很多时候想把身边发生的事情一件一件记录下来，可是当事情一过，我就好像失去了那股动力。于是失去了很多很有意义的点点滴滴。

比如说

1.在健身室偶遇一伯伯，当时我正在看报纸，他坐在旁边的椅子上明明在睡觉，突然听到有人在叫“囡囡、囡囡……”还没反应过来，他就向我挥手，开始和我聊天。不知道是不是上了年纪的人脾气都比较古怪，我感觉他很希望有人和他聊天，但他又不是那种很和蔼可亲的老人家，应该说有点cynical，话间不时会说“这样不对的，这样不行的……”然后又开始发表自己的一番见解，看得出来年轻的时候伯伯应该也是能干之人。摸不着头脑的我还是陪着他聊，什么都聊，从学业、时事、政治、民生etc都聊，他的思维跳跃很快，我有时候都反应不过来他已经换了另一个topic。

萍水相逢的两个人，偶然的谈话似乎让我开始触碰到一个陌生人的故事。

2.ms真的要准备开学了，ms真的是大四了，ms真的要成长了。学校几乎没什么变化，只是熟悉的人来了，又走了；陌生的人来了，还是走了。周围很多同学都回迁了，宿舍安静了许多，连最后一丝的喧闹也是那些忙着回来收拾东西赶着下一趟车搬回南校的同学们。刚碰到旅院的朋友，她们也是回来收拾东西然后集体回迁的。刚刚在广播中happen to听到一首歌，歌词的确touched了我，

我坐在椅子上

看日出复活

我坐在夕阳里

看城市的衰弱

我摘下一片叶子

让它代替我观察

离开后的变化

曾经狂奔舞蹈贪婪地说话

随着冷的湿的心腐化

带不走的丢不掉的

让大雨侵蚀吧

让它推向我在边界

奋不顾身挣扎

如果有一个怀抱

勇敢不计代价别

让我飞

将我温柔豢养

后来发现，果然如此打动人心的歌还是我们家cheer才能唱出来，哎。

3.在如此安静的校园我早上还是被一阵阵铲草声吵醒，当时才7点半。一直想不明白楼下的草坪就那么小，而且草就那么短，为什么还是能够不停不停不停地开着那轰隆轰隆响的mower持续挣扎了超过1小时呢？！更不可思议的是我明明无法忍受撕裂耳朵般的噪音为什么我还是能够继续沉睡似乎刚刚只是虚梦一场呢？

不明白不明白。

4. 新生真的来了，珠影又堆满了枕头、床垫、席子、风扇etc，来送孩子的车几乎要排到r12了，家长们左一袋右一抽地忙上忙下，招新什么的似乎了开始在策划组织了，一切都好像3年前那样，啊，原来已经三年了！唯一不变的是新生们&家长们挂在脸上的笑容和对大学生活的憧憬。

It’s beyond words.

5. 这几天太阳实在出奇地好，让我忍不住将冬天的衣服搬出来亲吻阳光，希望屋子里都充满阳光的味道。我也把被子床单蚊帐通通洗了，还在炙热的太阳底下迅速烤干了，哈。我喜欢我的那套被子，从床垫到床单、被单、枕头、蚊帐、毛巾被都已经跟了我6年，从一进深中开始，暖暖的米色格子让我很踏实。虽然床单已经被我磨到破了个窟窿，可是我还是不舍得换，趁着洗完我拿起针线一针一针地将它补好。看着打着补丁的床单，不禁有一种说不清的思绪。

嗯。

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带不走的丢不掉的

让大雨侵蚀吧

为什么开始读这本书呢？有段时间我突然想看这本书的法语版，没有原因，就是想看。在图书馆搜索未果，跟B提起过这一念头。后来因为没找着就此作罢。

生日那天这本书的出现让我感动万分，I should say, it’s the uniqe <Le petie prince> that only I possess. 因为这本是B纯手工制作，从电子版上一页一页down下来，排版、打印、装订、加封面、成书，最后作为生日礼物送给我的。The happiness is beyond description. 因此我决定无论如何也要细细品味这本原版小王子。

现在每天看一点点，不想看太快。这本书就不应该像其他快餐书一样被囫囵吞枣，我不需要靠它考试不需要靠它维持生计，我只需要好好享受、欣赏。

看这本书总能让我重拾童年天真无邪的感觉，尽管书中只字未提，但我却觉得书中处处将这点体现得淋漓尽致，当然，是by contrast with “les grandes personnes”，（如果要翻译，那就是“大人”）。

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在Premier Chapitre中的几幅画，也是大家熟悉的“蛇吞象”的dessin，“大人们”居然没有人能够理解一个6岁小孩的想象力，即使孩童努力地解释再解释。可以理解，所有的热情及意境都会被机械重复的问题，以及机械重复地回答所浇灭。知道最后，你也已经不想再去和“大人们”争论，只好任凭他们发挥自己的“想象”，虽然这些“想象”恰好都认为这幅图画像一定chapeau,也就是一顶帽子。你开始动摇最初坚定不移的画家生涯，直到慢慢荒废。

只有小王子才懂得欣赏你的画作，才能理解你所画的“蛇吞象”。突然间我发现小王子就像一个“知己”，总有这么一个人似乎能read your minds, even you didnt spilt it out. 也只有这么一个人会让你重拾已放下若干年的童年梦想。就像生活中的我们，很多东西放下了，就很难或者说很怕再拾起。是害怕曾经的感觉已经变质，但其实究竟变质的曾经的感觉还是如今的自己？也许，我们也没有勇气去追寻答案。

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小王子来自L’asteroid B612, 这是个怎样的星球呢？我们总能从小王子不停的提问中慢慢地发觉。Le petie prince是个很好问的孩子，其实就像现实中的孩子一样。关键在于回答的人究竟如何看待这孩子特有的innocence. 一个问题可以有很多种回答，而你的无意的回答可能会深深地伤害了孩子弱小的心灵。就像“玫瑰刺事件”(Chapitre VII)，人们总是认为自己很忙，自己在忙着de choses serieuses, 然后就忽略了也许对孩子们来说也是de chose serieuses的问题。小王子的职责犹如当头棒喝，

-Tu parles comme les grandes personnes!

不得不再一次提及这个grandes personnes, literally it means the big persons,也就是“大的人们”，为什么不是addult，成人呢？我觉得在小王子眼中，长大的人不一定都是“成熟的人”吧，也许只是physical上的变化，mental上或者没跟上。在他心中或多或少还是希望世界上有更多人的能跟他一样看得懂“蛇吞象”，跟他一起严肃地探讨绵羊是否会吃les arbustes, 是否会吃les baobabs, 从而担心它是否会吃带刺的植物，也就是他心爱的rosier。

忽然间我觉得很guilty，因为我似乎有很多次觉得小孩子的无聊问题太烦，随便回答而打发之，希望我的小外甥女小小的心灵没有被我huted到吧，我知道我有时候是很evil，i didnt mean to…阿弥陀佛！

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我记得有一处是让我深深体会到le petit prince的天真无邪，让我深深地被他所吸引。（或者说fascinated by the author..)

好问的小王子一天突然对主人公说了一下一番话。

Prince: -J’aime bien les couchers de soleil. Allons voir un coucher de soleil…( I love the sunset very much. Let’s see the sunset.所以说还是要读原文才比较有味道，人们常说法国人很浪漫，也许吧，他们的文字也体现了一部分。法语的日落是 les couchers de soleil, coucher是睡觉的意思，就是当太阳要休息睡觉的时候就是太阳落山之时，how vivid!!)

Moi: Mais il faut attendre… ( But we have to wait..)

P: Attendre quoi?  (Wait for what?)

M: Attendre que le soleil se couche.  ( Wait for the sun to rest. 这里的se cousher是自己睡着的意思。再一次体现文学翻译之难处~~)

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暂时先和大家分享这么多，觉得这本书真的是难得一遇的masterpiece.需要慢慢品味，慢慢咀嚼。

习惯真的很可怕，我以为自己能够随时改掉这些习惯，却没发现他们已经深深根植于我的生活当中。

不再是小孩子不再是小孩子不再是小孩子。

我不断地跟自己说，强调一遍又一遍。

可是看到人家小孩子撒娇、淘气、吃饭要人喂、捧着故事书要你讲故事、睡觉要人轻拍哄着、有事没事就要抱抱。

我还是很羡慕很羡慕很羡慕。

我也想要！！

可是，

不再是小孩子不再是小孩子不再是小孩子。

什么时候，我才会真正长大？

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珠海的空气实在是毋庸置疑的好，清新得让人想多吸几口！尤其在“莫拉菲”过境之后。空气中还夹杂着一点青草、泥土的气息。这是在家在gz都无法品味的味道。

原来我还是很喜欢这样的静谧、这样的安详。

唯一的缺陷就是没有佳肴，解决不了温饱问题，哈。

安静给人足够的思考空间，这也是我为什么坚持回来的原因。

总觉得家里过于喧嚣，即使只有我和哥哥两个在家。即使无事可做，我还是会漫无目的地打开电视，拿着remote从1按到40+；或者上网，毫无意义地浏览有限的几个网页，一遍又一遍。总之，我就是什么都不想做，就是颓废。很讨厌这样的感觉，很无力无助无奈。

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觉得自己最近脾气越来越差。

-我的骄傲无可救药，

我的懒惰也改不掉，

我的脾气控制不了，

我都知道，

我自己都知道。

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remind me again：

不再是小孩子不再是小孩子不再是小孩子。

什么叫背，今天总算见识到了。

我真不该做好学生，放着家里好好得饭菜、软软的床铺、cool cool的空调不要，硬要自找苦吃跑回来学校。

我真不该假装不堕落，放弃今天一起去HK血拼的大好机会而顶着太阳，背着重重的包袱匆匆忙忙地回来。

因为我不知道那破车会迟到15min，上车时发现座位不够，居然有2个人在坐过道！而我坐下了最后一个位置，不知道是幸还是不幸。半路开始下暴雨，应该是“莫拉菲”作祟吧，乌云密布，一下子就噼里啪啦。起初还没什么，突然我头顶“雨一直下”，还相当冰凉。这破车居然漏水！弄到我头发衣服座位包包都湿了。你还真当自己“开缝跑车”阿！！！最受不了的是跟工作人员投诉，他一脸无辜，事不关己的样子实在是太欠扁了！搞到我全程坐得超不舒服。后来发现另一边同一个位置也漏水了，都说这破车。那工作人员还好意思一直坐在最前头，有这么BT的人么~~~后来更气的是在唐家的时候他问中大有没有人下车，我连声应了4、5次说有下，然后车子还是一路驶过中大，后来过了半个若海才给我叫停，我真的忍不住想报粗了~这群死BT····一肚子气！

好不容易回到学校，倒霉的事一桩接一桩，去珠影补仓，要什么没什么。面包水果饼干几乎都被扫光了，想存点干粮都有点难度了。

在宿舍也是碰了一鼻子灰，电脑开不了机，把线全部拔了，重新开过，不行；拆机箱，把内存拔出来再插回去，开机，行了！可是鼠标没反应，将鼠标重新插了3次，依旧没反应。最后无意中重启后又可以了！开机发现上不了网，因为不记得学校是要交网费的！弄到快7点没饭吃，只好将就泡公仔面吃，其实我一点都不喜欢公仔面，都已经不记得多久没吃了。要吃才发现我亲爱的筷子离奇失踪了！不要跟我说哪个人“不小心”拿错了！！还好我居然有一次性的！将就将就！最后最后发现了一个无法补救的问题：我忘记带手机充电器了！！！学校没得卖万能充，这意味着我很快与外界断绝联系了！！！唉唉唉~~~

HOW POOR I AM!!

It was supposed to be a perfect day but for the SI exammmmmmmmm…..

oh, just forget about it…………………………..

I took the pictures with some beloved friends, again.

About the same time last year, 4 of us took the graduation picture together, that was sort of the first "family union“, then this time, it could be called the “family reunion”. 2 big “brothers”, 1 cute cute cute "sister” along with me. Last year it was the year of the “Elder Brother”, this year is the year of 1 “brother” and 1 “sister”,  and next year, it' will be mine. I cant help feeling astonished at the fact that how time flies. Was it so memorable and should be part of your sweet sweet memory of campus life?

Thanks God for your companies.

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Finally, i’ve finished reading I DON’T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT, a novel by Allison Pearson. ( A New York Times Notable Book). I have no idea what triggered me to read this book. Acutally, i just ran into it someday in the lib, and i love the color of its cover, i dont know how to describe it exactly, something between pink and orange. It talks about a mother, or a working mother. How does she manage between being a mother and being a full-time worker at one of the most prestigious banks in London. I didnt expect that i could somehow finish reading this book, coz in most cases, i would just read the very beginning of it and then left where it is. Especially during the exam phase, maybe i just take it for some escape. I sometimes tell myself after this exercise / translation, i could get a break, i.e., read a chapter or two. Here, again, i find it impossible to not marvel at the pace of time!

Though this book is written by a working mother, it’s among one of the best-sellers. Maybe it is extremely popular among the female, coz it talks about the exact things that they themselves are going through. However, I highly recommence that men read it. The situation of women as introduced in the novel should won the attention of the male, definitely. I am not yet a mother myself, however, i begin to concern about the future life of being one, if possible. If you and your espouse are out for work, who else is going to look after your baby/babies? Nanny? Grandparents? I’m afraid i would be haunted by every minute that I have missed of their infancy. I know it’s a dilemma, and is there anybody who can come up a perfect solution? 

btw, it also talks lots about the differences between man and woman, which are interesting as well as profound.

Here are just some excerpts of the novel:

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1. People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that they fade a little over the years.

2.Have you ever thought how much time you waste falling asleep? Falling sounds satisfactorily fast, but you don’t fall, do you? I find I have to sort of sidle up on sleep and ask if it could please let me in, like someone in the queue for a club trying to catch the eye of a doorman who is always looking the other way.

3. Men today can only be better fathers than their fathers. Simply by knowing how to change a nappy or figuring out which hole you stick the bottle in – these things mark them out as more capable parents than any previous generation. But women can only be worse mothers than our mothers, and this rankles because we are working so very very hard and we are doomed to fail.

4. Man announces he has to leave the office to be with his child for short recreational burst and is hailed as selfless doting paternal role model. Woman announces she has to leave the office to be with child who is on sickbed and is damned as disorganized, irresponsible, and Showing Insufficient Commitment. For father to parade himself as a Father is a sign of strength; for mother to out herself as a Mother is a sign of appalling vunerability. Don’t you just love equal opportunities?

5 etc.

Just wanna share with someone, someone cares. 

There’s one more thing i could learn from this book, that is how to manage the multi-roles that you have to play. It is said that you could finally and unconsciously discover the one you value most, although it does take some time.

As the exams are looming over, i’ve experienced the first disasters this afternoon. To be frank, i didnt perform well in the exam, or preparing for the exam. I just didnt wanna review anything, or there’s almost nothing to review. I guess this is the problem of most of us, i mean, the students majoring in language studies. Coz when the exams are approaching, you have nothing to do about it but wait. Sometimes you may get lost while others are striving for their exams, burying themselves in the vast sea of textbooks, hand-outs, PPTs as well as exercises. Or we could say, we are lucky enough, coz the key of learning lies in the process rather than staying up, cramming for the exams.

Well, i was a lit bit astonished how clam i was when i failed to finish interpreting for the first segment. Though the teacher had warned us the limited time we got in the first two parts, i didnt expect it to be that short, so the “BEEP” somehow became so awkward, however, it was sort of a relief to me. I had to admit that, usually i didnt do quite well at the very beginning, i guess i need somewhat a warm-up. Wonder why there isnt any in the interpretation exams. After all, the first battle was over, i am incapable to do anything about the result. So just take it easy, and continue to meet the other challenges.

GO GO GO !! 

Pray for my SI exam this Thur..  May God Bless.  

Confusion, unforgetfulness, helplessness, depression attack me from time to time,

Sometimes i am overwhelmed and tired,

how i wish i could turn into a bird and fly..

Here is a poem, sort of, i wrote tonight,

just playing the tricks of rhyme.

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haunted by the dream i got last night,

people were struggling in a fight,

it was brutal and full of cries,

and i was totally petrified,

wake up to find the day is serene but dry,

too haste to go to school on time,

cant see all the delights:

Under the warm sunshine,

the breeze is tender and mild,

the flowers so nice,

and the dancing of a butterfly!

keep wondering in my mind,

why?

should we work with a schedule so tight?

and never go for a hike,

or out to fly a kite!

coz i’m no longer a child,

couldnt afford the precious time to die.

Is that right?

Then I look outside,

there is a beam of light,

and a man in white,

"You are right,

July,

It’s a time to thrive,

Just try to open your mind.

you’ll find the heart of life.”

I then bear it in mind,

and start to try.

When the darkness suddenly swallows the night,

but I was not in a fright,

"Just try to open your mind!”

Then I open my eyes,

just to find, up in the sky,

Why!

It’s a starry starry night.. 

Wish everybody a sweet sweet night!