I hate control freak. Whenever there are someone who wants me to do something, I call them control freak. They are annoying, aren't they? -- Why the hell do they care what I want to do anyway?
Obviously dnn knows this. He even remarked once: you are an anti-control freak. Whatever others say to you, you will surely act to the contrary, even when the others just wanted to care for me. This is a typical conversation between us.
me: I am so hungry. I am starved.
dnn: Go cook something! Find something to eat!
me: NO!
Friday, September 23, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
没头脑和不高兴
以前沙和尚高兴的时候,喜欢抓着我的手左右乱挥,有一次挥到门框上,我的手给碰出血,从此他再不敢这样做。
我们去买家具,沙和尚也是很兴奋的在show room里走来走去,忽然听到一声响,不知道他怎么就把一张餐桌的桌面给搞下来了。#·¥·%·#·%
前两天我在bookstore看到一个coffee mug,上面写着大字-- troublemaker。我迫不及待的买下来送给沙和尚做礼物。
我刚搬家来东部的时候,天气热得很,我每天都很烦躁。经常抱怨:me not liky。沙和尚说,you are so hard to please。
我回答,because someone always wants to please me。
我们去买家具,沙和尚也是很兴奋的在show room里走来走去,忽然听到一声响,不知道他怎么就把一张餐桌的桌面给搞下来了。#·¥·%·#·%
前两天我在bookstore看到一个coffee mug,上面写着大字-- troublemaker。我迫不及待的买下来送给沙和尚做礼物。
我刚搬家来东部的时候,天气热得很,我每天都很烦躁。经常抱怨:me not liky。沙和尚说,you are so hard to please。
我回答,because someone always wants to please me。
Saturday, September 17, 2005
My typical weekend life
Friday: happy, pick up dnn from the train station, relax, there is a loooooooooooooooong weekend ahead.
Saturday: watch cartoon, do laundry, idle, work a bit.
Sunday: Feel guilty, weekend almost passed and no work done, anxious, bad temper, dnn is scared and keep away from me.
Saturday: watch cartoon, do laundry, idle, work a bit.
Sunday: Feel guilty, weekend almost passed and no work done, anxious, bad temper, dnn is scared and keep away from me.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Life is tough
I know I should be optimistic and always consider challenge as a fun game and battle with it. Then why do I always worry about it? I am afraid of failure. I am so scared that I would fail to such an extent that I even want to give up. I know, this thought is so shameful. And worrying does not help at all. So just stop thinking about it, and do the job.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)