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直到生命終結的那天


“這個世界上最堅強的人,是孤獨地只靠自己站著的人”。

看到了這句話,一下子就對號入座了自己。心不禁有疼痛浮出,沒人想要拼命去做自己不喜歡的事,身不由己腳步卻已經停不下來。不思變,或許就不會陷入醒來的困惑,安於現狀的人也是一種幸福。骨子裏的倔強孤傲讓自己與快樂絕緣,甚至已經不記得開心的感覺。有人說:你身上看不到正能量,你如何去影響改變別人?compass college 啟示書院從不曾主動與人靠近,就是加人也是欣賞文字,僅此而已。與人交流本就不多,但是我身邊幾個要好的朋友,我沒有帶給她們負面情緒,有事會一直在,鼓勵支持,是我一直在做的。

不喜歡把自己裝的怎麼清高,之乎者也,故意寫字把一些名人的名字詞句,放進自己的文字裏,好像跟人家很熟,是親戚一樣。很簡單,安安靜靜的過每一天,不被找麻煩就會很好。不爭什麼,傷成那樣也沒休息一天,自己知道你的疼必須忍著,喊了也不會有人管。

怕自己會閑下來胡思亂想,已經在控制自己的筆,甚至不敢去合寫一些唯美的愛情文字,怕會傷了某些人。不是個會與人糾纏不清的女人,從來也不會主動靠近誰,孤單成了習慣,默默吞下所有的苦。我有淚,沒有在人前掉過,或許吧,上輩子有了虧欠,這半生都是苦痛浮出。沒有什麼覺得抱怨,釋然了所有也擔當著自己全部的責任。負能量如果是文字的蠱,怕被我影響到的盡可遠離,我不加好友,都是單項添加。路不知道有沒有盡頭,可是不會停滯不前,命運太多顛簸,不需要渡我的船,靈魂站立是可以獨自撐起天。就算很難,生命沒有終結,就不會趴下說再見!

雷聲轟隆、灰色的天空,清醒的可以犯罪。堅強到憔悴,收穫了朵朵疲憊,誰會記得有個女子畏懼黑夜裏的雷?記不得幸福的滋味,堅強背後多少眼淚,若一次淌完可以把萬里長城摧毀。找不到一個溫暖的港灣,可以停靠多年的孤單。找不到一雙眼睛,為我燃燒出灼灼烈焰。記起那年那月,你心疼我的模樣,憐惜在晶瑩中奪眶。文字本是無情,我卻賦予了太多的疼痛。一場花開、只為一陣風來。愛太多無奈,多少等待變成感慨。鑽石能量水 騙局轉身才明白,菩提本無樹,明鏡亦非臺。

俗世的煙火,是一粥一飯的簡單,那些華麗的附著就像雲端的花朵,能看不能摸。“一諾傾城,一諾白頭”。年華似水就在倉促中老去,如果可以乾坤挪移,我想毀掉記憶。七月,我端坐雲端,看著撕裂的空間,沉默無言。歲月荏苒,匆匆滑落指尖,沒有纏綿、只有蒼鷹仰天長嘯,空靈中迴旋。沒有抱怨,心裏眼中只有釋然。“釋然”這個詞很深,是放過自己、放下從前。愛情早就消逝在風裏,我是一只鷹,不可能低下高傲的頭顱,直到生命終結的那天。

下一站是幸福,真愛落何處?一步一祈禱,浮生若夢只是塵緣不曾了。思念瘋長,流淌的孤單冰冷了夏的暖。摘下綠色的藤蔓,繞在指尖,雨蝶見不到晴天。花謝無語,藏匿起來的謎底不會開啟,就像一盤棋,不落子,永遠是懸疑。無路可退,你是誰?風過都會流淚。天真的以為一條路走到黑,才可以睡。不喊累,痛也是一種極致的安慰。一杯酒,百種味!淚在心裏飛,卻笑著說:無畏!陌生到熟悉,再到陌生,多麼可悲!早知當初,那個誰、你靠得近了都覺得是陶醉。不曾改變的是自己,物是人非事事休,不離不棄有幾回!

緣分的天空,廣袤無垠,一絲風也會襲擊眼中的疲憊。孤單的心事,寫在字裏行間,哭累了、自己安慰自己說:不悔。不想堅強,只想紅袖添香,聽蟬吟蛙鳴,寂靜裏歌唱,預約下白月光。理想中的日子,不染俗世紛爭,淡泊一切名利浮華,就做閑雲野鶴,自由自在,守一處采菊東籬,種一池荷香。背上行囊,孤獨的行走是一種灑脫亦是薄涼染了霜,恍惚記得有個人曾為我落淚、想要改變人生方向。

白紙一樣的女子少了韻味,有故事的女人又少了一份簡單。不完美是缺陷、亦是一種質感。其實安靜的就像一窠草,風來便來、雨打就打,活著就不曾趴下。歲月榮枯間,接納著所有紛擾。若現在可以選擇,只想在茶裏度乾坤,一粥一飯間尋一份懂得,此生即無求不會去干預他人的人生軌跡,鑽石能量水 消委會也不想有人在我前行的路上成為絆腳石。

情字若能堪破,我就成了佛,可那樣的人生還有什麼收穫?寂靜裏燃燒,沸騰裏靜止,你不懂,我卻可以!凡事你若去算計,就沒了自然間的演繹。珍惜每一次相遇,下輩子我不會記得你。我的孤單飄進你眼裏,不要疼惜 ,我沒了愛的能力。

我知道也許最慢五年,快了三年、便會安定下來,與一人相伴終老。也許與愛情無關、只是累了,想要一個港灣,在漆黑的夜裏抱緊彼此的孤單,淚、你為我吻幹。沒有諾言,卻不離不棄直到暮年。半畝花田,有一池荷塘碧落,我會種下平凡的種子,收穫淡然的緣。流星劃過的刹那,心就已經死了,雖然努力遮掩,還是破綻百出,孤單如影隨形,那些戴著假面的諂媚不屬於我,若把生命做一種比喻,我是罌粟。紅的耀眼,卻也短暫有毒。你不靠近,你便安然,我的淚不會抵達你的眼。高山仰止巍峨處,人生最大的孤單是縱有萬丈榮光,卻只能一人把風景看遍。我、你不懂,無須品評,無須多言.....
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The scenery along the way

Monring winds waning moon, this go to years, a kind of homesickness, sorrow is broken im, just the eyebrows, but in my heart. Home, where you are.

Before every zha to hometown

Remember that is a fall, and for the first time I went to my hometown; Walked along the country road, the red brick walls, green tiles, golden wheat, sweet osmanthus, it is this side of water and soil along the everlasting scenery in this season. My father's mother's sister's home the yard has a sweet osmanthus tree, Dream beauty pro is the only surviving endured several severe winters, osmanthus flower small, soft, golden yellow, is very pleasing, as long as open a window, osmanthus fragrance is to fill in house, full chamber is fragrant, coma were smoked. The village land one tall French phoenix tree, a gust of wind blowing, you listen to "salad salad", it is autumn in even crooned, it told me the busy farming season.

A gust of wind blew the golden wheat

My house is a few acres of land, until the wheat is ripe, uncle, father's mother's sister is going to harvest a promising, at that time they catch the wheat field, is one half a day can mow three or four acres of; Night about the need to MaiKe is very hard, is to my home is small, morning is completed, finished eat, but old people said can't owe MaiKe life, we are a big treat them, my uncle but to sing Beijing Opera head, while MaiKe when having a meal, light on a throat, MaiKe happy, our heart is steadfast. Farmers but weather, drying, dyeing, Yang mic, storehouse, the same five days, see the valley on the field of the buttress is playing high, they are happy with a smile. After all it is a year of hard.

Hometown held me a pure heart, teach me how to embrace all things between heaven and earth, taught me the word of "all rivers run into sea, slide the desire". Until I leave, I smile and be happy happy home said to me: "I'll come again." But I didn't think, this is home and I don't.

After which I have never been to my hometown, until my grandpa passed away...

I sat in the car, drove in 205 national highway, with filthy family relatively silent. This April pollen and span man skin care, the earth with the gloomy, makes the motorcycle road, dumb wheat along highways, and between the clouds in fine threads everything such as sunshine, Dream beauty pro look the same as the background of the monk's "scream". This is my hometown? I want to.

Reunion is silent

Waiting sailed to SanCha Village, unexpectedly saw a row with dilapidated bungalow at the edge of the road, I asked my dad: this is my hometown, his answer is that the answer let me hard to own, no, than in the past let's shake my body and mind. My hometown, where you are. Along the path in the village, building a grey one, garbage bags, fester, greening has vanished, only look at the tree in the village of French platanus acerifolia leads me to believe that I went to my hometown. Across the field to the house of my father's mother's sister, my father's mother's sister change then fields into the building, my grandma said a conversation with her, but it wasn't long before was watching TV, after saying nothing, I'm watching, feeling a little less glorious, their eyes was missing a little spiritual...

But they and I recall childhood, they remember what is complete, than I am this also let me find some comfort, home can only exist in my mind forever, nu skin hong kong it is like the other shore flower, desolate and boundless earth cannot coexist; In the road that I couldn't see past the scenery, but I have a bearing precious memories in mind.

In life there are countless scenery on the way, the scenery is beautiful, but you "and line and treasure", because at the moment of the scenery, is the most beautiful...
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Kenya mall attack

Even the brave ways parents shielded their children during the Kenyan mall attack couldn't protect them from trauma that still lingers as PTSD.

NAIROBI, Kenya — When the shooting began at the Nairobi mall, Cynthia Carpino and her husband hid in the parking lot. But their 1-year-old daughter wouldn't stop crying how to register a business. To muffle her cries, her father placed his hand over her mouth so hard she almost suffocated. Little Azzurra fainted in his arms, and three weeks later she's still not right.

"Now when I try to put a sweater on her, and it goes over her mouth, she starts screaming and screaming," says Carpino. "I know this is because of what happened at the mall. But I don't know what to do about it."

Nor do other parents whose children were caught in the Westgate Mall horror Sept. 21 in which 67 people were killed. The parents are now struggling to help their traumatized children at the same time that they themselves are grappling with signs of distress.

The attackers struck on a Saturday afternoon, a time when families flock to the mall. At least 1,000 people were inside the four-story complex, including many children. Couples pushed strollers through marbled floors that would soon turn red with blood. Mothers with toddlers in tow loaded groceries into shopping carts at the supermarket, the same carts which would be used hours later as gurneys to evacuate the dead.

When the assault started, parents threw themselves over their children to shield them, but they couldn't block out the sights and sounds. Now the psychological toll is becoming apparent. Girls draw pictures of grenades and machine guns. Kids who once played hide-and-seek are "playing Westgate," impersonating the terrorists. Yet some children who were directly in the line of fire are showing few, if any, symptoms, creating a confusing array of responses, sometimes within the same household.

Cynthia Carpino, a Kenyan, and her Italian husband, Livio, had just parked their car and were pushing their two-seater pram up the ramp leading to the mall's rooftop terrace. When the shooting erupted, Cynthia grabbed her 12-day-old baby while her husband held Azzurra. They ran in separate directions. Cynthia slipped under a parked car, the baby cradled in her arm.

Frightened shoppers tried to squeeze in after her. The terrorists spotted them and sprayed the car, until the young mother was surrounded by a buffer of corpses. The car began leaking water, drenching her. Her baby began to cry.

"Whenever they heard a baby cry, they would throw a grenade. Then you didn't hear the cries anymore," said Carpino. "I saw the feet of one go by. He said, 'We are al-Shabab. Your president has invaded our country. Our women are being raped company registration Hong Kong. Our kids are being killed. So why should we spare your kids?' And then he opened fire."

Related: Parents key to easing psychological impact of Conn. shootings

Later al-Shabab, al-Qaida's affiliate in Somalia, would claim responsibility, saying the attack was in retaliation for Kenya's deployment of troops into Somalia, its neighbor.

Terrified that she might be spotted, Carpino opened her shirt and tried to get her baby to nurse under the chassis of the car. Each time the infant whimpered, she shoved its face into her chest, smothering the sound.

Meanwhile, her husband had ducked behind an enclosure and was struggling to calm their older daughter. When he put his hand across her mouth, she struggled, then went limp.

The family survived, but now find themselves in different worlds. Livio Carpino has gone back to his job as pilot for Kenya Airways, while his wife is afraid to leave the house. Even though both her children were smothered, her baby appears unaffected, while Azzurra struggles with tasks as simple as getting dressed.

Kenya mall attack children's trauma: Nafisa Sarkar, right, listens as her daughter, Keya, 9, demonstrates the 'Butterfly Hug' trauma technique.AP Photo: Ben Curtis
Nafisa Sarkar, right, listens as her daughter, Keya, 9, demonstrates a trauma technique in which she gives herself a 'Butterfly Hug' to make bad memories go away and good memories remain.
Clinical psychologist Katie McLaughlin, whose research at the University of Washington in Seattle focuses on post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, says trauma alters the chemistry of the brain. So Azzurra would associate something touching her face with her panic during the attack. "It's typical conditioning," McLaughlin says, and for most people it fades over time.

It's when this process fails to happen that PTSD can set in, she said in a telephone interview. PTSD is more than ordinary stress. It's associated with severe or unusual trauma. Those experiencing it may suffer from violent, intrusive thoughts. They have trouble sleeping. Once innocuous things, like a particular smell or sensation, can set off a flashback. In the community of Newton, Conn., for instance, signs ask people to close doors softly because loud bangs still bring on flashbacks, nearly a year after a gunman opened fire inside the Sandy Hook Elementary School.

A number of factors determine why even siblings can have diametrically opposed reactions to the same experience.

Keya and Kashvi Sarkar, 9-year-old twin sisters, came away with very different reactions to the attack, and what they saw may explain why. The sisters, amateur cooks, couldn't wait to get to the mall and compete in the second round of the SunGold SunRice Super Chef Junior Competition.

They had put on their white chef hats and blue aprons, and had taken their seats, waiting for their turn at the cutting board. When their mother tried to linger, she was told parents had to stay outside. So she left, and when the first explosion went off, the girls found themselves alone.

In desperation they ran to the far end of the parking lot, huddling against the wall. Keya got there first and managed to squeeze between two large women, her body shielded by theirs. Kashvi got there too late, and was left on the edge of the cowering crowd, directly exposed to the gunmen. She lay on the pavement and closed her eyes.

The grenade rolled to a stop. It began giving off black, acrid smoke. Just feet away, Kashvi stayed face down, never looking up. Keya covered her head with her arms and waited for the blast, which never came.

Kenya mall attack children's trauma: Rayan Sarkar, 6, left, recounts his experience at Westgate Mall attack as his sister Kashvi, 9, listensAP Photo: Ben Curtis
Rayan Sarkar, 6, left, recounts his experience at the Westgate Mall attack as his 9-year-old sister, Kashvi, listens.
By contrast her sister, who was far more exposed, Limited company Hong Kong showed no desire to draw pictures of what she'd seen. At school, when their teacher gave them the choice of writing about Westgate or about a trip to space, Keya chose Westgate, carefully detailing what had happened. Her sister wrote about a voyage around the cosmos.

It's indicative of how powerful images are in the trauma registered by children, says psychologist Dr. Jonathan Comer, who is leading a study surveying the responses of hundreds of youth to the Boston Marathon bombing.

Many U.S. school districts instruct children to walk out with their eyes closed from situations like the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in Connecticut last year, he said. This is specifically because there is mounting evidence of the potential harm of seeing terrible things.

Similarly, after the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks, researchers found that children were being traumatized simply by watching TV coverage of the event, says Dr. Lawrence Amsel, an assistant professor of clinical psychiatry at Columbia University. According to one 2005 study, 8 percent of children in Seattle showed signs of possible PTSD even though their only connection to the attacks was the nightly news.
  1. 2013/10/15(火) 18:19:46|
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Treatment of Mr. Bain's claim for compensation

Lawyer Michael Reed on Tuesday told a High Court hearing in Auckland seeking crown documents linked to a judicial review of Ms Collins' actions over his compensation claim that Ms Collins and Crown Law behaved with bias and improper motive.

But crown lawyer Kristy McDonald told Justice Patrick Keane on Wednesday there was not a shred of evidence given to support allegations of deliberate wrongdoing, and that this hearing wasn't the proper forum to make them.

"Issues arise about the propriety of making such allegations in the form that they have been made without evidence to support them lace embroidery patches," she said.

"This is not the substantive hearing and it should not be an opportunity for unprincipled rhetoric."

Mr Bain is seeking a judicial review of Ms Collins' actions of seeking a peer review into retired Canadian Supreme Court judge Ian Binnie's finding that Mr Bain was innocent on the balance of probabilities of murdering his family in the 1990s.

The Crown argues it doesn't have to hand the documents over because they are subject to legal privilege property in malaysia.

Ms McDonald questioned why Mr Reed raised an email by Ms Collins' press secretary in which she expressed a fear of Justice Binnie going "completely feral".

"The Crown never claimed privilege over that document," she said.

"Obviously that point was lost. It was referred to for whatever point Mr Reed wanted to make about it nuskin group."

Mr Reed had argued that documents relating to two lawyers consulted by the minister's office about Justice Binnie's report were not subject to privilege as they were heavily involved in the prosecution of Mr Bain and they were therefore not independent.

But Ms McDonald argued there is no hoop that has to be jumped through for independence for a claim of privilege.

Justice Keane is expected to reserve his decision later on Wednesday.
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Percy Fepuleai picked up his teammates

What Fepuleai didn't know was that the gun was loaded.

The joke quickly turned deadly when Fepuleai pulled the trigger, food wine firing a fatal shot into the stomach of 23-year-old Alex Mark Ulu outside their south Auckland home on January 2.

Mr Ulu died from his injuries in hospital 16 days later.

Not quite six months on from his cousin's death, 29-year-old Fepuleai on Wednesday pleaded guilty in the High Court in Auckland to Mr Ulu's manslaughter.

According to the summary of facts, read to the court by crown prosecutor Aaron Perkins, on the night of the shooting Fepuleai was drinking at his Flat Bush home, which he shared with Mr Ulu and other family members, with a friend.

Fepuleai's friend told him he had a rifle in his vehicle, which the pair got out to have a look at.

Though the friend had initially removed the ammunition from the gun, he later replaced it, formation of company unbeknown to Fepuleai.

When Mr Ulu arrived home, Fepuleai asked his friend to give him the gun because he wanted to scare his cousin "for a laugh".

As Mr Ulu got out of his car and walked towards the front door, Fepuleai pointed the gun at him and asked him to put his hands up.

Mr Ulu eventually did so, but Fepuleai proceeded to pull the trigger, Asian college of knowledge management firing a shot into his cousin's stomach.

Mr Ulu was rushed to Middlemore Hospital, where he was placed on life support. He underwent 12 operations, but he died as result of his injuries on January 18.

Fepuleai had only intended to scare Mr Ulu and had no knowledge a bullet was loaded, the summary of facts said.

Justice Timothy Brewer further remanded Fepuleai in custody for sentencing on August 27.
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