最近天秤的朋友陆续生日，在这里一并祝了。。

不知为何，和天秤十分有缘，尽管自己是个并不典型的魔羯，每次遇到新朋友聊得十分投机，总是会猜测是否又是个秤子。而每每印证了，也总是兴奋的让对方奇怪。不得不承认，这是个对我有吸引力的星座，都说天秤养眼，其实更让人心动的是他们那种与生俱来的亲和力，我不是个喜欢主动的人，但只要有天秤在场，拘束感总是会慢慢消失，让我回到自己最舒服的状态。

 

喜欢跟天秤说话，因为他们内股拿事儿不当事儿的劲头，会让你释然，不管你心里有多大的结。他们仿佛都长不大，或者骨子里在拒绝长大，不是每个人都可以做到，眼睛里永远一股纯净，但天秤可以。

喜欢跟他们分享秘密，那份善解人意让女生可以瞬间亲如姐妹，男生。。。。很危险的来电。

 

低沉的时候，天秤通常不会陪你买醉，他们习惯传播快乐，但其实煽起情来，绝对的让你难以抵挡。

开心的时候，天秤也一定是最好的玩伴，让兴奋达到顶点，搞怪和高潮是他们的强项。

 

有的时候天秤会突然情绪化，一份无辜的伤感很容易触动你心里最柔弱的地方。

有的时候也会偏执任性，并有一种超能力让身边的人都认为这才叫真性情而非无理取闹

。。。。

 

亲爱的秤子们，不管我能不能够着你们，说一声生日快乐。LiX.Lu, BB,G, drin,丫头，弟弟,Joy,Caro,Sra,TJ, Jane.....

 

吹蜡烛的时候，别忘了许个愿，跟胡桃做一辈子朋友。

 

 

 

Sorry can not make it this week, happy birthday Oct Babies!

miss u so much.besides, could anyone tell me who is the superstar S mentioned?

毕业之后第一次见大家，都漂亮了不少，不熬图了就是不一样啊。是不是？

                           joy不配合显得我十分的dia~~~

                                              来张集体的

 

十分喜欢内张为我们拼的大长桌子，食物就不说了。。。。通常不对西餐味道做评价。

Here is an open letter by Annie Choi called " archtiects, i am sick of your shit"

我很喜欢，因为确实写出了一些人自以为是与众不同清高自傲动辄大谈艺术哲学的样儿，生活里有点儿别的事儿行么？画画盖房子是一项为人民服务的工作，连钉子都钉不直，就别什么都扯艺术，更别把不梳头洗脸换衣服当时尚。no offence, 贴在这里，为时刻检查自己以及共勉。

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.
This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey.

Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do care about:

* burritos
* hedgehogs
* coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.

Perhaps if you didn’t talk about it so much, I would be more interested. When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer. She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch. I know malls.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren’t you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. I haven’t slept in a week. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the measure of how hard you’ve worked and how much you’ve accomplished is not related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is a famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas.

Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry? Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I choose?

I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don’t know how to spell subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.

I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey. See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.

So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some European you’ve never met who designed a building you will never see because you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that day doesn’t arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi

Victoria market，和往常一样，我拎着大包小袋，拖着两只手已经被菜篮子勒出红印的狼狈样子，转眼看到铺满小花的摊位，像疏菜一样摆了一大片，十分喜人，心里突然轻松起来，记忆中很久没买过花，更是太久没收到过花了。买了白色，已经不是红色和粉色的年纪。。。摊主给了一块钱折扣，笑着说给pretty lady，鬼佬嘴巴甜是强项，说他虚伪也罢，会做生意也好，毕竟是能博人一笑的。

 

每天清晨，画一次彩妆，换一对耳环，哼一支歌，接过一张每次都置之不理的路人的传单，在地铁口弹吉他的男孩儿面前放一块钱。。。。。给自己一个微笑的理由，于是每一天都会因此而不同。