天氣開始漸漸轉涼,一早一晚的氣溫比較涼,我最喜歡的秋天終於到了。不知道今年的冬天會不會很冷呢?
25-Oct-2007
22-Oct-2007
秋天終於來了,早兩星期去了一次游泳之後還以為可以多去一兩次,原來已經太遲了。
上星期重陽節假期要上課,幸好還有一個星期天可以休息一下。天氣突然的轉涼,一下子的變得很乾燥,我這幾天都有流鼻血和呼吸不暢順,都要多口渴水和吃一些滋潤的湯水和糖水了。就因為呼吸不暢順,晚上睡覺睡得不好,白天的時候人都渾渾的,沒有精神.....
今年和今個學期的課都上完了,接着就要忙於準備十一月的考試,看一看月曆都只有五個星期的時間。之後有一個很長的term break,明年一月中才再要開學,不過又到交學費的時間了。時間真的過得很快,整個課程的必修都差不多完成了,其實都有點吃力和不大跟得上;餘下的自選科比之前的更難,所以一定要付出百倍的努力才可以順利過渡呢!!
昨天行街的時候又買了一瓶香水,我的香水真的多到用來沖泡泡浴都用不完。別人送的和自己買的都有,可是每次見到漂亮的香水瓶和試過那些柜枱小姐派發的tester之後,就會忍不住的買了下來,我真的要好好的自我控制一下了.....
15-Oct-2007
昨天過了十分充實的一天。
星期六晚差不多天亮才睡,醒來都正午了。把家中的衣服和雜物整理一下,便去尖沙咀吃tea buffet。三個人吃得飽飽之餘又說說笑笑的,而且那裏的甜品很不錯呢!
人在尖沙咀,結賬之後當然是shopping時間啦!不過都沒有特別的買得多,因為冬裝還未可以著,夏裝之前買了的有一些在家還未開封,鞋就更加不用說,都是等些天氣再涼一點時再買嘛!!
之後想不到有什麼節目,便回家到clubhouse進行今年第一次下水禮。很久沒有試過游黃昏泳,原來真的十分寒冷。昨晚有一點風,再加上沒有陽光,還以為已經踏入冬季。所以都只是游了一會兒,又去了焗steam和sauna。之後還想做gym的,不過大家都又累又餓,吃了晚飯便停止活動了。
梳洗好之後在廳中看書,不知不覺的睡著了,一醒來都已經零晨三時多,急急的拖着身軀回睡房繼續下半場的睡眠.....
今早起來的時候頭重重和有點發燒,加上又開轉季,真的要小心身體呀!!
7-Oct-2007
又過了一個月,不經不覺已經踏入了十月,我的生命又被消耗多三十天。今個星期準備monthly report的時候才發覺我今年還未放大假,真的要好好的安排一下了。
這幾天過得十分忙碌,不過都離不開飲飲食食,天氣都有點熱,所以都是晚出早歸的,日夜完全時間顛倒,今晚要收拾心情準備迎接明天的工作了。
已經差不多一個月沒有打XBox了,不知道有何時才有機換。代理推說Microsoft缺貨,Microsoft又推說是代理的安排問題!!如果真的要等到十月中,到時我又要準備workshop後的assignment和考試,根本就不會有時間玩。我真的要發火了.....
4-Oct-2007
Vincent (by Don Mclean)
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
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Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
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一首道盡荷蘭十九世紀印象大師梵高(Vincent Van Gogh)的一生的老歌,內容是取材於他其中的一幅名作"The Starry Night"。
2-Oct-2007
一連串的中秋節和國慶假期又完結了,玩食瞓的生活要結束,要回復每天上班正常的生活。
今天上student website發現assignment的成績已經upload了,竟然出奇的有distinction。雖然我都沒有馬虎了事,卻意想不到有好的收成,本以為最多只有credit咋!!Professor給我的comment是interesting idea and conclusion,真是interesting。很期待workshop的時候可以親自問一問他how interesting??
話說之前Xbox要換機,可是一直到現在都還未有貨,都己經差不多一個月了,真的連membership都蝕了,後排的配合和安排不足,前排有多一流的服務態度都是沒用的。最終只有害得前線的同事被捱駡.....
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