最近爱上了出夜街，
一天没出门，浑身不自在。
回到万津也要找朋友喝茶聊天才行。
爸妈开始念了，但是就是听不进。
哈哈哈
话不多说。
也有点懒得写。
上传些照片给你们看吧。
不要太想我哦~~
2011年11月26日星期六
Drink Drank Drunk <3
爱上酒。爱上夜生活。找回两年多前的我
最近爱上了出夜街，
一天没出门，浑身不自在。
回到万津也要找朋友喝茶聊天才行。
爸妈开始念了，但是就是听不进。
哈哈哈
话不多说。
也有点懒得写。
上传些照片给你们看吧。
不要太想我哦~~
最近爱上了出夜街，
一天没出门，浑身不自在。
回到万津也要找朋友喝茶聊天才行。
爸妈开始念了，但是就是听不进。
哈哈哈
话不多说。
也有点懒得写。
上传些照片给你们看吧。
不要太想我哦~~
2011年11月13日星期日
Changed for 20th
Long long time never updated my blog d..
Hello to all of my blogger's friends..
Miss me? Hahaha
Well, so much things happened in these two months..
My lovely grandma passed away..
I still can remember,
I rushed back from KL,
Run to her side, helped her to wear chain n bracelete,
Den her breath getting weaker and weaker..
And finally she left us..
I cried beside her for quite a while , then accompany my uncle to Kampar, fetched my cousin sis..
Grandma, we will always love u and miss u..
Nomatter how far u gone, u are still always in our heart..
P/s: thanks William for sending me back to Banting to meet my grandma last face..
And now, talk about myself..
Life changed, everything changed..
I'm now single and mixing up with lots of friends..
Study and sleep every morning,
Drinking and clubbing every night..
Feel stress for the coming exam and ejoy for the wild night..
Knew lots of new and nice friends..
Appreciate and love you all..
You guys always there for me while I'm feeling down and upset.
Thanks lots and friendship forever.
I have learnt to be strong and love myself more.
The way to prevent from hurts,
Is to love ourselves more than others.
Hello to all of my blogger's friends..
Miss me? Hahaha
Well, so much things happened in these two months..
My lovely grandma passed away..
I still can remember,
I rushed back from KL,
Run to her side, helped her to wear chain n bracelete,
Den her breath getting weaker and weaker..
And finally she left us..
I cried beside her for quite a while , then accompany my uncle to Kampar, fetched my cousin sis..
Grandma, we will always love u and miss u..
Nomatter how far u gone, u are still always in our heart..
P/s: thanks William for sending me back to Banting to meet my grandma last face..
And now, talk about myself..
Life changed, everything changed..
I'm now single and mixing up with lots of friends..
Study and sleep every morning,
Drinking and clubbing every night..
Feel stress for the coming exam and ejoy for the wild night..
Knew lots of new and nice friends..
Appreciate and love you all..
You guys always there for me while I'm feeling down and upset.
Thanks lots and friendship forever.
I have learnt to be strong and love myself more.
The way to prevent from hurts,
Is to love ourselves more than others.
2011年9月29日星期四
2011年9月25日星期日
压力的自述
大家好，我叫压力。
我不懂要如何介绍我自己，
但，我绝对是个你想象不到我威力有多大的东西，你绝不能小看的东西。
压力无所不在。
挤杯柠檬汁需要压力，
挤滴牙膏需要压力，
弹琴需要压力，
就连按个按钮都要压力。。
压力，真的是无处不有啊~
我寄生在宇宙里的每个角落。
我可以变大变小，但绝不是伸缩自如的那种。
大的时候，可以严重到压死人，
小的时候，可以夸张到不见。
就连我自己也搞不清楚自己是什么玩意儿。
不好的是，
我可以让人半夜睡觉无端端扎醒，
我可以让人忧郁，
我可以让人大哭，
我可以让人憔悴，
我可以让人变瘦，
我可以。。。。。。。。。。。。
身为压力，我感觉自己好大。
但主人说，她爱了，所以她宁愿承受。
只要相信，就会看见幸福的绿光。
她总是告诉自己，哭过就好了，
眼泪擦掉，笑一笑，没什么事情过不了。
尽管我再强大，她都会努力勇敢的克服我，坚持的爱下去。
我不懂要如何介绍我自己，
但，我绝对是个你想象不到我威力有多大的东西，你绝不能小看的东西。
压力无所不在。
挤杯柠檬汁需要压力，
挤滴牙膏需要压力，
弹琴需要压力，
就连按个按钮都要压力。。
压力，真的是无处不有啊~
我寄生在宇宙里的每个角落。
我可以变大变小，但绝不是伸缩自如的那种。
大的时候，可以严重到压死人，
小的时候，可以夸张到不见。
就连我自己也搞不清楚自己是什么玩意儿。
不好的是，
我可以让人半夜睡觉无端端扎醒，
我可以让人忧郁，
我可以让人大哭，
我可以让人憔悴，
我可以让人变瘦，
我可以。。。。。。。。。。。。
身为压力，我感觉自己好大。
但主人说，她爱了，所以她宁愿承受。
只要相信，就会看见幸福的绿光。
她总是告诉自己，哭过就好了，
眼泪擦掉，笑一笑，没什么事情过不了。
尽管我再强大，她都会努力勇敢的克服我，坚持的爱下去。
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2011年9月21日星期三
梦想，遥不可极。
其实，我也像别人一样，
有着一个小小的梦想，
从小到大的梦想。
::出国去到我向往的国家念书，
过我从小到大都一直向往着的生活，
甚至如果可以的话，在那边定居。::
就是这么简单。
好不容易挨到了高中毕业，
以为自己离梦想越来越近了。
毫无意外的话，我将去到英国或加拿大深造。
但，所谓"梦想",
发梦的时候就想。
我一直坚持着，
一直抱着那种希望。
直到我遇见了他，
我放弃了一切。
从那时开始，
我的梦想就是希望可以留下来，
毕业后和他一起建造一个属于我们的家。
我们的未来就是我的梦想。
不知道什么时候开始，
我就快忘了以前的自己，
以前的梦想，
以前的执着。
如果你问我为什么会喜欢上那些西方生活，
我会很直接的告诉你，
我喜欢他们那种和谐，平静，舒服的生活。看起来，感觉就是那么的无忧无虑。
我更喜欢他们的房屋与室内设计。
那么的传统，看起来却又那么的高雅舒适。
不像我们华人的设计，密密麻麻，乱七八糟，看了让人心烦。
但，这些都过去了。
它们离我越来越遥远。
现在的我就好像没有了翅膀的小鸟，
飞也飞不了，
更不知道该往哪里跑。
没有了曾经的人生目标，
更没有了他在身边。
有着一个小小的梦想，
从小到大的梦想。
::出国去到我向往的国家念书，
过我从小到大都一直向往着的生活，
甚至如果可以的话，在那边定居。::
就是这么简单。
好不容易挨到了高中毕业，
以为自己离梦想越来越近了。
毫无意外的话，我将去到英国或加拿大深造。
但，所谓"梦想",
发梦的时候就想。
我一直坚持着，
一直抱着那种希望。
直到我遇见了他，
我放弃了一切。
从那时开始，
我的梦想就是希望可以留下来，
毕业后和他一起建造一个属于我们的家。
我们的未来就是我的梦想。
不知道什么时候开始，
我就快忘了以前的自己，
以前的梦想，
以前的执着。
如果你问我为什么会喜欢上那些西方生活，
我会很直接的告诉你，
我喜欢他们那种和谐，平静，舒服的生活。看起来，感觉就是那么的无忧无虑。
我更喜欢他们的房屋与室内设计。
那么的传统，看起来却又那么的高雅舒适。
不像我们华人的设计，密密麻麻，乱七八糟，看了让人心烦。
但，这些都过去了。
它们离我越来越遥远。
现在的我就好像没有了翅膀的小鸟，
飞也飞不了，
更不知道该往哪里跑。
没有了曾经的人生目标，
更没有了他在身边。
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2011年9月20日星期二
A girl with stories
Hi, everyone.
I have owned this blog for some years.
And I'm here to reintroduce myself again.
I'm 20 years old this year.
Still being a college student.
From a middle-stage family which is living in Banting.
Yet, I'm staying in KL for the study convenience.
Time goes like a wink.
And I wonder how I passed these twenty years.
Think back about my childhood,
I was a happy kid when I was living with my grandparents and aunties.
I was a naive kid with no stress and no vex.
I was a child with flying colours always and good in sports.
Things started happened when I got in to secondary school.
I changed a lot.
I learnt to run away from class and school. Learnt to be bad, bully others and acted like a bitch.
I found that I was so stupid so brainless and so ridiculous when I have grown matured.
The very mistake that I have done is got into relationships.
I knew, that's a process of life.
But I just so regret that I stepped in this darky field.
If I didn't, maybe I'll live happy now, and I will be still a girl with good results and happy always.
Once I've stepped in, I almost screwed out all my studies.
I became a playful girl that couldn't pay attention in class, and never lived without phones.
This is how I was.
And so on so on.
Many things happened in these few years.
Twenty years flies.
And what I can said is,
I'm a 20 years old girl with stories.
一个有故事的人。
I don't expect that people treat me good or better.
This is because I know, I don't deserve for it.
I don't deserve for good friend, and not even a good man.
I have to be strong to overcome everything myself.
After this,
I will never accepted anyone again.
The way to prevent hurts from love, is to love myself and close up the door of my heart.
A girl with stories doesn't deserve for a good man.
And noone will accept her anymore.
This is what I have to pay for my past.
I cried and hurted myself.
But I just can't lease the pain out.
So, friends, what I wanna say is,
After this bloody twenty years,
I'm a girl with stories.
I have owned this blog for some years.
And I'm here to reintroduce myself again.
I'm 20 years old this year.
Still being a college student.
From a middle-stage family which is living in Banting.
Yet, I'm staying in KL for the study convenience.
Time goes like a wink.
And I wonder how I passed these twenty years.
Think back about my childhood,
I was a happy kid when I was living with my grandparents and aunties.
I was a naive kid with no stress and no vex.
I was a child with flying colours always and good in sports.
Things started happened when I got in to secondary school.
I changed a lot.
I learnt to run away from class and school. Learnt to be bad, bully others and acted like a bitch.
I found that I was so stupid so brainless and so ridiculous when I have grown matured.
The very mistake that I have done is got into relationships.
I knew, that's a process of life.
But I just so regret that I stepped in this darky field.
If I didn't, maybe I'll live happy now, and I will be still a girl with good results and happy always.
Once I've stepped in, I almost screwed out all my studies.
I became a playful girl that couldn't pay attention in class, and never lived without phones.
This is how I was.
And so on so on.
Many things happened in these few years.
Twenty years flies.
And what I can said is,
I'm a 20 years old girl with stories.
一个有故事的人。
I don't expect that people treat me good or better.
This is because I know, I don't deserve for it.
I don't deserve for good friend, and not even a good man.
I have to be strong to overcome everything myself.
After this,
I will never accepted anyone again.
The way to prevent hurts from love, is to love myself and close up the door of my heart.
A girl with stories doesn't deserve for a good man.
And noone will accept her anymore.
This is what I have to pay for my past.
I cried and hurted myself.
But I just can't lease the pain out.
So, friends, what I wanna say is,
After this bloody twenty years,
I'm a girl with stories.
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