Vicky's Dear Diary

忘了多久没有通宵过，

高中时单纯炙热的情怀，虽然一年一度，不过窃喜着偷来的快乐

大学不知哪来的电能，可以一聊到天亮

 

现在

终于明白爸妈为什么可以十点睡觉，视熬夜为犯罪

 

because day by day

we learn to play on the safe side

never stray far from the sidewalk

 

 

进了mkt后，突然发现自己变得巨理性。也许是FCST看多了，alwayz feel the squeeze to forecast life as well.

 

舅舅在江边和我深谈一下午，要我FCST以后想要的生活模式，然后安排job和marriage；前辈教我FCST以后的职业生涯，告诉我每一步都要慎重；妈咪要我FCST in details和GG的人生大事。。。Forecast! Forecast! Forecast! 如果工作还可以用data作forecast的依据，那生活该拿什么来forecast呢？

 

明白大家的好心，事前充分的forecast是为了以后尽可能小的deviation。因为大家是爱我的，因为残酷的例子太多了。

 

但会怕太多“数据”掩盖了心里真正的声音，怕太多的辩论反而伤害了我爱的人们。Live for work，还是work for living，我早已选好了答案。

 

会继续forecast, 但希望forecast的是“幸福”，而forecast的过程是开心的。：）

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12月12日，12:00a.m., Starbucks, 北京路。

被采购拒绝review的我

with 花了3天时间做到晚上1点的ppt.

TMD，等我们做大做强了，我也要吃香的，喝辣的，拒你的review,挂你的电话！

 

发泄完毕。爽了！哈哈

前几天月黑风高的晚上，跟朋友去吃了“渝”什么“城”的川菜，一盆水煮鱼和5块糍ba后，灵感大发，和Cynthia即兴把《思念是一种病》翻译成了英文，给偶滴小博除除草吧。

 

Missing is a sickness

 

When you are on the journey, I’m on the way of missing you with no end.

 

We have lost the most important things while we have too little time to discover more.

All of a sudden, all has gone.

Why don’t we always believe we are right until we’ve made mistakes？

People said: C’est la vie

Try to feel, try to hold back tears,

But still can’t elude all the fuss.

Wouldn’t extravagantly hope that the world stops running.

I know it’s no use at all to escape.

Only these days, especially at night,

Precious memories come to me unrelentingly.

I think I’m suffering from a sickness, called missing.

And it is incurable.

 

When you are on the journey, I’m on the way of missing you with no end.

Always feel your breath beneath my ears,

Never feel the trembling in my heart.

 

Always neglect that people around need love and care,

Gradually distance has been pulled afar.

With no consciousness, no echo.

We are always complaining about things against our wishes,

But seldom do we look back on ourselves to see what stupid mistakes we’ve made.

Maybe it’s a trial given by the God,

Only it takes time to heal the wound.

Only I always think of the past,

Thing and people that had gone away,

And we will also stand aloof, becoming memories finally.

 

How long have you stopped murmuring ‘I love you’?

How long have you stopped hugging your love?

When the world fails to meet our expectations,

Love makes everything better.

I believe nothing is too late.

Get rid of all the fuss and buzz,

Don’t let sadness stand in your way.

The worst thing in the world is without words and actions.

Don’t let the pity go on..

It’s never too late.

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I'm suffering from a sickness, called missing.