What it used to be 1 year ago:
Me:
Girl Next Door
Cute, fun, and sweet, you're Sandra Bullock, Jennifer Aniston, and Meg Ryan all rolled up into one — the perfect Girl Next Door. Naturally pretty, unpretentious, and generous, you demand your share of respect, but you aren't particularly high-maintenance. What's your ideal date? Probably a Blockbuster night — you don't mind skipping an evening on the town if it means getting some old-fashioned snuggling on the sofa. Careful yet spontaneous, you're a little bit of the Guy's Girl, a smidge of Sorority Sister (the nice kind), and just a hint of the Hippie Chick. But you've got an appeal that's all your own, which is why the guys can't stay away. People are attracted to your strong values and traditional ways. Your winning smile, bright eyes, and loving nature will make anyone want to hold on tight and never let go.
My type:
PREPPY
If he's conservative, friendly, and clean-cut, he's just your type! You fall hard and fast for the Preppy guy. Whether it's his handsome appearance or his impeccable hygiene, this guy's a safe bet! He's fun and social without being immature or wild. Your guy's refined, runs with a cool crowd, and has got a little cocky side to him. This yuppie male is always put together well. He's just cool, calm and collected. Another quality that draws you to him is his ambition. He aims for success and follows whatever path will lead him there. You respect how he always makes time for his friends, and has a tendency to be a little goofy at times. With this cheeky, well-groomed guy, you can rest assured that you will live the American dream!
NOW
Me:
Intellectual
If you were one of Charlie's Angels, you'd definitely be Sabrina, the brains behind the operation. Besides the fact that you're well-read and have an insatiable desire to learn, you can hold your own in any intellectual sparring match. With a wall full of diplomas, or at least a few in the works, your hobbies and interests reflect your intelligence. Whether you're reading the New York Times or catching up on the latest independent film, it's clear that your wheels are always spinning. You probably aced your SATs, tend to scoff at "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" (even though you know all the answers), and kick butt at Trivial Pursuit. Guys love the challenge of trying to seduce you. Your brainpower drives them crazy, and you're smart enough to know that it puts you in the driver's seat.
My Type:
ARTISTE
Creative. Sensitive. A bit offbeat. Your type is the Artiste. A man who knows how to express himself in many ways. Whether it's through words, music or attire, this guy is unique. You're attracted to his unconventional ways and his remarkable talents. He doesn't feel compelled to abide by the norms set by society. He believes that individuality is the key to happiness. Everything he does is a reflection of his "inner self." You fall head-over-heels for such confidence and style. Whether playing a song he wrote for you or writing you a love letter, this guy knows how to make you feel special. He's in touch with his feminine side, and feels no need to assert his masculinity just to feel manly. If we were to paint a picture of your future, the Artiste would definitely be part of it!
So... I guess that people DO change....
let's wait and see what will happen in a year
Monday, August 30, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
The Last Day Of Summer
By: 血花
【风是虚假的掩饰】
大风吹起。
风在风中。
群山变得苍凉。
在风中你认不清自已驶往的方向。
群山苍莽,
依旧在天边泛着淡灰的青大风卷过,
城市空落像随风而起的尘埃,
那些人群被刮向山外的远方木屋遗落,
在暗处的灰尘中落定倾刻,
群山在大风中斜着插入天空的姿势
更加庄重
天际的天空依旧在天际
勾勒着惯常的:
蓝 灰 青 白 黑的穹穹弧线
而此刻流过的低云,
有着一张泪线长成的脸
雷电破空而来
从九天深处大地
悚然万千幽闭次弟而开
那些山上的墓穴
尸骸迸溅向天空
射出花朵
茺凉 幽深 宁静
你站在倾盆大雨之中象树叶一样颤栗,
闪光。
【妈妈】
父亲站在阳台旁
用脏话遮住了一些雨花
当夜色降临
哥哥就会跟我
守着窗台望着远处
山外山的那边
横着一条很宽的马路
许多放学的孩子
他们穿着漂亮的衣服
每一个都是妈妈的骨肉
【伏击】
据说爱情很从容
它扭住了情的藤
在你阳台盛开芬芳
而除去爱情
它发誓不在出售终身的幸福
【仿佛久违】
一大片的田野
长满了荞麦
白色的花朵
象一场雪降临
我从没见过荞麦
也没见过你
【调子】
学会在成长中
恭维他人
渴望得到一个冰镇的可乐
在他人的怀中,
我便矫情的试图夺过
【都一样也都不一样】
云儿飘飘
这些年来都一样
胡同里的雨
总是最后才干
我们的表情变化了
无所谓
走到哪个厨房都一样
这些年都一样
叶儿沙沙
太阳像一个花圈
戴在头上
日子便一天天死亡
抓紧时间
迅速枯萎
迅速下滑
躺下
门关上
把世界挡在外面
躺下吧
站起来 就是一种痛
人们否弃上帝
或是因为世界如此糟糕
或是因为世界如此美好
没有人的上帝
上帝没有人性
害怕孤单
入睡害怕耳朵进水
睡下来的身体在疯跑
一年一年
大家都一样
大家兜着钱
走在路上有风扑面而来
都一样
【丧失】
阳光
在蓝天背后
蓝了天空后面
大地倒挂着
一群人沉默地伏在那里
一分一秒的意义静静无语
仿效花与鸟禽,
仿效雨,
阳光倾听
真实之沉默
【突然转身】
看着站在身旁
这个像是驻足等待谁的人
这个穿平底鞋长发纷扬的人
这个目不转睛的顶着商店里电视看的女人的
朴素而干净的小乳房我
真想让中国导演像诗人一样
一个个饿死
【风是虚假的掩饰】
大风吹起。
风在风中。
群山变得苍凉。
在风中你认不清自已驶往的方向。
群山苍莽,
依旧在天边泛着淡灰的青大风卷过,
城市空落像随风而起的尘埃,
那些人群被刮向山外的远方木屋遗落,
在暗处的灰尘中落定倾刻,
群山在大风中斜着插入天空的姿势
更加庄重
天际的天空依旧在天际
勾勒着惯常的:
蓝 灰 青 白 黑的穹穹弧线
而此刻流过的低云,
有着一张泪线长成的脸
雷电破空而来
从九天深处大地
悚然万千幽闭次弟而开
那些山上的墓穴
尸骸迸溅向天空
射出花朵
茺凉 幽深 宁静
你站在倾盆大雨之中象树叶一样颤栗,
闪光。
【妈妈】
父亲站在阳台旁
用脏话遮住了一些雨花
当夜色降临
哥哥就会跟我
守着窗台望着远处
山外山的那边
横着一条很宽的马路
许多放学的孩子
他们穿着漂亮的衣服
每一个都是妈妈的骨肉
【伏击】
据说爱情很从容
它扭住了情的藤
在你阳台盛开芬芳
而除去爱情
它发誓不在出售终身的幸福
【仿佛久违】
一大片的田野
长满了荞麦
白色的花朵
象一场雪降临
我从没见过荞麦
也没见过你
【调子】
学会在成长中
恭维他人
渴望得到一个冰镇的可乐
在他人的怀中,
我便矫情的试图夺过
【都一样也都不一样】
云儿飘飘
这些年来都一样
胡同里的雨
总是最后才干
我们的表情变化了
无所谓
走到哪个厨房都一样
这些年都一样
叶儿沙沙
太阳像一个花圈
戴在头上
日子便一天天死亡
抓紧时间
迅速枯萎
迅速下滑
躺下
门关上
把世界挡在外面
躺下吧
站起来 就是一种痛
人们否弃上帝
或是因为世界如此糟糕
或是因为世界如此美好
没有人的上帝
上帝没有人性
害怕孤单
入睡害怕耳朵进水
睡下来的身体在疯跑
一年一年
大家都一样
大家兜着钱
走在路上有风扑面而来
都一样
【丧失】
阳光
在蓝天背后
蓝了天空后面
大地倒挂着
一群人沉默地伏在那里
一分一秒的意义静静无语
仿效花与鸟禽,
仿效雨,
阳光倾听
真实之沉默
【突然转身】
看着站在身旁
这个像是驻足等待谁的人
这个穿平底鞋长发纷扬的人
这个目不转睛的顶着商店里电视看的女人的
朴素而干净的小乳房我
真想让中国导演像诗人一样
一个个饿死
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