生病记

今天一早开始又发烧了，怎么了？
这几天一直发烧退烧~很辛苦~
又发热气~气坏我了~
过分！！！
可能最近淋雨，熬夜，开会~
辛苦死我了。。
今天我家男人下来，感觉有点怪，可能我生病了，所以奇怪~
这几天都镇的很忙~
忙工作，忙恋爱~忙朋友~忙忙忙~！！

♥ tired life + rush life ♥

izit in kl , every one also will be vy vy rush all the time ?
me are the one ...
die lol ~ haizz...

rushing my report ~
end here ~

Facebook 心情

ntg de  ~ all will be fine ~

时间

时间一分一秒的过去 ，很快离开学校已经快一年了
好想念，虽然读书没有工钱，但是，还是开心
 工作了，想开心都难，想没烦恼更难，想好好睡觉更加不可能！

我还很怀念与你一起的日子
我没有忘记你
我的部落到底放了多少次我和你的照片，真的是无数次
证明我还记得你，你呢？
你过得怎样？
宝宝怎样了？
健康 么？开心吗？









再过两天，我们见了。。
只能说期待~

歌曲心情

张芸京 - 好了

作曲:罗恩妮 作词:姚若龙

你的话 好像一根鱼刺
哽住我 暗暗渗出血丝
那瞬间 宇宙全都停止
回过神 一切 剩影子

我的爱 好像一圈铁丝
绑住我 该挣脱的理智
一直到 眼睛晾干为止
才转身 想开所有事

你道歉的电话 只让我难过
不要接就好了
快窒息的烦闷 却不想诉说
去兜风就变好了
这世界太多梦 都会被击落
勇敢才能快乐
有些伤 只为不舍得
我的伤 已经快好了

回忆像 烤太焦的土司
尝不出 曾多香多好吃
也许是 我不再是孩子
会决定 而不多解释

疼痛都好了 心酸都淡了
每天自我催眠 每天坚强一点
慢慢剥落 慢慢愈合

这首歌，能表达太多的自己的心情了~
这首歌陪伴了我，当我难过，哭泣，都是这首歌~
听了太多没关系，但是还是不能没关系~
学习成长吧~

是我了，找回自己

从25号10月起，我要活在我自己的世界，
我将会慢慢慢慢的走出你心里，我好累了
我的世界也开始渐渐会摆脱你，今天开始没什么反应了
开始懒惰看你的面字书了，我以为我很在意
但是从我哭了，烟弹回来，烟烫到自己
我的脑袋清醒了，渐渐让我觉得，我的世界可以没有你
或许就是时间吧，爱情是很难的
所以我也不想爱，之前我很确定我爱你
但是现在问回自己我爱你吗，我自己答不出
虽然还是希望我们的结局不是这样
但是，一次又一次的伤害，痛苦，可能这，我长大了

孩子气我有
大小姐脾气更有
但是这就是我，要改变我真的很难~
除非，我爱你爱到我可以戒烟
不然，真的很难
现在的我只需要朋友，烟，家人就足够了
你，要对我冷你就去吧~
我不介意了，低头太多，只会让你越来越得寸进尺，所以我不会再像今天这样
过了今天我会换新，会脱胎换骨
所以你爱怎样就怎样咯，我不想管就是了
可能你太爱气我了，现在我也没感觉了，所以As You Like
简单的爱情是我想要的，而不是抱着面子来谈恋爱，你喜欢，抱歉我不喜欢
你问我要分？我不是很想，因为这不是我想要得
说过认真，我就会很认真~
当我绝望的时候，那，我就会选择离开
当我开始对你不理不睬，冷言冷语，证明我的世界不需要你了
当然，我不希望这一天来临，如果你想，那你尽量让我绝望就好了
我想了解你，懂你，甚至爱你，但是你还没完全让我走进你的心理，所以我也选择了回头
就是我不想继续前进了~
这可能我变回原来的自己的时候~
第一天~
再过13天，我会变回原来的我~
加油~

Just Akimy

♥ 倒数4天 ♥

♥ 倒数4天♥
心情有点混乱，
害怕，不想你让我失望

担心，没话题，场面尴尬
开心，有你在
兴奋，有你的陪伴，没有距离
紧张，第一次约会
心情有点复杂，乱~

今天不知道又作么
这边撞那边撞~
气死！
开门，还没按，就开，结果撞头~
给车票，不知什么弄到手，红完去~

抽烟，烟弹回来~
喝汤，倒到自己~
我的妈丫 ~到底还有什么哦~！！
过分 ！！！
什么嘛~我笨也不用这样啊~
痛死我咩~生气~
人家已经很累了叻~
还要弄自己  伤痕累累，真的过分！！
生气！！不爽！！

爱与不爱你自己都不知道~
已经让我失望了~
我会选择不那么爱~
我会累~

我家的男人

==

this 2 days ~

这几天 真的 玩到 很颠 ~
因为少了些工作压力，完全释放～
可是今天要来了。。

星期四，我，番薯，哥哥，老婆一起去看童眼～
恐怖，其实我不怕，只是臭番薯坐我隔壁，她喊，吓死我了。。
恐怖，唉　～ 那边很多踢去，不懂为什么，老婆隔壁就有两个了。
哈哈，不错看的应该没有 几个吧~
那个番薯不懂是看戏还是看鞋子和蜻蜓~哈哈~
搞笑，老婆更可爱，说很喜欢和我看戏，因为我看戏一直关着眼睛==气死~
什么嘛，人家会怕，老婆又没有抱抱老公==
看完戏后，我们就去steven corner 咯~
累啊～

星期五，更爽~
去mist club 看到很多美女，但是没有帅哥~哈哈~
更好笑的是有个男的要和我跳舞，但是他全身汗，我怕怕~
肮脏~讨厌啦~
恐怖，后来，哥哥说原来我还有男生的市场~哈哈~不错咯～
差不多擅场时，来了位美女~她在舞台上跳舞，她坐下来就和我握手~
哈哈~不错~
原来她是日本妹，难怪那么美~
她来了马来西亚3年咯~住靠近我家~哈哈~
爽～交换了号码～不错～
下次可以见了～yummy 美女~
呵呵~

幸福是真的还是假的？？

其实幸福真的在我眼前吗？还是只是路过？
我不知道，感觉时有时没有，让我很矛盾，真的很矛盾。。
现在的爱情都没有长久的，爱情真的有天长？我并不同意～
因为你／我还没死前，这都不算老夫老妻～所以，感觉很恶劣～
到底我该继续还是放手？？矛盾！！
幸福简单的爱情真的有那么难吗？
人总是要成长的~
或许，自己告诉自己别爱一个人太深，不然伤的会是自己～
爱自己多点吧～
这样才对得起自己，和家人~朋友~
今天没什么想发表，头真的很痛，昨天都睡不好～
今天的节目可丰富了，哈哈，我们都 去看戏~
 童眼，我们来了。。。
今天就让我好好发泄！！！
=。=

生病＋心情不好

生病就生病，为什么还哭？
为什么为了一个什么关系都没有的人哭！！
值得？根本就不值得！！
眼睛蒙蒙，有点看不见
肚子痛痛，有点站不起来
头痛，有点想晕。。
颈项扭到，到现在还没好～
到底怎么了？？

你说的，我都听～
所以现在我就是要找新市场！！
如你所愿！！！！！！！！！！！

心情不好不写！！

终于哭了

终于哭了，我们多久没见了？
你记得吗？现在你怎样了？成为新生宝宝了吗？
你过得快乐吗？幸福吗？
天使有没有好好照顾你？恶魔有没有欺负你？
一切都还好吗？会黑吗？
会感到害怕么？
这么多年~你有想起我吗？
有想过你骗我吗？
你记得我们一起承诺过吗？你说过什么？
为什么到头来剩下我一个？为什么丢下我一个面对所有~
为什么你狠心？我真的不习惯~
不习惯没有你在我哭的时候借我肩膀
不习惯没有你在我哭的时候拿tissue给我
不习惯没有你在我哭的时候跳舞唱歌哄我笑
不习惯没有你在我吃东西时和我抢
不习惯没有你在我身边陪我度过所有
不习惯没有你陪我聊天到天亮
不习惯没有你陪我唱歌
不习惯没有你陪我喝酒
不习惯没有你陪我狂街
不习惯没有你的一切！！！！！
我生气自己为什么不把你好好留下，我想珍惜，来不及了~

抱歉，让你一个人走了。。
我会好好过，虽然哭过了，但是眼泪里有你，对不起。。。
我做不到，你离开那天，说过，不哭，但是我做不到~
每年今天，我想起你了，我哭了。。。
告诉你，最近有首歌叫（ 嫁妆 ） 这首歌喻为着我们~
我唱给你听了，你听见么？
我没用，少了你，我少了笑容，今年，是我最想你
你离开的时候，要我坚强，要我自己度过所有，不哭面对一切
我做不到，你生气我么？
我真的好想你，你知道么？
可不可以让时间从来？
能不能不要现在，要以前？
可以吗？可不可以？可不可以！！！
我想回到过去~我只要你回来~
好吗？
后悔当初，没有好好把你留下~
你到了天堂，要好好过~
知道么？
你还是我最好的朋友，一辈子的朋友~
知道吗？

笨蛋的我

从新遇上你，我变得笨蛋了。。
不知道为什么，见你两天了，你就想妈妈，我就像小孩。。
记得第一次，你帮我拿手提电脑，在车，你就帮我拿电话，拿香烟，拿touch n go ~
两天了，都是这样~
昨天回家路途，没有你的提醒，我真的笨去了~
什么都忘记了，连touch n go 也弄丢了~
还好，我有听听你说的~慢慢找，结果今天问保安人员~
他说有，在另一个保安身上~
呵呵~吓死我了~
哭了很久，很久，还是找不到～
你说不要哭，不要说自己笨，我听了，还是哭了～
所以，今天我知道自己还是笨蛋～但是。
总觉得奇怪。。
看到你有那么多宝贝，心里不爽去了～

另一个你，我生气你不吃东西
生气你伤害自己～
我很在意～
真的不知道为什么～
所以，不准伤害自己~
不然我会不开心~

心，很乱很乱。。
到底，我要的事什么“？
我乱！！
所以随其自然！！

=====================================
今年真的特别，竟然去了3次的九王爷~
其实不知道你们还记得吗，中4那年我们读的literature=short story...
looking for a rain god ~
不知道你们有印象吗，因为这就是九王爷~
故事情节是，请往下看～

It is lonely at the lands where the people go to plough. These lands are vast clearings in the bush, and the wild bush is lonely too. Nearly all the lands are within walking distance from the village. In some parts of the bush where the underground water is very near the surface, people made little rest camps for themselves and dug shallow wells to quench their thirst while on their journey to their own lands. They experienced all kinds of things once they left the village. They could rest at shady watering places full of lush tangled trees with delicate pale-gold and purple wild flowers springing up between soft green moss and the children could hunt around for wild figs and any berries that might be in season. But from 1958, a seven-year drought fell upon the land and even the watering places began to look as dismal as the dry open thorn-bush country; the leaves of the trees curled up and withered; the moss became dry and hard and, under the shade of the tangled trees, the ground turned a powdery black and white, because there was no rain. People said rather humorously that if you tried to catch the rain in a cup it would only fill a teaspoon. Towards the beginning of the seventh year of drought, the summer had become an anguish to live through. The air was so dry and moisture-free that it burned the skin. No one knew what to do to escape the heat and tragedy was in the air. At the beginning of that summer, a number of men just went out of their homes and hung themselves to death from trees. The majority of the people had lived off crops, but for two years past they had all returned from the lands with only their rolled-up skin blankets and cooking utensils. Only the charlatans, incanters, and witch-doctors made a pile of money during this time because people were always turning to them in desperation for little talismans and herbs to rub on the plough for the crops to grow and the rain to fall.

The rains were late that year. They came in early November, with a promise of good rain. It wasn't the full, steady downpour of the years of good rain, but thin, scanty, misty rain. It softened the earth and a rich growth of green things sprang up everywhere for the animals to eat. People were called to the village kgotla to hear the proclamation of the beginning of the ploughing season; they stirred themselves and whole families began to move off to the lands to plough.

The family of the old man, Mokgobja, were among those who left early for the lands. They had a donkey cart and piled everything onto it, Mokgobja - who was over seventy years old; two little girls, Neo and Boseyong; their mother Tiro and an unmarried sister, Nesta; and the father and supporter of the family, Ramadi, who drove the donkey cart. In the rush of the first hope of rain, the man, Ramadi, and the two women cleared the land of thorn-bush and then hedged their vast ploughing area with this same thorn-bush to protect the future crop from the goats they had brought along for milk. They cleared out and deepened the old well with its pool of muddy water and still in this light, misty rain, Ramadi inspanned two oxen and turned the earth over with a hand plough.

The land was ready and ploughed, waiting for the crops. At night, the earth was alive with insects singing and rustling about in search of food. But suddenly, by mid-November, the rain fled away; the rain-clouds fled away and left the sky bare. The sun danced dizzily in the sky, with a strange cruelty. Each day the land was covered in a haze of mist as the sun sucked up the last drop of moisture out of the earth. The family sat down in despair, waiting and waiting. Their hopes had run so high; the goats had started producing milk, which they had eagerly poured on their porridge, now they ate plain porridge with no milk. It was impossible to plant the corn, maize, pumpkin and water-melon seeds in the dry earth. They sat the whole day in the shadow of the huts and even stopped thinking, for the rain had fled away. Only the children, Neo and Boseyong, were quite happy in their little girl world. They carried on with their game of making house like their mother and chattered to each other in light, soft tones. They made children from sticks around which they tied rags and scolded them severely in an exact imitation of their own mother. Their voice could he heard scolding the day long: "You stupid thing, when I send you to draw water, why do you spill half of it out of the bucket!" "You stupid thing! Can't you mind the porridge-pot without letting the porridge burn!" And then they would beat the rag-dolls on their bottoms with severe expressions.

The adults paid no attention to this; they did not even hear the funny chatter; they sat waiting for rain; their nerves were stretched to breaking-point willing the rain to fall out of the sky. Nothing was important, beyond that. All their animals had been sold during the bad years to purchase food, and of all their herd only two goats were left. It was the women of the family who finally broke down under the strain of waiting for rain. It was really the two women who caused the death of the little girls. Each night they started a weird, high-pitched wailing that began on a low, mournful note and whipped up to a frenzy. Then they would stamp their feet and shout as though they had lost their heads. The men sat quiet and self-controlled; it was important for men to maintain their self-control at all times but their nerve was breaking too. They knew the women were haunted by the starvation of the coming year.
Finally, an ancient memory stirred in the old man, Mokgobja. When he was very young and the customs of the ancestors still ruled the land, he had been witness to a rain-making ceremony. And he came alive a little struggling to recall the details which had been buried by years and years of prayer in a Christian church. As soon as the mists cleared a little, he began consulting in whispers with his youngest son, Ramadi. There was, he said, a certain rain god who accepted only the sacrifice of the bodies of children. Then the rain would fall, then the crops would grow, he said. He explained the ritual and as lie talked, his memory became a conviction and he began to talk with unshakeable authority. Ramadi's nerves were smashed by the wailing of the women and soon the two men began whispering with the two women. The children continued their game: "You stupid thing! How could you have lost the money on the way to the shop! You must have keen playing again!"
After it was all over and the bodies of the two little girls had been spread across the land, the rain did not fall. Instead, there was a deathly silence at night and the devouring heat of the sun by day. A terror, extreme and deep, overwhelmed the whole family. They packed, rolling up their skin blankets and pots, and fled back to the village.

People in the village soon noted the absence of the two little girls. They had died at the lands and were buried there, the family said. But people noted their ashen, terror- stricken faces and a murmur arose. What had killed the children, they wanted to know? And the family replied that they had just died. And people said amongst themselves that it was strange that the two deaths had occurred at the same time. And there was a feeling of great unease at the unnatural looks of the family. Soon the police came around. The family told them the same story of death and burial at the lands. They did not know what the children had died of. So the police asked to see the graves. At this, the mother of the children broke down and told everything.
Throughout that terrible summer, the story of the children hung like a dark cloud of sorrow over the village and the sorrow was not assuaged when the old man and Ramadi were sentenced to death for ritual murder. All they had on the statute books was that tribal murder was against the law and must be stamped out with the death penalty. The subtle story of strain and starvation and breakdown was inadmissible evidence at court; but all the people who lived off crops knew in their hearts that only a hair's breadth had saved them from sharing a fate similar to that of the Mokgobja family. They could have killed something to make the rain fall.



所以为什么每一年我都不会缺席九王爷，因为他们真的很伟大~
值得我们崇拜~
虽然每一次听到鞭子的声音都很怕，但是，还是坚持。。。
因为我爱九王爷~

好想哭的一天~

今天，真的好想哭，不知道为什么，今天起床了，看见信息，真的崩溃！
眼泪在眼角根本不知道要留还是停止~今天，我想X你~
但是我，该怎么办？


出去下。。。
回来待续　

证据 ~

为什么人做错了，不认　
还要说什么证据～
你知道无聊么？
那个不错的事实来分享～

一个人，会随便把fb / blog 的密码给别人吗？
10个10个都不会，就算会，那个人一定对你很重要。。
如果你知道了她把所有重要的东西换了，你是不是会找他理论？
你知道了，你是不是会要求还回原状？你是否会马上做？
但是就是因为根本就是假的~所以你什么都没说~
你知道吗？你很无聊~你让我更讨厌你罢了~
所以，你骗人也不成功~


今天，和一个人聊了下，感觉我们很像 ~
你啊，不能纹身啦~虽然我有，但是我不喜欢咯 ~
还有，别想太多了，可以吗？
可以答应我，别让自己不开心么？
所有事情都会很好，你会遇到好的~

看过来~ 老婆，番薯，坦克~

被伤过的心还可以爱谁
没人心疼的滋味

我给你的爱 已经被掩埋

我舍不得这样放开

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人来陪的滋味

你的爱不在 我一片空白

爱真的让人好无奈 好无奈

曾经给你的真心 却被你抛弃

若承诺对你来说 是一种对错的结果

那么为什么 我却一错再错

很失落 你的泪不是为我而坠落

再给我一次认真 爱我的眼神

若誓言对你来说 是一次冲动的过错

那么为什么 我却一再沦落

很难过 该不该离开才是种解脱

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人心疼的滋味

我给你的爱 已经被掩埋

我舍不得这样放开

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人来陪的滋味

你的爱不在 我一片空白

爱真的让人好无奈 好无奈

再给我一次认真 爱我的眼神

若誓言对你来说 是一次冲动的过错

那么为什么 我却一再沦落

很难过 该不该离开才是种解脱

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人心疼的滋味

我给你的爱 已经被掩埋

我舍不得这样放开

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人来陪的滋味

你的爱不在 我一片空白

爱真的让人好无奈 好无奈

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人心疼的滋味

我给你的爱 已经被掩埋

我舍不得这样放开

被伤过的心还可以爱谁

没人来陪的滋味

你的爱不在 我一片空白

爱真的让人好无奈 好无奈


最近常常反复听着这些歌曲，觉得意思有在，所以就post了上来，
可能工作压力大，所以感觉自己没那么健康了，因为最近都迟睡早醒，可能就是这样，
连用餐时间都过了，胃又来作怪了，真的气死我了，每当工作压力大时，你就是这么不停话
要让我病倒才爽的咯。。
可是最近都能常常见到老婆，不错下拉~
还好有老婆陪在我身边，老婆老婆，你要负责任，知道吗？
老公的第一次给了老婆叻~
所以，每当老公需要水烟时，老婆一定要出现哦~
好吗？我家的女人~呵呵~

下个星期才去看童眼，这个星期真的都没有空~
下个星期，如果番薯愿意多留一天，这样我就可以去夜店了，距离上次，应该1个多月没去了
所以，番薯阿番薯，你不要当扫兴那个咯~
所以下个星期，我要每天都出了，我需要放松自己。。
其实有好多心事，但是不知道能和谁说，昨天番薯说了，等她下来，告诉她~
没问题，但是番薯阿，你不要嫌弃我长气咯~
不开心的人是这样的~

今天去sunway 和Srace 喝茶，然后去密坦克，她回来了，期待见他的orange 哈哈~
他说带了朋友来，还要著名是踢~好笑咯~
希望今天的所有约会，都可以让我把压力都掉~

最近。。。

最近的预约真的很满 ~
哈哈～虽然很累，但是我总觉得开心。。
每一天都收到一些无聊的信息～闷！
看到都觉得自己笨　～！白痴！还好，我聪明，不想自己受伤害～
哈哈，真的不明白为什么有些人喜欢说用时间证明，但是却做了一些根本不能证明的东西。。
无聊！！讨厌！！看到你都想晕！！

今天和老婆单独出去约会～
开心，老婆把老公的第一次拿了。。
那就是＝＝。。



水烟！！！哈哈。。爱上了水烟。。。
真的爱上了。
哈哈。。
谢谢老婆。。
明天还是一样！！
耶　～单身还是可以很开心，可以做想做的事 ~
还有，ｍａｒｋｅｔ也多了～
所以，单身万岁！！

1 is better than 2 ~

Starting my new life..
hey , buddy , im long time dint post my life here..
but im back....
now , for me i think 1 is better den 2 ...
cause no need get many trouble , no need get hurt and lie ...
thats y i choose 1....

act , im my mind...really have a question...
that is y thoose ppl love to edit pic ?
is got any reason  ?
i so blurr...y make till real ppl not same with pic ?
this is call 照片，izit 照着你来骗。。？
searhing for this ans,, who can ans me ?

当我不爱了。。

李玖哲 - 不爱了




你的不快乐 在心裡瀰漫著

我们怎麼了



是什麼在伤害著 让美好都遗忘了

你是背对的 我是沉默的



我只好假装 我已不爱了

催眠自己我们不适合

我放开你了 我已不爱了

说一个谎在离别时刻

就当作最后是我不爱了

关上门以后 就算爱你又如何



你快不快乐 过得是否好呢

我这样想著

你在爱谁呢 谁在想你呢



是什麼在反覆著 让回忆都翻起了

你是遥远的 我是孤独的



我只好假装 我已不爱了

催眠自己我们不适合

我放开你了 我已不爱了

说一个谎在离别时刻

就当作最后是我不爱了

关上门以后 就算爱你又如何

是什麼在伤害著 让美好都遗忘了

你是背对的 我是沉默的



我只好假装 我已不爱了

催眠自己我们不适合

我放开你了 我已不爱了

说一个谎在离别时刻

就当作最后是我不爱了

关上门以后 就算爱你又如何

最近的AKIMY LUII

最近真的发生很多不开心的事,我的天啊!救命!!
钱包被抢,而且还不是自己拿在手上的,算了吧...
钱,电话不是重要,但是里面的记忆已经回不来了
当朋友问的时候,他们都问,有没有心痛,新的电话不见了,我竟然说不,只是里面的一切照片,和大头贴没有了,他们都以为我傻了,不是我傻,只是钱财身外物...
有些记忆是回不来了......
心,还是会痛,但怎样?东西可以买,但回忆?
可不可以买回?
哭过就算~

新生活来了～
来了沙登，感觉不错，虽然娱乐不多，但是友情可见．．．
够了．．．不需要多．．．
时间，能改变一切，．．