child·ish (chīl'dĭsh)
1)Marked by or indicating a lack of maturity
2)Not complicated; simple

ma·ture [muh-toor, -tyoor, -choor, -chur]
1)fully developed in body or mind
2)to bring to full development

sometimes i wonder, is it better to mix with "matured-thinking" friends or to mix with "childish-thinking" friends.
but who can actually define matured or childish when you really enjoy the accompany you are with.
for me, in fact, i dislike those people who look down on others, too petty and take things for granted.
I am not a slave or a maid. i have my own thinking and don't ever try to change me.

I moved house today. Since the previous project failed, the company have no reason to pay for the rental for us. I have to move out of the unrenovated condo to some student hostel near the school. We(My partner and i) were told that we will not be sharing the room with other people(which means that we can occupy a 4 bed room). I was damn happy when i heard the news. The ideal dream school hostel consist of a PROPER toilet, heater, CUSHIONED-bed and of course clean. At least better than the unrenovated condo.

I am full of anticipation once i step out of the house. We cycled our way to the "new" hostel while my colleague drive our belongings. I am so excited that i saw females(hehe) walking out of the block. I went to park my bike at the multi-storey bicycle-park and went to carry my belongings to the room.

Soon i found out that there is no lift access to my floor but i am alright with that. I realised that there are decaying/rotten "fragrant" everywhere. As soon as my professor opened the door of my room, my dreams were smashed. The so-called bed was only made of wooden planks. Cigarette butt everywhere. The floor is full of 2CM THICK OF DUST. As i make my first step into the room, I saw a rubbish "hill" full of packet drinks, bottles, take-away food packets and of course those newspapers and tissue papers. This hill can be compared to Bukit Timah hill i guess. Oh fuck. I am damn tired because i slept at 3am and wake up at 8am. I went to take a short nap for around 1h. In Between my precious nap, i heard some noise coming from the door, sounds like somebody is opening the door.
"Wei! Ni men shi shui! Wei she me zai zhe li!" said some china fucking babaric man.
I quickly put on my shoes and walk towards them to find out the misunderstandings. They were the previous fuckers who lived in the room before us. They are back to take their "precious belonging", tourch light. HAHA. My room door can be opened by any strangers on the street i guess.
Then i went to take a shower. Great, no heater! somemore it is winter now. I didn't bother to use the soap and i quickly dry myself with a tower.
Now i am writing this post in the lab when my stuffs is in the room.
PERFECT LIVING STANDARD.

My friend often ask me whether is it cold in china now. Regardless of the temperature, if you have the company that u enjoy, you will still feel the warmth in your heart.
I have neither.
3more months to go.

Just then, i feel like singing some songs. =)


走在寒冷下雪的夜空
卖着火柴温饱我的梦
一步步冰冻一步步寂寞
人情寒冷冰冻我的手
一包火柴燃烧我的心
寒冷夜里挡不住前行
风刺我的脸
雪割我的口
拖着脚步还能走多久
有谁来买我的火柴
有谁将一根根希望全部点燃
有谁来买我的孤单
有谁来实现我想家的呼唤
每次点燃火柴微微光芒看到希望看到梦想看见天上的妈妈说话
她说你要勇敢你要坚强不要害怕不要慌张让你从此不必再流浪
每次点燃火柴微微光芒看到希望看到梦想看见天上的妈妈说话
她说你要勇敢你要坚强不要害怕不要慌张让你从此不必再流浪
妈妈牵着你的手回家
睡在温暖花开的天堂
天堂......
天堂......


=)