i miss home =(

and i still have 7 more chapters fr 435.

and i haven't touched 429.

and both papers are on mon, 1 after another.

i think i'm gonna die.

and i miss home =(

i have another confession.

i was so sad that i ate all the chocolates in my room.

1 kinder bueno and 1 time-out mel gave me.

and now i feel fat.

=(

i fucked up my paper.

and i'm serious. no joke.

if i can get an overall B, i'll be like fucking happy, honest.

ya know what? this could be my first C in NTU.

serious.

and i tell ya, it's not 'easy' to get a C in CS but

there could be such an exception this time round.

fucked.

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and only when they pointed out, that i realised i've been ignoring you.

i know you read this blog.

so i just wanna say i'm sorry.

i'm getting sick of my attitude, ignoring for no good reasons.

sorry yb.

for the first time ever, there's colour in this blog.

back to topic.

as per normal, i was distracted from studies. just can't seem to get away from them.

my friend shared this clip entitled 'house of small cubes' which won an Oscar '09

it was fabulously done. almost magical.

the waters of time

flooding constructed spaces of memories.

at the very end of it

what stayed afloat was only the present.

built upon the layers of memories

the unique materials that make you

you.

i couldn't help but think of how this resonates with the idea that i hold recently.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=93797423824&ref=nf

该放手的时候就要懂得放手。

在日常生活中，我觉得自己已经放手了。

但我觉得在我心深处，我还是无法自我。

看到生离死别、看到亲情， 我眼角仍然湿润。我的心仍然会痛。

赤赤地痛。

看电影时，我想，有机会亲口说再见比较好？还是萧然离去比较好？

不知道你怎么想？

在这夜深人静的夜晚

本来应该很累，但根本不想入睡。

等会儿有流星雨，不知道有没有机会看到。

其实，我的愿望，再多的流星也无法实现。

我好想再听到你对我说

宝贝，爸爸爱你。



该放手的时候就要懂得放手...

朋友，你的名字叫自己

众里寻他千百度。

人在城里怕孤单，就得交朋友。但是，心态最好不要太天真，有时也不必太认真。
一般城市人对“朋友”的定义，有好多层次，深浅到宽窄到远近。

“浅”朋友见面打招呼，别过脸就自然不会笑了；“深”朋友可把茶杯里的风波谈成壮阔的波澜。
但是，别以为天天在饭桌上无所不谈，就可深交； 也不必以为能够推心置腹，就能深交; 更不要以为曾经是战友的，已成深交。

有时候，他们都只是过客。

在城市人的处世课业中，“情绪智商”（EQ）是抵达成功的罗盘。人跟人接触的面向、选项、花样也就因此复杂起来，花团锦簇。

最好心知肚明，若干时候的融洽也只发生于碰面，不见面彼此也许是对方手机里以备急用的一组号码。

积极地看，这种关系单纯、直接、透明而公平，纠缠少，轻松。

这也并不表示要待人以假，省下的真心也许会围困于寂寞，但总比撞个血肉模糊的来得好。

但是，有一个人，城市人是绝对不能错过。

和这个人交往，不用看嘴脸，可免表面功夫，喜怒不必藏，对话也直接到位。

这个人，就叫做“我”。

不是孤芳自赏或者滥搞自恋，自己的存在，唯有自己能肯定。所以，就算全世界背对着你，自己还能跟自己微笑。万里独行也就不孤独。
面对自己的最大难度，是如何接受、体谅、善待自己。所以，再忙碌的每天，几分钟也好，都得和自己沟通，感性联系，理智剖析。

朋友如潮水，深深浅浅来来去去。

蓦然回首，灯火阑珊处，只有自己

文：吴悠律

如果我的中文能力有那么强的话，我也会写出那么一篇文章。
花了半个钟头把这篇文章打出来，是因为真的喜欢。
可能有一些伤感，但对我而言，是事实。
坚定不移的事实。

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman -

Actually I don't feel that this is negative.
Perhaps it's coz I feel that it's true.
And truth, be it negative or positive, somehow seems to possess a neutral quality.
Until someone comes along and makes you question the quality of truth you once held close to your heart.
Simply because someone's presence is enough to brighten up your day. That's all.
And this makes you feel that perhaps, just perhaps, for this time,
Two is Better Than One

离人

银色小船摇摇晃晃弯弯
悬在绒绒的天上
你的心事三三俩俩蓝蓝
停在我幽幽心上

你说情到深处人怎能不孤独
爱到浓时就牵肠挂肚
我的行李孤孤单单散散惹惆怅

离人放逐到边界
彷佛走入第五个季节
昼夜乱了和谐 潮泛任性涨退
字典里没春天

离人挥霍著眼泪
回避还在眼前的离别
你不敢想明天
我不肯说再见
有人说一次告别
天上就会有颗星又熄灭

(music)

银色小船摇摇晃晃弯弯
悬在绒绒的天上
你的心事三三俩俩蓝蓝
停在我幽幽心上

你说情到深处人怎能不孤独
爱到浓时就牵肠挂肚
我的行李孤孤单单散散惹惆怅

离人放逐到边界
彷佛走入第五个季节
昼夜乱了和谐 潮泛任性涨退
字典里没春天

离人挥霍著眼泪
回避还在眼前的离别
你不敢想明天
我不肯说再见
有人说一次告别
天上就会有颗星又熄灭
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忽然想起这首歌，还真的很突然。
就立刻来找了。
不然这一天就无法开始了。

hello to you in the mirror

it's been a long time since i last took a close look at you.

you look like a stranger to me now, somehow.

or perhaps you've always been like one.

fuck.

why am i so fucking stressed up?

what am i thinking?

how can i be a PR person like this?

fuck.

fuck.

fucked up.

妈妈不见了租屋后面那三只猫.

那段互相依赖的关系也瞬间烟消云散了.

我不了解这个关系, 但我相信应该与我和舞蹈, 我和朋友的关系是差不多的.

电话中的她哽咽, 我们都知道她要哭了.

她立即放下电话.

我去跑了.

路上, 我想, 人到底可以接受多少痛楚?

不管多么乐观的人, 如果一而再,再而三地被逼承受痛苦, 还会乐观吗?

看着月亮, 我竟然可以流泪.

今天的月亮, 很圆, 很漂亮.

夺去了天空的色彩.

其实那天空也很特别.

或许执着只会让人盲目, 看不到生命中的色彩.

即使那色彩是多么的微小, 始终算是色彩.

我发现自己真的很会安慰自己.

路灯投往水中的倒影, 可以让我赞叹它的美.

就算是在马路上跑, 也可发现漆黑中的闪烁, 像星星一样.

人生大概就是这样

苦中一点甜, 才能好好的活下去.