巨汉&女王。
标题为以上为HP5观后感。
俺真词穷。
终于收到了迟到一个季度的生日礼物……
实在没想到那两只还记得俺以前那么的喜欢“森林物语”……
[俺自己都忘记了STO]
真是可爱的小东西们……T^T
翻滚。
俺真词穷。
终于收到了迟到一个季度的生日礼物……
实在没想到那两只还记得俺以前那么的喜欢“森林物语”……
[俺自己都忘记了STO]
真是可爱的小东西们……T^T
翻滚。
午后。
来自狐狸师傅的问卷。
来自师傅的问卷。
◎列出5項你最想要的生日禮物 or christmas presents
唔……唔……唔……[埋头思考ING]
1、考试合格；
2、考试合格；
3、考试合格；
4、考试合格；
5、考试合格。
[考试临近的耗子。]
◎回答下列問題
1)Tag你的人是:
尾巴很长有多有绒绒的师傅。
2)你們的關係是:
很正经的师徒关系。
3)你覺得周圍的人認為你是個怎樣的人:
……
最近听到的是：这孩子真有趣啊〜
……STO
4)自己喜歡的個性是:
合得来的=v =
俺喜欢的~
5)相反的，討厭的個性是:
和师傅差不多=。=
很讨厌那种背着别人说坏话人，
很讨厌那种喜欢装可怜的人，在某只同学的问题上，遇到了那样子的人，而且还是公的，真是CAO TMD恶心。= =凸
6)自己想成為的理想類型是：
俺么有这种蓝图[扭头]
去年被人说是没心没肺，大概差不多吧……
7)給關心自己、喜歡自己的人大喊1句吧:
>///<
[抱///]
◎把這份問卷傳給你最想知道他們對你有什麼感覺的10個人:
好多的人……真的太多了= =
俺交往的人中真的有这么多人么？
1、熊仔[居然答应了-u -]
2、小呆猪[不知道俺点的会不会太晚...]
3、戴同学[小呆猪的那口子=u =]
4、兔子叔叔
5、洋洋
6、原子学姐
7、原子的叉子[这两口子……]
8、猴几几
9、小YUKI[最近回归的~]
10、小羊仔[反正你一定会点小�郢禿�，俺就不多事了]
★[6號跟誰在談戀愛?]
！
……从概念上讲嘛，当然是和7啦
★[9號是男還是女?]
LOLI！>口<
★[如果7號和10號走在一起，會是好事嗎?]
……不、不觉得[扭头]
★[那8號跟5號呢?]
相处的很不错的啊=u =
★ [你跟3號最後一次聊天是在何時呢?]
……
仰头
俺和戴同学的交流好像都在BO的回帖上面STO
★[8號最喜歡哪隊樂隊?]
……俺不知道=A=|||
★[1號有沒有兄弟姊妹?]
熊仔是独生子=u =
★[你會追求3號嗎?]
所谓，朋友妻不可戏。
★[那7號呢?]
俺喜欢6号= =
★[4號是單身嗎?]
不是了不是了完全不是了〜[摆手]
★[5號的姓是?]
光荣的少女〜
★[10號的名字?]
……
……
……
好像羊仔以前告诉过俺，很可爱的名字
但是，基本不用啊= =b
忘了STO
★[4號的嗜好?]
太多了。
★[3號有魅力嗎?]
很有魅力~
嘲风它娘能不有魅力么~~~> V <
★[5號和9號合拍嗎?]
都是娃友咧，应该会不错吧〜
★[隨便說一件關於1號的事]
抱住！以后不要喝那么多的酒啊，
俺很担心你的身体的……= ^ =
★[9號呢?]
俺要看两小无猜的照片啦！！！
★[3號呢?]
嘲风公主真是不错呢……
[囧脸盯着戴同学ING]
★[你試過對8號有feel嗎?]
有~猴几家的小猪儿和那位暗精灵的大胸的姐姐！！[鼻血，擦擦ING]
★[9號住哪裡?]
……
靠近沿海……[扭头]
★[4號最喜歡的顏色?]
被俺强迫的红色~kukuku~
★[5號和1號是好朋友嗎?]
完全不认识STO
★[7號喜歡2號嗎?]
……根本不可能的啦
★[8號跟9號呢?]
等两人相处起来了应该会有话题。[娃友]
★[你怎樣認識2號的?]
X年前，joy同学介绍认识的，然后就这么的误打误撞的认识了戴同学，soso，由它们=v =
★[1號有沒有寵物?]
有。
但绝对不是普通意义上的宠物=u =
完成了〜！
撒花〜
俺真是可爱的勤奋咧〜
◎列出5項你最想要的生日禮物 or christmas presents
唔……唔……唔……[埋头思考ING]
1、考试合格；
2、考试合格；
3、考试合格；
4、考试合格；
5、考试合格。
[考试临近的耗子。]
◎回答下列問題
1)Tag你的人是:
尾巴很长有多有绒绒的师傅。
2)你們的關係是:
很正经的师徒关系。
3)你覺得周圍的人認為你是個怎樣的人:
……
最近听到的是：这孩子真有趣啊〜
……STO
4)自己喜歡的個性是:
合得来的=v =
俺喜欢的~
5)相反的，討厭的個性是:
和师傅差不多=。=
很讨厌那种背着别人说坏话人，
很讨厌那种喜欢装可怜的人，在某只同学的问题上，遇到了那样子的人，而且还是公的，真是CAO TMD恶心。= =凸
6)自己想成為的理想類型是：
俺么有这种蓝图[扭头]
去年被人说是没心没肺，大概差不多吧……
7)給關心自己、喜歡自己的人大喊1句吧:
>///<
[抱///]
◎把這份問卷傳給你最想知道他們對你有什麼感覺的10個人:
好多的人……真的太多了= =
俺交往的人中真的有这么多人么？
1、熊仔[居然答应了-u -]
2、小呆猪[不知道俺点的会不会太晚...]
3、戴同学[小呆猪的那口子=u =]
4、兔子叔叔
5、洋洋
6、原子学姐
7、原子的叉子[这两口子……]
8、猴几几
9、小YUKI[最近回归的~]
10、小羊仔[反正你一定会点小�郢禿�，俺就不多事了]
★[6號跟誰在談戀愛?]
！
……从概念上讲嘛，当然是和7啦
★[9號是男還是女?]
LOLI！>口<
★[如果7號和10號走在一起，會是好事嗎?]
……不、不觉得[扭头]
★[那8號跟5號呢?]
相处的很不错的啊=u =
★ [你跟3號最後一次聊天是在何時呢?]
……
仰头
俺和戴同学的交流好像都在BO的回帖上面STO
★[8號最喜歡哪隊樂隊?]
……俺不知道=A=|||
★[1號有沒有兄弟姊妹?]
熊仔是独生子=u =
★[你會追求3號嗎?]
所谓，朋友妻不可戏。
★[那7號呢?]
俺喜欢6号= =
★[4號是單身嗎?]
不是了不是了完全不是了〜[摆手]
★[5號的姓是?]
光荣的少女〜
★[10號的名字?]
……
……
……
好像羊仔以前告诉过俺，很可爱的名字
但是，基本不用啊= =b
忘了STO
★[4號的嗜好?]
太多了。
★[3號有魅力嗎?]
很有魅力~
嘲风它娘能不有魅力么~~~> V <
★[5號和9號合拍嗎?]
都是娃友咧，应该会不错吧〜
★[隨便說一件關於1號的事]
抱住！以后不要喝那么多的酒啊，
俺很担心你的身体的……= ^ =
★[9號呢?]
俺要看两小无猜的照片啦！！！
★[3號呢?]
嘲风公主真是不错呢……
[囧脸盯着戴同学ING]
★[你試過對8號有feel嗎?]
有~猴几家的小猪儿和那位暗精灵的大胸的姐姐！！[鼻血，擦擦ING]
★[9號住哪裡?]
……
靠近沿海……[扭头]
★[4號最喜歡的顏色?]
被俺强迫的红色~kukuku~
★[5號和1號是好朋友嗎?]
完全不认识STO
★[7號喜歡2號嗎?]
……根本不可能的啦
★[8號跟9號呢?]
等两人相处起来了应该会有话题。[娃友]
★[你怎樣認識2號的?]
X年前，joy同学介绍认识的，然后就这么的误打误撞的认识了戴同学，soso，由它们=v =
★[1號有沒有寵物?]
有。
但绝对不是普通意义上的宠物=u =
完成了〜！
撒花〜
俺真是可爱的勤奋咧〜
�酖� & ��咪 in 07.08.18
私聚。
一群懒得出奇的生物。
店主有赠送4杯冰品……
其实俺比较喜欢兔子叔叔那杯薄荷口味的=v =
被强迫穿上泳装的少女。
回程时遇到的纯�酖�咪子。
重点。
今儿，听到fish讲述了一位很囧的购买者的事情。
真是-v -，天下之大啊〜
再记：兔子叔叔今儿穿的好少女啊~啧啧~
ZzzING......
一群懒得出奇的生物。
店主有赠送4杯冰品……
其实俺比较喜欢兔子叔叔那杯薄荷口味的=v =
被强迫穿上泳装的少女。
回程时遇到的纯�酖�咪子。
重点。
今儿，听到fish讲述了一位很囧的购买者的事情。
真是-v -，天下之大啊〜
再记：兔子叔叔今儿穿的好少女啊~啧啧~
ZzzING......
[时间回转] 生日快乐，小彦。in 07.07.29
大好的天气出门日=u=
整理照片的速度稍显(?)有点慢^-^b
兔子叔叔要看俺家的小美女(?)的诱人(?)照片，于是整理时顺便顺带替换了BO TOP=v =
然后很勤奋(?)的翻照片看(?)ing。
牙：生日快乐，彦。
彦：(笑)
潛臺詞：這么晚才對我說祝福，既然晚了這么久，拖欠的時間，不如就讓你的身體才償還吧〜^-^
[[时间回转] 生日快乐，小彦。in 07.07.29]吱吱吱？
整理照片的速度稍显(?)有点慢^-^b
兔子叔叔要看俺家的小美女(?)的诱人(?)照片，于是整理时顺便顺带替换了BO TOP=v =
然后很勤奋(?)的翻照片看(?)ing。
牙：生日快乐，彦。
彦：(笑)
潛臺詞：這么晚才對我說祝福，既然晚了這么久，拖欠的時間，不如就讓你的身體才償還吧〜^-^
[[时间回转] 生日快乐，小彦。in 07.07.29]吱吱吱？
手 Hands 手 Mains
俺是NNNNNNNNNNNN喜欢那只咪子啦〜
那种眼神真棒= =+
随意的翻翻仓库。
发现俺真的不是一般的绝对的非常的超级的喜欢拍照手部。
[以上文字受到“新鲜诗集”的影响。]
手，爪。
很萌的咧……
被关(?)在俺家的菜丸子，伤心的小爪子，叹~
=v =
按 追記 看原图^口^ [手 Hands 手 Mains]吱吱吱？
那种眼神真棒= =+
随意的翻翻仓库。
发现俺真的不是一般的绝对的非常的超级的喜欢拍照手部。
[以上文字受到“新鲜诗集”的影响。]
手，爪。
很萌的咧……
被关(?)在俺家的菜丸子，伤心的小爪子，叹~
=v =
按 追記 看原图^口^ [手 Hands 手 Mains]吱吱吱？
A Day in the Life of Oscar the Cat
原文及图片地址：http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/357/4/328
A Day in the Life of Oscar the Cat
David M. Dosa, M.D., M.P.H.
Oscar the Cat awakens from his nap, opening a single eye to survey his kingdom. From atop the desk in the doctor's charting area, the cat peers down the two wings of the nursing home's advanced dementia unit. All quiet on the western and eastern fronts. Slowly, he rises and extravagantly stretches his 2-year-old frame, first backward and then forward. He sits up and considers his next move.
In the distance, a resident approaches. It is Mrs. P., who has been living on the dementia unit's third floor for 3 years now. She has long forgotten her family, even though they visit her almost daily. Moderately disheveled after eating her lunch, half of which she now wears on her shirt, Mrs. P. is taking one of her many aimless strolls to nowhere. She glides toward Oscar, pushing her walker and muttering to herself with complete disregard for her surroundings. Perturbed, Oscar watches her carefully and, as she walks by, lets out a gentle hiss, a rattlesnake-like warning that says "leave me alone." She passes him without a glance and continues down the hallway. Oscar is relieved. It is not yet Mrs. P.'s time, and he wants nothing to do with her.
Oscar jumps down off the desk, relieved to be once more alone and in control of his domain. He takes a few moments to drink from his water bowl and grab a quick bite. Satisfied, he enjoys another stretch and sets out on his rounds. Oscar decides to head down the west wing first, along the way sidestepping Mr. S., who is slumped over on a couch in the hallway. With lips slightly pursed, he snores peacefully — perhaps blissfully unaware of where he is now living. Oscar continues down the hallway until he reaches its end and Room 310. The door is closed, so Oscar sits and waits. He has important business here.
Twenty-five minutes later, the door finally opens, and out walks a nurse's aide carrying dirty linens. "Hello, Oscar," she says. "Are you going inside?" Oscar lets her pass, then makes his way into the room, where there are two people. Lying in a corner bed and facing the wall, Mrs. T. is asleep in a fetal position. Her body is thin and wasted from the breast cancer that has been eating away at her organs. She is mildly jaundiced and has not spoken in several days. Sitting next to her is her daughter, who glances up from her novel to warmly greet the visitor. "Hello, Oscar. How are you today?"
Oscar takes no notice of the woman and leaps up onto the bed. He surveys Mrs. T. She is clearly in the terminal phase of illness, and her breathing is labored. Oscar's examination is interrupted by a nurse, who walks in to ask the daughter whether Mrs. T. is uncomfortable and needs more morphine. The daughter shakes her head, and the nurse retreats. Oscar returns to his work. He sniffs the air, gives Mrs. T. one final look, then jumps off the bed and quickly leaves the room. Not today.
Making his way back up the hallway, Oscar arrives at Room 313. The door is open, and he proceeds inside. Mrs. K. is resting peacefully in her bed, her breathing steady but shallow. She is surrounded by photographs of her grandchildren and one from her wedding day. Despite these keepsakes, she is alone. Oscar jumps onto her bed and again sniffs the air. He pauses to consider the situation, and then turns around twice before curling up beside Mrs. K.
One hour passes. Oscar waits. A nurse walks into the room to check on her patient. She pauses to note Oscar's presence. Concerned, she hurriedly leaves the room and returns to her desk. She grabs Mrs. K.'s chart off the medical-records rack and begins to make phone calls.
Within a half hour the family starts to arrive. Chairs are brought into the room, where the relatives begin their vigil. The priest is called to deliver last rites. And still, Oscar has not budged, instead purring and gently nuzzling Mrs. K. A young grandson asks his mother, "What is the cat doing here?" The mother, fighting back tears, tells him, "He is here to help Grandma get to heaven." Thirty minutes later, Mrs. K. takes her last earthly breath. With this, Oscar sits up, looks around, then departs the room so quietly that the grieving family barely notices.
On his way back to the charting area, Oscar passes a plaque mounted on the wall. On it is engraved a commendation from a local hospice agency: "For his compassionate hospice care, this plaque is awarded to Oscar the Cat." Oscar takes a quick drink of water and returns to his desk to curl up for a long rest. His day's work is done. There will be no more deaths today, not in Room 310 or in any other room for that matter. After all, no one dies on the third floor unless Oscar pays a visit and stays awhile.
A Day in the Life of Oscar the Cat
David M. Dosa, M.D., M.P.H.
Oscar the Cat awakens from his nap, opening a single eye to survey his kingdom. From atop the desk in the doctor's charting area, the cat peers down the two wings of the nursing home's advanced dementia unit. All quiet on the western and eastern fronts. Slowly, he rises and extravagantly stretches his 2-year-old frame, first backward and then forward. He sits up and considers his next move.
In the distance, a resident approaches. It is Mrs. P., who has been living on the dementia unit's third floor for 3 years now. She has long forgotten her family, even though they visit her almost daily. Moderately disheveled after eating her lunch, half of which she now wears on her shirt, Mrs. P. is taking one of her many aimless strolls to nowhere. She glides toward Oscar, pushing her walker and muttering to herself with complete disregard for her surroundings. Perturbed, Oscar watches her carefully and, as she walks by, lets out a gentle hiss, a rattlesnake-like warning that says "leave me alone." She passes him without a glance and continues down the hallway. Oscar is relieved. It is not yet Mrs. P.'s time, and he wants nothing to do with her.
Oscar jumps down off the desk, relieved to be once more alone and in control of his domain. He takes a few moments to drink from his water bowl and grab a quick bite. Satisfied, he enjoys another stretch and sets out on his rounds. Oscar decides to head down the west wing first, along the way sidestepping Mr. S., who is slumped over on a couch in the hallway. With lips slightly pursed, he snores peacefully — perhaps blissfully unaware of where he is now living. Oscar continues down the hallway until he reaches its end and Room 310. The door is closed, so Oscar sits and waits. He has important business here.
Twenty-five minutes later, the door finally opens, and out walks a nurse's aide carrying dirty linens. "Hello, Oscar," she says. "Are you going inside?" Oscar lets her pass, then makes his way into the room, where there are two people. Lying in a corner bed and facing the wall, Mrs. T. is asleep in a fetal position. Her body is thin and wasted from the breast cancer that has been eating away at her organs. She is mildly jaundiced and has not spoken in several days. Sitting next to her is her daughter, who glances up from her novel to warmly greet the visitor. "Hello, Oscar. How are you today?"
Oscar takes no notice of the woman and leaps up onto the bed. He surveys Mrs. T. She is clearly in the terminal phase of illness, and her breathing is labored. Oscar's examination is interrupted by a nurse, who walks in to ask the daughter whether Mrs. T. is uncomfortable and needs more morphine. The daughter shakes her head, and the nurse retreats. Oscar returns to his work. He sniffs the air, gives Mrs. T. one final look, then jumps off the bed and quickly leaves the room. Not today.
Making his way back up the hallway, Oscar arrives at Room 313. The door is open, and he proceeds inside. Mrs. K. is resting peacefully in her bed, her breathing steady but shallow. She is surrounded by photographs of her grandchildren and one from her wedding day. Despite these keepsakes, she is alone. Oscar jumps onto her bed and again sniffs the air. He pauses to consider the situation, and then turns around twice before curling up beside Mrs. K.
One hour passes. Oscar waits. A nurse walks into the room to check on her patient. She pauses to note Oscar's presence. Concerned, she hurriedly leaves the room and returns to her desk. She grabs Mrs. K.'s chart off the medical-records rack and begins to make phone calls.
Within a half hour the family starts to arrive. Chairs are brought into the room, where the relatives begin their vigil. The priest is called to deliver last rites. And still, Oscar has not budged, instead purring and gently nuzzling Mrs. K. A young grandson asks his mother, "What is the cat doing here?" The mother, fighting back tears, tells him, "He is here to help Grandma get to heaven." Thirty minutes later, Mrs. K. takes her last earthly breath. With this, Oscar sits up, looks around, then departs the room so quietly that the grieving family barely notices.
On his way back to the charting area, Oscar passes a plaque mounted on the wall. On it is engraved a commendation from a local hospice agency: "For his compassionate hospice care, this plaque is awarded to Oscar the Cat." Oscar takes a quick drink of water and returns to his desk to curl up for a long rest. His day's work is done. There will be no more deaths today, not in Room 310 or in any other room for that matter. After all, no one dies on the third floor unless Oscar pays a visit and stays awhile.
