为什么我前段时间写了噶多的阴文，to wit：

大家有没有发现，我们经常自言自语，不管是独处时还是和别人一起的时候。

我心情好的时候，就一边跳，一边大声自言自语，自问自答，鬼脸做做，怪声发发，对着镜子东西吃吃电话打打，寝室里面蹦跶来蹦跶去，对着窗外大叫，啊，春天好美，我好开心呀。。。哈哈哈，就好像现在这样，我好开心奥。。。

在我比较down的时候，我不知道该找谁说话。我也只能自言自语，不过这个时候，我一般比较silent，哭天喊地，对着电话一哭二闹三上吊可不好。我就假想一个对象，把全部的难过统统都讲出来。

而我最不喜欢独享快乐，也不愿意独酌苦恼。于是，你们会看到我的blog，它一会儿很high一会儿很down，让容易晕车或者晕船的你常常泛起阵阵干呕。

那位什么我前段时间狂写阴文呢？

因为我在意淫，一个美国佬，他成了我的听众。

晚间去荡了个小西湖。下午收到Patrick老师短信，说是这weather太awesome鸟，千万别忘了去enjoy，说下礼拜要找我聊天。不是大叔就是老师，次次都这样，哎……

想想这weather的确是awesome，于是一个人坐在湖边的长椅上，见行人匆匆打我面前走过。大多是情侣，有时是三口之家。好像一经过我面前他们就要停下来演一出精心的戏，而观众只有我一个，演好之后他们便匆匆退去，消逝在了夜幕之中。每当情侣们行至我面前，男人总要停下来用各种各样千奇百怪的肢体动作为女人解释些什么，而女人们便只得笑。三口之家的孩子都爱唱歌，他们唱我们的祖国是花园，花园里花朵真鲜艳……哈哈，我就跟着他们的调哼起来，哇哈哈呀哇哈哈呀，我们的笑容乐开颜。歌词是这样的吧……嘎嘎，反正我是这么唱的，好有趣呀，哈哈o(∩_∩)o…

也是个，这阴文不能再写下去了，越写人越阴，要写也得写洋文。

最近我爱上个事儿，我忽然间爱上了发出各种各样奇怪的声音，对着镜子做各种各样难看的表情。有时候我学傻子，有时候我装死人，有时候我就扮演老年痴呆症患者。每当这样做，我都会得到无穷无尽的快感。这怕是小时候留下的积习，时隔多年，又被我捡了回来。

珍爱生命，远离阴文！从今天起，我要像长袜子皮皮一样！像长袜子皮皮一样端庄地生活，像长袜子皮皮一样端庄地捣蛋，像长袜子皮皮一样不声不响地用那一双稚嫩的小手举起一匹丰满的母马！哇咔咔咔咔……长袜子皮皮，你不知道，我是多么的爱你！

Let me finish the log I wrote yesterday. Why the sound of typing is so noisy, especially for the key of Dell, for none of my roommates’ key board is as noisy as mine.

The summer is really coming. I’ve missed the gorgeous sakura, the tulip, but didn’t miss the vivid spring which could bring all the sadness to every mortal, including me. I see, I’ll take the camera along with me, anyhow, the weather today is awesome.

Yeah…the dream yesterday afternoon. After the news, I was in an old garden, above me is the vines, wounding about the trellis. It was in my childhood, humid, a little bit dark. Sometimes it seems like the backyard of my grandma’s, I saw my grandpa sitting on a cane chair, in the open air, yes, it was rainy, just like the picture in Takovsky’s movies.

Then, it was the time for dinner, my roommates was trying to wake me up. It was in the reality. But in the dream, I exerted myself to open my eyes. I opened for a second, then closed again, I saw the room changed. It became larger. I saw a picture of scenery, the predominate colour is dark green, maybe it was done by oil. Than, the horrible thing happened, between the tow beds, the desks disappeared, instead, it was something seems like a bier. In the dream I fell asleep again, I told myself, no, it was not true, it was because, I mix the tow directions, actually, the picture is the side of the window. I tried to open my eyes again, but the scene remained, never changed…I fell asleep again, until Smile woke me up.

Maybe I’m under too heavy pressure of the going abroad affairs, I told my friends I don’t wanna go to England, I just want to go to Canada. However, thing does not always go in the way as you want.

After seeing half of the movie mirror (by Andrei Tarkovsky, I’m not clear if the English name is correct), I fall asleep. It is about 3:40in the afternoon, I told my peers to wake me up when they were going to Melody’s dinner. Yes, she got a 10,000 scholarship last semester, so she invited the whole class for dinner.

Near my waking up, I dreamed. At the very beginning, it was a close-up picture of tow men in yellow on a shaking boat. It seems like a piece of news on TV. In England, yeah, I’m sure, the tow men said it was in England. They were suffering from flood. Behind them, heavy waves hammered. They were reporting the news. Suddenly, a big wave turned the boat over, one of the tow men fell down from it, and drowned. The other seemed unaware of it continued to report it, with full of enthusiasm. I was so worried, then, the camera panned out to show a view of the whole scene, I got a picture of crowded people standing around the water, it was rainy, or otherwise, at least humid. They were talking, crying, discussing, a big clutter. I saw some one pulling a long tie, I got the idea that the men in the water were tied by it.

Continue tomorrow…sweet dream…

Didn’t fell asleep till 2 o’clock last night. Sending message to Xiaomi, cried and cried. But he had no idea about my extreme sadness. I had thought he was the very person that facing whom I needn’t to explain anything, however, I was wrong.

I can’t find any person to whom I’m able to express my inside fluently, even though I don’t utter a word. It is all the sorrow about a single lady. Around me, everyone, every of them seem so busy, dealing with their own biz and their own happiness, yes, of course, as well as their own sadness.

Have to admit that I feel lonely, yes, I feel lonely, extremely and incessantly, every day, every hour, during every stop between my breaths.

This morning, I woke up by the alarm, groggily feeling something was hurting me, not inside as you thought but on the wrist, ah…the damned bracelet. I found quite a shiner on my hand; I know it was because the blood couldn’t run smoothly.

Sometimes, I don’t think I’m a good daughter, a good friend or a good lover. I never know how to share with others, even when I’m trying to do that, my behaviors will seem rather clumsy and like a pretence, I well aware of all of this about myself.

May I pretend to be disappeared for a week? Turn of the mobile the internet, all of these fucking facilities, may I?

Anyhow, it’s a nice day today.