卢广仲的音乐感动了我

‘我爱你’qq上播放着，我有种莫名的感动，原来他就是那傻乎乎卢广仲写的歌。
凡事果然不能以貌取人， 卢广仲外表傻乎乎的又呆呆的，竟然可以创作出那么棒的音乐
说起来还真要谢谢雪莉把他热力推介给我， 不然我还真不知这个人的存在
喜欢他简单，直接，又热情的音乐
不知是不是晚上的音乐特别动听， 怎么听都感觉好舒服。。。

以前，曾经被一样的感动过，那是tension的歌，
一样的感动，感受却已不尽相同了。。。
感谢音乐的存在，听音乐让我感觉好幸福～～^^

呼～～

好久好久没写blog了， 终于都不用为了交功课而post 一些有的没的上去了。
我可以爱怎么写就怎么写了， 哈哈。。。。
参考了很多同学的blog,发现自己的表达能力好烂哦 。。。
很多时候脑袋里涌现很多想法的时候， 很想把它写下，
但是，一打开电脑，什么都不见了。。。
看来它只能存活在我的脑袋里 。。。

这个学期即将结束，还有一个学期就将要毕业了，
报纸，新闻 都是一堆不景气，失业率惨重。
毕业后能否顺利找到工作我也不敢多想， 既然选择留下就没有后悔的余地。
我梦想周游世界，去体验不同的生活，人和事。
会实现吗？ 不知道。。。
担忧又是一天，烦恼又是一天，倒不如就什么都别想让一切顺其自然，
只要一切都在期望中就已经足矣

唉。。该出现的人到现在还没出现，不知道是自己被出卖了，被利用了，
还是你根本没把我们的友谊当一回事。
你不该这样对我，对我姐姐，对我家人，
对你所做的事我已经没办法生气了，生气已是徒然，我已经无从分辨是非黑白。
该拿你怎样，我也不清楚，只是希望你知道这样做是伤害了人，也苦了自己。
等我们见面后，你把钱还给我姐姐，我们之间就不再有任何拖欠了。

考试将近

考试将近，请大家提醒提醒我念书，只许成功不许失败。
我也要开始读书啦，这次就只有三门考试，一定要过。
yanyan , 你要跟我一起去图书馆读书哦， 你答应我了哦，
我们要一起加油， 大家加油了！！

好文章~~~ 如果

如果所有的人都丧失理智， 谴责你，
你还能保持清醒；
如果所有人都怀疑你，
你还能坚信自己 ，同时容忍他们的怀疑；
如果你能耐心地等候 ，而不感到厌倦，
或者， 即时被骗 ， 也不要骗人 ，
或者， 即使被恨 ， 也不要恨人 ，
不要盲目乐观 ， 不要夸夸其谈；

如果你敢于追梦 ——而不让梦成为你的主宰；
如果你乐于思考 ——而不仅靠想来达成目标；
如果你获得成功或遭受挫折，
同样地 ， 把他们都看成骗子；
如果你能忍受自己说过的事实，
被欺诈者扭曲， 去诱骗愚蠢的人，
或者， 看着倾注毕生心血的东西被毁坏，
然后府下身， 用破烂不堪的工具来修复；

如果你获得无数的胜利后，
冒险是你从荣耀之颠跌落，
失败后， 从头再来，
对于失败， 不要有丝毫抱怨；
如果你能强迫沉静自己的心智， 精力和体力，
在别人都离去后，使你仍能恒久坚守，
永不放弃， 即使当你的内心空无一物，
只有意志力告诉自己， “坚持!"

如果你能与众人交谈， 并保持你的美德，
或者， 与王者同行——也不远离众人；
如果仇敌和好友都不加害于你；
如果所有的人都依靠你， 但谁也不苛求；
如果你用六十秒的时间进行短跑，
来填充那不可饶恕的一分钟——
你就拥有了全世界， 一切都属于你；
而且——更重要的是——孩子 ， 你会成为一个顶天立地的人。

国际新闻

图片说明：这是7月31日，一名示威者在约旦安曼手举海报参加抗议活动。海报上的黎巴嫩儿童在以军空袭中遇难。

8月2日，黎以军事冲突进入第22天。数百人丧生，数千人受伤，数十万人流离失所……战火蔓延，死亡人数在上升，受伤人数在上升，流离失所的人数在上升！每一个逝去的生命都是对战争的谴责，每一颗受伤的心灵都是对和平的呼唤。

图片说明：8月2日，在以色列最北部的边境小镇梅图拉，从战场归来的以色列国防军士兵一脸疲惫。

　　当日清晨，一队以色列国防军士兵从黎巴嫩南部战区撤回梅图拉。梅图拉距离以黎边界仅750米，东、西、北三面与黎巴嫩接壤，是以军进入黎巴嫩的路径之一。

nice song

When I was a child, I spoke as a child
I understood as a child, I thought as a child
But when I　ｂｅｃａｍｅ　ａ　ｍａｎ
Ｉ　ｐｕｔ　ｃｈｉｌｄｉｓｈ　ｔｈｉｎｇｓ　ａｗａｙ．　　　－－　１　ｃｏｒｉｎｔｈｉａｎｓ　１３：１１

T.I. - Dead And Gone (Feat. Justin Timberlakｅ）

Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man,

Nｏｔ on some gangsta shit man on some real shit

Anybody who been through the same thing im sure you feel the same way

Ohh (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone,

And Ohh.. (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone, dead and...

Every had one of them days wish you would have stayed home,

Run into a group of niggas who gettin their hate on,

You walk by - they get wrong,

You reply then shit get blown,

Way out of proportion way bad discussion,

Just you against them pick one then rush them,

Figure you get jumped here thats next,

They don't wanna stop there now they bustin,

Now you gushin ambulance rushin,

You to the hospital with a bad concusion,

Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine,

Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound,

Never mind that now you lucky to be alive,

Just thinkin it all started fussin wit three guys,

Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can f**k

around get shot down anyday,

Niggas die everyday,

All little bullshit, dope money, dice games, for their hood shit,

Could this be cuz of hip-hop music,

Or did the ones with the good sense not use it,

Usually niggas don't know what to do when they back against the wall,

So they just start shootin,

For red or for blue or for blow I guess,

From Bankhead at the old projects,

No more stress now I'm straight,

Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my

family stake,

That part of me left yesterday

The harder me is strong today,

No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,

Ohh (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone,

And Ohh.. (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone, dead and...

I ain't neva been scared I live through tragic,

Situations could been dead lookin back at it,

Most of that shit didn't even have to happen,

But you think about it when you out there trappin',

In the appartments hangin', smokin and rappin,

Niggas start shit next thing we know we cappin,

Get locked up then didn't even get mad,

Now I think about that what a life I had,

Most of that shit look back just laugh,

Some shit still look back get sad,

Thinkin my home boy still be around had

I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time,

I won that fight I lost that war,

I could still see my nigga walkin out that door,

Who would of thought I'd never see Philant no more,

Got enough dead homies I don't want no more,

Cuz a nigga his jump cost me more,

I'd a took that ass whoppin out for sure,

Now think before I risk my life,

Take them chances to get my stripes,

A nigga put his hands on me alright,

Otherwise stand there talk shit all night,

Cuz I hit you and you sue me,

I shoot you get locked up poor me,

No more stress now I'm straight,

Now I get it now I take time to think

before I make mistake just for my

family stake,

That part of me left yesterday

The harder me is strong today,

No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,

Ohh (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone,

And Ohh.. (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone, dead and...

I turn my head to the east I don't see nobody by my side,

I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight,

So I turn my head to the north swallow that pill that they call pride,

That old me dead and gone but the new me will be alright,

I turn my head to the east I don't see nobody by my side,

I turn my head to the west still nobody in sight,

So I turn my head to the north swallow that pill that they call pride,

That old me dead and gone but the new me will be alright,

Ohh (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone,

And Ohh.. (hey)

I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)

Just tryin find my way back home (back home)

But the old me's dead and gone,

Dead and Gone, dead and...

好冷的天气~~

回到苏州， 又回到自己一个人的生活， 天气很冷，冷得宁愿躲在家里不要出门。很感叹，苏州冰冷天气与马来西亚的热情是有多么大的区别。一个月的年假过得很充实，该见的人都见了，该做得都做了。虽然我病了一整个新年，但是我的精神却很好，家里果然是个充电的地方。雪莉终于去了澳洲念书拉。很多很多说不完的故事都不知该从何说起~~~
回来之前去了一趟香港， YAn 带我去了很多地方，去了山顶，尖沙嘴，旺角，苗街吃饭，玩塔罗牌， yannie 还带我去了铜锣湾听了一场orchestra concert，真的是谢谢你们两位。。。。 jacky ,ryan , wayne 有空再到苏州走走咯~~~

三天两夜 处女星航

这三天跟妈妈和妹妹出海去了，我们三个和凤玲阿姨一起乘搭处女星航，一起前往星加坡和普吉岛。整个旅程最兴奋的时候就是到达Phuket。 Phuket岛真的很大，很美，很多吃的，很多spa，很多购物中心，很多娱乐中心。哇。。。真的太棒了。可惜我只在phuket逗留5个小时，实在是不够。如果有机会我一定要到普吉岛住上一个星期才行！har....好像去哦！！ phuket, phuket 我已经倾情于你了~~~

生病的CNY

从年三十晚开始就一直没停止过往外跑，年初一就开始生病了，伤风感冒，喉咙痛还发烧。但是我吃了几颗药，还是坚持出去了。呵呵，虽然身体不行，可是我精神却很好。就这样一直持续到年初六， 今天我才有机会在家好好休息，但是今天还是放了朋友飞机，非常不好意思，真的不行了，因为爸妈会杀了我。姐姐一直说我真行，生病了还可以到处跑，那是当然咯，因为和朋友相聚喝大家一起玩，聊聊天才是我最想做的事，我可不想错过任何难得相聚的机会啊，呵呵。。。过了今年， 明年应该不会有这个机会了，毕竟好的时光不会常在，大家都长大了，都有自己的计划了。真的很开心拥有这班朋友。但是也发现有些朋友因为疏于联络， 感情也变淡了。瞒可惜的

回忆

今天把储藏室清理了一下，妈妈要进行大扫除，我和雪莉忙着去把重要的东西收拾起来， 以免被丢掉。那些东西呢，都是我们在宿舍生活了六年留下的回忆，已经三年没碰过他了。发现了很多宝贝的回忆，一边收拾着，一边看一边笑。尤其是看回以前和朋友写的信，发现了很多自己：不一样的自己， 不曾改变的自己。很欣慰我留下了这些东西，留下了成长的印记和证明。看看自己中学写下的东西，不停的在问，原来我以前是这个样子的，原来我以前做过这个东西， 原来我有这样的想法，原来原来。很奇妙的体验，很高兴我有过一段这样的高中生活。
蔚蓝， 很抱歉，我发现我欠了你很多封信，我写给你的每一次回信已经堆积得要用大信封来装袋了。写给你的信我都没寄出，我真是一个很懒的朋友，现在这些信也唯有留给自己看了。如果你想要得话，我一定把全部寄还给你。^^

感情

今天妈妈成功炒了一锅的tomyam炒米粉，非常成功，非常好吃。当我们围着桌子吃炒米粉的时候，妈妈突然间杀出一句话。她说：“你爸爸要我告诉你们，千万不要太着迷地谈恋爱，千万不要喜欢一个男生多过那男生喜欢你，最好是那男生比较喜欢你多过你喜欢他，这样就不会受伤了。” 哈哈哈。。。听了过后，姐妹们异口同声地说：“谁不知道啊！” 。哈哈哈。。。谢谢爸爸那么关心我们。不过这些东西真的很难说，要是真的喜欢上了，根本就没办法控制的，哪有谁喜欢谁比较多啊。我想感情应该不是建立在谁喜欢谁比较多，而是应该建立在彼此的尊重，信任和坦白吧。

生气

就是没办法生气。。。哎~~ 为什么要生气呢？生气，为了要让对方知道自己的感受；生气，因为在乎对方也在乎自己；生气，为了不让对方藐视自己；生气，为了让对方了解自己；生气，为了表达自己。除此之外，生气就没有任何意义了，因为生气有时候就是一种伤害。我要学会生气，适时地发脾气，适时地控制脾气。 你觉得呢？

Global Voice

Palestine: “I don't have guns or weapons. I struggle by telling the truth”
Wednesday, January 14th, 2009 @ 18:26 UTC
by Ayesha Saldanha

Countries:Israel, Palestine
Topics: Humanitarian, Refugees, Relief & Rescue, War & Conflict, International Relations
Languages: English

Humanitarian
International Relations


In this roundups of blogs from Gaza, we hear how an ambulance driver deals with his fear, the effect of the warning announcements made by the IDF on local TV and radio stations – and how the possibility of leaving Gaza is the only thing giving an NGO worker the strength to go on.
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In this roundups of blogs from Gaza, we hear how an ambulance driver deals with his fear, the effect of the warning announcements made by the IDF on local TV and radio stations – and how the possibility of leaving Gaza is the only thing giving an NGO worker the strength to go on.

Australian activist Sharyn Lock writes at Tales to Tell:

Tonight, Tuesday, just before I came on shift, I caught a ride with S that turned unexpectedly into the pickup of the body of a resistance fighter. This was in fact the first time in all these days since I began riding with the ambulances, that I saw a fighter in my ambulance. Since it was just the two of us I helped to haul what was left of him - which didn’t involve a head or the top of his torso - onto the stretcher. I was glad of the darkness that blurred the details, though it also made me very aware that our every move in this apparently empty wasteland was probably being observed. […] Later on into the night, medic E asks me more specifically what I had felt when seeing the shaheed resistance guy. […] He begins to talk to me about his own feelings. He is 36, has been a medic for ten years. He has a wife and four children. He says he has never seen anything as bad as these days, in that time. And he says a lot of the time he is very frightened. Sometimes so frightened, if the area is dangerous, that he almost can’t bring himself to continue to drive towards the call-out location. He describes a call-out during the night that we had both been on (perhaps thinking I had observed this hesitation) saying that he first thought he couldn’t do it; he had to stop, talk himself through his fear, and then continue with the collection, expecting a rocket to blow him apart at any moment. It seems that with the drone surveillance technology, they really can send rockets with your name on.
[…]
Tonight, we collect two men carrying a little girl of 13 months. She is still warm, but EB finds no pulse. If I understood correctly, she has had breathing difficulties since she was born, and in the rocket attack that just happened, her mother held her so tight she wasn’t able to get enough air. I ask to clarify this story several times because I want to think I’ve misunderstood.

Prof. Said Abdelwahed, who teaches English at Al-Azhar University, writes at Moments of Gaza:

A medical doctor told me that hundreds of the injured will never recover and return to normal life! I saw a video of a 15 years old girl with legs mutilated from over knees, and another one with one leg remaining, and others … Health situation is deteriorating with the limited capacities of surgery operation rooms and poor available facilities. Some 60-70 doctors from the Arab countries and some European ones, in support of the Palestinian surgeons, is a help but it is still that some injured cannot be treated in Gaza no matter what. … Also, 13 paramedics lost their lives while on duty; many ambulances were shot at when they wanted to save injured and evacuate dead bodies! It's all exclamation marks!

We have been reading the posts of Safa Joudeh (whom you can learn more about here) at the group blog Lamentations-Gaza; some of her diary entries have also been posted on Syria Comment:

The IDF have infiltrated the air waves of local radio stations and TV channels. As we watch the news all of a sudden the screen goes black and an IDF message appears: “You will witness the unleashing of our wrath!!’. We turn off the TV and turn to the radio, moments later the broadcasting is interrupted and a harsh voice comes through the speakers: “Leave your area and gather in the center of your town! We are warning you for your own safety! This is the IDF”. Where are people supposed to go? Those in the center of the city such as my family are already being bombarded, and each home is already accommodating at least 1 or 2 families that have fled their areas. UNRWA shelters are already full and the streets aren’t safe. So we are people are being forewarned when in reality, they have no option but to stay put. Many people feel that it would be more merciful not to be warned of the imminent deaths.
[…]
In my home we are taking in as many of our relatives, who live in more dangerous areas, as we can. At mealtime, several people gather in a couple of circles at 2 tables to eat, as others wait their turn. We eat in 3 shifts. When its time to sleep, some people sleep on couches, others in chairs and others on blankets on the floor. During the last 16 days, along with the entire people of Gaza we have learned how to live with the most minimal aspect of comfort, and have experienced the hardships of an impoverished life to their fullest. When the power lines were fixed 2 days ago, electricity and running water were restored to our homes for 6 hours a day. The moment the power came on in our neighborhood, you could hear the cries of happiness and celebration coming from every apartment and house within hearing, despite the ongoing bombardment.

Mohammed Ali, who works for the NGO Oxfam, writes on the Oxfam blog from his home in Gaza City:

This morning I heard people chanting outside, I wondered what it was, and then, the lights came on - the electricity had come back on, hurrah! I immediately turned on the television, charged my phone, checked emails. For a moment, I felt somewhat liberated. These things that we often take for granted have become so precious of late. We have no clean water left. Our water tank is empty. My father could not turn away the increasing amount of people knocking at our door with empty jerry cans in hand. He did not realise how much water he had given out until it was too late. Shops are running out of clean water; we were not able to find any in our neighbourhood. We can use the untreated water but we should really boil it first to avoid getting sick, but we face another obstacle; we have very little gas left. We will just have to drink the unsterilised water so that we can save the rest of the gas for cooking food. By the way, if you have never cooked with a gas burner, I can tell you, it makes the food taste of gasoline, the coffee taste of gasoline, we now even smell of gasoline. […] I applied for a scholarship in the UK several months ago. I was expecting to find out in early January whether or not my application was successful. I have been waiting impatiently for days. […] The possibility of going to the UK is giving me the hope I need to live. My wife thinks I am crazy, as I talk to her as if we are definitely going; I describe the friends we will have, the restaurants we will go to, the walks around the parks…at least if I die, I will die with a little hope, the hope that I will have the chance to live a better life, even if for now it is but a dream.

Adham Khalil from Jabaliya Camp, who blogs at Free Free Palestine, has posted an article, originally published at the Electronic Intifada, compiled from his own text messages and phone calls:

Most of the time we don't have any electricity in my house. So when the power comes for an hour or two the whole family is busy. We charge our mobiles, pump water, bake bread. But I have seen so many horrible things on TV that sometimes I wish we could stay without power. So far, my own family is okay but I feel shy to speak about my family. I don't think like that. Everyone in Gaza is my family. We are suffering collectively as we are being punished and forgotten collectively, and we are dying. […] It is not true to say this is a war between Hamas and Israel. I am an eyewitness in Gaza and though you may think that Gaza is a country and Hamas is a great and powerful army, these are lies. The Palestinian factions do not own tanks, warplanes, or warships. They have homemade rockets, simple weapons. They cannot do anything against Israel's great and powerful army. We are living under complete siege with daily killings and our houses destroyed. Hamas and other Palestinian factions are trying to defend Palestinians from the continuing massacres, invasions and air strikes. The Israeli occupation and actions in Gaza are terrorist actions, as are many of their actions and policies dating back to their ethnic cleansing campaign in 1948. I don't have any guns or weapons. I struggle by simply telling the truth.


http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28620256/displaymode/1107/s/2/framenumber/8/

烂烂的blog

昨天好不容易把statistic 放进blog里了，多谢lenore 的帮忙。为了提高浏览次数，我要姐姐妹妹们得空就上去看一下，结果蔡雪莉竟然说我写blog的水准只有小学水准，气死我了。。。她还补充说写blog 对你来说果然是很愚蠢的东西。oh my god.... 好，为了不让它看来很愚蠢， 我决定改进，改进。
今天姐姐和她男朋友又带我去一家印度餐厅吃饭， 好好吃，尤其是印度饼加上他们特制的酱料，非常好吃。我还喝了一杯印度的yogurt果汁，味道非常奇怪，不是非一般的yogurt果汁，它里面还惨杂一些叶片和咖喱叶，虽然奇怪可是我也把它喝完了（振岳谢谢你咯。。。下次再帮你带书回来）。可惜我没拍下照片，雪雯说我应该常带着相机拍下照片然后放上网，提高浏览人数。对呵。。。我怎么都没想到？？
昨天雪雯回家看到我的头发，她说怎么那么像auntie?? 啊？？怎么会这样？好，我决定好好打理打理一番。今天我终于看到雪莉的好朋友jass了，她从英国带了好多手信给雪莉。其中最为感动的是她写给雪莉的postcard和他男朋友写的一张卡片。所以她今晚也不回家到jass家去聊天叙旧了。
呵呵。。。好，我要做个结尾了（这是我最喜欢做的事），我一定要记得带相机！！

我剪了头发

昨天我和妹妹到理发店去剪头发，每一年我们都不例外地到理发店去把头发重新整理， 今年我把头发剪短了， 不知道那来的勇气，我决定弄个及肩短发。还好效果并没有出乎意料， 反而妈妈姐姐和妹妹们都纷纷说着头短发适合我。呼~~~那我就松了一口气了。呵呵呵 。。。

今天爸爸要我帮他写支票，我粗心大意地在支票上补了一笔，爸爸说着支票一定不能用了， 我就觉得还好应该可以接受的，因为并不是很明显。爸爸说要是不行回来就要骂我了，真是凶死了。blogger 你真的绕了我吧， 我搞了你那么久， 还是无法将你搞定，真是#$@^&*##%**.........

shopping

好开心的一天， 今天终于可以到topshop 去shopping了，我好欣赏kate moss 自然就很喜欢她设计的服装， 今天看到一件夹克，不过衣服价钱不太乐观所以就放弃了，不过我还是买了几件其它的来奖励一下自己。自从家里开了间服装店以后，妈妈就不太高兴我们到外面去买衣服了，她总是说“自己家有衣服，干嘛还到外面买，那么笨！”所以阿，我也只好乖乖从店里搬衣服回家。不管怎样， 今天买的拿的我都带了一堆回家。非常开心~~好久没有好好地shopping 了。新年真好，可以名正言顺地买衣服。我希望以后对fashion 的热情可以持续下去, 不管是经济问题还是其它问题， 我都一定要坚持阿！！！

回到家拉~~

昨天晚上六点钟到达槟城啦，姐姐和她男友过来接机，之后还请我吃了好好吃的韩国烤肉。呵呵。。。昨天晚上跟姐姐聊天聊到三更半夜，她今天早上还要上班呢，早上他挣扎了很久才起身。呵呵呵。。。我就睡到饱，起身的时候已有香喷喷的咖喱鱼饭（my favourite)和清蒸螃蟹在桌上了。好开心^^
昨天坐了一整天的飞机真的很累，还好一路上都很顺利，这要多谢michelle 和她男朋友了， 没有他们帮忙，我应该会很狼狈吧，带着25Kg重的行李。现在我已经开始担心回去苏州时的情景了，希望也像这次那么顺利！

好充实的一天

     今天真是充实的一天， 在为回家而忙碌，忙着收拾行李，忙着买齐东西，忙着去上课，忙着修甲，忙着和朋友聚餐聚会。。。。好充实哦！今天电话没电，回到家已是晚上十点多，一打开手机，未接电话信息爆满， 真是晕。哎。。。今天真的是慌里慌张，紧紧张张，乱七八糟的一天。愿明天去上海的路上，不要太劳累，20kg的行李不是闹着玩的，希望一切顺顺利利！

酒

曾几何时，我觉得酒很难喝，不明白为什么人总喜欢喝酒。现在的我已被灌上酒鬼的称号了，昨天难得假期，难得waiwai可以出来玩，就相约了朋友到酒吧喝酒，结果喝到烂醉。吐了，又一次失态。看来我要下定决心戒酒哦，不然，我就会永无止尽的醉下去。好。。。够了，下次不准喝醉！09年，不准喝醉！！幸好我酒龄不大，还有弥补的空间，呵呵。

昨天晚上玩得蛮开心的，很久没跟那么多朋友一起clubbling喝酒了（在苏州）。和朋友出来玩果然开心 ^^ 昨天在msn上姐姐的男朋友问我说08年完成了什么，我告诉他我很努力得在玩，很努力得在颓废。 其实我也想说我很努力得在检讨自己，很努力的在成长，很努力得在思考。 快毕业了，说不担心是假的，但是担心也做不了什么，不是吗？就让他自然发展下去，船到桥头自然直嘛，对不对？

聊天

     发现我的中学生活和大学生活的大部分时间都在聊天... 有时闲着闲着就会约姐妹们出来吃饭聊天. 一聊就聊好几个小时, 聊生活啦, 八卦拉, 聊毕业啦, 聊男人啦, 谈论不同的啦,聊一些生活琐事啦... 几乎什么都聊.以前中学时, 妈妈时常说如果我把一些聊天的时间空出来, 就可以完成很多事了. 换句话说, 就是少说话多做事! 呵呵... 还好我发先近几年聊天的次数, 消耗的时间量一年一年降低了, 这让我看到欣慰, 因为我可不想一辈子用talkative来形容自己。 

     昨天晚上没有出门，msn 上 sembang sembang（哈啦） 的朋友都不在线上。 终于按耐不住打开unused desktop 里的skype , 给我马上就找到了一个很好的聊天对象， 就这样聊到了凌晨三点钟。就这样我就很满足的去睡觉了... 哎。。。 果然还是死性不改。我果然够迟钝...... 原来我已经养成聊天的习惯！！ 

welcome 2009

   2009年就这样到来了。。。有人说2008 是乎不是很理想的一年，希望09会更好。但是我个人觉得每一年对我来说都很重要，每一年都有不同的体验，成长，不管是好是坏我都很感激。 呵呵。。。

   本人不太喜欢写blog, 总觉得写blog很愚蠢， 哈哈哈。。。。开玩笑，大家不要生气哦！你看我这不就写了吗？嗯。。。我这个懒人啊，竟然把08年的事拖到09年了。例如阿，我要帮家人买很多的东西啊，到现在还没买齐，我要更新照片啊，我要解决和房东之间的住宿问题啦。。。。。一直都在拖着！

   开心, 因为八号要回家了。。。要回家过年，不知不觉在想着今年过年会不会有新体验呢？我最爱新鲜了~~~还有。。。就是我之所以会写blog , 真要感谢我们的professor Peter, 是他让我们写bolg的，是不是很奇妙呢？好友分数呢~~~~哈哈哈^^