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April 27, 2005
Out of the blue
At 9am I needed a cab to get to a place for a presentation. Then came the following conversation between a very old cab driver who appeared nice, and me.
Me: Good morning! Can you please take me to....?
Him: Sure Miss!
Me: Thank you.
Him: The weather has been horrible these days...
Me: Yeah, but I believe we will get more green after the spring rain!
Him: You are very positive...Do you like mans (I swear he said "mans" instead of "men"!)
Me: Pardon?....(I was not sure I heard it well)
Him: Do you prefer mans to ladies?
Me: Y--eah, but what..why...what do you mean?
Him: Do you like making love with mans or ladies?
Me: What??????!!!! ^&()(^%/#@#$@#! ***What the hell?***.......
I paid and was about to get off the cab...
Him: By the way, you are beautiful...
There must be something wrong with air, or the drizzles ;)
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April 25, 2005
Drizzles and flowers
Seems God has been feeling blue these days, not sure if it is because of the decease of the old Pope or the birth of the new one, the tears from heaven just commence at a non-stop manner...
I said earlier in one of my postings that I was not a big fan of drizzles. I don't mind raining. But if you want to let out your feelings, please cry as much as you possibly can and get it over with. Then show me the rainbow or at least sunshine. Drizzles, however, like many men we've met in our life, are hesitant, undetermined, always struggling, coming back and forth...Na, not my type.
I was standing in a green house, looking at the plants. I was tempted to buy a new plant with flowers to brighten up my rainy day. However I did have certain self-awareness: I was very bad at all living things except human.
Last Saturday, a bird managed to come in from my chimney and was stuck in my fireplace. I did not know what to do because I dared not touch it. I spent a good half an hour to set it free. I was all sweaty afterwards and had to put back all the screens that I had to remove from my windows.
When it comes to plants, ah, I am a real killer. I can always find myself in a situation that I have to watch the plants die in front of me, which is rather depressing. I just don't know how to make them happy. Always too much water or too little water, too much sunshine and too little sunshine. And what is worse is: I love having the plants in my room!
"Am I going to kill another one?" After 3 seconds, I decided to go to a florist to buy a bunch of flowers instead. They will perish anyways. But at least I don't strongly feel responsible for that, at least they have their 15 minutes, at least they make me happy...:)
Much quicker decision than Mr. Drizzle. C'est cool.
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April 23, 2005
You are my fingerprint
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April 22, 2005
我爱你与你无关
沾了徐静蕾的《一封陌生女人的来信》的光，歌德同学很久以前的一句"我爱你与你无关."开始在中国流行起来。初看这句话觉得有些玩儿炫。细细品来这是一句勇敢的宣言。
“我爱你与你无关。”
是的，有的时候我爱你不是因为你是你，而是因为我爱和你一起时的自己。和你在一起，你可以把我生命里最美的东西挖掘出来，让我发光，让我灿烂，让我夺目，让我对着镜子喜欢自己。于是你让我觉得值得爱，因为你是那个懂我的人，可以让我生命更丰富，更绚丽的人。
有时候我爱你和你无关，而是因为我想爱，我需要爱，我血液里流着燃烧的激情，而你在那一时刻出现，于是我爱了你。爱有时是偶然，是特定的时间空间，特定的对爱的定义，爱的理解，爱的需要。
而有时，我爱你是因为我可以给你你需要的爱。那种被需要的感觉让我觉得我的爱有价值，我的爱被接受和珍惜。于是我爱你，爱我可以给予的成就感， 但与你无关。
还有时，我爱你是爱你留给我的记忆，所有宝贵的瞬间记录了我曾经燃烧过，痴迷过，投入过。而你让那一刻真实地存在，你见证了我的爱，这与你爱不爱我没有关系，更多的是你曾经证明过我有爱的能力。
其实很多时候，真的，我爱你与你无关。
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April 20, 2005
About "share"
The discussion of “share” actually started with my flickr photos…A great friend of mine commented as such:
” I think that sharing pictures with people, even if you don’t know them personally or haven’t seen them, is sharing in a way something very intimate. You share with them glimpses of how you see the world, or even how you see yourself (where you are your own model). You share your «artistic» sensibility and creativity as well. In a way I find that it is courageous.”
I replied with:
“When it comes to art, a very important thing is to “share”. A painting, a movie, a piece of music, a book…The artists share their perspectives, their creations, their feelings, their emotions, their discoveries ….their love with thousands of strangers in this world, which is wonderful. Otherwise we will not be able to enjoy a lot of beautiful things in this world. As for me, I am a real amateur..:P (maybe a little better than my golf ) but I share one passion with virtual people: photography. No matter they are good or bad, I look at their pictures and I learn how they see the world, how they express themselves through cameras, how different they see the same thing from I do…One of the amazing things about photography is that one photograph can be interpreted in different ways. People see it from different angles and capture different things. I also want to know what the reflections of my photos are from strangers’ eyes. With friends, I share more about myself as a person and with them I share more about my work. When I am my own model, I am no long just myself, I am part of my work…”
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I have been pondering about “share” for a long while. And I think we all have a “shared” life. By that I mean, for example, if you are with someone (could be a lover or just a friend) for either long or short period, you two actually will develop something in common, either habits, hobbies, the way of talking, some special words only you two understand, taste of food, restaurants you like…etc etc. And it becomes part of you. When you meet another one, you have brought those things to this new person. You have a shared experience with both of them. And in fact those two people are sharing a lot of things indirectly even though they don’t even know each other. Life is funny, isn’t it?
We share our life with different people at different moments and they are the witnesses of our life.
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April 18, 2005
燃烧的夜
A beautiful night after watching Gregory Charles at Bell center...he is just a-w-e-s-o-m-e...
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Quote of the day
"Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian. "
- Dennis Wholey
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April 15, 2005
Dare mo shiranai/Nobody knows
这应该是个美丽的下午。洒满阳光的春日的下午。我却被一种突如其来的久违了的孤独感围绕，那是一种近似于曲终落幕后的空虚或是于觥筹交错人声鼎沸之中的落寞。通常这样的时刻我需要把自己隔离。
于是我把自己仍在了Cinema du parc 的黑暗里，观看一部日本电影Dare mo shiranai/Nobody knows。于是在这个明媚的下午，我在黑暗里泪流如注。
这是今年到此为止最让我震撼的电影。他们讲的是我听不懂的语言，可是我却觉得我懂他们的每一个眼神, 每一个动作,每一句话。没有大牌明星，只有四个孩子，用他们稚嫩的肢体一笔一笔勾画着生命的意义。他们让我想起余华的“活着”。 不同的故事，不同的风格，却同样讲述关于生存的韧性。
四个孩子，不同的父亲，同一个母亲。最大的12岁，最小的5岁。唯一的母亲弃他们而去，12岁的Akira 担负起照顾弟妹的重担。为了能够四人相守在一起，他们没有去警察局申请帮助。母亲留下的钱用光了，电被停了，水被停了，食物是商店要丢弃的。。。他们还是以独特的自己的方式顽强地生存着。就是这样，他们还在阳台用捡来的种子栽种了一片绿色。。。
这是个眼泪肆意的下午，对我而言。
小yuki的生日那天，她相信母亲会回来看她，她一定坚持去车站接母亲。哥哥只要答应。小yuki穿上漂亮的会响的小红拖鞋拉着哥哥的手兴奋而去。夜幕降临，两个孤独的小身影落寞的留在回家的路上。。。小拖鞋的响声融入了失望的夜色中。。。我的眼泪在小红拖鞋的踢踏声中潸然而下。。。
母亲在时给孩子们规定，除了大哥，一概不可以出门。在确定母亲不会回来后的一天， 大哥决定带所有的弟妹出门，在哥哥把鞋子准备好的那一刻，三个弟弟妹妹的期盼兴奋的眼神让人过目不忘。。。终于来到了外面的世界，终于可以拥抱阳光和空气，孩子们奔跑着雀跃着，而我含着泪微笑着。。。
小yuki 死了。哥哥用手提箱把她带到很远的飞机场，因为小yuki从来没有见过飞机。。。哥哥把她葬在机场，这样她可以经常看飞机起落。。。在填土的一刻，Akira 的手在我眼前颤抖不已，我的眼泪也在那一刻纠结而来。。。
一只手在黑暗中递来一张纸巾，而我最终不知道那个人的样子，我在剧终的一刻悄然退场，此刻我需要孤独地离开。。。走时我对黑暗里的邻居轻声说了句“Merci."
It was supposed to be a beautiful afternoon, a sunny spring weekend afternoon. Don’t know why a sudden loneliness grabbed me. This word did not appear often in my dictionary. The feeling was like the emptiness after the show was over, or the solitude of being among the noisy crowd. Usually at this time I needed to detach myself.
So I threw myself to Cinema du parc, watching a Japanese movie. Dare mo shiranai/Nobody knows。This was rather an impulsive decision. So in this beautiful sunny afternoon, my tears were flooded in the darkness.
This has been the most powerful movie so far this year to me. I did not understand their language, yet I felt that I understood every single glance, every single move and every single word. No well-known stars, just 4 kids who used their tender body to explain the meaning of being alive. It all of sudden reminded me of “To live”. Different stories, different styles, but both described the tenacious and persistent will to survive.
Four kids, different fathers, same mother. The oldest one was 12 and the youngest one was only 5. The mother left them for her own happiness and Akira, the 12-year boy undertook the task of taking care of his brother and sisters. In order to be staying together, they did not go to the police. The money that mom left was gone, the electricity was stopped, the water was discontinued, the food was the leftovers from the supermarket…Yet they still lived their unique life in a unique way. Even in such toughness, they still used the seeds they picked on the road to grow a beautiful greeeeen in the balcony…
This was an afternoon of tears, for me.
Little Yuki believed that her mom would come back to see her on her birthday. So she insisted to go to the train station to meet her. Akira had to agree. So she wore her beautiful red slippers which could make sounds when she walked and left with joy. The night came and the two kids with lonely shadows moved on their way back home. The echo of the sound of her beautiful red slippers melt in the sad darkness. The tears rushed out of my eyes in the tap-tap of the red slippers…
When the mother was home she had a rule that no kids would go out except Akira. After losing the hope of her return, finally in one sunny day, Akira decided to let all the kids out. When he was preparing the shoes for all the kids, the eagerness and excitement of the kids was imprinted in my head forever. Finally they came out to embrace the world outside, finally they could enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. They jumped, they ran, they played with each other…I smiled, watching them, with tears.
The little Yuki died. Akira put her in a suitcase and brought her all the way to the airport because the little Yuki never got the chance to see the airplanes. Akira buried her there so that she could watch the take off and the landing of the airplane frequently. Again I could not help my tears when Akira’s hands were trembling in the darkness…
A hand passed a piece of tissue to me and I did not know who the person was. I left the theatre quietly when the movie ended. I needed to be alone at this moment. Before I left, I whispered to the kind neighbor:” Merci.”
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April 14, 2005
How can I take my eyes off you?
Oh my, I am sooooooo attracted to this one, while I am still madly in love with this one...Damn, I feel like a man!
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Laugh of the day
My colleague: I am working from home today, if anything, call me at...
Me: Have a fun pyjama working day!
My colleague: I am all dressed!
Me: Pizza?
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April 13, 2005
Quote of the day
"The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun."
Napoleon Hill
1883-1970, Author of Think And Grow Rich
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My first formal parking permit
Sometimes we don’t need much, a sweet smile, a simple greeting or some encouraging words can make our day. And just those small things touch my heart and always make me feel, no matter what, life is still beautiful.
I used to live in a building in downtown for 4 years, even though I had changed 3 apartments in the same building. (Some friends say that I was crazy, but I liked that building.) Last Wednesday I was driving around to find a parking space in downtown because I had my photography course from 6pm till 10pm. I was almost late and still could not find one. Well, that was downtown, always crazy like that. Then I thought of the visitor’s parking lot in my old building. I told the janitor there that I needed a parking space. The janitor was the best one I have ever met. He was very hard working and responsible. I always said hi to him when I was in the building. (In fact I always said hi to everyone and once my friend said,” you know everyone in the building!” That was not true but who would refuse greetings?) Sometimes I just stopped for a quick chat with him like friends. He was very happy to see me, after 8 months and told me about his wedding and life in the building, and then he said, “If you ever need to park, just come here and put your name there and I will know it is you.”
So tonight after work I drove there directly without hesitation. After I finished my photography class, I found that on my car window, there was a beautifully printed formal car parking permit with my car plate number on it. I got my very first parking permit at some place I used to belong to. I felt something warm flowing in my heart. Life can be beautiful, just like that.
I should bring him some chocolate or cookies next time…on my way home, I drove with smile.
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April 12, 2005
穿过我的黑发。。。
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單行道（王菲）One Way Street
曲:伍佰 詞:林夕 編曲:伍佰 & CHINA BLUE
一路上有人坐在地鐵張望擦身而過的廣告
有人怕錯過每段躲不過的新聞報導
一路上有人能白頭到老有人失去青春少年
有人在回憶中微笑也有人為了明天而煩惱
一路上有人付出虔誠為不認識的陌生人祈禱
有人過了一輩子只為一家幾口每天都吃飽
一路上與一些人擁抱一邊廂與一些人絕交
有人背影不斷澎漲而有些情境不斷縮小
春眠不覺曉 庸人偏自擾
走破單行道 花落知多少
跑不掉
每個人都是單行道上的跳蚤
每個人皈依自己的宗教
每個人都在單行道上尋找
沒有人相信其實不用找
一路上有人太早看透生命的線條命運的玄妙
有人太晚覺悟冥冥中該來則來無處可逃
一路上有人盼望緣份卻不相信緣份的必要
一路上那青春小鳥掉下長不回的羽毛
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April 9, 2005
What time is it there?/你那边几点？
一整个星期的感觉就是一个字"累"，于是我周末的整体策略也就是一个字"睡"。
当我在明媚的阳光里睁开眼睛，看着墙上的闹钟指着12点15分，然后心满意足地爬起来。给自己做了一大杯cappuccino坐在洒满阳光的沙发上突然间很想看电影。于是想起M. La Grange 不久前推荐的台湾导演蔡明亮的作品《你那边几点？》
影片以小康的父亲去世开始，然后以小康和湘琪的相遇展开。小康以卖表为生，湘琪在去巴黎的前一天来他那里买表。她想要一块有两个时间的表，以便对比台北与巴黎的时间。在所有的表中她却只看上了小康手上的那块。小康不肯卖，说是父亲刚过世，会给她带来霉运。但她不在乎，最后小康同意把表卖给她。似乎俩个人无形的联系便从此开始。
父亲的去世对整个家庭带来极大的影响。母亲不能释怀，总以为父亲回转世回来。小康被母亲的怪异行为弄得神经恍惚。他开始把所有卖的表都调到巴黎的时间， 甚至包括家里和他在台北见到的所有的表。。。而地球另一端的湘琪独自在巴黎闯荡，然而她所经历的却和小康有着神秘的联系。。。
这是一部很慢的电影，继承了蔡明亮一贯的风格：很少的对白，甚至很少的音乐， 不像王家卫的片子，你总有一个旋律在脑海里环绕。他所讲述的故事是隐晦的，需要你自己去把他精心制造的无数的影像连接在一起去体会他所要表达的东西。影片的摄影很美，对于我这个现在对摄影如痴如迷的人来说是一种极致的享受。
看完电影抱着已经冷了的capuccino我想起一首齐秦的老歌，也是我刚来Montreal让我流泪的老歌《想念》
"Exhausted" was the precise summary of my past week so "Sleep" became my overall strategy for the weekend.
When I opened my eyes in the beautiful sunshine, the clock on the wall indicated that it was 12:15pm, only, hehe. I then got up feeling very content. After making myself a huge cup of cappuccino I felt like watching a movie while sitting in my couch wich was showered with sunshine. Then I thought of " What time is it there?", recommended by M. La Grange not long ago, directed by Ming-liang Tsai, a famous director from Taiwan.
The film begins with the death of an old man, who is the father of the main character Hsiao-kang then continues with Hsiao-kang’s encounter with Shiang-chyi. Hsiao-kang makes his living by selling the watches. Shiang-chyi wants to buy a watch with the time of both Taiwan and Paris because she is leaving for Paris the next day. Among all the watches, only the one that Hsiao-kang wears looks appealing to her. She begs to buy that one but Hsiao-kang does not want to sell her. He tells her that his father just passes away and the watch may bring her bad luck. She does not care and finally Hsiao-kang agrees to sell her that watch. It seems that a mysterious connection between the two starts since then…
The death of Hsiao-kang’s father brings great impact on the whole family. His mother misses him so much and strongly believes in his reincarnation. Hsiao-Kang is driven crazy by his mother’s weird behaviour. He starts to set all the watches he sells to the time of Paris, including the one at his home and all he sees in Taipei….meanwhile, Shiang-chyi, on the other side of the globe, begins her lonely journey at Paris. What she confronts conveys a strong and mysterious connection with Hsiao-kang…
This is a very slow movie, a typical Ming-liang Tsai’s movie, with very little dialogue, even little music, not like Kar Wai Wong’s movies, in which you always have a melody crooning in your mind. The story he tries to tell is rather implicit, you have to incorporate yourself all the images and the scenes that he creates with a meticulous perfection to be able to grasp the messages that he wants to convey. However the photography of the movie is excellent. It is such an enjoyment for someone who is crazy about photography right now, like me.
When the movie ended, my cappuccino was already cold. All of sudden I thought of an old song 《想念》 of Chyi chin, which drove me to tears when I first set my foot in montreal…
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April 5, 2005
午夜的凝视
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April 3, 2005
Wet mood
It was a rainy day and my mood was somewhat wet.
Haven’t walked in the rain in downtown for a while since I became a suburban girl. People were confused by the changing of the season so a mix of the heaviness in winter and delight of spring was scattered on the street. I was not particularly fond of rain, especially the drizzles. However I was convinced that the grass, the trees and even the city needed it more. The rain washed the streets, the buildings and the trace of winter on people’s faces. I kind of liked the color of the walls in the rain, fresh and real. I walked by a bench, which was empty. But I remembered that bench vividly with a couple sitting on it in a beautiful summer afternoon. The bodies still remained some distance but from the glow on the faces and the fire in the eyes, I saw the attraction of two people who were tempted but hesitated to make the first move, the most beautiful part in a relationship.
I would rather being soaked in the rain than carrying an umbrella. Un umbrella for me was always a temporary shelter, besides, it was clumsy. I did have a bright umbrella with beautiful sunflowers, which I carried occasionally, but it was mostly used to brighten my mood in the greyness. So I walked in the rain, feeling the wetness get under my skin.
Maybe, all of sudden I thought, I did need the rain to wash off my winter.
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Quote of the day
"One day at a time - this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone: and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering."
Ida Scott Taylor
1820-1915, Author
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April 2, 2005
Quote of the day
Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.
- Swedish proverb
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Waiting for the dawn
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April 1, 2005
My April fool pranks
I was famous for being a smart but naughty girl when I was a kid and I guess I have elaborated more when I grow up. April 1st is always the best day to make my pranks legal. The tradition of April Fool was exported to China not many years ago. I didn’t get the chance to enjoy it until my first year in the university. I don’t remember all of jokes I have played on others but I do remember some unfortunately, so it is the confession time.
* In my class back to the university in China, I had a classmate who loved to wear like a man and wore pants all the time instead of skirts. On my way to get hot water I saw her coming towards my way, so I got close to her and whispered;” Your pants…are unzipped!” then I was gone with the shocking embarrassing face in my mind.
* While I was studying here in Montreal, I called my friend Y and said:” Hey I just passed by your apartment so can I come up?” Y said “ Sure, I will open the door for you.” After a few seconds, “ Seems something wrong with your door, it is not open.” “ Ok, I will come and get ya.” 5 minutes later I called again, this time Y’s wife picked up the phone,” hey where are you? Y just went downstairs with a T-shirt! He could not find you.” “ I am sorry sweetie, this is just an April fool joke!” Y grabbed the phone:” if I am sick, you will pay my medical expense!@#$@%@%!”
* I was thinking big. So I sent a beautiful and sentimental e-mail to a lot of my classmates saying that due to some family emergency I had to go back to China and I might not be able to come back blablabla…I thanked them for the great time we spent together and wish them all the best blablaba…one minute later my phone started to ring and of course I did not pick it up…in 2 hours I have received tons of calls and e-mails…I sent out another e-mail right after mid-night declaring that it was an April fool prank, the whole world started to hate me. A classmate from South America who wrote an e-mail saying that he would miss me terribly then said:” I want to throw oranges at you bad Helen!”
* I behaved a lot at work here. But it was not fun without doing anything, I figured. So I called one of my friends at work from the phone at the door, “ Hey there is a beautiful sexy lady at the elevator who wants to see you.” “ Ah, merci.” 5 minutes he came over:” Are you playing the April fool prank on me?” I pretended to be innocent, “ nope, so didn’t you see the beautiful young lady?” “No at all! I just saw an old woman come out of the elevator!” “ Ah, you know women age fast.”
* Today I decided to be a good girl, at least I intended to. So I spent most of my time being alert. However my boss took my group for lunch and my colleagues and I figured that it would be too boring not to play on someone. The waiter brought the drinks we ordered and there was extra lovely pink drink. He gave that pinky to my boss and said that it was from the lady over there. I teased my boss that he had a secret admirer. He just smiled and we thought that he might have figured out what was going on. We were a little disappointed. However, when we left the restaurant, I heard him talk to the assistant:” There might be a message from the lady who ordered me the drink!”
从小我就以聪明但淘气著称。长大以后更将这一优点发扬光大。愚人节责无旁贷地使我的小伎俩们合法化，我当然不会错过这样的机会。然而愚人节引进中国时间并不久，我也是从大学一年级开始享受这个特殊的节日。我已不记得我所有的恶作剧了，但不幸的是，我还记得一些, 所以我就招了吧。
* 我上大学时班上有个女生喜欢打扮得像个男生, 很少穿裙子。愚人节那天我去水房打水，远远见她走来，便迎着她并在她耳边轻声说：“你拉链开了。。。“然后扬长而去，脑子里留下她瞬间的窘态。
*我在蒙特利尔上学时，我给同学Y打电话："我路过，在你家楼下呢，能上来吗？""当然，我给你开门." 过了几秒钟我说："你家的门好像坏了，没开." "那我下楼给你开去。“5 分钟后我又打电话，这回是他太太接的，"你在哪儿啊？他穿个T-shirt就下去了，也没找着你。" "亲爱的，今天是愚人节。。。" Y一把抢过电话，"要是我感冒发烧，你得给我付医药费！@#$@%@%!"
* 我的志向比较远大,觉得应该制造一些国际影响.所以就给我很多的同学朋友发了封情深意切的E-mail.说因为家里有急事要赶回中国,有可能再也不会回来诸如此类,然后严重感谢了一下所有的战友们并祝他们万事如意等等. 一分钟后我的电话开始响,我当然不能接.然后连个小时无数的留言和E-mail...一过午夜我就赶紧又发了一封,宣称此举存属愚人节玩笑, 然后全世界开始痛恨我.我的一个南美的同学还深情款款说会想念我这时恨不得用橘子砸我.嘿嘿.
* 在这儿上班后我安分守己了很多. 但如果什么动静都不弄出点显得太无聊.于是乎我打电话给我在公司一个要好的同事," 嗨,电梯哪儿有一特漂亮的MM找你."" 谢了." 5 分钟后他气急败坏地来找我," 你是不是再给我开愚人节的玩笑?" 我一脸无辜状,"怎么你没看到漂亮MM?" "根本没有!只看见一个老太太." " 你知道的啦,女人老的快嘛!"
*今年我决定改邪归正,至少我这么打算来着.我于是大部分时间都用来防止上当受骗.中午老板请我们部门同事一块吃饭.我同事和我都觉得手痒痒的应该找人试试手. 一会儿,服务生把我们点的饮料端了上来还有一杯粉色的饮料,然后跟我老板说:"这饮料是那边那位女士给你点的." 我还开我老板的玩笑说可能是你的崇拜者吧.我老板深藏不露只是微笑.我和我同事们以为被识破了,有些垂头丧气.没想到出门时我听到老板对秘书说:"说不定我回去就有那个给我点饮料的女士的留言呢!"
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The difference between 'involvement' and 'commitment' is like an eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was 'involved' - the pig was 'committed'.
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