• 早上跳完慢三

    下微雨

    飞速骑车 重摔一跤 摔到后面的人哇哇声声

    双手掌 膝盖 侧脸 先后着地 (至少翻了一个跟斗)

    破皮五处 但万幸感觉摔得最重的脸竟然没有毁容。。。

    左手掌包了纱布 但是还是要画CAD图(竟然押韵)

     

     

    btw 推荐新歌 陈奕迅 玛利奥派对

    一首可以跳恰恰的歌哇。

  • 古巨基 《MOMENTS》

    总体而言还不错 毕竟花了一年

    但是显然远远不及去年的《我生》了。可能那张实在是太好了。一直是我的最爱最爱。

    此专辑中,你生、蛮不讲理、为何、赏心乐事 这几首比较好。

    才知道他已经过了三十五岁的生日了。真的真的,很快就会过去了。

     

    张敬轩 《酷爱》

    主打《酷爱》是很好很好了,出单曲的时候就听过,应该也有大卖吧。总之很好的一首歌了。

    专辑最后一首《放榜》也超赞的。算是轻快的快歌吧,很适合考生的一首歌,又励志又好听。特别是最后那句“现实是我输了就输了”、“日后在那高处会心笑”。让被GRE和IBt虐过的我听了十分共鸣啊。这首前面和结尾的英文rap也不错,不知道是谁的但肯定不是张敬轩自己rap的。哈哈

    其他歌就都还一般了。


    张继聪《Kidult》

    知道这个歌手是因为他的那首《k型》,很不错的很适合在路上在车上听的歌。他貌似很喜欢创作,今年4月的新专辑《Kidult》大部分的歌都是作词作曲编曲监制都是他一个人搞定。服了。

    同时,他也是个最为本土化的歌手,不只只唱广东歌,连歌词都尽量本土化。看看新专辑的几个歌名就知道了:《爱你你咪理》(爱你你不理)、《宁愿晏D训》(宁愿晚点睡)、《大细路》(大小孩,就是Kidult吧)。歌词也一般都是这样:

    你咪笑我 這個歲數 也愛吃奶凍
    我有我素 咪當冇腦 道行別有一套
    哪怕我髮線永遠倒流
    肚腩漲爆咪當我流 仍然
    喜愛選購 漆皮風褸~~

    不过这个专辑的歌都还不错啦。比较推荐《四小强》、《宁愿晏D训》。后者的第一句那尾音真的是太温柔啦。。。。。。。


    关楚耀 《同名专辑》

    然后也说说没有出新专辑的关楚耀。他于去年出过同名专辑,反响也比较好吧。歌也不错,就是不知道为什么后来就没出了。。。

    同名专辑中比较不错的歌包括:

    飘忽小姐 倒数 十年树木 大喊包

    飘忽小姐 是我听得最早的他的歌,觉得很不错,很喜欢那种气氛。觉得广东歌很多都是这样的气氛,轻松,自在,悠闲,有品,最多就加少许的激情和颓废。就是广东香港 粤语文化圈的感觉。

     

    侧田 《no protection》

    侧田同学今年貌似也没有新专辑?05年出了第一张,06年再出一张。知道他是因为一次k歌一个广州的同学非常完美地唱了他的《命硬》,真是一首非常适合展示k歌水平的歌啊。

    《no protection》的歌都还不错,都值得一听。其中我比较推荐《Volar》,快歌,关于DJ的歌,英文rap充分说明其英语水平。其他就是首首神情款款的慢歌了,其中 走音,美丽之景 比较不错。最后还有两首曲/词/编/监都是他的英文歌。

    至于《justin》那张,好人 命硬 superstar 我有今日 都不错。还有一些经典英文歌如 loving you 的翻唱。

    再加一个 梁汉文《梁汉文集》

    注定

    行到瘦

    也超赞的。。。

  • 颁奖礼 - [Enjoy My Life]

    2007-09-26

    这个暑假,潮汕地区在揭阳颁发了第十八届潮汕星河奖。潮汕星河奖基金会是91年设立的颁给在各方面有所成绩的7至20岁的潮汕佳子弟。一共有品德、学业、科技、文学艺术、体育等5个奖项。学业奖通常是高考在潮汕地区排名靠前和学科竞赛的获得者,体育则是国家和世界赛事的奖牌获得者。这个基金会从成立之初就不断获得潮商的捐款,在01年总额就达到三亿元。去年国美集团,内地首富的潮阳人黄光裕就捐了500万。

    今年颁奖地点在揭阳揭东的一个还算大型的企业,但是整个的招待和服务非常差劲和恶劣。实在是非常亏待来自潮汕各地的“星星”们。记得当年14届颁奖的时候,刚好汕头的星河馆落成,就在它的顶楼颁的奖,我还记得在顶楼眺望汕头的夜景,非常美。

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    颁奖礼前的星星们。。。。。这个奖每人都会发一个奖牌。。。好像运动会。。。汗



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    颁奖进行中

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    文艺汇演,前面的两个小星星似乎有点坐不住。这样的文艺汇演算是可以代表潮汕地区的最高文艺水平,大部分节目都是传统乐器、潮剧等,最后亚洲是纽约爱乐乐团一个小提琴演奏家,真是Bravo了。

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    颁奖后的星星们

     

    然后就是俺的颁奖礼了。。。。。。-___-!!!

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    太阳能建筑竞赛颁奖礼

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    颁奖礼之后。。在北京国际会议中心。就在鸟巢的旁边。

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    居然给印出来了。。。而且好像还要全国巡展。。。发指

  • from New York Times

    Bilbao, 10 Years Later 


    The Guggenheim Bilbao along the banks of the Nervión River. The river was once polluted by industrial waste.


     
    By DENNY LEE
    Published: September 23, 2007

     


    A LIGHT patter bounced off the titanium fish scales of the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao as a tour bus pulled up beside “Puppy,” Jeff Koons's 43-foot-tall topiary terrier made of freshly potted pansies. A stream of tourists fanned out across the crisp limestone plaza, tripping over each other as they rushed to capture the moment on camera. After the frisson of excitement dimmed, they made their way down a gently sloping stairway and into the belly of the museum, paying 10.50 euros to see the work of an artist that most had never heard of.

     

    It was a ritual that repeated itself several times an hour, like a well-run multiplex. And if Anselm Kiefer, the controversial post-war German artist, was eclipsed by the metallic blob that held a retrospective of his work, consider how Bilbao, a rusty port city on the northern coast of Spain, stacked up to the very museum that put it on the cultural map.

     

    “We don't know anything about Bilbao besides the Guggenheim,” said Luigi Fattore, 28, a financial analyst from Paris, who was taking pictures of his girlfriend under the puppy. As if to underscore the point, they showed up at the museum's doorstep with their suitcase in tow. “We've arrived half an hour ago,” he said, “and went straight to the Guggenheim. Aside from the museum, we don't have any plans.”

     

    Such is the staying power of Frank O. Gehry's architectural showstopper, 10 years after it crash-landed on the public psyche like a new Hollywood starlet. The iridescent structure wasn't just a new building; it was a cultural extravaganza.

     

    No less an authority than Philip Johnson deemed it “the greatest building of our time.” The swooping form began showing up everywhere, from car ads to MTV rap videos, like architectural bling. And in certain artistic and architectural social circles, a pilgrimage to Bilbao became de rigueur, with the question “Have you been to Bilbao?” a kind of cocktail party game that marked someone either as a culture vulture or a clueless rube.

     

    “No one had heard of Bilbao or knew where it was,” said Terence Riley, director of the Miami Art Museum and a former architecture and design curator at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. “Nobody knew how to spell it.”

     

    The Guggenheim changed that overnight. Microsoft Word, Mr. Riley noted, added “Bilbao” to its spell checker. And as word of the Guggenheim spread, tourists of all stripes began converging onto the small industrial city — the Pittsburgh of Spain — just to check it off their list.

     

    “I've been down there four times,” Mr. Riley added proudly. “That's probably more than most.”

     

    Even for those who couldn't spell “Bilbao,” let alone pronounce it (bill-BAH-o), the city became synonymous with the ensuing worldwide rush by urbanists to erect trophy buildings, in the hopes of turning second-tier cities into tourist magnets. The so-called Bilbao Effect was studied in universities throughout the world as a textbook example of how to repackage cities with “wow-factor” architecture. And as cities from Denver to Dubai followed in Bilbao's footsteps, Mr. Gehry and his fellow starchitects were elevated to the role of urban messiahs.

     

    But what has the Bilbao Effect meant for Bilbao?

     

    I first visited Bilbao in 1999, a lone, wide-eyed tourist who had read about the “Miracle in Bilbao” on the cover of The New York Times Magazine, in which the paper's architecture critic, Herbert Muschamp, likened the “voluptuous” museum to “the reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe.” And on that cold and dark March afternoon, when the lush green folds of the region's coastal mountains were shrouded behind a gray veil, the Guggenheim indeed glinted like a blonde metallic bombshell.

     

    After loading my 35-millimeter camera, I took pictures of the museum's sinuous curves, surreptitiously ran my fingers across the titanium shingles and marveled at the galleries' lack of right angles. Oh, there was art, too: Jenny Holzer's soaring L.E.D. columns, a collection of sketches from Albrecht Dürer to Robert Rauschenberg and — caged behind a chain-link fence in a parking lot — one of Richard Serra's “Torqued Ellipses” for a future exhibition.

     

    But the thing that struck me most, more than the dazzling architecture or cool art, was the horrible smell. Here was this magnificent museum, the most celebrated piece of architecture in a generation, and yet the river beside it was as brown as sludge and as putrid as a sewer — a world-class museum swimming in third-world biohazard.

     

    The Guggenheim, I later learned, was built on a former shipyard, and the Nervión River, which snakes through Bilbao to the Bay of Biscay, was the nexus of Spain's Industrial Revolution. Blessed with iron-rich mountains, railroads and an excellent port, Bilbao blossomed in the late 19th century with metalworks and shipbuilding. But a century of belching factories turned the mighty Nervión into a toxic cesspool, earning the city the unflattering nickname “El Botxo,” the Basque word for hole.

     

    But the iron mines eventually gave out; shipbuilding moved to Asia. And when the Guggenheim opened its doors in October 1997, what remained was a Dickensian waterfront of rusting cargo rigs and hollow warehouses. Farther up the river, grease-coated factories croaked along its lifeless banks, like a cemetery for the Industrial Age.

     

    The rest of the city hadn't fared much better. The boulevards radiating from the Guggenheim may have evoked grandeur with their neo-Baroque facades and monumentality, but they were caked in soot and sadly devoid of street life. Sure, there were other signs of design — the caterpillar-like entrances by Norman Foster for a new metro system, a sweeping footbridge by Santiago Calatrava — but they only made the city seem dingier, like a polished fork in a tray of dirty silverware.

     

    But if Bilbao wasn't exactly ready for its tourist spotlight, the gray industrial air gave the city a raw authenticity and gritty undercurrent that was charmingly provincial. In the Casco Viejo quarter, on the other side of the river, the urine-soaked cobblestones and graffiti-covered walls (mostly in support of the Basque separatist group E.T.A.) may have needed a good scrub. But it felt like a real neighborhood, warts and all, that was proudly oblivious, bordering on rude, to tourists.

     

    In the morning, stumpy grandmothers waited in line for fresh bread and Bayonne ham at antiquated shops. By noon, old men sat in dingy pintxos bars drinking txakoli, a semi-sparkling white wine. And when the weekend rolled around, the dark alleyways vibrated with roving bands of Basque youths stumbling between pubs and drinking kalimotxos, a local concoction made from cheap wine and cola. The futuristic Guggenheim seemed to be in another city, far removed from the grubby fish markets and well-tended flower boxes that gave old Bilbao its character.

     

    That cultural schism, however, began to dissolve. In its first year, the Guggenheim was clocking about 100,000 visitors a month. And rather than drop off precipitously like a summer blockbuster, attendance rates have leveled off to “a cruising speed of around one million visitors a year,” said Juan Ignacio Vidarte, the Guggenheim's director, adding that the vast majority were from outside the Basque region, and more than half from other countries. By the end of 2006, some nine million visitors had paid homage to Gehry's miracle.


    THE impact on this city of 354,000 was dramatic. Charmless business hotels and musty pensions were supplanted by trendy hotels like the Domine Bilbao and a Sheraton designed by the Mexican architect Ricardo Legorreta. The rusty shipyards near the Guggenheim were razed for a manicured greenbelt of playgrounds, bicycle paths and riverside cafes. A lime-green tram was strung along the river, linking the Guggenheim to Casco Viejo and beyond.

     

    And all across the city, a who's who of architects added their marquee names to Bilbao's work-in-progress skyline: Álvaro Siza (university building), Cesar Pelli (40-story office tower), Santiago Calatrava (airport terminal), Zaha Hadid (master plan), Philippe Starck (wine warehouse conversion), Robert A. M. Stern (shopping mall) and Rafael Moneo (library), to name just a few. It's as if Bilbao went on a shopping spree, commissioning a trophy case of starchitects and Pritzker Architecture Prize winners.

     

    A tangle of construction cranes today rises over the city's terra-cotta rooftops, but the changes are already apparent at the street level. Bilbao, a muscular town of steelworkers and engineers, is slowly becoming a more effete city of hotel clerks and art collectors.

     

    The city's main artery, Gran Vía de Don Diego López de Haro, is no longer a soot-stained canyon of bank offices. In the tradition of the Champs-Élysées, the sidewalks were widened, curbside parking removed and stone buildings scrubbed. On a warm Friday last May, shoppers streamed out of countless Zara boutiques. Men in natty business suits sat on benches, smoking cigarettes and reading El País. In front of the opulent Hotel Carlton, a handsome couple was being married.

     

    The beautification was echoed throughout the city. Traffic circles like Plazas Campuzano and Indauxtu had been transformed into piazza-like parks, with sculptural lampposts, ergonomic benches and ultramodern landscaping. In place of polluting cars, laughing children now use them as impromptu soccer fields.

     

    Casco Viejo was almost unrecognizable. The graffiti had been erased. The stone facades sandblasted. And old butchers shared the sidewalk with H & M and Billabong.

     

    At lunchtime, crowds converged on upscale pintxos bars like Sasibil, grazing on octopus and Iberian ham sandwiches, which were exhibited like jewelry under polished glass cases and halogen lights. After sundown, well-dressed couples strolled through the warren of alleyways and tunnels, now brightly illuminated by cheery shop windows and klieg-like streetlamps.

     

    But the most striking metamorphosis wasn't cosmetic: the Nervión River no longer stank. With the sludge-spewing factories gone and sewage treatment plants installed, the river began to heal itself. It may not be as blue as the Danube (the color today is more like a rusty green), but within an hour of my arrival, I spotted a lone sculler in a red jersey, gliding by a pair of cormorants.

     

    The cleaner water, however, hasn't necessarily brought more tourists upriver. Despite a host of tourist information centers, including a glass shed outside the Guggenheim staffed with professional guides and a rainbow of color brochures, Bilbao remains very much a one-attraction town.

     

    On a cloudless Sunday morning, the Museo de Bellas Artes — with important works by El Greco, Francis Bacon and Eduardo Chillida — was nearly empty, despite a 2001 expansion and being just a quick stroll from the Guggenheim. Maybe that's why the museum closes at 2 p.m. on Sundays. (At least it was open. The city — restaurants, grocery stores, cafes — shuts down on Sundays; everything, that is, except the Guggenheim.)

     

    The Maritime Museum, which traces the city's port and sailing history, was completely deserted, save for the bored-looking woman at the ticket counter. Even the Moyúa neighborhood next to the Guggenheim, which should have benefited from the Bilbao Effect most acutely, is far from tourist ready. There's one postcard store across the street and a couple of hip restaurants nearby, but this residential district is otherwise filled with featureless stucco apartments, five-and-dimes and plain bodegas. A clutch of art galleries have sprung up along Calle Juan Ajuriaguerra, but its proximity to the Guggenheim is merely coincidental.

     

    “There's no art market in Bilboa,” said Javier Gimeno Martiñez-Sapiña, who owns the year-old photogallery20. “I don't think the Guggenheim has helped. It's still very hard for local artists to sell art here. They have to go to Madrid or Barcelona.”

     

    No wonder many guidebooks still devote as many pages to the Guggenheim — reprinting floor plans, offering tips and expounding on the museum's design — as they do the rest of Bilbao. On paper at least, Bilbao seems to have it all: world-class museum, fine Basque cuisine, a rollicking night life and lots of shopping. But like the new bike paths that were rarely used during my visit, the city lacks the critical mass of attractions to take it from a provincial post-industrial town, to a global cosmopolitan city. And in the meantime, it is losing the shabby edge that gave the city its earlier appeal.

     

    The concentration of first-rate architecture is astounding, even without Gehry's titanium masterpiece. But architecture alone does not a city make. Bilbao is all dressed-up, but hasn't figured where to go.

     

    “Our local culture still hasn't integrated with the Guggenheim,” said Alfonso Martínez Cearra, the general manager of Bilbao Metropoli-30, a public-private partnership that is guiding the city's revitalization. “This is still an industrial city.”

     

    The disconnect between Bilbao the brand, and Bilbao the city was on display one Saturday night, when the narrow streets of Casco Viejo were once again packed with young bar-hoppers. The smell of marijuana wafted from a crowd outside a bar on Calle de Somera. In the group was Ikel, a 22-year-old studying to be an engineer, like his father.

     

    “I've never been to the Guggenheim,” Ikel said between puffs, as mechanical street cleaners starting scrubbing beer and urine from the cobblestones. “It's for tourists.”

     

    VISITOR INFORMATION

    GETTING THERE

    Flights from New York to Bilbao, with stopovers in either Paris or Madrid, start at about $700 for travel next month on a number of airlines, including Iberia. From Bilbao airport, a taxi to the city center is about 25 euros ($35 at $1.40 to the euro).

    Most attractions can be reached by foot, though the futuristic metro system is an attraction in itself. A BilbaoCard, for unlimited metro and tram rides, plus museum discounts, starts at 6 euros for a day and can be purchased on the city's tourism Web site (www.bilbao.net/bilbaoturismo).

    WHERE TO STAY

    Iturrienea Ostatua (Santa Maria Kalea 14; 34-944-16-15-00; www.iturrieneaostatua.com) offers Old World charms and exposed oak beams in the heart of Casco Viejo, with rates staring at 60 euros. Ask for a room with a balcony overlooking the cobblestone street.

    Gran Hotel Domine Bilbao (Alameda de Mazarredo 61; 34-94-425-33-00; www.granhoteldominebilbao.com) is across the street from the Guggenheim and has 145 modern rooms starting at 140 euros a night. The rooftop terrace offers great views of the museum and surrounding hills.

    Hesperia Bilbao (Campo Volantín 28; 34-94-405-11-00; www.hesperia-bilbao.es) is a trendy newcomer, next to Santiago Calatrava's footbridge over the Nervión River, and has 151 boutique-style rooms starting about 90 euros.

    MUSEUMS

    Guggenheim Bilbao (Abandoibarra 2, 34-94-435-90-80; www.guggenheim-bilbao.es). Open 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. every day except Monday. Admission is 10.50 euros.

    Museo de Bellas Artes (Museo Plaza 2, 34-94-439-60-60 www.museobilbao.com). Open Tuesdays through Saturdays, from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m, Sundays from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Closed Mondays. Admission 5.50 euros.

  • 昨天考完托福,从早上8点考到11点17分,也不算太久嘛。第一个进考场,第一个出来。

     

    觉得发挥出最好水平了,特别是口语,一路上心情舒畅着。

     

    路过西直门,看见13号线和2号线的连接通道建起来了,总算建起来了。

     

    在西环广场新开的商场一层逛了一圈,全是珠宝。逛到一家bread talk,买了一个芒果慕斯奖赏自己。

     

    最近blog因为Royaia的到访而点击量大增,多谢他/她的观赏拉。但是他/她不告我是谁,装神秘,现在决定予以通缉。

     

    从R的无数评论中,可以总结出其以下一些特点:

     

    揭东一中校友,同届,高三和oliver同班。而且知道oliver这个英文名。

    喜欢收集卡片,已经收集几百张卡片。

    使用粤语留言,可见在珠三角特别是广州上学。

    看过《中日居住文化:中日传统城市住宅的比较》(曹炜),可以推断是建筑相关院系学生。

     

    根据以上一些特点,希望大家提供线索,多多举报,有重赏。

    谢谢。

  • XP在日志里写说,每天背着包包回家,一个人拖地,躺在地板上点起烟,感受属于他自己的生活。

         好久好久没有见到他了。我最怕烟味了。

         那天(2007.8.10)在金园派出所做完无意义的笔录,回到李嘉诚医院,坐在医院的走廊竟然就那样开始哭起来。一开始只是红眼圈,然后流泪,然后更大的情绪袭来,开始抽泣,一边擦纸巾一边抽泣,越来越不能抑制,最后几乎要痛哭出来。

         坐我对面有两个女的在说话,坐在我旁边的还有一个人,我注意到她们时不时地看我,我想她们也许在想,他遇到了什么打击,他是不是失去了谁,还是被诊断得了什么绝症。诸如此类。就在我哭的时候我想到了这些,但我还是继续哭。

         我还是终于抑制住了没有痛哭。因为爸走过来了,他一开始没有注意,后来发现了,骂了我,又安慰我,又骂我。后来我就好了,能够从新走回到病房。

         后来我想也许是被抢的一千块是我辛苦做实习生得来的工资吧;或者是那几天在医院承受了太多吧;或者是医院里那种气氛使然吧;又或者仅仅因为是我太久太久没哭了。总之我记得哭得很畅快,很畅快。

         妈妈要做手术的前一天中午我从深圳上车,5个小时到揭阳,然后从揭阳打车到炮台,匆匆把沉重的各种行李丢在家里,又匆匆地洗了个澡,我甚至都不记得有没有进过自己的房间,就又匆匆地打车到汕头长平路。到的时候已经是晚上11点了,妈妈穿着病服坐在病床上,看起来气色不错,只是有点紧张。爸爸锐弟都在,细弟在补习。我拿笔记本给她看了一些在香港深圳三亚拍的照片,然后就回医院附近的朋友家睡觉了。

         在长途车上就受到朋友发的短信,说汕头风大雨大,要小心安全。到汕头的时候,台风刚刚登陆过,风不是太大,但雨一直下,还有那种台风的味道。后来这个台风过后不久,又形成了一个小台风,这两个台风之后晴了两三天,“圣帕”就来了。虽然后来终于没有在汕登陆,但还是带来很多雨水。这不禁让我想起奶奶经常跟我讲得妈妈年轻时一次生病住院遇到发洪水而需要紧急转移的惊险故事。后来开玩笑跟妈妈说你怎么每次都碰上了。上次是洪水,这次大台风。她也只是无奈地笑。

         第二天早上,她先坐着轮椅被推着去插胃管。插完之后,我看见她躺在那张床上,双手颤抖着,好像全身也在颤抖,眼睛睁大,我吓死了,接连问了几句“怎么会这样”,又问她“怎么了”,她后来艰难地说了一句“想呕”。我又去找护士,说是插胃管就会这样,正常的。后来妈妈说这是最难受的部分之一。

         插胃管的时候细婶在了,奕芬姐也来了。插完回到病房,等到时间到了,就推手术室了。推过去手术室的时候,二伯父,四伯父,细叔,粗兄,绵兄,锐鑫兄都来了。

         然后就是漫长的等待。但推进去不久之后有一次医生开门出来叫了一声,我爸紧张地应声过去,后来发现不是叫他,回来的时候口里念叨“不是叫我,不出来叫就是好的,叫了就是有问题”。然后等了三个小时。足足三个小时。期间我和细婶、奕芬姐说了话,又和锐弟、锐鑫兄说了关于中学生活的话,他们两个是中学校友。爸、二伯、四伯和细叔、粗兄等没说什么话,几个人在楼梯上坐下来。吸烟。

         后来手术快结束的时候,一个主治医生拿了两盘手术的“成果”给我们看,同时报告手术顺利做完了。我和爸爸、锐弟都看了,我看到那些取出来的东西,跟我想象的完全不一样,差一点晕倒。但是手术结束了,就安心了。

         妈妈推出来后回到病房,吸氧,心电图监控。妈妈说刚出来那是最难受的部分。我在她一侧一直盯着那个心电图仪器,一开始非常的不稳定,而她的手一直抖,牙根咬紧,我也知道她非常难受。特别是那个心电图曲线一阵异常,她的手就抖的厉害,一阵一阵的。后来医生说这是麻醉药的作用,也是正常的。但是看了非常难受,我只好一边抚摸她的手,一边死盯着那个仪器的三根不同颜色的曲线。

         后来,她终于渐渐地睡觉了。心电图也渐渐地稳定了。我也渐渐地心安了。

         后来就是十几天的恢复期了。她恢复得很顺利,我手术前就故作轻松跟她说你生命力这么强,没问题的。但是事实上我想她生命力真的是很强的。恢复期我和其他亲人轮流在医院,我还用在病房的闲暇时间看了锐弟买的巴金的《家》。

         后来和她说手术的事情,她说一开始做的时候还是醒的。我问她有没有感觉到手术刀的厉害,她说有感觉但是不疼。又说她手术做着做着就睡了。我们都笑了。后来做完的时候她已经醒了,但是医生以为她还没醒,就用手术刀还是什么器具敲她的头,说做完了。她还说刚打麻醉药的时候也很难受,特别是降血压的时候,好像要断气了一样。我就说降血压是为了在手术过程中减少失血啊所以一定要降的。不可能体会到她要断气的那种感觉,也没有去想,就说得轻松了。

         快出院的时候,细弟过来了几天,因为他补习刚好结束了。有一次我不在是他推妈妈的轮椅去照T管造影,我回来的时候妈妈已经照完躺在病床上了。我看见她突然笑起来,笑得很厉害,一边笑一边断续地说他一直在吓我,说他一会骗我说要输血,一会又骗我要打针,他就知道我紧张还要吓我……她笑了很久,我也笑了。

         她现在已经出院回家休养了。我想她已经完全好了吧。我又想她是不是有一种获得新生的感觉呢。

         谢谢奕芬姐每晚在医院熬夜,细婶的陪护,还有岚和芸在家照顾。大家都非常非常辛苦吧,我想。

         我又想,这一切的一切,无论泪水还是玩笑,无论沉默还是谈天,无论远望还是抚摸,这都是,爱吧。


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    从医院病房看出去 汕头夜晚十二点的天空是红色的。


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    李嘉诚医院的后院

  • Damage Control - [Enjoy My Life]

    2007-08-28

    回学校三天了,这三天一直在做着Damage Control,每天东奔西跑,累得要死。那些汕头长平路的贼真是把我害惨了。我在心理无数遍地诅咒他们下十八层地狱,永世不得超生。

    先是补办学校的各种卡,学校的卡又多,一张ic就要三十,真是抢钱。

    身份证要到中关村派出所,一个极其隐蔽的派出所,40元,竟然还要一个月后来领,我的天。

    然后银行卡,北京银行挂失可以用港澳通行证,没想到了招行就不行了,我在那苦苦哀求说他们北京银行就可以啊,而且我还有学生证,还有补办身份证的证明,为什么就不可以呢,我等不了一个月啊。。。。。她冷冷地说,不行,这港澳通行证上面没有身份证号,这样会有漏洞,有风险,所以不能办。

    于是乎又得到中关村科技园那边办证大厅办临时身份证。什么办证大厅?天哪,还是打车吧。到了之后发现是叫中关村社区服务中心的,在西钓鱼台那一站,里面全是办事办证窗口,几乎覆盖了北京所有的部门。临时身份证10块钱,半个小时可取。黑白的,好像死人证。

    挂失招行卡之后,本以为告一段落了,没想到今早又发现托福考试一类证件上写着“正式居民身份证”,心冷了半截,打电话去问,果然临时身份证是不行的。她说,这样你没有办法来参加考试,或者你去办个加急的护照。

    于是下午又到户籍科借户口卡到那个出入境管理局的大厅,办护照。倒挺简单,领因私出国申请表,填好后拍照30元,然后复印身份证和户口卡,然后办理快递。7天后寄到。护照工本费200,快递费21。

    然后一周后我才可以领到我新的银行卡信用卡,还有护照,一个月后才可以领到身份证。

    希望这是我第一次钱包被盗,也是最后一次。

    最后再次诅咒他们下地狱。永世不得超生。

  • 秀一下最近买的一些还比较得意的东东啦!!!都很好看哦!

     

    米奇钥匙圈!

    地点 香港迪斯尼

    时间 070715

    售价 65 HK $

    觉得是迪斯尼里所有东西中最好看的一个纪念品了

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    LG K70! Let's SHINE!!

    地点 深圳华强北

    时间 070707

    售价 深圳行货 3650 RMB     深圳水货 2450 RMB      香港行货(百老汇) 2700 HK $

    一个多月前在深圳华强北 号称全国水货手机的集散地买的LG K70 真的越用越爱这款手机 主要是外表太shine了! 功能键也很特殊 mp3音质也还不错
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    伏龙的衫!!!

    地点 深圳东门

    时间 070708

    售价 169 RMB

    那天去东门买的 第一眼看到就想买的一件衫 牌子是很少见的伏龙  风格很日系

    据说伏龙在东门就有四家店 但是至今北京广州都没有这个牌子的店 卖的基本上是非常前卫的衫 基本很多前卫到本人不能穿 但是每件衣服都很有设计很好看那种 价格并不算太贵 但是不打折

    后来还去了万象城 遇到ESPRIT打折 于是又狂买了三件。。。大出血

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    刚从三亚回来 又带了很多东西回来。。。哇哈哈 以后再写啦