I cried,
For you, are not beside of me anymore,
For you, are not there to protect me,
For you, being out there alone.

I never worried until I get to know you- and suddenly I care

毋须折腾自己

晚上十一点, 我为一件事烦心,担忧, 难过;
凌晨三点钟,对于同一事情没什么感觉了.
只因为我晓得,
难过, 还有人比我还难过;
不幸, 还有人比我更不幸;
受伤, 还有人比我伤得重;
而我所面对的, 只是芝麻绿豆,
何必把自己弄得如此凄惨?
少讨可怜了, 站起来, 勇敢地走下去!!!

Ain't easy

Life ain't easy;
Studying ain't easy;
Being happy ain't easy;
Maintaining friendship ain't easy;
Loving you ain't easy;
Crying alone at the corner.....ain't easy too...

清水终于有了糖的陪伴
蓝色终于渐渐消失了 =)

那一天
多么希望时间停留在那一天
你一直陪在我身边
不管世界怎么变
回忆总是那么甜

时光流逝
谁都得向前
寻找与奋斗更好的未来

祝福
愿你的快乐
永随着你

因为
你快乐
所以
我快乐

想你的天空
弥补不了心里的空洞
距离那么近
感觉却那么远
压抑
需要勇气
更需要意义

曾经说过：
我需要有意义的人生
我需要可以浪费的时间
我需要可以感觉到自己的那一瞬间
我需要流不尽的泪水
我需要勇气
我需要力量
我需要温暖的拥抱

那一刻
比这一些更需要

清水依然是清水
只是
在这一刻
也或许下一刻
需要糖的陪伴

加了糖
清水依然是加了糖而不浑浊的清水

去不掉的蓝色

不知从何开始, 我的人生不小心染上了蓝色...

蓝色的人生，
让我发觉我更爱我身边的人....

我需要的，不只是时间，
我需要的，也是对话的空间...

日出？日落？

看一看着一张图，觉得是日出还是日落？相信很多人知道，这问题的答案可以反映出你是悲观还是乐观：觉得是日出的人，对人生充满希望；可这并不代表觉得是日落的人有着悲观的人生。
对我来说，这是一张日落图。
我喜欢日落，不是到山上或是海边看的那种日落，而是那一时段的开始，可以让我总结一天的一切，消化一下细爵的点点滴滴：为自己满意的行为而微笑，为自己不该犯错的事深思检讨，为更好的明天铺好路...
就是喜欢沉淀，不是改变自己，是让自己变得更好~

Dear architects, I am sick of your shit

I don't mean to 'cut & paste' again but this is super damm funny, from architecture.MNP :

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.
This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey.

Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do care about:

* burritos
* hedgehogs
* coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.

Perhaps if you didn’t talk about it so much, I would be more interested. When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer. She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch. I know malls.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren’t you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. I haven’t slept in a week. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the measure of how hard you’ve worked and how much you’ve accomplished is not related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is a famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas.

Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry? Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I choose?

I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don’t know how to spell subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.

I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey. See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.

So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some European you’ve never met who designed a building you will never see because you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that day doesn’t arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi

See? I don't sleep much also....

每一次写blog，好像都很草率，很应酬地把一段文字剪下贴上哦...
不行啦，要认真地写了.... 好吧，我尽量...

放假到现在快两个月了，可这一次不像以往那样吃饱就睡，睡饱就吃哦。我可是有好好安排我的假期节目。

假期的第二个星期，我和家人乘坐巴士到新加坡找阿姨，藉找阿姨的理由也顺便去探一探我朝思夜想的人啦。阿姨和姨丈请了四天假带我们游新加坡，去了新加坡国家动物园、大芭窑、义顺社区俱乐部、各大商场、harbour front（不晓得怎样翻译）等等。。。也在新加坡看了《Pirates of Caribbean: At the world's end》 和《Shrek the Thrid》，前者看了有种被骗的感觉，广告打得很精彩，看的时候就昏昏欲睡，反之《Shrek the Thrid》让我对这热门的动画吸引，回来后还不停地看第一与第二集，看到我都会背故事了，很好笑嘛。。。
人家都说去新加坡总得去购物嘛，我也不例外（这一句让我想起小学生写《我的妈妈》：每个人家里都有妈妈，我也不例外）。真正购物只有在七天里的最后两天，走偏大小商场，乘坐轻快铁穿梭各大市区，走得还真过瘾。买了个Nike bottle, Hayrer 背囊，Topshop female top，Hedgren Urban钱包和一双Trail 拖鞋。说实在，价钱不是很便宜啦，只是设计新颖，款式多。
这一星期的旅行让我有点舍不得回来这又肮脏又不安全的国家，不过念在这里的食物比那儿好吃我才回来。。。呵呵~

好啦，新加坡之旅结束了，又有闲时啦。基于平日休息不足而导致体弱多病，我开始养成早睡早起的习惯。充足的睡眠，每天早上的晨运，偶尔傍晚约弟弟去游泳，希望健康水平不要再跌了。这样的生活大概过了两个星期吧，又有得去旅行啦~爽！

这一次是去浮罗交怡，是我毕业旅行必去之旅游胜地，可这一次不是因为毕业才去。这一次是与大学朋友乘坐只需RM91来回机票的AirAsia空巴直接到岛上，真的要感谢AirAsia（现在人人都可以飞！）去浮罗交怡不外就是出海环岛，这一趟较难忘的是我们自己租汽车到处走，拿着地图走在所谓的‘大道’（其实只是普通的乡间柏油路）还真过瘾。。还有就是我们下脚的旅馆,Sunset Beach Resort，是一间很特别的旅馆。一间间独立的房间座拥于花园内，一条行径穿梭带领我们到海滩，漂亮极了！那海滩是我们的‘活动地点’。把杯面、汉堡当晚餐在那儿吹着海风吃；晚上各自带了灌啤酒在那儿喝；得空没外出拿着自己的mp3躺在沙滩椅上休息，真的很享受！这一趟自助旅行物有所值，是买也买不回的回忆~

又回到没事做的日子啦。。。我说过不要过无所事事的假期，所以选择到爸的公司“上班”。刚开始的几天还挺兴奋的，因为可以接触到QS 和 Purchasing 的工作，可是后来因为都牵涉到很‘技术性’的工作，我又没事干了，只是偶尔帮忙打一打字，发一发传真，闷死我了，也闷出病了。一直到前几天收到消息，校方受邀参加著名绘测楼Hijjas Kasturi及大马自然生态协会主办的设计比赛。 之前错过了个生活营，现在不想再错过这个比赛。星期日晚上就要出发到登家楼的Kertih去看一看Site，接下来就要开始筹备了，所以。。。我‘辞职’了在爸公司的‘工作’。。。。

在去登家楼之前，我又没事做啦。。。。