My home

I've been musing over the word 'home' recently,
because I actually went home last week,
to a place i slept only once a month or even less.
it's hard to articulate all the elements that make a 'home'.

Since that i have grown up, my attachment for home
became less, I feel like home for me has changed a lot
over the past several years. I grew up there, after that
I went to take my degree, and live in a strange town
which is now another of my home.

I think home is the place that you felt most comfortable,
a place where you can lay your head after a long day of
work. A place that revive your strength after you feel
weak.

Although time has passed, although my home is not the
most well designed, most well painted, most well
decorated place, i still call it my home ^^
as there is where i found myself.

testing

今天，计划许久的韩国背包旅游
终于 在今日下午搞定了。

面壁思过

今天的心情有些白、有些乱、有些想睡
小学时 我学会成功的反义词是失败
长大后 我领会成功的相反并非失败
而是放弃。。。

一直以来 以为能够抵抗住任何会
造成我对设计的失去兴趣的因素
可是 今天我才发现
如果我为了满足某些人的要求
从中获胜
我会不会出卖自己的品味？
如果 我放弃
我能够坚持着那完美主义的思想么？

原来 人与人的竞争好可怕
其实本来就可怕
只是 我还没遇到 所以选择
不去理它

假，很假，这个世界太假。
真，很真，人做的戏太真。

做了那么多
最后得到利益的却是最会说话、
最会做戏的人
最会满足别人的人


人生最遥远的距离，不是相隔天涯海角，
而是当你站在镜子前面，望着镜中陌生的自已 ...
如果有一天 我为了成功
而失去了自己
我 还是我么？

<< 恋恋风尘 >>

在大便虫的blog 里
无意间听到恋恋风尘之后
就迷上了这首歌。。。

原来。。一首歌
曲调 歌词 混合一体
竟然会带来那么震撼的效果
至少对我来说是如此
还有还有便虫也有同感
我不算是怪人 呵呵

没想到便虫
为了看我哭
在打羽毛球时
居然用手机播这首歌
哎 幸好 他总算失败
我怎么可能在这种场合落泪啊

的确 从曲调旋律方面(除了歌词）
综合了不同的心情
纯纯的爱情、快乐的中学时代、年少的轻狂
原来。。我也经历不少
虽然一路上 有坎坷漫长的路、
也有单纯的直路
我都会怀念 与珍惜
成长中的点点滴滴。。。

离别

昨天从机场送朋友回来
已经晚上十一点了
机场里 人聚人散
离离合合 合合离离
朋友看来心情开朗
好像一点离别的悲伤都没有
我还是第一次见到

送了几次朋友
都是心酸酸的感觉
可是昨天我竟然也没什么feeling
是好事还是坏事？

离你出国的那一天很近
我还是不敢判断自己有多坚定
徘徊在送与不送之间
到底我能不能坦然面对
自己心底深处的涟漪

--物体

早上去上班
也不知道做些什么。。
到底有事做是否是幸福

晚上。。一直无法入眠
一定要弄到自己精疲力尽
才有法子闭上眼睛。
这种日子曾经经历了好久
我才能过回我简单的生活

是时候收拾心情
明天把新的设计做好
准备下一个挑战。

National Day??

30 August 2006 was the first time ever i broke my own record
to welcome the 49th Malaysia National Day.

The crowd sang and cheered as the clock strucked 12.
The moment we were waiting is not for Merdeka.
Instead, we were waiting the explosion of fireworks in the dark
velvet sky.

There is never a day i will remember myself as a person in this
country. Although i call myself a Malaysian for 23 long years.

As i know, many of my friends feel the same way too. Why is this
happening? Sad to say, many Malaysian Chinese has high expectation
which has been turned down.

Be it in a Scholarship applications, quotas, competitions... do we really
stand a place in this?

When will there be a day i look forward to celebrating our National Day?