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    March 26

    a Hindoo philosopher says

    "So soul,from the circumstances in which it is placed, mistakes its own character, until the truth is revealed to it by some holy teacher, and it knows itself to be Brahme."
    March 14

    Am.i.OLD???!!!!

       和某女的对话之后,一阵冷汗。
      "Oh i really feel sorry for you not to have experienced that before 18, and I guess nor will u when u turn 20"
       各自选择不同的生活方式而已。
       倒是昨晚和悦悦一起吹冷风回寝,扳着指头想想在这学校里的日子就要过半。很多事情恍若隔世,不经意间自己对象牙塔里的生活也越发依赖+眷恋,单纯的快乐与幸福,正如W所说learning exercises ur brain muscle.越来越深的领悟。还有还有还有,植物学课上看见那些鲜活的生命,“I feel attuned with the cycle of  life ”的句子,总要脱口而出。
       考G之后,很多事情一件件地补起来。那阵子过的,学业荒疏,虽然这样说可能会令某些同学比较愤怒哈哈。
       隐约厌恶专职生产高级技工的“大学”,但前阵子一头扎进人文书堆里也快审美疲劳了,遂转而奔向我可爱的专业课。
       毕竟是实验科学,谁知道数年之后今天写在教科书里的会否成为异说捏。那些没啥逻辑的东西,“为什么为什么为什么”,一节课之后周围的人终于忍不住爆了句“u grilled me really hard”,哈我果然威力巨大。
       还极为自虐的选了物化,现在满脑子的热力学函数和模型。却也觉得这用逻辑来学的课给人的乐趣也是其他所无法比拟。
       淡然的执着,也才最具持久力。
      
      
      
      
       
    March 08

    被窝是青春的救赎

    Being seated, to run through the region of the spiritual world; I have had this advantage in books. To be intoxicated by a single glass of wine; I have experienced this pleasure when I have drunk the liquor of the esoteric doctrines." 
     
    读到段子,不禁喜由心生。
    Hah, i actually am not a sedentary person upon entering college, of course except reading.
    正如Freud同学所说,童年的经历施予我们迁移默化的影响。高三那年唯有苍白灯光陪伴的日子,大概已经成了挥之不去的记忆。
    Seems like what could be deemed to be a "compensating effect"
     
    最近这日子过得,饱受摧残。和baobao牧野泡图书馆,没日没夜。
    某女登门造访,瞪圆眼睛(经我估算宽度由约常态下的5cm翻番)指着一本床头的某文学书籍惊声大叫“都忙成这样了你还有时间看这书???”
    @_@^.^-.-!!!(晕了,撒情况)
    还好睡前的阅读时间尚未沦陷,不会被g夺去。在书堆里找自己。
     
    生日前一天,决定对空间大整。
    嗯,生活的新意必不可少。
    暂停自虐,极度悠然地拿着相机压马路去曦园记录我“领养”的柳树,结果却对着梅花咿咿呀呀惊喜万分地按下快门。
    校内上遇见舟舟一阵寒暄。
    是我们都老得发了芽,还是,友情被时间打磨得也只剩下寒暄了?呵,双鱼座的小朋友神经果真太敏感。
     
    大家说烧香拜佛送我上考场。集体果然温暖无比啊。
    月底和Cornell的演出,极度期待。and then comes the persormance with stanford,hopefully.
     
    好了,贴首诗上来。写作课的鉴赏作业,却也极爱。
    Dream Deferred
    -Langston Hughes
     
    What happens to a dream deferred?
    Does it dry up
    Like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore--
    And then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat?
    Or crust and sugar over--
    like a syrupy sweet?
    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.
    Or does it explode?