http://609466083.qzone.qq.com Fri, 27 Nov 2009 18:42:23 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Sun, 22 Mar 2009 07:34:25 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1237707265
To clear up the rumour, i finally couldn't help and said the words. Anyway, i was thought to be joking...

Maybe it's because i said it in a rather funny way, yet i've done too much...I've way across the line.

Starring at the silver liquid in the glass..."Maybe it's time to say good-bye"...



Never before have i known how huge a space it has taken...Now that i poured them all out, it became so empty inside as if there's no lung to breath and no stomach to digest...Nothing to support the beating heart...Not any more...

For all these days, the one fills every tiny part of my life---the unrestrained laughter coming all along the corridor; the moments when he picks up sth for me and his fingers pass through mine; orange is our color and lunch hour is our date; i hide him in my book, he's there whenever i want...



Nothing fills the blank, even the mass of tests. And like things are not bad enough, Paul Auster, my only comfort, just stopped giving out new works. I rummaged the book store so eagerly that i ended up making a mess out on the shelf. When i finally despaired and decided to leave, an elegant little book fell on my feet. i picked it up and saw the following on the cover "The Red Notebook---By. Paul Auster." i embraced it so tightly like a falling person grasping the edge of the cliff. Tears started to burst out.


So, that's it! The cool wind blowed the mess away, and while i was passing by a coffee shop, the fragrant smell cheered me up...

As is said by Auster, "The sun is yesterday, the earth is today, and the moon is tomorrow..."

It may be a lost dream, but still, it's a beautiful dream... ]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1237707265#comment 134218240 Sun, 22 Mar 2009 07:34:25 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1237707265 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1235297406 The drizzly rain drops kind of refreshed my soul and, like a mop, swept away all the previous confusion and depression.
Without my glasses, I couldn't see anything clearly. So, regardless of the risk of bumping into a pedestrian or two behind their unbrellas, i just closed my eyes...and...there it was, the breath and the footsteps of another. Running ,huh? Typical^^ But were it true, the one must be running far in the front.
Guessing Game!---the word, which was previously used by an english teacher as a rule of doing Cloze, suddenly came into my mind. Yep, so true here. What's really charming always goes without words. They're subtle. Sometimes, it feels like walking on an edge---the first second you hold all the world's happiness; and the next it's like everything's falling apart. Sometimes, it's not even about one person. Instead, it's a mixture of the most complicated feelings. While you're having a fierce fight inside, he may not even be aware of it. Guess what? You have to guess^^
The kind voice "Hold on, it's all worth waiting for."
The evil voice "What's the matter with you! That's crap! Let it go."
Anyway, i don't know whether it counts, but i think there has been a tiny little romance here. Yeah, i'll remember that, for a long time.
So, i don't want an answer this time. Let it go-------on~
The slender fingers on the cello, pretty. The unique way of walking, funny. And after playing balls, he would pull off the overcoat and wipe off the sweat and show the true true smile. Killing me^^ ]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1235297406#comment 134218240 Sun, 22 Feb 2009 10:10:06 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1235297406 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1232541880
那日清晨，回到房间，找到一张干净的白纸，把它放在面前的桌上，写啊写，直到在整页纸上都盖满了词。可当后来通读所写的东西时，竟不能识出这些词来。那些的确能够被理解的词仿佛并没有在说所要表达的东西。

那日稍晚，告诉自己明天将是新的一天。新的词又开始在大脑中喧嚣，但却没有把它们写下来。坐在橙黄的灯光下，静静回顾那些逝去的日子，不由付之一笑。

曾经如此，此后不再。


所谓的高三在轻轻松松、浑浑噩噩中也已过去了一半儿，从没想过会用这种词儿形容高三的生活，但事实确是这样——每天背着一沓高考仿真来去，语文课做做英语，英语课做做数学，化学课看看物理，数学课发发呆，中午打打球，晚上赏赏美剧，周末泡泡Starbucks，日子一天天的过，倒也算充实。直到三个星期前才幡然醒悟，发现各项考试已如此临近，于是乎封球做题，才得以找回些许手感。最后还多亏长期积累的RP，让我踏着分数线过了各校自主招生的文化考试。说责怪自己贪玩吧，有一些，毕竟高三只有一次，人生漫漫，总是该时不时地刻苦奋斗一下的；说后悔吧，也不至于，快乐与荣耀本来就是一对矛盾体，就算重来一次，结果根本不会改变，能做的也便是以此为鉴了。No diligence no genius，这话说得一点儿都没错。
笔试之后便是艺术特长的测试了。始终觉得自己给人的第一印象不怎么样，加上对初三的那场面试仍然心有余悸（记得当初面试之前是准备过一套话的，本以为给初中生面试嘛，不外乎问问“有什么特长啊”、“为什么要考我们学校啊”、“了解我们学校哪些特色啊”之类的问题，不料偏偏碰上鸬鹚辉这位面试官，上来就问了我一通市场房价的问题，当时就傻了眼……）。于是这次便想略去面试，借着特长在自主招生中占点儿优势的；可考了两场才发现，自己纯属瞎凑热闹。在嘈杂的、充盈各种乐器声的侯考室里，随处逛逛，侧耳听听，也就了解到所谓的高手如云了。毕竟有五年没有认真练过琴了，功夫又岂是一日练就的！到了考试前昔，每天六小时地苦练；三天后，便恍恍惚惚、唯唯喏喏地拿着琴进考场了。考交大时，看着眼前五位老专家，突然想照江鹿同学教的那样对评委们来个灿烂的微笑的，谁知没等笑出来，就被狠狠地来了句“转过去，对着谱架子”……汗~。清华就更不用说了，为了公平起见，考试时是拉幕的，评委们都被遮在大幕布后边儿，不仅看不见他们的脸，进了考场还不许说话和调音。演奏曲目和视奏时，幕后会发出叮铃铃的声响，便是叫你停止了。那次为了让自己不要那么紧张，就想象幕布后边儿坐着一只小猫、拿着一个铃铛——拉琴给喵喵听，不那么可怕了吧^^
No matter whether it will turn out to be a success or not, it doesn’t matter now. During my stay there, one thing kept holding on to me, that is--Everything feels so right here. The freezing and dry whether wasn’t bothering me at all, and I wasn’t even a little homesick. 北方的冬天难免有些萧条肃杀，然而在蒙蒙亮的清晨走在校园大路边的草地上，裹在厚厚的棉袄里，呼吸那冰凉而清新的空气，全身只有一个感觉，每一个毛孔中都浸润着喜悦。每一枝小小的松针都富有同情心地膨胀起来，成了我的朋友；从今后再也不会有什么地方使我觉得陌生的了。在那儿天亮得很晚，在橙色的阳光洒向草坪的刹那，心便跟着融化了。What can I say. It’s just like dying in the sun.
尽管大多数的在校学生已经撤离回家过年了，但此时的校园仍不乏活力；就像一个社会模型，校内有银行，有公车，还有老人孩子在结冰的湖面上嬉戏，甚至有成群的游客。加上即将毕业的身穿学士服留影的研究生们，和数以千计的参加自主招生的考生，使校园内时时人头攒动。有次我戴了一个怪怪的帽子从一群考生家长前走过，就听见身后有位家长轻声说“这闺女儿是来考舞蹈的吧”，让我得意了半天……还有一次等校车时，碰到两个读工程物理的大四学生同在等车，便聊了起来。当被问及对清华的感觉时，他们都说“这，是一个读书的地方”。车来后，其中一个还玩笑说“乘车一人两元，我们有学生证只要一元；为省一元钱而努力吧~”
校车路过清华园那古朴的旧校门，透过车窗看见那些将博士帽抛向空中的欢声笑语的毕业生们，不禁羡慕万分。真想看看夏日校园的青葱美丽。

Maybe I will be back here, very soon. ]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1232541880#comment 134218240 Wed, 21 Jan 2009 12:44:40 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1232541880 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1230437057
Along the unrestrained melody, it came all a sudden in a rather funny way. Yeah, the unique voice, no more than 5 inches away, which i have caught for many times before. And the peaceful but joyful tone, it's like having been there for years. Aha-yes.

Anything gives a heart-beat. i'll love them. I'll keep on loving every single of them along with misery they may bring. After all, passion is all needed.

Here i am , back to the battle, fighting for those beautiful dreams...
]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1230437057#comment 134222400 Sun, 28 Dec 2008 04:04:17 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1230437057 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1224600808 You wait, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, is an empty page
That world will want to write on...

Singing the rhythem, it goes like this:"Oh my God, I am actually turning Eighteen!"
Not until this very moment did i realize that the age of Independency, Freedom and Maturation was so close to me. Eighteen is truly a big step towards a brand new life. And now, i am so excited and proud that i'm right making this step out~
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I can stilll remember when our FRIENDS were turning 30, they all went like...freaking out. I can't help laughing out of my breathe then, but for now, i think i can understand.

See? On Rachel's 30th birthday, she cried out:'Can I keep the presents and still be 29?'

On Joey's, he went like this "Why, God, why? We had a deal. Let the others grow old, not me!"

And Chandler's, still Joey---"And now Chandler! We are all getting so old. Why are you doing this to us?"

Somebody did crazy things to celebrate their getting old. Hah, as Phoebe went One mile on a Hippity Hop; as Ross purchased a shiny red sports car and said 'Look how hot i am.'; and Dear Monica actually got so drunk.
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As seen now, i am far far away from being a successful person that i once expected---I'm not a top student. I always skip homework. I have done nothing to get people gasp in admiration. Actually, i'm quite surprised that i was not freaking out in this situation. Maybe i'm too easy to be satisfied a person. The mediocrity of life is still enjoyble to me. A little lonely time in the cafe house, a little Paul Austen novel in hand, having some beautiful songs surrounding, Oh, or having a big fight of table tennis at noon...all of those makes me on top of the world. Although i concede that that's not so good to be satisfied to be normal. I ought to seek a way (maybe just be diligent) to be outstanding. So, i may make a plan to list the goals i shall achieve before i turn , you know, a certain age.
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Wow, so much about myself today. Here i wanna thank you all , who make this birthday special.
Thank you, Little WeiQing, for your ice-cream cakes which make our blood sugar pop to the top.
Thank you, Lily and Chiyuri, beautiful doll and note-book, good presents for a 18-year-old:)
Thank you, Julia, for your Cupid's arrow, if you know what i mean.
Thank you, Bia, for the cake i'm gonna eat tomorrow morning, hope that won't make me run slowlier in my race.
Thank you, Avenger & Thomas, for staying up late to give the 'Happy Birthday 2 u'.
Thank you, K, for the imaginary candy, already melting in my mouth.

Thank you mum, for the eye-catching necklace, and dad, for the big meal tonight~~~
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Shoooo, well, from today on, i'm gonna try my best to create a better life. At least not to disappoint you guys:)

Hey, whatever~ I'm turning Eighteen! ]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1224600808#comment 134218240 Tue, 21 Oct 2008 14:53:28 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1224600808 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218884966 Name： Timo Boll
Nationality： Germany
homeplace： Hereditaryoh/Odenwald
Day of birth： 1981.3.8
Height： 181cm
Weight： 65kg

Item: table tennis
coach： Helmut Hampl (Verein)、Richard Prause (DTTB)

favourite music types： R&B, Hip Hop
favourite singers： Usher, R.Kelly, Janet Jackson
favourite movies： "Gladiator", "Brave Heart" , "Saving Private Ryan" and "The Lord of the rings 1 and 2"


Interview:
1.first time of playing table tennis ：when aged four
2.first game: 1988
3.first professional game: 1997
4.fourite subject when young: sports, of course
5.which did you hate most: chemistry!
6.What did u want to do when you were a child ?
to drive a car
7.Do you smoke ?
No, never. I hate cigarettes.
8.Which is your favourite country?
Maldive for holiday. But for normal life, i'd prefer Germany.
9.And your favourite city?
Stuttgart, Darmstadt
10.What's your favourite drink?
Cocktail
11.Favourite dish?
Chinese dish
12. What do you fear?
lifts and dogs
13.favourite album?
《But seriously》of Phil Collins
14.What type is your car?
AUDI A3
15.favourite actor?
Denzel Washington, Robert de Niro, Mel Gibson

Some photos of T.Boll




























]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218884966#comment 577 Sat, 16 Aug 2008 11:09:26 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218884966 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218682098 ——Somehow, a certain kind of people were that silly to ignore only to get more attention...
but now they have to pretend that they don't really care...




i gotta say what's on my mind
something about us
doesn't seem right these days
life keeps getting in the way
it's so hard to say
but i've gotta do what's best for me
you'll be ok...



i've got to move on and be who i am
i just don't belong here
i hope you understand
we might find our place in this world someday
but at least for now
i gotta go my own way


don't wanna leave it all behind
but i get my hopes up
and i watch them fall everytime
another colour turns to grey
and it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away
i'm leaving today
cause i've gotta do what's best for me
you'll be ok...


i've got to move on and be who i am
i just don't belong here
i hope you understand
we might find our place in this world someday
but at least for now
i gotta go my own way



and
i'll miss you...








]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218682098#comment 513 Thu, 14 Aug 2008 02:48:18 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1218682098 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1217132167







Don't mind...I've been watching too many movies... ]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1217132167#comment 33554944 Sun, 27 Jul 2008 04:16:07 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1217132167 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1213352225 They look so nice, and they look even nicer when dressed in black...
Be careful~ One glance may take your breath away~


Matthew Mcfadden -- "Mr Darcy" in Pride and Prejudice
He looks better if smiles...



Brad Pitt -- just the cool guy...
i know him as Achelis in "Troy"...
and he's best in "Ocean's Twelve"



George Clooney -- Brad's old partner
I love him as the kind doctor in ER
He's so funny in "Intolerable Cruelty" with Zita Jones




Daniel Radcliffe -- Oh my god...our little Harry has so grown up!
Look at his bright eyes~




Hayden Christensen -- the Skywalker in "Star Wars"
He is extractly the one that will take your breath away~~
Just love him...
other movies -- "Awake"; "Jumper"

Another Hayden -- It's always not enough for him




Zac Efron -- Julia's favourite guy...
He's so perfect when singing "soaring & flying" with Gabriella
but remember that you have to "get your head in the game"



James Mcavoy -- classic English guy...
in "Atonement" "Becoming Jane" "Penelope"
alway the Mr right~~



Orlando Bloom -- the Prince Elf got so many WOW!'s
and still looks fabulous in "Troy" and in "Pirates of the Caribbean"



John Susack -- the American's sweet heart
Chiyuri said "Wow! beautiful nose!" when first seeing him



Wentworth Miller -- Here comes Michael
"Hey guys, i'm just having some coffee and a rest, you know, it get really tiring when you keep running from the prison, even you've got a smart smart head"



Matthew Perry -- Chandler BING~~
Hah Hah Hah...how could you be so funny~



Al Pacino -- the little God-father in "Godfather"
the best actor ever in "Scent Of A Woman"



Mark Wahlberg -- often presented as the justice~
love his movie "Italian Job"(driving mini-cupper) "Shooter"



Tom Cruise -- no need to introduce
"Mission Impossible" & "Last Samurai" are my favourite




Tom Hanks -- got all the charm that a man should have
RunRunRun!"Forrest Gump"...Just "Cast away"...and got to "The Terminal"



Tobey Maguire -- cute Peter
"Spider man", you are the bravest...



Leonardo Dicaprio -- if Jack really died in Titanic, all the fantasies would have gone...



Noah-Wyle -- Doctor Cater in ER
such a warm-hearted and unconventional person



Joseph Fiennes -- He was the Shakespear in "Shakespeare in Love"
really vivid...



Ralph Fiennes -- you know who he is? you'd never get it...
Voldemort...yes... he is Voldemort in HarryPotter...
he is actrally a nice guy, isn't it~



Eric Bana -- the brave Hector in "Troy"
looks so Greek...
Lily just loved him


Yeah yeah yeah...
Whatever...
I'll just put them here...



]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1213352225#comment 577 Fri, 13 Jun 2008 10:17:05 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1213352225 http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1209129851 Life is sometimes like scenery
and we couldn't enjoy it, because?---
i'm, just, putting too many things in front of the window
vast, old photos, telescope, curtains...
all prevent me from seeing outside...
yes,
asking too much...is not good...
Be Yourself, Enjoy the View---this time, i said to MYSELF...
Starry starry night...you tell me what to do...



Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue,
morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
All the ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...


Starry Night


Sunflowers


Van Gogh's self-portrait


Starry night over the Rhone


The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum,Arles,at Night


After he cut off part of his ear


Wheat field with crows





















]]> http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1209129851#comment 577 Fri, 25 Apr 2008 13:24:11 GMT http://609466083.qzone.qq.com/blog/1209129851