这是我的第一个layover航班，摄于印度的trouvendour海滩。那时我的脸上什么都没有，有的只是兴奋。

外出在楼下大厅遇到catherine，一个人坐在电脑前，很sad，过去抱了抱她，amanda走了。她们俩，一个来自melbourne，一个来自perth，从培训到现在，逛街，申请航班，party，运动，甚至回澳大利亚，都分秒享受在一起，如今a觉厌倦了，便甩了甩胳膊回家了。临行C帮她收拾一切，送她远行，谁也不知道她们什么时候再见面，其中谁又会更快的忘记分别走回自己的世界。

最后一次见A已是一月前时，证件包是她所在航班同事带回机场的，两人坐在车内聊天，她温柔的安抚某人情绪，说到兴起还嚼起零食来。一头玫红的发，哪怕因疲倦散开来，仍然那么美。如果说飞行的快乐是可以遇见不同国家的人们，感受他们的情怀，身处异乡的自在，以及自身的变化，A可能

不写游记，我坚决不写游记，护照丢了不写，飞行证件丢了不写，钱包被偷了不写，被不被困在机场也不写！

I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.

I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.

I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.

I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.

I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.

四个月前，第一次光着身子只披件在Grey's Anatomy里看到的病人服，被男护士推进空旷的手术室，不敢看手术台旁边的工具，身边那些带着口罩的人，无影的手术灯。听见手术盘与针管踫触的声音，心底坚信，任麻药再强，我也能意识清醒的渡过这次切割，输气管被戴了上来，麻药的气体散发出来，领头那个只看得到眼睛的医生说：“Breath”

一，

二，

三，我还在

四，

五，六，眼睛转了下四周，男男女女的那些个麻醉师，主刀的，护士，还记得清他们分部在我平躺方位的哪里

七，“Ready”隐约听到他们说

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Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive:

Family,love,sex...

But we only need one thing to actually be alive:

We need ,a beating heart

When our heart is threatened,we responed in one or two ways.We either run,or,we attack.There's a scientific term for this.Fight or flight.It's instinct.We can't control it,or,can we?？

We'll do it all,everything on our own

   I usually fantasise about flying outbound:nice weather,hot and tasty food served the minute we arrived,singing out loud during bubble bath,familiar with all the bus lines,tubes,subways,or any other transportation,speak the local language perfectly,have tons and never drying out local currency...but every now and then,some other fantasy slips in..walking on the total strange city alone,hands in pocket,eyes on sites,wandering in another world,just there,the moment someone you know,you miss,walking by,no words,just a simple smile,everything remains..I know,most of our fantasies' gone when we wake,fade to the back of our mind.But sometimes when we're sure if we try hard enough?we can live the dream.

   The fantasy is simple,the smile could be simple,pleasure is good and twice as much as pleasure is better if it lives,OR?the pain is bad and no pain is better,but the reality is different,the reality is that pain is there to tell us sth,and

    休息了近一星期的我实在是耐不住了，吃空了冰箱，睡穿了床，打完了念滚，跑穿了药房。。

    好在班表上明天应该是飞科威特，，科在五年前怎么也算是个动荡之地，有机会再飞过那里的天空，哪怕是不往地下看过去，神经也能抖擞一新吧。可偏偏打开aims，发现格子里的KWI变成了S.A.X. 这是个什么东西，听说过SBY(在家待命)，SSBY（悉尼待命），OFF(休息)，还有我一星期的SL（病假），，连续一星期方格里头都是那两字母，就是没听过这三个字母

    朋友在Q上笑我说，怕是饥渴得被公司都晓得了。哈哈，经她这么一翻译愣是笑得我两分钟没打隔。给OCC打电话，原来是我在手术假休满后没给他们打电话报告fit to fly了，所以，这个是没有医生认证的病休。事儿真多

你好

我叫做kat

我在沙漠的中心

不知道现在还剩几条命

只是很想你，你们

我偷偷地想着

Refinishing one of the first movies I watched from u.s. production,I felt amazing,touched,memorable,in all these words can hardly describe its greatness,because it's Titanic.

'You jump,I jump'he said he didn't have many of a choice,but he saved his world--Rose.

Their love happened right before the sinking,will the sinking end our great love?will the gun stop her steps?will the wave wept their story away?

As you can see,within those happy and sad melody,the great love lives and lives and we didn't see any dying.

The ocean heart fell into the dark and deep heart of the ocean.She standing next to the railing,fingures acrossed.My heart will go on...

Great love

Love changes you,shakes to your core,after you're never the same.There's not an unlimited amount of love in the world like this,it's rare.

Great love and great lovers,huge difference.

How ma

Those  flowers——

    每天穿行在人潮熙攘的闹市，日出而来，灯起而归，九棵树，公文坟，来来往往中流事恍惚交织。those flowrs的乐响刺激着我,那些我遗弃掉的照片，随着迁徒中的迁徙，不知给谁，带了走

    我，来了这里。

    别唱，lalalala-lalalala-lalala-lala 让人摒息不住、难以释怀的风花日月，无奈丢了再拾起，泣于声色妩媚，举杯吟笑里。

    急于成长，就算是礼数的违背。一切开始精狡于社会的老练时，我们就都在慢慢地度着，度着青春，再不见了似曾的纯真。

    在此留下。春天太于短暂，末了的泼辣成长，甚