Archive for 03月, 2009


The Boondock Saints

Now you will receive us.
  
We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.
  
We do not want your tired and sick.
  
It is your corrupt we claim.
  
It is your evil that will be sought by us.
  
With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
  
Each day we will spill their blood ’til it rains down from the skies.
  
Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal; these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
  
These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
  
There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain.
  
For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three and on that day you will reap it.
  
And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
  
And Shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. We shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Funny Day

从这一天起,告别每天九点起床的悠闲,人体闹钟带司机接送的从容。
没关系,对一个意志坚强的男人,这有何难。

晨:
刚八点就出门,神清气爽,漂亮,太婆送我,稳当,一路向南,很好很好。
上一环就堵车,寸步难移,郁闷,时光飞逝,烦躁,差点迟到,惊险惊险。

午:
步行半小时去吃华阳土鸡,超出一周运动量,落座,点菜。
电停了。。。。。。
小妹儿说:不好意思停电了,只有炖土鸡,拌土鸡两个菜,其他的都做不出来,还吃吗?

。。。。。。

味道还真不错,4盘凉菜下一碗炖鸡,超出两顿的摄入量,整完,收工。
电来了。。。。。。
小妹儿说:你们刚刚点的菜做的出来了,你们还要不?

结帐,负责点菜的老罗说,按点的菜一桌大概300多,结果我们两桌才吃了200多。
。。。。。。

步行半小时回公司,哪个异次元空间的气象学家说今天要降温8度的,大汗都出来了,直接吼+转+淘汰,first blood!!!

暮:
运动量挺大,消化挺快,好容易盼着可以回了。
七点十分的第三班班车,不堵车的最好选择。
于是腾讯科技园十二壮士/女七点准时出现在楼下,兴高采烈,意气风发,论工作,说学习,谈笑间,人去楼空。七点十分,谈笑间,人去楼空生疑。七点二十分,人去楼空生疑心慌。电话职能同事,今天只有两班车。。。。。。
十二壮士/女自行组队,明天凭票报销出租费。。。。。。
打电话,搬太婆,路灯亮,肚皮饿。。。。。。
惆怅间,大学同寝室的兄弟,我的婚礼伴郎,钻石李老五悠闲的从面前走过。
问:你去哪里啊?
答:我回家啊?
问:走路回家啊?
答:是啊,我猜今天就要遇到你。。。。。。

目送兄台阔步前行,更饿了。一野猪儿出现,迅速打电话,取消召唤太婆仪式,拉上3个壮士,立马上车,Just do it!!!

师傅一打量我们几个,颇深沉的说:“你们几个是华为的吧。”

Abso-fucking-lutely funny day。

fate/stay night

I am the bone of my sword. 

Steel is my body and fire is my blood.

I have created over a thousand blades.

Unknow to Death.

Nor known to Life.

Have withstood pain to create many weapons.

Yet those hands will never hold anything.

So as I pary Unlimited Blade Works.

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