Life Continues

I spent the last two days staying home and resting. I am still alive but feeling a bit weak. Nevertheless, I am back to work today.

And everyone believes I fainted because I didn't eat. No one believes I ate.

Hospital

Escape

Something is wrong.

There's one thought kept floating in mind.

I've been in Los Angeles for seven and a half years. This is long enough. I'm in need of adventure. I want to go a foreign city/ country to start over, just by myself, and be myself.

What Touches My Heart

I am tough in general but I cry a lot. Not because of being in stress or upset. Just my eyes are quite shallow, I get touch so easily. There're moments I can't handle, so I try to avoid as much as possible. One is farewell; another is getting appreciation from others at the ladder up.

I dropped my tear at work today.

I was on the phone with Rob and he said something touch my heart real deep. A simple "thank you" or appreciation meant so much to me. It is something you can't ask for and it is what makes my hard work and input worth.

I wish I'll be able to see my babies in person. Finger cross.

A Day in LA

I did an self guided architecture tour with Emilie yesterday afternoon. We went to Eames House, Schindler House and Walt Disney Concert Hall.

I'd been to Eames House and of course Walt Disney Concert Hall. I didn't spent much time at Eames House last time, but I think I prefer their furniture more than their architecture. It's just personal preference. I do like it's interior and landscaping. However, not so much the facade.

It's surprising that I'd never been to Schindler House. I just never made to that part of town.

Walt Disney Concert Hall is one of the architecture I trend to stop by whenever I went back to Downtown. Even I am not a fan of Frank Gehry. Not at all. But

I Thought I Knew

Work is kind of slow lately.

I want to work on a new project. But then I'll definitely miss construction administration. Oh well.

Do I know what I want? May be not. But I am sure I'll be just fine whichever direction I head toward. Just need to keep my head up. And keep smiling.

Collective Memories

I digged out my Miriam Yeung's CD.

I was once her fan. Not a crazy one but I remembered buying her CDs and listening to her songs when I was in high school and of course when I am in the States. But I haven’t heard her songs, neither the new nor old ones, in recent years, starting when I finished college.

Listening to her old songs recalled so much memories, it reminded each stage of life I went through.

No doubt she’s not the best singer but as she said before, if you like her, even she sang the wrong key, you'll still like her. This woman is amazing. Funny, wise, childish, mature, emotional yet professional. I admire her because she's being herself even she's in front of the audience, so true and real.