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Faultage

Time posed in that machine…  

He happened to dig his CD player out when clearing some old stuff. The machine was in his hand now, he stared at it, knowing something was in it but could hardly pick them up by his mind.

It was the last time when the CD revolved in that machine with high speed making a little buzz and he cozily plunged himself into the sofa listening to Mozart’s Le Nozze de Figaro. The battery went out at very moment when the laser point stopped at the climax of the aria and the voice seized in the air. Time is dying in it, well kept, but already rotted in his mind.

Owning the iPod, he no longer collected the CDs from the underground markets, a click will link him to whatever he wants to hear now. Any piece was available by using the powerful searching engine. There’s no need memorize the specific singers and composers, no need to keep in mind the CD No. of the best editions, no need to run the melodies in mind in order to recognize them immediately when coming across them.

He felt a little pity with the machine when he sees it, a sense of losing something flared and soon dimmed its lucency in the dark. He put it aside and turned on his computer not to waste time on that antique. The breaking of time is blocked in the past, a moment the note was in High C. Fault lied in its place beneath time waiting for one day to be uncovered, yet its master has already forgot the moment it carried.

 

Farewell 

You’ve been in the dark for some while, not knowing how to handle with your computer, it is completely breaking down, you’ve been told that the tracks are seriously damaged beyond revision.

 These days are weird. You continuously lost things and broke things, no backup was prepared by you to come though these accidents. Things carry their stories and sentiments passed by you, going far far out of sight and vanished with little trail. You tried to grasp something, but the time when you realize their fleeing, they’ve already been distance away.

Memories can easily been worn out, like the minutes, like the hours, like the days. They secretly burn out before you reach to keep them. Once they’ve gone, there’s no way to trace them back. Memories, being overly relied on the modern techniques to keep, betrayed you easily.  

Half of the music files are not able to be transmitted to the new HD, you could see their names, but tried in vague to recover them. You wrote all the victims’ names down as a little mourning. They accompanied you going through the old days, with you to keep your emotions in. Whatsoever, they belong to the past, in an ever leaving manner ruthlessly passed by. Even you could, you are not chasing them back. Sounds gone, names remains, let them go.

 

Stagnation

Arco – Restraint

Cannibal Corpse – Tomb

Coralie Clement – Bye Bye Beaute

Deep Purple – Machine Head

Devics – If you forget me

Devics – My Beautiful Sinking ship

Devics – The Stars at Saint Andrew

Electonocute – I Tribute to Your Taste

Heidi Berry – Heidi Berry

In Slaughter Natives Resurrection – The Return of A King

Labytron – Witching Hour

Lou Reed – Rock n’Roll Animal

Low – I Could Live in Hope

Lunascape – Reflecting Seyelence

Mantovani – The Vert Best of Mantovani

Ordo Funebris – Canta a la morete (fibula triste)

Patrica Kaas – Tour de Charme 1994

Sneaker Pimps – Becoming X

Team Sleep – Unmastered

The Arrogants – Your Simple Beauty

The Grand Opening – Location EP

The Unicorns – 2014 EP

The Vines – Highly Evolved

Therion – Secret of the Runes

Yoyo Ma – Obrigado Brasil

左小诅咒 – 我不能悲伤地坐在你身边

摩登天空5

Coldplay – X&Y

Gwyneth Herbert – Bittersweet and Blue

M83 – Before the Dawn Heals Us

Mercury Rev – The Secret Migration

Moredith Monk – Book of Days

Mum – Finally We Are No One

Nightwish – Angels Fall First

Portish Head – Glory Times

Sophie Zelmani – Love Affair

Sophie Zelmani – Precious Burden

Therion – Deggial

Dido – Life for Rent

Hed Kandi – Winter Chill 06.02

Marilyn Monroe – The complete Recording

Michelle Branch – Hotel Paper

Paris Impression

Patricia Kaas – Piano Bar

光田康典X加藤正人 – Kirite

Cocorosie – Noah’s Ark

Guster – Lost & Gone Forever

Hyde – Roentfen

Cocteau Twins – Stars & Topsoil

The Mission – The First Chapter

Super Fury Animals – Rings around the World

Starsailor – Love is Here

Razorlight – Up all Night

Oasis – Don’t believe the Truth

Nico – Marble Index

Mansun – Closed for Business

非音乐 Vol.4

自由音乐 Vol.2

口袋音乐创刊号

Linkin Park – Metora

Blink 182 – Blink 182

Limp Bizkit – The Unquestionable Truth

Placebo – Placebo

Weezer – Maladroit

Depeche Mode – Violator

Bjork – Family Tree

Arcade Fire – Funeral

2046原声

Hana & Alice原声

Forest Gum原声

Closer原声

You’ve got the Mail原声

1984原声

剪刀手爱德华原声

Sly & Robbie Late Night Tales

The Corrs – Bomowed Heaven

Rebecca Pidgen – The Raven

Modonna – Music

Julie Zenatti – Comme Vous

Josh Groban – Closer

Elbow – Cast of Thousands

Avril – Under my Skin

Altan – The Best of Altan

1997 Helene 9

Noral Jones – Feel like Home

Patrcia Barber – Café Blue

Jazz Ladies

Amethystium – Evermind

Hotel Coster Vol.5

 

一再错失Lilas的生日，以及Lilas空间的生日，日子过了才发现没有来得及庆祝她们的成长，所以写一篇纪念的文章感谢Lilas和她的空间给予的encouragement and inspirations。

Lilas用metaphor的flexibility是最让人羡慕的，永远都有那样多的想象源源不断地流动。文字是叙述性的语言，在我看来，当对真实事件的叙述过多时，就很容易掩盖它背后感情的传递。读者只能通过事件来了解作者，事件了解的只是行为，而不是情感和目的。用metaphor并不像作为老师说的那样是为了给文章增添生动性，在metaphor里包含的思想可以远远超越借指与被指的事物本身。它其实联系了作者和读者某种感情上的共鸣，因为metaphot所激起的读者对于与自己相关的某一类想法或经历的回忆往往在感情上有某种相似性，而这种相似性恰恰是可以分享的。

广义上来说，metaphor不单单是通过借用其他的事物，还有包含在文字自身的谜语。多数时候，文字只承载他所要明确表达的意思，但当它变成艺术（用了一个很高贵的词）的时候。文字所采用的形式，包括词汇的选择与组合，长短句的搭配，韵律等是有传递感情的功能的。Lilas的文字里有颜色，有形体，有音乐，与其他艺术相联系的体验都搭在感情传递桥梁上。我是这样对待文字的，所以Lilas指此而言其它的时候总是能inspire me with sth. Extra。

很有意思的还有那种用词做引子，表达思想的流向和主题的方式，在Lilas较早的文章里总是能看到。后来我在无意识中就采用了这样的方式，先是有关很强烈印象的词汇，然后再是关于这个主题的展开。

Lilas画和摄影的作品虽然看得不多，但都很喜欢。在我看来，所有的艺术形式都具有这种隐喻的功能，只是使用的程度不一样。就像音乐（classical especially），很难把故事或感情很清晰地告诉听众。所以它采用的传递方式就是利用人类共同所有的对音乐内容的情感反应。在一定的音乐形式里，调性，节奏，音符，etc.组合在一起，给听众一种感觉，这种感觉是不需要文字辅助描述的，我尊重并且欣赏这种隐藏在“比拟”中的力量，从Lilas那里感受到的，还有更多更多的大师那里。比拟不是隐藏，不是欺骗，而是赋予表达的媒介更广泛的意义。这也就是Classical music能不断被explore的原因。他们不是要告诉我们什么，而是要激发灵感去concentrate on 我们提出的问题 。

其实，我把Lilas的东西在这里具体化了，那框框套起来就失去了作品本身的魅力。还是要去看“真品”才有味道。文字是自由的，表达是自由的，想象是自由的。祝亲爱的Lilas永远拥有这样的自由。

 

昨天Ice跟我讲了一个关于老婆饼的笑话，说是在面包房里，面包师傅不小心将一件莲蓉馅儿的老婆饼放在了盛满豆沙馅儿的老公饼的托盘里头卖。实际上，老婆饼比老公饼要贵四块钱一斤，而且莲蓉馅儿向来比都豆沙馅儿更受欢迎。所以啊，这只混在老公饼里头被“便宜”卖了的老婆饼就很骄傲了，心想她一定是最先被挑走的。谁知道来的顾客明明都见到漂亮的她了，可偏偏挑的都是老公饼。等呀等，最后只剩几个有残缺的老公饼，总算轮到她了吧，客人的夹子都擦过她身上了，还是把她孤零零的留在了盘子里。等到终于有可能被买走的时候，面包师傅嫌她长得不新鲜，扔进了垃圾桶里。I问我这是为什么，大家都不要老婆饼？我说这很简单呀，一件儿被混在便宜东西里卖的稍贵的东西，大家肯定认为她是有残缺的，不是不新鲜就是馅儿有问题。Ice说那人是不是也这样，排除异己？

我想了想，也许人是不一样的，每个人都有自己独特的地方，不像大小颜色内容相同的老公饼。Ice忽然问我这个，也许是因为她感到寂寞了。我们都想成为单个“个人”，但同时我们又是群体“个人”，这两个自己是不是站在两个背道而驰的方向上？我们在转向一个的时候是不是就背离了另一个？

天才有不同的答案。黑格尔的宏大让他一个人就成为了整个人类，所有的哲学史的伟大思想都汇流到他这里，向着黑格尔的方向奔来了。精神世界里矗立着的黑格尔打倒了所得个人，他就是他自己，他自己就是群体。

不喜欢黑格尔的Kierkegarrd说我们一定要忠于忠于自己，信仰是上帝，意识到个人的存在才能意识到于上帝的联系，因为“在上帝眼里，在无限的灵魂眼里，那些活着的和正活着的千万万人,不构成一个群体，他看到的只是一个一个的个体。”我们作为群体的个体不是“那个”个人，我们不应该闪躲在群众中隐起自己的面孔，以为这就获得了逃避面对自己的安全巢穴无异于精神自杀。

傲慢的尼采蔑视所有人，所有追随他人的人，所以他只要做自己，他是超越这个平庸阶级之上的超人。

实际上，无论结论是什么，他们在思想上都只忠于自己。他们的狂妄，他们卓越的智慧足以搭建一个完好，认为可以自恰的体系，并且毕生将他们这个“个体”填补得天衣无缝。我们只能仰望，无法模仿。我们在寻找自己的途中向他们要答案，那些答案又把我们引向自己，可这个“个人”又能给予自己什么？

有时候，我们自以为我们就是那块老婆饼，有变成孤独个体的资本。或许其实我们生来就被安顿好整齐排列在一起的老公饼，除了被选择，谁也离开不了谁。

June 22, dawn

 

来不及阅读任何文字资料，那个震撼人心的十字架就以它最强烈的方式忽然降临于我眼前。从建筑的内部拍摄，光被十字形开口紧紧的攫住，它是粗砺的，刺目的，即使是出现在照片里，我的眼睛同样被它刺痛。一支赤裸的十字里流溢出的光芒，如耶稣在渗入十字架里的血液，那些光，从圣洁的血液中发散，浸染了整个十字使它变得虚无。

的确，这是一个不可触摸的十字，饱含着光，最纯洁完满的形式。我甚至觉得安藤过于残忍，将所有的教徒弃于黑暗中，而用如此直白的方式泄漏了上帝之城的秘密—光—连接天界与世俗的纽带。挣扎在苦痛中教徒忽然被冲破万物的光所灼伤，那一刻的卑微感不是期待被救赎，而是直接被这神圣杀死。光与黑暗剧烈的反差令渺小的心灵止不住地颤抖。它触动了心之荆棘最尖利的那一颗刺。

我眯起眼睛令那亮度降到最低，可它仍以无限的能量放射，让我不得不紧闭眼睛躲进自我的黑暗。即使眼睛得到解脱，那道十字光也已渗入灵魂，重重的，挥之不去地萦绕。我不知道我恐惧什么，但看到它这一刹那的痛感过于深刻，我情不自禁的被吸引着吐诉我的罪恶。

夜晚是好的，月光是好的，静穆的十字架的光影投在教堂内的木质地板上召回原始而柔和的生命。在这种形式里，魔鬼是宽忍的，堕落是快乐的。

 

MSN遇到奇怪的问题，如何也登陆不了。半夜写出来的观后感于是搁浅。大概是长久不写博客，心里又开始痒痒，有一种不吐不快的感觉。解决方法--牢骚自己的生活，routine and superficial。奇怪，写了开头就发现我又在为开始一个topic做习惯性的解释，莫非我是一个目的论者??

 

妈妈晚上连着打来了三个电话来，我有些心不在焉，一边看网页，一边听妈妈的suggestions。结束谈话之前，妈妈说今天路过“优之良品”，问要不要给我带什么零食。我说不要，眼睛瞅到书架上的膨化食品，手的动作始终还是快过大脑的restriction。塞了好些到肚子里后才开始懊悔，不该在睡觉之前吃东西--明显重蹈昨天晚上的覆辙。昨天十二点钟的两片面包足足花了我四个小时将他们消耗殆尽才心安理得的上床睡觉。

 

四个小时里电脑反反复复地放着“迷失东京”，我的眼睛离开画面，耳朵里也满满是城市的声音。导演很细心，收集了每一个细节，构造出丰满的城市形象。从酒店游泳池里的回声到人群里小孩子叫妈妈的声音到寺庙的木鱼声，将那些片断串在一起，我们就可以身临其境。Exploring an unknown place是件很吸引人的事情，新鲜感使所有东西都成为探究的对象，以一个短暂的进入者的身份去看这里人们的生活，完全独立于他们的处境，反而比身处于和自己息息相关的环境中更容易产生共鸣。从城市上方的酒店的窗户里看到傍晚炽热的天空时，我就想到从家里西晒的房间里看到的夏天的日落，某年在北京遇到难得的晴郎，天空中也有这样的红色，还有Amsterdam晚上九点的夕阳...它们如此相像，以至于单独观看，并无法分辨出这是何处的天空。但添上天空地下的城市，便给景象贴上了标识。华灯初上的摩天大楼，或是熙攘的人群渐渐散去的游乐园，胡同里昔日王府家戏楼子的影子，或是平原和旷野。融合了观察者经历，他们激发出不同的情感。

 

在接到妈妈打来的电话之前，我正坐在月月的桌子那里“认真”地看国际经济学。一本已经被我荒废了两个星期以上的书。And then, it’s up to now…我没有要回到那张桌子那里去的意思，等我啰嗦完我的话，应该就到bed time了。五一的假很长，从28号开始放，只是很快就望到了头。放假前积了很多task等待大块的时间去完成。

 

晚上看了很多人的博客，认识的以及不认识的，大家在自述的时候，通通都变成了我的陌生人，博客里记录的生活和感情是我所不了解的，甚至与现实相距很远，把他们和我见到的他们联想在一起便显得多余。逛博客是一件once start就收不住脚的事情，从一家逛到另一家，停下来看看，已经跑了很远很远。文字是给人快感的，release它们的同时把快乐不快乐都交了出去，传递给看的人，而看的人又受了这些情绪的影响，写出的东西也许就染上了看过的博客的气氛渲染。At least我是这样的，从形式到感情都可以在不同的博客上找到genesis…我逛着，看着，情不自禁地感叹大家的文笔之好，尤其是在我无法说明的感觉被一语中的的时候。

 

最后，我停下来写自己的博客，word躺在羊黑色的background上。我能记得的最后一次见到羊还是在去年过生日的早上，21岁里见到的第一个熟人。羊是很少几个能让我感到温暖的朋友中的一个。我一直潜意识里排斥身体接触，精神上的无法共融使肉体上的联系变得别扭。但羊给我想拥抱的感觉。尽管我在羊的生活圈子以外，我甚至不知道她的近况，但羊的文字，带着我喜欢的个性。

 

过了十二点就是5号了，假期还剩下两天。4/5的时间飞逝过去我就不敢再回头看，后果只是叫人更心虚，这样不停不停的说话倒是可以填满他们。好吧，目的论的开头，目的论的结尾...

 

 

Tokyo

 

It was a fantastic city with all the packed streets, significant buildings, multi-culture visitors; a city combined with modern elements and old-line eastern tradition. Entering a new city asks for adaptations, it could be either short or long. For people who are sensitive of their surroundings, it could be weird and suffering.

They are both aliens with golden hair in the elevator, living in the same grand hotel, leading seemingly glorious lives and having trouble staying in Tokyo. This trouble appeared as a fuse to their further implacability of finding way in life.

 

Translation

 

The title of ‘Lost in Translation’ does much better than that of ‘Lost in Tokyo’ (the Chinese translation which loses the track). Well, Translation, what an abundantly connotated word put into the movie… It can be the discrepancy of culture, of age, of phases in life, of individuals, that needed to be translated…

 

Lost

 

Personally, movies concerning people’s embarrassments in life are my favorite. It’s always easy to get some sooth out of them. It doesn’t mean that they offer solution to fight with the plight, but when we see others’ worries, we know that we are not alone. Conundrums in life are universal to probe.

When people watch movies, we are always moved, may be by the sinuous experience of the characters as we always claimed, or rather, which seemed to me, by ourselves. We have unintentionally been making analogy between the character and our personal lives. The events that the movies made up can be totally different but the emotions were to some extend to be shared.

Up to the surface, I see something in common with Bob and Charlotte. I was not the movie star or the Yale philosophy student married to a photographer who could afford the room in Park Hyatt Tokyo. But the angst facing unknown future are the same. Lost in life is much more fearsome than in the city that makes one despair.

Even when one, in real life, knows who he is and what he wants as Bob did, his life was not easy. At the first few days, Bob thought it was the work that bothered him, then he found it was the facilities in Japanese hotels that was not so nice, the strange communication of people that was hard to bear and he believed the coming departure would cure the burden. However, it was not the case when he learnt his affection with Charlotte and the leaving day became harsh. The state of lost was that any further step wasn’t helping relieve the anxiety.

The movie is best suited for those who get lost in life, just as I do. We’ll found the situation and the emotions beat our own. We did the same thing as Bob and Charlotte did when life seemed to be indefinite-- wandering in the unknown streets, getting together with unknown people and leaving ourselves in the air.

 

A detailed movie

 

Simple plot, simple dialogue, disguised intricate psychology. The movie doesn’t have much things to reveal about Bob and Charlotte since the short time span of a week doesn’t have room for complicated story, especially when the story was intended to be close to real life.

The most intriguing feature of the movie is that the movie was shot in great detail--with places they went (temples, playrooms, pools…), scenes they saw(the modern Tokyo and the convention of Japanese marriage…), inessential people they met(young men playing PS, women doing ikebana), phone calls they made(either to close friends or to several different wives), and stupid things they did(watching women’s legs underwater, sitting in the bathtub daydreaming)… The details are elaborately made that we seem to be just at their angle to see the world. Every detail helped to dig more into the character’s state of mind and mix our experiences with theirs.

 

On the bed

 

This is the part I remember most clearly. Bob and Charlotte lying on the same bed, with suits wearing, then Charlotte said “I’m stuck,” at that moment, her feeling of boxed up was strongly felt. There’s no sure thing of her life yet, to be a writer? a good wife? or a betrayer of her husband? Nothing seems to be on the right track. Young and uncertain, compared to middle age’s certain but banal, and both, dominated by loneliness. They fell asleep then, more in a friend’s way. Charlotte was crouching like a baby.

 

Modern soap culture

 

Just as one of the thesis in The Weatherman. There is also a culture conflict in this movie. Both Bob and Charlotte don’t like the easy coming and going fun. Charlotte explores the culture background and meaning of human life refusing to accept the misuse of a litterateur’s name. Nor would Bob do, who prefers the living theatre than the inane advertisement and the laugh-manufacturing programs. Even their jokes were much more decent, every one with wit and British inheritances based on language rather than body acts. Also the part I enjoy.

 

Ambiguous love

 

It’s hard to say if that is the lover’s love between Bob and Charlotte. Maybe it’s more precise to put it as love between the lost. Their helplessness bumped into each other and coincidentally intrigued the pity and apprehension and this love was never going to be brought to the ground.

In the last scene, Charlotte was alone wandering on the street of Tokyo when Bob was on his luxurious car to the airport, then Charlotte’s back was in his view. He stopped the car and walked on toward her, for the first time he hugged and kissed Charlotte without hesitation. Bob whispered sth. to Charlotte, it was beyond our audition, some nice wish, we believe. They parted with their smile on the face which, to our expectation, left us a warm portend.

 

 

 

The movie has stroke me as a lot of surprises. I was intended for a funny movie while clicking the link which the website has linked in the aisle of funny movies. But it actually served as quite a bitter one and evokes so many experiences in real life.

Winter scenes…

I chilled all through the movie getting weltered in the acerbic jeer of life. The scene began when winter came but this winter was not showing a portent to pass. Major scene are shot in the grizzle and industrialized city. It starts with a roily life of the weather man, getting by lots of bothering, days dreary but with some hope of linked to a chance to work in New York. The tone turned especially gloomy when Dave’s father announced his cancer. Little comforting things were outweighed by the dominated tousle. There were some funny scenes in it but I’m just not feasible for that lol. The more laughable, the more ironic and bitter they raid me.

I noticed t he broke of the ice clothing the wood target and the melting of the shallow sea water surrounding the city. Spring was coming, it came with no polishing in life.

Flying fast-food

Depressing things never comes alone. Disgusting disturbances comes even when the people in dismal. Dave’s shots by the foods are closely related to his father’s death, a moment just after his father said that the result of his illness is pessimistic and another bid hotdog before attending his father’s living funeral. I felt the same outrage as Dave did, it had been so hyper-tensioned that no further annoy is allowed.

Dave summed up his experiences of being threw at by fast-food and got the conclusion that he was the public fast-food which is just trivial. Yet, aren’t we all in a fast-food era and turned into the product of the superficiality?

A big salary Vs. an unsuccessful life

It is not to say whether a good pay leads to success in life but it is ironic that the good news as excellent as a turning point to have a descent job in another city to start a wholly new life expires as futile. When life’s stuck in mud that hard to improve substantially, a way that can be thought of is to have a thorough clean off. Dave could have a chance like that, everything’s nearly brought under control-good salary to support a flourish life of the family, a new environment for his troubling children, a start over with his wife and a better treatment of his father… I was waiting for that well imagined new life to realize for Dave, but everything grew worse before the news to host the “Hello, America” came. He got the chance finally, too late to work out anything. It should have been cheerful but it came at the same time with his father’s living funeral and his wife’s decision to marry another man, someone he detested…

Man in trouble…

We thought we were doing the right things, for Dave, it might be calling his wife’s name and throwing a snowball to her intending to relax the in tensed atmosphere which broke her glasses; persistence to let his daughter finish the race with her leg broken(he didn’t know it however); sending her daughter(a fat girl) to the dance class; or just, things that seemed no harm.

We did things expecting the better result, however, they then drove into disasters, with reasons unexplained,

Everything’s fine…

I’m not sure whether Dave really thought his life has got no problem and is FINE when he answered such questions but he had been really well behaved to mask his distress. He thought he could get all things to the right place though it was not nice at the point and he had been trying hard. (The only thing which he didn’t get well I believe was the trust exercise with his wife when, for him, he believed it might be an opportunity to know his wife better.) His real problem is a necessary and proper channel to communicate with his family.

The releasing of the rage began when he knew his son’s bawdry by his counselor and the coming of his father’ death. The way to solve these problems are drastic, in contrast, the outcome are desirable…

The End with no ending

I didn’t predict the ending and there’s never need to be an end. We’ve got used to the movies with a huskily halt, things intermit to be either good or bad. Then we are filled with the sweet or sour stuffs as if it were the whole story. But it happened only as an episode in life. We will not stop in a finale and stay in that circumstance ever after, as long as life gets on, we are facing changing possibilities.

Weather forecast

Dave’s predicting weather as the weatherman although he didn’t have a degree in aerography, none of us did. We are forced to predict life from time to time despite we are non-professionals. The trend in life is just like the air pressure graphs, it might illustrate the coming weather to some degree but it is only a trend. “We never know where the winds blowing.” Missing the point is natural as the direction to which the wind blows is random. It is flooded with all kinds of possibilities.

Maybe that’s just the hardest part in life-elusory to get our future in hand. It is easy to tolerate a false predict but it’s hard to forgive ourselves plunging into a false one in life. I was the desperate bauble on fortune’s wheel, eagerly seeking to know the future but having made a lot of mistakes. The biggest one among them is to be too self-glorifying to act as if I could master my life wearing out to fight with the scholastic likelihoods.

Learning that weather’s in its change and so does the shapes of life does make a positive effect of the attitude we carry on.

这篇又是无故的牢骚。

 

刚刚发现新郎网上竟有那么多大牌的博客，从演员到作家到商界人士，互相链接着，一会儿点出了十几张。顿时大吃一惊。网络果然使世界透明，连公众最爱揣测的名人私生活也大而告知地贴在了网站上。那么娱乐版岂不是要失业？看花边新闻不如直接看明星日记…大概是大家希望看到的那一部分隐私还是得靠记者们辛勤刨出来，当事人不爱讲观众们爱听的新闻总还是有市场。

 

名人们挺累，忙这一天，还得写点东西给大家交待。诸多是非和烦恼，还是得憋在心里不可以吐出来让我们安慰。只是些不痛不痒的，敷衍的话，说了给大家看个新鲜。不像我们写着唱着的疯话，可以无顾忌的撒在自己的博客上。

 

还不等我看上几家的博客，IE就又非正常关闭。面前的枣子吃了大半，外头的天已经暗下来。宿舍的玥玥美女还在床上，只有我的键盘噼噼啪啪乱响。虽然说的都是废话，还是可以为一会儿再写论文找一个借口，费神不费脑的拼贴游戏。