-You made that up, didn’t you?

-Yes, I did.

-Why don’t you tell the truth?

-Sorry, the truth belongs to me.

---The Mentalist

写这篇博客是用doc文件创建的，文件名称是“柴油发电机组”，呵呵。最近很忙。莫名其妙的忙。

因为太忙，就容易在大大小小的操心中迷失，对人，对事，都变成条件反射的相处，触及的是表面的寒暄，丢失了内心的灵契与宽慰

In this firm and mysterious shouting singing I hear the voice of an old woman, but I’m not so sure what she wants us to see. Yes she finally cried, grieved, should she feel free for letting go of him, or should she feel free for being let go of by her one and only love for life?

We promise. We promise al

A bit exaggeration from what one would learn, though.

I know there’re a lot of things that aren’t supposed to happen, yet they still do.

    提笔（though it’s not a pen at all）突然想起自己以前用过这个题目。每次回家总是暖暖的。

    前天早上

I still don't get if Bryan's a retired Federal Agent or something like that. But he really is one of the different. He fight real good and he has fierce plans towards different parties. And he'll do anything to protect his family. Anything.

I like him.

It is astounding to know that it's actually that dangerous out there. Places where the evil hides and drags you to hell. I'm a little astonished to find Paris more than a romantic city, it's full of criminals.

Kim is Bryan's seventeen-year old sweet girl, like all the other girls she's young enough

Every once in a while I'd adjust myself to the film-appreciating mood and I appreciate them. And then I feel the peace and steadiness in me, which brings me sobriety and wits to judge my own criteria towards things. Things that I used to ignore out of helplessness, things that I grieve from in a way people don't notice, things keep me alternative from what I'm supposed to be.

Only when watching a movie do I get to think, of life, of death, of me.

Today I'd like to present you a new coming-out: Sky Kids (also known as Fly Boys, The Flyboys). Reiley McClendon plays Kyle Barrett

    有了电暖气的房间渐渐变得暖和起来，空气里飘着小小的诡异和无奈。

    埃塞也不知道有没有中标，反正卞工已经让我着手准备成本测算了，摸不着头脑。

    去给安装公司陪同翻译谈了个项目，对方是两个大腹便便的美国人。。。为什么外国人上了年纪都这样。周末还得陪同去苏州考察，真是有够无奈。

    身旁杨姐放了个很可爱的加湿器，看着像80年代科幻片里的引擎。。。。

    额，嫂子又怀孕了

        这样一如既往的背景音乐，一首本应很悲伤的歌配上了欢快的节奏，听起来却更像是笑着流泪。

        嗯我回来了。

        这些文字是听着周笔畅的《天使之城》写的，感觉是用稍显抑郁的声音去唱这首歌，慢慢倾吐或只是自言自语，嘶喊着却并不悲戚。没有了靓式情歌的跌宕起伏，很适合最近的心境。想起最近的某些工作，布隆迪的标不出乎意料的错失，为自己和同事们三四天的折腾感到一丝难过，更多的是荒唐。但完全不想去追究也不想再介怀，或许国企就是如此吧。

        日子平淡如水，没有所谓没有硝烟的战争，也没有或许存在却（因为我没有