幸福好心情

改个网名

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:28:25 GMT

从今天起挑个喜欢的颜色再改个网名：“幸福好心情”其中的含义不必再多说啦呵呵

我真的好想你

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 04:19:34 GMT

我不知道为什么.
竟然我有了这么一个奇怪的念头.
我现在好伤心.好伤心.
我恨我自己.我真的恨我自己.
为什么我变成这样子.
为什么在不知不觉中.
我就陷了下来.我不要.
剩下的日子.我要怎么熬下去.
我想你,忍不住的想你.
我把音乐开的很大声.
我想让音乐声包围着我.
我才没有那么寂寞.
我想在音乐声中去想你.http://www.98777.COM?
那样我会想的更彻底.
为什么.为什么.为什么要遇见你.
我真的好没用阿.到了现在.
我的脑海一片空白.我什么都想不起来了.
我想喝酒.我想喝醉.我不想哭.
为什么我眼睛总湿.
为什么它自己就掉了出来.
我想你.我想你.我想你.
我真的好想你.
我想你.真的想你.
想永远永远永远永远的跟你在一起.http://www.98777.COM?
真的想.~```...!!
如果我爱你是×，那么我不想我√。
如果因√而失去你，那我宁愿×一辈子。

[转]爱上你，恋上烟

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:33:18 GMT

窗外滴滴答答地下着雨!好象老天都在为我这个可怜的人儿哭泣!

记不清什么时候开始把自己隐藏在一个晕暗的角落，默默地抽着烟，烟雾迷漫.仿佛又看到了你那张我深爱的脸.无数次的沉迷于这梦一般的场景之中.

风，轻轻地透过窗户吹过脸颊.把迷漫的烟给吹散了.也把我从这美丽而又令我神往的幻影中吹醒过来!恨透这带些寒意的风.

风啊，你为何要把我带回这个充满着孤独和无奈的现实中?

为何要分散我和的梦?难道你不知痛苦的是多么渴望这一场梦?难道我连做梦的权力都没有?不，这一切都不是真的.

　　我的梦也永远不会灭，因为我深爱着做里的影子!她也永远不愿意离开孤独的我!

　　烟，依然飘零着!我想这一次我不会再让风轻易地把烟吹散!这一次我学会了一根接一根地抽，也学会了拥抱我的梦.更确切地说这一次我学会了握紧你的手，不再让你离开我!

　爱上你，恋上烟!每天没完没了地抽。静静地抽着烟，默默地等待着你下班归来!愿烟永远不会灭，愿你永远留在我身边！！！！

[转]独自一个人寂寞

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:32:53 GMT

不知道从什么时候起，你已经悄悄的停留在我的心里，一点甜蜜，一点惊喜，我努力装作不在乎你，只把你偷偷的埋藏在我的心底，因为，我不想告诉你，我很想你，这距离，是忧伤？是神秘？是美丽？就像鱼与飞鸟的秘密，你牵挂着我，我思念着你，但一个翱翔海底，一个却誓与天齐，纵然你心中有我，我心中有你，却又感叹这无奈遥远的距离。这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？算不算忧伤的美丽？就像两颗星的轨迹，虽然你在努力，我在努力，终有一天交汇在一起，但一个向东，一个向西，却在转瞬间即已离去，永远不可能在一起……这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？算不算忧伤的美丽？

　　我抬起头，努力在天空中寻觅，想知道哪一颗星星会是你，可是，我找不到，我低下头，才知道原来你就在我温柔的失望里。我敞开心，努力在微风中倾听，想知道哪一缕风会吹过你那里，可是，我听不到，我回到心房里，才知道原来你一直就在我眉梢和心底。我静静想，努力在心中感觉你，想知道哪一次心动会传递到你那里，可是，我感觉不到，我回到现实里，才知道原来你一直就没离去。

　　爱你，想你，到痴迷，而你却毫不在意，仿佛我从未走进你的心里；思你，念你，到流下泪滴，而你却似乎并不珍惜，仿佛我从来就没遇到过你；疼你，惜你，到梦里，而你却从未记起，仿佛你我从未在一起……这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？又算不算忧伤的美丽？都说距离很美丽，而我却痛恨这距离，因为，你我永远也不可能会在一起，纵然爱得那么在意，爱得那么珍惜；都说距离很神秘，而我却拒绝这神秘，因为，你和我永远也不可能在这神秘中美丽。

你看到了弯弯的月亮了吗？其实那就是我笑着告诉你，我很想你，你知道了吗？你听到了微微的风儿了吗？其实那就是我温柔告诉你，我很想你，你知道了吗？你感到了阵阵的心动了吗？其实那就是我甜蜜告诉你，我很想你，你知道了吗？我能看到你眼中闪烁的泪滴，其实你会知道我很想你，你相信吗？我能听到你轻微细致的呼吸，其实你能感觉我很想你，你相信吗？我能想到你眼底荡漾的涟漪，其实你能体会我很想你，你相信吗？

在这寂寞孤单的雨季，这样陌生又熟悉的你，叫我怎么再说我还会爱你，这最遥远的距离，已经把我抛在一片孤寂里，我不会再提起，也不会再重复这忧伤的美丽，我要做回我自己，用微笑回答你的不在意，你，是否会在心里感到失意？这遥远的距离，这忧伤的美丽，谁又会不在意？谁又会不珍惜？可我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。

　　我不想你笑得很甜蜜，却又感叹这无奈忧伤的美丽；我不想我们爱得这么美丽，却从来没有一丝机会在一起；我不想你流着泪滴，却又痛彻心扉地说我爱你，我不想你说着我爱你，却又转身把我一个人丢在风雨里，我不想在我还想继续这美丽，而你却已无处寻觅；所以，我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。可不可以？

　　不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我知道，这只是我一个人的秘密，从不会向任何人提起……不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我了解，那样我会迷失了自己，没有了自己隐藏的小秘密……不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我感觉，那样就不是心有灵犀，没有了一丝期待和神秘……我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉你，爱其实很容易，就是把你轻轻放在心里，很隐蔽，很隐蔽，独自消失在我一个人的温柔里……我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉你，爱其实不容易，就是把眼泪藏在心底，很伤感，很伤感，独自流落在我的一片笑声里……

　　我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉你……因为，我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。

女人，想嫁他，就别跟他同居

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 16:48:39 GMT

女人，想嫁他，就别跟他同居

女人，想嫁他，就别跟他同居! [转]女人，想嫁他，就别跟他同居!<女孩千万不要选择跟男人同居！本来有句话说，婚姻是爱情的坟墓，无非是因为婚姻中，大大小小的琐事，油盐酱醋，家庭关系的介入，让原来纯净的感情沾染了很多世俗的纷扰。渐渐感觉没有了最初爱情的味觉。导致觉得婚姻如同嚼蜡。

但我们知道婚姻是具有法律的保护的，当两个人发现不合适了，离婚时，女人多少会得到自己的青春赔偿，财产补偿！

那同居呢，当女人望穿秋水的时候等待男人归来的时候，当男人选择离开的时候，分手了。女人有保障吗？同居无非是婚姻的另一个形式，缺少的是一张纸，可就是这张纸，让女人不能挺直腰板叫嚣那个背叛爱情的男人。中国传统的文化教养，让一般女人只能打落牙花，让血泪一起往肚子里吞。同居的女人就像是在走钢丝，在受了委屈后，不能对外人说，说出来，无非是得到他人内心里的一句话：“咎由自取。”父母再也不能维护你，因为同居是不能见到光的！直接而言：同居分手，就是一次省去财产分割这个环节的一次“离婚”。

恋爱开始的时候，彼此会觉得同居很新鲜，因为是第一次跟一个异性在一起生活，多么的新鲜，甚至非常有幸福感，特别是女人，女人是一种感情的动物，很容易被生活的点滴感染，被细节自我感动，男人的偶然一次掌勺，两个人第一次一起去买菜，两个人一起装饰屋子……这些足以让女人感动许久……如果这个男人要是女人同居的第一个人，那女人尤其得记上一辈子了，。

如果我有一个女儿，我是死也不会让她选择同居的，就算是他们真心相爱，迟早要走进婚姻的殿堂，也不可去尝试，世事无定论，订婚了，还有退婚的呢！无可置否，婚前同居，最后分手，对女孩子的伤害实在太大了……男人们：假若你还有一点良知，就要知道不要选择去伤害这个－－你曾经哪怕就动过一点心的女孩。不要让恋爱中的女孩中了爱情的毒，因为年少无知，义无反顾地跟你一起，男人和女人的构造不一样，在两性关系中，付出的永远是女人的多，这个是不可置否的，也许有男人说，在恋爱的过程中他们也是付出真情，也是有过伤害，但是同居意味着，如果不幸怀孕，你害怕，但你坚定的带她去做人流，这是爱吗？你爱她吗？任何人对爱情都是有洁癖的，选择同居前，先问问自己，是不是打算做这个女人的最后一个男人！

要知道，找个女人同居对日后还没有婚姻的打算或预算的男人，是最划算不过的事了。在同居的日子里，他们像夫妻一样亲密无间，女人替他承担了妻子该做的一切，却并没有像妻子那样共享他的钱包，或许还要跟他一起来分摊房租、水电、生活费。

你们的生活也许很甜蜜，但你们的未来在哪里？没有人晓得。

选择轻易就跟女人同居的男人通常都不大会给女人什么承诺，或者即使承诺了也是那种“只要时机成熟了，我们就结婚的”骨灰级梦话。一切在你们分手后，都是镜中花，水中月。

你们都可以享受的同居唯一的好处。就是你们都可以走马灯似的更换男友、女友，因为这是你们的权利。可是，到底有多少女孩会心甘情愿地让出自己苦心经营了好几年的“窝儿”，让另一个女孩再继续“经营”下去……

如果你不是特别的潇洒和无所谓的性格，权奉你不要玩另类，搞极端女人一定不要轻易选择与男人同居。当你用青春消费时尚的时候，哭的日子在后面。为什么如此多的媒介和时尚周刊鼓励女人去放肆，也许我不能断言写这些的都是男人，但是起码证明那现在不负责任的男人太多！

男人在开始喜欢上一个女孩的时候，是什么都愿意做的，精心设计一些感动的片断，然而女孩很快把自己联想成爱情里的公主。
开始交往时，他会不无论多晚，只要你需要，去买药给你送到家里；但是后来（我所说的后来，是指相处一段时间，这个时间分个人感情时间持续的长短判断），后来，这个男人就会以我最近工作很忙很忙，忙到没有时间开车去给你买药，更没有时间送来给你，更别说喂你吃药了……

开始的时候，他会口口声声说：你是我一辈子最重要的女人，以后我是要跟你过一辈子的，我们筑建的小家才是我真正的家；后来，他会说，我妈妈是天下最好的女人！

开始的时候，他会尽拣你想吃的餐厅，带你去品尝他的爱情；后来，他会说，我们就在家吃吧，你要实在不愿意做，叫餐好了，我懒得出门；

开始的时候，你们可以天天煲电话粥，夜夜聊到深夜，还舍不得挂；后来，你会等他的电话等到心都死了，忍不住打过去，他已经睡着，借口：要不就是工作太累的结果，要不是是应酬太多，醉酒被送回家，自然早已经忘记电话的承诺；

开始的时候，他会小心翼翼地听你说的每一句话，并引为关键，事事以你为准；后来你哭得梨花若水，他也冷冷对你说：你怎么就那么多的怨言呢？

开始的时候，一个短信过去，对方的留言都那么让人感动流泪，激动地发誓一定要死心塌地地爱这个男人；后来短信回复不是：好，哦，行，就是直接连一个回复也懒得动动手指。

开始的时候，他怎么看你，怎么觉得你漂亮，迷人，赞美之言，溢于言表。仿佛全世界都是你最美；后来，他只会幽幽地跟你说，老婆你又胖了！（插个小言：女人的体重是跟爱情的深浅成反比的，切记，让自己的体重轻一些，更轻一些……此言论不包括枯瘦如柴的女人，个人建议：女人还是小丰满点好！）

不过这世界上也不存在绝对的事情，也许你会很幸运，最终，嫁给了这个你想嫁的男人。只是，同居的生活让你们的新鲜感消失殆尽，新婚燕尔对你们来说只是摆了几桌酒席，收了点礼金而已。

在中国这依然是一个男权的社会，就算中国女人的地位被追捧的再高，终究还是要嫁人，要有一个伴你一生的男人，他是你此生的依靠，他宠你、爱你、心疼你，可他却要为年轻时的冲动，承受一辈子的阴影。他总是觉得你在拿他与你的第一个男人比较。干的好不如嫁的好，嫁人是女人一辈子最重要的事情。在女人最有价值的时候，一个女人最美丽的时候，没有贬值的时候，把自己风光嫁掉，是一辈子最完美的结局。那些三十好几事业女人，就算自己买楼买车，就真的不会在夜深人静时寂寞难过，吗？拥有一个稳定的家庭，经营自己的婚姻，照顾一个从另一个母亲那过来的儿子，生一个漂亮的孩子，这才是女人幸福的归宿，你可以拥有自己的梦想，可以拥有自己的事业，但是前提是建立在你拥有一个和谐的家庭的基础上。*_*

依恋的感觉

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 13:32:51 GMT

女生,你追,她不喜欢你,就拒绝,你再追,她无聊的时候,就会答应.她才十八岁,弟弟你指望这样小的一个女孩子懂什么爱情.也许你又说,是人就懂爱,年轻也懂爱.是的,大家懂的是爱人的感觉,这种感觉,给自己心里那个爱的影子.你喜欢她,时间一长,以她为依靠,她是你生活里无时无刻不去想的一样东西.你不一定是爱上了这个人,而是爱上了爱的感觉,你心里清楚她不爱你.要不然你也不会问我们这个问题.只是你不想去承认.你也孤单,不想失去这个心里唯一牵挂的人,也不想失去这种牵挂的感觉.所以不得不骗自己,不得不和她联络,假装自己真的那么爱她,假装她对你也有依恋的感觉.其实都是假的.大家都寂寞.
一个喜欢你的女生,不会把你抛在一边.
让你一下子放弃她,不太可能,心理上不能承受.
我建议你在身边有其实女生的时候,去追求其它真实的人.不要再活在她的假象里.你也许真的不了解她.所以,去选一个新的,可以看得到摸得着的人去牵挂.等你真的知道什么是刻骨铭心了,就学乖了.
真的痛心,不是口中喊喊郁闷就可以的.真的失去,仍然要好好的对自己,好好的活下去.生活永远都是希望.路上除了男人就是女人.你的那一个,还没有来到,你不能总在别人的身后看背影.去找自己新的方向吧.
另外,大男人,也许你现在还是小男孩,但事业最重要,社会是现实的,如果你光谈恋爱就废去了全部的心神,结果一事无成,不管什么样的姑娘,都不会选择你.快快长大.乖.如果再看到你在这里为了儿女情长惆怅,哥哥姐姐们就要打你了哦

no one

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:09:05 GMT

Noone
Alicia Keys
lyrics by Larry Cheng
I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it willonly get better
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry ‘coz
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
You you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
You you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
I know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try
Try to divide
Something so real
So till the end of time
I’m telling you that
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
Noone noone noone
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
oh oh oh

THE SOCIETY FOR THE BETTERMENT

361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 08:02:20 GMT

THE SOCIETY FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MANKIND by Jennifer L. Armstrong

The author retains copyright.

PARTonE CHAPTERonE BARUCH ATA ADONAI I got to be Dave's girlfriend by default. I mean, he would not waste his time with a woman in a million years. His greatest regret is that he wasn't born Jewish and he's dedicated his life to becoming the first Gentile rabbi. But since I hang around him, everyone thinks we're a couple.
We met in our Principles of Theology class. There's no assigned seating in the sloping lecture hall, so after half a semester of sitting behind him and not being able to concentrate, I decided to make the bold move of taking the seat next to him.
I don't think he noticed me for the first week since the topic was the Hebrew and Greek names for God and he took pages and pages of notes. Finally,one day after class, I just turned to him and said hi.
Then we started talking after every class about whatever had been discussed in the lecture although, granted, he did most of the speaking since he was theone who had the opinions.
Sometimes I honestly think he just likes me for my name, Ellen Waller, since El isone of those names for God. (That's his blasphemous streak, though, since the ancient Hebrews were terrified to even say the name of God never mind casually call their friends "Lord", even in jest.)
Right now, in Principles of Theology II, we're in the book of Leviticus covering the ritual sacrifices and I'm getting nothing out of it but Dave loves it. He takes notes with a fanatical glint in his eyes as if he's on the verge of building an alter right there, slaughtering a goat, and making an offering.
"Hey Dave!" I slip into the seat beside him.
"El," he looks up briefly from his leather-bound Bible.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Seeing how many sacrifices Joshua offered."
"Good," I nod. I've learned to take everything Dave says as casually as if it's a comment about the weather.
"I was reading more about the sacrificial system last night in the library," says Dave. "I really don't think we're covering it adequately in class."
"But why even worry about it," I say. "We don't have to make animal sacrifices anymore because Christ is our ultimate sacrifice."
I'm rocking the boat, I know. Dave lives and breathes the Old Testament. But I've got to let him know I'm capable of analytical thought.
"I'm going to do a study into my genealogy." He hasn't even heard me he's so busy flipping through his Bible. "I'm sure I've got Levitical blood."
I paraphrase the apostle Paul, "Don't waste your time with vain genealogies." Waste your time with me.
It really is hard getting his attention so I continue, "I'm going to study into my genealogy and see if I'm Catholic because I want to be a nun."
"Really?" he looks up from his Bible like he thinks I'm serious.
"Yeah, a life of celibacy appeals to me."
"Me too." He returns to the Bible.
After class I ask him what he's doing this weekend.
"Probably working on my bike," he says. His motorcycle is hisonly interest outside of theology.
"Really?" I project maximum enthusiasm and interest into the word.
"Yeah, I've got to replace the shocks." Dave is carefully putting his Bible into his Mediterranean satchel. An import from the Holy Land.
"Wow, that sounds like fun." Not an ounce of sarcasm in my voice.
"Wanna help?" he says.
"Yeah, I'd love to."
"How about Sunday afternoon? I'll be in the parking lot."
Dave keeps the Sabbath instead of Sunday.
"Maybe we can go for a ride too." This comment of his own free volition. It gives me hope.
"Shabbat Shalom," I say getting up to go to my next class. Dave deliberately didn't schedule any classes for Friday afternoon so that he could prepare for the Sabbath.
"Hey El!" he says. "Yeah?" I turn back.
"Ummm, I need a woman."
My heart hurdles.
"It's like, I haven't been keeping the Sabbath properly because I don't have a woman to light the candles."
Why should I have thought it would have been anything else?
"You want me to light candles?" I say.
"Yeah."
"OK," I say. "When should I come over?"
"Sun sets at 6:32 and it's got to be done eighteen minutes before sundown. Come over at 6:00."
I exit the lecture hall and make my way across the common, my heart pounding, a dazed but happy look on my face.
The common is a rose brick piazza with white metal tables and chairs and it reminds me of something you might see in the middle of an Italian village. On a reasonably warm day like today, students outnumber the ants ten-to-one, most of them with tons of books that remain unopened while they catch up on their quota of social interaction.
Most students at Union are business majors, and even before I met Dave I was never much into business, so consequently when I look around Ionly knowone girl who was a roommate my freshman year. I slip on my sunglasses to avoid eye-contact with anyone and head for my next class.
At dinner I see Dave in the dining hall sitting surrounded by girls, all staring at him and laughing everytime he says something funny. He's got quite the following mainly because of his wavy blond hair and his theological intensity that's often taken personally by women looking for a sign that he likes them.
I'm at my worst when he's with other girls so I go and sit with Ted Stevents, who rumour has it, likes me. It's reassuring to talk to someone who treats every word I say as revealed knowledge.
After dinner I go back to the dorm and to the reasonably messy room that I share with Judith, my roommate and best friend, who is a jazz fanatic and composes music for the piano. Every morning we wake up to the radio set on a jazz station and for the rest of the day I've got Wynton Marsalis's trumpet solos running through my head. To add to the impact, she has a life-sized poster of Harry Connick Jr. on her side of the room.
I've never kept a Sabbath before so I don't know what to wear and Judith walks in when I'm trying on the tenth outfit.
"Where're you going?" she says.
"To keep the Sabbath."
"Oh." She understands my unorthodox relationship with Dave.
"What are you doing tonight?" I ask.
"Tom and I are going to a movie." She says it as if Tom is taking her to watch pigs mud-wrestle.
"What's the matter?" I ask. I've finally settled on a navy blue sweater and a black skirt.
"I dunno," she says listlessly. "It's like there are so many other things we could do."
I run a brush through my long brown hair. Judith and I are often mistaken for sisters, with our dark hair and pale skin.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to go to New Orleans."
We're inontario.
When I arrive at his dorm, Dave has set up two candles in the lounge and is wearing a muted woven shirt that makes me think of an Israeli shepherd boy.
"So what do Jews do when there are no women to light the candles," I say.
"Oh, a man can light a candle. But it's better if a woman does it. More traditional."
I'm wondering why it's taken him this long to ask me. But Dave's not a man who operates on an obvious schedule. Other couples start going out and after a couple of months are doing everything together. Dave, he sort of moves according to the Spirit.
"Do you have something for your head?" he asks.
"What?"
"Your head has to be covered. Just a sec." He disappears through the door into the bedroom and comes back with a bandanna. "Here. Use this."
He looks at his watch.
"OK. We've got ten minutes. When I tell you, you're going to light the candles and then say, `Baruch Ata Adonai, Elohenu Melech ha-olam, asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav v'tzivanu l'hadlik ner shel Shabbat.'"
"What?!"
"It means Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us in His commandments and commended us to light the Sabbath light."
"How'm I going to remember all that?" I say.
"I think I've got it written down somewhere." He opens a messy notebook that has been sitting on the floor and starts pushing papers around.
"Here." He hands me a torn half-sheet of paper that has Hebrew writing and the translation.
At exactly 6:14, Dave gives me a box of matches and we both stand up. Since I'm the type of person who has difficulty starting a fire with a woodpile and container of kerosene, it isn't until 6:15 and after four matches that the candles are lit.
"Baruch Ata Adonai," I read.
"Wave your hands," Dave interrupts me.
I look blank.
"Wave your hands over the candles."
"Elohenu Melech ha-olam," I say, trying to read and move my hands at the same time. I nearly set the piece of paper on fire.
"Asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav v'tzivanu l'hadlik ner shel Shabbat."
"OK, cover your eyes with your hands, then uncover them and look at the candles."
I cover my eyes, then uncover them.
"Amen," says Dave.
"Amen," I say.
For some reason we stay standing. The solemnity of the ceremony is over, I sense, so I ask a question I've been wondering about for awhile.
"Hey, Dave," I say. "What do you think of traditional Christianity?" If your boyfriend were an accountant this would be a weird question, but you've got to understand that Dave thrives on this type of thing.
"There's a lot of people with a lot of questions," he says nodding his head as if, yes, that's a valid inquiry. "It satisfies some people."
"Would it satisfy you?"
"Probably not." He smiles. "Too much New Testament."
"Why don't you believe the New Testament?"
"It's not that I don't believe it," he says sitting down onone of the orange and brown fabric couches. The men's dorms are decorated in virile earth tones and the rugged wood and tweedy furniture gives you the feeling of being in a hunting lodge. "I'm sure there was a man named Jesus. It's just that I don't discard the Old Testament. I like Judaism. I like the Jews. I like their conviction and their endurance. Judaism is a lifestyle. Maybe if Christianity were more of a lifestyle it would appeal to me."
Siting down beside him I think about this because obviously Christianity can be a lifestyle. All you have to do is pick up a Baptist Bulletin or Campus Life to see that. Judaism must have been a calling for Dave otherwise I don't understand his total commitment.
Loving Dave is not a matter of impressing him with my strong convictions -- of which I seem to have none since all I have is journalism which is something I do, not feel -- it's a matter of trying to keep up with him. If anything, my commitment is to love boldly and to never regret it.
"Listen, Dave."
"Yeah?"
"Do you like me?" This question takes more courage to ask than you will ever know.
"Of course."
"No, I mean, do you like me? You could get anyone to light candles for you. Why'd you ask me?"
"`Cos I thought you'd want to do it."
"But am I important to you? Do you love me?"
"Sure I love you," says Dave sincerely, putting his arm around me. "You're my neighbour, aren't you?"
I sigh. I have an idea for the Almighty suggestion box. Make love feel good.

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361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 14:20:26 GMT

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Gliding forward, hands puncture the mirrored light of playful shade, then break through into the brightness of day.? Cascade-laughter erupts in all head-shaking directions.

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?Praethos!? Praethos!? Come and look!? sings a voice, shrill with thrills.? A dark head of wet hair turns to see who calls him from his comfortably suspended position;? cold in the ripples and gently swirling sounds.?

A boy, dressed in a simple white robe and sandals, waves his arms furiously and calls out again ?Praethos!? Praethos!? Its Them!? They have arrived!? before turning, and clambering up the dark grey rocks;? and finally vanishing over the top.? His voice leaving a trail of ?Praethos!? fading away behind him in the sunlight.

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A deep breath fills his lungs.

Quick, a burst of kicking erupts at his feet, and Praethos arcs his body beneath the dark surface.? His limbs work decisively, cutting the sensual biting of the icier inversion layers lower down.? Further into the abyss he descends in purposeful sweeps from strong shoulders.

Then his body slows and arights itself;? eyes squinting through the bubbles and the shadows, and the hints of sunlight.

He notices a familiar hole in the rocks, from where a dim wavering glow of light emanates - and his arms move him powerfully towards it.? Body, bending and arcing with every timed stroke and kick, until he is through the hole, along the faintly lit tunnel, to its end.

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He surfaces inside a chamber carved out of black rock;? inhales the cool air with desperate relief;? and finds his way to a set of carved steps, in calm even breast-strokes;? hardly rippling the encompassing surface of blackness.

His naked body rises out of the water - feels the slippery moss between his toes on the uneven stone floor, then walks through a wide clear-lit corridor.? Up a long flight of well-spaced stairs he moves, into a room which is warmed by the natural light of the Sun shining its way through a large open walkway.? Following the allure of its honeyed warmth, Praethos walks out onto the stone balcony which is suspended high over a dark and lush valley.

With the sound of a soft-roaring waterfall, echoing its thunderous chorus in the background, he notices the large oval shape of the Airship with its six curved and ribbed sail-wings, some distance away.

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361281689@qq.com(幸福好心情) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 14:24:17 GMT

Hi,Welcome to see you again
你好，我们又见面了。
I am plesaed you have come.
很高兴你来了
Did you have a good day?
你今天过得还好吗？
Where are you going?
你想去哪里？
I'm home from work.
我刚刚下班回来。
i am having a meal.
我正在吃饭。
I came here immediately after having my supper.
我一吃完饭就来这里了。
Sorry,I am considering how i should answer.
对不起，我正在考虑怎么回答你。
I like to see your countenance.
我想看见你的容貌。
I work in a small company for survey and draw.
我在一个小型测绘公司上班。
I couldn't bend my mind with your chat.
我不能专心和你聊天。
My friend call me to play out of doors.
我的朋友叫我出去外面玩。
to put it simply：
简单的说：
we often go to survey in the field or among the mountains.
我们经常在田野或群山之中测量。
we must go topographic mapping as soon as I came back office.
我们一回到办公室就必须去绘制地形图。
I haven't see you come just now.
我刚才没有看见你来了。
What time do you get up?
你几点起床?
in normal times
平时
When will you go to school tomrrow?
你明天什么时候去学校
Do you fell asleep?
你睡着了吗？
Do all girls likes shopping?
所有女孩都喜欢购物吗？
we have chatted before.
我们以前聊过。
The coumper was infected for some virus.
我的电脑被病毒传染了
you must stay here alone
你自己玩吧！
Do you always stay up?
你经常熬夜吗?
Are you an owner-occupier or a tenant?
你是住自己的房子还是租房子住?
What time are you going to sleelp?
你打算什么时候睡觉?
if so ,where is my surname?
假如这样的话，我的姓氏在哪里呢？
our dismiss the unpleasant subject and talked about something else.
我们不谈论这个话，而去说说其它事。
what are you doing when you chat with me?
当你和我聊天的时候你还在做什么？
I have never heard of czech republic
我从来没有听说过捷克这个国家.
China is a developing country
中国是一个发展中国家。
China is one of the largest countries in the world.
中国是世界上最大的国家之一
Beijing is the capital of China
北京是中国的首都
i express the hope that i will keep in touch with you.
我希望我们以后能够保持联系
Have a nice time
祝你愉快！
usually,what languages can you speak?
你通常讲什么语言？
Have you studied English very long
你学习英语很久了吗？
sorry , i haven't transmitter
对不起，我没有话筒
i 'm only a middle school graduation.
我是一个中学毕业生
Good night, sleep tight
晚安，睡个好觉
please wait for me , i 'm updating my msn .
请等一下，我正在更新我的msn软件
you are very sex appeal
你是非常的性感(骚)
long time no see
好久不见了，
School students are on vacation,aren't you ?
学生们都在放假，你们没有放吗？
I went out for lunch
我刚才去吃午餐。
At least there is a boy from Korea here who is
至少有一个从韩国来的人。
Some of them were younger than 18.
有一些人大于18岁
Nope. I attend university. Regular school won't be on vacation until April, but I have a vacation next month.
没有，我在读书大学。正规学校真到四月才放假,但下个月我有一个假期.
there are two vacation in chinese.they are spring holiday and summer holiday.
在中国有两个假期。他们寒假和暑假。
i study english on my own
我自学英语
wait a second, i need connect my transmitter.
等一会儿,我必须接上我的话筒
You're just incorrigible
你真是无药可救了
what specialize are you studing in university ?
你在大学学什么专业？
she will be diistributed work to Shangrila Hotel
她分工到香格里拉大洒店工作
let me consider
让我考虑一下
It's all my fault.
都有是我的错
please spell it in small letters
请用小写字母拼写它
of course,its great,i understand u perfectly of cours
当然了，你说的很好，我完全理解你
but we must wait to be together
我要等着她
just a few words
只会几个字
you are very happiness, because your have many brother.
你很幸福，因为你有很多兄弟
your English with great fluency
你的英文说得非常流畅
Had you finished work today?
你完成工作了吗
what sports do you like?
你喜欢什么运动?
that is my half-length photo
那是我的半身照
How far is the school from here?
学校离这里多远？
None of your confidence
那么没有自信
There is nothing to do, so I may as well go to bed.
没什么事做，所以我就上床睡觉了
happy valentine's day!
情人节快乐
I'm just having a say.
我只是随便说说。
i can perceptible you are studying from your age.
从你的年龄可以看出你正在学习。
where did your caz brother goen?
你表哥去哪里了。
be right back
马上回来