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    Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.

    I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?

    There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.

    He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.

    Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.”

    He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.

    I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”

    Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”

    in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.

    It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.

    We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.

    But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.

    When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”

    But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.

    Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.

saw you standing there in the crowd tonight
your smile would just carry me away to a flight

into the sky, above the clouds
the stars were all shining bright in my heart

this is a love song for you and me
on this cold cold winter night

wish you are with me
so i prayed and prayed

that was you will be mine
and i will be yours for a long long time

未完成……

100％！这是个秘密。谁都不说。

光芒……万丈。终有一天。

七七的眼泪。右右的简单。

草莓的优雅。当家的纠结。

生活的平静。工作的起伏。

熊爱的游戏。猫爱的文字。

她要的安心。他要的心安。

我的你。你的我。

过去的。未来的。

放好。创造。

当下。去爱。

其实，这一切加起来足以唱一出戏，叫时光。

你的时光有我，我的时光有你。

这些时光交织起来，光芒……万丈！

你收了行李下个星期要去英国
遥远的故事记得带回来给我
我知道我想要却又不敢对你说
因为我已改变太多

你改了一个名字也准备换工作
你开始了新的恋情有一些困惑
我知道你想要却又不敢对我说
因为你已改变太多

你写了好几首属於你的歌
这样的歌隐藏了太多苦涩
我知道你想要却又不敢对我说
因为我曾是你我曾是你
无话不说的朋友

因为我们改变太多

        小shengyang在一夜之间火成这个样子，便让人明白为什么连JAY老爷也要挤破脑袋钻到春晚来，这收视率～～必须～的。

        刚才在老爷介绍下看《不差钱》。超一般。东北人憨直的方言笑话有时候在南方是让人不解的，加上有些包袱听过一次就再笑不出声，便觉得这小品真不乍滴～

        要说赵爷才穷智竭确实有点不厚道，好歹这么多年这台戏都靠他撑着，可是今年这场下来，如若他再成为NO1，那讨好大众所需要的手段未免太轻巧易得了吧。

        一直认为幽默本就该是种与身俱来的气质，不刻意的显山露水却对这个世界有种淡然的认识，于是言谈间有种另外角度的豁达，惹人会心的笑。 刻意的装疯卖傻不是幽默，包袱抖太大了便成傀儡了。

（这是在厦门。一个叫花时间的咖啡吧楼下。我家PUCCA姑娘）

大酱汤。五花肉。喂，买单。

惠民路。两个梨。喂，水果。

上三楼。找把刀。喂，晚安。

就今天。在身边。喂，XX。

我曾爱过一个男孩 他说我像花一般的美
在每个月光的晚上 他来到我窗前歌唱
歌声轻轻的扬起 我心儿也跟着颤动
却不知道为什么哭泣 睁开眼他已离去

那男孩离开了家乡 到一个雪深的地方
在每年春天雪融以前 他寄给我一张纸片
春风轻轻的吹起 我心儿也跟着颤动
却不知道为什么哭泣 想告诉他我想念你

我曾爱过一个男孩 他也许已经儿女成群
在每个冬天的晚上 在炉边教他们歌唱

炉火慢慢地烧着 我心儿也跟着颤动
却不知道为什么哭泣 莫非我还依然年轻

却不知道为什么哭泣

莫非我还依然年轻?

＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

      我记得初中的时候和一个男生很要好。但我们从来没有和别人说过，这是我男朋友，这是我女朋友;我们也从来没有和对方说过我爱你;我们从来没有说过“以后”，我们连手也从来没有牵过，我们甚至没有说过，嘿，我喜欢你。

      那时候我们每天一下课就约好在学校后巷一家小店门口。他用他的自行车带我回家。有时候，小店门口有好多同学，我们就装着好像很饿，要在小店门口站很久，吃很多七七八八的食物，有时候东西吃到吃不下，还要扮着很饿的样子，还有时候不得不等到很晚才会只剩下我和他两个人。每当这个时间点到了，他都要假装一下说，这么晚，要不我带你回家吧。我会说，这样啊，好吧。 
       也不知道是演给谁看。但就是这样一直维持着两个人的戏码。我猜连小店的老板娘也早就识破我们这三流的技量了吧。

       我有一次说，你自行车的书包架好细。那时候我说话很含蓄，我不好意思说，我坐着屁股疼。但后来一次，他就在书包架上缠了很多很多花花绿绿的布条，厚厚的花花绿绿的布条。他说，真怪，我爸不知道为什么要在我车后面缠好多布。

       中学毕业的时候我在他的校友录还是什么的那个本子上写：祝你前途似锦，天天开心。他在我的本子上写：祝你身体健康，天天开心。我在他的本子的右上角画了一颗很小很小小到我估计他也没看到的小爱心。但在我本子的右下角写了他家的电话号码，旁边写着，希望可以接到你电话。

       我一直记得这个数串，只不过是七位的，杭州的电话号码升级到八位之后，我不知道他家这个号码是前面加了8还是加了6，我在后来就从来没有打过。

       我已经忘记他长得什么模样。可我在那个时候是以为我永远不会忘记他的。是的，是这样，那个时候，我以为我永远不会忘记这张脸的吧。也许在那个年纪，这张脸就是全部的关于爱的模样。但，确实如此，我已经忘记这个男孩长得什么模样。

        可是，我一直记得那辆自行车的书包架，缠上花花绿绿的布条，厚厚的花花绿绿的布条。这，是我对那个年纪的爱的全部回忆。

       i like those dark words, and wanna share the left words with the girls who need as well.

       Enjoy life.

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      1.喜欢的东西自己努力买，不要指望别人送。
　　2.寂寞的时候，不要听慢歌，怀旧或者腻死在网上，站起来做运动或者去找朋友八卦。
　　3.认真游戏，但牢记只是游戏。
　　4.收到甜言蜜语的短信，记得微笑，然后删除。
　　5.想吃饼干前，把手放在自己的肚子上感受脂肪的存在。
　　6.少喝果汁多吃水果，少吃零食多喝水，少坐多站，少想多看，少说多做，少怀旧多憧憬。
　　7.永远不会再有第二个男人像爸爸这样爱你，所以最爱的男人当然是爸爸
　　8.在QQ，手机里删除前男友的号码，避免神经脆弱的时候主动找他。
　　9.减肥是为了更美好的人生。要是因为减肥而失去了生活的乐趣，不如放弃。
　　10.每天树立小目标然后努力实现。
　　11.坚决不买大一号的衣服，不给自己肥胖的空间。
　　12.吃下去的就坚决不再吐出来，所以吃之前要想清楚。恋爱也是。
　　13.生日、圣诞节、情人节，记得买礼物送给自己。
　　14.想办法努力赚钱，而不是如何省钱。
　　15.相信爱情和mr.right的存在，在此之前也不拒绝和mr.wrong们分享人生。
　　16.看透的时候，假装没看透。
　　17.内衣一旦出现破损，决不再穿，立即扔掉。
　　18.每天和爸爸联系，经常跟死党交流，偶尔给不常联系的朋友发短信问候，绝不回头找以前的恋人。
　　19.记得自己的错误并想办法弥补，但永远不要责怪自己。
　　20.愤怒的时候数到30再说话。
　　21.做好防晒，但记得适当地晒晒太阳。心情也会进行光合作用。真的。
　　22.为BF付出之前，想想有没有这样对待过自己。
　　23.状态低靡的中午不如睡觉，遇到低谷就放自己大假。
　　24.真正看中的东西就买，不要借钱。真正喜欢的男人就追，量力而行。
　　25.节假日上街疯狂雪拼之前，从钱包里扣下一百块。
　　26.银行卡的密码不要用男友的生日。
　　27.永远不向从前的恋人诉苦。
　　28.出门之前，根据步行的时间和强度考虑要穿的鞋子。
　　29.即便只是下楼买水果，也记得别穿的太邋遢。你永远不知道会在什么时候遇上什么人。
　　30.挤公车的时候不要和别人挤的太紧，给自己预留几公分空间。工作也是，学习也是。
　　31.随身携带：面纸，镜子，护垫，钱包（里面有钱），钥匙。不随身携带：旧情人送的戒指，照片，回忆。
　　32.选一项喜欢的运动并且坚持下去。
　　33.可以淘便宜的衣服，但记得自己的品位比这个价位高。
　　34.桌上的护肤品永远比化妆品多，贵，好，对于女人来说外养不如内调。
　　35.洗衣服之前戴手套，保护自己总没错。
　　36.养成写日记的习惯，哪怕只言片语。
　　37.可以不认同，但学会尊重。
　　38.打电话的时候记得微笑，对方听的见。
　　39.注重内心，但不忽略外表。
　　40.每月记帐，每月储蓄。
　　41.了解潮流，但不必跟风。
　　42.看起来多大年龄，就有多大年龄。
　　43.做不了决定的时候，让时间帮你决定。如果还是无法决定，做了再说。宁愿犯错，不留遗憾。

 儿歌 

还不确定你是否也喜欢气球
路边常常在发的那种
我和你约好
养只黏人的小猫
和一只大的温柔的狗狗

如果受了伤就喊一声痛
真的说出来就不会太难过
不去想自由
反而更轻松
愿意感动孤独单不忐忑

生活生活会快乐也会寂寞
生活生活明天我们好好的过

还不确定你是否也喜欢气球
反正又还没听你说过
我们都觉得
成功没那么严重
做自己反而比较心安理得

如果受了伤就喊一声痛
真的说出来就不会太难过
不去想自由
反而更轻松
愿意感动就是种享受

生活生活会快乐也会寂寞
生活生活明天我们好好的过
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生活是这样一个姑娘：

她长得好看。她不会照顾自己。她需要人保护。但她不是幼稚。

她会有一天知道自己不能永远年轻。于是她在某一段年纪的时候总是感伤。

她拥有的和缺少的，得到的和失去的东西一样多。但她自己还没发现。

她想爱。但她不知道什么是爱。

对于：爱、依赖、习惯。有时候会分不清楚。

她最终会幸福。这种幸福，是她自己理解后，消化后，最终可以通过努力追逐到的幸福。

生活这个丫头，有时候会做一些傻事。有一些让人生气，而大多时候却让人心疼。

或许有些时候我们会因为她的不懂事而生气或浮躁。

但我们应该一直知道，生活是一个真实而且善良的姑娘。

爱生活。爱自己。