上健身房, 做瑜珈, 吃喝, 上教會, 上班, 家庭聚會, 人生就這樣轉著轉著。

時間一點一點流逝著。我感到既焦急, 又失落。

生活, 到底是為了甚麼?


我好像, 再找不到自己的根。

It's been a year. This is still my secret wonderland. Everybody is now clicking "like"on Facebook.

I still remember Jacky said that ,'she claim herself a writer, yet all she write is her blog entry.'

Now, I am simply uploading pictures and writing caption. Can I still claim myself as a writer?

letter Part1

when i was young, i dreamt to be a typist.

sounds boring?

yes, i was a 100% nerd.

i loved the sound of it. Whenever i saw people type i feel as if they were playing piano.

tick tick tick tart tart tart...

no pitch but there is rhythm in it.

sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes she pauses to think.

after each line she has to slide that thing from the right the left, or from the left to the right.

i love the smoothness of the sound.

it gives a sense of achievement,

an indication of the end of something and the start of something new.

* * *

Olympia Hotel, Zurich~

it is a homey one. opposite to coop supermarket which keeps u from hunger.

if u are looking for something fancy, u may not be tempted.

but if u are like us- a student and a waitress with their backpacks- do give it a try!

it won't disappoint u, especially when the price is 120 euros a night for 2.

In midnight while u are very hungry,

go downstairs to the little bar and if Andrea is on duty,

i am sure u'll be treated a whole bowl of chocolate and a cup of decent hot chocolate.

yes a decent one as Andrea insisted, 'it is best if u pour hot milk in it, not water.'

it is business class standard. (and most of the time in business class we put hot water.)

Andrea will be happy to forget asking u to pay if u talk about films with him

to be precise, u listen him talk about films.

he has a unique sense of humour and a strong opinion to Bollywood.

"u must be brain death or nearly brain death to watch one. when someone die in the film people cry for 1 hour and suddenly start dancing for another hour."

yet, he is patient enough to finish 3 of them.

1) my new xanga bg music (www.xanga.com/halocarol)

 is produced by yinson (my most adorable friend),

so as my bg pic. 

u can see that i am very lack of visual and audio source.

however, for the profile pic i did make it myself. 
(guess u can tell by the very naive strokes.)

2) gosh! i suffered from mild sleeping and eating disorder.

flipping page after page on the net... for how many hours?

i don't remember.
at least i dig out this------- 

i am so addicted to you, madam.

my eyes hurt, i think i'd better unplug the computer IMMEDIATELY.

my flight attendant training school

on the last day when my trainers said "see you in the sky!", I cried.

I used to think they are bitches.

They were like, 

"Carol, you just look ugly without the eye shadow.

...Mind the way you walk! would you please go out and walk back in again?

...SMILE! if you don't like to smile, this job is not suitable for you!

...What's wrong with your hair?

...There's a sticker under your shoe!

...I will let all the trainers know you are late today!

...Did you put on your perfume?

...Your hands are too dry..."

on the last days i know those were all acting. 

they're playing harsh in order to fit us in the job as quick as possible. 

on the day i decided to take this job, i also cried, 
because so many of my friends are working in Central, 

with a Bright Bright career path ahead.
and i end up in the service industry. i felt so lost.

i was silly.
yes, i collect dirty trays and i clean the toilet. 
but i am also the one using the fire extinguisher, the bandage, 

the handcuff and the diplomatic strategies.

so i am carol the cleaner, the waitress, the nurse,

the firefighter, the policewoman and the diplomat at the same time.

whatever my role is, i will play it professionally.
with this in mind i will be proud and humble all the way through.
after 5 weeks i am in love with this industry, 
there are so many great people working here.
i love the tasks, i love traveling,
and i know this passion will bring me forward. 

a sleepless night with headache

2 things worth to be remembered

1) the violin solo in seabear's teenage kicks

2)a quote from jessica william's blog “Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole: by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived, can feed love. But anything will feed hate.'

men always talk about making love and women talk about searching for love. thank u. i finally read something about creating love.