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living in the crowds of cloudsMy self – portrait of a shanghai girl
June 11th, 2009 Filed under: Once erotic by tuziMemorable quotes for “the long kiss goodnight”
May 12th, 2009 Filed under: Once erotic by tuziSamantha: What happened?
Mitch: I saved your ass. It was great.
Mitch: The last time I got blown, candy bars cost a nickel.
[showing his knife to a woman and her kids]
Timothy: You’re about to have 2.4 children.
Mitch Henessey: [singing] Putting the keys in my left pocket. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Gun in the right-hand side.
Samantha Caine: It makes a bulge, people can see.
Mitch Henessey: Ya want me to stick it in my pants and shoot my damn dick off?
Samantha Caine: Now you’re a sharpshooter?
Charlie: …It ain’t over. You’re going to die screaming… and I’m going to watch. Am I telling the truth?
Caitlin Caine: Mommy, am I gonna die?
Charlie: Oh, no, baby, no. You’re not going to die. They are. Cover your ears. Hey, should we get a dog?
Mitch: So, you cold?
Charlie: Yeah. Freezing.
Mitch: Turn on the heat. It doesn’t work, but it makes a very annoying noise – distracts from the cold.
Charlie: I’m leaving the country, Mitch. I need a fake passport and I need money, lots of it.
Mitch: Well why didn’t you say so? Hold on a minute while I pull that outta my ass.
Charlie: I let you touch me, cowboy. I think I need a bath.
Charlie: You couldn’t hit a lake if you were standing on the bottom.
Charlie: Life is pain. Get used to it.
Hal: I don’t smoke, I don’t drink and I don’t swear. Oh shit, I DO smoke and drink!
Mitch Henessey: What I’m saying is, back when we first met, you were all like “Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins.” Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin’ out. What up with that?
Charlie: They’re gonna blow my head off, you know. This is the last time I’ll ever be pretty.
Mitch Henessey: I never did one thing right in my life, you know that? Not one. That takes skill.
Alley Agent: Good evening, pretty lady. How ’bout some company?
Charlie: No thanks. I’m saving myself ’til I get raped.
Samantha Caine: What, are you a Mormon?
Mitch Henessey: Yes, I’m a Mormon. That’s why I just smoked a pack of Newport and drank three vodka tonics.
Nathan: Alice, please. Your dog, Alice. It and my appetite are mutually exclusive.
Alice: Well, what’s wrong with the dog?
Nathan: Simple. He’s been licking his asshole for the last three straight hours. I submit to you that there is nothing there worth more than an hour’s attention. I should think that whatever he is attempting to dislodge is either gone for good, or there to stay. Wouldn’t you agree?
Charlie: Were you always this stupid, or did you take lessons?
Mitch Henessey: I took lessons.
Charlie: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Mitch Henessey: I hope not, ’cause I’m thinking how much my balls hurt.
Charlie: Oh honey, only four inches?
Timothy: You’ll feel me.
Mitch Henessey: …everyone knows, when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of “u” and “umption”.
Mitch Henessey: We jumped out of a building.
Nathan: Yes, it was very exciting. Tomorrow we go to the zoo.
Charlie: You’re Waldman.
Nathan: No, I’m the Hill Brothers bean buyer. Who else would I be? Hang on. If you want me to talk in front of him, you may be asked… to kill him later. It works for me. Your call.
Mitch Henessey: I’m always frank and earnest with women. Uh, in New York I’m Frank, and Chicago I’m Ernest.
Samantha: Easy, sport. I got myself outta Beirut once, I think I can get outta New Jersey.
Mitch: Yeah? Well, don’t be so sure. Others have tried and failed. The entire population, in fact.
Samantha: I know he has a pin in his leg, car accident. I… I know he cuts his own hair. He doesn’t even own a TV. He… he sits when he pees…
Mitch: Hey, hey, hey. That’s enough, I’m gettin’ a boner here, all right?
Mitch: Oh, shit! Ah, that hurt like shit!
Samantha: I know. That’s why I distracted you first. Same principle as deflowering virgins.
Mitch: Huh? What? Virgin – ? What?
Samantha: Read it in this Harold Robbins book. Guy bites her on the ear. Distracts from the pain. Ever try that?
Mitch: No, no, I sock ‘em in the jaw and yell, “Pop goes the weasel.”
Mitch: And what about your daughter, what’s her name… Cathead?
Samantha: Caitlin.
Mitch Henessey: Question. You keep saying “I this”, “I that”. Like well
[pause]
Mitch Henessey: it’s like you don’t need me anymore.
Charlie: [looks at Mitch] Good point.
[opens passenger side door]
Mitch Henessey: Hey, hey
[Charlie kicks him out of the car]
Mitch Henessey: HEY!
[Mitch rolls a couple times and ends up on the sidewalk]
Charlie: Chefs do that.
Charlie: Die screaming motherfucker.
Mitch Henessey: You foxy bitch.
Unknown henchman: I’m hurt real bad. I think I’m dying.
Timothy: Continue dying. Out.
Charlie: Suck my dick, every one of you bastards.
Charlie: Goddamn it. You’re early. So Perkins wants me dead, huh? What’s the rush? Why don’t you just go away and come back at midnight? Shoo.
Alley Agent: Hey, honey, this is a real big fucking gun.
Mitch Henessey: This ain’t no ham on rye pal.
Charlie: What the hell are you doing?
Mitch Henessey: Saving your life. I would have been here sooner, but I was thinkin’ up that ‘ham on rye’ line.
Mitch Henessey: How did you find us?
Nathan: There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you’ll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man’s penis.
Mitch Henessey: That’s a duck, not a dick.
Samantha: It’s like I’m in goddamn prison. Do you know how that feels?
Mitch Henessey: “YEAH. YEAH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT’S LIKE. FOUR YEARS inside, Marion, Illinois. A REAL shithole. AND I’M NOT GOING BACK.”
Luke (A.K.A. Daedalus): A woman’s face never looks quite so beautiful as when it’s distended in pain. Witness the beauty of childbirth.
[Charly jumps over a fence with a rifle and surprises Raymond]
Charlie: Good morning, Raymond.
Raymond: Good morning, Miss Caine.
Charlie: What have we learned about the dangers of smoking? Give it here. Thanks. Tell anyone you saw me… I’ll blow your fucking head off.
[Nathan says that Samantha Caine was a fantasy]
Charlie: No. It’s not a fantasy. I’m in the goddamn P.T.A…
Caitlin Caine: I can’t!
Samantha Caine: Yes you can. You’re one of the X-Men!
Caitlin, Caine: Mommy, I hit my head!
Timothy: And Charlie… you fuck with me, I’ll blind the kid and shoot out her knees.
Caitlin Caine: [sitting in the car, Mitch driving away from the chemical explosion, cars falling out of the sky] Don’t hit the cars!
Mitch: I’m goin’ in.
Charlie: You can’t there’s too many of them.
Mitch: Well kill them for me, bitch! What else you good for?
Mitch: You’re telling me that you’re gonna fake some terrorist thing, just to scare some money out of Congress?
Leland Perkins: Well, unfortunately, Mr. Hennessey, I have no idea how to fake killing 4,000 people – so we’re just gonna have to do it for real. Blame it on the Muslims, naturally. Then I get my funding.
Mitch Henessey: Don’t give me attitude, sir.
Mitch: Old man, how many of those you got?
Nathan: One shoulder, one hip and one here, right next to Mr. Wally. Most patdowns never reveal it as an agent’s often reluctant to feel up another man’s groin. Other questions?
Mitch: What’s the weather like on your planet?
Mitch: I saved your ass. It was great.
Mitch: The last time I got blown, candy bars cost a nickel.
[showing his knife to a woman and her kids]
Timothy: You’re about to have 2.4 children.
Mitch Henessey: [singing] Putting the keys in my left pocket. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Gun in the right-hand side.
Samantha Caine: It makes a bulge, people can see.
Mitch Henessey: Ya want me to stick it in my pants and shoot my damn dick off?
Samantha Caine: Now you’re a sharpshooter?
Charlie: …It ain’t over. You’re going to die screaming… and I’m going to watch. Am I telling the truth?
Caitlin Caine: Mommy, am I gonna die?
Charlie: Oh, no, baby, no. You’re not going to die. They are. Cover your ears. Hey, should we get a dog?
Mitch: So, you cold?
Charlie: Yeah. Freezing.
Mitch: Turn on the heat. It doesn’t work, but it makes a very annoying noise – distracts from the cold.
Charlie: I’m leaving the country, Mitch. I need a fake passport and I need money, lots of it.
Mitch: Well why didn’t you say so? Hold on a minute while I pull that outta my ass.
Charlie: I let you touch me, cowboy. I think I need a bath.
Charlie: You couldn’t hit a lake if you were standing on the bottom.
Charlie: Life is pain. Get used to it.
Hal: I don’t smoke, I don’t drink and I don’t swear. Oh shit, I DO smoke and drink!
Mitch Henessey: What I’m saying is, back when we first met, you were all like “Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins.” Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin’ out. What up with that?
Charlie: They’re gonna blow my head off, you know. This is the last time I’ll ever be pretty.
Mitch Henessey: I never did one thing right in my life, you know that? Not one. That takes skill.
Alley Agent: Good evening, pretty lady. How ’bout some company?
Charlie: No thanks. I’m saving myself ’til I get raped.
Samantha Caine: What, are you a Mormon?
Mitch Henessey: Yes, I’m a Mormon. That’s why I just smoked a pack of Newport and drank three vodka tonics.
Nathan: Alice, please. Your dog, Alice. It and my appetite are mutually exclusive.
Alice: Well, what’s wrong with the dog?
Nathan: Simple. He’s been licking his asshole for the last three straight hours. I submit to you that there is nothing there worth more than an hour’s attention. I should think that whatever he is attempting to dislodge is either gone for good, or there to stay. Wouldn’t you agree?
Charlie: Were you always this stupid, or did you take lessons?
Mitch Henessey: I took lessons.
Charlie: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Mitch Henessey: I hope not, ’cause I’m thinking how much my balls hurt.
Charlie: Oh honey, only four inches?
Timothy: You’ll feel me.
Mitch Henessey: …everyone knows, when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of “u” and “umption”.
Mitch Henessey: We jumped out of a building.
Nathan: Yes, it was very exciting. Tomorrow we go to the zoo.
Charlie: You’re Waldman.
Nathan: No, I’m the Hill Brothers bean buyer. Who else would I be? Hang on. If you want me to talk in front of him, you may be asked… to kill him later. It works for me. Your call.
Mitch Henessey: I’m always frank and earnest with women. Uh, in New York I’m Frank, and Chicago I’m Ernest.
Samantha: Easy, sport. I got myself outta Beirut once, I think I can get outta New Jersey.
Mitch: Yeah? Well, don’t be so sure. Others have tried and failed. The entire population, in fact.
Samantha: I know he has a pin in his leg, car accident. I… I know he cuts his own hair. He doesn’t even own a TV. He… he sits when he pees…
Mitch: Hey, hey, hey. That’s enough, I’m gettin’ a boner here, all right?
Mitch: Oh, shit! Ah, that hurt like shit!
Samantha: I know. That’s why I distracted you first. Same principle as deflowering virgins.
Mitch: Huh? What? Virgin – ? What?
Samantha: Read it in this Harold Robbins book. Guy bites her on the ear. Distracts from the pain. Ever try that?
Mitch: No, no, I sock ‘em in the jaw and yell, “Pop goes the weasel.”
Mitch: And what about your daughter, what’s her name… Cathead?
Samantha: Caitlin.
Mitch Henessey: Question. You keep saying “I this”, “I that”. Like well
[pause]
Mitch Henessey: it’s like you don’t need me anymore.
Charlie: [looks at Mitch] Good point.
[opens passenger side door]
Mitch Henessey: Hey, hey
[Charlie kicks him out of the car]
Mitch Henessey: HEY!
[Mitch rolls a couple times and ends up on the sidewalk]
Charlie: Chefs do that.
Charlie: Die screaming motherfucker.
Mitch Henessey: You foxy bitch.
Unknown henchman: I’m hurt real bad. I think I’m dying.
Timothy: Continue dying. Out.
Charlie: Suck my dick, every one of you bastards.
Charlie: Goddamn it. You’re early. So Perkins wants me dead, huh? What’s the rush? Why don’t you just go away and come back at midnight? Shoo.
Alley Agent: Hey, honey, this is a real big fucking gun.
Mitch Henessey: This ain’t no ham on rye pal.
Charlie: What the hell are you doing?
Mitch Henessey: Saving your life. I would have been here sooner, but I was thinkin’ up that ‘ham on rye’ line.
Mitch Henessey: How did you find us?
Nathan: There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you’ll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man’s penis.
Mitch Henessey: That’s a duck, not a dick.
Samantha: It’s like I’m in goddamn prison. Do you know how that feels?
Mitch Henessey: “YEAH. YEAH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT’S LIKE. FOUR YEARS inside, Marion, Illinois. A REAL shithole. AND I’M NOT GOING BACK.”
Luke (A.K.A. Daedalus): A woman’s face never looks quite so beautiful as when it’s distended in pain. Witness the beauty of childbirth.
[Charly jumps over a fence with a rifle and surprises Raymond]
Charlie: Good morning, Raymond.
Raymond: Good morning, Miss Caine.
Charlie: What have we learned about the dangers of smoking? Give it here. Thanks. Tell anyone you saw me… I’ll blow your fucking head off.
[Nathan says that Samantha Caine was a fantasy]
Charlie: No. It’s not a fantasy. I’m in the goddamn P.T.A…
Caitlin Caine: I can’t!
Samantha Caine: Yes you can. You’re one of the X-Men!
Caitlin, Caine: Mommy, I hit my head!
Timothy: And Charlie… you fuck with me, I’ll blind the kid and shoot out her knees.
Caitlin Caine: [sitting in the car, Mitch driving away from the chemical explosion, cars falling out of the sky] Don’t hit the cars!
Mitch: I’m goin’ in.
Charlie: You can’t there’s too many of them.
Mitch: Well kill them for me, bitch! What else you good for?
Mitch: You’re telling me that you’re gonna fake some terrorist thing, just to scare some money out of Congress?
Leland Perkins: Well, unfortunately, Mr. Hennessey, I have no idea how to fake killing 4,000 people – so we’re just gonna have to do it for real. Blame it on the Muslims, naturally. Then I get my funding.
Mitch Henessey: Don’t give me attitude, sir.
Mitch: Old man, how many of those you got?
Nathan: One shoulder, one hip and one here, right next to Mr. Wally. Most patdowns never reveal it as an agent’s often reluctant to feel up another man’s groin. Other questions?
Mitch: What’s the weather like on your planet?
美男来了
April 8th, 2009 Filed under: Once erotic by tuzi乔任梁，上海人哟，实在是太完美了
My little fallen angel,Edward Furlong
March 15th, 2009 Filed under: Once erotic by tuzi
I’m not going to say that I’ve been perfectly clean my whole life and that I haven’t experimented around and had my fun.
Just like anyone else I went through my growing pains except that the only difference was that I was in the spotlight.
I’ve grown out of certain things and certain ideas and certain wants.
小的时候当我看见他在一部电影里似乎是american heart/little Odessa,stunning&无法相信世间居然真得有这么美丽的人,我第一次知道倾国倾城是什么意思,当他一笑你也跟着笑,他一哭你也跟着淌眼泪.
He’s got such eyes you fell sympathy for.小小的,脆弱的忧郁的Furlong,他也许是一个天使的化身,他是那么的完美的降生,怀着一颗与世无争的心,他遭受了那么多的挫折,他用折磨自己来表达不满,他不修边幅,酗酒,吸毒,吸烟,活活的把自己糟蹋…
10年后,我再一次看见他肥胖的身躯和忧郁的眼神,心碎了…
经过了整整8个月,你终于敢面对我了
February 15th, 2009 Filed under: Once erotic by tuzi - 背景:skt Oluf 海港边的法国餐厅,小雪飘飘
- 我终于又见到你了,你还是围着那条围巾,穿着那件外套;
- 我望着你的眼睛,但我马上要躲开
- 我感觉如此熟悉,如此熟悉的悲伤
y:”今天下雪了,好美阿”
p:”恩,很少下雪”
y:”你怎么把胡子剔拉”
p:”突然发现留胡子变主流了!”
y:”我不知道我以后到底因该干什么,我好象一事无成.”
p:”不是,你做了很多事了,你能做的太多,喜欢的太多,所以不知道自己该focus做什么.”
y:”你怎么知道?”
p:”因为我也是阿.”
p:”…”
y:”Pontus的秘密是什么?”
p:”不能告诉你,告诉你你会觉得没意思,他还会责怪我,我会内疚…对大家都不好!”
y:”…” “是不是关于电子产品的呢?”
p:”说了不能告诉你,此话题禁止讨论”
y:”天那,这让我觉得太痛苦了”
p:”我最近在看这本书the strategy of …”
y:”为什么,你怎么知道这本书好?”
p:”我在哥大图书馆找到的,你就看william McDonough给写得评语吧”
y:”上次我和mark讨论了,我们觉得william McDonough不可信,他写得理论根本实现不了,好多案子都失败了.”
p:”你说的对噢,就是说他是个骗子…恩…等我看完这本书再说吧”
p:”那要是我写了本书怎么能促使你去买呢?”
y:”额…你会写书吗?”
p:”会阿,实际上已经写了本”
y:”你是说social innovation travel guide?”
p:”对,你看完了没!!??”
y:”额..看了一点点”
p:nvm
p:”我终于不怕你了.” – You are not scary anymore
y:”恩,我之前有一点难过.” – I was a little bit sad
p:”我知道…” – I know
- 深情即是一桩悲剧,
- 其实我只想拥抱你,
- 我再去爱惜你又有何用,
- 难道这次我抱紧你未必落空。
有没有男生充气娃娃？want a boy – blow up doll
July 2nd, 2008 Filed under: Once erotic by tuziBy hearing more and more story about men falling love with female blow up dolls or marry them,but why no male blow up doll,thats quite unfair,we need our wonder male as well!!!
I used to have a raccoon when i was teenage,and i kept it with me for more than 10 years till my mother decide to throw it away，which broke my heart…He was my only very close companion who listened to me,slept with me,anyway i am not a little girl anymore,i need a doll man,designed by me!
Human reproduction
June 10th, 2008 Filed under: Once erotic by tuziSugar and spice…
Apr 24th 2008
From The Economist print edition
Skip breakfast for a daughter, eat up your cereals for a son
THERE are numerous old wives’ tales about how a couple can increase their chances of having a boy or a girl. For a son, make love only on odd days of the month, eat plenty of meat and be sure the father keeps his genitals cool by wearing boxer shorts and loose-fitting trousers; for a daughter, put a wooden spoon under the bed and eat plenty of yogurt.
Although a child’s sex is genetically determined by the father, mothers can influence the development of one sex rather than another. Studies in animals and humans suggest that there are links between the sex of a child and the mother’s diet and her levels of stress. Although the mechanisms are not well understood, this appears to have evolutionary roots which favour greater reproductive success. Hence in hard times when food might be scarce, daughters were more valuable because their chances of providing offspring would have been greater than sons, who might get killed or fail to find a mate. But in good times sons were a better bet because they could father more children.
Those same evolutionary influences persist in modern life. New research shows a clear link between higher energy intake around the time of conception and the birth of sons—especially by mothers who eat cereals for breakfast.
The study, by a team of researchers from the Universities of Exeter and Oxford, looked at the eating habits of 740 British mothers expecting their first child. The overall sex ratio of their children was close to 50:50. But when split into three groups according to the number of calories the mothers consumed around the time of conception, the picture changed. Of those with the highest energy intake, 56% had sons, against 45% in the group with the lowest calorie intake. Moreover, besides consuming more calories the women with sons were more likely to have eaten a higher quantity and range of nutrients, especially breakfast cereals.
This could help to explain why there has been a small but consistent decline over the past 40 years in the proportion of boys being born in relatively well-off industrialised countries, says Fiona Mathews of the University of Exeter, the lead author of the group’s paper, which was published this week in the Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences.
Big dietary changes have taken place in developed countries. Yet despite rising levels of obesity and a decline in physical activity, the group could find no evidence of a link between the body-mass index of a mother and the sex of her child. But worries about weight have led many women to eat low-calorie diets. Moreover, says Dr Mathews, skipping breakfast has become far more common.
So what could be happening? It is known from in vitro fertilisation research that high levels of glucose can enhance the growth and development of male embryos but inhibit female ones. Skipping breakfast extends the normal period of nocturnal fasting and depresses glucose levels, which the group thinks could be interpreted by the body as indicative of hard times. So, prospective parents now know what to do first thing in the morning.