fuck off

心情乱糟糟
不要没事就好像要吵架
没有心情也没有空理你
不要看不起人
你也只是你老爸比较有钱罢了
你有个逼

后来

后来，我们去了很多地方，遇见了很多人，经历了万千个离别。
而我还是学不会怎样好好说再见。

attitude!!!

dun ever expect people to treat you nicely if you treat people like SHIT

jiayou

实习进入了第六周了
心情一直都不是很好
也许是自己的问题吧
总觉得还是国光好点
学生乖导师也对我好
现在我去上学的原因
只因为你
希望可以继续加油！！

加油吧

Nightmare(horrible hospital)

"i had that dream again.” I woke up in the middle of an empty street. The city around me, unrecognizable and dead. Skyscrapers stood rotting and falling apart. Cars parked near shattered walkways lay rusted. A sing building stood taller than all the rest. Its frame, untouched by time, stood tall and looming. It was just a regular building, yet I feared it with every fiber of my being. I looked upon it and thought: “Everything that is horrid and ugly in this existence lies within this building…” I don’t know why I thought (knew) this. Against my will I found myself walking toward the building. As I moved closer and closer I began to see the front of the entrance of the structure. There hung a sign above the entryway. It glared a foreboding neon red and simply read “Hospital”. When I saw this sign I laughed (sobbed). All I could think was: This is no place of healing; it’s a damn pit stop before you’re on your way to the pearly gates in the sky (the fires of hell). Hell, even the doctors that worked here wouldn’t be the kind, gentle healers we all know. They are cold, heartless, and uncaring: “Oh I’m sorry sir/mam, your loved one has fallen into a coma and we had to put him/her on life support. Of course, we later found out that your insurance won’t cover this so could you please let us pull the plug, you’re costing this hospital money.” Of course all of this was just my imagination. There are no people in that hospital, be they doctor or patient. No one could survive in that godforsaken place. My feet started moving again. I was horrified to find that I was moving closer and closer to the door: “Oh God, please no! Cut off my limbs, gauge out my eyes! ANYTHING! But don’t force me into this place” I screamed and raved in my head, but my legs would not obey me. I placed my hands on the handle and opened the door. Immediately, a foul stench filled my nostrils. It smelled like daisies and rotting flesh. The smell of someone trying to hide filth and taint under a blanket of cheap air freshener. I gagged and the inside of my stomach lurched. I managed to gain control of my legs and turned to leave as fast as I could. I stared in horror; the door was no longer there. I screamed…then stopped, a voice filtered into my head: “Hello, what’s your name? Are you here to visit me? I’m so lonely.” The voice was childlike and, if you didn’t pay attention to it, then it would almost seem pleasant. But I focused, my fear forced me to, and I heard the voice behind the voice. It sounded horrifying, like the screams of a thousand agonized and tortured souls all condensed into one sound. It was the sound of insanity. The voice spoke again: “Hello, are you going to visit me? I’m not far; just take the elevator to the 4th floor. I’m the only one there.” I hated this child’s (thing’s!) voice. It drove rusted nails into my ears and shards of glass straight into my mind. This child (monster!) is the reason this hospital (grave) felt so dead, so disgusting. But I lost control of my body once again. I moved to the elevators, the doors instantly opened. I stepped inside, the doors closed and for a moment my heart stopped. I looked to the elevator’s control panel. There was only one button. A floor button. The 4th floor. Ironic isn’t it; so many elevators skip the 4th floor but this one only went to the 4th My hand extended and my finger pushed the button. The elevator lurched and I could hear the wires above strain to carry their load. I feared the wires would snap and I would fall to my death (though in the back of my head I almost wished I would just fall so I wouldn’t have to face the patient of floor 4). The elevator moved slowly and I felt eternity pass me by before it halted to a stop with a recognizable “ding” (a death toll). The doors slid open and I stepped into the hallway. The air was cold here and it seemed that no one tried to hide the scent of decay here. The lights were dim and the paint on the walls was pealing. A cockroach scuttled into a hole in the wall only for a rat to follow a second later. The walls were bare and I could see no rooms. I turned to my left and began to walk down the hall. I came to a stop in front of the only door on this floor. I stared at the door; the plaque on it read “404". (to be continue……)

生病了~~

注意注意！ 前方五百里发现可疑物体！ “报~~~~” “报告将军！是咳嗽病菌！” “不用在意~如果什么小猫小狗我都在意，我不是很忙！” “报告将军！敌人空投十二吨的炸药” “报~~~~东城门沦陷！” “报~~~~西城门沦陷！” “报~~~~南城门沦陷！” “报~~~~北城门沦陷！” 病菌攻陷城池~~所以我又病了！！

� Protect her, fight for her, kiss her, love her, hold her, laugh with her. But don't make her fall, if you don't plan to catch her.

一个你会感动的故事~

最近看到好友的blog放了个名字
“你的笑容是我最爱的故事”
所以我也决定写一些让我很感动的故事
它的名字叫
“Feary Tales”
敬请期待……

jb的讲师~

今天8月29日
是我过得最damn的一天
早上被一个mf 的讲师搞到当场哭
jdg~
明明不是我的错，你凭什么骂我~
我老师没有空关我屁事啊
你定日期前并没有先和我confirm~
是你自己的错好不好~
凭什么骂我~
jb~


结果完全没有mood~
回到房间直接睡觉不想管他~
幸好jeejee带我出去~
不然我一定bad mood 一整天
所以我要说~

so wat~ i dun care~
有本事你就不要bersama~看是谁的错~

选择？？

来到这不是我自己选择的，我有后悔的机会吗？
不，我连后悔这种事都没有必要去考虑。
生活像个沉重的车轮，倾轧过去之后，
不能抹消的痕迹总是让人触目惊心，却只能继续向前，
即使封锁一切感官依然能够听到身后的路在塌陷，
生活里没有回去，只有回忆而已。
塌陷的路，塌陷的过去，塌陷的曾经……

我曾长久地停住脚步，妄想能后退就停滞不前，
可是当看到依赖的朋友也逐渐远离，交男朋友谈婚论嫁，甚至到生孩子 ，贷款买房请客送礼，拥有各自的家庭各自更独立的生活，
人变了，
面目不再那么熟悉，
世界也随着改变，
油然而生的孤独让我忽然慌张起来。
沉溺在自己世界的我，不愿意面对成年之后所有的问题。

谢谢有你们在

我在面对压力时的抗力是超低的
会彷徨会无助
当我压力时
也许某件事对他人来说是件小事，我都可以把它巨大化
这个星期过得不是很好
一直没得睡觉
没睡觉心情就不好
压力就super duper 大
幸好有一群朋友


谢谢你们在我彷徨时给我最直接的加油
这些人大概有 （很没良心的没去算）
jiyan的一句话，让我重新想过这条路既然选了就要走下去
ahling 和 gahsin 的支持
阿瑾，她比我忙很多很多很多，可是还是抽时间安慰我
ahdear，今天特地来我房间陪我，虽然她的practicum还没有完
那个远在中国的死党，半夜通宵的电话连什么脏话都出来了
还有很久很久不见的学姐陪我聊天虽然一大早被我早醒吓到
 还有一帮学记的挚友们～～他们讲了一句很没用可是很贴心的话 “不要怕！你的身后是我们”
感动到～～～一种境界


你们看了感动就好，不用跟我讲谢谢～～～哇哈哈哈～～～

过了就不再回来

我告诉你我很压力
你只说我太敏感
我说我很累
你说你没空
我说我很多事要做
你说我在找借口
是我们的世界不同
还是我们都没有认真为对方着想
很累的
我只能说我只是想找一丝的安慰
而你
不给
我想我们真的需要好好考虑了

happy ever after??

tat was smthg funny
i try n try n try
find a solution
solve d problem btwn us
but finally i gt d solution
i ady forgot wat d promblem is
no matter hw hard i try to recall it
but it jz like mist
i cnt c it clearly
i smile
i laugh
hw stupid we are
y we muz persistent smthg we'll be forgot
well~
we can forgot d problem d source of unhappiness
but y we cnt forget juz forget all d past n lets us live happy ever after????
yahh~~every fairy tale ends up v "they lived and were happy ever after"
but sorry to tel u tat~~
HEY!!DUDE!! pls face d fact d truth~~we live in a real world~~
no wizard no vampire no magic
nothg is suppose "happy ever after"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

空气中吻你的脸
我对天空说
我是真的爱你
可是
我喜欢的人
之后忘记了我

为什么～为什么～十万个为什么～～

lol~~为什么要写一年级的教学活动！！！！
学生太小懂的东西少，教难一点就听不懂
教太浅又觉得自己很白
天啊～～一年级很难搞定啊～～～
第一次写教学活动写到这么憋屈 

扛下去！！

每一次，一直告诉自己不要紧不要紧
什么都会过去的
可是留在心中的疙瘩真的会好吗
就好像拿着一把刀狠狠的在皮肤上留下深深的伤
伤好了，却也留下了白白的伤疤
伤是好了，留下的也是不可磨灭的
时刻提醒着“你是错的”！！！！
眼泪流得再多也没用，没人会同情的~
也许会告诉你“别想太多”
有用吗？？
他只是尽了自己的责任
所以早已学会不管有什么事，就告诉自己，告诉别人“没事，不要紧，我可以的”
鼓励自己，也顺便安慰自己， 就算有天大的悲伤也要打掉了牙，和血往肚子里咽。
自己的事还是要自己负责，别人所能给的帮助还是远远不够的。

说话的艺术

最近新的课程中，讲师说到了说话的艺术
一时间想起了很多事情
说话的艺术……第一次接触到应该是在当学记时吧
我们学记的说话艺术并不是理论上学一学，然后就忘记的那种
我们是一汗一泪，慢慢的亲身体验出来的

一句话，婉转的说出抑或是直白地说出
听者的感受也会随之改变

是学记教会我说话的艺术
曾经我们都是荷尔蒙过剩的少年， 青春期时的不愿输给人，讲话时很冲的口气，
这些却带给我们刻苦铭心的教训。
我们这群热血青年，不撞南墙不回头的个性，在短短的一年里磨练得圆滑世故
办活动、借场地、借音响、找营员时所遇到的尖酸刻薄不在话下，
我们懂得在很不爽时还能带着微笑 看着对方嘴上说着好~
老学记说，在心里诅咒完对方的祖宗十八代后，嘴上还是要说着：谢谢校长、谢谢这些那些的……

说得好，事情容易解决，不会得罪他人，朋友间不会存在着芥蒂
放眼时下的年轻人，尤其是小学生
那讲话的语气，讲话嚣张霸道，目无尊长 ，口若悬河
听了都想拿拖鞋拍他/她
可是想一想，我自己就真的做得很好吗？
不一定吧~  也许只是淡化，本质本心上还是一样的吧
我不高兴时，讲话还是一样不饶人，可也是对着熟悉的家人，
也只有面对他们我才能真正的展现自我吧。

伯躲=bodoh

there is sm1 telll me , u deserve a better  but wats pop up in my mind is " if there is a better choice, u think i wil hirau u? lolz←_←"

纠结啊！

yao,hhnbb要考试了要考试了,可是就是不想读书啊o>_