30 December 2010

Highly improbable events

Just recently, I gained a whole another level of understanding about highly improbable events.
First of all, highly improbable events do happen. I knew that, but I had the proof.
Second, there are people around who highly improbable things happen way too often. That would be me (?), maybe someone else around me.

I'm not counting having cancer as an improbable event. I did believe that, but not anymore.
Non-small cell Lung cancer: improbable among lung cancer patients.
Surviving more than a year after diagnosis in fase III/IV: improbable. I found out it was never more than 15% of cases, in any country.
Metastases to brain: highly improbable (specially as the first organ to where a lung cancer metastases).
Now, what is the chance of a bunch of improbable events to happen to one same person? I'd say, highly improbable. That one person: my mom.
I'm not happy. But I'm not complaining either. What is there to say. I just feel very...so not useful. I'm starting to wonder if a drug that has a improbably low rate of success would cure her.

24 December 2010

Never dull a day (2)

As I predicted, when my parents and I went to the consultation of IPO to know the results of my mother's magnetic ressonance, the doctor gave us some really bad news. What, he said it was even worse than he expected. He said that brain metastasis was rare and usually the last organ to be affected. But in this case, it was the first metastatic site. Why does my mother's case has to be always in the minority, huh?!
Anyway, yesterday was a bad day. And, so was today. I guess when you don't start well, you don't get any better. Very early in the morning, one of my sim cards went crazy. It is giving me the "Insert sim card" notice in every cellphone I put it in. My! Does my Christmas this year have to be this bad? I mean, I don't think it can get any worse, but I'm sure that life will somehow manage to surprise me.

23 December 2010

Never dull a day

Last Christmas, I was sick, my mom was sick, and my dad was out of town.
This year, everything went well until my mom got sick, again. I really hope this doesn't turn into a habit.
Today, we were supposed to use our car to drive us to the hospital for my mother's appointment. But, very (un)luckily, yesterday, a friend of our came by to check our car, and found out we had a flat tire and had to switch it. Problem: The stands were already closed and the back-up we had was not allowed to run on high-way. GREAT!
Today, we got to hear a horrible turn out for my mothers symptoms recently. The main doctor suspects some cancer cell colonization in the meningis. As far as it concerns me, it is as horrible as it sounds.
Tomorrow, I guess I'll just have to wait up for another wave of bad news. big, great christmas...
Really, never dull a day. I nearly wish these days to be as dull as ever.

17 December 2010

Library worm

I just found out the awesomeness of my local library!!
I love reading novels. And usually, I don't say I read books, I devour them.
I went to do some blood analysis today. And after I finally was allowed to eat my beloved breakfast, I decided it was time for me to stop by my local library. Before going to college, I was a quite frequent user of the library. Even though I was finding it more and more difficult to find books that I would want to read in leisure time, I managed somehow to always find one. After the college thing, that stopped because I barely had time to finish house chores and social meetings.
Last day I went there, was summer holidays 2009. I found 3 new books. All recently published, 2 of them, I wanted to read.
This year, finally, I decided to drop by again. 12 new books. All best sellers and recently published. 4 of them I already read. 2 of them, not interested, and the other 6 are the books I wanted to read since I began college, but never had the chance to find the books. Awesome!
I'm going to have the hell of a fantastic Christmas this year!

busy times coming

Finally, Christmas. A thousand hurrays for the blessed holidays I'll have.
Even though, usually, I don't recommend my kind of holidays to anybody, given that I'm way busier on holidays than work days.
First day of holidays, what to do: Sleep till late and do house chores. Now, first day over.
Let's proceed to the second day: house chores and house chores.
Great holidays isn't that?
Well, that's only the first days. Wait for more.
Next days: Shopping, house chores, reading and studying. Well, the part of studying is not quite studying as you see, it's not for school. It's more extensive reading on subjects that I like, and of course, also novels.
Good.
Christmas eve and Christmas day is definitely party time. Last year we gathered and made it a white night playing different card games. This year, as far as I'm concerned I'll have a BBQ. And, I'm definitely planning to go ice skating for the first time in my life. I just hope I don't fall too badly. The last time I fell, it was worse than just badly. I'm still feeling the consequences even though it's already been a month and so.
By the end of holidays: finally rid of shopping, but not house chores. Studying (this time,for real) for my examinations.
Now, for real. My parents would nag me all day long about how I should be studying. Damn, as if I don't know that. Good thing is, on holidays I can definitely read whatever I want and pretend to be studying and don't have to worry and get real.

2 December 2010

December days

Second day of December.
It's freezing cold outside... and inside. Thunderstorm one after another. The weather is really awful today. Just to think that yesterday it was sunny, weather sure changes quickly.
Thunder is so loud. The light is flashing. It kind of reminded me of junk horror movie. Oh! Great! It's raining, not front above, but the from the sides! I'm soooo lucky to be at home.
I wonder why is it that it refuses to snow around here, even when it's this damn cold?!
Ha! Irony of ironies, sun is shining now, just peeking through the clouds, but shining. All around the sun are black, no maybe a bit more like grey clouds.
No! Not seagulls gaggling! (Seagulls gaggling-- translation: there will be storm tomorrow.)

Ahhh.... This is lazy me talking. I shouldn't have to be up so early in the morning and out in such a cold day. But little me went to university just to have a small 30-minute quiz. 9 in the morning! Raining and freezing! Cold is all right, but rain is not all right at all! Damn.
And now, at home I still have to go on studying. Stupid me is staring at the same thing for an hour, therefore, lazy me decided to take a break. No good TV, fed up of videogames... can't find a single interesting thing to do. Oh, this is bad, am I depressing? No, I guess not.
Little me, ganbare!


当全世界约好一起下雨,让我们约好一起在心里放晴。

30 November 2010

From Yesterday

What a beautiful sunset I would have seen if that cloud wans't there. But, even if the cloud hides the sun, the view is still soothing.
The calm sea resembles that of a hot summer twilight. Right now, it's cloud winter though. The sky is all clear but for that one big cloud hiding the sun. It's sunset time. Maybe next time I'll get lucky.
Pink and purple are the colours of this winter sky. I'm in the warmth of this train which takes me to a place called home.
Everything just feels so right now, why does it have to change as soon as I arrive home??! Yeah, I've got work to do. Bah. Soon it will be night and cold will kick in. Ah, how much would I give to be already on holidays.
Oh! I got a peek of the setting sun. Damn, it's too bright for my naked eyes. Half orange biscuit in the blue juice called ocean. I wonder if it tasted as good as Oreo in the milk.
Gotta go. Time surely flies.

11 November 2010

Mystic Oporto





Photos I took when I got up in the morning of November 2nd.




I've been really busy. But seeing that right in the morning made feel way better. Maybe I should just look at the pictures every morning.
Don't nag me about photographing skills. I know pretty well that I have none.

"Even foogier than yesterday. I feel like I'm out of this world. High up in the skies. A mystic city in the cloud, Oporto. I like that title. Then again, it's so rare to feel so happy over something so small.
The sun is rising. Rays of sun pierce right through this fog creating all of a paradise of light. After I took the picture, it reminded me of Akatsuki in Tegami Bachi. The city where the artificial sun is. Though, of course, this sun is not artificial, but very real.
Hurray for one more happy day." - Extract from my photo journal.

10 October 2010

Rain

And once again, Fall came. Rainy season has arrived. No matter how hard I try, I just can't get myself out of this depressed mood.
Somehow, the weather really matters to me. I'm already a full fledge crybaby, when on rainy season I can manage to cry even more. Rain makes me feel uneasy, unsecure.
So many times, when I don't know what I should do, I look outside, and I realize it is raining. Should I blame the raining? Maybe. Once in high school, I even came around with a theory that I could only have good score on a physics test if the weather was good.
Once again, a rainy day. Not so bad if I'm idle. But this time, I happen to have too many things to do. I hate this feeling of having endless things to do. What more, in an awful day like this, results in not doing a single thing. Well, actually I've done a lot, but just they are not what I'm supposed to do for the day. I do wonder if I have this medical condition called depression.
Go away rain. You really are making me feel weird.

18 August 2010

Working Overtime Could Kill You

by LiveScience Staff
posted: 11 May 2010 12:43 pm ET
Working overtime can take its toll on more than just sanity. It might be bad for the heart, a new study reveals.

Among 6,014 people followed for about 11 years, those who worked 10 or more hours a day had a 60-percent higher risk of heart-related problems, such as death due to heart disease or a non-fatal heart attack, than those who didn't work overtime.

The results held even after the researchers accounted for other risk factors that might influence heart problems, such as smoking, being overweight, or having high cholesterol.

1 August 2010

First

The day my dad wisely broke his nose was one day of many first times.
First time seen a broken nose, not very good. Would have been a lot better if it was someone else's nose. (Not that I actually I wished it would happen to someone.)
First time staying nearly all day long in a hospital. Not good. Not good at all, since I hate hospitals and clinics and pharmacies.
First time riding an ambulence. Very funny. Luckily, it was not an emergency. Somehow, the ambulence is pretty narrow inside, very unlike what I used to imagine from what is seen on TV. Of course TV is a whole different thing. Somehow, I'm glad that the ambulence I was in with my father, was not in an emergency rescue mission. It surely had first aid kits and a lot of equipment, but I just don't think it has enough to save one's life till he/she arrives the hospital.

29 July 2010

Panic

For the first time in my life I felt shock. Maybe not the first, the second (the very first one, I dare say, not many can remember).
Today, I met panic. Now, that I know what panic is, I hope to never meet it again. My body refused to obey my commands. I felt awful. I felt like throwing up, though I was hungry with potencially nothing in my stomach. I felt like passing out right there, and my eyes refused to see anything at all even though my glycemy level should be just fine and I'm not that much blind. Cold sweat all over me, tough it's summer and I'm supposed to sweat, but not like this.
I felt sick.
And the reason for all those reactions: my father PROBABLY broke his nose. There was just so much blood in his face at first. His face looked so swelled. After a while, it began to color. Not a very good color though, it was purple. Well, the external bleeding stopped, but I'm not very positive about this.
In a way, I'm glad I didn't go for a medicine course.

14 July 2010

Doomed

I finally begin to understand why this society is doomed. Because nobody gives a damn about education. People are brought up to be mediocre, not to be good at what they do. Just mediocre is enough for most of the society. That sucks. Or at least I think it does.
That may be my anger speaking, but I do feel a bit frustrated. Teachers, most of them don't guide their students to find answers on their own, or to look up what they want to know. If a student asks something a bit more complex, I find the usual answer very creative: "That doesn't matter." or "It doesn't exist". Which happens to mean, "I don't want to get worked up and explain it to you." Well, eventually, I can understand that sort of thinking. If every single student asked about something, the teacher would have so much trouble dealing with the questions. But, and there is a big but. Not every student wants to know more. Not every student wants to be excellent. That's what makes the difference. Just how many students geniuses-of-tomorrow were burried underneath those simple answers? Doesn't exist? They do exist, the problem is that no one wants to go through the trouble of saying: "It does exist. But for this level of proficiency, you don't need to know that." It isn't that much of a long sentence compared to the standard answer.
A friend of mine is always mentioning the story about square root of negative numbers. Yeah, I hear that a lot from my teachers too. No, there is no square root for negative numbers. No, there isn't until the last year of high school, when the very same teacher says: Yes, there are imaginary numbers which take part in thee square root of negative numbers. Great. Then what was the bullshit about it didn't exist?! Huh?!
Another very funny one is from my Chemistry teacher. Damn, the answer she gave me really made me laugh. There was a chemical equation for which we had to write down the products of a certain reaction. I wrote down my answer. Then the one teacher gave the class was different. So, I thought I was wrong. But, it bugged me so I asked a chemist about the answer I wrote. Turns out that my answer was actually right. Next day, I sought my chemistry teacher and confronted her with my answer. What did she say? Ha, she said: Your answer is the correct answer, but in this stage of studies you are not supposed to know that, that's why there is another standard answer. What the hell?! That's what I thought, because I just couldn't see any similarities in the standard answer and my own, which turns out to be a correct one.
Another problem this brings would probably be the death of curiosity. Teachers don't encourage students to find out more about certain subjects on their own. The whole system teaches not knowledge, nor method, but standard answers. How many curious students did that kill? I'm not going to say I'm a victim, because I'm not. But that sort of thing really did kill my curiosity for a long while. And I didn't realize until I got it back. This way of teaching sucks! Not as if I can suggest one better, but I'm sure there is someone out there that can.
I suddenly begin to understand why rich people have their personal tutor. That's really sort of useful.

18 June 2010

Expectations

I really really hate when people have too much expectations on me. I really do hate it. Because I hate to disappoint them.
When they have some kind of expectation and I let them down, which happens quite often, I feel bad, real bad. I wonder why. I shouldn't be the one feeling bad here! I shouldn't, but I feel horrible when I let people down, I feel guilty. It makes me mad.
I wonder if I'll ever overcome that feeling of guilt.

9 May 2010

rolling tummy

And off we go, to somewhere we don't know. Only thing we do know is that our little tummy belly is going to be round full.
That was yesterday. It was raining (awful). I asked my friends to be at the railway station at 11.20, but then, when I was on my way there, I started to worry if I should have set the meeting time a bit earlier in case they were late. Luckily, they were not.
(we set sail in the darkness of the rain out to malaposta)
Well, not sail, but...whatever.
We walked from the station we got off to the supposed restaurant. On the way, we passed by a small bridge and the landscape looked so unreal, specially after the rain. There was also and old abandoned building alongside the road, reminds our party of some typical movie scenario.
The important thing is not all this. But these, our hard work at the restaurant:
Oh yes, completely wiped out. I was just starving when I started, but in the end, my tummy said I was rather full. Oh yes, I felt like my little tummy belly suddenly grew.
That was the hell of a feast. Awesome.

30 April 2010

Peace

Why is it that peace is only brought over dead bodies?
It was necessary for the president of poland to die in an accident, a plane crash, for the frozen relatinoships of Russia and Poland make some development? I'm glad, true. It's good for two countries to have friendly relationships (though not yet determined). Also true that same emotions bring people together, specially sadness, tragedy. But is it really necessary for those tragedies to happen to make people realize things about peace, cooperation and unity? It shouldn't but unfortunately it does.

17 April 2010

Far Away From Home - Groove Coverage

I'm loving living every single day but sometimes I feel so....
I hope to find a little peace of mind and I just want to know.

And who can heal those tiny broken hearts, and what are we to be.
Where is home on the milkyway of stars, I dry my eyes again.

In my dreams I'm not so far away from home
What am I in a world so far away from home
All my life all the time so far away from home
without you I'll be so far away from home

If we could make it thrue the darkest Night we'd have a brither day.
the world I see beyond your pretty eyes, makes me want to stay.

And who can heal those tiny broken hearts, and what are we to be.
Where is home on the milkyway of stars, I dry my eyes again.

In my dreams I'm not so far away from home
What am I in a world so far away from home
All my life all the time so far away from home
without you I'll be so far away from home

I count on you, no matter what they say, cause love can find it's time.
I hope to be a part of you again, baby let us shine.

And who can heal those tiny broken hearts, and what are we to be.
Where is home on the milkyway of stars, I dry my eyes again.

In my dreams I'm not so far away from home
What am I in a world so far away from home
All my life all the time so far away from home
without you I'll be so far away from home

In my dreams I'm not so far away from home
What am I in a world so far away from home
All my life all the time so far away from home
without you I'll be so far away from home

11 April 2010

Friends out there

I wonder if what those people I once knew are doing right now. All those people that were my friends, where are they.
Sometimes I really wonder, what makes a person 'a friend' of mine. When I think about it, I really don't know. When you don't see each other, it seems like you cease being friends. Is it what that word is supposed to mean? From all the friends I made, I only have any news from few of them. From that few, only 3 are far away. Does time and the distance between people erase friendship? It shouldn't, but it does.
Just now, a friend called because someone was hell sick. Will ever a person far away remeber they even have such a friend if he/she wasn't sick? In my mind, something like this would go on:
"Hey, do you know X? That student of ..., that does...?"
"Who? Oh! Yeah! I know, he was a friend of mine."
"Yeah? Oh, well, he's sick."
"Really? Is he ok?" (faked pity of worry, or truly felt worry. I don't know, and I don't care.)
There goes the so supposed friend looking up the phone list.
"Oh, I found the number, let's phone him."
Great. Really great. I don't think that person would have ever remembered his sick friend if he wasn't sick! But gladly, it's not a case which one person remembers another only when the second one is already dead.
People move on. True. But, shouldn't one remember those who helped him/her get to where he is?

4 April 2010

无题

每天都有很多人死亡。为何今天不是你,不是我?
如果下一刻死了,生中最大的遗憾是什么?(这个问题是谁问的?那个该死的问的?我不记得了。)如果遗憾太多,那个最遗憾?
曾经在无数人口中听到各种各样的答案。但是,每次问自己,答案都是个空白。
遗憾?我没有,一个都没有。(也许,只是也许会有一点想多一点时间去报复那些没来得及报复的人。这是我复仇天使的本性。不过,错过了这个机会我也无所谓。)也许,我自己也不知道,早几年听到这个问题会给处一个甚至很多答案。那个从没认识过世界,从没感激过世界的自己。
时间飞过。每天都是新的一天。每天都是重生。早晨醒来,总不知道到底会发生些什么,很期待。虽然我也会抱怨,也会不希望明天来得那么快,但是我会感激活着的每一天。每天都是感恩节。多一天就是都无数次机会,无数次幸福的机会。有这么一天,很不幸福,如果再有一天,一定要把幸福翻倍的补偿回来。
虽然时间不断流动,但是自己还是自己。人会变,但是不会变成别人。或许,更是不该变成别人。如果,回到过去,能再一次作出选择,我相信,我的选择会是一样的。因为我是我,在同样的情况下,拥有着同样的知识,我会作出同样的选择。(当然,这部包括偶然事件。)所以,我不会后悔,从不后悔自己作出的任何选择。(既然再有一次机会也一样,为什么后悔?)
如果下一刻就死,有遗憾吗?(有!没写完这篇文!)还是没有。

21 March 2010

2009年经典到变态的语录(选)

送你一笑



看到成都把公交遇难人员定为凶手,上海方面非常羡慕,他们多么想说,那幢楼是被那个遇难工人推倒的。

广播体操现在开始:╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗╔囧╗╔囧╝╚囧╝╚囧╗

电话费透支90万的判无期,撞死人的判3年;自动取款机恶意取款17万判无期,贪污几千万判10年。——精彩中国。电话费透支90万的判无期,撞死人的判3年;自动取款机恶意取款17万判无期,贪污几千万判10年。——精彩中国。

到一寺庙,一得道高僧讲:施主捐些款吧,三百五百的都行。回答说:实在没带这么多钱,下次吧。高僧回答:可以刷卡。

骗子太多,傻子明显不够用了

寂寞就是有人说话时,没人在听;有人在听时,你却没话说了!

地铁上的广告:挤吗?买辆车吧!出租车上的广告:堵吗?坐地铁吧!(我觉得到着说更逻辑点)

史上最神秘的部门:有关部门;史上最神秘的人:知情人士;史上最权威的人:砖家叫兽。

20 March 2010

my crisis of existence

In a big city, there are so many people. Even though it may be so crowded that you could touvh the total stranger next to you, yet you are still alone. Why?
Maybe it's because you didn't work to know those people. True. There may be more people than one needs to meet and know, but what in life is exactly what is needed? And how many unneeded things were done?
Sometimes, I sit and think about what all those people are doing. So many of them working hard (maybe not in this slow and lazy country called Portugal) and striving to achieve their goals.

21 February 2010

Coincidence

Portugal really is a strangely small country.
There goes little me hurrying to the train station because I needed so much to catch this train, but I left my house a bit late due to some addiction to Anime (=Soul Eater on MTV Portugal). Then, again, arriving at the train station, little me goes as fast as she can, and when she saw that the train she was supposed to catch didn't leave yet, she took some quick steps and... hop. There I go. Success. I got on the train.
I finally calm myself down and look around. What do I see? The winner of 2009 edition Portuguese singing competition "Ídolos" right in front of me. «Oh, my. My eyes are worse than I thought they'd be.» That's what I thought. (Just to be clear, I'm incredibly near-sighted.) Then, I look at the person who was beside that winner... «Oh, my. It's definetely my eyes problems. That guy is my primary school. But, of course he wouldn't recognize me. I cut my hair, even those who knew me from high school nearly didn't recognize me.»
And then, right when I was to think, «Oh, never mind, I'll ust read a bit.» A guy went to the winner (Filipe something, I don't remember) and sheked his hand and all. Stupid me is so slow that thought «Oh, how good to find a friend on such a crowded train.» Then, a minute later, «Hey, wait a minute, that guy wasn't his friend... He was the winner's fan! I'm so dumb.» And the second thought happened to be true, because some people around me moved closer to that Filipe and one of the ladies even asked him to speak to her husband which was a great fan of his and asked him an autograph. I thought the situation was hilarious. I wonder if all those world scale famous singers and actors and big names have moments like that. Supposedly normal, but normal at all.

9 February 2010

whoosh

Things do change a lot in a few days.
What was green yesterday, today turned brown.
What was beautiful yesterday, today, does not exist.
Just how much do we belong to this world?

29 January 2010

过生日

“我们去罗石城吧。”亚杰提到。
“这是你第一次提意见。罗石有什么特别吗?”虎鹰很敏捷的问道。
“我只是过几天在那里有事。”
到了罗石城,亚杰就和虎鹰分开了。亚杰不知道的是,其实虎鹰一直跟在他后面。看到她坐在一棵树边,说着什么。
当晚,押解在遇到虎鹰的时候,发现她有所变化,露出了一个淘气的笑容。
“怎么样,想念我们了吧?”
“你们想干什么呀?”亚杰有点警惕。
“哥,走啦!”燕子拉着亚杰就往城外跑去。一直跑到一块荒地。
“祝你生日快乐……”燕子和虎鹰笑嘻嘻地唱着。
“你们怎么知道?”亚杰一脸惊讶。
“傻!傻瓜!什么在罗石有事。明明就是自己的生日,想回家乡。”虎鹰笑道。
“虎鹰姐叫我乖一点,不要惹麻烦,一早晨都跟在你后面。”燕子说。
“我读了你的唇语。一想到你对那棵树讲话我就想笑。”虎鹰解释道。
“从小我就经常来这里。这棵树也是从前唯一留到现在的。罗石早就不是以前的罗石了。”亚杰回忆起。
“对不起。不过,你也不用那么恋旧嘛!”
亚杰笑了。带着一点讽刺的笑,但是很帅,很真。
“是啊!现在有你们两个丫头缠着,哪有时间恋旧!不过,还是这样好。”
“如果你早点告诉我们今天是你的生日的话,我们就可以准备给你的礼物啦。”
“所以呢,因为时间不够,我们就把今晚夜空的星星送给你。你看如何?”
亚杰这才抬起头。藏蓝的天空中,反省闪闪,想在对他点头,对他微笑。
虽然夜晚很冷,但是他却感到一股暖风迎面吹来。
亚杰的人身的这一章节终于将要告一个段落。但是翻过这章的最后一页,还很难。

28 January 2010

蚂蚁

一排蚂蚁一起出行,很像虎鹰姐,亚杰哥和我。慢慢地,齐齐地向前爬。头上的蚂蚁东张西望的,像是在探路。尾头的蚂蚁经常回头,像是在断尾。哥经常这样。他说,得经常注意背后,看看有没有人跟踪或偷袭。
我非常好奇,所以拿着一根小树枝袭击队尾的那只蚂蚁。我已碰到它,它就像屁股着火似的,没头没脑的乱窜。其它蚂蚁也纷纷跑开了。我很兴奋地告诉姐姐,原来蚂蚁中的最后一只也是用来断尾的。
“这也不一定,有些蚂蚁会自顾自的逃亡。你有没有注意过,一般搬着东西的蚂蚁就算逃不快也不会放下他所搬的?”
“没有哦。”我倒是从来没注意过箫汕村的蚂蚁是怎么样的。
啊!蚂蚁开始打斗了!这可是我第一次见到。一开始只是互相碰一碰,像姐教我一样,要先试探对方,衡量一下敌人到底有多强。咦?怎么不打了?
“这是僵局。谁先出手谁赢的机会就少一点。”我想,姐一定会通心术!我心里问什么她就答什么。
一会儿,左边的那只开始攻击了。它们用头撞来撞去,好像在比哪只头更硬似的。打斗的节奏很快。不久,右边的蚂蚁被撞出几厘米的距离,好像一条小腿都被摔断了。不过他好像很不服输又往对方那边撞去。它们似乎都互不相让。真不知道它们为了什么那么拼。蚂蚁毕竟小,打斗的时间也没人长。很快就分出胜负了。左边的那只蚂蚁慢慢地,一瘸一瘸地离开了。右边那只,拖着那条被摔断的腿,爬到一块面包屑边,抬起它后,也慢慢地离开了。
只为一块面包屑啊!
“如果燕子是那块面包屑的话,我一定会比它更拼命。”亚杰哥不知何时也来看蚂蚁了。
“如果燕子是那块面包屑,我一定会不付代价把对方打残。”姐笑道。
“我都快可怜想袭击我的人了。”虽然嘴上这么讲,但是心里很高兴。没有了爸妈,但是还有那么疼我的哥哥姐姐。

秋雁

秋日临到,一群大雁从上空飞过。
“姐,好多雁子!”燕子兴奋地指着天空。
群雁南飞是再普通不过的现象。毕竟,秋天已经开始逼近。
清晨,我带着燕子和亚杰牵着马,慢慢走在乡间小道上。大雁时不时地成群飞过。虽然平凡,但是总是那么整齐,那么壮观。大雁又飞了,我们又上路了。成群成对的雁排出的各种群形也是空中一景。有伙伴在一起多幸福,就算要飞多久多远都不会感到孤独。
一转眼,又是一群大雁叫着从头上飞过,使我想起过去。一样的时间,同一个地方也是这么看着一群群的大雁。自然的美在于同一季会有同样的现象出现,就像年年南飞的大雁。自然之妙在于同一个现象却每次都有所不同。
一年前,站在这里看着时而成“一”时而成“人”,心里的两种感觉分别是无聊和羡慕。无聊,因为无趣的大雁年年成群飞翔,它们只能飞,只能逃避。羡慕,因为每次起程它们都有那么多的同胞一起吃苦享甜,使自己感到很孤单。
一年后的今天,同样站在这里看一群过路的雁。群形如往,有些单调,但是还带着那点壮观。妙在看着得我不再感到无聊或羡慕。有朋友在身边,无聊也能有趣,所羡慕的也能拥有。
乡间路上,三人一队的陆雁慢慢的欣赏者秋雁带来的感受。百年不变的美和次次有新的妙。

礼物

“亚杰,跟我们一个月了。辛苦吧?该给你点奖金,也算对得起你对燕子的教导。”虎鹰提起。
“虎鹰,真谢谢你,但是,不用了。这个月,经过了不少地方,吃得住的都是最好的,这点就够了。你一定也不容易。”
“你……太善良了吧。”虎鹰笑道。
“我?我这种善良是一路杀出来的,你懂吗?”亚杰强调了。
“唔。”虎鹰陷入沉思。
独自走在街上,虎鹰想着:真没想到亚杰会那么坦白地告诉我她闯世界的经验。那么既然他很能打,应改买个什么样的礼物送给他呢?什么样的东西才能表达出我的感激和关心呢?
两天后,虎鹰把
一个简陋的盒子递给了亚杰
“模样不怎么样,而且也不算值钱。再说,我觉得如果是珠宝类的你一定会拒绝。我觉得它最能表达我的用意。”
亚杰打开盒子,拿出一颗打了洞穿在一根钢链上的牙。亚杰有点惊讶地看着虎鹰,问:“这是怎么来的?是虎牙吧。”
“对啊!听说猛兽的牙可以当护身符,所以,我就去找了一颗虎牙。”虎鹰笑道。
“谢谢。”亚杰低头仔细看着那个护身符。链子上刻着“亚杰”两字和一只燕子。亚杰突然感到一种温暖和幸福。
亚杰抬起头看着眼前这个深不可测的女孩,产生了强大的好奇感:“你去猎来的?”他指了指虎牙。
“没有啦。那么难猎到虎。我只不过占人家便宜,刚死的虎,牙就被我偷了。”
两人一阵狂笑。
“谢谢你的用心。”亚杰给出了一个很真诚的笑容。“这是我收到的最珍贵的礼物。”
“一件礼物能换回你多一点的真诚,我又占便宜了。”说完,虎鹰就哈哈大笑。亚杰也跟着一块儿笑。
夜空中回荡着他们的笑声。从此以后,这个者正的无价之宝就一直带在亚杰身上。日后多次,亚杰因虎鹰送的护身符而得救,甚至从虎鹰的刀下得救。

Mark Mills

Pensamos todos que sabemos a resposta,
e estamos todos enganados.
Nem tenho a certeza se saberemos qual é a pergunta.

虽说入春,
浪涛依旧、
涛势汹涌,
无比震撼。

雨后总有太阳,
幸运会有彩虹。
美丽无不努力,
幸好身边有你。

20 January 2010

我的未来不是梦-张雨生(歌词欣赏)

你是不是像我在太阳下低头

流着汗水默默辛苦的工作

你是不是像我就算受了冷漠

也不放弃自己想要的生活


你是不是像我整天忙着追求

追求一种意想不到的温柔

你是不是像我曾经茫然失措

一次一次徘徊在十字街头


因为我不在乎 别人怎么说

我从来没有忘记我

对自己的承诺 对爱的执著



我知道我的未来不是梦

我认真的过每一分钟

我的未来不是梦

我的心跟着希望在动

我的未来不是梦

我认真的过每一分钟

我的未来不是梦

我的心跟着希望在动

跟着希望在动


你是不是像我整天忙着追求

追求一种意想不到的温柔

你是不是像我曾经茫然失措

一次一次徘徊在十字街头

因为我不在乎 别人怎么说

我从来没有忘记我

对自己的承诺 对爱的执著



我知道我的未来不是梦

我认真的过每一分钟

我的未来不是梦

我的心跟着希望在动

我的未来不是梦

我认真的过每一分钟

我的未来不是梦

我的心跟着希望在动

跟着希望在动

Premonition

My mother does not consume drugs, does not smoke, does not drink, has a healthy diet. Every thing normal, but she has lung carcinoma.
Why do I have the feeling that I'm rather an ominous person??? This year I started my course on Pharmacology... I'm actually starting to scratch the cancer subject and my mother becomes a live example. What are the odds? If god exists, is he against me? Unbelievable.
And to think that it is not the first time something this ominous happens...

17 January 2010

Viruses May Play A Role In Lung Cancer Development

ScienceDaily (2008-04-25) -- New research highlights emerging evidence that common viruses may contribute to the development of lung cancer. Experts agree that smoking is by far the most important factor that contributes to lung cancer development. But other factors can play a role in some cases.


Experts agree that smoking is by far the most important factor that contributes to lung cancer development. But other factors can play a role in some cases.
In one report at the conference Dr.Arash Rezazadeh and colleagues from the University of Louisville, Kentucky, USA, describe the results of a study on 23 lung cancer samples from patients in Kentucky.
The researchers found six samples that tested positive for the presence of human papilloma virus (HPV), the virus that also causes many cases of cervical cancer. One was later shown to be a cervical cancer that had spread to the lungs.
Of the remaining 5 virus-positive samples, two were HPV type 16, two were HPV type 11 and one was HPV type 22. "The fact that five out of 22 non-small-cell lung cancer samples were HPV-positive supports the assumption that HPV contributes to the development of non-small-cell lung cancer," the authors say.
All the patients in this study were also smokers, Dr. Rezazadeh notes. "We think HPV has a role as a co-carcinogen which increases the risk of cancer in a smoking population," he says.

In another paper, Israeli researchers suggest that measles virus may also be a factor in some lung cancers. Their study included 65 patients with non-small-cell lung cancer, of whom more than half had evidence of measles virus in tissue samples taken from their cancer.
"Measles virus is a ubiquitous human virus that may be involved in the pathogenesis of lung cancer," says lead author Prof. Samuel Ariad from Soroka Medical Center in Beer Sheva, Israel. "Most likely, it acts in modifying the effect of other carcinogens and not as a causative factor by itself."

3 January 2010

little me

There goes little me to the university.
The timetable comes out and little me has 24 hours of classes per week. Hurray!!! There goes little me thinking that university might be fun. The semester ended and Christmas break came. Then, little me began to realize that 24 hours of classes per week is nothing at all compared to the time it takes to know all the things professors taught. Little me is little already, but yet, little me shrank. Yes. Examinations are not that easy to deal with. And christmas, which was supposed to be holidays, was spent worrying about the next examination which happens to be tomorrow.
Little me, sad me is really stressed. Guess what, it's time to get out of this illusion and begin to work hard. Once in a while hard working might not be bad, actually.