废了半年我觉得多少也是该来涂几笔的时候了。最近半个月来四处玩乐，不亦乐乎。一回来工作就觉得恨不得挖个洞或者回火星去算了。加上半年没写过长句再下去连话怎么说都给忘了 = =
7月的时候考试没过。不开心了几天，然后仔细想了想。如果考过了，那么接下来的就要准备论文。我好好的反思了下自己究竟是从何时就开始考虑这个事情得出的结论是，就是到了悬崖边其实我也一直一直都没有想出来究竟有什么课题可以做。读书的时候就已经被死党评价过为嘴毒心善外加人情淡薄。很多事情懂了，左右两边都懂了，但是已经无法做出附和的决定，通俗点就是车轱辘话都写不来了。没考过差的那几分，如果当时临时抱佛脚再略微功利点其实就够了。但结果是那样又如何。好玩的是从我报名第一天起就不断的收到各种包过培训的短信，然后做昨天开始收到内部改分的短信。其中内涵大家都懂了。我定不下命题，编不出句子，写不出深意。鹤姐说反正明年还有一次。我仔细的想，也许真的就不要了。
接下来或许去找个新语言或者某个更对口的资质培训会更适合我一点。其事再议。
上个月底的时候开始疯狂的看live。说是疯狂，也仅针对墙内人民。如Agina这种一周就能追3个小场2个礼拜跑几个festival的，大约要下辈子投胎去墙外后才能实现。
作为一个上年纪的fan会有一种，能看到就好的感情。少了点狂热的鸡血后依然觉得自己的人生得到了救赎。在Cranberry场见到了来出差的Nisan，掐指一算第一次见面离相识过了将近10年。Suede上海场大概是年少时Diru场后最挤的一次，然后在香港也见到了Cindy，新认识了2个Blur fans…… 同住的姑娘淡然又美好，多谢你帮我买东西。3场下来筋骨俱疲头脑爽健，虽然自己知道这种满足后的失落会更顽固，但我们是追逐梦想的那美克星人嘛…………
9月将多假期，N个聚会，月底出游。身边朋友新跳槽，港企转入民营，虽说一样的坑爹，但是多了一样抱怨，说周周如宣言一般集体朗诵公司训诫，实在令人窘迫。我又开始胡思乱想最近花了很多时间读完的【No.6】。精神自由，是不是真的只能是乌托邦。
工作不表，赚自己的面包总是这样的。
大约，就以上吧。看，我到最后又开始不知所云，说话风格别扭诡异。改不了了。
7月的时候考试没过。不开心了几天，然后仔细想了想。如果考过了，那么接下来的就要准备论文。我好好的反思了下自己究竟是从何时就开始考虑这个事情得出的结论是，就是到了悬崖边其实我也一直一直都没有想出来究竟有什么课题可以做。读书的时候就已经被死党评价过为嘴毒心善外加人情淡薄。很多事情懂了，左右两边都懂了，但是已经无法做出附和的决定，通俗点就是车轱辘话都写不来了。没考过差的那几分，如果当时临时抱佛脚再略微功利点其实就够了。但结果是那样又如何。好玩的是从我报名第一天起就不断的收到各种包过培训的短信，然后做昨天开始收到内部改分的短信。其中内涵大家都懂了。我定不下命题，编不出句子，写不出深意。鹤姐说反正明年还有一次。我仔细的想，也许真的就不要了。
接下来或许去找个新语言或者某个更对口的资质培训会更适合我一点。其事再议。
上个月底的时候开始疯狂的看live。说是疯狂，也仅针对墙内人民。如Agina这种一周就能追3个小场2个礼拜跑几个festival的，大约要下辈子投胎去墙外后才能实现。
作为一个上年纪的fan会有一种，能看到就好的感情。少了点狂热的鸡血后依然觉得自己的人生得到了救赎。在Cranberry场见到了来出差的Nisan，掐指一算第一次见面离相识过了将近10年。Suede上海场大概是年少时Diru场后最挤的一次，然后在香港也见到了Cindy，新认识了2个Blur fans…… 同住的姑娘淡然又美好，多谢你帮我买东西。3场下来筋骨俱疲头脑爽健，虽然自己知道这种满足后的失落会更顽固，但我们是追逐梦想的那美克星人嘛…………
9月将多假期，N个聚会，月底出游。身边朋友新跳槽，港企转入民营，虽说一样的坑爹，但是多了一样抱怨，说周周如宣言一般集体朗诵公司训诫，实在令人窘迫。我又开始胡思乱想最近花了很多时间读完的【No.6】。精神自由，是不是真的只能是乌托邦。
工作不表，赚自己的面包总是这样的。
大约，就以上吧。看，我到最后又开始不知所云，说话风格别扭诡异。改不了了。
PR
春天了.....大家都很忙很暴躁...
自个儿画好妆打扮好去M50看梦游娃娃.
豆瓣活动上已经看过,说只有很小的地方几个展品罢了.要说,不过是一个画廊办的活动,拿到这些展品应该已经花了不少钱了.而且又不卖门票的.
M50是个,完全没有人的地方.....不过偶尔看到的姑娘们都打扮的挺好的.基本上只有画廊,空旷的一塌糊涂.
毕业后就没写过总结，只能写个流水帐。加上我愿望很多，希望各路神仙不要嫌我烦=v=
家庭
我最爱我爹我娘了！作为一个很拧的女儿，虽然主意很大，但是你们在我心中永远是第一位的。没有任何商量的余地。愿他们身体健康，不要多操心，多为自己想想，享受他们热爱的生活。
朋友们
姐妹们我也爱你们！虽然我喜欢吐槽你们泼你们冷水，但是爱你们的心是最真的。愿大家新一年事事顺利，找到二十四孝好老公，有足够的钱吃喝腐败，个个美丽多金！
工作学习
2年前决定曲线的去争取一个更高的学习，明年继续考试。论文无着落但总会有办法的。工作上能有个更好的收入。能足够支持我无事制备些行头，跟萨姐小托她们一起出去旅行。
还有什么？真是简单。反正我也写不出什么愿世界和平，人类祥和。我只能说，世界很操蛋，但是我们心中都有一片依然美好的地盘。我们的目标是，生活地更三俗，生活的更真实。Keep the Faith！
How good it should be to attend a gig for one of your favorite singer, and how sad it was ruined by the fucking organizor...................
I was supposed to enjoy a small gig of Brett Anderson. Suede used to be my top band and I just love BA's voice. Never think I will have the chance to see him in my country but it became true months ago. Pre-ordered tickets and got the position at the third row right in front of him. It was like a dream that second after second, he was going to be there, on the stage, 1 meter away.
It was 9.25 pm and finally here he was. Familiar black dress shirt, familiar smile on the edge of mouth corner. When he started, people cried out. It was like dream. oh yes, a dream. Cruelly been distroied by a unbearable noise from the speaker. He stopped, started again, the noise's there again. He stopped, again; took his tambourine, started, again. But this time the power box of the keyboard just burnt out!
So he left the stage.
We saw staff walking on, starting to check equipments. One person from the organizor announced they got tech problem and would try to fix it within 15min. So we wait. wait. wait. Standing in the row, chatting, playing games. I hated those at the behind rows shouting 'refund!' I was there hoping the gig to start again, not a refund or anything!I just want him back.
It was a very long hour.
Anxious became disappointment when Brett finally came back and said to us, there was no electricity and they could not continue.
There was girls crying, shouting his name and said, please stay, don't go. We have been wating for you so long.
Not means the hour, but the years.
He left.Minutes late, came back, with his guitar.
No word could exactly discribe our joy at that moment when he started to sing The Empress. Only with his guitar, even no mic.
The venue was quite, so quite. Only his guitar and voice. Then there was the chorus, when we sang together.
He blew kisses and waved goodbye.
It was desparate watching him talking with his crew and live members just at the side gate to the back stage. It was heaven when they came back again.
Seven songs without microphone. That's what we had. Because his kind heart.
There were girls quietly whipping tears beside me but kept singing the songs, there were dickheads shouting stupid things and wanted to start a quarrel. I'm too tired to complain about the organizor's stupidity letting us wait for 3 hours to get the refund. All my strength was used to remember the kindness and gentleness of him. Always on my top list.
SETLIST
01 - The Empress
02 - Wheatfields
03 - Brittle Heart
04 - Back To You
05 - The Hunted
06 - Julian's Eyes
07 - Funeral Mantra
I was supposed to enjoy a small gig of Brett Anderson. Suede used to be my top band and I just love BA's voice. Never think I will have the chance to see him in my country but it became true months ago. Pre-ordered tickets and got the position at the third row right in front of him. It was like a dream that second after second, he was going to be there, on the stage, 1 meter away.
It was 9.25 pm and finally here he was. Familiar black dress shirt, familiar smile on the edge of mouth corner. When he started, people cried out. It was like dream. oh yes, a dream. Cruelly been distroied by a unbearable noise from the speaker. He stopped, started again, the noise's there again. He stopped, again; took his tambourine, started, again. But this time the power box of the keyboard just burnt out!
So he left the stage.
We saw staff walking on, starting to check equipments. One person from the organizor announced they got tech problem and would try to fix it within 15min. So we wait. wait. wait. Standing in the row, chatting, playing games. I hated those at the behind rows shouting 'refund!' I was there hoping the gig to start again, not a refund or anything!I just want him back.
It was a very long hour.
Anxious became disappointment when Brett finally came back and said to us, there was no electricity and they could not continue.
There was girls crying, shouting his name and said, please stay, don't go. We have been wating for you so long.
Not means the hour, but the years.
He left.Minutes late, came back, with his guitar.
No word could exactly discribe our joy at that moment when he started to sing The Empress. Only with his guitar, even no mic.
The venue was quite, so quite. Only his guitar and voice. Then there was the chorus, when we sang together.
He blew kisses and waved goodbye.
It was desparate watching him talking with his crew and live members just at the side gate to the back stage. It was heaven when they came back again.
Seven songs without microphone. That's what we had. Because his kind heart.
There were girls quietly whipping tears beside me but kept singing the songs, there were dickheads shouting stupid things and wanted to start a quarrel. I'm too tired to complain about the organizor's stupidity letting us wait for 3 hours to get the refund. All my strength was used to remember the kindness and gentleness of him. Always on my top list.
SETLIST
01 - The Empress
02 - Wheatfields
03 - Brittle Heart
04 - Back To You
05 - The Hunted
06 - Julian's Eyes
07 - Funeral Mantra