In the science fiction television series
Stargate Atlantis, there is an
alien race by the name of Wraith. They feed on the 'life-force' of
humans through a sucking organ in their hands. Once they put their
sucking hand on you, in merely a few seconds you will decay from a
young person into a dried corpse. Meanwhile, they don't suck up
catches at once; instead, most of the captured humans are stored in
cocoon-like chambers in a state of coma. When the time comes
another supply of food is needed, a fresh store shall be
supplied.
They call the planets inhabited by humans 'farms'.
They are social animals. Usually a Wraith hive ship is ruled by a
Queen Wraith, with millions of Guard Wraithes working for her. Most
of them think alike. No pities to humans. Humans are merely animals
they keep in the farms. It is simply wise to keep them populate at
a reasonable rate, s
It is almost the same
as
watching a TV show.
A train crash, all of a
sudden.
A driver letting the shaft
thrust into him
so that his train may stop.
Falling—
People are
crying.
People are
shaking.
People are dying.
People are dying.
and your newly wedded husband, of
course :-)
Yesterday, Ginny, you officially became the wife
of a young man, whom i havn’t met yet. I was thinking about how it
is going on at your wedding, thousands of miles from me. I want to
be present, I really do; sometimes we just cannot get whatever we
want, like that I had to stay here in Beijing, far away from you. I
hope you don’t mind. After all, I’m going to see you when it is
possible, and this is a promise.
Factually, I havn’t seen you for over 3 years.
Your sweet smiles, however, impresses me so deeply that I can
almost draw them exactly as they were years ago. Sweet,
smiling—yes, that’s how you were, and are always, no matter how
tough the situation is, or how sad you are
The idea occur to me while I was listening to the graduation
collection by google music. The particular song can be called
“Model Love Letter”by a famous campus folk singer.
I first got the song back in HZ from a girl I havn’t known
enough. There was much talking about her, partially good and
partially bad. I wished to become a real good friend of her. The
other day I chatted with her on the internet and suggested to
exchange our favorite songs—people can be well known through their
choice of reading, listening and watching, I believed. She gave me
three songs, one of which was exactly the Model Love Letter.
Three songs were not enough, I guess. Although those songs were
pleasant to my ear, I could not sense any other deep feelings of
her, no sense of confusion, agnoy, anger, ecstacy, worry… nothing
at all, except for that she probably had wanted to experience
pleasant romances. The want for romance was such a common trait for
human beings, so I still felt h
Have been working for a whole month…
During the first month of my career life, the sense of
insecurity accumulates, about the globe, the country, my hometown,
my nearest and dearest relatives and friends, and my self.
The news daily editor job keeps me updated everyday--
Reading all the earthquakes, plane crashes, political turmoil,
and all the sayings about the doomsday, I seriously begin to worry
about the future of the globe;
Reading all the propaganda lies, psycho killers, wired freak
shows, celebrity trifles, and all the illogical news comments, I
cannot see a promising future of the country, and its culture,
either;
The recent rampage rainfalls affect my hometown as well. The
huge Dam(n!) reports leaks and geological deforms. We have
lost our hometown once, for the construction of the Dam. I’m so
worried that we may lose our secondary hometown once again for the
consequences of the Dam construction…
I’m so far away from
Writing blog while working, again.
Weather, really good in the recent few days. Feels like it is
really going to summer…
Don’t know whether there is still chances for agriculture to
recover. Heard about vegetables and rice going price-up, my worries
become truth.
Well, wierd climate this year, and the recent few years! Across
the network, people are talking about the doomsday. For my case,
2012 cannot be the final solution. Ultimately, I cannot accept the
doom theory, which leaves every and each effort to make amends in
vain.
“We are going to die soon anyway, why bother!” people say.
Factually, the 2012 hypothesis is merely one disguise for their
neo-cynicism. Nowadays, people who care become heresy and end up in
jail…
Silence for the Commemoration
It is really weird that I am so tired after the short vacation,
for that I just went out and had fun on the second day.
Time: 13:00-21:00, 2nd May;
Weather: sunny, hot and windy, and—dusty;
Place: Haidian Park, Beijing;
Event: Midi Music Festival;
I took part in one of the “liberal” activities held in Beijing
eventually. The music festival was not so satisfying as I expected,
but as a whole it was OK. Among the five stages, I preferred Tang
and Ming, the Rock and the Folk one (No doubt about this). The
bands performed at the main stage of Tang were great, while the
Ming guys almost gave me a cultural shock—as a southerner, the
direct way of appealing the audience was really shocking.
The special drink provided in Ming was expensive but nice—RMB
30yuan for one small serve, with lemon, mint, ice cubes and some
unknow spirit. I was drinking it alone while a girl was singing
quietly, and—I fell asleep!
Writing this blog while working…
This is the first week for me to work in Beijing, as a
intellectual property analyst in a biotech company headquartered
back in Nanjing.
My company, founded in 2009, Beijing branch, majored in the
application of intellectual property rights for the research
achievements of the company;
My colleges, used to work for the four top consultant companies,
mostly young and, female;
My daily work, patent translation and net surfing (information
collecting), hope for more responsibility in the near future;
My salary, below the comfortable standard for now;
My busiest hour: in the morning, rushing in the subway, on the
way to the company…
While on the train, I am thinking, well, I’m working and living
in this city now. About this city, I’ve heard a lot-my singer
granny, my dreamed university, and several writers. Now it’s time
for me to experience it.
Wish me a happy ending.
十年之前，静，我们初次见面，那时你的穿着我已依稀记不清了，只记得你有些高傲，又有些防备的神情。我颇为笨拙地与你搭讪——我当时也还是一个害羞的小女孩，而你似乎没领会到我的“幽默”。
渐渐地，我们还是成为了朋友。或许我的记忆出错，但是高一的那次运动会期间，我们在双杠处玩耍，你的确向我透露过你的“男友”的故事。在那个几乎人人都懵懂青涩的年代，你在我心目中几乎成为了成熟和勇敢的化身；哪怕你在跑1500米时摔倒退赛，也没有影响你的光辉形象。哪知道，两年前我的初次上海之行，你居然告诉我，你那时根本没有恋爱的胆量！（我再一次惊讶地发现，自己和他人的记忆有这么大的差别。博尔赫斯，博尔赫斯！）
我想，这世界上总是有这么一类女子，总是抬着美丽的脖子，优雅的侧影让人感觉高不可攀。可是，静，当你向我倾诉你那些失意的往事时，我仿佛是和你一起，站在上海某个老旧小区的一把破椅子旁嚎啕大哭。昏黄的路灯光照在头上，偌大的世界，本应优雅满足的你，却无比憔悴。这让我很心疼。
静，用棕黄色信笺给我写信的你，读中文系的浪漫的你，一直在电话那边安慰鼓励我的你，在高考结束后那个漫长而闷热的夏天里穿着一袭
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