<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144</id><updated>2012-01-16T22:57:28.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123456789</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-9045326986546000224</id><published>2012-01-16T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:57:28.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed - Move On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quite disappointed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quite annoyed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quite unhappy with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quite speechless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;just simply, quite a negative thought I had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;on myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;words that shouldn't be spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;words that should be left unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;words that are supposed to voice up straight on the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;words that surprisingly came in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;screwed up on something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;making the situation worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;awkward and grief in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's either &amp;nbsp;I voice it up straight or shut my fucking mouth up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;shouldn't have put myself into such a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;should have taken the initiative to speak it out initially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;shouldn't have walked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;shouldn't have cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;by when only I'll understand the word 'consequence'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-9045326986546000224?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/9045326986546000224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointed-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9045326986546000224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9045326986546000224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointed-move-on.html' title='Disappointed - Move On'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4288623334336167672</id><published>2012-01-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:58:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So it's Thursday night, 2139 right now. Just had dinner and I'm totally exhausted now. Have been waking up during the middle of the night since November; I woke up at 530am this morning and couldn't sleep back after that so I decided to get out of bed around 630am and went to company nearby for breakfast. Well, was quite a fresh day to kick start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life went difficult when approaching lunch hour. Perhaps I was having difficulties to conducting FA but meanwhile quite a few action items on hand. A colleague of mine actually caught my nerves down straight to ground when he just came and cut my conversation with another colleague. I mean like, show some respect please you this mother fucker??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After lunch hour I looked over my FA again, and here the other guy chasing for updates. Meanwhile I had other colleagues who sought for my help and of course, I helped. I was still in control until again, my conversation got cut again by that mother fucker. Well, I shall say such a low EQ I have, but really, I certainly felt unhappy with it and disappointed upon his this sucks-to-the-max-attitude! Who do you think you are?? I don't really bother if you're doing your work or not or you not even doing it but please, don't interrupt me, can? It made me to feel miserable and annoyed was the moment he waved to me when he went back. I mean like, what the fuck is this? Apparently you think it's not a matter at all of cutting others' conversation and you can still act it like nobody's business, or you actually know but you're just ignoring it? I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, somehow I started to pause and ponder since the moment I got into car until now. I don't really understand why am I behaving in such a way today. Imagine if some other colleagues do this to me again, so I'm gonna explode again? Definitely no right? Am I being just too sensitive or caring on these nonsenses too much? I imagined myself being in his position, perhaps he was actually thinking his words were more important than mine since he's the senior, I'm not sure if I'd do the same thing to my subordinates but definitely I wouldn't cut one's conversation. If say it's the first time I can still indulge, but this fucker has been doing it ALL OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN. And too bad for myself, I was really in such a bad condition today (perhaps even by now I still do) so you actually triggered me until the max. I have never gone into such a stage ever since the first day I work here. Thanks for being the first. As a saying goes within WD - You true colours will yet to be revealed. The longer you stay here, the more unpredictable you will find yourself gonna be. I always practice to be rational and firm when working but today, I failed. &lt;b&gt;failed.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recharge and restart tonight, please. Give me a good night tonight, dear God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4288623334336167672?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4288623334336167672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4288623334336167672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4288623334336167672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-night.html' title='Thursday Night'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1793980719343071416</id><published>2012-01-07T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:52:49.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How many ten years does one have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's within within all fingers that I have I believe, the count number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things that happen for each cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things that happen to happen for each cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things that will never happen for each cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is unpredictable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1793980719343071416?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1793980719343071416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/tens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1793980719343071416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1793980719343071416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/tens.html' title='Tens'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7555859758536327880</id><published>2011-12-23T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:27:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thur the Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Listening to 人间 right now. Mixed feelings I have. I worshipped this song few months back, around June to July when I was in Thailand. I could merely remember I had always put on my iPod whenever I was in Thailand - lab, shuttle bus, hotel, and even on streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, now T T plays 过眼云烟. Used to hear this song last month, fell for it directly. Got touched by the lyrics and of course, her angelic voice and emotions beneath it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Something happened in office today, that I somehow realise, no matter how good a friend is, he or she can still ignore you just for his or her very own reason. Just so disheartening to know that a person that you once care so much can you just ditch you so easily. I understand that everyone keeps changing including myself, but when time passes by, when the internal flame fades, that is when the equilibrium of peace breaks. I was very upset with my own performance after that incident. I hate begging people, especially on those who are not being helpful or put in self-emotions while working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well. Conclusion. Don't ever give up, and only &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;, live for myself. There's no one out there who can protect my heart and soul forever, not even my lover; Only I can let my soul to sank, or to fly up in sky, over the moon, over the rainbow. It's hard to control sometimes, but I believe all these incidents will ultimately shape me into a better person. At least, I have learnt to respect everyone more, and not to rely on anyone, since I'm just so fragile to be hurt again. It's crucial to understand how strong your heart is, agree not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7555859758536327880?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7555859758536327880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/thur-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7555859758536327880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7555859758536327880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/thur-loser.html' title='Thur the Loser'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-5128951014458252964</id><published>2011-12-06T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:28:45.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, so I just had my dinner and snack. Had to take that snack or it'll end up in the bin as it's not tasty; didn't manage to finish a bowl of soup as I was kinda of full; I had a choice to choose to finish which dishes - everyone has their right to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I was kinda like, got whacked on head and a tight slap right on my face, part of it it's due to my carelessness, shame on me. But I just don't understand how could one behave in such a way that they actually know what's going on but they could just answer you - nope you're correct, that thing DIDN'T WORK, but in fact that thing is working FINELY just that I had overlooked some parts of it. I mean, why need to be like this? What kind of attitude you have inside your heart actually? A fake ass? What's the point of faking around, claiming that you're a super nice person but actually you are not at all??? In the end, the person who helped me out was the one who has been self-claiming a selfish person! I wasn't feeling good because previously I had some argument with that selfish person but in the end I got betrayed by that nice person!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had actually sent out a personal message to you but in the end I recalled it when I was advised not to do so or I'll regret. Well, I still feel like shooting you on face for being a hypocrite! Who the fuck are you qualified to teach me to judge a person when you're such an ass hole? Yes, you say you have high EQ but I don't think with a dishonest and tiny mind will bring you long though! God Bless You!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so back to the title of this post. Someone reminded me again on the cruelty of this society and world that no one owes me anything - they do have the right to CHOOSE, NOT TO HELP ME, and see me to die alone. Well, there's always a saying - explore this world with an open heart, embrace whatever pain it gives to you and in the end, you'll realise, there're so much loves being spread around us; it depends on how we &amp;nbsp;look at it really. If I were to be thankful, I wouldn't curse you right here so much, and I would say - thank you for reminding me that no matter how difficult also I should face this alone, and even if I'm facing any problems, if you don't feel like teaching I can't do anything too. If I were to be kind, I might consider to think that you were actually tied up with something so you can't help. But still, I can't still convince myself that even you're really busy so you could just simply answer others as that result could be crucial!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mind my own business, and that's it. Face the world alone, lock up all my emotions. And remember, when there's need to begging please, I will really need to do so, no matter how high my pride, no one will forever be a winner, and also a forever loser that will never be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-5128951014458252964?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5128951014458252964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-lost-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5128951014458252964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5128951014458252964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-lost-feeling.html' title='Long Lost Feeling'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6496919897547930023</id><published>2011-11-27T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:02:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>出路</title><content type='html'>听说2012年是世界末日&lt;br /&gt;话虽如此但到底有多少巴仙又会是事实&lt;br /&gt;活了22年 即将迈进人生的第23年&lt;br /&gt;23这个数字有时候觉得很陌生有时却不以为然&lt;br /&gt;究竟我要的人生是怎样&lt;br /&gt;身为掌控者的我却连最基本的问题都不懂的回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活了22年&lt;br /&gt;很多时候都不太了解自己的内心世界&lt;br /&gt;没有真正地明白哪些事情我是不能玩的哪些事情我是必须坚持的&lt;br /&gt;很多时候都是到受伤了才知道自己流血了&lt;br /&gt;一直以来都是不过如此&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;整个人生不太辉煌但也不太暗淡&lt;br /&gt;开心的事情 伤心的事情&lt;br /&gt;都是足以让我沉醉于几天甚至几个星期甚至几个月&lt;br /&gt;这也代表了人世间没有任何事是永垂不朽的&lt;br /&gt;开心也会过期 失落也同样会过期&lt;br /&gt;两个人即使在一起也是有孤单的时候&lt;br /&gt;一个人跟自己的影子玩耍时也是别有一番风味&lt;br /&gt;可是怎么说 都是多另一个影子在身旁比较幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想找条出路 这到底有没有出路&lt;br /&gt;我信佛 这到底有没有帮助&lt;br /&gt;我试图接近幸福 可什么是幸福&lt;br /&gt;我概念模糊&lt;br /&gt;我虔诚地向佛祈福&lt;br /&gt;一切都会过眼云烟&lt;br /&gt;指引着我走完人生的这一条路&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6496919897547930023?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6496919897547930023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6496919897547930023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6496919897547930023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html' title='出路'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-796528302777482767</id><published>2011-11-20T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:26:41.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《2046》</title><content type='html'>看完了《2046》，是一片旧电影。2008年曾经看过但是不太明白整部戏的内容；昨夜看了，有些部分大约明白了，但还是不太明白，为何导演会在以那种角度拍摄 - 只有他当下的情感会明白。有几句对白是另我印象深刻的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情不是代替品。我不爱你，所以我也不能强求自己跟你在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候我得不到答案，或许对方完全没感觉，或许对方是喜欢你，或许对方有说不出的苦衷，或许对方也不懂自己要的是什么；到最后，我唯一的选择，就是放弃。但是，只要你不放弃，你都或许会有一线的希望，或许吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是有时机的。太早，太迟，都不会开花结果；即使我们当时在一起了，结局也未必会开花。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多时候事情都是在不自觉地情况下发生，但我相信你其实也知道。人，可以不自觉地喜欢上一个人，也可不自觉地，淡忘掉一个人。我们也不自觉地，领悟了在心里其实也可以容纳几个灵魂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事里的主角搭上了2046的列车，是一辆通往一个永远不变的时空。但是很多人不懂是真是假，因为从来没有人从那里，回来过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早起身了，看着户外。伸着懒腰，影子反映出主人的无奈与不定。艺术家本来就感情比较丰富，但作为一个普通的人类，他们也是可以选择以爱观看这个世界。赞扬每个事物，震撼每一个灵魂。真诚地面对每一件事，它们都可以很美丽。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-796528302777482767?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/796528302777482767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/2046.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/796528302777482767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/796528302777482767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/2046.html' title='《2046》'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3861087867978402602</id><published>2011-11-13T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:03:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewilderment</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I just had my dinner. Late dinner huh? Just got back from a tiring-yet-not-too trip. Met up with many people and chatted with them. Well, welcome to those newcomers into our loop! Meanwhile I also got to know that one of them just divorced not long while ago, one is going to, while the other one got into argument then got slapped and smacked. Could see blue blacks on her forearm when we were talking but of course I didn't question why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I mean, if really you wanna commit, or don't marry. Rather be alone and shouldn't break a person's heart or even few hearts, how can human be that selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was passing by the bridge just now, looking at the sea; my heart was calm. I pictured myself looking at this scene after 20 years, who would sit beside me when I was 42? Or there's no one beside me after all? I wouldn't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well. I will pray that God will stay by me always, protecting me and guiding me to walk through all obstacles... Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3861087867978402602?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3861087867978402602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/bewilderment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3861087867978402602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3861087867978402602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/bewilderment.html' title='Bewilderment'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-9129930373851462668</id><published>2011-11-09T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:06:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; line-height: 12px;"&gt;我要做一个认识自己的人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;或许我认识了自己，我就不会说我自己很潇洒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;或许我认识了自己，我就不会说自己敢爱敢恨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;认知自己的无能，才来作出决定。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;我觉得最对不起的人应该是我自己吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;因为自己的过错而去影响了别人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; line-height: 12px;"&gt;做人果断一些&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; line-height: 12px;"&gt;我要但你不要，肯定了后就算了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; line-height: 12px;"&gt;反正你都是不要，那也表示我们的沟通有问题&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;-王菲- 既是，我应该有的信念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-9129930373851462668?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/9129930373851462668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9129930373851462668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9129930373851462668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='我'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2360247815411867765</id><published>2011-10-09T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:19:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>此刻。恒</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;驾驭白色轿车&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;路上奔驰着&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20的弧度转了个弯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;天上的云海&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;蔚蓝的天空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;半山腰的一栋栋房子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;眼前一片黑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;原来是过了隧道&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;当时是听着肖邦的协奏曲1第二乐章&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;argerich为钢琴家&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;心里顿然觉得其实&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;梳邦这片土地其实挺好的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;若天气再冷一些&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;或许就会觉得自身国外&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;很多时候&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;是因为坐在车上而错过了很多小细节&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;同样的 如果是走路&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;会因为看不见前面的美好而觉得路途很遥远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;有些人会因为路边的小草而震撼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;有些人会因为雨后的黄泥路而沮丧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;有些人 比较特别&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;无论风吹雨打 都是一直向前前进&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;一直以来我都让自己随心所欲&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;开心就哈哈到笑 伤心就痛哭流涕&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最近觉得这样做 有点累了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;旁人看了 都问&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;为何不控制自己的情绪一下&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;为何就不让自己就是一直乐观&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;为何要有不开心的成分存在&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;其实你一点也不强&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;很多时候是选择了逃避 选择了离开&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;选择了自欺欺人&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;嘴巴和心不对质&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;为何做人要这么辛苦&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;站在街灯下 看着自己的影子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;关了灯后 连自己背影也不会存在&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;一切犹如云烟 消失于人海&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2360247815411867765?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2360247815411867765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2360247815411867765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2360247815411867765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='此刻。恒'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6073678838532594423</id><published>2011-09-18T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:10:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愤怒</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;讲话的艺术&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;做人的自尊&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;最近很多事都做得不好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;很多时候都看自己不顺眼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;至于嘴巴说出去的话&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;开始痛恨自己讲话又再没经大脑了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;说出去的话犹如付出的爱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;都是一样收不回&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;若自己要挑战别人，就麻烦你确定你有那个能力去承受&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;自己乱乱讲话，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;如果对象是你不在乎的人，那就还好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;如果对象是你略在乎的人，或非常在乎的，那你就自重&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;少说几句话会死吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;稍微理智一点想清楚，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;哪些事情说了是对自己有或没有好处的，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;难道自己不会衡量吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;麻烦成熟一点 稳重一点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;讲到就要做到！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;对自己说的话，要负责任！！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6073678838532594423?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6073678838532594423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6073678838532594423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6073678838532594423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='愤怒'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4661692297994658789</id><published>2011-09-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:16:12.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Free fall from the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7000 ft from sea level&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cries of hopelessness against the strong wind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as well as the soft sobs of a forgotten being&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has been&amp;nbsp;pummelling&amp;nbsp;himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to within inches of his life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has not appreciated things around him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All he does was just simply moaning and whining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today Karma works on him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for him being so selfish and arrogant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He thought he could handle anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as freely as the cosmic wind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;however&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As he fell, all way downwards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;delirious with emotions and exhaustions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How long does this gonna be before reaching ground?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was with his brother in room tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parents went for wedding dinner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seeing his brother lining up the toys and playing by himself -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was awaiting for Mum's return&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He teared, again, the second time in a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How and what can I do when it's only left me and you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things will come to an end and is all fated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May God bring him peace and smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4661692297994658789?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4661692297994658789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4661692297994658789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4661692297994658789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-fall.html' title='Free Fall'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6732219269182470598</id><published>2011-08-21T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:50:53.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, it's half 5 in the evening. It was raining quite heavily outside, I hate the rich humidity thereafter. Yesterday I met a lot of old citizens, most of them are at least 55? And yea. All are retired. Some are getting part time jobs, some are doing nothing at home everyday - just watching TVs and sleeping, some are having some activities going on, not so sure what kind of activities they join but, yea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I asked myself what kind of life am I&amp;nbsp;possessing&amp;nbsp;to. What kind of life I would like to pursue when my hair starts growing grey? Suddenly I feel the life am having is so lovely and easy-going - I've got a permanent job, I've got a part time job, I've got a day to rest on Saturday, I've got family as my companion, I've got friends to go crazy with me, etc.! There're actually so many beautiful things in my life but why previously (not long ago, like few months back) I was just so bothered by issues that I cannot help with? I hope this mindset will stay eternally in me so that it'd be my driver of my life. I don't want to get driven by negative emotions and so-called field strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, sometimes I find the person in the mirror is quite a stranger, especially when I've lost control to myself. I'm glad that everything has back in its pace after the storms and tornadoes. For now, I just need to stay focused and my job and get the targets achieved. Being born as a not-so-smart boy doesn't mean I'll always need to follow after others' shadows. I believe everyone has their own expertise and of course, for it to be revealed or not to the world is on their own performance and character already; I wish I've been performing well. Yea, I don't show off of my skills but sometimes, it feels really good when one appreciates and acknowledges me or my work. So, keep it up! Don't live for others. Live for yourself. If I want it to happen, then I'm the only driver who can make it happen; for things that happen unintentionally, merry if it's something that what I've been wishing for, pathetic if it turned out to be something else. No expectations make one lives better, but life without expectations is colorless. Balanced in all the in-betweens. God bless. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6732219269182470598?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6732219269182470598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6732219269182470598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6732219269182470598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3550684206189764418</id><published>2011-08-13T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:45:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怪人</title><content type='html'>怪人 我相信这人世间有很多&lt;br /&gt;怪事 其实不过是我们把接受度范围以外所发生的事情给的一个称号而已&lt;br /&gt;人来人往 擦肩而过的人事物又会有多少呢&lt;br /&gt;黄昏里 也不一定会有个美丽的夕阳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;归宿 可以很辽阔&lt;br /&gt;可以是事业 是信仰 是梦想 是追寻 是寄托 是洒脱&lt;br /&gt;对于把别人变成是自己的归宿&lt;br /&gt;那时你为他而活而不是为自己&lt;br /&gt;浪费了父母的米 真的是 这样多人去死不见你去死？！？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3550684206189764418?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3550684206189764418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3550684206189764418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3550684206189764418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='怪人'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6745082187188349852</id><published>2011-07-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:43:07.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was reading article on this when I was in plane just now. So many things came across my mind at that moment, now as well like duh. In the article it says, we need to conceit in order to live our life balance. One who practices conceitment can always understand their weaknesses and react towards it. They understand by making own self satisfied on something which will never come true is just like building castle in the air; One who gets controlled by emotions tend to do something that will cheer themselves up temporarily but maybe next day morning when they get up, they might fall back to the sad region again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What about me then? It seems like I haven't got my mind set well and I always tend to do something that will cheer myself up. And yes, next day morning when I get up, or during the nights before I sleep, my mind will just be that sober enough to think of it again - an endless thoughts as usual. It's hard to control over my heart sometimes, I can't drive it properly. However, I believe one day I'll get over it. The problem will remain unsolved if I always try to escape the real issue inside just like how that article describes. I should accept my fate, my life. Just like how Lady Gaga sings, I'm born this way..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Work hard! God will bless you Arthur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6745082187188349852?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6745082187188349852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/conceitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6745082187188349852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6745082187188349852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/conceitment.html' title='Conceitment'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7837111672725394776</id><published>2011-07-03T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:08:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Only if you can take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;or don't challenge yourself on things that you can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;However for things that you have to challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Please stay your mind clear and move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God Bless. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7837111672725394776?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7837111672725394776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-if-you-can-take-it-or-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7837111672725394776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7837111672725394776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-if-you-can-take-it-or-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8013330443039480062</id><published>2011-07-02T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:21:44.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, is great; not selfishness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I indeed miss you more than loving you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as there's no more other options&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In life, there're many times when we're given too much options&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we got Apple launching its product, we find many limitations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet, if people love it, they call it simplicity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same goes here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps when one is being offered too much things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he/ she would start being picky and not being thankful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess this is what happening on me at this moment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would hand my life and fate to God, again; I used to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At least, I could feel the warmth and comfort whenever I'm lost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead of saying I'm lost, I shall say my heart has once lost its control again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fear I can't hold with this mindset again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;However I'll make it a routine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever I feel I'm losing control, I would be thankful for what you have done to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how far we are apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how much you have changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how much I have grown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bottom of heart, Thank You for being so nice to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There're things that I cannot get in life; same goes to others in this world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For things that we cannot even touch, we can only give up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We should love them more instead of owning them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since nothing is eternal in this world, too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8013330443039480062?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8013330443039480062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8013330443039480062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8013330443039480062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1529178160805740141</id><published>2011-06-26T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:54:15.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>徐志摩</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;我悄悄地到来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;正如我悄悄地离去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;看破了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;哪怕每一天有那一刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;你都是孤独的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;看着你那深不见底的瞳孔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;连我的情绪也跟着被波动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;心 痛了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;零碎地呼吸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;半垂的眼神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;你快乐所以我快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;那是人类应有的七情六欲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;正是所谓的情欲而改变了一个人的命盘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;但是 往往&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;不是每一件事都能如心所愿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;不在乎天长地久 只在乎曾经拥有&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;有时觉得很甜蜜 有时觉得是屁话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;所谓人生的道路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;我又应该如何诠释呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1529178160805740141?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1529178160805740141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1529178160805740141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1529178160805740141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_26.html' title='徐志摩'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6265804975097238126</id><published>2011-06-18T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:05:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>狂野</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;又再&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;自以为是&lt;/span&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;忘了&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;到底有多少斤两重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自身&lt;/span&gt;的渺小 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自身&lt;/span&gt;的问题&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;不要仿佛&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;很厉害似的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;对于任何事情都套入&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;的想法&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;讲难听一点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;不见得&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;的想法有多客观&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;还不是平凡人类一个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;应该尊重大家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;应该感谢别人给予的每一刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;人活在世间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;除了&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自身&lt;/span&gt; 也应该付出一些贡献于社会 于身边的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;不是每一件事都必须很明朗化&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;每个人都有&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;的经验与过去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;对于事情的看法当然也会不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;从以前至今看过的电影有无数&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;从中领悟的道理又到底有多少&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;对于将&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自己&lt;/span&gt;的人生拍成一出戏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;卖不卖座也不过是一刻的风光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;自问&lt;/span&gt;，即使效果再日烈再感人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;还有什么事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;比主角能够在现实生活中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;以积极的心态 坚强地活下去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;更为欣慰与感动呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"&gt;检讨吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6265804975097238126?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6265804975097238126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6265804975097238126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6265804975097238126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='狂野'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3164875876102651070</id><published>2011-06-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:00:18.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope - Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Wishing everyone will be doing fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hoping myself to be more matured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hoping myself to be more firm, and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everyone has their own territories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Learn to respect each of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Learn to understand the bit behind each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;From there, I'd appreciate more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There are many things that shouldn't have been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Although before we die, we might think why didn't we tell earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;contradicting kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wish, I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Everyone will be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I don't hope to live long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;but I wish to leave this world, with a peaceful heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3164875876102651070?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3164875876102651070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3164875876102651070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3164875876102651070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope-wish.html' title='Hope - Wish'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-5843388527484202363</id><published>2011-05-22T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:19:59.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>竹子</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;很多时候都不太明白人生的定义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;人生短短几十年&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;这一生经过大风大浪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;这一生过得很满足&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;这一生过得很坎坷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;这一生，至少没有遗憾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;那，大风大浪，满足，坎坷，遗憾，的定义，又是什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;还是自己太嫩了吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;想法举止一切还是如脑残一般&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;或许脑残的都比我做得好吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;每个人有着自己的故事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;很感谢，那些愿意共我分享故事的人们，打从心里地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;因为有爱 有欲望 有恨 有绝望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;才能把人生这条路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;填满地很光彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;所谓上天的命运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;所谓自己的宿命&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;其实也没有什么了不起的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;每过一段低潮 每过一段瓶颈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;挣扎了一段 痛苦了一番&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;一节一节地渡过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;最终也会满足得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;不得了的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-5843388527484202363?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5843388527484202363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5843388527484202363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5843388527484202363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_22.html' title='竹子'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2584357212234033178</id><published>2011-05-14T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:40:25.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>给自己的情书</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;自己一个人&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); "&gt;生活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;自己一个人&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;玩乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;自己一个人&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;哭泣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;自己一个人&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;游荡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;情感 是优雅的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;热恋 是幸福的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;更有人说 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;没谈过恋爱的人 并不知道爱的力量&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;爱 可以是你的精神支柱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;爱 可以让你有一个寄托&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;爱 可以让你恢复童年 与自己爱的人闹着嚷着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;当自己被背叛时 一切犹如梦一场&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;过去的事物 过去的甜蜜 当时的月亮 当时的星空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;若放不开 一意执着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;痛苦的是自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;对于可遇不可求的东西&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;不能拥有 不能去碰 不能感受 不能享受 只能哀愁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;有时自慰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;没有任何事是永垂不朽的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;没有一个承诺是永远的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;也没有说 一个人 是不能自己走完自己的人生的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;昨天韩剧的对白：小时候是父母的疼爱 大了 是配偶的关怀与爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;我流泪了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;因为 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;我懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;越美丽的东西越不能碰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;明明还说分开 怎么会情动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;早早应该离去 又竟一再相拥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;可是在怎么相拥 也只是对着抽象的灵魂幻想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; " &gt;夜幕下 只得我心痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2584357212234033178?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2584357212234033178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2584357212234033178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2584357212234033178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='给自己的情书'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2313634704433082777</id><published>2011-05-06T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:25:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-mortem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;其实&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;很多时候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;都是自己惹来的祸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;是我自己愿意的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;那，为何我的心却没有那个能力去承受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;它尽可能会给自己带来的伤害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;对于自己没有能力控制的东西&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;难道我还没有学会如何去拿捏吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;明知道自己没有这种能耐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;为何要自以为是，觉得自己很厉害似的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;什么东西都好比自己都可以拿得起放得下？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我尽量，可以的话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;都不想做任何会后悔的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我可以对人多好就多好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;能体谅就体谅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;可是，有时候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我真的觉得很孤单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;自问：所以？有什么大不了的？你孤单，你的事啦？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;这次表态了自己的一些想法&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;却发现，其实根本没有必要说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;为何要展露自己脆弱的一面？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;又不是说对方会管你？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;你，以为你是谁呀？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我要找回我当初坚决的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我要给自己打回强心剂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;我不要时不时 就又要度过这种灰暗期&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;自己独立 自己承受 自己开导 自己看开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;fuck you. for your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2313634704433082777?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2313634704433082777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-mortem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2313634704433082777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2313634704433082777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-mortem.html' title='post-mortem'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8644391342101334147</id><published>2011-05-06T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:00:25.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe you were joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or you actually mean it but were acting as if it's a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And, I'm gonna tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You've seriously stepped on my tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have I ever asked for your sympathy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have I ever longed for you to care me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes I did but not for now anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks for saying that statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It has reminded me to draw the clear cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have to thank you seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;coz your words warn me not to fall any deeper anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes, I'm ranting and being childish now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wouldn't care about you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;since, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what I always get is just simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it's more than enough I need in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it's still somehow my own mistakes too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;for allowing myself to break my own rules again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8644391342101334147?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8644391342101334147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8644391342101334147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8644391342101334147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2710796127801812964</id><published>2011-04-27T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:23:11.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;you only know how hard you've tried, what about me then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;have you ever imagined the struggles find in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;have you ever known how hard i've tried to get myself balanced? both physically and emotionally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm seriously sick and tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;can i just let go everything in hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;since most of them are the shits and pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2710796127801812964?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2710796127801812964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-only-know-how-hard-youve-tried-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2710796127801812964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2710796127801812964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-only-know-how-hard-youve-tried-what.html' title=''/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2683428886053147181</id><published>2011-04-26T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:30:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;You got attacked twice today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was told that you actually became unconscious after the attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wondered why I wasn't informed at first, but, even if I was informed, what else can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I could only bought you an Oradex, Aloclair and your favorite cheese stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I showered you just now, seeing the scars on your back, and the part of your swollen head which got hit on ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I didn't cry; I in fact cried in car just now imagining the same scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I prayed to God just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if there's a trade to conduct, I wish You can take my life to reduce the frequency of he getting attacked, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It is abnormal to get attacked few times within a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Is there a signal You wanna tell me? or us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Please don't do that to me. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take my life, I'm willing to trade! Although I understand there're things which can't be traded in this world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Especially like I confess so much to you but it doesn't mean I'll get them back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;there's any chances of reaching it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;-please take my life-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I've had enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm happy with my life here, with satisfaction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't mean anything to me if he's no longer in this world, and so my parents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;但愿天空不再挂满 湿的泪&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;但愿天空不再涂上 灰的脸&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2683428886053147181?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2683428886053147181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/trade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2683428886053147181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2683428886053147181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/trade.html' title='Trade'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7926837331137693981</id><published>2011-04-10T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:38:41.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't know what were the intentions behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For you guys to spread around something that isn't friendly to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't see a need to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;of discussing things that are beyond your limits and understandings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You don't know the true stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You only know to capture related things that are already in your preset mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You only know to match things with your personal preferences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For those things you find them unlikely to please you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;you call them &lt;i&gt;weirdos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(p/s: I'm trying not to be sinful here as you can address them with more and more wonderful names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes I feel childish to think about I'm gonna prove to you that you're wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I ain't childish as what you always say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I ain't stupid as how you think, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(It seems like you have developed so much negatives of me in your brains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(Should I be grateful that I'm at least in some of your capacities?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But I'm quite regretful of telling you so much my personal stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Maybe, to you, you're just being a listener &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but to me, I do treasure our friendship and, I trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That's why I'd shared with you, some of my stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(Am I being too naive? That if I were to share my stories, he/ she should have known I do trust them and they should let go their shields when facing me, not?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last but not least (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I will never forget what you guys had done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I think I had already forgiven you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(Yes, you can reply here: fuck I care?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And, I'm gonna prove to you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm not a wiseacre nor idiot - I pick up everything bit by bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm nobody, yes. I'm no smart brains, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;BUT, I'm no future? No, YOU'RE WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I will never expect you guys to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;just like how i will never make myself to drill down your minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hopefully I won't be seeing you guys anymore, in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because, I know, I might just be a fake ass when seeing you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;by saying &lt;i&gt;Hi&lt;/i&gt; outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but &lt;i&gt;Wanker&lt;/i&gt; inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7926837331137693981?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7926837331137693981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/hatred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7926837331137693981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7926837331137693981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1545336584911313373</id><published>2011-04-02T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:06:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is short, but it can be long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever we undergo something difficult we wish the time to pass faster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;em&gt;conversely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever we undergo something enjoying we wish the time can just stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;That's what I thought of suddenly when I was hanging my clothes to dry. I was thinking why am I being upset sometimes when I know there are things I can't really help with, like for example, to understand why people would behave that way. Okay, don't get me wrong here. I'm not asking people to live my way, but sometimes, I really cannot understand when one can do that kind of situation at particular time, I wish to know what's the reason behind as sometimes the things they conduct are just so odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Today was a busy day for me - Went for rehearsal in the morning, went to old town for lunch and got back my emergency light, paid my bills, changed a door lock, brought brother for his haircut, dinner, etc. I spent my whole day with my brother today as parents were busy with renovations. Within this 8 hours time frame, he asked me to call mum for more than 10 times I guess. He felt upset when I scolded him for not looking the cars behind when he opened the door, also scolded him for putting my phone's volume to max. He said that I don't like him, and it's wrong to scold at him. I replied: Please face your mistakes and correct it. Don't always know to blame only. Glad to hear thereafter he said he's wrong, but I shouldn't yell at him. And, so, I apologized too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What in my mind now is, how would his life be in future, when my parents are not around anymore, especially my mum. I couldn't imagine how struggling he will be. It's like when a small kid asks you: where is mum, and you'll say: she's at up there watching us. But meanwhile, my brother isn't that innocent and plain as a small kid - He has his own thoughts and he does analyse things even though he's a slow learner. There are many times when he says: I wish I can die, it seems like I'm the troublemaker to all. How disheartening to hear those words out from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "  &gt;我有很多问题 解决不了的问题&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "  &gt;我想找条出路 到底有没有出路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "  &gt;我信佛 这有没有帮助&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "  &gt;我试图接近幸福 可什么是幸福 我概念模糊 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1545336584911313373?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1545336584911313373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-by-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1545336584911313373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1545336584911313373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-by-day.html' title='Day by Day'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3906265276786138110</id><published>2011-03-29T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:56:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>290311</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;孤单是一个人的狂欢，狂欢是一群人的孤单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;孤单是一个的寂寞，寂寞是一群人的孤单。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Kinda like this quote when I was reading over someone's profile on Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Today I nearly teared out when I was in office - I thought of myself being filmed where the story line is as of my life. It seems like there are so many things I cannot do. Not like I don't want to do but is, I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;. I have been hoping for love and to be loved. Seriously, I haven't given up on this yet although it will never be, but the perpetual pain that I have on per daily basis in which I wish I could pinpoint and get them out of me whenever it comes. Last year, I remember myself telling a friend: I'm only 21 but why am I getting all these? When would it be the finale version? At this moment, now, I'm gonna repeat: I'm only 22 (in a month time) but yet, why haven't myself got out from this damn black hole? It's not funny at all to playing pee-ka-boo with this idiotic feelings since I know all these feelings will not belong to me no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I really hope I can say to you: I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3906265276786138110?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3906265276786138110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/290311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3906265276786138110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3906265276786138110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/290311.html' title='290311'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8577813948039272161</id><published>2011-03-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:13:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just done with house chores - folding clothes and putting them into wardrobe, and sweeping and mopping. What a good exercise after meal isn't it? :) It's 0015 now and I just had my shower. Wanted to lit up the joystick yet failed, so I ended up praying by heart; It's late night already so by right I shouldn't have lighten up anything too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Got up by 11-ish this morning, played on my babe for about 30 minutes. When I was about to type my dad's docs but didn't manage to as mum called me to meet her up for lunch. After lunch, brought brother back home, got those docs done, packed my stuffs for badminton session at 4, and went back to shop. It was kinda busy when I reached - there're some visitors and dad was at behind to dispatch sand bags. Around quarter to 3, all things settled. I was sitting there, some unhappy things happened (argument apparently with parents), and I went off. I loitered around INTI - the place where I completed my Diploma. I disembarked at the place I used to park 3 years back, player was playing Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 1 2nd movement. I was indeed upset. There's nothing I can do anymore and I hate this situation to continue but I can't help. I let the whole 10 minutes movement to complete then only I drove back to shop; Cousin was there already, and of course, her son was already ready for the badminton session later. I set the door closer off before I went (It was supposed to be done around 2ish, if I hadn't quarreled with them. Well, it wasn't really a quarrel but just that I refused to listen anymore, and I was actually heeding their words - They asked me to leave although I knew they didn't mean it, yet I'd left). After the badminton session, drove my cousin's son back to shop, making sure there's no help required, I went back home. Showered, again, was playing on my babe again. All sad songs I had played, which kinda suited to that moment - It was raining out there, no thunder but just pure droplets. Gentle breeze, it was somehow really peaceful to me and I enjoyed the harmonic between the melodies and uneven drippings when the water hit on roofs and floors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mum got back, dad didn't have appetite to eat so only me, bro and mum went for dinner. I didn't talk much by then. I don't feel like talking, I'd rather be a good listener than a commenter. Definitely no one likes to be commented, especially when those words are just so true yet hurtful to be heard or told (Yes, I'm a devil). It seems like everything has got back to normal (yes it has), and I told myself not to comment anything, anymore. This will be the only solution I guess, since all dislike to be nagged or criticized and so myself of course. It is difficult to please anyone I know, just simply everyone. I questioned myself too when I was mopping the floor just now, my heart was singing &lt;i&gt;Reason, &lt;/i&gt;the OST of Autumn in My Heart. What if they will no longer be here in a week time, would I bother if their attitude is right or wrong? Would I bother if they're unhappy over little things and they shouldn't care so much? Would I bother this.. Would I bother that.. The answer is No. I would let them be how they want to be, as long as they don't hurt each other too much then it'll be fine. Simply because this has been how they lived for years, I have no rights to change them and want them to live in the way like how I want them to be. I can't be that selfish, to ask them not to do this and that just for my own sake. I scolded my brother just now, when he yelled at mum in bedroom. I went in, spanked on his arms, and asked if he's doing something right or wrong. He answered me, wrong. I replied: you know it's wrong then why are you still doing it? He kept quiet, I left the room and continued sweeping. After finishing downstairs', I came up to mop. Mum told me when I went into her room: Your brother was talking to himself after you left the room. He was blaming himself. I wasn't at home for the whole day, he misses me and that's why he would want me to pamper him and behave stubbornly to me. He's doing something which is wrong and I should just ignore it?, I asked. Mum didn't answer me. Even if she were to, both sides also have their own perspectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I conversed, internally of course, when I was having shower. I don't know what are the DOs and DON'Ts. I have once lost in my world again, having things yet to be solved. I need to have a strong mindset and heart, for me to be able to stand still and firmly in any situations, and becoming the pillar of the house. Yes, that's my role. But, again, how should I behave, what should I do, what are the things I can't not supposed to do, etc. I prayed to Guan Gong, so that I would have a calm in heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't matter if you are being the youngest or eldest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Being considerate and having a will to protect the family is the one which matters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet this will doesn't mean everything; It's not a wildcard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know how should I put my feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I can just leave my puzzles being scattered forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8577813948039272161?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8577813948039272161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8577813948039272161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8577813948039272161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-286726584825473738</id><published>2011-03-17T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:18:11.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's gonna be half a year working at WD already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Counting down on 4th of April (nice number isn't it?) lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I don't know what is my achievement so far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I need acknowledgements but I understand as long as I don't expect I wouldn't feel disappointed at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I actually thought of myself moving better than others but in fact I am weak. People who are same age as me could have done many things already, they could have achieved their goals earlier than me. Relating them to myself, what have I done in the past? Yes, project called off. Yes, no outcome. Yes, no significant improvements. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Anyhow, tomorrow will be the last day to seeing my supervisor. He'll off for his honeymoon trip for 2 weeks. Hopefully I wouldn't screw up anything within this period, and can prove to all that I can actually make my own decision based on my skills. I wannabe productive! Yes. Guan Gong please pray for me. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-286726584825473738?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/286726584825473738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/286726584825473738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/286726584825473738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-957261883133870518</id><published>2011-03-09T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:16:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A talks to B about her current situation - she falls for someone yet she knows she can't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here the conversation goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: I was feeling really sad just now as he didn't talk much to me. He can talk a lot when with others, but when with me he just speaks little words. I always try to talk a lot, find some topics because I feel very awkward by looking at him just like that without talking anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: Hmm, what do you expect actually? Wanting him to talk to you always? Or always have common topics with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: Not to say expect but just hope that he could talk more to me.. I know it's something weird but sometimes my heart just feels so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: First of all. Does he owe you anything? He is just a friend of yours if you get what I mean. Plus, not like you really know him well and so he is, so how can you hope that he could talk more to you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: Do you.. actually fall for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: .. I'm not sure, but I think.. I am.. But the thing is, he is a married man already with kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: What so good about him? -.-'' People got wive got kids then you fall for him? Are you.. okay? -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: Yea I know I'm wrong but.. I also don't know how to explain the feeling I'm having now. Perhaps it's because of his character..? He's really a firm guy, although he does tell jokes too sometimes. Not jokes but I just feel like smiling whenever he tells something.. B, please help me.. I think I've fallen too deep now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: So you're actually attracted by his character la? But then... Yes, you can like him. But please make sure you won't fall too deep because what you are doing now is actually wrong. You knew he's a married guy, he has his family, he has his kids to take care of. Let me ask you, what if he realises that you're into him and if he wants to start an underground relationship with you, would you take it? No right?? Please say no?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: Yes. That's why I'm stopping myself to have too much interactions with him nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: But I thought he's in your team as well? How can not to have interactions?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: Yea, so I only try to talk to him when I need. Like maybe to discuss our projects etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: But hell yea, in the end, you'll still be attracted again right? So, is that the right thing to do? If you say now la, you will less communicate with him. If he asks, what are you gonna say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A: I'd probably say, got a? No la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B: Is that a good way? I don't know how are you going to handle your own emotions. But just a reminder for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1) No one owes you anything including your friends and your loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2) Don't expect anything from others as you can't fulfill anyone too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3) Remain your normal act as life still goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4) Be matured please. Don't be envious. Do you really need it? Nope you don't need them. So what's the point of making yourself in deep shit? Think yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-957261883133870518?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/957261883133870518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/957261883133870518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/957261883133870518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/03/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4680110312969395441</id><published>2011-02-22T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:48:42.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He has been seeing and hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he feels it is saddening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The world from his eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seems no fairness to him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He used to crave for love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He used to enjoy the moment when both caring for each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He doesn't dare to step onto this region anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He hates himself for getting envious on something that he cannot do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The feeling is just so puffy and free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where it is just so difficult for him to catch it, feel it, love it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He still hopes to love and being loved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;although it is just like flying you to the moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He understands on how strong he has to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He also knows that what kind of tragedy in the end it would probably be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is tearing now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is time for him to stand up, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is time for him to give up, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is time for him to let go, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lastly,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is time for him &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;to say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the world he once immersed in it, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4680110312969395441?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4680110312969395441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/triple-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4680110312969395441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4680110312969395441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/triple-two.html' title='Triple Two'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3364756401058347776</id><published>2011-02-12T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T05:04:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>囚奴新娘</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;在二十四小时内读完了那一本小说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;更是一口气地一次过费了十三个小时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;从四分一开始读到最后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;拥有复杂身世的男女主角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;偶然地在那一夜不机遇地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;在对方的心灵与心态上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;种下了一个永远也挽回不了的苗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;正因为彼此的破烂不堪的过去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;加上幕后一切不规矩的一切陆续发生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;犹如在漆黑的夜晚中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;发红的双眼紧紧地盯着远方的猎物&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;但却毫无动色地等待着时机成熟而引爆的狮子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;而他们最终&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;有情人终成眷属&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;写着写着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;他的眼眶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;红色血丝缓缓地浮现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;炙热的泪水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;顺着脸颊的幅度划成一条细细的痕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;这么破烂不堪的他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;是否能像小说里的主角一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;最终以完美为结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;虽然他经历的不如故事情节般&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;虽然他所经历的在别人眼中或许只是件芝麻绿豆没什么好惊喜的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;的结局又会是如何的呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3364756401058347776?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3364756401058347776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3364756401058347776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3364756401058347776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='囚奴新娘'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3515555724176645460</id><published>2011-02-02T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:27:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>Read on my friend's blog, accidentally found it out. Credits to the digital era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while. Okay, I should say I have not started to really boost up my FA skills. Reason being: I ain't a smart ass and the bottleneck is my fucking lazy attitude. It seems like it has lesser burden on me in company now as yea. We have not started any build atm yet so most of us are actually moving quite slow (or just me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my this friend, and to my cousin. Crab. I think I should have really banged on the wall and really need to introspect on my self-attitude. I dislike being judged weak and not being respected by others. Yes I do behave like a clown at most of the time as I hate working in such a stressed environment but it doesn't mean I do not have pride; I do care on my self-performance. But ever since my final year in UK, it seems like I have never been using my brains wisely. I ain't born with a powerful analytic thinking skills but it just feels so disappointed while seeing myself not able to fix it right. I guess this CNY is really gonna be my last getaway in life. I have been chilling this much and IT IS TIME for me to move on. I believe in that whatever it is we still have to face it and embrace it; there is one door to every where which is strong and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard Mr Chee!! Happy Chinese New Year to you. &lt;br /&gt;And happy bd to my pk2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3515555724176645460?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3515555724176645460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3515555724176645460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3515555724176645460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8085729769207080792</id><published>2011-01-30T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:21:25.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2H4VFeci04/TUQ9-4TGC-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DdJ12CsSNI4/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2H4VFeci04/TUQ9-4TGC-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DdJ12CsSNI4/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567643189810432994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3 days more to CNY. Counting down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Seriously, I hate what myself is doing now. I can't believe myself being so weak! Can't take any impact for God's sake! FML. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I shouldn't have texted or called you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I shouldn't have MSN-ed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;because, all I got was just. NO REPLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I thought I can fic it nicely even if you don't bother but in fact I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8085729769207080792?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8085729769207080792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/counting-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8085729769207080792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8085729769207080792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2H4VFeci04/TUQ9-4TGC-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DdJ12CsSNI4/s72-c/IMG_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3311502407094245118</id><published>2011-01-23T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:26:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post - Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just realised this is my 100th post, happy blogging Mr. Arthur!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just realised I have been a good liar to myself, for convincing myself with fake assumptions or reasons by keeping myself in my comfort zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just realised I had forgotten many beliefs I once held with, can't even remember when was the last time I practise them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just realised I can't actually fulfil my own words, that I can live without anyone. I hate the feeling of being left out and ignored. BUT, back to topic, is there such a rule stating that he or she HAS to reply me whenever I look for them? NO, the answer is. Get your brains fixed please Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just realised I had not being a caring and loving son/ brother for quite some time. I had raised my voice for quite a number of time within this month whenever I see something unlikely to be done by anyone at home. Please forgive me, Dad, Mum, and Bro. 2nd Sis too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last but not least, for those good runners in my brains, I wish I can allow the marathon to continue but meanwhile I'll take care of every path that you guys should or should not pass by. I hope those paths that you guys gonna take will not make me shut it down, forever. As, I'm tired of being a liar, to myself, not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3311502407094245118?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3311502407094245118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/100th-post-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3311502407094245118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3311502407094245118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/100th-post-liar.html' title='100th post - Liar'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-156615004045364905</id><published>2011-01-16T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:09:34.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Love is blind, as far as the eye can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Deep and meaningless, words to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;easy lover, I need a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Road to nowhere, twist and turns but will this never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Too Much of Something is bad enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But something's coming over me to make me wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Too Much of nothing is just as tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I need to know the way to feel to keep me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Too much of nothing so why don't we give it a try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Too much of something we're gonna be living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I thought&lt;/span&gt; I could live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I thought&lt;/span&gt; I could have be able to live independently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna be zig-a-zig-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes I just couldn't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When loneliness creeps in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Ithough Uthought&lt;/span&gt; thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-156615004045364905?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/156615004045364905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/156615004045364905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/156615004045364905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-216785837987780406</id><published>2011-01-09T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:14:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I was off to Malacca for my weekend. Since it's all about eating, I've gained back my weight. Fml. I was down to 79/ 80 last week but now it got back to 82. :( btw, this isn't a big deal after all lol. small case small case~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had many sudden thoughts throughout this trip- it's like spontaneous all the while. Any single picture being captured in mind I could simply chip in with opinions without any hesitation. I mean, I don't care if you're older than me or what, but somehow I think, maybe it's because I'm being brought up in such family- be considerate and independent, thus I do feel like, why can't you do this? Is there a need of making this small thing a fuss? You're a guy c'mon, you can be a bit tougher can't you? etc. I came across this too- there is no need to change a person's attitude, or more precisely, there is no need to make a person live as the way you want them to be. Perhaps yea, true, one might not be as alert as you but I believe he or she will still have good sides of theirs, not? I understand no one could be perfect, they might do something wrong at some times but I feel that we should stay calm and listen to their explanation first before we put in our two cents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are some human being who claim themselves as the-great (Don't point at me in this case, I was just joking all this while when claiming myself as tat gor the great). I feel SUPER SICK when talking to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey let's go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;But. It's super hot out there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's just from here to the other end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't want la it's so sunny outside!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are you being so picky and soft!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be so narrow minded k! Don't want to walk under the sun doesn't mean I'm soft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;But you are! Even my mum wouldn't mind walking! She's a tough woman!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Haih you don't talk about others first! Do you think yourself is behaving better than me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Frankly speaking, I really HATE and feel like giving a TIGHT SLAP/ PUNCH to this kind of human. Can you please, accept criticizes rather than putting two cents on others before acknowledging your own weaknesses? If you never realise how weak you are, you have never learn! A pathetic being you are definitely! Shame on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I also understand myself isn't perfect. If you're scolding me inside while reading this post, feel free to tell me. Comment it. I'll learn and improve. For I really cherish all cares and loves by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-216785837987780406?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/216785837987780406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-post-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/216785837987780406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/216785837987780406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-post-in-2011.html' title='2nd post in 2011'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4564125707381668805</id><published>2011-01-02T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:27:08.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's the 2nd year of new year of 2011; I was in Form 1 ten years back. Time flies. I read back my previous post, surprisingly I didn't blog about new year resolution! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It'd be a bit fake if I say I do not have anything in mind for this year. Perhaps, I just wanna be like how I am now - I'm living happily everyday :D Though there're some ups and downs sometimes but those things aren't gonna turn me around, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt; proved to them: I can LIVE WITHOUT YOUSSSSSSSSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom never willing to explain, I wouldn't bother anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom treat me as true friend, I will continue cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom care my truly, I will always appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom came across and left in my life, I wouldn't forget how I was being hurt and scarred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom had once cared of me, thank you for everything. But sorry that everything has come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;To those whom I had once cared before, I hope you'd still remember the days we used to laugh together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Be happy, be simple, be strong, and be smart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And these are my new year resolution&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4564125707381668805?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4564125707381668805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4564125707381668805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4564125707381668805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011!'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7535096670600059272</id><published>2010-12-28T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:19:13.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D. R. G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was feeling so down; I am feeling much more better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was running on the track mill, telling myself must let the Ipod to complete the whole Chopin Piano Concerto in E minor then only I can stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Only one thing flowed in mind at that time; it was right after work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I &lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; the me who is so stupid and no thinking skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I &lt;i style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; the me who always criticizes on others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;the me who can't see any sense of sympathy in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I &lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; the me who always not caring others' feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;it is all about how I dislike myself&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ever since third year, I found myself isn't that intelligent anymore (although I have never been)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ever since third year, I realized that how fickle a minded can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and most importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ever since third year, I have lost all my confidence and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish my true personality could have come back already after today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Julie presenting you - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1snhxCBaDc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I have confidence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7535096670600059272?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7535096670600059272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/d-r-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7535096670600059272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7535096670600059272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/d-r-g.html' title='D. R. G.'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8707772691580051168</id><published>2010-12-24T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:37:05.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Many friends have been asking if I have any plans for Xmas eve but apparently I do not have any; I prefer resting at home. I know I'm sounding so old hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, these few days I have been popping into my colleagues' so called territory everyday and I have not get tired of doing it. In simple words - I kacau them everyday at every moment! hahaha. regardless of how busy they are. But duh of course I will make sure they're in the kacau-able mode first before approaching them. hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I can still remember this conversation in my friend's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"you're now angry with me and we are in the war"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"don't let those idiots ruin your day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"oh yeah, I don't care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;it's not really a conversation; it was made up from few pictures. And yet, I got no idea why am I still thinking of these few phrases until to date. I asked myself, what would I do if the person I care is angry at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'Probably will get into him/ her and try to fix things out? Even if he or she is still not back on track, I'll approach them after some time later?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yea. This is my personality. To those I care, I really mean it. I was given loads of second chance in life, so I always do the same thing to others too. I'm not building an image like as if I'm very great, but this is somewhat my belief. It might not be believable to you since I have a sinful mouth. I used to tell that I wouldn't bother anymore if you repeat it again. Alright, here it happens, again. I would try not to care but I'm actually crying inside. No one would know how I feel, but to them, you've to bare for your own words mister! And I understand the rules very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I texted you today, but I still have not got any replies from you. I admit I do feel a bit unhappy for that, but to you it might just a simple text which need not to reply. I don't know how should I put it but I'm just feeling unhappy. Maybe it's because I've started to care of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8707772691580051168?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8707772691580051168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8707772691580051168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8707772691580051168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-eve.html' title='Xmas Eve'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4396724304639957355</id><published>2010-12-21T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:51:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Flipped through the photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Scanned through the friend lists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Looked at friends' profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;And even those people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;who I still have hard feeling with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is short, love is forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;I question myself always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;About the truth of this statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems no relation to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;I loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;I indulged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"  &gt;I sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell, off in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;A fragile thing to me&lt;br /&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;Not as tasty as how I look at it&lt;br /&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;Only exist if our heart are held together tightly&lt;br /&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;Is soon to break if either party leaves already&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least&lt;br /&gt;A new relationship&lt;br /&gt;Will still be born even if my soul doesn't exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just like how the Earth will keep on orbiting,&lt;br /&gt;albeit the living things are all not exist already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4396724304639957355?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4396724304639957355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4396724304639957355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4396724304639957355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/relationship.html' title='relationship'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7818373555639248326</id><published>2010-12-19T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:41:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>静思</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;沉静的夜晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;冬夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;孤灯下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;依窗渐感凉意 萧瑟的寒风 抖落了松树上的雪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;在绵绵的雪花里 眼前的一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;脑海里的一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;一阵烟味弥漫卧房&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;让人蠢蠢欲动的味道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;让我忍不住让它燃烧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;戒不掉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;花非花的情调&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;心瘾叫我无处可逃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7818373555639248326?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7818373555639248326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7818373555639248326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7818373555639248326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='静思'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4369943592691514100</id><published>2010-12-11T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:41:29.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heineken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't really drink, for me not being a good drinker. I do get drunk easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Normally when I get drunk, I'll get excited and be really happy with everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It seems like there's nothing would bother me, not even a tiny thing gonna turn me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate the feeling when the effect is gone - Normally it doesn't last for long, I mean when the moment I get drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everything flows into mind once I'm over the hangover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It just feels not good at all whenever I'm sober enough to think those shits again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Haihhhhhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Having fever now; How good it would be if I have someone staying by me to accompany me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4369943592691514100?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4369943592691514100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/heineken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4369943592691514100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4369943592691514100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/heineken.html' title='Heineken'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3361964842010238752</id><published>2010-12-04T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:07:36.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Care"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We normally do not really bother about others' stuffs. And what we normally do is whenever someone approaches us we would not want to get involved too much as not to give too much comments, becoming a listener will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We do not care about others' feelings. Even if we know he or she is feeling down, we often just ignore them as we know, there are things which we cannot help to solve. Or I should not say we do not care but we are afraid of getting into troubles. Too many times that it happened where when he or she is down, you approach them, consult them; they would not fully appreciate for your words since everyone has their own beliefs and practises. We not only really help but yet being judged. If it turns out to be something good then it is fine, otherwise, god bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Since we do not care about things happening around us during normal days, we would put all our focus on the matter we care. Can be an object or a person(s). This is when all the argument starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am expecting you to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope you are always here for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why can't just you listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why you always yell to the person you love you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, that is what being does to the person they care. I wonder how should I define the word "care" sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3361964842010238752?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3361964842010238752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3361964842010238752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3361964842010238752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/care.html' title='&quot;Care&quot;'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1440760827264732161</id><published>2010-11-27T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:56:03.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so drained right now but I just feel like expressing out the words inside desperately. I fear I would forget them again in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caring a person doesn't mean anything if he or she doesn't cherish it. Yet, caring a person also doesn't mean that you can do whatever you like by stating 'it is for your own good'. I hate people who say so when every time I hear, but I did this wonderful (stupid) thing not long while ago- My close friend was upset. I was wanting to help her, but I fell into the trap again. I've done something unnecessary and created troubles. Maybe it's because it has been a while for me to really take care of a person, truly from my heart. When I know she needs comfort, all I could think of at that time was to stay by her side, listen to her and that's it. I had forgotten about this- everyone has their own way of dealing things. It means, I had forgotten to respect others, again. I was seriously upset for that few days and nights, for myself not being able to handle things properly. It had somehow corroded my outcomes and reactions when work. My brains couldn't function as how I ask it to do, not at all. Yeah, I can still talk, fool around, get back to work, but there's another little thing which serves like the background application that cannot be turned off, even when I'm sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to live like that anymore, although I can't really help much with it. I have been living like this where the angel and demon are fighting inside on a daily basis. I'm tired, but I know I still have things to complete and the responsibility that I have to commit with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to improve, to a better person. But I know, it will somehow, get me back onto the ground. And that is when I call it fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1440760827264732161?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1440760827264732161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/fucked-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1440760827264732161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1440760827264732161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/fucked-up.html' title='Fucked up'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3988073598251457894</id><published>2010-11-22T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:14:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>It has been a while for me to blog. I surfed my friend's blog a moment ago and it is privatised now. I know this day would come after me telling her had found out her blog accidentally. Well, i hope everything goes well on your side MLJ although i wouldn't know anymore how's your life there since now am no longer able to access your page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. We get to know, we mingle, we laugh, we cry, we quarrel, and more. Yet in the end, we leave, to the other world. How pathetic it is to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever imagined a kid with autism was once living with her mum for her life, one day an accident has killed her mother, how can she continue to survive? She has no more love. No more care. How would you help, if that kid is your sister?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3988073598251457894?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3988073598251457894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3988073598251457894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3988073598251457894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7996206958536522029</id><published>2010-11-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:51:05.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's too late to apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我看我还是用华语写的好。其实我没想过你会到回来；那晚就失去理智写了这一篇。今天早上要撤除的，怎知看到你的回复。首先，先给你道歉。不应该意气用事，没经过大脑就写了那一篇。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;所谓的‘伤’，是友情。其实我不太会表达。比方说，以前在一起闹着玩着的，但是最后生疏了，是那种遗憾感慨。再次见面时当下却说不出话来，是自己内心的感触。不懂自己是否做错了什么导致今天的局面 - 过去的我只会怨他人，所以没有朋友。是学院开始自己忽然觉醒了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;至于同班同学，我只是看到chatbox上有我熟悉的名字，有些名字也不以为然地在那边，心中曾有很多问号。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;很谢谢你对于火车票的解释，我真的非常开心，亦非常愧疚。我听说的版本是说[你一早就在市中心逛着，等着我的电话。等到下午，太累了，要回家午睡也不行。那时候他在聚会时说：其实你一点都不想帮我，我自己惹出来的祸应该自己收尾，却还要麻烦到你。]我当下就说："蛤？她不是去跟朋友吃午餐吗？怎么会等我一整天了呢？" 当晚在旅馆没得上网所以没能问你，但回到来KL我MSN你但你每次都不在，我也就不了了之。不过，真的谢谢你的解释！我现在是&lt;b&gt;非常愧疚&lt;/b&gt;，误会了你那么深，还说了那么多伤人的话！对不起！是厚脸皮了一些，但愿你会原谅。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;对于你的真实个性，我尽量以最好的方式表达因为我担心我又说错话惹到你不高兴了。以下的话，若我有说错的，请你原谅。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我是读了你的文章后才懂其实你身上背负着的东西真的好多，好多。为了不让周边的人担心，你都把全部东西让自己一个人扛，不开心的都自己把肚里塞，都保持着好的一面让大家看。其实我是过来人（或许现在也是，只是不想再管了因为有心无力），有些事情我懂是不能随便找人倾诉的；要找到知心的更是难求。我不是在自以为是或有再自我猜测- 我看到你房间的相框，想必他们是这一路来给予你鼓励与支持的朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我说的faking around &amp;amp; if you hate me just speak out,话是说得很难听，对不起。有时候我感受到其实你是想以和为贵所以都作出所谓的牺牲。当下懂你是伤心，希望可以跟你谈心但却没成。我的用意是想至少你可以暂时放下负担，不要那么难受，活得开心。是我自大了，自以为很了解你，自以为我付出别人就要接受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;说真的，我的确在乎大家因为每次一起癫一起笑一起醉的时刻，我非常地开心。2nd year自己寂寞了一年，寒冷的夜晚自己在马路上走着等；3rd year认识你们的时候，那种反差，我不懂要怎么形容但我非常感谢。我懂我表达能力有限，说话的艺术是一点梗儿都没有。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;再次的，谢谢你的回复，对不起因为误会了你，对不起因为没经过大脑写了一番荆刺满篇伤害的你的话（我不懂伤害这个字会不会重了点，但我暂时想不到别的字眼）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;愿你心想事成，天天快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7996206958536522029?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7996206958536522029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-too-late-to-apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7996206958536522029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7996206958536522029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='it&apos;s too late to apologize'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6637118792737995933</id><published>2010-11-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:38:24.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the storm is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Few days ago I've done something which shouldn't have been done. I regretted of doing so. I don't see the point, just that at that particular moment, perhaps, I wasn't sane and firm enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know it's either I'll get hurt again or everything will be back to normal, of course I wish it'll turn out to be the second choice but now, I'm just in between of these two options. I don't feel hurt nor happy of the decision I've made, just to think that how naive I was to believe that I care for you and so you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I regretted of believing your words- how forgiving a person you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I regretted of believing your words- tell me who you are so that I can thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've actually forgotten about this until you mentioned it again- 'how do you cross along with my blog? Didn't let you know last time.' Yea, I wanted to know what's the reason behind it. I mean, even our classmates (ex) do know about your blog, what's so weird about letting me to know then? Yet I am still surprised until to date, what's your true personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was told that you actually didn't want to help to pass the train ticket to me, okay, it sounds bad to say this, but if you don't feel like helping me why can't you just tell me off at the first point? I did remind you on the day before I'd arrived at London, that my arrival time is at 5pm. I don't understand why had you told others saying you've waited me in town since the morning. In fact, I felt really bad because I've made you waited for me so long, mean while, I was overwhelmed by your words. Why are you faking around my dear? It's not like we're not friends. If you dislike me, why can't you just tell out? Yea, you can say I'm being thick skinned for not able to sense your unlikeness towards me and so bc.  I'm not sure if I'm over sensitive, but it seems like your attitude has changed right after the poster presentation. I tried talking to you yet apparently you didn't want to make the conversation keep on going. Is it because of as others say, I like you so you're actually avoiding me? If that's the case, how can you be such a selfish person? If you hate it, just speak out. Okay, or you just simply don't care about my feeling maybe? I got no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just feel so sick for those who can't tolerate one's attitude yet at the same time he/ she is practising it. Example, see! he's just so childish, he just likes to assume. How if when you're facing the person you care, wouldn't you be doing the same thing? I believe you will, too. So why are these people still complaining around while at the same time they can't keep their own words? Adding two cents onto others' attitude, what's the point?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for not leaving any comment on my post. Well, I don't even know if you've viewed that post but I guess everything has already come to an end. You may speak in heart: we don't even have started so where to come the ending? I wish you're not thinking like this, just in case you're reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;做人要多一份体谅，多一份关怀。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;在埋怨的那一刻，你是否已经明白别人的感受了？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;试着想一想别人的处境，再下定论。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;对，或许你有时候会认为我无理取闹，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但并不代表我没有仔细想过分析过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我也明白‘为了你’其实不是一个多了不起的东西，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我已经收起了我的骄傲，你呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6637118792737995933?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6637118792737995933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-storm-is-over.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6637118792737995933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6637118792737995933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-storm-is-over.html' title='Finally the storm is over'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-5942819297599003593</id><published>2010-10-31T01:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:07:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not that I don't want to let you know who I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I'm worrying is the consequences after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fear you may feel abused and hate it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When at the moment I retrieve to you my real identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For every time I read your posts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It seems like thousands of needle being stabbed into my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps we have undergone the same process,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at different time and place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or what your shoulder is taking everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is far out away from my imagination and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many times I wanted to ask you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are always no replies I had received,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they had really turned me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I have done which have led to all these shits to happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I wish I could know it one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the actual thoughts behind the scene of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here to apologize, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I've made you unhappy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had struggled for a long time, whether or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to comment on your chat box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many doubts and questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me for being a coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MLJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hope we're still friends, i mean it really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I regretted for my words: friends wouldn't meet up after back at home. I didn't expect it to happen between us (ad, yy, bc too) yet things went to left instead of right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-5942819297599003593?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5942819297599003593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5942819297599003593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5942819297599003593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-you.html' title='a note to you'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-394333243531628934</id><published>2010-10-24T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:51:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle Minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw my friend commenting on me, saying I'm being fickle minded in his opinion. Am I? Yes, I am. And so? What's the matter? Everyone changes time by time, so what's so special about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am just behaving like how I did, I used to call you whenever I feel to but Thursday, Friday and yesterday, again, after failing to reach you I've given up. Today, I saw you on MSN. I just said: I was expecting you to call back but you didn't, yet it's alright. In the end, you said: Don't talk those kind of nonsense again please, thanks. Frankly speaking, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; offended. I could feel you're having some problems and when I was about to ask you shut my mouth up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do think in that way which I am the one who want to keep in touch with everyone so I always call up to others. If it makes you ever felt annoying then it's fine. To me, I am doing something right. I am just trying to maintain the friendships (those I really mean it) as I know very well, friends are not easily found especially in this era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I shall repeat again here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will do anything just to gain happiness even if the prices to be paid are just massive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I know I were to leave you, I'll leave. You have your priority, and so I do. If it can't be copped, just let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-394333243531628934?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/394333243531628934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/fickle-minded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/394333243531628934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/394333243531628934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/fickle-minded.html' title='Fickle Minded'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6176814425381183320</id><published>2010-10-20T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:04:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had listened some songs on Youtube&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had then shared them on Facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So hard those words can be told&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About my feelings in my soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must be strong, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;To carry on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I know, I just can't stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here in heaven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lonely night it was today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could have seen myself in grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nocturnes by Chopin had been played&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repeated again and again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How sweet it could be just by listening to the melody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As like how I had dreamed myself dancing in rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one was there in that dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Besides the lonely shadow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That would follow me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;'till the end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of the day I could have stayed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teary and weary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emptiness and loneliness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside I always know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That they will never go..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6176814425381183320?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6176814425381183320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6176814425381183320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6176814425381183320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7256085351821215962</id><published>2010-10-19T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:42:14.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Sour; Spicy and Bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I have attended training since last Monday and it's going to an end by either tomorrow or Thursday and all SE staffs will be having a web conference on Friday with John Coyne, the founder of Western Digital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Working in WD for almost 3 weeks already, and I started to realise many things do not appear as how we exactly look at and think of. I am now working in a factory based company and it already has some politic issues so what about companies outside there? I had in fact misjudged someone by appearance. I thought xxx would be someone really nice and friendly but after some days of observing, I am actually wrong. (Pardon me for not typing out the name including sex for SAFETY purpose XD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually regretted of myself approaching my supervisor, asking for letting me to deal with real harddisk instead of studying on slides or lecture notes all over again and again. (I got back home by 830pm today!) I just simply do not understand some of the theories, for me having a bad interpretation on words especially theories! But the other side I am also happy. At least I have something to do now although it might be tough sometimes. p/s: Tough as in I find it quite annoying if I keep on asking people questions where I myself cannot really absorb whatever they have told me in one shot. 'I have confident in sunshine, I have confident in rain..' I wish I could be that cheerful as ever, like her, Maria. I tried searching for her video on Youtube but failed :( Anyhow, I just wish myself able to handle more things and stay calm and steady all the time. Sometimes I just feel so offended when people are being disrespectful to me and others. C'mon we are just colleagues, I do not owe you anything and so you do not owe me anything so what's the matter on earth you wanna communicate with others using that one kind of tone? That's really not the way to communicate with people man! Yes, you never raise your voice, yet the way you speak, your gestures, your use of verbs are just so irritating, do you know that?! Please learn to respect others, and to yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FIC MEH IF I IGNORE YOU?! CHEH! COME FUCK ME LA IF YOU DARE! NOT LIKE I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU DENG! #$%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^$e#@!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7256085351821215962?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7256085351821215962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-and-sour-spicy-and-bitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7256085351821215962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7256085351821215962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-and-sour-spicy-and-bitter.html' title='Sweet and Sour; Spicy and Bitter'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-71166940964372569</id><published>2010-10-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:07:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>1. Sometimes it's quite confusing while communicating with people under this condition- you care for that person an so when you text him/ her regarding words deep inside your heart, definitely you wish he/ she would reply something relieving. Yet some people would choose to ignore your text or just by replying 'okay'.. I don't really know how should I react on this kind of thing but I know quite clear about those who reply in that way. They just simply never care, or perhaps they would think: what else I can say since you've already having so much misconceptions in me? Only Guan Gong knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why can't everyone just stop critisizing others? I mean like, of course you can critisize because people live with gossips. I'm actually saying the other situation- when one gets into quarrel. Is there a need to claim all your credits describing as if you're a godlike human who have been contributing and sacrificing? It just makes me so sick when dealing with this kind of being. They just don't understand how weak they are, how fragile their heart is. What's the point of holding others' fault and repeat when every time you see them? Can you just give them a chance and even if they don't listen to your words you should learn to accept and forgive! They can point at you too, saying you are the one who hold on grudges and never want to acknowledge whatever changes that have been made by them. So, let me repeat. What's the point of making it a no return??? You think you're great, but others are great too! It's just that both of you just never put into opposite shoes and meditate! What you guys know is just to COMPLAIN! You guys just DON'T APPRECIATE but WANTING OTHER TO THANK YOU AT THE SAME TIME! How can it be??? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-71166940964372569?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/71166940964372569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/71166940964372569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/71166940964372569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6220594198422550086</id><published>2010-10-10T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:18:33.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What a significant number, 101010 which only be seen once in my life. And after 3 years there're no more repeating numbers as there's only 12 months in a year, not 13 lol. After 3 minutes it'll be 111010, and most importantly, MONDAY BLUESSSSSSS! I need to wake up by 645am tomorrow damnit! OMGOOOOOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so I'm now working at Western Digital, as a Failure Analyst. (This is why my friends have been calling me a failure engineer lol) I've been reading for the past one week; my first day was on 4th of October. The first two days were a nightmare as what I did was just read, read, and READ! Wednesday and Thursday I was reading too but at least my bio clock has finally shifted back so I wouldn't feel so damn tired especially after lunch. Friday I had a-whole-day orientation and so now I'm aware of the operation of the whole factory. Tomorrow (or more specifically later) I'll be attending a-ten-days training. Since I need to work for at least 9 hours a day and the training is at 9am, I think I'd just reach there by 8am, sit at there doing nothing or read on some books so that I can come back home early or go for gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I've slimmed down for at least 2-3kgs but in fact I didn't. It's still the same weight as I had when I was in UK! DAMNIT again! lols. No worries, 75kgs, I'm going for you now! Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6220594198422550086?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6220594198422550086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6220594198422550086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6220594198422550086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='101010'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1289919874796059245</id><published>2010-09-28T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:57:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally there's one company wanna hire me - Western Digital. I am feeling quite happy because finally I'm being hired but too am feeling sad because Imma say bai bai to my holidays, but I think it's been a long vacation for me already hasn't it? Since June until now, 4 months in total. Being home for almost 2 months, had celebrated brother's birthday at Genting, attended three interviews (luckily still got 3 lol), started to have two creditors - mum and dad for helping me to pay for the car, and gone to Hong Kong for vacation (since my brother got attacked by epilepsy again in August so we've decided to let him enjoy life more). I guess this's my recent updates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things come and go, sometimes I'd find myself hanging in my own world as some part of mine doesn't really want to face the reality. It's so discomforting to see them sometimes but in deep I know I still have to face them in future, so sometimes people would be asking why am I behaving in such a way like there's no more tomorrow and always make decisions randomly. Perhaps that'd be the answer? For once my friend told me- for those who doesn't appreciate your friendship you can only leave it there and move forward. It's their loss of doing it but we can only blame on the different personality of both having that's why we can't cope and make things out together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If a person loves you, she might do anything for you yet at times you might feel a bit uncomfortable as you're being overwhelmed although you appreciate it a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you do something doesn't suite her taste, she'd want you to change to her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She cares for you that's why she wants for your own good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so, which one do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1289919874796059245?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1289919874796059245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-good-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1289919874796059245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1289919874796059245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-good-day.html' title='A Good Good Day'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4760998082114432830</id><published>2010-09-19T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:13:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighto fighto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Was on youtube and facebook for the past 1.5 hours, watching videos from Martha Argerich and Faye Wong. I wow from my heart every time I see them (as in watching tubes of them). A little envious I had today when looking at them, I wish I could be like them one day- it's actually one of my dreams to be a celebrity or artist and to perform on stage. Anyhow, those are just dream and I know it very well. Image wise, I don't have such a captivating frame, not to mention I've never been thin or looking fit before in my life haha! Yea, I'm proud to say I'm given a very good musical sense yet if say to be a pianist I'm still far behind especially on technical part. AND AND AND, the main problem is, I'm not determined enough ever since the day I born. Like practising on the piano, the maximum I'd sit still on the bench would be one hour I suppose, including warm ups and running through the pieces (where each piece can be at least 5 minutes long, most of them are about 10 minutes). So say if I were to master a piece, I should be at least spending 12 hours a day on just learning the notes and then only putting in emotions. While for slimming down part, the progress is still running of course, yet it seems like it's not being carried out as expected. So, apparently I didn't work hard although I do spend about 6 hours on exercising in gym every week. After 3 weeks, my weight is still remaining at 83/84 kgs wtf! SIGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's nothing I can actually do to chase for my that two dreams unless I go for ASTRO singing competition which is when my brains get short circuited. Haha. Too many distractions in life and always I try really hard to stay focused even though the outcomes do not seem to be really friendly to me :S So, the only thing I could to compensate my dream is to be like.. Bill Gates??? :D I must at least be successful in career, in my specialist! Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dreamt of a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A dream where everything comes true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Raindrop on roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And whiskers on kittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bright copper kettle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And warm woollen mittens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Brown paper packages and tied up with strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;These are a few of my favourite things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I performed this song when I was Form 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the hall of Catholic High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Such a reminisce to have all these feelings back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When everyone cheered for my performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I can see smiles from every faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When everyone discussed about my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I felt so satisfied for giving such a performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, it also reminded myself for being so arrogant and wiseacre. Guess what, I answered my senior "Master" when he asked me about my qualification in piano playings. I can still remember his facial expression until now, a grin plus a hopeless smile. Anyhow, whatever had happened in the past can't be changed and it'll forever stay. I wish time can be fast forwarded so that I can get to see a better view of myself and slowly observe how much I have changed or improved or maybe just simply the same? Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay, back to topic. For once again, FIGHTO FIGHTO!!! Somehow I really wish I can be a celebrity, syok sendiri to the max kan? HAHAHAHAAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4760998082114432830?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4760998082114432830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighto-fighto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4760998082114432830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4760998082114432830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighto-fighto.html' title='Fighto fighto!'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4040027463999113044</id><published>2010-09-10T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:58:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always see how people behave and react towards things happening around them and always I reflect it onto myself, and think what would happen if the same happen on me. Definitely I'll be sad whenever I know someone is backstabbing me, especially on those I was once cared about. I don't see the point of forcing myself to be welcomed by everyone, although it has already been practising since my college life, for me being a loather during primary and secondary school. I know I've changing, or in fact I'm trying really hard to improve myself everyday but somehow I still getting critics from all. It feels sucks of knowing my negatives when one tells me about it, yet I too feel happy because I know I can still change. I hate others to use me, because I always treat everyone by heart although things always do not turn out as what I thought. Why did it happen? What did I say or do wrongly and had offended them? Sometimes I wish to ask but I know they'll never tell simply because we're just friends aren't we? If there're so many things to be taken account while chilling with you(s), what's the purpose of it then? Friends are meant to be happy when together, get fooling around and doing something crazy right? I understand very well- If one doesn't care about you, no matter what you do will never be appreciated. It always happens on me, the most recent one was during my 3rd year, my classmates. I'm not sure what have I done, yea, we can chat or whatsoever but I can smell there's a little problem lies in it. I'm just merely a classmate to them, not even a friend, that's how I felt. So I just don't understand, from starting very good buddies ended up in such a way, when and what have I done which led to this? What made them commented "We never really care if you join us or not?" Every time when this sort of thing happens, frankly speaking I never blame them, I'd only relate it to myself, it must be my fault, just like for this. Or as my the other friend said, I'm just a passer-by in their UK life? So what makes them must be a close friend of yours and so to them? I kinda agree with her, just that it really takes time for me to heal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ups and downs, and I'll continue climbing, until I've found my dreams to come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Guan Gong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4040027463999113044?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4040027463999113044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4040027463999113044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4040027463999113044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3060463013081108079</id><published>2010-09-03T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:47:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>030910</title><content type='html'>Tonight might be a sleepless night for me again. I am still not able to live alone, then why want to live life brilliantly? I am thinking of you again tonight, I wished we could have more conversations going on, I hoped you would text me telling me you are safely back since I have already shown my number on MSN, little greedy in me even day dreamt of you coming to KL to meet me up. I fear I fall back onto that region again, I just lose control for my every soul. Frankly speaking I already don't mind about the words I was being told off by your friend on what you actually felt on helping me although I really hate it and it was really hurtful and distasteful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind has been growing differently nowadays since the first day being home- I used to not to care, I used to ignore, but now everything has changed. I started to feel each of the emotions in air and I am always thinking ways to face it so that I would not be unprepared if it suddenly pops out. HOWEVER I wish things will never be out of my control when they come.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went for my second interview today, at Western Digital applying as a Failure Analyst. Basically is about troubleshooting the faulty hard discs and compile all of the findings which to be sent to my supervisor, if I am getting offered. Actually what in my mind is just a plain paper, the only word I can describe myself for now. I don't know which field I should go on, and as the fortune teller says, I should just be concentrating on gaining experience. Guess what? My interviewer commented that I am kind a quiet person, SO DESU KA?? Hahahaha! May God be with me and guide me all the way! Thank you Guan Gong! hehehe =) :D ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3060463013081108079?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3060463013081108079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/030910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3060463013081108079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3060463013081108079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/030910.html' title='030910'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2670015800558321508</id><published>2010-08-29T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:46:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscene</title><content type='html'>We spent our day together today&lt;br /&gt;The rendezvous after 730 days&lt;br /&gt;The memory we had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Were all splashed out just now&lt;br /&gt;I missed the time we had&lt;br /&gt;Where all of us were fooling around&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed being a student&lt;br /&gt;Have had an awesome college life&lt;br /&gt;When I sat in your car today&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed my mind it has become,&lt;br /&gt;Again it has become..&lt;br /&gt;A pure heart we long for&lt;br /&gt;If only we have a pure mindset&lt;br /&gt;If only we could recognize them&lt;br /&gt;If we are still living in grey today&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful world forever we will never stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2670015800558321508?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2670015800558321508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2670015800558321508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2670015800558321508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscene.html' title='Reminiscene'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3520035937724132994</id><published>2010-08-28T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:19:55.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I address it wrongly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause it's already not being the first time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of these have been my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where I actually never planned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be in part of it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is not always black and white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And that's why love can be blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh how many times it could be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repeating all over again and again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruised and battered by all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is why I hate myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For approaching towards the endless pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have never learnt from mistakes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I wish,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All these lessons are now enough for me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3520035937724132994?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3520035937724132994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/loser-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3520035937724132994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3520035937724132994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/loser-me.html' title='Loser Me'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2255403192054681077</id><published>2010-08-28T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T03:39:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's showering outside, late late night. Had an awesome night with my buddies - SP and PK1. We went for dinner at AC and movie at Summit, we watched 'Grown Ups'. It's really a nice movie! It begins with five kids competing in a basketball tournament, and they've got champion, the first champion in their coach's life. The coach was really proud of them, and celebrated at a villa cheering for their achievement. Thirty years later, five grown up kids received a news that the coach has passed away and they were invited to the funeral. They decided to put off the ashes on top of the hill at the villa nearby where the main part comes in. Everyone came with their family and was nicely topped up. In the end, all of them thought of their pasts, regretting of themselves forgetting the basic principles as a being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is an ongoing process. For once we miss it, forever it will be missed. Pause and ponder, and relax. Looking back to yourself as if you're watching a movie, tracing back the footprints you'd left in wherever places you've gone, sounds good ain't it? Most importantly, live life to fullest with no regrets. If there's a choice, why not choosing a cheerful life? If today's not a good day, it'll never be an end; but a good day will always be an intermission where our final goals are awaiting for us to arrive! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2255403192054681077?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2255403192054681077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2255403192054681077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2255403192054681077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-night.html' title='Rainy night'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8880018394331673039</id><published>2010-08-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:19:02.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOYOYO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Was reading at the autograph of mine, read back some of the comments ppl had on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;How much have I changed? People have been commenting me that I don't know how to hide for my own feeling. All my true feelings will just be presented on my face. Two person told me off this directly in my autograph, while others were telling me they can always get the most sincere feedback from me. But they're just basically the same thing aren't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;I could always remember how a helpful person I was and how I ended up with them. I was indeed always disappointed with others' respond in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Well, that was me during five years back. Perhaps I didn't change much too until to date? Besides being fatter and taller hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Just recalled of my friend's words: Try to observe more on a person's good point rather than criticizing their attitude. This'll make you to a cheerful person and you'll definitely gain more. Appreciate it my friend. I know I've been regarding myself as a not-too-bad personality one that's why I always feel offended while seeing others behaving as how as not I expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.Happy. Wealthy. Healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;That's what I want my life to be and IT WILL BE =))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8880018394331673039?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8880018394331673039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/yoyoyo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8880018394331673039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8880018394331673039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/yoyoyo.html' title='YOYOYO'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6424788866103009156</id><published>2010-08-08T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T03:09:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>上了大学才知道</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;01.上了大学才知道，两个天天在一起的人不一定是朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;，有可能什么都不是。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;02.上了大学才知道，从来不要和别人争论什么，因为那&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;是没有结果的，无论谁对谁错。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;03.上了大学才知道，手机是有事的时候用的，并不是为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;了交流感情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;04.上了大学才知道，真心对一个人好不一定有回报，而&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;你忽略的人往往有可能是最重视你的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;is the other person treating you by heart too just that you never bother it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;05.上了大学才知道，很多东西是可遇而不可求的，很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;东西你只能拥有一次。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;06.上了大学才知道，恋爱不一定是真心的，有可能是利&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;益关系，有可能是攀比心理。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;07.上了大学才知道，原来中学老师教的是那么好，那么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;负责任。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;08.上了大学才知道，很多时候自己遇到不开心事，千万&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;不要渴望别人同情，大多数人会采取冷漠回敬的。那样会更&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;让人家看不起。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Not all people are behaving like this, yet of course, silence is still golden somehow as some people just dislike others commenting their attitude. Too high pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;09.上了大学才知道，有很多东西是不属于你的，你使劲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;强求会遭天遣的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;There's nothing which is belonged to any of us in this world, only yourself. So live for yourself, what's the point of craving for others' heart ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;10.上了大学才知道，生活是有很多不公平的，你一定要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;正视，相信实力和群众的眼睛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Life has been never fair. You'll slowly find out more, other than the mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;11.上了大学才知道，人的性格可以差异到如此之大。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Nothing is eternally unchanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;12.上了大学才知道，一个人要自己对自己好，因为真正&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;关心你的人很少，有了事他们也不一定会在你身边。所以要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;自己照顾自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Being independent and carefree will shape you into a better person. Get a optimistic personality too of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;13.上了大学才知道，课程会在你不经意间，拉下很多，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;期末考试前不一定能补回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;14.上了大学才知道，钱用的是那么快，用钱的地方是那&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;么多。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;15.上了大学才知道，从现在开始应该把握每一个你能把&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;握的人，放弃你留不住的人，不要因为想留住个别人而失去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;一群人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I indeed like this phrase a little, well that's the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;16.上了大学才知道，自己一定在乎自己的自尊，因为你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;的自尊在别人眼里根本不算什么。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If you don't trust your heart how could you expect it from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;17.上了大学才知道，不要心情不好的时候对周围人发脾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;气，渴望他们谅解你，人家不是你的父母，现在你可以明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;父母对自己多么重要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;There're many kinds of parents in this world, not all are the same. BUT, they're still the ones who brought you up to this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;18.上了大学才知道。即便有人对情感看的无所谓，你一&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;定要坚信，人之间的感情，有可能会令所有东西无法超越的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;，但记住，只是有可能。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;19.上了大学才知道，会遇到许多自己看不惯的人或事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;但那与你无关，别人爱咋整随他便，别生不该生的气，不值&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;20.上了大学才知道，许多曾经的人会变的让你认不出，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;但请留住回忆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;21.上了大学才知道，会遇到很多诱惑，无论别人怎么样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;，你是你，你有你的原则和底限。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;22.上了大学才知道，会有人很讨厌你或者和你过不去，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;但是他爱怎么样就怎么样，我们要大度，不和小人计较，但&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;前提是你正确。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;You're only able to do so if you're qualified to justify on your own attitude. Not all can practise this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;23.上了大学才知道，很多人无法理解男女之间的朋友关&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;系，在一起就一定是恋人，不是恋人就一定不能在一起。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;24.上了大学才知道，学习要刻苦，因为凭聪明就能应付&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;大学科目的人是风毛翎角。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;So this is what I behaved and I get the karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;25.上了大学才知道，原来时间一空闲下来是那么无聊，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;丝毫没有中学的充实的感觉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Get a target or more rudely, get a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;26.上了大学才知道，太在乎别人了往往会伤害自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Different expectations, different point of views, and always there's a point of no return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;27.上了大学才知道，对自己好的人会随着时间的流逝越&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;来越少。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And so you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;28.上了大学才知道，可以不把所有人当朋友，但千万不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;能把一个人当敌人，至少可以当同学。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;29.上了大学才知道，玩你能玩的起的，玩不起的千万别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;玩，不然会输的什么都没有的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;30.上了大学才知道，快乐常常来自回忆，而痛苦常常来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;自于回忆与现实的差距。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Don't be so pessimistic, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;31.上了大学才知道，原来上课，吃饭，上自习常常得自&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;己一个人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;32.上了大学才知道，有很多人的想法与做法你无法理解&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;，或是根本不知道他在想什么，千万别在那揣摩或者瞎猜，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;那样会让自己累，既然人家要保持神秘感那就让人家保持去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;啊，自己又不是占星师。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Haha that's why, don't think too much! Only go for the person you care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;33.上了大学才知道，每个人都是带有“地方特色”的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;34.上了大学才知道，别人请客吃饭或着自己请别人吃饭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;都是很平常的，甚至请一个不怎么熟的人都是有可能的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;35.上了大学才知道，每个人都是认为自己的家乡最好，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;无论他的家乡贫穷或富裕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6424788866103009156?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6424788866103009156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_3609.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6424788866103009156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6424788866103009156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_3609.html' title='上了大学才知道'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-427982642972574342</id><published>2010-08-06T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:37:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched on a Taiwanese series while having dinner just now. The actor said this to the actress: I'm swearing to the sea, that our love will never change. I'm swearing again to the sea, that I'll work hard for our future. The actress was so touched and eyes was filled with tears.. So, this's probably the scene it'd happen in drama I guess? Not to say totally it won't happen in real life, but everything seems to be unreal if they break up isn't it? I came across with those words few years back, when I was in college. I had been seeing couples hugging each other, sweeeeeet-ing here and there, promising around etc but once they got apart everything changed. Of course I can't say I won't be saying things like those if I get into a relationship, but every time my subconscious mind has been reminding me about the truth behind the paper face. That's life? and What's Next? C'est la vie ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-427982642972574342?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/427982642972574342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/427982642972574342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/427982642972574342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4200585403984054980</id><published>2010-08-06T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:04:32.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>习惯</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了一个人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了不说话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了不沟通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了不关心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了不体谅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了不理会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自己走路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自己逛街&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自己用餐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自己哭泣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自己傻笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;自言自语&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;有一天我遇上了你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我们俩都意志同合&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我们都&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;了孤单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我们也&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;体谅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;当然也&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;习惯不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;迁就&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;人与人之间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;最需要沟通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;说话的能力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;是上天所赐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's simply because I've already used to it so whenever it is being deprived, countless of needles it will stab on my heart. Or just because I don't want to lose it and so I make it to be how I want it, however, this is indeed the factor which makes things worse, and, in the end, everything gets screwed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Human are born to adapt, but also to tolerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;One can advise others but can't insist others to change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;simply because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;it is already a routine of that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4200585403984054980?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4200585403984054980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4200585403984054980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4200585403984054980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_05.html' title='习惯'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4780339560816984600</id><published>2010-08-02T06:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:38:09.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后一夜</title><content type='html'>1113夜晚 晴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回着leeds的路途上，每个人都显得非常地累。从匈格利到伦敦再到现在，总共有12小时了吧。刚才一路走着去找朋友拿票时mp3刚好播着yiruma's kiss the rain。心里其实是非常地低落但在人海茫茫中，我的心情又是属于那个国度呢？每个路人都朝着他们的目的地走着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我担心她会不会过得好。我希望刚才我们谈话的时间会再长一些但我又担心或许你在忙着。谢谢你愿意出来，我非常地感激。我很清楚正因为我们是来自同一个世界的人，所以我们这一世只可以做朋友。很多时候我都希望我会是你谈心的对象，虽然我懂我根本不会遇见这一天。来又如风，去又如风，人生正式如此。就因为遇见了，所以才会分开。但也是因为分开了，才懂得珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸，老了，&lt;br /&gt;妈妈，也老了。&lt;br /&gt;二姐，开始顾虑多了，&lt;br /&gt;哥哥，也慢慢懂事了。&lt;br /&gt;我呢？我此刻想做的东西非常多。我想完成的东西更多！我恨不得时间可以被加速到十年后，哪怕我需要陪上我几年的性命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大风刮起，却带不走一点情感。留在人间的一切，最终都会成为历史。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4780339560816984600?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4780339560816984600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4780339560816984600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4780339560816984600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='最后一夜'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3791677000467317893</id><published>2010-08-01T05:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T05:50:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>So I felt seriously helpless while having shower just now. I feel myself is still living in the scene of 19th century taking placr in the opera house in Paris. The masquerade is still being conducted, the music continues playing, guests continue dancing, dancers continue performing, and, the phantom is still watching them, from the top of the opera house. He sees no true faces, only a fancy mask on every face he could see. He tries to guess what is the truth behind the scene but it fails, same as how people always try to imagine of his true contour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human is the most selfish animal. One desired to subjugate and there the war was introduced. When one is lonely he would start to get back to his friends but when he doesn't need any he can just ditch them away. When one needs advantages he'd start hunting for his prey and fully make use of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Paper faces on parade . . .&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Hide your face,&lt;br /&gt;so the world will&lt;br /&gt;never find you!&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Every face a different shade . . .&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Look around -&lt;br /&gt;there's another&lt;br /&gt;mask behind you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3791677000467317893?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3791677000467317893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/masquerade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3791677000467317893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3791677000467317893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2616380056417743779</id><published>2010-07-31T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:10:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2nd Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be flying back to London then head back to Leeds and lastly going back to my mamaland on the next day. In fact I should name this post as The Last Day since I wouldn't have any spare time to blog I guess. My tourmates are from all over the world - Spore, Australia, South Africa, United States, Canada, New Zealand and us. All of them seem carefreely living and enjoying their vacation very much. Some are going to other places like Sweden after this tour and more. I met one aunt from Australia, she started playing piano at the age of 5 and got her MSc when she was 17 years ols. She is 70+ now I think, her hairs are all white, wrinkles over her skins. She still plays nowadays but is not as good as before. She would too like me, play some favourite pieces when we can't sleep in the night. Whenever she can't sleep in midnight she would play the Pathetique Sonata by Beethoven, and always recall of her dead husband. She's living alone in the farm with her kids living abroad. Her eyes were red when she said that, and so I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would undergo these processes in life, it seems to be defined in this way somehow since the world is created. But there're too little tiny things which would give a great impact to our life which we call them fates. I believe every being has already got their life fated to some extend. Shame to say this but indeed there're things which really can't be changed, it's even beyond the god's limit. Only we can choose to live the way we want, yet always we're bothered by the environment we're living at and living for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has never been fair. &lt;br /&gt;Life is just a game.&lt;br /&gt;We got no choice for not to participate since the day we're born. We can't choose to play in such way we long for. I know how the game goes, i know the rules and i also have the cards being dealt in hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2616380056417743779?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2616380056417743779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-2nd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2616380056417743779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2616380056417743779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-2nd-day.html' title='Last 2nd Day'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3151333594955926669</id><published>2010-07-30T06:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:50:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 5th day</title><content type='html'>Was listening to yanzi's songs while immersing in bath tub just now, it was randomly played from my phone actually. Somehow it has recalled back the period when I addicted to that few songs so much, which was two years back around this timr too, 720 days in total i suppose? I then looked and stared on myself in the mirror for some while. Have i changed? Have i already corrected my problems? It seems like I have never learnt from my pasts, it has been repeating all over again and again. I hate myself for taking things so seriously. I hate how ppl being ignorant to me. I hate myself for being childish and stupid. I hate myself for caring ppl who would never have a little bit of interest on me. Yea, i always try my best to be good to everyone but whenever it comes to ppl who i care or trust i'll then start to talking nonsense where most of the time i never mean it for example i feel annoyed if someone asks me sth understood. Again, i hate myself for having a sinful mouth. I always comment on others when im with someone i trust yet they'd somehow misunderstood me is implying the same thing to them. I hate myself for putting priorities on the wrong side where in the end i always hurt myself, and the friendship got faded. I already tried very hard to control my words but every time also i feel others have been accommodating me. I always make a situation into a havoc and only realise OH SHIT when my other friend tries to 'put a ladder' in btwn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God pls bless me, for reshaping me into a better person.. Thank you for the guidance all this while. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3151333594955926669?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3151333594955926669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-5th-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3151333594955926669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3151333594955926669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-5th-day.html' title='Last 5th day'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4900816389634368188</id><published>2010-07-28T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:31:31.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last six days</title><content type='html'>Finally i'm off from a student life and currently in an unemployment world. I have been in Europe since the day after my convocation on the 21st. I was really happy and delighted when I was in the Great Hall - where my convo took place at. Finally it has come to an end and a more challenging life is awaiting for my arrival along the road. I wish I've had learnt whatever I've been longing for and also will always remember the moments I had in Leeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens in the past stays in the past, whatever had happened in the club stays in the club, for once my friend told me this. I've made right and wrong decisions in this two years, also had undergone different experiences in life which I'd never expect them to happen. I made a lot of friends, of course with some are really kind hearted and helpful ones. Every time when I listen to their stories ultimately I always feel myself being so lucky!! Credits to all of you includinf my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also met some friends whom are meant important to me. MLJ and Apek they are. I'd never expect myself of missing them so much since July. Perhaps they're the ones who I've much influenced by and also the ones who had made my day when I was being grounded. We never really speak out our problem, or in fact we actually don't really trust each other yet for now, but I really glad for knowing them! I also know both of you won't be reading this but still, I'm here to thank two of you for treating me so well  I sincerely pray to god, wishing the day of us drinking our heart out to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4900816389634368188?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4900816389634368188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-six-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4900816389634368188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4900816389634368188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-six-days.html' title='The last six days'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-4607598057134342559</id><published>2010-07-14T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:54:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我是谁？其实我根本就是一个废人。我从未为自己设定过什么目标，从来没有做过什么人生计划。出生在一个优裕的家庭，成长，所谓温室里的小花正是形容着我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;从小到大，我都没有什么主见。大部分的东西都是别人叫我做，我才做。打个比方参加演讲、唱歌比赛等，其实是从小父母叫我去我就去。而想得奖的心态，莫过于不希望父母失望吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;在课业上其实也都一样。很多时候我都很想放弃，不读了！但是每当想起父母的期望就紧逼自己一定要努力完成 - 这是我唯一能为他们所做的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;如果你问我，有想过自己十年后会怎样吗？我的答案：我不懂。反正我很善变，我正如变色龙一般。此刻心情想做什么，就做什么。没有为自己做过什么安排，就纯粹因为我不喜欢计划！我承认，我喜欢繁忙的自己，我厌恨无聊！我宁可累得半死也要过的很充实！喜欢繁忙，喜欢做东西，但却不喜欢被约束，正如少爷仔的性格。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;今天，我流泪了。忽然之间我觉得自己是败类之首。我完全生活在自我时空，没有顾虑任何东西。对于做事的态度，我一直以来都没有很积极，都是抱着做了就算的心情。我不喜欢生活在压力之下，但又希望可以有个‘别人的’目标而活下去。对于音乐方面，我是认为自己算是有天分，有梦想过自己当钢琴家，更有梦想过自己去当明星。可是，每当面对练琴或去把自己的身材练好的时候，我就会放弃了。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;所谓的积极的态度，我仿佛从来没碰过呢！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;当一个人对一件事有兴趣，他会放入心思，&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;积极&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;地去完成。但当一个人想做一件事，但没有很大的兴趣，请问这样是代表没有心吗？我不懂。因为我从来都没有去想过这个问题。固执的我，只是想坚持自己的信念。不懂是从哪里来的自信心，自读学院以后仿佛什么事情我都觉得自己可以应付得到，是到紧要关头我才愿意采取行动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;废人，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;败家子，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;败者之首，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;没有灵魂的身躯，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;很多时候我都问天。为何外表活得很光彩的人心里都会有很悲痛的事情？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;是因为公平起见，所以有得必有失吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;是因为我们拥有的比其他人多，所以我们的内心也要比其他人承受的折磨更多吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-4607598057134342559?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4607598057134342559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4607598057134342559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/4607598057134342559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='我'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1243491701219682273</id><published>2010-07-13T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:25:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double F's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Before the holiday started, or more precisely before the poster presentation, we were so hyperactive and close to each other. We chat, lapan here and there, playing cards, getting drunk etc. Those happy moments we had, I'll always remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Now everything has changed. We aren't fooling around together anymore, no longer chatting like nobody business. Even on the messenger also we can't get the right flow of the conversation nowadays.. Perhaps we don't have anymore common topic to talk about? Like projects/ studies etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Somehow I just realised I've been caring too much. To them, maybe I'm just a person who had entered their life and had left. So, they'd never really care about my existence - they're always together. Me turning up there or not doesn't really a matter, if I turn up probably they just need to prepare another set of cutlery and seat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;This is real life. Every time I put myself into such a dilemma. I can't help from stopping myself not to care or helping others. Yeah, I don't mind but sometimes the feedbacks I've got were not really nice to be heard somehow. Some are really mean ones. I accepted it, and have also forgiven them for having a sinful mouth nonetheless, already forgiven doesn't mean I'll forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Those scars... will never be healed. In fact, I'd always putting salt on the wound after some time, letting the chemical reactions to take its role and myself enjoying the pain in vain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1243491701219682273?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1243491701219682273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-fs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1243491701219682273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1243491701219682273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-fs.html' title='Double F&apos;s'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8390286351682587587</id><published>2010-07-02T06:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:42:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>I wish I could have done a lot of things. So many thoughts in mind these days, so many things I wish I could have mastered or learnt or practised. Many times even myself also can't understand why am I behaving like that in which my heart does not really want to. I never thought of this or that either. Just that in others' eyes I do look like that one kind but it doesn't mean I really do. Or my action tells everything by then? as a saying goes, action reflects your heart's speaking. is that true? sometimes it's true sometimes it's not I shall say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up, a more well rounded, an independent and a good analyser I wanna be!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8390286351682587587?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8390286351682587587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8390286351682587587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8390286351682587587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2904084417575370501</id><published>2010-06-29T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:27:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE THE MAN PLS</title><content type='html'>i guess you've been in down for days and i think you should stop it. didn't you promise yourself not to emo anymore? when few months back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs in life. it depends how we deal with them really, how we control our emotions towards problems heading us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget there're other things which are even more important in your life. you've your missions to complete. God must have thought of a solution for you before he gave you such a problem. No worries, you're blessed, many blessings that you've already got from your family, your friends and again, God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stand up, no more blaming and get a life please! stay focus on your targets and strive it! for solutions you long for, when the time comes God will release. :D :D :D :D ;) ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2904084417575370501?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2904084417575370501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-man-pls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2904084417575370501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2904084417575370501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-man-pls.html' title='YOU&apos;RE THE MAN PLS'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-9162778643505553336</id><published>2010-06-28T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:22:40.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>titleless</title><content type='html'>Truth that always not to be told&lt;br /&gt;Masks that have been always worn&lt;br /&gt;Sadness that had never been expressed&lt;br /&gt;suppose a perfect appearance it shall give&lt;br /&gt;however one heart fills with emptiness always&lt;br /&gt;also with nothingness overshadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't see the point of acting in front of others. if you're unhappy with something, why is it so difficult to voice it out? if you do really care, what's the purpose of lying to yourself and others, again and again by saying fuck i care? what's the point of holding such a pathetic like isn't it? no man isn't an island, that's true however a human without emotions would not make you who you are. if you really fic (fuck i care), then pls fic it yeng-ly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;role in your life, some parts are fixed some are not. we have to learn to face and accept it, for things which can't be changed or beyond God's limit. all of sudden i thought of this: a smiling person actually is crying in heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-9162778643505553336?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/9162778643505553336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9162778643505553336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/9162778643505553336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/titleless.html' title='titleless'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6261347455527595217</id><published>2010-06-26T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:59:54.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Vs iLand</title><content type='html'>Had a very fun+nice+happening trip in Scarborough, two days one night. The shops across the south bay are literally.. speechless? all are casinos or arcades wtf haha. Something had happened during the trip and they somehow had some stimulation on me, until today. yea, it had a strong effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days a year, 30 days a month, 24 hours a day, but how often do we live in reality? do we really know what're the things to be faced in future or we just live life to fullest as we can? life to fullest ain't doing something wrong but are we gonna assure whatever decisions that had been made and actions had been taken are correct? it's easy to say, no regrets on my way yet is it really that easy to be practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of thinking of a same matter again and again if you've never ever thought of changing it? NO POINT! even if you've strong determinations there ARE indeed things that you can really be NO effect on them. for those matters, just leave them aside and just leave them unrevealed. if you think you're well prepared of facing the consequences when the truth is being revealed you can then only be regarded as live life to fullest thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is in our hands but i understand there're some ppl who cant really put themselves in our shoes and there come hell if our closest persons in life accidentally figure those secrets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iLand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;being honest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;things unsaid to be boxed and kept in a dark place somewhere heart forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6261347455527595217?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6261347455527595217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-vs-iland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6261347455527595217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6261347455527595217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-vs-iland.html' title='Reality Vs iLand'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3124995990244696100</id><published>2010-06-22T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:46:58.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>I've got my results yesterday, I've got a first class degree. I'm really not satisfied with my project mark, even until now I am still so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm holding the cards I was dealt as before, perhaps, would my strategy the same as before too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being two years in UK, and this is, my achievement. &lt;br /&gt;'why didn't I work harder before this?'&lt;br /&gt;'why did I take it for granted?' &lt;br /&gt;'I've not done many things yet but why was I so confident that I can get a first?' &lt;br /&gt;Have been hearing them from some part of my brains since yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought myself has already done a lot of work if compared to others, and always myself forgetting there're other people who are working even harder than I do. Frankly speaking, when I heard others getting higher marks than me, I feel sad. Not because they got better than me, but is that I feel shame for myself. Arrogantly I assumed myself will perform better than them for no reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank God for guiding me, helping me all the way. Thanks for the blessings and supports. I should be satisfied with my performance with such kind of sucks attitude. No more complains! No more taking things for granted once I start working. It should be my practice from now on - strive for anything as hard as I can. No one would understand one's problem, only he himself understands, learns to face it and improve it, or will die in the end.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting it wrong at the first time is forgiveable, if repeating it again then you're just a jerk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3124995990244696100?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3124995990244696100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3124995990244696100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3124995990244696100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3630350528334423874</id><published>2010-06-21T07:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:04:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>时光机</title><content type='html'>不是时间冲淡一切&lt;br /&gt;而是因为&lt;br /&gt;随着年龄的增长&lt;br /&gt;有更多的事情&lt;br /&gt;涌进脑里&lt;br /&gt;把过去的记忆&lt;br /&gt;推入更隐蔽的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我刚才乘搭了时光机&lt;br /&gt;回到过去&lt;br /&gt;发现&lt;br /&gt;其实一切都没有改变&lt;br /&gt;造成伤疤的地方&lt;br /&gt;看了后&lt;br /&gt;都还是觉得有略疼痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;返回来了&lt;br /&gt;慕然回首&lt;br /&gt;要是时间重来&lt;br /&gt;我还会重复吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候 还真想&lt;br /&gt;赶紧地 从这梦&lt;br /&gt;醒过来。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悲之梦 恨之梦&lt;br /&gt;爱之梦 泪之梦&lt;br /&gt;盼之梦 梦中梦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3630350528334423874?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3630350528334423874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3630350528334423874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3630350528334423874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_21.html' title='时光机'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6195167071588650318</id><published>2010-06-16T07:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:13:03.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>简单的幸福</title><content type='html'>肢体的障碍  VS  心灵的创伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候平淡反而是最幸福的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心灵的残缺&lt;br /&gt;是人间地狱&lt;br /&gt;即时调整后&lt;br /&gt;也是一个&lt;br /&gt;无法改变的事实&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单的事情&lt;br /&gt;往往是最难做到的。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6195167071588650318?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6195167071588650318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6195167071588650318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6195167071588650318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_16.html' title='简单的幸福'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6766217090217851695</id><published>2010-06-13T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:47:18.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long lost friend</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with a person yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wouldn't feel upset like you though. As long as I don't behave kiasu or calculative then the rest will be fine. Definitely I'll long for friends' repay, I wish they could treat me well like how well I treat them too. But I struggled a lot by then when I was in first year and so I told myself, I'm the one who decided to treat them well, not like they force me to do so. Thus once I've decided to treat them well then whatever response they give is none of my business already. I just do my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a believe I used to tell myself everyday last time. Indeed my long lost friend - Never blame for what you get after you've made your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you steph even though you won't be reading this. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6766217090217851695?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6766217090217851695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-lost-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6766217090217851695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6766217090217851695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-lost-friend.html' title='A long lost friend'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7605204480467651504</id><published>2010-06-12T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:54:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>矛盾</title><content type='html'>付出了       就收不回&lt;br /&gt;骂出了       也收不回&lt;br /&gt;期待了       也许会失望&lt;br /&gt;不期待       绝对骗人的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得到了       雀跃万分&lt;br /&gt;过多后       习惯了&lt;br /&gt;失去后       以泪洗脸&lt;br /&gt;醒悟时       自责再自责&lt;br /&gt;醒悟后       除了感慨，又再是伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在乎时       情绪易失控&lt;br /&gt;不在乎       就没有感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多时候 其实是自己太自以为是&lt;br /&gt;我找别人 别人给回应&lt;br /&gt;别人找我 我也都给回应&lt;br /&gt;不过事实上我找别人 多过别人找我&lt;br /&gt;所以没人找我的时候 心里很不是滋味&lt;br /&gt;结论：别再找别人了 要懂得保护自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到哀莫大于心死的那一天&lt;br /&gt;即将是世界末日的一天&lt;br /&gt;等待着黎明的来临&lt;br /&gt;展望新的旅程碑&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7605204480467651504?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7605204480467651504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7605204480467651504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7605204480467651504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html' title='矛盾'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7512346620097853656</id><published>2010-06-12T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:50:40.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>If you obey the rules, you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you'll be expelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if you just obey without future planning, your life will be just so so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET if you over do it, definitely you'll create loads of enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play it wisely, and when luck is not with us we still have to keep on moving so that the game would not stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lose the game, you just need to shuffle it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on losing, give yourself a break - look at other players' playings, definitely you'll learn something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything unhappy happens, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie. That's life. Filter words before it comes out from my mouth: is it a good thing? Secondly, does it based on my own judgement? Lastly, the main one, is it really important to me?! if it's not important, FIC MEH!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7512346620097853656?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7512346620097853656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/rules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7512346620097853656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7512346620097853656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/rules.html' title='Rules'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1074366559409043339</id><published>2010-06-12T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:59:47.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdos</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm quite amazed by the power of playing games together - we can see how the person react and behave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl are like small things also wanna make a fuss, some ppl care about results, there're also ppl who don't care at all just chillax together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite irritating isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1074366559409043339?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1074366559409043339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/weirdos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1074366559409043339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1074366559409043339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/weirdos.html' title='Weirdos'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2530724507679601266</id><published>2010-06-10T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:09:02.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless Days</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching a drama, and always I will compare myself with those actors/ actresses, how do they act, behave, their believes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself to be strong and independent. Whenever I'm feeling unhappy or moody blogging will definitely help me out in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating in a month time; Seeing everyone leaving soon and so I. Some ppl don't express their feelings out, they rather keep everything to themselves, don't even blogging like me. How do they survive in such a way? I wonder why.. How can they just ignore all emotions and live like nobody business? The actress in that drama is behaving in that way too, since young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone could find a way for them to stop by whenever they feel like collapsing but things always don't turn out as how we thought, so near yet so far. Or they do prefer not to let anyone see that part of themselves? Contradicting? Yes it is. Sometimes we wish we could hold it tight but the subconscious mind is reminding us the other thing which we would not like to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless me, guan gong bo bi! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2530724507679601266?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2530724507679601266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/helpless-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2530724507679601266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2530724507679601266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/helpless-days.html' title='Helpless Days'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6246591382884813249</id><published>2010-06-01T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:30:13.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我要成功，独立，健康，乐观，快乐。相信上天的安排，有付出，自然就有回报。若没有回报，就只差没有缘分。随缘呗:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6246591382884813249?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6246591382884813249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6246591382884813249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6246591382884813249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6983178882824705353</id><published>2010-06-01T06:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:23:53.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回顾录</title><content type='html'>转眼间明天就是六月一号了，再过一个月半就是毕业典礼了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一段日子，有时过得不开心。太过介意朋友对我的态度，所以每次都想太多。&lt;br /&gt;放开点吧。&lt;br /&gt;别一直那么的自私，只在乎自己的感受。&lt;br /&gt;你这样子，谁在你旁边也会觉得压力！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;千万&lt;/span&gt;别在别人面前再次说出自己的想法了。&lt;br /&gt;难道，不累吗？&lt;br /&gt;为何每次要说自己过去的切身事情给别人听呢？&lt;br /&gt;干嘛就不可以说很表面过去的事，像:我以前演讲很厉害的叻！！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心情不好，遇见别人，一定要说出来的咩？？谁教的？&lt;br /&gt;为何到现在还是改不掉这个习惯，有什么不开心的事都要跟一个人诉苦？&lt;br /&gt;那请问，这个blog的用处是来干嘛？&lt;br /&gt;或问一句更直接的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么要对人生那么多地不满？&lt;br /&gt;为什么要对周边的人那么苛刻？&lt;br /&gt;为什么只会看别人的缺点？&lt;br /&gt;你自己很好咩？？&lt;br /&gt;你以为你是谁？！？ ＦＵＣＫ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人，是为自己而活。&lt;br /&gt;请改变自己对事情的价值观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天就开工了，祝我：开工大吉！！:D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6983178882824705353?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6983178882824705353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6983178882824705353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6983178882824705353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html' title='回顾录'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-8761769649620617424</id><published>2010-05-31T07:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:03:59.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Portsmouth, had shower, and got totally speechless after coming out from kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curry chicken and broccoli I cooked 4 days ago, remaining untouched.&lt;br /&gt;The bowl I used 4 days ago, remaining untouched in sink.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking oil which finishing, not being replaced.&lt;br /&gt;The rice cooker someone used 4 days ago, I filled it with water before I left so that it'd be easier to wash, remained untouched. &lt;br /&gt;Someone took my chair, the shirt I hung on it, was left on the floor instead of hanging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really difficult to do all these little things? Or am I being too kind, just wash them up whenever I see it's being left there after more than a day and being considerate, will definitely hang that person's shirt up instead of putting on the floor or it'll get dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... totally speechless, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear God, PLEASE BLESS THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-8761769649620617424?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8761769649620617424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8761769649620617424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/8761769649620617424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7706812569149132820</id><published>2010-05-19T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:15:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note to those whom being Ignorant</title><content type='html'>I'm not intelligent, that's why I work harder than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, but it doesn't mean I don't have my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about you all, but I don't like the feeling being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you ignored me, I feel really upset, simply because I haven't known how to control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, I'll prove to you, I can live without you, and tell you: Whatever you've done to me in the past, I've overcome it and now, I've succeeded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7706812569149132820?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7706812569149132820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-those-whom-being-ignorant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7706812569149132820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7706812569149132820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-those-whom-being-ignorant.html' title='A Note to those whom being Ignorant'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-7067933637448604014</id><published>2010-05-15T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:06:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奇怪的人类</title><content type='html'>当人与人开心时，就会谢谢你为我做过这，谢谢你替我背黑锅等。不满时头脑却浮现不出这些话语呢？而是说从以前就不爽他这不爽他那。事后你跟他和好了，听你倾诉的人就会觉得你很假明明就不爽到max现在却谈笑风声，但在你的角度，你只是需要诉苦，因为人没有十全十美，他也可以在背后说你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会怎么做呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-7067933637448604014?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7067933637448604014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7067933637448604014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/7067933637448604014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='奇怪的人类'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6430019827877472575</id><published>2010-05-10T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T05:26:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>I told myself not to be sad and down anymore few weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I WON'T GET EMO NOWADAYS ALREADY LA!&lt;br /&gt;But, I repeated the same mistakes again yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely I'll feel sad when I get ignored, but isn't it just a small thing?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, it is always a yes for the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll strive for my own targets, it's just like few days left! Just within 2 weeks time man! I wouldn't care how others think on me anymore. Whatever they do, is their own business. Of course, you guys are still my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weakness of mine is, I can't stay to be unexploded. I MUST COMPLAIN IT OUT then only I'll feel much more better. Try to improve yourself CKT. Not improve, but upgrade. While everyone is moving, if I am still staying at the same point, I'll be left out in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6430019827877472575?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6430019827877472575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6430019827877472575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6430019827877472575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-3991113361729203564</id><published>2010-05-09T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T06:01:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's really hard to communicate with some ppl. Just simply so many kinds of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some could be just so thick skinned until an extend I really feel hopeless! They don't only appreciate what you've done, but they're expecting more from you! wtf is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine copied my work, in fact, I was really disappointed that he didn't apologize. Not that I'm magnifying this issue, as he has already been marked lower mark than I. However, I think, he still needs to apologize for using my things! Or he should explain! What kind of ppl is this!?! thick skinned until this extend weiyhhhhhh! And the great thing is, he can still live like normal. What does this show? He doesn't give a damn and WHY SO I BEING ANGRY HERE?! WHAT'S MY FUCKING PROBLEM?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILL WEIYH CKT CHILLLLLLLLL! GOD WILL BLESS YOU, YOU MUST TRUST THE POWER OF GOD! For those who have been looking me down, I'll prove to you all! That I'm indeed the great! 做人别欺人太甚!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-3991113361729203564?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3991113361729203564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3991113361729203564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/3991113361729203564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/human.html' title='Human..'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-428281268079667868</id><published>2010-05-03T07:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:34:51.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>It seems like I haven't been blogging for weeks. Have been really busy nowadays. Tuesday gonna do my final testing on the board, Wednesday gonna submit my final report, Friday gonna submit assignment, next coming Tuesday gonna be my Viva session, next coming Friday i-Phone assignment and then, final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've faced a lot of issues this year, from last year Sept until today. It's a totally different experiences as I had last year - Last year, I've learnt to being independent and alone. So much hard times I had already faced it alone. However this year, probably it's because I'm staying with my friends finally, no more being alone, I became being dependent again. Many things I can actually handle it on my own, many emotions I can actually keep in my heart. Yet always greatly I expressing my useless thoughts and emotions to friends around me and it has somehow become an annoying thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to overcome all these emotions, words for myself tonight ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-428281268079667868?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/428281268079667868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/428281268079667868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/428281268079667868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-6651487097592114335</id><published>2010-04-25T07:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:20:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot face Versus cold ass</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate that kinda feeling, when you MSN/ text/ call a person, the other side just giving such an idiotic respond or just totally ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow got really frustrated at some point - when I MSN one of my friends I never received any replies. But like when in normal face to face conversation, we could talk nicely etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can overcome this problem asap as I've been experiencing this problem for years! Always I feel really really bad when a person doesn't reply my text or MSN or phone calls especially when my closed friends do that to me. Sometimes I don't speak it out, as I'm afraid I'll make it even worse. Or probably it's myself who magnifying the problem where to them it's just nothing much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, set yourself free. Needless to hope for replies anymore. Just tell yourself, try to avoid all these situations if possible since they could just ruin your whole day mood. The more you care, the more you disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year older, one year wiser. Happy birthday to myself, and may myself be strong, determined, matured, happy, and healthy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-6651487097592114335?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6651487097592114335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-face-versus-cold-ass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6651487097592114335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/6651487097592114335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-face-versus-cold-ass.html' title='hot face Versus cold ass'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-5343331339558189219</id><published>2010-04-15T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:46:00.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grants</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to appreciate,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;I only know how to compare,&lt;br /&gt;Even to things which I can't reach,&lt;br /&gt;And always take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once my friend told me,&lt;br /&gt;He felt 'sim tia' sial,&lt;br /&gt;When he saw his car covered with bird droppings.&lt;br /&gt;"harrr but then I won't wan leh -.-"&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, so you don't actually appreciate your dad's efforts do you?"&lt;br /&gt;I paused and pondered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, that's me.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-5343331339558189219?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5343331339558189219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/grants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5343331339558189219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5343331339558189219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/grants.html' title='Grants'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-5467597050867881495</id><published>2010-04-11T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:38:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly fall in love with 0</title><content type='html'>I sent a text few days ago, was just fooling around by saying: heard that got ppl going after you nowadays wor true or not if it's true then I say congrats to you first! Who knows the reply was: thank you so much! This's called dai sei! Wanted to fool others but got myself fooled in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda.. emotionless that time, no even a bit of sadness. Maybe deep in my heart I've already known the answer and that's why I was really calm that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to face reality, yet real answers are the one which my heart always seeks.. However like in this situation, the real answer is already revealed but how should I react? I don't know. In fact, I could smell a sense of helpless.. I, can't do anything for it besides accepting the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel good of being down to ground again. A new starting point of my life again, like now. No more regrets, whatever had happened in the past stays in the past. So, just follow the flow~ FLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW~~~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-5467597050867881495?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5467597050867881495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/suddenly-fall-in-love-with-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5467597050867881495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/5467597050867881495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/suddenly-fall-in-love-with-0.html' title='Suddenly fall in love with 0'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2522560506004483442</id><published>2010-04-08T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:34:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>Everyone faces ups and downs, and so I. I shall say I've reached the most bottom of my year few days ago. Thank god, I'm finally fine now. Somehow I just realised myself not knowing too much of things. Perhaps I overrated myself, I thought I'm fully capable to take up any kind of responsibilities and able to make a success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point of being down again. Everyone has their own worries and dependencies. If I keep on immersing myself into all these emotions how am I gonna be the one who taking care of others in future?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words to myself: Remember quoting yourself as Tat Gor The Great? Hope you didn't forget it. PLEASE, motivate yourself everyday. PLEASE, build up your own image at any time. and PLEASE, stay happy and good luck to you! Whatever you've decided, you then have to bear for the responsibility, as those are the answers from your heart aren't they? Respect to the road not taken, meanwhile, respect to your heart. Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2522560506004483442?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2522560506004483442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2522560506004483442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2522560506004483442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-2590656950170054889</id><published>2010-03-28T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:20:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>顾客</title><content type='html'>刚才8点多时，来了一对父子。&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What do you want? Mac?&lt;br /&gt;Son: err.. (looking around, when we had eye contact he turned his face away) ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其是在他看我的眼神，而害羞地转头，&lt;br /&gt;我的心犹如凉风阵阵吹过。。&lt;br /&gt;想起每次我带我哥哥去kfc或mcd，&lt;br /&gt;我也是问他同一个问题：gor，你要吃什么？&lt;br /&gt;而我哥的答案比较可爱：我不懂，你说lehhhhhhhhh?(撒娇)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;收钱后在装饮料时，泪珠在眼眶里滚动着。&lt;br /&gt;我对那位父亲很客气，&lt;br /&gt;因为，&lt;br /&gt;不是所有父母都可以带着自己的&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;智障儿&lt;/span&gt;出门的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为爱，&lt;br /&gt;我们才懂得包容一个人；&lt;br /&gt;因为爱，&lt;br /&gt;我们才会无条件地奉献给一个人；&lt;br /&gt;但，也因为爱，&lt;br /&gt;我们，变成自私了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做父母的，像我母亲，每天都带着我哥出街走走。&lt;br /&gt;路上是有多少路人用着好奇地眼神看着他们阿？&lt;br /&gt;有时候，&lt;br /&gt;当我哥在大庭广众闹脾气大声骂，&lt;br /&gt;又有多少人会用奇特地眼光看待他呢？&lt;br /&gt;有时候跟他出去，&lt;br /&gt;我会直接拉他去旁边警告他叫他给我听话点呢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，&lt;br /&gt;遇过那对父子后，&lt;br /&gt;我。。忽然很想念我哥哥。。。&lt;br /&gt;他有次在kfc跟我二姐吃东西时忽然想起我而在那边当场哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给大家的讯息：&lt;br /&gt;智障，不是他们要的。&lt;br /&gt;同样的，&lt;br /&gt;同性恋，变态狂，精神分裂者等，&lt;br /&gt;这些东西有时不是他们要的。&lt;br /&gt;请不要带着有色眼镜看待他们。&lt;br /&gt;每个人都是有感情的，&lt;br /&gt;但不代表因他们的与众不同，&lt;br /&gt;而因此获取大家‘特别’的爱戴与照顾。&lt;br /&gt;千万别到哑子吃黄连油库自己知的地步，&lt;br /&gt;才懂得体谅。&lt;br /&gt;与大家共勉之。=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-2590656950170054889?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2590656950170054889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2590656950170054889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/2590656950170054889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_28.html' title='顾客'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323977193796380144.post-1806452362915535676</id><published>2010-03-27T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T03:55:33.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For me being a wiseacre</title><content type='html'>Arrogantly I thought myself is really that great;&lt;br /&gt;Good in communicating with friends,&lt;br /&gt;Good in observing every face expressions,&lt;br /&gt;Good in taking care of their feelings,&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;am I behaving as what I thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY IT IS NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blossom friend of mine, we had a conversation on the MSN this noon: the longer we talk, the more childish you are I realised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I stunned and stoned. Not to say I disagree with him, but, am I really behaving in such a way? Meanwhile, my heart was so warmth. At least there're still some true friends who are willing to guide me, telling me off whenever I'm going wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for self review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, thank you, my dear pet1 and uncle. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323977193796380144-1806452362915535676?l=partitasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1806452362915535676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-me-being-wiseacre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1806452362915535676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323977193796380144/posts/default/1806452362915535676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partitasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-me-being-wiseacre.html' title='For me being a wiseacre'/><author><name>sunshineyetwindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14028031326866905893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
