"Hi and merry Christmas Lawshi. Thank you for teaching me Chinese and even if I make you mad sometimes you still did not give up on me and you believed in me and gave me a passing grade. Thank you also for everything that you taught us, like doing good things, and even if we are very naughty you still forgive us. Lawshi, thank you for understanding me in all my mistakes and for being nice to me all the time."
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Önce hafiften bir rüzgâr esiyor,
Yavaş yavaş sallanıyor,
Yapraklar ağaçlarda.
Uzaklarda, çok uzaklarda,
Sucuların hiç durmayan çıngırakları,
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Kuşlar geçiyor, derken,
Yükseklerden, sürü sürü, çığlık çığlık,
Ağlar çekiliyor dalyanlardan,
Bir kadının suya değiyor ayakları,
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Başımda eski âlemlerin sarhoşluğu,
Loş kayıkhaneleriyle bir yalı,
Dinmiş lodosların uğultusu içinde.
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Bir yosma geçiyor kaldırımdan,
Küfürler, şarkılar, türküler, laf atmalar…
Bir şey düşüyor elinden yere;
Bir gül olmalı…
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul’u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Bir kuş çırpınıyor eteklerinde,
Alnın sıcak mı, değil mi, bilmiyorum,
Dudakların ıslak mı, değil mi, bilmiyorum,
Beyaz bir ay doğuyor fıstıkların arkasından,
Kalbinin vuruşundan anlıyorum,
İstanbul’u dinliyorum…
The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her...
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was
just making her late for work...
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking...
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
La mort viendra et elle aura tes yeux
by Cesare Pavese (1951)
La mort viendra et elle aura tes yeux -
cette mort qui est notre compagne
du matin jusqu'au soir, sans sommeil,
sourde, comme un vieux remords
ou un vice absurde. Tes yeux
seront une vaine parole,
un cri réprimé, un silence.
Ainsi les vois-tu le matin
quand sur toi seule tu te penches
au miroir.
O chère espérance,
ce jour-là nous saurons nous aussi
que tu es la vie et que tu es le néant.
La mort a pour tous un regard.
La mort viendra et elle aura tes yeux.
Ce sera comme cesser un vice,
comme voir resurgir
au miroir un visage défunt,
comme écouter des lèvres closes.
Nous descendrons dans le gouffre muets.
素人歌手Justin Williams曾參加American Idol第九季，並順利通過Boston區的海選，不過在最後的關卡打包回府，好萊塢周並沒受到評審的青睞而選入男生Top12的陣容名單，可惜了他天生的偶像特質，以及那令人動容、啟發人心、長達七年之久的抗癌歷程。他有一副很好的歌喉和音色，唱起情歌來帶點甜美的味道，非常喜歡他這首輕搖滾版的《Fly Me To The Moon》，把老歌詮釋得別具新味，讓人百聽不厭，忍不住瘋狂repeat好幾次。請務必搭配MV享用，影片中Justin從頭到尾臉上都帶著一抹靦腆的微笑（牙齒超白），甚至數度與鬍渣佬Bass手眼神交會，逗得對方龍心大悅，這些小舉動都在在給人一種粉酥湖的感覺啊（羞）。
Fly Me To The Moon
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a, Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words, I love you
《星期三是藍色的》（Born on a Blue Day）作者為數學天才丹尼爾（Daniel Tammet），此書是他自陳式的自傳。他患有學者症候群（Savant Syndrome）與亞斯伯格症（Asperger's Syndrome），在數學和語言方面有驚人的天賦，雖然他擁有超乎常人的心智能力，但在社會互動發展方面較一般人遲緩得許多。這本自傳的特色在於他流暢地敘述出一位自閉症患者的親身經歷，正如他所述：「我寫出患自閉症的成長歷程，就是希望能幫助像我弟弟史帝芬這些患有高功能自閉症的年輕人，讓他們不要覺得那麼孤單，讓他們相信自己最後也能享有快樂而豐富的人生。我，就是活生生的見證。」但令人遺憾地，並非所有高功能自閉症患者都能書寫出他們自己的故事，丹尼爾是極少數的例外，所以今日我們才得以透過此書一窺自閉症患者的內心世界。
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