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被一百个闹钟同时骚扰~~ 从三月份开始就沉迷在棒子的娱乐综艺电视节目中，不能自拔。 导致现在看节目可以不要字幕，看其他语言的觉得节奏慢、没劲…… 半岛人民太会拿自己开涮，艺人们的职业道德也极崇高，PD们的创意够变态……每个点都让我觉得看花时间看这些节目很值！ 刚更新的视频中，JIN同学令人同情与敬佩--被一百个闹钟同时骚扰，还要在10分钟之内找出它们。 本就睡眠不好的人，凭可怕的本能和胜负欲排除92个炸弹，看得我狂笑鼓掌N久~~ “剩下八个，在下次搬家时整理出来吧~”，无限挑战节目组迅速撤退，咻=====@#$%$%$^&$&&*(*(#()))$@ 受欢迎的韩国心理测试我觉得房间的测试很一针见血～
这个测试在韩国非常流行，在去年也开始在我国各论坛网站中风靡起来，今收录进来，主要是其题目设计比较巧妙，也具有一定的信度，准确率根据做过测试的回复，粗略统计约50%。大家可以在茶余饭后，或与情侣一起做做这个测试，娱乐之中，也许会偶有收获不定。-psytopic.com
以下题目，需要您自己记录答案，请备好记录工具后再开始——
1、想象着你喜欢的人你会加些什么东西进去呢？
眼镜、帽子、胡子、痣、眼泪
2、假设在你面前有一座山,让你加入一点图形,你想加什么呢？
松木&石头、道路、湖、云
3、请在日字上再加一条线（横竖都可以）变为另一个汉字，你会怎么加呢？
由、甲、田、目、旦
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4、你手握咖啡杯的方式是怎样的呢？
（1） 一手哪着杯子，一手托着盘子
（2） 三只手指握住把手
（3） 两只手指握住把手另两只手指展开扶住杯身
（4） 两只手指握住把手，小指张开
（5） 整个手掌握住杯身
5、你住在一个公寓里，你住的房间是202室（如下图）其它的房间住的都是你认识的人。请分别填入他们的名字，但是102、201、302则请填入你喜欢的人的姓名。然后，我们会告诉你，你对这些人的看法。
301 302 303 304
201 202(自己住) 203 204
101 102 103 104
6、你回家时在一个铁路平交道，突然看见地上有张照片，照片上是一个你认识 的人，那么你脑海中会浮现出谁？
7、四个扑克的花样，你最喜欢哪一个花样？
8、以下的这些比喻会在你脑海里浮出谁的影子（每样东西分别代表一个人）？
天空、云、水、雪、砂、月亮、石头、火、河、陆地
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请将你的答案记录下来后，再对答案哦——答案见评论 BLOG点名游戏今天被小可通知点名。加班期间过来完成任务。偶素好员工，敬业，可惜反映慢点！
这个游戏的规则是： 1、被点到的要在自己的blog里写下自己的答案，然后去掉一个你最不喜欢的问题再加上一个你的问题，仍然组成20个问题，传给其他10个人，列出10个需要回答问题的人的名字，还要通知对方——你被点名了。 2、这10个人要在自己的博客里注明从哪里接到的，并且再传给其他10个人，被点名者不得拒绝回答问题，不得回传，让游戏继续下去，完成游戏的人将会永远得到大家的祝福。 1. 你认为分手后的男女朋友还能做普通朋友吗？ 2.宝宝大后离开你时你会如何？ 3.你最欣赏伴侣什么？ 4.你希望宝宝长大后干什么工作？ 5.说出点你名的人的3个优点(不可删除题) 6.你爱你的工作、学习么？ 7.许下自己的两个愿望？ 8.你对你的近况满意吗？ 9.如果时光倒流，最想做的是什么 10.相信世上有没有杂质的感情吗? 11.交朋友吗？为什么？ 12.三年后的我是什么样子？ 13.对你的他（她）说句最想说的话？ 14.想对提问的人说的一句话？ 15.你现在的生活重点是什么？ 16.平时最喜欢做的事是什么? 17.你认为自己在家庭中的地位是？ 18.最讨厌什么样的人？ 19.你当下最想见到的人是谁？ 20.你当下的最大幸福是什么？ 1.综合各种实际经验/传闻/想象/电视剧小说观后感，我认为不能。至少自己的经验就是没办法，时间的力量很强大，过不多久你就不会对原来那个人抱更多好感，除非你有轻度甚至严重妄想症。 2.“终于可以继续过回我自己的生活了。” 尽管是故作潇洒，我还是会牵肠挂肚。不过养大一个小孩是非常不容易的。 3.目前没有伴侣。但是我的标准，只能说奢望吧，是诚实和纯真。 4.工种无所谓，宝宝开心就好了，但前提是不犯法、能养活自己。 5.怀抱梦想、有礼貌、非常小女人 6.哪能不爱啊~~现在这是我活下去的支持和动力。 7.第一，下一个本命年前有自己满意的房子；第二，下一个本命年前可以自由挑选喜欢的工作。 8.我是多贪婪的一个人，恐怕表面上看不出来吧。目前处于积蓄期，所以并不能称为满意。 9.没想过要时光倒流，那样会改变现在的一切。如果真倒流了，就想每天多睡几小时。 10.相信。我就这么干的。 11.当然要交。不为什么。真要理由，顶多冠冕堂皇地甩出一句：“朋友是明镜。”而已。 12.不知道。计划安排在日本留学，满足我的求知欲。谁知道呢！计划总是赶不上变化的。 13.没有那个人。所以也没有话说。 14.“谢谢你，我的朋友！” 15.赚钱！！！ 16.睡觉/看书/看电视/看电影/看碟/看…… 17.不可动摇的。我是惟一的，很重要的精神支柱。 18.现在把这个看的很淡了，淡到几乎不在乎了。 19.在日本的表姐。 20.不影响工作学习的情况下，每天睡足十小时觉。
去掉第四题，换成“如果你家是老婆赚钱养家，老公宅在家里的情况，遇到三姑六婆闲言闲语，作为家庭经济支柱老婆的老婆会说什么反击？”
点名：Wendy，Oscar，猫咪，盛哥，陶子，kinki,加菲，Fendy，Julia,DINGDING. 也算做则趟黄世仁，讨钞票是吃力生活 拿俄里老娘个说话讲，过日脚总归会得碰着个支个不要面孔个人。 总算钞票拿着在，也算张好事体。 就则嫩吧 夏になりますけど四季の中で、私は一番好きな季節が夏です。 夏になりますけど、何ても変わって始まります。 それから、不安も、楽しみも、だんだんそんな気持ちになります。 绿野仙踪多萝茜和小狗托托，和亨利叔叔和爱姆婶婶一起住在堪萨斯州的灰色大草原上。 南部和北部的大风在房子所在的地方形成一股巨大的龙卷风，把多萝茜、托托和房子一起带到了奥芝国。 穿上被房子压死的东方恶女巫的银鞋子，想要回家的多萝茜和托托一起踏上了寻找伟大魔术师奥芝的金黄色道路。 漫长的旅途中，同行的伙伴渐渐增加。 希望拥有头脑的稻草人； 渴望拥有一颗心的铁皮人； 盼望拥有胆量的狮子； 跟着期望尽快回家的小女孩一起去向翡翠国…… 《绿野仙踪》在线阅读--亦凡书库 Yifan.net Stray Birds -- ixSome day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world. "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man." Clouds some floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky. Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast. The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace. Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next. Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth. Sweetness of the name fills my heart when I forget mine -- like thy morning sun when the mist is melted. The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child. The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughted. God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom. Let me feel this world as the love taking form, then my love will help it. The sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers. God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite. Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment. God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech. Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs. Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children. Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend. To-night there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart -- throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love. I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the rice-field in the autumn sun. The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant. That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth. We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself. God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket. When all the strings of my life will be turned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love. Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true. Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man. I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over. I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts. The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark. I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom. Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk -the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light. I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world. There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air. Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult. Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love. [The End] Stray Birds -- viiiThe real with its meaning read wrong And emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world’s movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water. The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses. I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all. The false can never grow into truth by growing in power. My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day. Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers. Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart. The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child. The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly. I am in the world of the roads. The night comes, open the gate, thou world of the home. I have sung the songs of the day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path. I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover. Death belongs to life as birth dose. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down. I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine - teach me to know the words in pain and death. The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground. Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother. I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth. Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence. Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love. I am a child in the dark. I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother. The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother. Let me dream. The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting. One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved." We live in this world when we love it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again. I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible. While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw the smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise. Love is life in its fullness like the cup with its wine. They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples. But the birds sing the name in thine own morning light, - for thy name is joy. Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs. Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks. My heart longs for thy stars, my God. Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves. Put out the lamp when thou wishest. I shall know thy darkness and shall love it. When I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing. [Part 8 of 9, 1 remains. To be continued...] reconstruction 战后的重建工作，已经开始了大半个星期。 虽然现在还看不出效果，但是我的最终目标很高，所以会很认证很仔细的把基础做好。 这样才能建设出比原来更好更坚固更耐用更漂亮的。 让时间慢慢流淌，等着看吧！ Stray Birds -- viiMy heart has spread its sails to the idle winds
for the shadowy island of anywhere.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Make me thy cup and let my fullness
be for thee and for thine.
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain
whose love the earth refuses.
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise
of the East like the snowy summit
of a lonely hill in the dawn.
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
Those who have everything but thee,
my God, laugh at those
who have nothing but thyself.
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
Our names are the light that glows
on the sea waves at night and then dies
without leaving its signature.
Let him only see the thorns
who has eyes to see the rose.
Set bird's wings with gold and
it will never again soar in the sky.
The smae lotus of our clime blooms here
in the alien water with the same sweetness,
under another name.
In heart's perspective
the distance looms large.
The moon has her light all over the sky,
her dark spots to herself.
Do not say, "It is morning,"
and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a newborn child
that has no name.
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth,
that they are brothers to the fire.
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine,
"Keep me in your heart forever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas,"
and dropped to the ground.
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
The dim silence of my mind seems filled
with crickets' chirp the grey twilight of sound.
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows
yourself back to the earth.
Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day
to my evening's loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness
of the night.
This life is the crossing of a sea,
where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore
and go to our different worlds.
The stream of truth flows through
its channels of mistakes.
My heart is homesick today
for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light
back from the earth.
"Are you too proud to kiss me?"
the morning light asks the buttercup.
"How may I sing to thee and worship,
O Sun?" asked the little flower.
"By the simple silence of the purity," answered the sun.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle
for being blunt.
The night's silence, like a deep lamp,
is burning with the light of its milky way.
Around the sunny island of life swells day and night death's
limitless song of the sea.
Is not this mountain like a flower,
with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
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