点完后丁叔叔的话那才叫劲爆:今天没来的人下次要交500字以上的假条→_→变态伐?!看清楚是“假条”噢，不是检讨~
还有类,叔叔又说:我发现比例不对嘛,选我课的没什么人,你们那么多人哪儿冒出来的!(↑o↑)
我就这么崩(第三声)溃了......
Monday, April 30, 2007
500字假条 [MTB]
靓丁今天发飙了,点名!可想而知有多少兄弟姐妹挂了\^O^/幸灾乐祸下~
Saturday, April 28, 2007
饿了 [MTB]
在上债法,肚子很饿（┬＿┬）,
等会儿去吃肯德基,那个"苗岭酸汤双层汉堡"超好吃（*^︹^*）
等会儿去吃肯德基,那个"苗岭酸汤双层汉堡"超好吃（*^︹^*）
今天盛叔叔不在状态,我们也不在状态ｍ（＿ ＿）ｍ
两节课我就在想到底是买多普达还是索爱,新加坡运迎商是用M1还是Singtel,阿门
o(︶︿︶)o
打铃了,汉堡冲冲冲!!!
Friday, April 27, 2007
赖床 [MTB]
此刻还赖在床上,不想起,不是因为留恋四期的床(我的床到哪儿都是史上最舒适的床（*^︹^*）),而是喜欢躲在被子里的感觉~
早上跑步的时候突然感觉不到自己在呼吸,一阵紧张,然后越跑越慢,可还是没感觉到有,真是奇怪,接着回屋继续睡觉（┬＿┬）
B哥不放心停课的消息,准备八点去确认下,我说不用,发短信问其他学院就知道了.后来证明果真是停课的.
早上跑步的时候突然感觉不到自己在呼吸,一阵紧张,然后越跑越慢,可还是没感觉到有,真是奇怪,接着回屋继续睡觉（┬＿┬）
B哥不放心停课的消息,准备八点去确认下,我说不用,发短信问其他学院就知道了.后来证明果真是停课的.
B哥网游中...
我梦游中...
刚发现口腔溃疡还没好>_<,姨娘我错了,让它退下去吧~凡事好商量啊:)
bingo
看到溃疡我突然想到什么:我很少生气或者想不开的原因是它们不像口腔溃疡那样退了就没事了,不留痕迹,生气过后造成的任何伤害都是永恒的,就好像把钉子扎进木桩里,再拔出来,钉子是没了,但是洞就永远留在那儿了.我不喜欢这样,所以做人要开心,要想得开~
B哥现在还在玩网游,我中午和他一起卷铺盖走人= =lll
Danny貌似在为他的250美刀奋斗着~
我被子裹久了,想尿尿→_→,起床!
有道理 [MTB]
最近觉得老子的话很有道理,无为而治,许多事一开始就不要去操心,去掺和,也就没有后来的让谁谁不爽的事了.世上本无事,自扰之,自扰之,多累~
还有一句话忘记谁说的了,也不知道是不是从什么电视剧里看来的（┬＿┬）
:欠什么都不要欠人情,还都还不清.有道理吧?有道理!ｍ（＿ ＿）ｍ
宿舍已经断电了,在四期的最后一夜,争取把蝴蝶[下]看了∩__∩
电脑课 [MTB]
刚才在上多媒体.
身边一女生:"早知道不来了,我又不会做,像白痴一样!"
我:"......"
女问我:"同学你手机号多少?"
交换号码中...
女:"要是交练习你发消息给我~"转身逃课去...
我:"好!"
身边一女生:"早知道不来了,我又不会做,像白痴一样!"
我:"......"
女问我:"同学你手机号多少?"
交换号码中...
女:"要是交练习你发消息给我~"转身逃课去...
我:"好!"
现在后悔了,先前为什么不鼓励她,比如"flash很简单的,你一定行."之类的话语,也许比我无语的效果要好的多~
因为人很多时候是需要鼓励的:)
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Mail to blogger [MTB]
oh yeah~开通了mail to blogger功能真是爽啊~可以直接在手机上发邮件写博客,能实时更新,CPC你怎么封我都不怕鸟!俄哈哈哈~长啸归隐去:)
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
送护照 [else]
今天下午总算是拿到护照了，整整等了2周。褐色的封面，Danny说不好看，他喜欢美国那种蓝色的，54之。。。
然后发现护照有效期原来是10年= =lll，看着照片，想着10年后自己会是什么样子，咳咳～
去本部送护照挺不顺利的，搭不到黑车，只能做松4，结果到了汽车站，沪松线因为没车，还等了n久。
本部没想到这两个月里竟然跑了4，5次，已经熟门熟路了，上次去还被国际交流处老师拉去听华威大学教授的讲座，差点睡着T_T
回去的时候，真是一路顺风，交流处的一位老师正好要去松江，让我们搭她的车，bonus，俄哈哈～老师很健谈，一直在车上聊着，一提到她女儿，就特高兴，我其实也特高兴，原因么，大家都知道，我就不说了。。。
司机师傅很热心，特意把我们送到4期，感激下～
晚上陪B哥去乐购买行李箱，大的可以装尸体！！！
刚刚填完NUS的住宿在线申请表，那叫一个郁闷啊，没空调的9平方米的单人间，公共浴室，妈呀，新加坡你也太小了吧)_(
这两天估计是和刘姨娘贫嘴贫多了，嘴里生了个大大滴溃疡，疼死我啦！！！
在吃龟苓膏，希望明天能好~_~
然后发现护照有效期原来是10年= =lll，看着照片，想着10年后自己会是什么样子，咳咳～
去本部送护照挺不顺利的，搭不到黑车，只能做松4，结果到了汽车站，沪松线因为没车，还等了n久。
本部没想到这两个月里竟然跑了4，5次，已经熟门熟路了，上次去还被国际交流处老师拉去听华威大学教授的讲座，差点睡着T_T
回去的时候，真是一路顺风，交流处的一位老师正好要去松江，让我们搭她的车，bonus，俄哈哈～老师很健谈，一直在车上聊着，一提到她女儿，就特高兴，我其实也特高兴，原因么，大家都知道，我就不说了。。。
司机师傅很热心，特意把我们送到4期，感激下～
晚上陪B哥去乐购买行李箱，大的可以装尸体！！！
刚刚填完NUS的住宿在线申请表，那叫一个郁闷啊，没空调的9平方米的单人间，公共浴室，妈呀，新加坡你也太小了吧)_(
这两天估计是和刘姨娘贫嘴贫多了，嘴里生了个大大滴溃疡，疼死我啦！！！
在吃龟苓膏，希望明天能好~_~
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
测试
In 1959, I wrote my autobiography for an assignment in sixth grade. In twenty-nine pages, most half-filled with earnest scrawl, I described my parents, brothers, pets, house, hobbies, school, sports and plans for the future. Forty-two years later, I began writing another memoir, this one about the eight years I spent in the White House living history with Bill Clinton. I quickly realized that I couldn't explain my life as First Lady without going back to the beginning�Dhow I became the woman I was that first day I walked into the White House on January 20, 1993, to take on a new role and experiences that would test and transform me in unexpected ways.
Although I've had to be selective, I hope that I've conveyed the push and pull of events and relationships that affected me and continue to shape and enrich my world today.
Since leaving the White House，representing New York and U.S. Senator has been a humbling and daunting responsibility and when I hoped to write about more fully at a later time.The horrific events of Sep 11. 2001 made that clear by bringing home to New Yorkers and Americans the role we must all play to protect and strengthen the democratic ideals that have inspired and guided our nation for more than 200 years. These are the same ideals that is as far back as I can remeber or nurtured in me growing up.A political life, I've often said, is a continuing education in human nature, including one's own.
My eight years in the White House tested my faith and political beliefs, my marriage and our nation's Constitution and System of Government. I became a lightning rod for political and ideological battles waged over America's future and a magnet for feelings, good and bad, about women's choices and roles. This is the story of how I experienced those eight years as First Lady and as the wife of the President and how I made the decision to run for the U.S. Senator from NY and developed my own political voice.Some may ask how I could give an accurate account of events, people and places that are so recent and of which I am still a part. I have done my best to convey my observations, thoughts and feelings as I experienced them. This is not meant to be a comprehensive history, but a personal memoir that offers an inside look at an extraordinary time in my life and in the life of America.
I wasn't born a first lady or a senator. I wasn't born a Democrat. I wasn't born a lawyer or an advocate for women's rights and human rights. I wasn't born a wife or mother. I was born an American in the middle of the twentieth century, a fortunate time and place. I was free to make choices unavailable to past generations of women in my own country and inconceivable to many women in the world today. I came of age on the crest of tumultuous social change and took part in the political battles fought over the meaning of America and its role in the world.
My mother and my grandmothers could never have lived my life; my father and my grandfathers couldn't have imagined it. But they bestowed on me the promise of America, which made my life and my choices possible.
My story began in the years following World War II, when men like my father who had served their country returned home to settle down, make a living and raise a family. It was the beginning of the Baby Boom, an optimistic time. The United States had saved the world from fascism, and now our nation was working to unite former adversaries in the aftermath of war, reaching out to allies and to former enemies, securing the peace and helping to rebuild a devastated Europe and Japan.
Although the Cold War was beginning with the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, my parents and their generation felt secure and hopeful. American supremacy was the result not just of military might, but of our values and of the abundant opportunities available to people like my parents who worked hard and took responsibility. Middleclass America was flush with emerging prosperity and all that comes with it�Dnew houses, fine schools, neighborhood parks and safe communities.
Yet our nation had unfinished business in the post-war era, particularly regarding race. And it was the World War II generation and their children who woke up to the challenges of social injustice and inequality and to the ideal of America's promise to all of its citizens.
My parents were typical of a generation who believed in the endless possibilities of America and whose values were rooted in the experience of living through the Great Depression. They believed in hard work, not entitlement; self-reliance not self-indulgence.
That is the world and the family I was born into on October 26, 1947. We were middleclass, Midwestern and very much a product of our place and time. My mother, Dorothy Howell Rodham, was a homemaker whose days revolved around me and my two younger brothers, and my father, Hugh E. Rodham, owned a small business. The challenges of their lives made me appreciate the opportunities of my own life even more.
I'm still amazed at how my mother emerged from her lonely early life as such an affectionate and levelheaded woman. She was born in Chicago in 1919.In 1927 my mother's young parents, Edwin John Howell, Jr and Della Murray got divorced.Della essentially had abandoned my mother when she was only three or four, leaving her alone for days with meal tickets to use at a restaurant
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Although I've had to be selective, I hope that I've conveyed the push and pull of events and relationships that affected me and continue to shape and enrich my world today.
Since leaving the White House，representing New York and U.S. Senator has been a humbling and daunting responsibility and when I hoped to write about more fully at a later time.The horrific events of Sep 11. 2001 made that clear by bringing home to New Yorkers and Americans the role we must all play to protect and strengthen the democratic ideals that have inspired and guided our nation for more than 200 years. These are the same ideals that is as far back as I can remeber or nurtured in me growing up.A political life, I've often said, is a continuing education in human nature, including one's own.
My eight years in the White House tested my faith and political beliefs, my marriage and our nation's Constitution and System of Government. I became a lightning rod for political and ideological battles waged over America's future and a magnet for feelings, good and bad, about women's choices and roles. This is the story of how I experienced those eight years as First Lady and as the wife of the President and how I made the decision to run for the U.S. Senator from NY and developed my own political voice.Some may ask how I could give an accurate account of events, people and places that are so recent and of which I am still a part. I have done my best to convey my observations, thoughts and feelings as I experienced them. This is not meant to be a comprehensive history, but a personal memoir that offers an inside look at an extraordinary time in my life and in the life of America.
I wasn't born a first lady or a senator. I wasn't born a Democrat. I wasn't born a lawyer or an advocate for women's rights and human rights. I wasn't born a wife or mother. I was born an American in the middle of the twentieth century, a fortunate time and place. I was free to make choices unavailable to past generations of women in my own country and inconceivable to many women in the world today. I came of age on the crest of tumultuous social change and took part in the political battles fought over the meaning of America and its role in the world.
My mother and my grandmothers could never have lived my life; my father and my grandfathers couldn't have imagined it. But they bestowed on me the promise of America, which made my life and my choices possible.
My story began in the years following World War II, when men like my father who had served their country returned home to settle down, make a living and raise a family. It was the beginning of the Baby Boom, an optimistic time. The United States had saved the world from fascism, and now our nation was working to unite former adversaries in the aftermath of war, reaching out to allies and to former enemies, securing the peace and helping to rebuild a devastated Europe and Japan.
Although the Cold War was beginning with the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, my parents and their generation felt secure and hopeful. American supremacy was the result not just of military might, but of our values and of the abundant opportunities available to people like my parents who worked hard and took responsibility. Middleclass America was flush with emerging prosperity and all that comes with it�Dnew houses, fine schools, neighborhood parks and safe communities.
Yet our nation had unfinished business in the post-war era, particularly regarding race. And it was the World War II generation and their children who woke up to the challenges of social injustice and inequality and to the ideal of America's promise to all of its citizens.
My parents were typical of a generation who believed in the endless possibilities of America and whose values were rooted in the experience of living through the Great Depression. They believed in hard work, not entitlement; self-reliance not self-indulgence.
That is the world and the family I was born into on October 26, 1947. We were middleclass, Midwestern and very much a product of our place and time. My mother, Dorothy Howell Rodham, was a homemaker whose days revolved around me and my two younger brothers, and my father, Hugh E. Rodham, owned a small business. The challenges of their lives made me appreciate the opportunities of my own life even more.
I'm still amazed at how my mother emerged from her lonely early life as such an affectionate and levelheaded woman. She was born in Chicago in 1919.In 1927 my mother's young parents, Edwin John Howell, Jr and Della Murray got divorced.Della essentially had abandoned my mother when she was only three or four, leaving her alone for days with meal tickets to use at a restaurant
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Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
竟然解禁了0_+ [else]
我的blogger被封了大半个月，今天抱着“试试看的心态”登录下，竟然解禁了～看了左边陶陶的留言，那说明至少16号就已经可以登录了= =lll
半个月啊，兄弟姐妹们，憋都憋得我没话说了，况且这半个多月发生了太多事，暂且先列个框框 ，以后能写就写 ，懒得写了就权当留个纪念。
西塘
交流生
春游
PS：压榨刘娘 ～
to Radium：复旦徐汇校区在哪儿。。。
半个月啊，兄弟姐妹们，憋都憋得我没话说了，况且这半个多月发生了太多事，暂且先列个框框 ，以后能写就写 ，懒得写了就权当留个纪念。
西塘
交流生
春游
PS：压榨刘娘 ～
to Radium：复旦徐汇校区在哪儿。。。
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