tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75265999377472226462018-05-29T13:44:26.790+08:00The Lost Words我的故事,也许有些旧了……心情就像散场许久的好看电影,若有所失……而时间就在破碎的心情中摇摇晃晃的溜过去了……yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.comBlogger347125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-14344464274461454012017-12-16T00:11:00.004+08:002017-12-16T00:11:38.014+08:00Out of the pit of despairBack to blogging. simple as that. Have been away for two whole years, but feeling lucky that I finally have the mood to write something. Things caught up, bla bla, have to spend a lot of times away from the laptop (which was good!), but I guess blogging will do for now.<br /><br />I like the fact that life is like gogogo all the time, there is always something to look forward to. Goosefair- christmas - new year - exams - school - travel - graduation - grocery shopping- work - sleep - youtube - and a lot of fun stuff.<br /><br />I miss travelling a lot. but I would like to do something else now. Like gardening.. reading.. and..fell into a reverie in the past..<br /><br />Often than not, I keep catching myself thinking about what went wrong, why, what could be better, what ifs and why why WHY.. (why did the thief steal my portable harddisk, why was he so desperate, why cant everyone be honest and why didnt I lock my door)<br /><br />I still have quite a bit on my to-do list, and blogging never comes first. Just thought of uploading some pictures, in case my harddisk got stolen again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gslh53RC3Ic/WjPwdZqgw4I/AAAAAAAAw5g/ghWKkZKnJkMazeegSwcLfFA4suBk3t0qwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_20151222_142014_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1186" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gslh53RC3Ic/WjPwdZqgw4I/AAAAAAAAw5g/ghWKkZKnJkMazeegSwcLfFA4suBk3t0qwCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_20151222_142014_HDR.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYY5WaDLsDs/WjPwgk9zoQI/AAAAAAAAw5k/6h2DY9wKsno0SB9NPujmrM1qySRXh64RwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_20160101_000251_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="1600" height="296" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYY5WaDLsDs/WjPwgk9zoQI/AAAAAAAAw5k/6h2DY9wKsno0SB9NPujmrM1qySRXh64RwCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_20160101_000251_HDR.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN66Ww2-II4/WjPzO-4AXiI/AAAAAAAAw64/utqZI9rlRSUNBnPZ2frt5hpx-KdeHOxaACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_20170810_193456_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN66Ww2-II4/WjPzO-4AXiI/AAAAAAAAw64/utqZI9rlRSUNBnPZ2frt5hpx-KdeHOxaACLcBGAs/s400/IMG_20170810_193456_HDR.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-83958393124714498202016-02-25T07:15:00.000+08:002016-02-25T07:15:16.988+08:00emotionally abandonedLast published on OCT 15!non-adherence<br /><br />anyway I'm all good.<br /><br />Have been practicing on counselling. and one thing is, examiner here judge us based on British communication style. Like I'm NEVER gonna be over-passionate in counselling, aka FAKE AS FUCK, I'm just gonna say what I wana say, ask questions, do everything right instead of faking it like 'OHHH HOW GOOOD TO HEAR THAT!! IT FITS YOU PERFECTLY (when the person fashion is shit)'<br /><br />ya kno what I mean.<br /><br />I had a nightmare about getting rejected at a job. My dreams have always been bizarre. I could see the boss reading my CV while I was on the phone. Anyway, the boss rejected me because I do not have experience in the UK. and I could not get pharmacy experience because I do not have previous experience. and the vicious cycle goes on and on...<br /><br />Honestly, UK is not the best place accepting foreign cultures and stuff. They don't have the best people unless you like superficial relations. Joined the society, all the socials were like 'cheese and wine night', 'cruising', 'bar crawl'... which all have alcohol, puke and crap.<br /><br />Even they do ice skating or paint ball, it still have pre-drink sesh. I may not be joking.<br /><br />I also have a bad dream on returning back to Malaysia. I could feel the humidity in Malaysia and I was suffocating like HELPPP I CAN'T BREATHEEE MOMMY!!! I was crying and I said I wana leaveee..<br /><br />It isnt dramatic. sometimes Malaysia is so humid and we got so used to it.<br /><br />I already make a to-do list when I go back to Malaysia.<br /><br />I like my lifestyle now. So much freedom. Sense of security. No burglary, robbery and crazy things.<br /><br />I like that people are so 'far away' from me. I mean literally like my parents and friends, and also virtually (like I dont bother to talk to people anymore)<br /><br />I like that I can eat whatever I want. I make sandwiches, smoothies, I buy cookies when I crave for it and everything. Spa, massage, farm trip, horseriding, pole dancing, bbq party, midnight mcd...<br /><br />It is all because I have so much free time and financially independent.<br /><br />My god. I wonder things will be that good when I return. Maybe not.<br /><br />I wish I can live in a self-sustainable bubble/neighbourhood. and never leave. I hate crimes.<br /><br />Why people wana steal stuff. hurt people. be so greedy. be so lazy to work. cannot self-discipline?<br /><br />and when the weather is so hot, I'm less calm. Here I feel chilly at time, most of the time it's just-nice temperature, and things appear to be manageable. Except the sleepiness. NEVER GOES AWAY!<br /><br />Imma give myself 15 years. to be a nomad. to go everywhere I could. then maybe settle down. or never.<br /><br />So many things have been running in my mind lately, hence all the bad dreams. They are still manageable I guess. But i hope I could be left alone for a year or more. like 'go-go-go away!' feeling. One thing about nosy people is they always want to know everything to the very detail. Fuck! aint nobody got time to entertain you! and I hate hate hate hate loathhheee! to answer the same questions 3million times at different time of the day! 8.30am 'when do you want to go out' 9.10am 'when do you want to go out' 10.30am 11am 1235pm my god it is crazy!!!<br /><br />time to sleep.<br /><br /><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-83193321318815179792015-10-20T02:05:00.001+08:002015-10-20T02:24:56.049+08:00Abandoned<p dir="ltr">Things does not changed when i come here. It did when i get into a relationship.</p><p dir="ltr">Just to try lah.<br>Never try never know ma.</p><p dir="ltr">I can feel the busy buzzy bee in me trynna do jobs for two with time only allowed for one.</p><p dir="ltr">Urgh. Headache. Literally.</p><p dir="ltr">Have been wanted to blog for thousand times, the urge, but it happened like when you want to sneeze but your brain does not let you.</p><p dir="ltr">How good if blogging is like fart. Uncontrollable.</p><p dir="ltr">I could steal sometime now since he is out with his bible blah group. Ok. Apology.</p><p dir="ltr">It's not that i have no free time at all. In fact i procrastinate A LOT. but it is hard to spend this free time on blogging and not on sleeping/watching youtube/catch up with virtual Facebook friends. Those you think they still care for you but maybe they are not. Hahahaha. </p><p dir="ltr">Some updates: i did went back for malaysia for justtt a weeek in sept like I am loaded with thousand £££ but i went back for my uncle. Or maybe to show support for my cousin sis. They have been through a hard time. Maybe im no one, even i went back didnt mean anything to them. But at least i did something. Oh well. Got nagged over the roof from my mom, got asked like ' is uncle THATTT sick', but u know. It's ma monay. And now im broke and still hanging on with as little as 38£ in my bank.</p><p dir="ltr">Cool. Proved that im low maintenance.</p><p dir="ltr">2nd updates, im took up pole dancing classes. No commitment, so it's all about self discipline. Whether you want it or not. Or how badly you want it. Dont get me wrong, im not trying to be this sexy pole dancer or POLER who dance to fifty shades of grey like crazily sexy with hot booty and stuff. </p><p dir="ltr">Just let me try new things lah. Can?</p><p dir="ltr">Equestrian club too mahal.. moutaineering too long. Always take up the entire weekend for a trip. Where got time. You see. Final year k.</p><p dir="ltr">Anddd, pole dancing is NOT slutty at all and those dance move ON the pole is legit as hell. Them muscles strength.</p><p dir="ltr">Also, it is not boringgg like just pull ups, push ups, sit ups, etc. Repetitive and dull. In pole dancing, i get bruises as well, surprisingly interesting. It adds 'colours' to my weekly workout.</p><p dir="ltr">Anywy, not trying to convince anyone, just telling stuff.</p><p dir="ltr">Im having a bad headache now. I get this feeling everytime i overconsume caffeine and my body is telling me 'your body is tired but your brain cant sleep'. Which makes me wanna stay in bed (remain at the same state), but just stare at the ceiling.</p><p dir="ltr">Cruel reality: i have to meet up a friend who 99% cares about me, at her place for dinner. </p><p dir="ltr">So i have to crawl out my duvet, get dressed, embrace the cold dry wind for 15mins sambil cycling to her house.</p><p dir="ltr">Last update:my sunflowers take ages to bloooom. One day of sun followed by a week of grey. Inefficiency defined.</p><p dir="ltr">Bye. It gonna take me forever to come back to blogging again.<br></p>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-66976862041706719902015-08-05T06:08:00.001+08:002015-08-05T06:08:16.830+08:00Petite paris just got hung over.No meaning. Just a title.<br /><br />I don't feel like posting pictures of the recent paris trip. Yea, pure laziness because when I thought of the amount of pictures Imma go through, man, ain't nobody got time fo that!<br /><br />I'm back from Slovenia. To be honest, Ljubljana is only good for travelling. (Of course to all the slovenian I would say Ljubljana/Slovenia is perfect.) Not saying I hate that city, but honestly, neither I met fantastic people there, nor the place offers something good that this English land could not offer.<br /><br />When I was in Prague and Ljubljana(or some cities nearby), I feel like I'm time travelling back in the past. The shops, the display of mannequins, the buildings, the souvenirs, the people, the way they dressed, the lighting in some shops, the model of cars, seem like coming from the 1980s.<br /><br />Nothing so advance that made me impressed. Really.<br /><br />The dorm was fine, but my roommate from Serbia said it was so goood etc. Yeah. clean, neat, basically the basics. hahaha. It made me think how Serbia is like. 1970s maybe.<br /><br />All the exchange students I met like to drink badass alcohol, like 40% and stuff. But they are kind to have coke and sprite for people like me. Red wine is fine, sweet white is cool too. Beer and kind, =(<br />They just met but acting like crazy friends. They never have sensible conversations. instead, doing all kinds of 'writing cards, birthday surprises, thank you photo' kinda act. Annoying.<br /><br />I enjoy the scenery as much as I hate it because it was with them.<br /><br />I love the weekend in Villach, Austria alone, and in Bled, Slovenia. The funny thing is they're in Bled on the same day, and I felt fortunate that I didnt bump into whole bunch of them.<br /><br />The music they listen to is sooo sooo soooo hipster I can't even. Try google some serbian slovenian croatian and romanian music. It will make you roll eyes even you think you're non-mainstream.<br /><br />A romanian does not know about Pitch Perfect. and 21 Jump street. I know it's not healthy to buy Hollywood movies but. We have nothing in common. I try to understand them, but i don't feel welcoming. They are not unfriendly, but not so friendly too. Picture this, they just play their own musics, dancing, having fun, and you do what you want lah. Haha. I knew this would happen the first day I met them. I was impressed by my instinct which developed since the first day I left home. You can kinda tell which is your people with just one 'Hello~!'. You know, the invisible vibe.<br /><br />After I left slovenia, I planned myself a trip to Pula, Croatia before I fly back to London. I was surprised by the number of British/Irish there, then I realised that was the reason Im there too --they have direct flight from the UK. So I check in to a 6bed dorm, had three british girl and a swedish guy as roomie bla bla. All of them are young as f, of course I didn't talk much after saying Hi. I heard their convo, something around 'You know I lurrrveee tAAAnned feet, I just lurrrrve them.'<br /><br />I'm always back to dorm around 5pm (grandma style), and they freaking took 2hours to get ready for a night out party, from shower to leaving the room. I tried to remember what they did. I honestly can't. A lil bit of mascara, picking the dress, getting their wallet, and poof. 2 fcking hours.<br /><br />I met a 33year old Turkish lady from Vienna at night. She got a degree in Istanbul, got two masters in Sobon, and another master in somewhere else, now getting a phd in sept. Solo traveller, and talked like my kinda man. Spent 8 years in france, worked in vienna, now moving to budapest for two weeks before returning home as an expat. A very intelligent woman, clear from alcohol and tobacco, accept all kind of things but never get involved in the things she doesn't like. I'm talking about myself. HAHAHAHA. joking.<br /><br />I knew it the moment I said Hi. (Lesson: Be nice to your dorm mate), we end up hugging each other so tightly the next day when she was leaving. We spent the whole afternoon swimming in the sea, Adria-rock-tic sea to be specific, eating kebab, sharing pictures together. She speaks french turkish, german, some turkey dialect, Mongolian kind, spanish and what. A lawyer which know something I could never understand. Nuclear law and European stuff.. HAHAHA. I'm shallow as f. thanks.<br /><br />Just wana say, a good ending to my student exchange experience. and I'm too lazy to cook dinner.<br /><br />Now I'm starving but it is 11pm. Eat supper, get fat or sleep.<br /><br /><br />eat supper and get FAT!! I'm back in Nottingham, WOOOHHOOOOO! WHO CARESSS WHAT FAT DOES TO YOUR BODY!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNUP6xbdSI8/VcE3GxPLS9I/AAAAAAAACG0/03qTCmzdJsg/s1600/IMG_20150802_160338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNUP6xbdSI8/VcE3GxPLS9I/AAAAAAAACG0/03qTCmzdJsg/s320/IMG_20150802_160338.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dumb blonde alert.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTJ_6gm5em4/VcE3QHt1leI/AAAAAAAACG8/gDTWv6SzeTY/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTJ_6gm5em4/VcE3QHt1leI/AAAAAAAACG8/gDTWv6SzeTY/s200/IMG_1674.JPG" width="133" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sleeping like a boss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">When you're giving your own opinion, you're judging. Fact.</div><div style="text-align: right;">It's ok, calm down.</div><br /><br /><br /><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-18392933712853065502015-07-28T04:03:00.000+08:002015-07-28T04:03:01.882+08:00人還是會變不是一篇說什麽朋友變心很無聊那些(都懶得看怎麽可能會寫)。<div>就是想説自己,好像變懶惰了。</div><div><br /></div><div>真的是一種'噢。是喔。’ 的概念。下一步就是躺回床上。或是刷卡解決問題。然後說,人生很多事情不是你要就有的啊~~*倒一堆零食進嘴巴*</div><div><br /></div><div>比如來到slovenia,看到一堆外國人,講兩三句,感覺不是很對,不想説了。回房間。英文不是很好,不想繼續聊。回房間。不是説我英文很好,是說我對歐式英文不太熟悉。哈哈。心裏就想,‘誰有時間跟他們哈拉陪笑。fuck.回房間。’</div><div><br /></div><div>我有善意推辭他們喝酒的邀約已經很好了。他們也算nice,至少放過我。我還挺開心他們過後不jio我。‘放過我吧。’LET MEHHH GO! LEAVE MEHHH ALONE!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ky的朋友聽到我說我大學一個朋友都沒交。大吃一斤。媽的。每個人都有自己的運動愛好,正經事做完就是喝酒喝酒喝酒。Bar crawl 啦~~~ free entrance to oceana club 啦, 3鎊進門票free 2 shots啦。這種吵鬧的場合適合我嗎。urgh.有沒有Potato club. 大家玩freeeeze potato freeze freeze potato 的游戲。 唉。</div><div><br /></div><div>説回歐式英文,我真的不懂他們的笑話哪裏好笑。明明每個人都不是很熟,就笑得跟賤妃子一樣假。話説有個女生染頭髮(dying her hair), 某人就説:she is dying! 全部人就很驚訝dying???然後她就説對!dying!哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈x1000 又某某人人說:drying 是吧!!(英文也有夠爛)我就默默地回房間了…………</div><div><br /></div><div>這樣子我還聊得下去嗎。</div><div><br /></div><div>回房間途中遇到另一個XX,他問我要不要去動物園,(晚上八點去動物園聽音樂?!NO!)我就説我在看Pitch perfect 2, 他説什麽??我説你不懂這部電影嗎? 他説NO~~~~ </div><div><br /></div><div>羅馬尼亞真的是一個沒有受到美國文化污染的美麗國度。</div><div><br /></div><div>我是有聽過他們的pop song,衹能説我是一個膚淺聽主流,沒眼光沒主見的年輕人。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>有時真的很懶得去social,真的有必要和那麽多人交朋友嗎。真的需要有外國朋友嗎。真的不能在國外每天吃炒飯嗎。真的一定要瞭解他們在想什麽嗎。我又沒有很judgemental。我衹知道去到那裏都有很怪的人。去到哪裏都會有讓我翻白眼的女生。</div><div><br /></div><div>人生最討厭就是怕昆蟲的女生,又瘦又弱頭腦長不完整的女生,嬌滴滴讓人很想踹她的女生。(我是不是太judgemental哈哈哈哈哈WHO CARESSSSS.)媽的真的很想回nottingham。</div><div><br /></div><div>倒數四天。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-30365222712309457802015-06-26T06:20:00.000+08:002015-06-26T06:20:00.768+08:00Everytime. Every damn time.I have accumulated so much in my brain for one week, and when I finally have the time to blog, I forgot what I want to say.<br /><br />Stealing some time from packing.<br /><br />I'm not sure who is still reading my blog, but I find peace in blogging. I realise I only post entries when I'm bored and have nothing better to do other than sitting in front of my laptop. You'll find no post in the summer. which means I'm living healthily.<br /><br />One thing I would have to admit is that, winter is really depressing. It might not be the only factor that contributes to the sad, grumpy, extremely stressed out January posts, but with only 8hours of daylight, it certainly does something to shake my mood.<br /><br />So far I've been travelling quite a lot, I could've save all those money, but YOLO, travelling is one of the reasons why people work so hard throughout the year.<br /><br />I started with Cambridge, Bristol, London, then Val d'Isere, France in winter, Dublin, Belfast, Prague, Dresden in Easter. I brought my parents to Amsterdam and Paris, one of the proudest moment of my life. *spotlight* thennnn, i'm going to Ljubljana for a placement, and northern Europe in August. Am still planning. maybe a little bit of venice, zagreb and austria. We'll see how much money I left.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXIiQfvcAeU/VYx1dARdkCI/AAAAAAAACEc/oasXxAv34Gg/s1600/IMG_2445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXIiQfvcAeU/VYx1dARdkCI/AAAAAAAACEc/oasXxAv34Gg/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I genuinely wish my mom enjoyed the trip. If it wasn't for her, I would never endure the pain that my dad brought for us. Just for my mom, cause she kinda love to have my dad around, although he is the pain-est pain in the ass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZApcjeRtks/VYx1cA2pYJI/AAAAAAAACEU/mrmYaaJYtGM/s1600/IMG_2615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZApcjeRtks/VYx1cA2pYJI/AAAAAAAACEU/mrmYaaJYtGM/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She wasn't smiling as much as the previous photo because my dad wasnt around. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You see, it's annoying. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9rP_rdO9hY/VYx5aPn2PsI/AAAAAAAACEo/lfJeiY-LV2w/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9rP_rdO9hY/VYx5aPn2PsI/AAAAAAAACEo/lfJeiY-LV2w/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nice architecture in Amsterdam. Dem squares.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbtqPceeTWo/VYx5aoU4fMI/AAAAAAAACEs/1OUzgKH6E-Y/s1600/IMG_2830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbtqPceeTWo/VYx5aoU4fMI/AAAAAAAACEs/1OUzgKH6E-Y/s320/IMG_2830.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Miffy parade!! omg omg. I took photo with every miffy. i think you wouldnt want to see all my pose with each miffy.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHVWhTzMlQU/VYx5a4DW0OI/AAAAAAAACEw/a-sD39S-Zyk/s1600/IMG_2889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHVWhTzMlQU/VYx5a4DW0OI/AAAAAAAACEw/a-sD39S-Zyk/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> and skiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppppp whole lot of amsterdam. and we're here in Paris.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRtx7EUGSWE/VYx5f_zilxI/AAAAAAAACFA/JQFz3JpbfSg/s1600/IMG_2925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRtx7EUGSWE/VYx5f_zilxI/AAAAAAAACFA/JQFz3JpbfSg/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mini inverted pyramid at the another entrance of The Lourve.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sa74hyV-nXk/VYx5ia1pltI/AAAAAAAACFI/42rDdTPukmo/s1600/IMG_2955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sa74hyV-nXk/VYx5ia1pltI/AAAAAAAACFI/42rDdTPukmo/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not a touristy person, but this is a must-do in my list: selfie in front of someone's wife.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW0ukikxXaY/VYx5i6ig2HI/AAAAAAAACFM/dt6F522LxSw/s1600/IMG_3045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW0ukikxXaY/VYx5i6ig2HI/AAAAAAAACFM/dt6F522LxSw/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a design by I. M. Pei. a massive triangular food cover with many ants around it.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ_qZ-86-Wc/VYx5lZSa5BI/AAAAAAAACFY/rf9p1Ou3xr0/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ_qZ-86-Wc/VYx5lZSa5BI/AAAAAAAACFY/rf9p1Ou3xr0/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel this sculpture the most, I will remember the description till I die. It depicts the cupid, who was giving the butterfly a rose, but at the same time, holding its wings. Love gives you the things that you yearn for, but at the same time, it tortures you.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V38zdhytVTE/VYx5lgDl2NI/AAAAAAAACFc/v19RIlpFDwk/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V38zdhytVTE/VYx5lgDl2NI/AAAAAAAACFc/v19RIlpFDwk/s320/IMG_3105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ess-car-goh. ess-ka-gou. esss-kwarr-geth. but definitely not es-kar-GOD. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXw_xe1LqyM/VYx5rHOgzfI/AAAAAAAACFo/qwZjdCSbmw0/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXw_xe1LqyM/VYx5rHOgzfI/AAAAAAAACFo/qwZjdCSbmw0/s320/IMG_3189.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eiffel tower is a female.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRP5Er3WAsQ/VYx5sinLDTI/AAAAAAAACFw/00WEbQOitTI/s1600/IMG_3235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRP5Er3WAsQ/VYx5sinLDTI/AAAAAAAACFw/00WEbQOitTI/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">running out of creativity</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fuo3jWiP9w/VYx5sk0386I/AAAAAAAACF0/NCrJZQ57nmU/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fuo3jWiP9w/VYx5sk0386I/AAAAAAAACF0/NCrJZQ57nmU/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bir-Hakeim bridge, aka the Inception bridge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY. MOMMA'S TIRED.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-673369282931031622015-06-15T10:25:00.001+08:002015-06-15T10:25:21.436+08:00连blogging也可以slack。我到底是多讨厌动脑。这样有一搭没一搭地update,其实我最想念也最懒的就是写日记。<br /><br />这一年来update的都很凄凉。所以还是要继续凄凉下去。<br /><br />现在是什么烂夏天,冷到鬼酱。<br /><br />anyway,是来扫灰尘的。<br /><br />Be right back!yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-33149518285408276242015-02-19T10:35:00.001+08:002015-02-19T10:35:32.025+08:00I miss the 'ME' before i met himMy second year in university was just perfect. I miss it so much. I would dive down my memory to re-live it again and again. urgh.<br /><br />Everything was just so perfect until the end of Australia trip. My house in TTS5 was perfect, Gen-Y was stressful but fruitful in the end, volleyball competition, to be able to see qing yu every day, and being single but having bunch of besties around me.<br /><br />After that until now was some sort of nightmare.<br /><br />I don't know. Looking at the pictures on facebook just made me sad. Every time. and regret. There is something missing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-19848885297916089022015-01-28T04:10:00.003+08:002015-01-28T04:10:19.208+08:00I'm so used to 1080p and when it is at 480p.. I cant even.When you're not stressful and emotional, your blog post would be something like this:<br /><br />'Day started with receiving an expensive handbag covered with white mold.<br />Day continued with 5 pounds note vanished in the air.<br />Returned the parcel, and forgot to put receipt in the box.<br />Panicked, rushed back to the post office and slipped the receipt in. Not to forgot the nagging from the woman behind the counter.<br />Found 100 pounds somewhere hiding in my drawer.<br />It was a surprise from the past me. or myself in the past. Whichever you feel is correct.<br />End of the day.'<br /><br /> I hate this kind of blog post. please don't write something like this or Imma throw up.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I wonder how I survived 108p when there was a quota during the Celcom broadband years.</div><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-73298219862259470712015-01-21T10:29:00.003+08:002015-01-21T10:29:58.761+08:00I can watch JustKiddngNews allllll dayyy. and kang xi. and everything on youtube that make you LAUGH OUT LOUD. or gross you out. like massive zits video. hahahahaha.<br /><br />First day of freedom. I don't wana sleeeep! I'm so happy. I got over exams on MY OWN! I did not go home. I didnt manja my mom. I cook my own meals. I go everywhere on my own. Urgh I so wana live alone now.<br /><br />I'm surprised I'm so happy that I forgot dinner. now I'm huuunngry and I think I need some sleeep after a long battle.<br /><br />我只是需要一些time out!!<br /><br />中场休息~ 然后继续battle!!<br /><br />被人酸真的TMD不爽,所以我要酸回别人。哈哈。尖酸刻薄!<br /><br />某人说:哇你是怎么可以一边读书一边skype人家。你一定是聪明人。<br /><br />TMD听到就不爽。真的很想说:因为我可以。<br /><br />*很多事是要不要,不是不可以*<br /><br />要我等12个小时,等一个回复,也是很说不过去。大便我也可以回message。<br /><br />某人又说:我以为你拿scholarships又读nottingham是一个心智年龄成熟大概27岁那样,结果你没想到你还是22/23岁的小女生。<br /><br />oh fuck. FUCKKKKING ANNOYING.<br /><br />我在讨厌的人面前还有更多不为人知的一面,我会慢慢一点一点的reveal. ‘成熟的样子’,是给好朋友看的。<br /><br />每个人都有很多面吧。如果我在每个人面前都一样我就有病!哈哈。<br /><br />总之人生真的会遇到很多让你无言的人。有时真的气到一个极点,然后弱掉,没力,不想理这种人。<br /><br />每个人只想要看到自己想看到的那一面,所以如果朋友不能接受我真实的那一面,真的无法成为朋友。<br /><br />真的at some moment我真的不想讲话。难怪我那么喜欢自己一个人。<br /><br />HAPPY POST-EXAM DAY!!!<br /><br />我的new year resolution是没有人可以让我再生气~~!呼哈呼哈。远离。不要看。不要听。不要在乎。yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-31063090992928522382015-01-13T11:09:00.003+08:002015-01-13T11:09:55.195+08:00boyfriend is so overrated.'Just give me that damn karaoke.'<br /><br />半夜两点在不隔音的家狂唱Youtube karaoke,开心!!!希望楼上的不要抱怨~~<br /><br />唉,刚刚看康熙,最近又想起2010年的事,没有想到那么感慨。<br /><br />康熙网友留言:<br />‘我想看到这集那么想哭的,很多都是和深爱的人分开过的吧。<br /><br />好理解S紧张的心情,也好能体会她在回眸之前为何想哭。<br />可确实也心疼她边哭边笑,骂脏话说,我先哭我输了。<br />其实女人到什么时候都一样,在深爱过的男人面前,哪怕今天30多岁了,哪怕现在已是三个孩子的妈妈了,哪怕我今天已经又过的很幸福了,可当转身要再见到他时,还会眼泪兮兮的问身边的朋友“我漂不漂亮…” (这句话让我瞬间想飙泪)<br /><br /><br />一起幸福过,也彼此伤害过,曾经两人也许都各自等待过对方的一句抱歉。过了这么多年,长大了,想明白了,也终于有勇气有机会说出来了,所以S和他怎么能不哭呢。他们在电视里哭,又有多少人仿佛在看着自己哭。<br /><br />———希望很久以后,自己也能像S今天一样。’<div><br /></div><div>还没看到这留言之前,在S还没回头看黄子交之前说‘我漂不漂亮’,我视线都模糊了。</div><div><br /></div><div>虽然我也没有分过手什么大事件,但是当年我们那么暧昧也是很让人叹气~他都单独陪我聊天聊很晚,躲在guard抓不到的地方;都暧昧的说除了拜拜以外没有别句话了吗~(可能当时我会错意,我说I miss you,可能他要我说‘欠你的钱我会还’之类的~),还要牵我的手赶火车,还要送我回家,还说很多很多好听的话,来骗老娘。</div><div><br /></div><div>现在他人就在伦敦,说真的我也不敢见他,怕一见他就想巴他 ‘当初为什么骗我说你在家很累!明明就跟女朋友在Subang!妈的。*掌掴*’</div><div><br /></div><div>当然我要变非常非常优秀,大概十年后,再见他。哈哈哈~说真的我还不敢相信有人会骗我。可能我也太烦人了。</div><div><br /></div><div>想起以前我是怎么自己一个人生活,连阿yang慧倩都难以置信。我就是每天大唱,每天吃零食,chipmores一次一盒这样吃~之前半年在intec住是瘦的五公斤都吃回十公斤了~还记得隔壁房一直抽烟,都飘过来,飘到我要说我吸烟会气喘死掉才肯不抽!妈的。我会大唱除了要报仇之外,也因为他们是越南人听不懂哈哈哈~~</div><div><br /></div><div>以前在intec天天以泪洗脸都让人受不了,可能PS姐姐都想骂我了(你哭够没),后来一年半就swagggg到不懂哪里去~不开心就要作改变,找一个行得通的方法~来英国也是行尸走肉四个月,这边没有一班朋友,没有得回家,没有mamak, 读书压力还是那么大,所以我现在要大解放!考完试去shopping!买自己喜欢吃的,无牵无挂!!别人不想念我,不爱我,欺负我,讲我坏话,我还有我自己,最近因为英国的关系,怪冬天太冷,自己也变很弱,差点就被打倒,我要赶快好起来,找回我的bitch-ness!</div><div><br /></div><div>那么多年,以为靠得住别人,其实别人也要撑自己,每次有无理的要求,我都会听到妈咪的声音说‘阿幺你真的很野蛮!想要什么就一定要的涡……’唉,好像从来没变。</div><div><br /></div><div>哪有像我那么闲闲没事在英国混的人,哪有像我后天考试现在还blog的人。我还要唱多两首歌。跳舞,在房间换装自拍,自己走路自己讲话,唱卡拉ok唱到自己大笑自己都是我会做的事情。NO JUDGING. thanks. </div><div><br /></div><div>meeek meeeek说single life SUCKSSS (还要给我大字母),他妈的,你就不懂了。</div><div><br /></div><div>可能她要教我如何handle‘non-single life',我要给她单身必做的10001件事。-到处乱flirt -报仇别的负心汉就是单身的使命啊。</div><div><br /></div><div>我是有多恨把人际关系看的像屎一样的人啊。无论亲情友情我都很努力,更何况是爱情。level set 太高,无人问津。每天被女朋友找渣的感受是什么啊,会到最后连脾气很好的人也放弃哄她说‘随你怎么想’吗?唉有些女朋友也太不切实际,要男朋友24小时在身边,换作我有男朋友那么粘人我会立刻把他甩掉。知道自己那么不独立就不要交男朋友了吗!活该!</div><div><br /></div><div>骂完了。爽。虽然没有大解脱的感觉,但好像也松了一口气,不知道现在的我将来会变开心还是变更伤心。(我要为我的小套房努力!!!!还有多久才可以懒惰!!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>看到吃不到摸不到是很难受的。不要再po食物的照片了。要过年了,好紧张。</div><div><br /></div><div><div>不说了。sayonara。</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-76172774861415761582015-01-12T03:24:00.000+08:002015-01-12T03:24:11.725+08:00偷一点时间佩沁姐姐说‘既来之则安之’,好像突然没那么紧张~<br /><br />是我要求太高吗。好像也是。<br />是除了杀人就没有更严重的事吗。<br />是不是只要还有生命就可以再来。<br /><br />可是每次重来的感觉都不一样了<br /><br />每次froth milk都froth到乱七八糟,练到好好下一次又好像新手一样。我有错,steamer也有错。<br /><br />咖啡能提神,但不能帮我背书。背不好就考不好,总算让我了解怎么努力也不是读书的料的感觉。不是努力就一定做得到,少了那1%,就不是100%。所以,天分还是很重要。<br /><br />唉,每次说要将心比心,其实也没有做得很好。<br />每次说不要太judgemental,其实也很judgemental.<br /><br />When I see group photos on facebook, I will hide the name of that person who posted it and guess who in the picture my facebook friend is. If I get it right, i will be like 'oh yeshhhh.', but most of the time I was like 'oh man. how time has changed a person.' I know I should get a life, it's just a little 'game' I do on facebook other than stalking.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swBVJ_eJAlw/VLLLChKbPUI/AAAAAAAACCs/lxcugpwHowk/s1600/230462_2027373252657_4009639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swBVJ_eJAlw/VLLLChKbPUI/AAAAAAAACCs/lxcugpwHowk/s1600/230462_2027373252657_4009639_n.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>想当年,我竟然那么瘦! 才三年多四年前而已。妈呀。有时看别人瘦真的无法motivate自己,看到自己以前那么瘦就觉得我考完试真的要做运动! 唉,吃东西也要吃少一点。 妈的。这件衣服已经蹦到不行……2011虽然压力到大哭大崩溃,但好像也是最开心的一年,有必要那么极端吗~ 现在就中规中矩,还是已经看太开。唉,还蛮想念当年一放学就回家这件是,偶尔跑去empire买面包,经过Aunty Anne's就买choc sticks回家吹冷气看康熙,internet还有quota要省省用,自己煮饭自己吃,褒薏米煲到当饭吃,拜六礼拜在家懒惰,回怡保,买Chatime喝到饱,31号买一大盒ice cream自己吃,礼拜四买subway roasted chicken,礼拜天去吃点心,猪肉粉,mcD,虽然被Biology折磨到不像人样,但还是活过来了~没有人会记得当时考试多烂,但是我会记得当时花钱花的多开心……哈哈。好怀念!没想到最糟糕最漫长的一年,竟然在2015年觉得以前蛮好过~~<br /><br />我知道2019年的我可能会怀念我大学summer有多好命可以放那么长的假,但以后的我也会忘记我现在考试背书多么stressed.药名dosage,frequency, contraindication,不背也无所谓吧!反正以后也是会查bnf!要命!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">为了考试,为了男生,一点一滴浪费我的青春-ing</div><br /><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-32607239404837216722014-12-24T11:46:00.000+08:002014-12-24T11:46:13.056+08:00去年前年圣诞夜都那么凄凉吗。圣诞夜自己倒数<br />圣诞节在家读书<br />跨年自己看时钟<br />新年自己孤零零<br /><br />没有想到会搞成这样。噢买尬。yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-86312041243717693442014-12-24T11:04:00.002+08:002014-12-24T11:04:49.085+08:00关在笼子里的狗每天就在等待主人和它玩的那半小时~过了半小时即使不愿意,主人离开了,它又要重新开始倒数下一次主人来和它玩的时候……主人很爱狗啊,无可否认,但他也有很多事情要忙,养宠物只是人生中其中一件事情~狗也有事情,但是就比较闲,狗也是要吃要睡要发呆,但是和主人玩却是它一天最开心的事情,最期待的事情。可是狗没有选择,主人要走也无法挽留他再多玩一下下,狗一直吠一直吠,其实只是很想念主人,很想和他玩~一开始主人会注意狗,但吠久了主人却觉得它最近很不乖,很吵~狗一辈子就这样,日复一日地在等待那半小时,每天无聊的过二十四个小时就只为了那半小时,它想无时无刻都得到主人的注意,但这是不可能的,到最后因为太忧郁,食欲太差,死掉了<br /><br />故事结尾太草率,烂透了。<br /><br />或者:到最后主人不要它了,收容所在十二天后把它送去安乐死<br />或者:到最后主人把它送给别人,新主人办公室在家,他每天呆在家上班,又让狗自由自在地住在家里,从此以后狗没有住狗笼,也随时可以找到主人,即使主人在忙,狗也可以静静地呆在他身边~<br /><br />哈哈,不太能写故事,写到好像小学三年级那样。想要写一些让人难过的故事,请不要告诉我读完后你笑了~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">唉,做狗也挺难过的。搞不懂为什么人要养宠物。</div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-79638333344742439742014-12-23T04:53:00.003+08:002014-12-23T04:53:58.165+08:00Life isn't a race.Still deciding whether I should get back to revision or slack on BuzzFeed.<br /><br />Haish. So competitive. stop comparing yourself with me lah, will you. The thing you have to learn is satisfy with your own choice, be confidence in your decision. You chose the modules, and when you see I'm swag-ing with mine, then you thought of changing yours. God bless you. I hope you burn.<br /><br />Haish, people are so judgemental. If it is someone unimportant, of course I've learned to not give a dump. but. BUT. getting myself judged by someone else's set of moral values made me turned into a bitchh, an unethical person. oh dear.<br /><br />I did not get a lot of encouragement when I have to spend my mom's money to go to a private college. I can still vividly remember the feeling was so awful. and I didn't expect I would get this feeling the second time. So shucks.<br /><br />I'm not sure how I should not feel negative about someone else's dad behaves more 'fatherly' than your dad, someone else's mom cares more about your life than your mom, someone else's sis support you more than your sis. and when people ask me how the hell did you end up with a guy age the same as your bro?<br /><br />Because I need some brotherly love.<br /><br />Sounds legit.<br /><br />#别让自己成为自己曾经讨厌的大人。<br /><br /><br />'I will be patient, I will grow more shells, to get myself through this harsh weather, hopefully I can hide from all these stupid words one day, and never let them find where I'm hiding.'<br /><br />'I belong to the world, I belong to the Earth, one day I will escape from your mouth and free my soul.'<br /><br />It's my first time living so far away from my family. and the fact that no one ask me 'when are you coming back' makes me feel so good. or more like the fact that no one scolded me for not going home. I hope it will stay that way for EVER. i will go home when I want to. Thanks darling.<br /><br />These people keep my dream strong. Maybe I should be more appreciative. Sarcasm intended.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpHqmsxynNk/VJiExPxrsgI/AAAAAAAACCA/mv6czgoG0-w/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpHqmsxynNk/VJiExPxrsgI/AAAAAAAACCA/mv6czgoG0-w/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: right;">I'm having a ME party tonight.</span></div><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-86288191855937753792014-11-15T13:04:00.001+08:002014-11-15T13:04:47.961+08:00Today is my baseball boy's birthday.偶像剧看太多。都教授。十六个不切实际的夏天。就是因为够不切实际,才好看。因为人生就很需要一些拍出来,看的到的想象。怎么好意思把我的白日梦都拍出来了。版权也没给。<br /><br />幸好人还可以发梦,发呆,想象一些有的没的,好的坏的,共同点是:都没发生过的。<br /><br />假贴心。假理智。不假一点也没有别的办法了。唉。本来就很不想mainstream的说,走投无路的时候没办法只好坚强咯。其实也没有很强,一天过一天。 <br /><br />事实和想象的真的有点。差别。一点。 <br /><br />没有想到来英国之前会发生那么多事,也没有想到时差真的有差。还是也许我们在马来西亚都很少联络,只是距离把事情放大,ok,其实也没什么。 <br /><br />我是可以过回以前subang时的生活啊。学校方面intec真的第一难适应,但生活上现在好像更难了。扎实的两年,还要是最期待的两年,难道还要我像以前用部落格倒数计时器吗。20months,18months, 14months.. <br /><br />真的很讨厌生气的眼泪,委屈的眼泪,无能为力的眼泪。 <br /><br />因为鼻子会塞住。 <br /><br />每次都要自己可怜自己,这样好像比较好过。虽然自己真的没有很可怜,但把自己想象成全世界最委屈的人,还是一定要的啊。谁比自己更贴心。 <br /><br />虽然时差把家里的人拉的蛮远的,但至少ah yang离我前所未有的近。美国不再是半个地球了,耶! <br /><br />慧倩说,‘一架飞机把她从你人生带走,另一架飞机把他带到你身边’ <br /><br />我无言,并不是因为我赞同,我无法反驳,只是觉得该发生的都发生了,只能好像小孩子抬头看着大人,乖乖被骂的样子站着,然后就象现在一样,一直在那边碎碎念。我还是很想念YEAR2的日子。幸好我们一起去过很多地方,很多吃喝玩乐看戏唱歌吃面~有时还真的不敢去回想那么仔细,人生好像不会因为想了这些变得多快乐。至少现在还不能说什么狗屁‘笑着回头’。他妈的。 <br /><br />去年九月十三,写了一封信给今年七月一号的自己。去年七月尾,被朋友放鸽子自己旅行,最后好像也释怀了。才过了一年半,好像很久以前的事一样。信里面写‘如果已经没有和育幼院的人联络也不要太难过’,因为这世界上好像没有什么人觉得守信用很重要,保持联络很重要。没有人觉得对不起不重要。朋友睡过头,妈妈忘记大过天,大家一句‘哎呀对不起’,‘哎呀很忙’,‘哎呀是我不对我笨我蠢’。又怎样,我每次都给很多机会,每次都要令人失望。竟然要以前的自己来安慰未来的自己。会不会有点forever alone到另一种境界。 <br /><br />我也不是小女生爱隐藏情绪,大家都知道,只是说到那句中听的,还是自己最会说。结果还是最爱自己。自己爱吃什么自己知道。自己想要什么礼物,自己最清楚。自己最会和自己撒娇,因为来到英国看到很多很美的东西,买到最后还是用自己的钱买。都是自己最快乐。为什么要虚伪的面对housemate.感觉我又回到我第一个月在intec的日子。 <br /><br />几十天,还是不习惯。我在等那一天,等我习惯了,就不会流泪。 <br /><br />其实当初为什么在intec人家那么开心我要那么伤心。明明就很好命中大奖,就是觉得自己很委屈在intec,明明可以和朋友在ky.现在明明在英国就很开心(其实也蛮开心),只是觉得为什么有她,过后没有她,有他,过后也没有他。有kyuem,过后又没有kyuem。妈咪当时说‘你现在就是怪我啦?早知道当初不要给你去kyuem.’ <br /><br />对呀,早知道就不要认识他们。有他们,过后又没有他们。有人,过后又自己一个人。本来想打’早知道怎样怎样‘,还是删掉了。因为好像真的回不去了耶。 <br /><br /><span style="text-align: right;">如果失望有巧克力口味,那我可以给多我自己一次机会。</span><br /><br />鼻子好像塞得蛮严重。<br /><br />拜。<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkh5C5bq23w/VGbec3GTYfI/AAAAAAAACBg/KlS45DBN-XQ/s1600/IMG_8833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkh5C5bq23w/VGbec3GTYfI/AAAAAAAACBg/KlS45DBN-XQ/s1600/IMG_8833.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">幸好我的脚还有伴。</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-17412414027677626522014-11-08T04:49:00.001+08:002014-11-08T04:49:58.599+08:00Tell me how do you annoy a person.so fucking beh tahan.<br /><br />Why on earth is there someone that <i>love</i> to copy one did? I've never ever met a person who likes to follow other's footstep THAT much.<br /><br />and.<br /><br />that person chose to follow ME that <i>loathe</i> copying. Genuine is flawless, basic bitches.<br /><br />ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />never will I say, 'because I see hers (me) very good, so I also buy the same.'<br /><br />fuck off. JUST FUCK. OFF.<br /><br />PLEASE GET YOUR HELL OUT OF MA LIFE MANN. im so emotional now I cant flipping calm down. Jeeeez!<br /><br />You know, seriously. whatever I do. whatever I eat. whatever my plan for summer is. Just WHAT-EVER!<br /><br />like your annoying nosy younger brother or sister who follows everywhere you do/go.luckily i'm the youngest. if not i will just flush him/her down the toilet. and I just follow my mom to everywhere. BAHHHH! STILL!!! aint not siblings we're talking!!!<br /><br />imagine. you get a job at xx hospital. the person say: 'oh good a? I also apply.' If you get a lunch deal 'wow. looks delicious.' the next day you will see the person munching your yesterday's lunch deal.<br /><br />I don't get the joy being one step <i>slower. </i>MF. just so offensively stupid.<br /><br />and I don't see the point sharing <i>my </i>awesome food and things with people whom I don't like, or love, not to say hate. And it really ticks me off deeeeeeep down when these people use my things without asking, telling me (asking is when I can say YES OR NO, im being generous; telling me is I must say OK BITCH) and the top annoying thing is: EAT MY FOOD. and the WORST, MY FAVOURITE MILO!<br /><br />babe, you just cant imagine the burning emotion in me. don't convince me by saying 'the person is just jealous.' or 'you're good that's why people do whatever you do.'<br /><br />not helping.<br /><br />the thing is. I hate I've something that is similar with someone when it is so obvious that the person is copying me.<br /><br />i'm not sure if <i>you</i> will be reading this. if yes. good. I just can't hint you enough to get the f out of your virtual brain. you could say 'what's the problem?' the problem is because IT IS YOU!!! pffft. and c'mon. it happens just too many times. so bloody annoying. too slow yo TOO SLOW!!!! please filter your question before you asked them. Use your brain as the filter. Clean filter once in awhile.<br /><br />hashtag amazongloves bicycle spinach america ikea parttimejob bread deepfriedchicken marinatesauces hotchocolate<br /><br />if you say 'then I will annoy you forever by copying you.' and imma say, 'enjoy being slow.'<br /><br />but slow people never understand the joy of being original and genuine. creatures lack of creativity. they don't get 'inspired',they just plain COPY.<br /><br /><br />BLAH. START ANOTHER RANT.<br /><br /><br />no. just joking. byeyying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-44944602001474616892014-11-05T00:13:00.001+08:002014-11-05T00:13:24.406+08:00No updates.That joy of getting 50 pounds into your bank account every week.<br /><br />HAHA. ka-ching ka-ching.<br /><br />虽然抱怨不会改变事实,我也没有想要世界为我而转,所以就给我抱怨一下吧。<br /><br />唉。<br /><br />maybe my blog is so lengthy and weird that my sis told me she lost interest in reading it.<br /><br />I should not say something that is so roll-eyes and 'pffft'. or I should do it privately. hmm.<br /><br />sorray.<br /><br />just wana say Hello.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I just want to live alone. No housemates. No questions.</div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-82246508669279918082014-11-03T08:30:00.001+08:002014-11-03T08:31:26.646+08:00how does nigahiga still get that many views when I don't watch his vids anymore.Ok. I'm joking.<br />Remember how I said that we don't really remember the details of the event happened in the past but the feeling of that incident? I don't really remember my summer before meeting him but of course I remember how I struggled in INtec. Alzheimer's I guess. I just don't really remember the recent past.<br /><br />I just remember I was almost as happy as I was without him. How was I so happy huh. I don't remember. I want to. Just a part of me wanted to go back in time, and I think I will choose the road not taken.<br /><br />No no, don't get me wrong, a big part of me still glad that all these happened. So far so good. So yeah. just a tiny bit of me went cray cray to think like that. People say it is an excuse to say 'I'm not ready.', but I think I really am not. *mweh*<br /><br />I just wana to be all lovey dovey and flirty, not like crying whole day missing someone. Not to this extent, but definitely dramatic enough for a person like me.<br /><br />Dear me & myself:<br />Start saving up and pray that you don't have to spend big bucks on things.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bb9fURTWsQ/VFbMJeIqVDI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Ss1s9kC55rA/s1600/IMG_8783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bb9fURTWsQ/VFbMJeIqVDI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Ss1s9kC55rA/s1600/IMG_8783.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Roses surprisingly smells like rose. amagad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(did I just kill the feeling in this photo. I'm sorry.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>If this doesn't work in the end,<br />please end it as soon as possible.<br />I won't blame the wasted emotions and all sorta effort.<br />Please don't waste my time.yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-80315595695637752082014-10-28T04:10:00.000+08:002014-10-28T04:10:20.457+08:00I actually miss bloggingPlease don't tell me you read my blog. DON'T.<br /><br />Shoutout to jie jie: 我也爱看偶像剧~i know the one you just watched is super duper nice, because it is far away from being realistic.<br /><br />I know I have to be bold. and strong. even to the people I love.<br /><br />I asked them to not come during december, because imma study for my exam. i canNOT kantoi anymore.<br /><br />I said we should not talk everyday. I'm busy cause I've studies and school work.<br /><br />I miss all my lovelies. I want to see them now, right now. I wish we could talk everyday like we used to. but sometimes I need to get my mind straight and say 'ok we gotta pause' haish. YOU THINK.<br /><br />I'm not too good at hearing the disappointment between the lines. I don't know how I got over my past, time just did it for me. maybe I need a few months to get used to this.<br /><br />(I just don't get why all girls can manja but I just cant, even I manja I couldnt get what I want. the f.)<br /><br /><br />Five passed eight. gotta go. 6hours. I think I can finish it by today.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5iuGQ8dI9g/VE6mFp51w7I/AAAAAAAACBA/upkWs9ew-1c/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5iuGQ8dI9g/VE6mFp51w7I/AAAAAAAACBA/upkWs9ew-1c/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much happiness.</div><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-49981535334372311662014-10-22T08:59:00.001+08:002014-10-22T08:59:23.055+08:00Handicapped. when talking about Fashion. I hope winter could burn some fats.Everytime I check out photos on Instagram/facebook, I wish I could be THAT one slim friend carrying pretty handbags with perfect fashion outfit. *lens move back to reality* I invest my 'resources' on kitchenware and groceries. Self-explanatory. Bye.<br /><br />For some reason I'm cooking glam dishes every day here to please myself; compared to the past Me living in semenyih, with those sad instant noodle with tasteless chicken breast. I wonder why. Is this a psychology problem lying deep down which I don't even aware of? like feeling lonely or feeling freed? Not sure. I don't go home too often even when I was in KL. No homesick until now. I'm sorry.<br /><br />Big breakfast. Mushroom chicken pasta. Fruit vege juices. pancakes. Tuna. Wraps. Toast. Homemade jam. I'm actually <i>living, </i>not just surviving. amagad.<br /><br />Four more days to 8 hours apart. Damn. or maybe it's a good thing.<br /><br />I'm staying up to Malaysia time 9am. 5 more minutes. but I think Malaysian are not punctual. Imma faint any moment from now. but I'm holdin on holdingggg onnnnn, I'm waiting.<br /><br />Geeez.<br /><br />If I could eat one thing for the rest of my life.<br />Maybe taiwanese pancakes or vietnamese rolls. or rendang.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WORKOUT ROCKTOBER. failed miserably. </div><br /><br /><br />yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-31762038408680091602014-10-17T05:22:00.002+08:002014-10-17T05:22:47.691+08:00What to wear on HalloweenCant even finish an episode of taiwanese talk show. and I HAVE TO sleeep. what in the world. life now. geeez. i HAVE TO sleep so that I can wake up earlier to do my work. HAVE TO. not want to. LORD LORD.<br /><br />I wana hide myself in a pumpkin and forever not come out.yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-15839813789688109352014-10-16T11:03:00.000+08:002014-10-16T11:03:17.895+08:00If chocolate could helpGod knows when I'm that desperate for 'free' time. like free FREEEEE. the moment i finish my assignments, exams, or whatever 'big thing'. I just don't want to go to sleep, i just want to stay awake, and use that little amount of time, to do what I've been longing to do. like registering for a Sainsbury loyalty card. forever loyal to Sainsbury's. <div><br /></div><div>So many things ran through my mind all these days. no holes for leak out. so I kept myself busy. to do list is like two thousand miles long. and I hope when I get 'em done, the things that bother me will disappear. i know what it is, i just don't want to think about it, we will see it when time comes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Days are not as happy as everyone thought it would be to me. like 'do you feel the <i>happily ever after</i> after getting a boyfie??' NO. 'do you miss him?' YES. and no. I just sometimes feel so pressured that now I've a fcking commitment. just like you don't brush your teeth until you're ready to NOT eat anything. THAT commitment to not eat anything after brushing. SAME.</div><div><br /></div><div>and endurance of getting disappointed. I felt the strongest ache in my heart in July. and I don't want to feel it 'once in awhile'. NO. aint a hobby yo. when you want to talk to him and he had to go out for breakkie. or when I'm eager to share my groceries photos and he is asleep. It's still not so bad now, at least he is still actively showing interest in all my stuff. at least he'd call me for maybe just ten minutes. I just can't spoil myself to that point when I become childish and selfish and annooying. I have to say whatever I have to say, but not necessary what I wanted to say. What if he soon got so impatient and leave. Or maybe I like to be dramatic and self-pity until I'm in tears, imagining I have the worst fate ever in this part of my life, like destined to be alone and I've gotta be so strong and independent so I could survive in this harsh world.</div><div><br /></div><div>One good thing about blogging is I don't have to re-read what I've just typed. No one bothered reading. except the future me. This is not like a report on Malaria which I have to read and read and read again to make sure my sentence makes sense. how good blogging is.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I have so much free time, I'd do my aussie video. But I'm busy. THEN YOU SAY PRIORITY. my fucking goodness. like editing is not my priority lah! how I wish I can leave all my degree work behind and edit all my lovely photos all day! Sometimes 'you're not busy, you're placing your priority' does not work in every damn situation. Sometimes responsibilities override priorities. I told ya this is a harsh world we're living in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Confession time: The argument in the paragraph above was actually a monolog, convo between a devil and an angel in me. or maybe just the sociable me and the emo me. not sure which dialog is from who.</div><div><br /></div><div>I shall start hardcore studying until I go skiing in France. To get good grades. as simple as that. I hope I don't get into any accident, I still have so many dreams to make it come true. IF i really die, or worse, become seriously ill, don't be sad or miss me too much. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't even remember when was the last time I miss someone until I tear up. So intense. Couldnt agree with pei shin more: Who cares how I celebrate my birthday. I don't even care. I don't want insincere wishes. I don't want to celebrate with acquaintances. I dont want anything except the thing I want. (so much sense, so much philosophy). SO much so I want a flower (trying not to be demanding to say sunflower), but I'd rather not have it, cause then I can self-pity, saying I don't even get a flower, and THEN i feel better. by self-pitying. or saying I just cut a tesco japanese sponge cake bought rm6 when tesco was closing on my 18th birthday. or saying I forgot how I celebrate my 20th birthday, like seriously, I forgot. (shit. how can I.) or saying 19th I was brought out by zi hao to a japanese buffet out of sympathy. but it was a lovely night. just some calm eating. 21st was a horrible one. nevermind. I keep repeating these in every of my blog so I could remind myself how sad I am but I think this make me actually feel better. How should we call this. reverse psychology? just sayin'</div><div><br /></div><div>coming back, I'm so afraid I will lose my love for solitary. I will become demanding. I will become clingy. More so, I'm more afraid that my irrational expectations (aka demands) couldnt be fulfilled (should not be in the first place), and no one would entertain me, no one could say nice words, no one would have time for me, no one cares anymore. by no one I mean the people I love. if I can be one thing, I will still choose rich and spoilt. With those I could spend my money to achieve things I wanted to, and to be spoilt just match the real me. I just want to manja all the time. I'm so afraid once I let the scary childish me out I couldnt cage it back. That's why it has all the time been the rational me looking after everything. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can type non-stop but I think I should sleep. I thank myself for reading until here (if the future me is reading). I love you the most. Don't die.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I will face this all myself. </div><div>'Everyday's a new day. -100 years.' </div></div><div>I still miss her so much now that even I know she might not miss me anymore I couldn't stop my tear rolling down.</div><div><br /></div><div>What's the emergency number when this kinda thing happens. At the end of the day, I'm my boyfriend. I'm here whenever I need myself. I can talk to myself the exact second I need myself. I'll forever love myself, protect myself, not let myself get hurt in anyway, keep myself away from any potential invisible 'hazard'. I love myself.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-12892464090048585562014-10-06T10:54:00.002+08:002014-10-06T10:54:35.681+08:00狗不会瘦,因为它不会思念偶尔还是会想念一下身边的每一个人,每天无时无刻在发呆,都在想事情,想以前的事,想以后的事,想不可能发生的事,时间一下就过掉了。<br /><br />有时还真的觉得自己很bitchy,明明就是可以好好相处,但就是要看人不顺眼。内心非常激动,表面冷静,然后就去找好朋友大骂!*breath in breath out* calm down yin ying.<br /><br />十二天真的一下子就过了啊。很多事来不及说,一直走来走去,跟旅行没什么两样啊。自从澳洲30/6,狂走了三个月,姐我终于可以停下来,慢,慢,做,事,情。慢慢吃,慢慢冲凉,慢慢读书,慢慢一直拖时间。然后东西一直做不完。开学就是要这种‘工作堆积如山’的感觉啊。<br /><br />还是很想念她。把照片贴出来好像一点帮助也没有。‘人会瘦,因为他思念着别人,人总是被思念折磨……’ 很喜欢交好朋友,但又很不喜欢有牵挂,你说女人是不是很矛盾。<br /><br />已经很久没写日记了,写了也不会重读,每次都只写开心的事,但后来却成为人生中最不开心的事之一。放我飞机的人,那个对我大小声的人,我到现在还是想狠狠瞪他三万六千四百五十七眼,谁叫他欺负我。<br /><br />出国念书也只不过如此啊。四年前渴望的今天,终于活到这天了。如果不是因为这四年,我应该会比现在要兴奋一百倍。但这四年,好像让我从十七岁变六十八~<br /><br />佩沁姐姐说<br />‘曾经 我以为没有了谁我会活不了<br />后来 才明白没有一个人会永远留在你身边<br />就算没有了谁 也需要坚强 习惯一个人生活’<br /><br />也许十四天太短,我还是觉得我单身,十二天就是做梦,所以我还没有想公开的意思,搞不好一下就梦醒了。总觉得姐姐~和我很像呵,想的东西也一样~我不期望谁对我好谁细心了谁买花给我谁十二点敲门送蛋糕了,我自己要的我自己可以满足我自己。这样说会不会太anti social~虽然都是一场好友,但也不是好好好朋友,我觉得这些场面戏可有可无,会不会太‘嫌命歪’?好啦,还是有小惊讶,人生难得的surprise,虽然之前有过一两次surprise的礼物,但十二点这种东西,以前一直在追求,但好像也没人理我,我自己也不care了。生日每年都有嘛。十八岁也不是窝在姐的宿舍,二十一岁窝在朋友的沙发,蛮可怜的啊。现在回想起来,二十一岁没庆祝就算了,还过得异常普通,会不会太夸张。今年还算是有记忆点,没想到还会有人会在意我这个小角色啊。生日这种东西,穷人非洲人身世不明的人,好像也没在过啊。但还是二十二岁了。可怕。<br /><br />二十一岁到底在干嘛了。疯狂旅行。翘课。爬山涉水三小时上长笛课。熬夜。读书。考试。。音乐节。没了……还真的没什么意义。<br /><br />说实在,谁在想什么要做什么梦想是什么我真的不care~就连我姐要干嘛的,买车买楼,我就说什么都ok,要钱可以先借你,即使她只是来找我问意见,我还是说‘钱可以借你’哈哈~不要说我姐了,我想怎样我好像也不care~<br /><br />谁没有谁是活不了的呢。才不到两天就不哭了。原来哭也是会烦的。怎么一直哭。神经病。哭饱了还不是要吃饭冲凉睡觉。做人还蛮可悲的。牵挂了还不是要继续自己一个人。a level那么难熬还不是要熬。也没那种命说‘老娘念不下去了,赔钱就赔钱~’ 在我的白日梦世界里,我早就远走高飞,被列入黑名单也无所谓,被开除国籍也无所谓,被良心责备说我拿了纳税人的钱一走了之也无所谓,我要呼吸自由没人认识我的空气~我想要白烂一辈子,即使过很节省的生活……<br /><br />唉。会不会这样也算太贪心。贪心就是不满于现状对不对。唉唉唉。如果叹气能让我知足一些我应该会时常叹气。但我觉得发白日梦好像比较开心。<br /><br />废话太多。也算是我这三个月来每天发呆想的事情之一吧。ps姐姐~~~我就知道我剩下你在这边了~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">也不是没有喜欢过别人,所以才选择自己一个人</div>yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526599937747222646.post-61448972317158965302014-09-09T04:42:00.003+08:002014-09-09T04:42:55.236+08:00one more thing12 days 20 hours. To meet him. WHY does time has to crawl so slowly. and (I knew) time will pass shit fast the moment I met him, before I realize, doom, back to reality.<br /><br />I just want to live this two years without missing someone too much. Too bitter. Too painful.yying Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351495174817279730noreply@blogger.com0