撒撒嬌，求他原諒她的任性。
她會在他睡前打一通電話說晚安，說她很需要人陪。
她會在他和朋友出門玩時，在門口揮手和大家說再見。
她很懂事，但男孩並不特別喜歡她，
只是有一個女朋友，總比沒有人陪好。
可是這樣的日子久了，男孩也有點不耐煩。
所以，
男孩開始嫌棄晚餐的菜難吃。
吵架總是用很難聽的話罵她。
每一天只等她主動打電話來。
和朋友出門時完全不接電話。
甚至當著大家的面對她大小聲，約會遲到，找不到人。
可是女朋友都沒有生氣，她會垂頭喪氣，
但是隔天就立刻帶著世故和溫暖的笑容回來。
他甚至連她的眼淚都沒看過。
堅強
也是她女友的個性優點，
但他就是嫌她這點不夠女人。
一直到有一天，女友的生日，男孩忘記了。
但是很奇怪，到了隔天傍晚，女友竟然連一通電話都沒打來。
平常這個時候，她早就該帶著晚餐出現，
一邊說：「對不起喔！我又晚到了啦！工作好累」，
然後穿著那個破洞的牛仔褲，一副很狼狽的模樣。
出了客廳，卻看到門縫底下塞了一個信封，
上面註明是給他的，他認得，這是女友的筆跡，
男孩打開信封，裡頭的信紙上寫了一段話：
親愛的，你知道「被愛」是怎樣嗎？
被愛是，每天下班都有人幫你準備好晚餐。
被愛是，每一次爭吵責任都是在對方身上。
被愛是，每一天都會接到對方關心的電話。
被愛是，每一次和朋友出門都無牽無掛。
被愛是 ，不管做錯了什麼事，對方不是罵你，
而是帶著包容的微笑抱著你。
親愛的，那你知道「去愛」是怎麼樣嗎？
去愛是，即使每天為了準備晚餐匆忙下班，
甚至趕到出車禍都不讓對方知道，怕他擔心。
去愛是，即使知道對方無理取鬧，
推卸責任，卻忍著心痛主動說抱歉。
去愛是，即使每次打電話過去，對方總是口氣很差、
不耐煩或不接電話，還是沒辦法忍住不打。
去愛是，即使對方和朋友出門，自己很擔心，
還是在大家面前微笑，為了給心愛的人面子。
去愛是，即使明明知道對方完全不愛你，
還是義無反顧，流著眼淚去愛他，卻絕不會表現出一點難過。
我一直用盡全力「去愛」，但現在我累了，
我需要找一個人讓我「被愛」。
所以再見了，希望你能找到讓你「去愛」的人。
讀完這封信，男孩才知道，
原來「被愛」的人是那麼幸福，而「去愛」的人是這麼辛苦。
而他這一刻才發現，肚子餓了，房間裡竟然沒有現用的晚餐。
而他這一刻才發現，原來每一次吵架，
對的人從來是女友，但她從來不力爭到底。
而他這一刻才發現，昨晚睡覺前為什麼覺得心裡不踏實，
原來是因為女友沒和他說晚安。
而他這一刻才發現，為什麼他的朋友都喜歡他女友，
因為她用心的顧慮到男方的一切，包括朋友的感受。
而他這一刻才發現，原來女友照顧他的方式這麼無微不至，
以致於他完全沒發現，甚至感到不耐煩。
「被愛」的人，請記得要惜福，不是每一個「去愛」的人
都會永遠毫無悔恨的為你付出。
不要以為一通電話、一個笑容、一頓晚餐，都是應該的。
因為「去愛」的人花了多少心血在這些事情上，
「被愛」的人永遠不會知道
男孩有一個女友，
她長得普普通通，不像有的女孩很會打扮、
會彈琴、會作菜，但還算溫柔體貼。
她會每晚幫他買好晚餐送到他家，因為她說她順路。
她會在每次吵架之後先撒撒嬌，求他原諒她的任性。
她會在他睡前打一通電話說晚安，說她很需要人陪。
她會在他和朋友出門玩時，在門口揮手和大家說再見。
她很懂事，但男孩並不特別喜歡她，
只是有一個女朋友，總比沒有人陪好。
可是這樣的日子久了，男孩也有點不耐煩。
所以，
男孩開始嫌棄晚餐的菜難吃。
吵架總是用很難聽的話罵她。
每一天只等她主動打電話來。
和朋友出門時完全不接電話。
甚至當著大家的面對她大小聲，約會遲到，找不到人。
可是女朋友都沒有生氣，她會垂頭喪氣，
但是隔天就立刻帶著世故和溫暖的笑容回來。
他甚至連她的眼淚都沒看過。
堅強
也是她女友的個性優點，
但他就是嫌她這點不夠女人。
一直到有一天，女友的生日，男孩忘記了。
但是很奇怪，到了隔天傍晚，女友竟然連一通電話都沒打來。
平常這個時候，她早就該帶著晚餐出現，
一邊說：「對不起喔！我又晚到了啦！工作好累」，
然後穿著那個破洞的牛仔褲，一副很狼狽的模樣。
出了客廳，卻看到門縫底下塞了一個信封，
上面註明是給他的，他認得，這是女友的筆跡，
男孩打開信封，裡頭的信紙上寫了一段話：
親愛的，你知道「被愛」是怎樣嗎？
被愛是，每天下班都有人幫你準備好晚餐。
被愛是，每一次爭吵責任都是在對方身上。
被愛是，每一天都會接到對方關心的電話。
被愛是，每一次和朋友出門都無牽無掛。
被愛是 ，不管做錯了什麼事，對方不是罵你，
而是帶著包容的微笑抱著你。
親愛的，那你知道「去愛」是怎麼樣嗎？
去愛是，即使每天為了準備晚餐匆忙下班，
甚至趕到出車禍都不讓對方知道，怕他擔心。
去愛是，即使知道對方無理取鬧，
推卸責任，卻忍著心痛主動說抱歉。
去愛是，即使每次打電話過去，對方總是口氣很差、
不耐煩或不接電話，還是沒辦法忍住不打。
去愛是，即使對方和朋友出門，自己很擔心，
還是在大家面前微笑，為了給心愛的人面子。
去愛是，即使明明知道對方完全不愛你，
還是義無反顧，流著眼淚去愛他，卻絕不會表現出一點難過。
我一直用盡全力「去愛」，但現在我累了，
我需要找一個人讓我「被愛」。
所以再見了，希望你能找到讓你「去愛」的人。
讀完這封信，男孩才知道，
原來「被愛」的人是那麼幸福，而「去愛」的人是這麼辛苦。
而他這一刻才發現，肚子餓了，房間裡竟然沒有現用的晚餐。
而他這一刻才發現，原來每一次吵架，
對的人從來是女友，但她從來不力爭到底。
而他這一刻才發現，昨晚睡覺前為什麼覺得心裡不踏實，
原來是因為女友沒和他說晚安。
而他這一刻才發現，為什麼他的朋友都喜歡他女友，
因為她用心的顧慮到男方的一切，包括朋友的感受。
而他這一刻才發現，原來女友照顧他的方式這麼無微不至，
以致於他完全沒發現，甚至感到不耐煩。
「被愛」的人，請記得要惜福，不是每一個「去愛」的人
都會永遠毫無悔恨的為你付出。
不要以為一通電話、一個笑容、一頓晚餐，都是應該的。
因為「去愛」的人花了多少心血在這些事情上，
「被愛」的人永遠不會知道
- Apr 24 Tue 2012 13:01
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抱怨
请允许我幼稚的抱怨...因为某些事情的发生,我不得不放下原有的成熟思考,当个爱抱怨的普通女生...对,没错,抱怨绝对是所有女生最爱做的事,也是我们的专利..
今天想抱怨的事情如下:
今天想抱怨的事情如下:
很讨厌别人欺骗我..而你,最喜欢就是开空头支票..答应的事全都是谎言,说会这样这样,结果却那样那样...说会买这个买那个,叫我别买,结果也没有...说不要放status,放照片,结果还是没有...这么不遵守诺言的人真令人讨厌,不想做就不要答应,不想放就别说出口,你不知道你给了我希望而没做到会令我多么失望...你到底几时才会遵守自己所说的一切?恨你!
讨厌满口谎言的人~
- Apr 22 Sun 2012 22:50
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突然之间~
渐渐发现原来自己习惯了孤单...渐渐发现原来你并没有想象中重要...渐渐发现想你的次数越来越少,少得突然想起你时还觉得惊讶...渐渐发现,我原来可以没有你...如果再这样下去,一个礼拜两通电话,少于20封信息,我想我会渐渐习惯和你做回朋友...把时间都给你的朋友和你的活动吧...时间可以冲淡一切,包括最珍贵的感情~
- Apr 21 Sat 2012 22:46
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体检
假期前去做了身体检查,是建豪带进学校的~超怕验血的我也鼓起勇气去参与,一是因为便宜,二是因为想知道自己的身体状况如何~昨天终于去拿报告啦~不出我所料,胆固醇过高~这是家族遗传,我爸妈,我姐全都是~那个人建议我不要吃那么多"好料",还有尝试减少吃素料~这个有点困难,毕竟现在星期一到五的晚餐都是吃斋饭~但会尽量少吃多油的食物,多做运动,减少吃我最爱的nasi lemak~希望过后会恢复正常~加油咯~哈哈!
- Apr 20 Fri 2012 00:52
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羡慕
总喜欢把羡慕挂在嘴边,羡慕别人很漂亮,别人很瘦,别人的电话是最新的~也总是羡慕别人可以和谈恋爱的男友在fb上放in a relationship with...还羡慕男朋友放和女友的合照当profile picture~突然觉得这样的自己好幼稚,你在羡慕别人时,却不知道别人也可能在羡慕你~因为不知足,看不见自己说拥有的~之前还因为男友不和我放in a relationship而难过~但仔细想想,我男友也很好啊,他愿意陪我去买内衣,愿意放我的照片做lock screen picture,还愿意背我~突然觉得有你真好~虽然不能常见面,虽然不能每天通电话,也不能video call,但远距离成了最美丽的桥梁,让我更懂得珍惜你,珍惜能够见面的时间..
- Apr 09 Mon 2012 11:17
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舍得
刚在fb看了一个这么有意思的短文,
舍得笑，得到的是友谊；
舍得宽容，得到的是大气；
舍得诚实，得到的是朋友；
舍得面子，得到的是实在；
舍得酒色，得到的是健康；
舍得虚名，得到的是逍遥；
舍得施舍，得到的是美名；
舍得红尘，得到的是天尊。
舍得小，就有可能得大；
舍得近，就有可能得到远。
舍得某种精神，就有可能得到某种物质，舍得某种物质，就有可能得到某种精神。
而有些人就是为了两片薄面而争，为了一条贱命而战，一身虚荣，一身醋味，值么？累吗？
舍得舍得，有舍就有得；得失得失，有得就有失。人世间就是这么奇妙，你又何须苦苦追寻一个目标
放得下，才能走得远！有所放弃，才能有所追求.
什么也不愿放弃的人，反而会失去最珍贵的东西.
有一句很经典的话：当你紧握双手，里面什么也没有；当你打开双手，世界就在你手中。懂得放弃，才能在有限的生命里活得充实、饱满、旺盛!
得之坦然!失之淡然！
舍得笑，得到的是友谊；
舍得宽容，得到的是大气；
舍得诚实，得到的是朋友；
舍得面子，得到的是实在；
舍得酒色，得到的是健康；
舍得虚名，得到的是逍遥；
舍得施舍，得到的是美名；
舍得红尘，得到的是天尊。
舍得小，就有可能得大；
舍得近，就有可能得到远。
舍得某种精神，就有可能得到某种物质，舍得某种物质，就有可能得到某种精神。
而有些人就是为了两片薄面而争，为了一条贱命而战，一身虚荣，一身醋味，值么？累吗？
舍得舍得，有舍就有得；得失得失，有得就有失。人世间就是这么奇妙，你又何须苦苦追寻一个目标
放得下，才能走得远！有所放弃，才能有所追求.
什么也不愿放弃的人，反而会失去最珍贵的东西.
有一句很经典的话：当你紧握双手，里面什么也没有；当你打开双手，世界就在你手中。懂得放弃，才能在有限的生命里活得充实、饱满、旺盛!
得之坦然!失之淡然！
