不要太执着

凡事尽力就好。。。
有努力过就好。。。

不要太过执着于你应该得到多好、多妙的成绩。。。
毕竟事在人为。。。
凡事都不会十全十美的。。。

即时真的让你拿到最好的成绩又怎样。。。
死后能一起带进棺材里吗？！

自然就好。。。
满足于现况。。。

我的样子

以前。。。
有个朋友。。。
看着我的眼皮。。。
说做么你的眼皮有时单眼皮、有时双眼皮的。。。

=.=
我哪里知道嘞~



过后。。。
另一个朋友。。。
说我做么会酱瘦。。。
ta抓着我的手。。。
慢慢往上抓。。。
从手腕直到。。。

ta握着我的手臂。。。
ta突然吓了一跳。。。
说我酱瘦为何我的手臂会酱大。。。
怎么会有muscle的。。。

zzz。。。
我打球的嘛~



后来。。。
另外一个朋友。。。
看着我的眼球
说我的眼球是coco色（褐色）。。。

我。。。
傻掉。。。

hot!!!

天气sibeh hot!!!
听说某某地方又在烧什么东东了。。。

结果，
烟霾又在卷土重来。。。

就这样。。。
晚上，
我又热到睡不着了。。。

每年都烧。。。
每年都有烟霾。。。
他们烧、我们受苦。。。
健康都亮红灯了。。。

地球都生病了。。。
他们还在那边死命烧。。。
为何那大火不烧死那些纵火者？？？

鼻子

很想把鼻子换掉。。。
不是因为它不够挺还是不是鹰钩鼻什么的。。。
是因为它太敏感了。。。

嗅到洗衣粉、洗衣液、漂白剂等的味道。。。
就狂打喷嚏、流鼻水。。。
嗅到刺鼻的香水味。。。
也狂打喷嚏、流鼻水。。。
还有一些unknown的化学成分。。。
也会让我的鼻子很敏感。。。

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be. 

starry starry nite

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land. 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now. 

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now. 

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you. 

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... 

浪费钱！！！

请不要花那些钱去做无谓的美化。。。
请把那些钱投资在facilities上。。。
简单来说：请把钱花在对的地方，适用的地方！！！

好好的东西拆了重建。。。
是。。。
看起来比之前那个漂亮很多。。。

可是。。。
那些有用的。。。
要用的。。。
经常用的。。。
坏了。。。
你却不维修。。。（有无搞错啊？！）

结果。。。
就只有外在美，
里面就。。。。。。

失败

觉得自己很失败。。。
在每一方面都很失败。。。
我的人生也很失败。。。

farewell~~~

random photo(trip)