can't believe I miss him still......

Before the crazy week starts, our director from England office sent out an e-mail, and offer us a wonderful treats after the crazy week.

Yet, can't believe what's in my mind is...if I am with Mr. D (and if he is in HKG...), we can enjoy this wonderful treats together......what's wrong with me?

He was in my dream last night

Gosh...a dream of him made me feel so comfortable.......
what is going on with me?

Blackberry VS i phone?

Even most of the Hongkongness prefer i phone, For me, I always prefer Blackberry!

It's so much easier for me to check my e-mails for work and the small business I am running with friends!

And I finally understand why people can't get enough of their blackberry after using for more than one year......as I finally get a job which makes me busy, a blackberry helps me a lot for the small business ~ I can simply reply e-mail asap!

I can't imagine my life without my little blackberry after I left ArtMap : P

I have to make myself to believe.....

I have to make myself to believe everything with MR. D was a dream......

There were a lot of time I wanna get an air ticket and go to Australia to seek for him, to tell him I am sorry......but ......I am no longer as emotional as before, I know I must break my heart badly if I do this , and I don't think I can handle this crisis with my previous job, which was soooooo stressful!  

Australia is a beautiful place, yet, I never think that is a place I love to stay before 30, I want to see around the world, I need the speed, I need the excited and I need the challenge!

I have to make myself to believe ...... everything I had with Mr. D is only a dream......

What's the meaning of life.....

all in a suddenly, I am thinking , what's the meaning of life....

We wake up everyday, we go to school/ work...

find someone we love ...maybe we can find that, maybe we can't..

days after days.....

serious, what's the meaning of life?

when will my nighmare ends?

What is going on with me?
what is wrong with me?

Why am I not letting go ?
Why am I living in my memory?