The diary of a homeless man
- 主题发起人 山阳手
- 开始时间
- 注册
- 2011-03-16
- 消息
- 1,200
- 荣誉分数
- 240
- 声望点数
- 173
趁全世界都没注意，俺悄悄回到这里，把俺以前在CFC发过的有点值得收藏（或有点纪念意义）的帖子整理个目录在这里。
数学／游戏类
＊传数据
＊拥抱戏十二钗
＊黄蓉的孩子
＊一个貌似简单却富含哲理的概率问题
＊侃侃数学
打闹类
＊再挺拥抱（帮打架贴）
＊出来混总是要还的之“巍巍出来”
诗文类
＊于黑妹离村致拥抱
＊拜伦诗重译：别时
＊ 雨
＊ 夜路
＊ 夜，静静读你的文字
＊ 秋院
＊ 遭遇巨蟹女
＊ 无题
＊ 街灯
（更多见水楼档案室）
灌水类
＊改茉莉的诗
＊和拥抱水楼赞
＊贺拥抱漫卷重返水楼
＊酒酣
（待打捞）
视频类
＊渥村2010：原创贺岁视频
＊拥抱之歌
＊两张电影票
＊SERENA PETITION
＊水楼电视台十天新闻
＊你的生日（郑智化）
（待续）
数学／游戏类
＊传数据
＊拥抱戏十二钗
＊黄蓉的孩子
＊一个貌似简单却富含哲理的概率问题
＊侃侃数学
打闹类
＊再挺拥抱（帮打架贴）
＊出来混总是要还的之“巍巍出来”
诗文类
＊于黑妹离村致拥抱
＊拜伦诗重译：别时
＊ 雨
＊ 夜路
＊ 夜，静静读你的文字
＊ 秋院
＊ 遭遇巨蟹女
＊ 无题
＊ 街灯
（更多见水楼档案室）
灌水类
＊改茉莉的诗
＊和拥抱水楼赞
＊贺拥抱漫卷重返水楼
＊酒酣
（待打捞）
视频类
＊渥村2010：原创贺岁视频
＊拥抱之歌
＊两张电影票
＊SERENA PETITION
＊水楼电视台十天新闻
＊你的生日（郑智化）
（待续）
- 注册
- 2003-08-11
- 消息
- 6,604
- 荣誉分数
- 199
- 声望点数
- 173
说实话，今天俺就跟闲人一样，对于英文滴东东俺都是捏着鼻子看滴，你没信心多写是有道理滴，不过看下来，居然居然还有不过瘾滴感觉，手兄补写进去吧，俺保证确定喜欢看。需要高潮，很有味道
- 注册
- 2011-03-16
- 消息
- 1,200
- 荣誉分数
- 240
- 声望点数
- 173
需要高潮，很有味道
虽然我英文输入速度要快不少，这次不煮夹生饭了。以后有机会再说吧。
- 注册
- 2010-04-24
- 消息
- 33,189
- 荣誉分数
- 17,601
- 声望点数
- 1,373
记得有个故事说，当年有位流浪汉牛人，叫第欧根尼，住在一个桶里，终日躺在沙滩上晒太阳，有一次威震世界的亚历山大国王走到他身边，他来了一句：请你不要挡住我的阳光。
亚历山大给噎住了，半天缓不过劲儿来，最后说，我要不是亚历山大，就做第欧根尼
- 注册
- 2011-03-16
- 消息
- 1,200
- 荣誉分数
- 240
- 声望点数
- 173
December 24, 2011, Saturday
It was almost a year ago when I wrote something, and, ahah! again, I am writing!
I would not write if there were nothing special. My days haven't been too special since I met these two asians last time. But that is alright. I am happy the way life is. No complaints.
Today is Christmas Eve. This time of the year is perhaps the only time of the year that I would get a bit sentimental, ... I guess this is the word. Coz people are happy. They are too happy. They are having parties. Nice meals on the table. Christmas trees, and lights, and friends, and family, and fireplace… I still have to stay on the street, talking shit with the drunks, with the dopeheads, with the hookers, and with all sorts of crazy people. Well, it is not that bad. But out of nowhere, I do feel a bit of losing myself. Today is one of those days.
After lunch at the Salvation Army place, I wandered a bit around the street and spent my allowance on a big cake. We did get an extra ten bucks of allowance for Christmas, thanks to our government., and thanks for the cake.
Then when I was sitting on the street, watching these happy people carrying bags of gifts, of flowers, of food, I saw them walking fast perhaps to get home for their parties or family gatherings, I started feeling kinda low. I sort of wondered what they would eat at home, and how they they would hang out on a Christmas Eve.
Not on the street. That I know for sure.
I haven't had anything nice for ages. We do have a small party in the residence to celebrate Christmas every year, and the meal is somewhat better than what we got on an average day, but that is about it. The main thing about the party is for a church guy to come talking God. How great he is and how nice he is and how powerful he is. I heard the shit too many times, and if it were true, why do you have to keep saying it?
Anyways, another year is over, but next year is still gonna be the same. At least for me.
I sat down on my usual spot eating my cake, trying to forget the bad feelings.
Then, fun thing happened.
(to be continued ...)
It was almost a year ago when I wrote something, and, ahah! again, I am writing!
I would not write if there were nothing special. My days haven't been too special since I met these two asians last time. But that is alright. I am happy the way life is. No complaints.
Today is Christmas Eve. This time of the year is perhaps the only time of the year that I would get a bit sentimental, ... I guess this is the word. Coz people are happy. They are too happy. They are having parties. Nice meals on the table. Christmas trees, and lights, and friends, and family, and fireplace… I still have to stay on the street, talking shit with the drunks, with the dopeheads, with the hookers, and with all sorts of crazy people. Well, it is not that bad. But out of nowhere, I do feel a bit of losing myself. Today is one of those days.
After lunch at the Salvation Army place, I wandered a bit around the street and spent my allowance on a big cake. We did get an extra ten bucks of allowance for Christmas, thanks to our government., and thanks for the cake.
Then when I was sitting on the street, watching these happy people carrying bags of gifts, of flowers, of food, I saw them walking fast perhaps to get home for their parties or family gatherings, I started feeling kinda low. I sort of wondered what they would eat at home, and how they they would hang out on a Christmas Eve.
Not on the street. That I know for sure.
I haven't had anything nice for ages. We do have a small party in the residence to celebrate Christmas every year, and the meal is somewhat better than what we got on an average day, but that is about it. The main thing about the party is for a church guy to come talking God. How great he is and how nice he is and how powerful he is. I heard the shit too many times, and if it were true, why do you have to keep saying it?
Anyways, another year is over, but next year is still gonna be the same. At least for me.
I sat down on my usual spot eating my cake, trying to forget the bad feelings.
Then, fun thing happened.
(to be continued ...)
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