难怪去香港要签证，那地儿和中国几乎完全不一样咯~住一晚酒店，另一晚在中环满街逛还怪有意思的(要是在尖沙咀那边，或许还有空的旅馆睡…)。体验下语言不通。基本都在说广东话他们，英文发音很怪，在我听来。所以…和当地土人问事比和问老外还困难……

没shopping，也没怎去中国游客聚集地。几乎没听到听得懂的中文。

黑人不少，重庆大厦那的大群黑人看着就像痞子。中东面孔的人也特多，总想着碰到恐怖分子了…

想挑些照片放在zooomr，结果我挑剩下的还要再被zooomr挑一遍..ft, 有些照片就是上传不上额，zooomr那的只有一小半而已…全一些的照片加密保存在Google Photo Album了，有要看全部的直接联系吧。在这就贴上几张咯

眼馋的一大堆。iPhone是解锁后的哦！(加框的注释)
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神经… “令人愉悦的忧伤”…


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关于一个twitter的模仿者的付费广告。不过嘛，我依然坚挺twi - “阿猫”惯用的缩写:P


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It was interesting to be in the quiet old town once more, and it was not disagreeable to be here and there suddenly recognized and stared after. One or two of the tradespeople even darted out of their shops and went a little way down the street before me, that they might turn, as if they had forgotten something, and pass me face to face - on which occasions I don’t know whether they or I made the worse pretence; they of not doing it, or I of not seeing it. Still my position was a distinguished one, and I was not at all dissatisfied with it, until Fate threw me in the way of that unlimited miscreant, Trabb’s boy.

Casting my eyes along the street at a certain point of my progress, I beheld Trabb’s boy approaching, lashing himself with an empty blue bag. Deeming that a serene and unconscious contemplation of him would best beseem me, and would be most likely to quell his evil mind, I advanced with that expression of countenance, and was rather congratulating myself on my success, when suddenly the knees of Trabb’s boy smote together, his hair uprose, his cap fell off, he trembled violently in every limb, staggered out into the road, and crying to the populace, `Hold me!I’m so frightened!’ feigned to be in a paroxysm of terror and contrition, occasioned by the dignity of my appearance. As I passed him, his teeth loudly chattered in his head, and with every mark of extreme humiliation, he prostrated himself in the dust.

This was a hard thing to bear, but this was nothing. I had not advanced another two hundred yards, when, to my inexpressible terror, amazement, and indignation, I again beheld Trabb’s boy approaching. He was coming round a narrow corner. His blue bag was slung over his shoulder, honest industry beamed in his eyes, a determination to proceed to Trabb’s with cheerful briskness was indicated in his gait. With a shock he became aware of me, and was severely visited as before; but this time his motion was rotatory, and he staggered round and round me with knees more afflicted, and with uplifted hands as if beseeching for mercy. His sufferings were hailed with the greatest joy by a knot of spectators, and I felt utterly confounded.

I had not got as much further down the street as the post-office, when I again beheld Trabb’s boy shooting round by a back way. This time, he was entirely changed. He wore the blue bag in the manner of my great-coat, and was strutting along the pavement towards me on the opposite side of the street, attended by a company of delighted young friends to whom he from time to time exclaimed, with a wave of his hand, `Don’t know yah!’ Words cannot state the amount of aggravation and injury wreaked upon me by Trabb’s boy, when, passing abreast of me, he pulled up his shirt-collar, twined his side-hair, stuck an arm akimbo, and smirked extravagantly by, wriggling his elbows and body, and drawling to his attendants, `Don’t know yah, don’t know yah, pon my soul don’t know yah!’ The disgrace attendant on his immediately afterwards taking to crowing and pursuing me across the bridge with crows, as from an exceedingly dejected fowl who had known me when I was a blacksmith, culminated the disgrace with which I left the town, and was, so to speak, ejected by it into the open country.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

天书厄，完全看不懂 555~

6th anniversary of 9.11.

6 years ago was the time when I just started junior high.

……
It has been a long pause in the past years.

It might be a long pause in the following years.
……

Somebody is here, waiting…

The omnipotent telepathy!

you’re beautiful
music by James Blunt
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