去左睇波兒同埋the curious case of bemjamin button
(我到家陣仲未知佢個中文名係咩...)
真係
無奈本人萌三次元
(即係現實世界)
更無奈既係
我連波兒呢出卡通都睇唔明
不過我都古到自己會唔明的了
畢竟自己從來冇明過牙駿哥既卡通
只係冇諗過會唔明成咁"
我係到到出左cinema問friend先知
原來成套戲唯一既奸人就係波兒
在此講一句
波兒的老豆
對唔住
誤會了你"
benjamin button好好睇
主要原因就係...
brad pitt好靚仔=]
而唯一既遺憾係...
女主唔夠靚女
但係都可以明白的
畢竟要搵一個識跳ballet又靚女既actress都真係幾難"
感動既地方唔講了
反正就算我講左都未必有人會認同
但係講到笑位呢
就大家都知道係有個人話自己比雷劈左7次果度
查實本來唔係好好笑
但係佢得燈拍到勁浮誇"
笑死^^
總結賽果:
brad pitt大勝波兒
(天音: 果然女仔都係仲意仔的...)
2009年2月2日 星期一
2009年1月9日 星期五
The Last Night (from Charlotte Gray)
This is a passage from Charlotte Gray, written by Sebastian Faulks. The book is about the Jews in France in the 1940s (second world war). Andre and his brother Jacob are two orphaned boys. They are waiting to be taken to a concentration camp.
Andre was lying on the foor when a Jewish orderly came with postcards on which the deportees might write a final message. He advised them to leave them at the station or throw them from the train as camp orders forbabe access to the post. Two or three pencils that had survived the barracks search were passed round among the people in the room. Some wrote with sobbing passion, some with punctiliors care, as though their safety, or at least the way in which they were remembered, depended upon their choice of words.
A woman came with a sandwich for each child to take on the journey. She also had a pail of water, round which they clustered, holding out sardine cans they passed from one to another. One of the older boys enbranced her in his gratitude, but the bucket was soon empty.
When she was gone, there were only the small hours of the night to go through. Andre was ting on the straw, the soft bloom of his cheek laid, uncaring, in the dung. Jacob's limbs were interwined with his for warmth.
The adults in the room sat slumped against the walls, wakeful and talking in lowered voices. Somehow, the children were spared the last hours of the wait by their ability to fall asleep where they lay, to dream of other places. It was still the low part of the night ehen they knew it meant breakfast, and therefore the departure. The children were at the deepest moments of their sleep.
Then there went through the room a sudden ripple, a quickening of muscle and nerve as a sound came to them from below: it was te noise of an engine - a familiar sound to many of them, the fomely thudding of a Parisian bus. Five white-and-green municipal buses had come in through the main entrance, and now stood trembling in the wired-off corner of the yard. At a long table, the commandent of the camp himself sat with a list of manes that another policeman was calling out in alphabetical order. In the place where its suburban destination was nrmally signalled, each bus carried the number of a wagon on the eastbound train.
Many of the children were too deeply asleep to be rouse, and those who were awake refused to come down when the gendarmes were sent up to fetch them. In the filthy straw the dug in their heels and screamed.
Andre heard his name and moved with Jacob towards the bus. From the other side of the courtyard, from windows open on the dawn, a shower of food was thrown towars them by women wailing and calling out their names, though none of the scraps reached as far as the enclosure.
Andre looked up, and in a chance angle of light he saw a woman's face in which the eyes were fixed with terrible ferocity on a child beside him. Why did she stare ass thought she hated him? Then it came toAndre that she was not looking in hatred, but had lept her eyes so intensely open in order to fix the picture of her child in her mind. She was looking to remember, for ever.
He held on hard to Jacob as they mounted the platform of the bus. Some of the children were to small to manage the step up and had to be helped on by gendarmes, or pulled in by grown-ups already on board.
Andre's bus was given the signal to depart, but was delayed. A baby of a few weekd was being lifted on to the back, and the gendarme needed time to work the wooden crib over the passenger rail and into the crammed interior.
Eventually, the bus roared as the driver engaged the gear and bumped slowly out through the entrance, the headlights for a moment lighting up the cafe opposite before the driver turned the wheel and headed for the station.
Andre was lying on the foor when a Jewish orderly came with postcards on which the deportees might write a final message. He advised them to leave them at the station or throw them from the train as camp orders forbabe access to the post. Two or three pencils that had survived the barracks search were passed round among the people in the room. Some wrote with sobbing passion, some with punctiliors care, as though their safety, or at least the way in which they were remembered, depended upon their choice of words.
A woman came with a sandwich for each child to take on the journey. She also had a pail of water, round which they clustered, holding out sardine cans they passed from one to another. One of the older boys enbranced her in his gratitude, but the bucket was soon empty.
When she was gone, there were only the small hours of the night to go through. Andre was ting on the straw, the soft bloom of his cheek laid, uncaring, in the dung. Jacob's limbs were interwined with his for warmth.
The adults in the room sat slumped against the walls, wakeful and talking in lowered voices. Somehow, the children were spared the last hours of the wait by their ability to fall asleep where they lay, to dream of other places. It was still the low part of the night ehen they knew it meant breakfast, and therefore the departure. The children were at the deepest moments of their sleep.
Then there went through the room a sudden ripple, a quickening of muscle and nerve as a sound came to them from below: it was te noise of an engine - a familiar sound to many of them, the fomely thudding of a Parisian bus. Five white-and-green municipal buses had come in through the main entrance, and now stood trembling in the wired-off corner of the yard. At a long table, the commandent of the camp himself sat with a list of manes that another policeman was calling out in alphabetical order. In the place where its suburban destination was nrmally signalled, each bus carried the number of a wagon on the eastbound train.
Many of the children were too deeply asleep to be rouse, and those who were awake refused to come down when the gendarmes were sent up to fetch them. In the filthy straw the dug in their heels and screamed.
Andre heard his name and moved with Jacob towards the bus. From the other side of the courtyard, from windows open on the dawn, a shower of food was thrown towars them by women wailing and calling out their names, though none of the scraps reached as far as the enclosure.
Andre looked up, and in a chance angle of light he saw a woman's face in which the eyes were fixed with terrible ferocity on a child beside him. Why did she stare ass thought she hated him? Then it came toAndre that she was not looking in hatred, but had lept her eyes so intensely open in order to fix the picture of her child in her mind. She was looking to remember, for ever.
He held on hard to Jacob as they mounted the platform of the bus. Some of the children were to small to manage the step up and had to be helped on by gendarmes, or pulled in by grown-ups already on board.
Andre's bus was given the signal to depart, but was delayed. A baby of a few weekd was being lifted on to the back, and the gendarme needed time to work the wooden crib over the passenger rail and into the crammed interior.
Eventually, the bus roared as the driver engaged the gear and bumped slowly out through the entrance, the headlights for a moment lighting up the cafe opposite before the driver turned the wheel and headed for the station.
2009年1月7日 星期三
校園迷糊大王之一
其實完左好耐的了..
烏丸真係有病
要坐輪椅又唔記得晒d野
呢集(vol.22)唔係爆笑
而係講返2年c班既人
響經歷左好多事之後
對唔同野有唔同既堅持
同埋理想
好中意天滿
唔單只因為萌呆毛
仲係為佢對一方面事情
既堅持同執著
佢雖然傻更更咁
但係佢對八雲既保護照顧
仲有一份姐姐對妹妹既愛
我想講一句
我被打敗了
佢最後even願意為一個自己愛既人
甘心留在佢身邊
仲去庶生活奮鬥
這對天滿咁貪玩但b既人黎講
係一件幾咁難既事
塚本天滿
真正的長大了
播磨可以詬係由頭到尾既男主角
徹頭徹尾既笑角
佢雖然誤會100%
但係囝種傻勁
實在令人折服
有折服
有感動
我反而比佢d動物感動
好記得有一幕
d動物比人發現之後
跳舞扮純情比警察睇
為左保護(捍衛?)主人
做d咁既野出黎
真係比個服字佢地
小林老師似乎一開始就set左烏丸唔係男主角
vol.22講左
佢知道自己有病
所以唔去中意天滿
佢脂醫院既囝場獨角戲
好慘..
深刻佢第一次有口
同播磨打架的一幕
果個係男你既事
我舍我永遠都唔可能明白
我只知道果個就係高潮
我認識左真正既烏丸
烏丸真係有病
要坐輪椅又唔記得晒d野
呢集(vol.22)唔係爆笑
而係講返2年c班既人
響經歷左好多事之後
對唔同野有唔同既堅持
同埋理想
好中意天滿
唔單只因為萌呆毛
仲係為佢對一方面事情
既堅持同執著
佢雖然傻更更咁
但係佢對八雲既保護照顧
仲有一份姐姐對妹妹既愛
我想講一句
我被打敗了
佢最後even願意為一個自己愛既人
甘心留在佢身邊
仲去庶生活奮鬥
這對天滿咁貪玩但b既人黎講
係一件幾咁難既事
塚本天滿
真正的長大了
播磨可以詬係由頭到尾既男主角
徹頭徹尾既笑角
佢雖然誤會100%
但係囝種傻勁
實在令人折服
有折服
有感動
我反而比佢d動物感動
好記得有一幕
d動物比人發現之後
跳舞扮純情比警察睇
為左保護(捍衛?)主人
做d咁既野出黎
真係比個服字佢地
小林老師似乎一開始就set左烏丸唔係男主角
vol.22講左
佢知道自己有病
所以唔去中意天滿
佢脂醫院既囝場獨角戲
好慘..
深刻佢第一次有口
同播磨打架的一幕
果個係男你既事
我舍我永遠都唔可能明白
我只知道果個就係高潮
我認識左真正既烏丸
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