dear diary

看见有回应
开心得直喊YAY




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我非常喜欢卢广仲的音质，太舒服了~

好想要挥霍 - 卢广仲 (Lu Guang Zhong)

我穿戴整齐面对疯狂的
世界不管今天面对谁
微笑是必须


就算你不在意
我微笑的原因
是我仅有的自信
---我很喜欢陈琪真的这个词

新年

Dear diary

This year’s Chinese New Year celebration was a homely one. Eve fell on a Sunday and I woke up late enough for Brunch… spent the whole day clearing up old stuffs from my room, which was surprisingly a rather renewing and uplifting chore to do. It makes me feel alive again, letting go of things which are holding space for years but have little to do with my lifestyle nowadays and finding new place for things which have important value to me. Throwing away stuffs you have kept for 10 years isn’t an easy chore to do, but it is also a timely reminder that life goes on, and what goes into memory stays pretty much as that. By 4pm, we were ready for tuan yuan fan. When my brother came back later on at night, we ate again round 2 at about 9pm. And we bathed and washed our hair as we always do on CNY eve, I still do not know why washing hair is not allowed on CNY day… and we later on watched TV together and talked crap until it was 1.30am, and my dad suddenly insisted on playing mahjong. So we played until 4.30am with me loosing most of the money due to lack of experience and sheer stupidity. Ha. Happy niu year!


I love the bustle and crowd of CNY at home, I love having lots of people coming home and eating ,talking and laughing together. Though it could be nonsense we were talking about, but I don’t bother correcting people about things on this occasion, everything goes as long as we are all happy. So come ask me stupid questions on CNY days and I will happily answer every single one of them. Haha just kidding.





非常喜欢热闹的感觉。非常喜欢跟家庭主妇的亲戚谈天，因为完全没有压力也不必多
费脑力拐弯抹角的，就可以谈得很开心。也许我日常成活中已经习惯费脑力又拐弯
抹角的与人共通。。。



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happy 牛 year
moomoo~

dear diary

刚打完麻将，太困了。
晚安！

新年快乐。

Dear diary again

Dear diary 5,

每天换班真的不是很好的事。不同时间，吃饭不同时间睡觉，不同时间上班。
今天我又胃痛了。再见，我该去睡觉了。




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dear diary 6,


我怀疑我真的是个长不大的孩子。就酱！





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dear diary 7,



今天爸爸在我的房外放了很多粉红色的花，他想触景我的桃花运。我的天啊！






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总在人潮散去，瞬间觉醒
全身力气得不到片刻安宁
直到今天还不能放开昨天的手..
两个人彼此间的必须..
--crowd卢广仲

Dear diary

Dear diary,


在超市逛的时候，有位妈妈替儿子选衣服，我听见妈妈的话里充满着骄傲。 在每个父母心中，儿女一定是最帅最美的。

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Dear diary2,


今早早餐是，爸爸突然说：‘不要这么挑剔，人好有事业长得普通就象我这样就好好’我就说‘其实你的女儿很多人追的，只是没有什么好的选择而以。。’我的单身身份是父母最操心的部分，但是竟然爱情缘分是勉强不来的东西，我觉得没有什么好担心的，我一定要让爸妈觉得很放心才是。




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Dear diary3,

最近有很多同事他们都辞职了，他们要去哪里？我想，我是很偷偷的在想，应该今年我一定也要找到跟我兴趣很match的职业，I need passion in the work I do to find it fulfulling and sustainable.




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Dear diary4,

开始工作时候，我才明白应酬是怎么一回事。



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dear diary

i am going out to dye my hair now.

i am feeling sooo....... nervous!

11/1/09 11:30am



i am back!
my hair is dyed a chestnut brown with a lil tinge of red
i protested for the choice of colour, but the hairstylist said to trust him.
i guess i did.

Sunday morning quickly came and I woke up feeling jittery, and the house was emptied for the trying to be fit family (who were mostly underweight and sedentary), except for me. I was in bed. Of course, I was sedentary and underweight too, or maybe more so. Was feeling tired from yesterday’s full day shopping and gorging myself at Bakerzin, amusingly not for its cakes, at the insistence of my closest friends. =D We ate and chatted and basically, every one was asking me to quickly go dye my hair as I have been bothered by it for a long while. I have seen others with tremendous changes from perming to dyeing and rebonding, to lasik and so on… I was in such a dilemma whether to dye or not, and not so much what colour to change it, mainly because I loved by black fine hair very much. I loved my black hair. But, I just thought I wanted some change to it. And very quickly, morning came and I found myself going for breakfast alone, and whilst queuing up for what seems the most popular store in the region, my bro who was just booked out spotted me and we ended up eating together. It was weird how he acted like a big bro, advising me not the dye my hair because it is physically damaging, because how I should not follow the crowd and because of so many reasons. Ha. NS is definitely teaching him something. And soon when my family walked back from their big walk, they joined in the protest. I stayed on to do some clothings just to hear some more rejections before leaving the house. The public transport took its time and I fell asleep briefly. And before I knew it, I was seated in front of the mirror and Brandon was snipping off my hair ends, before he asked what I was doing that day.

I looked through some colour palette and for once, did not realize how many shades can one brown make; From blond to ash to copper to red to chocolate brown. He recommended me some brown colour with a tinge of red in it to liven up my complexion, but I was very against the idea of RED. After much protest, I was bought over and he started mixing some clayish thing in a pot. So the colour job began. First, big chuncks of hair were clipped away while he sectioned sheets into 1 inched each, then slab on the milky mud looking goo onto the hair and painted it and rubbed it in, carefully avoiding the scalp, as I have forewarned him about my sensitive skin. What colour the final product will be like was totally obscure from looking at the mud. So he patiently sectioned and painted my hair while I flipped through the magazine with thin concentration. Somewhere in the middle of the painting, we started to chat and he kept making me laugh so that he could see my face blush. I couldn’t help blushing no matter how much I tried, especially when I laughed. It happened when I was a baby; my mum knows this better than me. When he finally finished painting the sheets, my head was covered with mud. The next moment, a halo was rotating around my head like I was the equator. I felt hot. And I felt hot for the next 1 hour, while Brandon went over to straighten a blond hair, he was a popular request. When all the globe-rotating thing finally ended, he checked my hair as though laser eyes could tell him the colour has penetrated. To me, I still looked covered in mud. I was seated at the basin and he started washing off the mud with cold water and I enjoyed the massaging of the scalp and rubbing. Somehow, I don’t remember my mum doing such a good job herself, but that was so long ago. I remembered my shampooing were more like yanking and bobbing of head around… no wonder I always felt dizzy after a bath. After a second shampoo, the treatment begins and I was left there ‘treated’ for a good 45 minutes. I almost fell asleep when somebody female came and washed off the stuff and I was seated back again at the mirror. And without warning or anticipation, the towel was removed and I saw, for the first time, my hair was not black. OH MY GOD! WOW!! I heard OSed in my head, and I couldn’t help laughing at myself in the mirror. What was worthy was the thrill of a first timer being surprised at the sudden change of look, as with all my friends’ experience. Then Brandon realized I was shifted and came back quickly looking offended that his customer was touched without his knowledge. And my hair was blowed dry, trimmed again at the ends to give it movement and neaten the layers. Then was the straightening-blowing part which gave the hair the shinny and healthy appearance. Not satisfied with the cut again, he adjusted the fringe and cut some more to give it even more movement. I thought I looked nice enough, but he continued to adjust the look. The hair stylist felt pretty proud of his taste and asked if I agreed. Yes, it looked like what I wanted. After the job was done, I was given some hair care advice and how to wear it, but I am sure I couldn’t have made it such salon-perfect style when I am doing my hair at home. I walked out of the salon feeling happy that I have finally done something, good or different, for myself, and the process made me feel good and relaxed. My hair looked so soft with a healthy shine, and the brown enhances the layers done while the copper added radiance to the overall look, with my fringe swept to the side, half covering my eye. I liked that I don’t look very different from when I stepped in, but somehow better. The first to see my new colour was my bro, and he insisted we shall go shopping together.



One day after my colour job, I reluctantly washed my hair fearing that I might loose the nice glossy shine from the treatment and neat layers from the blow dry. I would be happy if I could loose some of the colour to get a even more toned down chocolate colour, however the lather were all white. It is true that I cannot reproduce the salon-perfect hair myself, but just thinking about the experience of a first timer was happy enough. I liked that I had finally put myself through it and enjoyed the process and emerging looking very close to what I wanted and what I was intially ;)


happy new year! =)

11/1/09 11:30pm

拜拜2008

2008年 拜 拜!

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我最近是怎么了？
我变得不那么喜欢一个人逛街。
我到底怎么了？

前天闲逛书局
看见我曾经喜欢的作者出书
=)
但是明明就没有很帅
干嘛还登那么多照片
真是的！


关于我上上个post
看到有回应，
我真的吓到了。
=)

谁不想要过简单生活呢？
在我们现代社会那么多生活上的压力，
人际关系的纷扰，
我们能拥有简单生活吗？

简单是从自己本身找到的，
不是那么容易被环境影响的。

可能是因为我们还不能足与现状，
简单生活才变得如此珍贵。



好吧，
那就。。。
希望2009年能活得更精彩！

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新年快乐呕！