熬夜对女人不好，众人如是说。可是我总也改不了这“毛病”。
今天起的早，忙完家务活，吃完早饭，坐在电脑前就感觉到头晕。于是在沙发上躺下，没想到一睡就是2个钟头。醒来时已经是午饭时间了。午睡是不能省的。午饭之后又是一顿好睡，直到下午工作的开始。然后是现在，凌晨1点多钟，我依然在敲键盘...
明天大概会有黑眼圈吧。不管这些了，写作的冲动战胜了对黑眼圈的恐惧（其实没有那么大的恐惧。一直认为，成为智慧型的女人之前，必定得小小地牺牲一下容貌）。
有时候，熬夜是不得已而为之。为了工作抱佛脚，最高记录是整晚上未曾合眼休息。忙着交差的日子自然顾不上自己的容颜了－－毕竟饭碗重要的多呢。
其实我喜欢熬夜，原因之一，是因为白天总有干扰，洗衣做饭，吃喝拉撒，电话来访，等等诸如此类，而到了晚上，夜深人静之时，除了枕边均匀的呼吸声，我就完全沉浸在键盘的敲击声当中了。这时，效率总是出奇地高。（今晚写了三篇博，便是一例）
此外，也会因为懒惰而熬夜。有时候，我懒得出奇。不想移动，不想关掉电视，不想去洗澡，..总之，就维持现状（说是姿势也可以）。于是，时间呼呼地转，而我却懒得动弹，直至深夜，不得不歇着了。别人是和时间赛跑，我却任时间飞逝，无动于衷是也。这个习惯不好，不好，应该尽量改掉。
如此熬夜，我的眼角已经催生了些许皱纹。可是，熬夜还在继续...

法兰西书库－睿哲系列中的“闲话读书”（安妮 弗朗索瓦著）就是一本难得的好书。安妮在书中将她对书的热爱做了传神的描述。其中有一些颇能引起我的共鸣。

“我喜欢那些乍一见令人错愕不解的发现，譬如墨汁般乌黑的咖啡渍，让书页变得透明的油渍等等。我喜欢有些沙粒落在书中，将书撑得格外丰满；我喜欢翻开书本时，有三片罂粟花瓣或一朵不知名的田间野花飘飘转转地飞落下来。它们唤醒了我记忆深处的某些地点、气味、季节和人物，远远胜过了任何标注。”

“书有两个生命，它们讲述着自己的故事，也见证了我的生活。”

“有的书是用来占卜的，...有的书是用来做投掷武器的，...有的书被当成了皮夹，,,, 有的书能预知命运，...有的书很实用，可以拿来支撑折叠桌向下翻折的部位，,,,有的书是用来逗乐的，,,,有的书只是用来摆摆样子，,,,有的书能被自己当成借口，,,,还有的书是用来当坐垫的，...有的书可以训练姿态，,,,有的书能用来搁脚，...有的书可以随手递给孩子，...有的书已经成为财富的象征...”

“有多少次，没带够书看的念头令我惊慌无措，饥不择食。”

“很想弄明白，两本书，体裁相同，都很有趣，篇幅也差不多，而且出自同一个作家之手，为什么我能在两个小时里一气读完其中一本，而另一本却要拖上一个星期？”

“就我个人而言，天气也是一个非常重要的因素，阴郁的天气让我情绪低落，要么一头扎进书堆里猛读，企图以此作为对自己的补偿，要么就凝视着自己的脚尖发呆，什么都看不进去。”

......

其实远不止这些。在我寻找值得引用的句子时，我发现几乎每一篇都是那么有趣，让我萌生了重读的冲动。还是看书去吧。不必操心做笔记了－－要记就记整本书吧！

 

享受读书，是参加工作之后才开始的。经济独立了，有了自由支配收入的权利，不再有为考试而读书的压力，总之，我开始随性选择自己喜欢的书去读，艺术、建筑、音乐、游记、小说、随笔，甚至还有动画，有过去想读而未能读到的书，也有随大流而读的，还有偶然发现的好书，等等等等，直到我的书柜一再被填满，放书的地方一再被扩充，直到现在。

每个月，每一周，每天，我都有书可读，就仿佛有了精神寄托。工作间隔，休息片刻，拿本喜爱的书来读，是令人开心的时刻。我不是博学的人，记忆力也总是不准，可是自由的读书让我从书中获取了极大的快乐和满足。有时候，读到了曾经匆匆一瞥而未能记住的内容，因为考试压力而囫囵吞枣未能参透的东西，或者全新的、亦能激发我兴趣的，都能让我体会到读书的乐趣。打开书柜，找到一本此时此刻想读的书，更是让我感到书的好处－－书能移情。

读书之趣，不是人人都能懂得。如今，我也算作一个读书人了－－在路上。

Got up at 2:30am. 
Struggling to sleep for hours. Then gave up and sit in front of the laptop typing.
My mind remains so active when it's supposed to sleep. Memories flood back. New ideas rush out and make a whole plan. 
Optimum state for work?!
A bit dizzy. And a whole day's work to do tomorrow. OOps!
Better try to sleep...

I was back from an American restaurant named Aloha. The owner is a friend of mine but for about 3 years we somehow haven't met each other for once, despite in the same city. She moved to a district about 1 hour drive away from where I live and since then we talked only online. I have heard a lot about her and her restaurant, a wonderful place for both Chinese and foreigners. And I was there tonight, talking to her face to face about her dreams, her future plan for Aloha.
All in a peaceful way, she said, I'm planning to open a chain restaurant in another city, and hope more cities in China would have Aloha in future. I also plan to start a cooking school, to teach people about cooking American and Mexican food, she added. And more importantly, she explained, it's not all about money. In that way she could help kids who are unable to go to key universities find a better way to live in the world. Maybe cooking is a good choice to them. And cooking American and Mexican food, she said, would give them an access to know about another culture rather than Chinese and this may create more opportunities for them.
I was right there listening, pretty amazed at her words, and wondering what people of her age might have in their plans for retired life. Quite different, I guess. She is close to 60. She had operations on the right knee, more than one, I mean. She is learning Chinese, and also how to deal with Chinese people, or particularly Chinese business partners. And she is doing pretty well. There is her restaurant. We own it all, she said, everything here in Aloha. We didn't owe a cent. You can feel a great sense of pride in her words. And that fascinates me.
Does age make a difference in success? I guess not.

Time management has always been a hard subject for me but now I'm catching on. It is easier to make a plan than to follow it. And the key is to do it right now. This is what I've learnt from the book "How to get control of your time and your life". Make a to do list and mark things of priority. Never let any minutes slip away while leaving at least one hour unscheduled each day. And more...
True. Time needs planning as notes being composed before a great piece of music is completed. With it, my life has a rhythm. It tells me when to slow down, and when to speed up. Rising and falling, here is the melody, as I play it with heart.