你好。再见。 http://yolipop.blogbus.com by blogbus.com Thu, 08 Mar 2012 11:05:01 +0800 http://public.blogbus.com/profile/6/7/6/4723676/avatar_4723676_96.jpg 你好。再见。 http://yolipop.blogbus.com 普鲁斯特问卷
1.你认为最完美的快乐是怎样的？


可以做自己想做的事，没有时间限制，没有晋级的压力

2.你最希望拥有哪种才华？

用音乐表达心情

……最好是小提琴

3....

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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/193275840.html Mialo Sat, 18 Feb 2012 23:58:00 +0800 Stupid Kids Make Me Leave

……一年为限。


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/164352234.html Mialo Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:02:00 +0800 抗抑郁，三三三！ 一些屁话。

抗抑郁三三三：每天晒太阳三十分钟；每天外出散步三十分钟；每日三餐至少一餐是和别人一起吃的。
↑ 如果我没记错的话就是这样了。


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/114365623.html Mialo Sun, 03 Apr 2011 18:53:00 +0800 洞啊 有个词它叫做痴心妄想


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/108562184.html Mialo Sat, 12 Mar 2011 00:21:00 +0800 = v = 我觉得我把这辈子“坐着”的限额都用光了。

要不等考完了得空我就上老山骑自行车去吧……？


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/90617226.html Mialo Sun, 19 Dec 2010 15:04:00 +0800 洞。 从今以后当我面对这个世界不知所措的时候，我就看书；当我面对自己不知所措的时候，我就写字。
你说这样好不好？


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/85526949.html Mialo Fri, 26 Nov 2010 09:45:00 +0800 HP才不是惠普呢！ 啦啦我是一个教授苏，苏苏苏苏苏苏，苏苏苏苏苏苏苏……

↓ 与内容无关的图。


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/84742437.html Mialo Fri, 19 Nov 2010 17:03:00 +0800 除了梦啥都不想做 摘要没有话讲就只好贴图啦。
我只是随便翻到他了而已XD


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/81422654.html Mialo Sat, 30 Oct 2010 18:42:00 +0800 10月19日[阴] I felt a wetness around my ankles and looked down. The mole had fallen on to my sandals and exploded there, spreading itself all around my socks and feet. Squealing and shrieking in fright and revulsion, I hopped about flicking with the handkerchief at my shins as though they were on fire.
It was too horrible, nature was too horrible. Nature stank and squelched and vomited with slime, maggots and bursting guts.
I suppose this was the first time I had ever felt an urge not to be. Never an urge to die, far less an urge to put an end to myself — simply an urge not to be. This disgusting, hostile and unlovely world was not made for me, nor I for it. It was alien to me and I to it.
Pieces of the mole lined the foot of the hedge. I rubbed a little at my legs with the once fine, crisp linen handkerchief and then I held it up to the sky. They were the same, the handkerchief and the evening sky. Both spattered with ink and blood. The alien malevolence of a certain kind of late afternoon sunset has frightened me ever since.


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/79866075.html Mialo Wed, 20 Oct 2010 00:49:00 +0800 One, two, three. Four, three, two...


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]]> http://yolipop.blogbus.com/logs/79216794.html Mialo Sun, 17 Oct 2010 00:17:00 +0800