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好久不来

— 作者 littlexiang @ 02:57

好多时候懒得写了。

经历了很多事情以后,更明白责任的重要性。

硬盘的教训要记住。要做点事不容易阿。

现在学校青年志愿者队伍准备好以后,以后二店就有人帮忙了平时。我莫名地变成了负责人,也好吧。我不是干部,我只是想做点事。

陪小朋友去买电脑了星期四,本来那天要去F1志愿者面试,就放弃了干脆。兄弟的事放前面,F1以后年年有,不急。

现在有笔记本了,可以看看电影。虽然不是很好,魔兽Cs不能跑,弄QQ还是可以的。网络真是个好东西。

这礼拜要评什么奖学金,还要写什么报告,居然会轮到我哈哈。我是混乱少年,向来藐视书呆子。

身体又长强壮了,看来要开始练练了。篮球不能扔下了。

Things going their way.如果我妈不要来横加干涉的话世界就完美了。呵呵,大人总是自以为是的,总以为“我这是为你好”。其实生活就应该是有点混乱的。怎么过是我的事,没人能替我过吧?



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— 作者 littlexiang @ 04:34

军训回来了,很多时候是很没意思的,无聊单调的日子。但是学到了一些东西,比如付出才有回报,比如不要忘记历史,比如人要活的正直。

回来的那天晚上就和恺,花和璐吃饭。我很想她,可见到她又会有点郁闷。算了……

今天晚上又看了一遍《这个杀手不太冷》,感觉Sting最后那首Shape of my heart很好听。

日子很平庸,没有激情。越来越走上正统的道路了……

这实在太糟糕了。

不过不会这样的。Sb的生活,滚远点吧!~Show me the true shape of my heart.要活得象Leon一样有性格。

Shape Of My Heart
Sting

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a solider
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal, a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a solider
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like whose who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a solider
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart

by lune
THE END



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