今天看了the name of the rose, 虽然那些基督传统呀的知识和不知道多少种乱七八糟的语言（有一个驼背同时说好几们语言，听懂了英语以外的s'il vous plait 同nous avon，恩，听力不是完全没进步哦……又扯远了）让我看起来很郁闷，中心思想终于还是大概理解了~~ 有人(就是那个谋杀者）认为，笑和愉快被认为是罪恶的象征，于是所有笑过的人都没有活到最后；只有痛苦才有信仰，它是应该被赞扬的~~Pleasure绝对是异端又异端的。

     呵呵，我可不这么认为，我好中意pleasure的。虽然我自己承认痛苦的经历比愉快的经历更有教育意义，更能让人认识到自己和世界，但大多数人如果可以选择的话，大概不会不是人间烟火的选择去suffer吧？即使我不是一个hedonist (必须承认有时是，只是偶尔有时阿），但还是会看到烧味饭的时候瞬间忘掉健康饮食，会在借电影的时候看到the devil wears Prada就手舞足蹈，完全忘掉本来是想要city of god的，也会在有friends 看的时候放下six feet under (大家都更愿意看笑料不用脑子不是很高雅但绝对有帅哥靓女而且够搞笑的friends,而不是去看研究殡仪厂是怎么工作的six feet under吧？）。这样看来pleasure真得很让人流于表面，但还是魅力无穷哦~~要知道我在说道烧味饭的时候用了多大的毅力才把自己从冰箱前拽了回来……………………

     其实觉得有些东西只要远远的欣赏就好，世俗的我们总是在羡慕别人，其实别人的生活都有我们不能预知或者理解的不如意~比如D&G的高腰帝国礼服，穿在Snejana身上真的高贵的够可以，如果换了我们呢？效果不想都知道是毁灭性的。（不知道为什么，在我脑海中浮现的第一个画面就是有人穿着这个缀满不知什么东西还有一个羽毛披肩到洗衣房洗衣服，然后被一群人惊奇的眼光杀死，我觉得这种衣服连high table都去不了）但我们所不能了解的是Snejana本身：有一段时间我真以为她在吸毒，因为太瘦又苍白的太不健康。她需要做什么维持排骨身材？她每天的工作是不是不停的换衣服，摆姿势呢？衣服本来应该是人的附属品，它存在的目的就是服务人类，他是以一个方法，一种途径存在，而不是终极的目标，脱离人类它是无意义的（这是康德说的，不是我），而现在却反过来，模特成为衣服的附属品，难道不是很悲哀呢？

     但还是不可救药的喜欢那些模特，喜欢背景中gemma那幅满不在乎的娃娃脸，喜欢Lily身上的薄纱+羽毛（虽然乍一看像辣椒串）。人想要免俗，还真的是太难的，恩，承认自己的庸俗未尝不是一件好事，可以活的光明正大，不用小心翼翼维护清高的贞节牌坊。

    下面要变风格啦~~不要惊断脑袋，没医药费的………………

   Mon premier journal de français:une lettre

 

   Mon chér (Qui est-ce? Je ne sais pas!!)

Commen vas-tu? Qu'est que tu fais dans la vie, maintenant? Je suis a HK pour aller l'école mais ma famille habite au nord de Chine. J'adore cette ville et elle très moderne. Elle est une destination de tourisme aussi.  Notre univèrsité, c'est jolie et les immeubles dans notre fac sont tout rouge. Ma chambre n'est pas loin de la mer. J'y vais à pied parfois. Oh, C'est trop tard!!!Je peux dormir. Bonne nuit.

  A bientot

 

                                                                   

 

 

                                                                                                                   This is a great way                                                                                                                       to stimulate  my self to                                                                                                                         learn  french. Wish I will                                                                                                                       be reviewing more frequently.

                                                                                                                    Bon Courage!!

  Dreams

Now here we go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who I am to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
What you had
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXu1_c7rdCE&mode=related&search=

           All the love in the world

I'm not looking for someone to talk to.

I've got my friends I'm more than OK.

I've got more than a girl could wish for.

I live my dreams but it's not all the same.

 

Still I believe, I'm missing something new.

I need someone who really sees me.

Don't wanna wake up alone anymore,

still believingyou'll walk through my door.

All I need is to know it's for sure,

 then I will give, all the love in the world.

 

I've often wondered, if love's an illusion,

just to get you through, the lonliest days.

I can't critisize it I've had no hesitation.

My imagination  just stole me away.

 

Still I believe, I'm missing something new.

I need someone who really sees me.

Don't wanna wake up alone anymore,

still believing you will walk through my door.

All I need is to know it's for sure,

then I will give, all the love in the world

 

Love's for a lifetime, not for a moment,

so how could I through it away.

I'm only human, and nights grow colder,

with no one to love me that way.

I need someone who really sees me.

 

And I won't wake up alone anymore,

still believing you'll walk through my door.

You reach for me and I'll know it's for sure.

And I 'll give, all the love in the world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J5Rj_syvxM&mode=related&search=

 

 

 

 

 

要拿一百分啊

    My second one in English, hope you enjoy, or bear it.

    When a new year starts, we usually have a look back of the year that has just passed. What have we done? What has been gained and lost. Was there any improvements in our lives. (I notice that many friends have done this in their spaces which urges me to write this) Well, I must say that in 2006, the last year of my so-called childhood, there were so many intended or unexpected things that have influenced my life. First of all the college entrance exams...despite all the sufferings in the first half of 2006, I finally survived, all the distrust, insecurities, uncertainties and unfairness, which is already an enormous success for me. The most unexpected thing (can even be one in my whole life)  may be attending a university in Hong Kong...until early July I thought I would study biology but now I am a business student. Well, c'est la vie, c'est ca? No one knows what's gonna happen even in the next moment.

    Another question is "what have  I lost?" With no doubt, my naivety, which is essantial but tragic. When I turned 17 in the January of 2006, I was surely a child, still. When I am to turn 18 now, I have become another completely different person, yes, an a~d~u~l~t. Inevitably I changed my view of self, people, environment and the world in all due to the big exam, Hong Kong, my friends, old and new, family members and all the changes I obviously feel in these people.....these are the impetus of  my changing. I just feel lucky that I finished the transitional work from a child to an adult smoothly, if not spectacularly. But I still envy those who believe in something like miracles, have utopian dreams and do not care about mundane matters, I envy their simplicity, I envy their purity. I konw more earthly responsibilities lie ahead, somehow I will try my best.

    I often think of the alternatives in my past using the phrase "what if......"(when in good mood), or "if only......."(when in depression). The other night I was thinking about what if I had been an art student instead  of a science one in secondary school, what if I went to the university in Nanjiing and studied biology, what if I made different friends in high school........alone by the sea,without my cellphone and watch. The imagination was unlimited and the feeling was fantastic. Then I lost the track of time and went back at 12:30 in midnight. The consequense is that I got a good hit right in the middle of  my face which brought me back in reality. Well I suppose I need to be more realistic to be an adult but I really do not want to kill those attractive thoughts that I used to have the oppurtunity to have a life that is diiferent from the one I'm living now.

    When the first moment of 2007 comes, it means the last 10 days of my childhood. After that I am a grown-up. The long and winding road of my growing process now comes to an end. Well, congratulations to myself, and good luck in advance. By the way, on the first day of 2007, I watched a film of Almodóvar, also my first time on his film~just great, good start, at least in movie watching.(I thought he was one of those profound European masters like Kieslowski whose works are difficult to understand and deserve several times of watching, but on the contrary, the story is rich and creative really. I like the style.)

    Happy new year to all~~~~Let's have a great 2007

  

     Actually this diary has nothing about my second foreign language, I spontaneously wrote that title because it is truly my most memoriable phrase when I was having my first French classes this summer. Learning a new language is far more difficult than one can imagine, especially when you are learning another two at the same time. Well, I don't think I can ever speak good Cantonese--the chance is even slimmer than "parler bien français",as for my English.....I suppose there is still a lot to  improve, more than I know. They say Hong Kong has a bilingual system, for me it is a trilingual, evenmore.I don't know why I have so much passion in learning languages but no passion at all in Cantonese. I forget the original intention to learn French.....maybe I thought it was cool to be able to say something no one around can understand. Perhaps using a language that is unfamiliar can better hide my inner feelings-I'm sure no one is patient enough to read this except those who really care for me. I have to say: thank you.

     This week I become a daily visitor to the library.....keep borrowing and returning. Yesterday it was Notorious and today a even more profound item is obtained-The story of Adele Hugo. I have always admired the beauty of Adjani and Béart,and today I chose Adjani. Well I will leave the other one next time. I also borrowed a book called "the ordinary world"....It's a kind of irony for me to read something so "home" in a place so far from home. It reminds me of the kind of life I've never been through but growing up listening to-the life of my father's generation.I hope its destiny will not assemble the previous one- I had only read a few pages of 1984 before it became my room decoration~I remember Mark Twain's saying: Classic is something that everybody wants to have read but nobody wants to read.It's true, sometimes. I can still recall how I was keen to read Doctor Zhivago but left it halfway after 1 month's hard reading. Maybe I will return to it when my experiences is enriched, enriched enough to understand those great minds. Mais(French for "but", I just find out I'm using too many "buts"), I went quite smoothly when reading North and South-perhaps women writers' works fit me better.

    I show my ultimate independence today-maybe pay the price of last week's laziness is more like it.I went to the supermarket and bought things weighed something sorta like 30 kilos, all by myself. Well I have to say I was proud of myself when I finally managed my way back to hall, ironically. Independence is the promise I made to myself--complicated is the feeling, ached are the arms. I mean how many 17-year-old girls has to or can on her own carry 30 kilos  of daily necessitis and unnecessitis of which a large scale is pret-à-porter that is the invention for lazy people like me-you just have to put it into the microwave and that's done.  I didn't ask for help for I'm afraid of being rejected.I'm not sure about myself,actually. I try my best not to trouble others even if they may be willing to help or be in my company because they care for me.Well I true-heartedly care for them as well but I can't help it because feeling guilty when trouble others is my nature. Eventhough I've really made some good friends here and they give me the feeling of a family. I am happy as long as I'm with all of them or each alone~

   I'm creating new memories( memory is important to my life), I'm thinking about old ones, I'm rejoicing at both of them~~I'm typing with painful arms......I'm finishing today and going back to "corporate governance" again.