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曾经因为一些事情而不太喜欢的一个，我今天也才突然发现她脆弱的一面

jen说得对阿，人，最最不应该，单单因为一件事，而否定一个人以前所有一切的好

人之初，性本善。不管这句话已经存在了几百年还是几千年了，既然他还能流传下来，毕竟还是有一定的道理的。

每个人都有做错的时候吧……也或许我们看到的并不是真相吧……至少不是当事者的心

 

虽然听起来好像很假，但还是想说

愿不曾幸福快乐的人幸福快乐

愿常常新福快乐的人还是幸福快乐

 

 

curiosity kill the cat

guess what?  im lost........

 

我的blog都快发霉了偶……来扫扫灰尘把

 

shelly呀，原来我也有说过有可能，有可能会转学的，真是不好意思了，我也很想念你滴~~~~

希望你在oatley一切安好，还有你那两位朋友

 

到了tempe，感觉好像又做回自己了。啊不，好像刚刚来到澳洲的时候在IEC的感觉

真的很像呢，很multicultural，大家也都很nice。也从来没有暴力流血事件发生过，happily ever~

 

michelle去了northshore girls，celine去了树林学校（sorry i cant remember the name, celine -__-|||）

其他都按照他们原先定好的轨道move on了

好想哪天去oatley看看呢，很surprise这周已经week 6了，总觉得好像不久前才从penshurst离开

 

开学了就只有忙忙忙……i noticed that i really do enjoy in these truck load of homework.....am i mad??? i am addicted to chemi and mathi~~ =D

 

the bad thing is ..... i can not cope with chinese work anymore, and i dun really like our chinese teacher....(sorry ms, but i still reckon u r abit ignorant to our original chinese teacher)

im gonna drop chinese next year~

 

 

爱月姐催稿了，心里没底……coz i havent done anything  T.T    what can i do

 

ps. 那位叫菁菁的筒子是哪位？？  无论如何，还是欢迎咯~~~ 

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啊呀还有好多……不一一贴出来了

程姓源流追溯　祝融氏重黎后

　　根据历来学者的考证，程氏的源流可以追溯到上古时期曾经出任火官“祝融氏”的重黎，是最为道地的黄帝子孙。

　　关于程氏的来源，有关古籍的记载很多，包括《姓纂》所记载的：“颛顼重黎之后，程伯休父其后也”；《万姓统谱》所说的：“程伯休父入为大司马，封于程，后遂为氏，与司马氏同，望出广平、安定”；以及《广韵》上所记述的：“商封重黎之后于程，因以为氏”等等。

　　综合以上的文述，程氏的先祖应该是“祝融氏”重黎的后代子孙。由于在商朝时有一位程伯休父在朝廷上贵为大司马，并且被封食采于一个叫作程的地方而得姓。依此推算，程氏之得姓，大约已经有了4000年的历史，真可以说是一个既古老又光辉的大家族。

　　另外，根据《左传》的杜注，在春秋时代的晋国，除了上述源自重黎的程氏之外，还出现了第二支以程为姓的家族，那就是荀氏后裔的改以程为姓。《左传》的那段注解是这样说的：“晋荀氏支子食采于程，以邑为氏。”

　　春秋时代晋国的荀氏，是一个著名而尊贵的家族，世代都很显达。依照《姓纂》的记载，荀氏是“周文王第十七子郇侯之后以国为氏”，其后并分为旬氏、程氏、知氏、辅氏。换言之，出现于春秋时代的第二支程氏，应该也是周文王的后裔，而周文王则是黄帝的姬姓子孙，因此两支程氏的得姓尽管有先后之别，但认真的追溯起来，实际上根本都是一父所生，仅仅是殊途而同归罢了。

　　程氏老早便称盛于北方，还可以从历史上找到许多具体的证据，其中，最为明显的可以说莫过于秦始皇时创造隶书的程邈的现身说法。因为，这位对精美奥妙的中国文字有不朽贡献的历史人物，正是当时的下杜人，也就是现在陕西省长安县人。程邈的创造隶书，对于中国文化的贡献之大，已经是有目共睹的。根据史载，当初他并没有十分响亮的地位和名气，仅仅是一名小小的县吏而已，而且，不久之后还因得罪人而被关在云阳的牢狱里，没想到漫漫无期的铁窗岁月，却给带来了傲视人寰的辉煌成就。他以10年时间构思，把大小篆蜕变而成隶书3000字。当时不但在秦始皇的激赏之下被赦出狱，还被封为御史的高官，而且使得中国文字自此定型，丰功伟迹堪称与日月同光。

The book says that it's a piece of high-range creative writing sample

ok then......

 

but what i wanna say is....................how come the writing is all messed up as well as the spelling?

but still, the plot and vocab is good

 

 

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Journey across Landscapes

 

In her last years my grandmother spent much of her time in an armchair by the window of her room. The nursing home in which I visited her lay amidst a basin of green lawn and tidy herbaceous borders, but it was at the towering blue gums that my grandmother stored, quiet and still. The constant dull murmur of reassurance, tantrums, tears, and bedpans eddied around her frail form, but she found resistance in those trees, swaying leaves and dappled trunks in blue and purple and gold. They took her back, I think, to her real place, in the fields and dirt tracks of Tarren, country of NSW.

 

And so, when so died, that is where I took her. My grandfather, who died years before, had bought a double gravesite for them both in the cemetery near our home, and had extracted a promise that they would lie there together with one tombst one. His name came first.

 

The nursing home lot were a modern, liberal minded group. They educated cremation, cremation and sprinkling “on your own special place”. With gleam in her eye my grandmother voiced her wish to be incinerated and scattered. One in the eye to her husband (God rest his son) who always got his way, and his name, before her own.

 

She died in March of 2000, and white the family clucked and muttered, and her lawyer stood firm, I made the arrangements. Two days after the funeral I sent out in the family sedan for my grandmother’s country, unseen and anticipated, with the urn on the seat beside me.

 

In a fit of whimsy I found the country and western station, wound down the windows and hurtled down the highway, alternatively singing, crying, and talking to my dead grandmother.

 

I didn’t really believe she was listening. I hoped she had better things to do.

 

We soon tired of the country station and the speeding. Too blocky, perhaps, for us girls.

 

I fiddled idly with the tuner and found the ABC Classified station. Violins, flutes, lending bells and Baroque precision filled the car, and as we drove I began to let my eyes stray from the road.

 

The sun was bright, and dry heat sat heavily on the fields by the highway. Weeds and thickets of grass, beyond bovine reach, obscured much of the fences and the tidy lines of one-eyed soldiers. Beacons of red reflection for those drivers in the dark, I thought. I am in the dark, I thought.

 

Sun slanted through the window across my bare arms, picking out the fine golden hair there, they baked like billowing fields of uncut tan coloured grass, undulating in waves like the ocean. I liked that. I imagined myself, my body as a miniature landscape – roughness and smooth, cracked, dry, with rivers of sweat and unreliable fountains of tears.

 

The music changed. Something romantic, swelling and disappearing suddenly with vibrating emotion. European music. So odd that at that precise moment, on that precise day it captured my surroundings like a map. I had moved from the rolling fields into state forest, imposing and beginning to buzz with late afternoon cicadas. The lickering of golden light with gold, pin pointed by charred remains of broken trees. Light and shadow. Sight and blankness. Louds and softs. The dynamics of this landscape so intimately connected with my own.

 

Time for the map (sadly only of outward geography). The turn for Tarren gorge was surely approaching.

 

As I swerved the car gently off the highway onto the gravel crescent the stones lent up in welcome, tapping at my door. They crunched beneath my feat as I climbed from my seat, urn in hard, and set off through the narrow track through the trees. Forgotten bark chipping lay beneath a layer of forest refuce, mulching quietly in the fading sun. my cramped legs tired easily, and I distracted myself with the bark of trees I passed – here rough, there smooth; there traced with the tracks of tiny boring insects. My step lightened as I came out from the eucalyptus canopy onto the escarpment. Here there was wind, and the sun was gone. I paced the edge, stealing glances down into the water snaking below. Not as deep as I expected … the tall tales of my father debunked, but I would not be the one to tell.

 

Minutes passed, but they were not felt in that place. Dimly, trucks could be heard on the highway, but it might have been the dull roar of flooding waters. The private memories of that gorge … merge them with my own.

 

With no one to see but the trees and the earth, my grandmother was scattered out into the air, and floated downwards to the rocks and the water. I lost sight of her quickly. I felt no better, or worse, but I was secretly glad to have down this, and alone. A private moment of connection in detachment. No words or prayers. Not even thoughts. I felt like the land around me, because along in my grandmother’s country, I just was.   

 

去看朋友的演出也不得安宁，原来他是被边上的记者看到了。然后那人告密，才给那帮带摄像机的记者拍到

还好那人没有那么8hd，在他旁边的时候没有拍照

 

现在娱乐界的风气……真不是人呆的地方

老虎你就快点出来吧，好好编你的剧，好好导你的戏。  不敢想象到时候那帮人又会说你什么

 

 

    车祸意外发生后，吾每餐均以猪蹄为主食。至今三月有余，若以四个猪蹄为一头猪计，那么在下迫害的猪公数量当不下百头。其原因乃坊间广泛流传的偏方，食猪蹄于疤痕之愈合有百益，因其中含有大量胶原质。如此吃法不到半月便感腻味，寻思着与其满大街觅口味之标新，还不如亲自烹制以立异。

　　第一步是猪蹄的选购。在香港任何一家“欢迎你”超市都能买到贴着新鲜标签的猪肉，宣传画上有一头可爱的猪小弟向你挥手致意。第一眼看到那小弟这般可爱便不忍心吃它，不过转念想来，如此招揽顾客食其同伴乃出卖朋友的不义之徒，我便打着“清猪圈，平猪愤”的名号掏钱了。猪蹄分为两种：肥的是猪手，八块港币一斤；瘦的是猪脚，八块港币一只。我一般会买猪脚，猪手太肥，担心自己将来会有残杀“同伴”之嫌。

　　接下来便是厨房里的艺术了。一般买回来的猪脚都已经经过去毛的处理，但我还是会再把那些漏网之毛一 一剔除。最早是用手拔，可那猪毛又细又滑，甚为辛苦。着急了就用牙啃，效果出奇得好，但亲吻猪脚的概率太高，很快放弃。之后在朋友的建议下去某化妆品店买了一把拔眉毛用的镊子，用起来相当顺手。曾经在报纸上看到过外国人吃肉的习惯，他们屠宰牲口一般都是用电击，为的是保存血水不让营养流失，可以理解他们吃着带腥的肉换来的是自己身上浓浓的体味，由此也可以猜测他们体毛胜于亚洲人的原因。当然，这只是我在闷得慌的时候一厢情愿的猜测和自嘲，为的是掩饰我在切姜片和葱段时由于刀法不济而造成的对手指的伤害。

　　忍着刀伤的疼痛，我将猪蹄放入清水中用大火煮至沸腾，再改用小火慢炖。这里面还是颇有讲究的，光锅里放的配料就有数十种之多。比如花椒、香菇、木耳、冬笋、红枣、枸杞、莲藕等等。而小火慢炖的学问就更大——时间长短，加水的时机和多少都会影响到最终的味道和“猪蹄的形状”。通常猪蹄的烹制也就在奇形怪状中结束了。如若碰巧走运蹄形依旧，那么最后还要放入各种调味佐料。大多数情况我自己做的猪蹄都不会比买来的好吃，但还是会吃，不论怎样至少是达到了“立异”的目的，而更重要的是吃猪蹄之根本在于疗伤。

　　难以下咽的猪蹄吃多了也开始反思，其实烧菜和疗伤一样，都要遵循一定的规律，不可盲目维新，也不可肆意改革，而究其根本是要保持平和的心态。老子曰：“治大国，如烹小鲜。”对我而言，治疤痕，如烹猪蹄，必须经过一个小火慢炖的阶段，须遵从医嘱，耐心等待。所谓疤痕不愈，猪蹄不断，漫漫长路，袅袅炊烟。

 

 

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这篇文真是令我笑得不行了

i've neva doubted how sleeeeeeepy and boooooring my job can be

but today i read an interesting article during my half an hr lunch ( u know.....i bludged )

 

the article mentioned:

women average talk more than 3 times than men

because of the differing brain construction and the amount of a certain hormone release

in average, women talk 20,000 words per day; and men only talk abt 7,000

what occupies women's brain the most???

ans: talking, shopping

                       and

                            shopping, talking

 

the article also states that men's hearing go bad sometimes, and that's why men tend to be "deaf" when women whinge #^%＄&^%*#＄^ to them

 

In contrast, what occupies men's brain the most?

 

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the idea of that thingy pops up in men's mind every 52 sec in a day while women only think abt it once

 

what a fantastic explaination, or maybe, excuse, for 色狼 and boys who watch AA............

 

 

 

 

 

 

alrite

 

i can forgive u

 

dw

 

( am i talking to myselfe....? )

 

 

刚才在天涯杂谈看到一篇讨论广西的帖子

 

楼主因为热爱广西，为未来发展和现况不足的地方出谋划策。虽然招来了许多老乡的不理解与外省人的反驳

再加上看到老乡们如此热爱广西，真的好感动，竟然看哭了

 

好想念好想念

这个向别人提起时会被认为是贫穷落后的地方

这个被认为是偏远山区的地方

这个地方人民说话都夹壮的地方

……

他们不了解我们生活的无欲无求

他们未曾见过我们如画的山水

他们从未体会广西人民的善良朴实

 

 

天啊，好肉麻，打住

 

 

 

找了些家乡的照片，让回忆来得更猛烈些吧~！！！

 

 

瓦，这么漂亮，是什么地方啊？

你没搞错吧，这是朝阳沟？阿不？朝阳溪？

这就是小时候那个方圆几百米以内连苍蝇都能臭到熏死的那个臭水沟？

这就是那个连老师开玩笑都说“明天把你丢到朝阳沟去”的臭水沟？

 

 

 

原来步行街从上面来看是这个样子的阿

还清楚地记得当年步行街刚刚建成，老百姓们都在为步行街出谋划策的样子（改名字，虽然后来还没改）

 

 

江南好漂亮啊，可惜好像没去过几次 = =

 

 

这是金湖广场？？这不是南湖广场么，那几个帆船灯

难道改名了不成？

 

 

民族大道鸟瞰

那个国际大酒店还是那么显眼 （我发现广西好多建筑物顶上都有个球 = =）

 

 

南湖南广场

还是能看得到国际大酒店阿，还有那个是啥？市政府？

走的时候还在建，那个时候已经很好看了

晚上的喷泉真是赞

 

 

人民大会堂

这个看得我真是腻得不行啦，每年都有这里一大堆的照片，谁叫它就在我家旁边

小时候一直觉得大会堂顶那个东东长得很像我的积木……

进去过几次，好像是——抽奖？！   orz

 

 

转载个，看得我真舒心

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南宁市先后获得“国家园林城市”、“迪拜国际改善居住环境良好范例”、首届“中国人居环境奖”后,一直努力铸造“中国绿城”品牌,制作绿色名片。

    南宁是一座绿城。绿在城中，城在绿中，终年常绿，四季花开，绿化、美化、彩化与亚热带风光融为一体。市区内有13座公园和30多处街头游园，建成区绿化覆盖面积3666公顷，覆盖率36.1%，人均公共绿地面积7.48平方米，常抓不懈的城市绿化和环境保护使南宁城市大气质量常年在国家一至二级标准，位于全国省会城市前列。

 

 

 

南宁，12月20号哦

 

等我~~~~~~~~~

My yr 10 has finished from all those precious memories......which also means - ITS NOT THE TIME 2 PLAY AROUND ANYMORE BUT 2 STRUGGLE EVEN HARDER 4 THE HSC!!!

 

I had finally realised how suck my school is ...  hope its not too late to hav my own chance to choose another school. (of course i hav to change right? my school is onli yr 7-10  = =)

i couldnt belive how terrible Oatley is! so is Kingsgrove.

my life seems to enter into a melodramatic loop.....no, there's more than that

 

NSGH sent me a email 2day, and says they wanna see my last 2 years report

well.....thats so interesting

i supposed to feel exciting, right? coz its the school i ve been always dreamt for, but guess what, i was terrified (oops, abit too exaggerated)

that letter i faxed to NSGH was full of s**t  

and my report from the last 2 years either   -  c's everywhere

 

hope my sc result is much better than that coz i was working soooooo hard for it (but still so regretful about the questions i did not hav any time to attempt)

i will pray....*crossing fingers*