<?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-9094854256863164626</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:42:08.779-08:00</updated><category term='Forever.. Reconsider please..'/><title type='text'>~*W@iting 4 yoU*~</title><subtitle type='html'>I hope you wouldn't leave</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-501395889688613224</id><published>2011-12-10T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:06:44.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>暧昧的感觉跟在一起的感觉不一样。或许因该庆幸当时是那样吧？爱情错过了，就不可能再回来了。有些人适合当朋友，不适合当情人。有些人不适合当朋友但适合当情人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢玩乐。以前的爱情认真的也没几个。受伤也只是个过程。学会放下也是一种成就。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很快乐。也希望会一直快乐着。我不后悔。我只是看不清一个人，而太相信她了。那是我的过错。现在，很好啊。你拿到你想要的。我放了我不想要的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以往的事，制造现在的我。变得更坚强，跟独立。但那些都不是我想要的。现在，就算你们站在我面前，也没办法。我们不适合。一群人对着我放炮，对不起，不可能给好脸色看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我不了解你（们)，还是你们不了解我？爱恨分明。灰色地带不常待。是我对不起你了，还是你对不起我了？是否真的认真想过？信任建立需要时间，但却能在一秒毁灭。但有可能，你们也没相信过我。扪心自问，现在我的身边有谁？什么也没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他也令我太失望了。不过，男人嘛。“最重要的”到底算是什么？或许，什么也不是。或者，也只是女生的一厢情愿罢了。有些事不说不代表不知，不代表没看到。那段也都过去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，再见了。那段回忆让它随风而去。爱与恨也不过那一线之差。没爱哪来的恨。没爱哪来的想要。向前看，下个会更好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-501395889688613224?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/501395889688613224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/501395889688613224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-383225296902558780</id><published>2011-10-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:17:54.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是啊。如果你问我为什么我的生命是这样，我也不知道。我知道外人没有懂我的处境。一而再再而三的闹脾气。可你是否知道我过的是什么日子？不要把你的幸福理论套在我的身上。我讨厌，也厌恶了这种生活。到底及时才能得到释放？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-383225296902558780?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/383225296902558780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/383225296902558780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8142948074194177478</id><published>2011-10-07T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:18:57.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>原来大家都知道。只是没有人愿意揭穿这个假象。只想要保持现状。但是如果有一天，所有的谎言被揭穿，丑陋的现实浮现，那种痛你承受得起吗？现状能维持多久？有谁了解我？你们保护了不需要被保护的人。你们放弃了该被保护的人，让此人伤痕累累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐是伪装的。幸福只是一种掩饰的方式。我尽力了。像现在这样，努力着。是否所有的事都不会被揭发。像这样，躲在幸福假象的背后，是否就不会受到伤害了？我不知道。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8142948074194177478?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8142948074194177478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8142948074194177478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8752800903105449328</id><published>2011-09-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:08:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱到深处，是喜是悲&lt;br /&gt;彼此相爱，无法相守&lt;br /&gt;由爱生嗔，由爱生恨&lt;br /&gt;由爱生痴，由爱生念&lt;br /&gt;嗔恨痴念，成了等待&lt;br /&gt;等待爱情，等待温暖&lt;br /&gt;等着你爱，等着你笑&lt;br /&gt;那些曾经，你记得否&lt;br /&gt;那些过往，幕幕浮起&lt;br /&gt;泪珠打转，划过脸颊&lt;br /&gt;仿佛看见，你的身影&lt;br /&gt;仿佛闻到，你的味道&lt;br /&gt;你的到来，幸福迟了&lt;br /&gt;只剩后悔，悲痛眼泪&lt;br /&gt;远方那处，你的天堂&lt;br /&gt;日子已久，痛定思痛&lt;br /&gt;缘分再来，是否把握&lt;br /&gt;是否错过，遗憾终身&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8752800903105449328?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8752800903105449328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8752800903105449328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6385586157556194426</id><published>2011-09-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:04:41.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe till the end, I'm still unable to choose what I want/like. Is like a chain that tied my legs together with my heart. Is too hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life went all the way down again. And this time, I'm alone. helplessness? Maybe. Loneliness? Most probably. No one to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what should I do? I left with the only path to take. But this path is so tiring. No friends. everyone goes in a group with u alone at the other end. people choose to be with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I can't disappoint her. Please. Let her be well. I do not know what do you want to take away from me If I beg you. But just let her be well. I can exchange something with you. I believe in my life, there will be something to exchange for. Don't even know will I even give out my soulmate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6385586157556194426?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6385586157556194426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6385586157556194426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/maybe-till-end-im-still-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5676945343128760246</id><published>2011-09-02T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:28:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是那个角色扮演的不好？还是每个角色都没扮好。学生，女儿，二姐，孙女，或者是女友？搞到自己很累。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5676945343128760246?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5676945343128760246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5676945343128760246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5560197431010910923</id><published>2011-08-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:25:24.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my best little friend got me emotional. Silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is call a past? It refer to things that had already gone away together with the time. It is archive/history/memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since is today, than I shall forgive you.. haha.. no la.. you didnt do anything wrong.. I believe in fate. Everyone has their own path. that's my life and I accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my best friend so don't think so much. glad you are still my friend, you know. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5560197431010910923?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5560197431010910923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5560197431010910923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-best-little-friend-got-me-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6112840764030673733</id><published>2011-08-22T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T03:32:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>哈。真的太可笑了。真是历史重演。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我告诉你。你听或看清楚了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我超级讨厌你。你最好求神拜佛，吃素念经，祈求你一生一帆风顺。因为如果那天，你有求于我，我一定会让你吃不完兜着走。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不知道自己做错什么还是在装傻？害怕下场跟我一样吗？！那你不做初一，就没有人做十五了吗。你到底有什么好啊？别人拥有的你也要。你太可怕了。但他们却选者相信你。而我是那个被放弃的。真不公平。哈哈哈哈。真的太不公平了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6112840764030673733?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6112840764030673733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6112840764030673733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1910956714389498404</id><published>2011-08-15T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:15:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>幸福如果可以很简单就好。但为什么它却那么的难。那不是我想要的。像是在做梦。那会是四年的梦游。一点冲劲也没有。轻意的就选择放弃。或许所有的精力都用玩了，再那三年里。现在，好累好累。什么也不想做。遇到问题，哭是第一选者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到海边走走。没有烦恼的。&lt;br /&gt;想到咖啡屋坐坐。吃着雪糕，蛋糕，喝着咖啡。&lt;br /&gt;想到百货公司。买鞋，买衣，买零食。&lt;br /&gt;想到超级市场。看到什么就大购买。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但现在，所有的想都不可能实现。&lt;br /&gt;有太多太多更重要的事要做。&lt;br /&gt;还有什么推动力让我能往前走，而不选择退后或放弃。&lt;br /&gt;但这世界，还有什么值得我去留念的。&lt;br /&gt;有太多太多的失望。太多太多的背叛和遗弃。&lt;br /&gt;有太多太多地把自己的幸福建立在别人的痛苦上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，我还是只能相信自己。&lt;br /&gt;别人的花言巧语是谎言。&lt;br /&gt;别人的一举一动是虚情假意。&lt;br /&gt;结果，只是要把你晾在一旁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我。只有我。还是我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1910956714389498404?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1910956714389498404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1910956714389498404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5573964188434379936</id><published>2011-08-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:40:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do not know why.. but i'm just very stressed up now.. haiz.. getting more and more crappy.. shit la.. argh!!!! liang bian bu kao an!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i listen to their music, the more sad i get.. think their mood affected me badly also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears just keep on flowing non-stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to get protected.. why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to get loved.. why is it harder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if just by crying, things would get solve.. I would keep doing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the most simplest or foolish thinking would make life smoother, I would like to be a fool with simple thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, a hug is more effective than words.. I accept that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what should i do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hoping a simple life with simple problems.. but think lao tian ye is joking with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget abt the simple life, simple love.. wat i have is complicated life, complicated love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so wounded.. isnt it enough? how many more scars have to be created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayel, unlove, backstabbing, snatches, lies, untruthful, saddness, tears..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5573964188434379936?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5573964188434379936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5573964188434379936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-not-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2383814017149757953</id><published>2011-07-31T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T04:35:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoseob yoseob yoseob!!! haha!! so cute!!! hahahaha!! I still love good looking guys.. I bet only good looking guys attracts me.. oh man.. how can like that.. but cannot help it.. my heart keeps changing.. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2383814017149757953?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2383814017149757953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2383814017149757953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/yoseob-yoseob-yoseob-haha-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5057695213554126380</id><published>2011-07-27T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:33:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不知道这是什么感觉。&lt;br /&gt;是害怕吗？还是不安？&lt;br /&gt;是因为那对我来说很陌生吗？&lt;br /&gt;开始害怕。开始不想面对。&lt;br /&gt;好想躲起来。&lt;br /&gt;从来都没感到那么恐惧。&lt;br /&gt;一点也不知道原因。&lt;br /&gt;动不动就哭泣是因为害怕。&lt;br /&gt;原来心里还是那么的孤单。&lt;br /&gt;坚强这个字眼离我很远。&lt;br /&gt;在别人面前，那也只是掩饰。&lt;br /&gt;有时候也希望累的时候，有人可以依靠。&lt;br /&gt;什么也不用想。问题也能迎刃而解。&lt;br /&gt;但那怎么可能呢？&lt;br /&gt;最近怎么一点也不冷静呢？&lt;br /&gt;心浮气躁的。&lt;br /&gt;没有办法去处那种不安。&lt;br /&gt;是因为要转为大人而感到害怕吗？&lt;br /&gt;没有依靠。没有被保护。&lt;br /&gt;像是鸟儿从笼子里被放出来。&lt;br /&gt;但却害怕飞出去。&lt;br /&gt;因为外面的世界比笼子大。&lt;br /&gt;没有方向，没有尽头。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5057695213554126380?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5057695213554126380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5057695213554126380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-9087911277757738024</id><published>2011-07-21T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:39:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦好烦!!!!!!!! 好烦啊!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I choose?! oh man!! why is it so difficult to plan the time table.. Don't want should I choose.. Can I cope?! I also duno!!! My god!! crap!!! everything also must choose!!! why cant just have 1 option?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-9087911277757738024?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9087911277757738024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9087911277757738024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-should-i-choose-oh-man-why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8727224796941939649</id><published>2011-07-17T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:44:32.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果心里只剩下很，那么是否只有爱在能化解？&lt;br /&gt;如果只有爱能，那么谁能帮我化解？&lt;br /&gt;如果有了爱，我能再一次接受吗？&lt;br /&gt;如果接受了，谁能保证那份爱不会再被摧毁？&lt;br /&gt;如果不被摧毁，又有谁能保护那份爱不被夺走？&lt;br /&gt;如果再一次被夺走，那么还有谁能信？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对他的遗忘，我不知道能怪谁。&lt;br /&gt;对他的不留恋，我不知道该说什么。&lt;br /&gt;对他而言，仿佛没有事情发生过。&lt;br /&gt;对他来说，我像是过路的而她才是主角。&lt;br /&gt;对他，我无话可说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心，很痛。&lt;br /&gt;心，也累了。&lt;br /&gt;心，也伤痕累累。&lt;br /&gt;心，如果再一次跳动，那一定不会是为了他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是超人。&lt;br /&gt;我的责任重大。&lt;br /&gt;我没有办法陪你玩孩子气的游戏。&lt;br /&gt;我的心像是被封闭起来。&lt;br /&gt;我会再一次改变。&lt;br /&gt;而这一次，爱了才在一起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8727224796941939649?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8727224796941939649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8727224796941939649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2292009210021828218</id><published>2011-06-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:26:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是自己做错了什么事让老天爷那么的生气吗？还是上辈子做错了什么事？&lt;br /&gt;或许这就是命吧？&lt;br /&gt;哈。&lt;br /&gt;真是可悲。&lt;br /&gt;是又该感谢上天让我有坚强一点，还是让我有学习到人是多么的双面？&lt;br /&gt;爱-或许对男人来说是可以转移的。什么叫“我只会爱你一个”，“我永远只爱你”？当分手出现，所有的爱会随着风而消失。&lt;br /&gt;男人最爱的是日久生情了吧？&lt;br /&gt;那女人呢？抢人所爱？&lt;br /&gt;我的恨随着日子慢慢的累积。&lt;br /&gt;套了我的话后，就跑掉。&lt;br /&gt;很真是一点道德也没有。&lt;br /&gt;我不建议当坏人。&lt;br /&gt;因为坏人比好人好当。&lt;br /&gt;当别人不当你是重要的人时，不该留恋的。&lt;br /&gt;那是会伤到自己。&lt;br /&gt;他/她让我失望了。&lt;br /&gt;原来他/她也不是想象中那么好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2292009210021828218?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2292009210021828218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2292009210021828218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6619262852542281857</id><published>2011-06-23T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:33:56.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where ever you are hiding&lt;br /&gt;I can find you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no you&lt;br /&gt;...Then my heart would stop&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't say "Love"&lt;br /&gt;I can feel with my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you are here&lt;br /&gt;If you are here&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Please shine like a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You are my only love&lt;br /&gt;Forever my only love&lt;br /&gt;We love each other&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be compared with anything else&lt;br /&gt;Can it be exchanged with anything else&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;...Who can replace you&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Please shine like a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Please shine like a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You are my only love&lt;br /&gt;Forever my only love&lt;br /&gt;We love each other&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you&lt;br /&gt;We will never part from each other&lt;br /&gt;Anything that will hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that will cause tear will happen&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Let's not change&lt;br /&gt;Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;You're my only love&lt;br /&gt;Forever my only love&lt;br /&gt;We love each other&lt;br /&gt;In a place without sadness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6619262852542281857?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6619262852542281857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6619262852542281857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-ever-you-are-hiding-i-can-find.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2676067587824400173</id><published>2011-06-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:02:26.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not know why but is just suprising. Never will I go shopping alone or watch movie alone. But I did it. Still can do things for so many hours alone. Normally I wouldnt do that. Do not know when I start to get use doing things alone. Ha. Funny. But anyway, just like that, living my life and get a crazy love life till fate ties me down with a bad marriage as shown on my palm. Got quite affected by it but nevertheless, just continue to break stead break stead. otherwise, I wouldnt have that sweet memories anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2676067587824400173?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2676067587824400173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2676067587824400173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-do-not-know-why-but-is-just-suprising.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1527634921331975514</id><published>2011-06-01T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:55:23.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really, went walk walk alone.. Do not know whether has the mood turn better. but at least there is no burden, no worries.. Just me and me.. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want, eat whatever I want, buy whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody need to know me well, and I do not have to care about anyone walking pass me. Despite being alone, but I do not need to act, do not need to pretend, do not need to worry, do not need to get hurt, do not need to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just who am I? I do not know. I also do not know what do I show people. Double-face. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1527634921331975514?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1527634921331975514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1527634921331975514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/06/really-went-walk-walk-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-7658474859615297173</id><published>2011-06-01T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:24:51.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope to find another job soon. Even don't feel like working, but what choice do I have? Do not know whether I do it on purpose to make myself busy so I do not have the time to have negative thinking or finding excuses to torture myself. If the only way to stop thinking and forget about the pain is to make myself being more terrible, I don't mind using this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life isnt that great. I'm not very great either. Despite living in fairy tale, reality is still reality. Hiding doesnt make things seems any better. But this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱得太痛。现在变成空。无奈啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-7658474859615297173?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7658474859615297173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7658474859615297173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope-to-find-another-job-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-9177666239103505127</id><published>2011-05-31T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:53:45.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'爱太空</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qccSi6PCkhY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱太空-王心凌&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了从什麽时候&lt;br /&gt;开始做同一个梦&lt;br /&gt;你总是背对着我&lt;br /&gt;怎麽也不肯回头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我与现实交错&lt;br /&gt;才发现爱变空了&lt;br /&gt;好像有一个黑洞&lt;br /&gt;把爱全都给吞没&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终於渐渐明白&lt;br /&gt;爱太空那种无奈&lt;br /&gt;让我们看不到未来&lt;br /&gt;也没勇气能走开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来爱与不爱谁也不能置身事外&lt;br /&gt;昨天明天都抵不过一个现在&lt;br /&gt;我们都该学着对自己坦白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经爱过痛过哭过笑过都是种精彩&lt;br /&gt;不要让爱空了对白剩下无奈&lt;br /&gt;爱太空无法重来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来爱与不爱谁也不能置身事外&lt;br /&gt;昨天明天都抵不过现在&lt;br /&gt;我们都该学着对自己坦白相信爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱过痛过哭过笑过都是种精彩&lt;br /&gt;不要让爱空了剩下无奈&lt;br /&gt;爱太空怎能重来&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-9177666239103505127?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9177666239103505127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9177666239103505127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_31.html' title='&apos;爱太空'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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://img.youtube.com/vi/qccSi6PCkhY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-160262560752611891</id><published>2011-05-28T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:13:13.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>只准自己说最后一次。过了今天，就不再想，不再痛，不再难过。只要沉浸在故事里，那会是一件最幸福的事。什么也不想说。就算是无理取闹也好，但就是无法接受，无法忍受。那样算是背叛吗？我不知道。我只知道现在很好。就算充满了仇恨也没办法。那是唯一一种可以消除爱意的方法。也会是最残忍的方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发现自己一个人时，不爱笑。笑也变得多余，也变得累。也不知从何时变成这样。变得自己也不认得。但没有想过后悔。至少现在，自己不会受伤害。就算是别人受到伤害，那又如何？因为他们从没想过我的感受，我又为何要顾虑到他们？变得冷漠，无情。决定不轻易放感情。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-160262560752611891?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/160262560752611891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/160262560752611891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6345850660977468616</id><published>2011-05-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:41:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A person whose heart is filled with hatred can never love again.&lt;br /&gt;Is like a lock which closed up the heart and needs a key to open it.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a right person comes by with an exciting love story to progress with.&lt;br /&gt;And stop giving me the wrong one which ends up bertaying me.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of getting irritated by childish thoughts and behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;Cupid, please kindly shoot the arrow to the correct guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6345850660977468616?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6345850660977468616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6345850660977468616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/person-whose-heart-is-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-9187201766885722037</id><published>2011-05-25T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T04:01:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe in karma? Maybe I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-9187201766885722037?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9187201766885722037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9187201766885722037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-believe-in-karma-maybe-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-7279530646025258303</id><published>2011-05-24T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T03:50:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>或许是自己太孩子气。不会想。不过或许这对大家都好。不知道究竟为什么。不过，现在也已经习惯了。心再也没有什么感觉。连一丝的感情都没有。是麻痹了吧？我再也不是我。原来，我也可以那么的狠心和无情。也已经没有关系了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-7279530646025258303?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7279530646025258303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7279530646025258303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-9095193202601599442</id><published>2011-05-10T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:44:50.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never ever love someone who is close to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever date someone who is close to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever trust someone who is close to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever believe someone who is close to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She being straight forward and heartless&lt;br /&gt;I will also do the same&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who will never feel for others when she did not get hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Like a porcupine, I will never ever be soft hearted to people again who are cruel to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-9095193202601599442?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9095193202601599442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9095193202601599442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-ever-love-someone-who-is-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5483260242786149662</id><published>2011-05-05T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T03:22:35.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end, I don't really like her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5483260242786149662?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5483260242786149662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5483260242786149662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-end-i-dont-really-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2248648305045747094</id><published>2011-05-02T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T06:10:45.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'‎朋友</title><content type='html'>‎朋友不一定要門當戶對，但一定要同舟共濟；&lt;br /&gt;不一定要形影不離，但一定要心心相惜；&lt;br /&gt;不一定要錦上添花，但一定要雪中送炭；&lt;br /&gt;不一定要天天見面，但一定要放在心裡。&lt;br /&gt;友情最可貴的不是曾經一同走過的歲月，友情最難得就是分別以後依然會時時想起。&lt;br /&gt;依然能記得；你，是我的朋友！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2248648305045747094?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2248648305045747094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2248648305045747094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='&apos;‎朋友'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5709628468583690729</id><published>2011-05-01T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:17:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one is really worth trusting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5709628468583690729?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5709628468583690729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5709628468583690729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-one-is-really-worth-trusting.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4247564728452265576</id><published>2011-04-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T04:14:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I know is who now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4247564728452265576?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4247564728452265576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4247564728452265576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-i-know-is-who-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4372004208932473617</id><published>2011-04-21T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T03:42:48.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I wouldn't get affected but I was wrong. I shouldn't have see the photos. Didn't know it still hurt me deep inside. Not sure whether am I only suppressing the feelings or I have really forgotten about it. However, no matter what I feel, he wouldn't care. He's attached anyway. I will give my blessing to you because you seems happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4372004208932473617?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4372004208932473617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4372004208932473617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-thought-i-wouldnt-get-affected-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-753610184109283429</id><published>2011-04-18T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:08:38.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>probably is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;glad that we are not together.&lt;br /&gt;other that hatred, there's nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-753610184109283429?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/753610184109283429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/753610184109283429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/probably-is-good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3657220129581673255</id><published>2011-04-12T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:57:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>假惺惺。恶心。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3657220129581673255?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3657220129581673255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3657220129581673255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_4228.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5136024264711353372</id><published>2011-04-12T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:37:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>要把回忆埋起来，不如把它扔了。看了都觉得烦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5136024264711353372?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5136024264711353372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5136024264711353372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2080615880598938671</id><published>2011-04-12T03:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:21:33.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just keep acting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2080615880598938671?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2080615880598938671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2080615880598938671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-keep-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3526293670287572726</id><published>2011-04-12T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:21:22.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the saddest day of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3526293670287572726?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3526293670287572726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3526293670287572726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4583715934103519210</id><published>2011-04-11T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T05:40:39.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hao fan hao fan ah~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4583715934103519210?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4583715934103519210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4583715934103519210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/hao-fan-hao-fan-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4102173621633678591</id><published>2011-04-11T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T04:44:05.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting and waiting and waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4102173621633678591?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-124671937760052888</id><published>2011-04-08T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:43:17.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should I go or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-124671937760052888?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/124671937760052888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/124671937760052888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-go-or-not_08.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6082663122284527038</id><published>2011-04-08T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:43:17.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should I go or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6082663122284527038?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6082663122284527038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6082663122284527038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-go-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6762717249486419436</id><published>2011-04-08T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:41:22.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda irritated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6762717249486419436?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6762717249486419436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6762717249486419436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/kinda-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6460796683780064059</id><published>2011-04-07T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T03:18:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this cant be true~~~~~~~ losing hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3264108462922223313</id><published>2011-04-06T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T03:25:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how how how!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3264108462922223313?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3264108462922223313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3264108462922223313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-how-how.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3663860203000486507</id><published>2011-04-05T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:49:29.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad. worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3663860203000486507?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3663860203000486507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3663860203000486507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4669187902771929899</id><published>2011-04-04T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T04:23:12.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flirting~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4669187902771929899?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4669187902771929899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4669187902771929899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/flirting.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2088079675543518738</id><published>2011-04-03T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:27:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>信任需要十年来建立，但却能在一瞬间毁灭。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2088079675543518738?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2088079675543518738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2088079675543518738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_6415.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-692893400155107248</id><published>2011-04-03T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:54:43.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱之深 责之切&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-692893400155107248?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/692893400155107248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/692893400155107248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2938196655337291890</id><published>2011-04-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:22:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“爱一个人，就如同飞蛾扑火，明知道会烧得体无完肤，可我还是义­无反顾的去爱他……”——爱过才方知情重﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2938196655337291890?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2938196655337291890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2938196655337291890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_39.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-998370002798235102</id><published>2011-04-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:58:10.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>因一棵树放弃整片森林？不可能。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-998370002798235102?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/998370002798235102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/998370002798235102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5874311165506485602</id><published>2011-04-02T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:56:47.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>来不及说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;强势的爱，束缚的爱，刻苦铭心的爱。&lt;br /&gt;因爱生恨，因喜生悲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5874311165506485602?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5874311165506485602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5874311165506485602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6053738888068725127</id><published>2011-04-01T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T03:24:58.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New(Old?) Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo(Shoot)&lt;br /&gt;Shag (Is that how you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;Marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shiver*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6053738888068725127?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6053738888068725127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6053738888068725127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/04/newold-game-shooshoot-shag-is-that-how.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2017751662349252799</id><published>2011-03-31T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:16:52.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw~ why do you fall ill on your last day of work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2017751662349252799?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2017751662349252799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2017751662349252799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/aw-why-do-you-fall-ill-on-your-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2053704414084245077</id><published>2011-03-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:12:03.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work scandal~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2053704414084245077?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2053704414084245077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2053704414084245077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-scandal.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2913038510663277496</id><published>2011-03-29T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:11:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2913038510663277496?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2913038510663277496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2913038510663277496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/argh-rawr-geez.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-694144722217105043</id><published>2011-03-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:04:28.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每天乘坐巴士，望着窗外，仿佛好久好久都没这样平静地看着窗外，脑袋什么都没有。一直看以前的戏。那样的爱情，是我想要的。即使痛，但还是那么的刻苦民心。是真心真意。就算有着猜疑，但还是爱着。深爱着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知心朋友。confidant。会有吗？太不敢去想。人总是来来去去的。原来距离并不可怕。距离反而能保护自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-694144722217105043?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/694144722217105043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/694144722217105043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/confidant.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5569129948587341445</id><published>2011-03-27T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T04:24:42.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fast mon again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5569129948587341445?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5569129948587341445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5569129948587341445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-fast-mon-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8840174787837142438</id><published>2011-03-24T03:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:23:02.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only out of goodwill.. Don't think too much (me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8840174787837142438?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8840174787837142438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8840174787837142438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-only-out-of-goodwill.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1973654625258982421</id><published>2011-03-24T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:22:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1973654625258982421?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1973654625258982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1973654625258982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2552549912631972331</id><published>2011-03-23T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T03:32:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I'm left with nothing now, will I still be that kind of person that you all claimed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just doesnt know me well.. Just look around me and you will know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2552549912631972331?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2552549912631972331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2552549912631972331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-im-left-with-nothing-now-will-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8413073905455290530</id><published>2011-03-23T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T03:14:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day.. legs are breaking apart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8413073905455290530?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8413073905455290530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8413073905455290530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1162167520079559773</id><published>2011-03-21T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T04:46:20.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'tired</title><content type='html'>oh man.. is jus the beginning and I'm damn tired.. haiz.. I duno how am I going to survive the 3 months.. T_T.. tired.. tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1162167520079559773?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1162167520079559773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1162167520079559773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/tired.html' title='&apos;tired'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5854528272490479635</id><published>2011-03-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T07:31:01.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'哭</title><content type='html'>不知道该怎么办才好。是因为该自己的压力太大还是怎样？我不知道。好想躲在家里。一直躲在家。除了哭，我不知道还能做什么。为什么没有一件事是可以用哭来解决的？我找不到倾诉的对象。搞到自己好累。好累。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5854528272490479635?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5854528272490479635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5854528272490479635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_19.html' title='&apos;哭'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-7013990903835031336</id><published>2011-03-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:33:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'痛</title><content type='html'>原来这就是“痛”的感觉。为了别人而活的痛，的辛苦。被背叛的痛。好累。怎么睡都还是好累。头好累，心好累。好累好累。不知道从什么时候上大学变成自己想做的事。因该是从大家知道我有报名大学时，那份压力产生。不知道因该做什么。如果不上大学，我因该做什么？我不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活得好累好累。什么时候才会结束？到底还要多少年？我好累。好累。好想睡。好想睡。什么都不想做。什么也没有了。到底还有谁在身边？可一切都变成谎话了，不是吗？我还真是可笑。装也装够了。笑也笑够了。什么也不想做了。能不能放弃啊？或许最难放下的是自己。可我好累。好累。掩卷了世界的虚伪。人的可怕。心的猜疑。自己的懦弱。如果我不是我，那会不会好一点？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我能做的也只有哭。哭了过后，睡个觉，明天又那么的可悲。这种生活到底要过多久？又不能放弃。又不能做自己想要做的事。又不知道自己想做什么。这世界为何变得那么陌生，变得那么可怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想就躲在家里一辈子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-7013990903835031336?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7013990903835031336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7013990903835031336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_18.html' title='&apos;痛'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8040343369669962788</id><published>2011-03-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T04:34:08.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>I think I'm retarded.. I actually didnt want it like this.. Why did I do it?!! Can time just turn back till that day?! I dun wan ah~ I'm like torturing myself.. Can just slack and rest at home!! Why am I doing this?!! I regretted.. T_T.. How am I suppose to survive this 3 months?! wahh.. buddha, god, please help me~ T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.. so damn tired.. no life again.. T_T.. sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8040343369669962788?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8040343369669962788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8040343369669962788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5841165015621689651</id><published>2011-03-15T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T04:40:46.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我相信我可以变得勇敢。即使在心里的深处感到寂寞，但我相信自己可以。即使一个人，也可以面对。所以不要怕。不要感到害怕。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5841165015621689651?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5841165015621689651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5841165015621689651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4065449204155127528</id><published>2011-03-13T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:36:56.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱してる</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfG_nk1rfxM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4065449204155127528?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4065449204155127528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4065449204155127528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_13.html' title='爱してる'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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://img.youtube.com/vi/EfG_nk1rfxM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8316940936213515544</id><published>2011-03-12T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:53:27.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'轉身之後</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YjT2_YYpbNE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bii-转身之后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词:何俊明作曲:何俊明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和你相约在这里&lt;br /&gt;有些事想说明&lt;br /&gt;我的决心&lt;br /&gt;你却不愿意听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你想逃避&lt;br /&gt;不想问不想听&lt;br /&gt;这段感情&lt;br /&gt;已经快要暂停&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听我说&lt;br /&gt;从今后我会一个人生活&lt;br /&gt;没有我的时候&lt;br /&gt;你要一个人要好好过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我转身之后&lt;br /&gt;你却又抱着我&lt;br /&gt;在放手以后不在拥有&lt;br /&gt;彼此的温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我转身之后&lt;br /&gt;你的泪不停流&lt;br /&gt;虽然心很痛却只能说&lt;br /&gt;分开以后&lt;br /&gt;我就要远走&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8316940936213515544?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8316940936213515544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8316940936213515544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_3619.html' title='&apos;轉身之後'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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://img.youtube.com/vi/YjT2_YYpbNE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3741755076474084117</id><published>2011-03-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:26:31.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>逃避</title><content type='html'>或许开始逃避的人不只我一个。如果要听真心话，那么就说吧。&lt;br /&gt;其实别人说什么你就信。就算不信，也在怀疑。&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话，都比当时人说的话更有说服力。&lt;br /&gt;当你选择跟别人讨论我时，你也就是信那个人，不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;那为什么听到的事，我还要多做解释？&lt;br /&gt;你们的对话，根本就不是我应该知道的事。&lt;br /&gt;你却还因为我不为自己辩解而生气。也太好笑了吧？&lt;br /&gt;我是一个怎样的人，是要我自己说，这也太奇怪了吧？&lt;br /&gt;我是一个怎样的人，也被人评估。不好突然变成我的错。我必须要改。这也太奇怪了吧？&lt;br /&gt;我不是个善于表达的人。更不喜欢多做解释。我也不会去问“你是怎样的一个人？”&lt;br /&gt;请做多点观察。&lt;br /&gt;还有，信任是需要时间来建立的。在几个月之间是不可能建立的。&lt;br /&gt;要突然对你说出全部的会是不可能的。我也不会那样做。&lt;br /&gt;我们之间都不知道像什么关系。&lt;br /&gt;我都不知道自己在烦什么。现在还要烦这些也太奇怪了吧？&lt;br /&gt;有时在想到底是我的错，还是你的错，还是大家都有错？&lt;br /&gt;我知道做了那么多，最后还是我的错。&lt;br /&gt;如果有错，那我的错就是再一次跟你说话。&lt;br /&gt;如果当初不是那样的话，今天的一切也就不会发生。&lt;br /&gt;所谓在你们眼中的我，也不会被发表出来吧。&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道。如果我改变了，那还会是我吗？&lt;br /&gt;但其实真正的我是什么？连我自己都不知道。不过别人好像比较了解我。那也就奇怪了。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3741755076474084117?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3741755076474084117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3741755076474084117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_12.html' title='逃避'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-507240050722533593</id><published>2011-03-12T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:19:26.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Bii~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTt_NgtSB7Q/TXuOnDUejXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQuRdCHE650/s1600/Bii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTt_NgtSB7Q/TXuOnDUejXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQuRdCHE650/s320/Bii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583212964613098866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man~ loving you.. so cute.. haha!! he sings so nice too!! recommend his album ah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-507240050722533593?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/507240050722533593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/507240050722533593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/bii.html' title='~Bii~'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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/-NTt_NgtSB7Q/TXuOnDUejXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQuRdCHE650/s72-c/Bii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-872675208579695177</id><published>2011-03-10T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:37:53.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好像每个人都想要我死。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-872675208579695177?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/872675208579695177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/872675208579695177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-7287362130044215534</id><published>2011-03-07T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:59:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>上有天下有地&lt;br /&gt;左有爹右有娘&lt;br /&gt;中间有个小心肝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;荷仙子&lt;br /&gt;鱼宝贝&lt;br /&gt;青青水草两头隔&lt;br /&gt;船儿船儿水中过&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-7287362130044215534?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7287362130044215534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7287362130044215534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4849223890557296428</id><published>2011-03-05T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:42:05.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>当你给别人机会时，谁会给你机会？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4849223890557296428?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4849223890557296428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4849223890557296428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_1151.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2457083571248820944</id><published>2011-03-05T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:40:33.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么都是我错？我不懂。一直都不懂。为什么我好像都是在为了别人而活？好累好累。我存在只是为了迁就别人，帮别人做事，跟着别人的话去做吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想休息，可以吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2457083571248820944?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2457083571248820944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2457083571248820944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5116664988212517729</id><published>2011-03-04T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:48:28.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>替代了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5116664988212517729?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5116664988212517729'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6130416220031501998</id><published>2011-02-25T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:02:16.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS!!</title><content type='html'>mad.. what am I doing online?? Very tired.. Real tired.. this is crazy.. why am I so stress?! AH!!! mad!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. going crazy soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6130416220031501998?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6130416220031501998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6130416220031501998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/02/exams.html' title='EXAMS!!'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6513594826598784738</id><published>2011-02-09T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T05:46:13.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'pain</title><content type='html'>I hope you will just cry it out.. You will feel so much better.. Why are you forcing yourself to be happy and smile when you are not even feeling that way? It's not worth it keeping that promises.. From that day he left using that stupid reason, he's not going to return anymore.. Once, I'm also the same as you, believing that he will be back, but he didn't.. And I didn't see him for a few years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels.. Is like something punched a great deep hole inside your heart.. Can't feel the heart beating inside your body.. Felt lost.. but what can you do? Continue walking but the different thing is that you are currently walking alone.. Even though u said u must be strong, not crying but I know.. Somewhere around the heart, you are hurt deeply.. You are just covering the scar, not wanting to let anyone discover it.. Why are you doing this to yourself? It feels so hurt seeing you in this state..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope somewhere around the world, there is someone who will love this girl wholeheartedly.. She's nice and caring.. She's a good friend who doesn't leave you alone.. She's someone who you can trust.. So please, give her happiness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6513594826598784738?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6513594826598784738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6513594826598784738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/02/pain.html' title='&apos;pain'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2083884163367166995</id><published>2011-02-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:48:47.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'New year, new life, new day, new memories</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Chinese New Year!! =) Did you people receive lots and lots of ang bao? Haha.. Don't eat too much oh~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch Paradise Ranch epi 4.. Not bad ba? I guess.. Just he pronounce his sentences like word by word.. haha.. I still think that everytime this type of show, the female actress not very pretty de.. so weird.. playful kiss also like that ah.. Under cute category instead.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my sitting arrangement.. Currently sitting beside the stupid door.. Wind is blowing and blowing at me.. Skin is getting colder and colder.. Hands are freezing.. =.=..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stick my nails.. so nice.. haha!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, its time for self-reflection again.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 year, probably there are lots of things happened. I can't really remember all the things that happen.. But of course, there are precious ones, hurtful ones, happy ones, sad ones.. Lots of things are lost, lots of things are received (I believe.. haha..) Still, I hope new year will have more friends.. I will try to be a better person.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2083884163367166995?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2083884163367166995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2083884163367166995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year-new-life-new-day-new-memories.html' title='&apos;New year, new life, new day, new memories'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5881996465652304923</id><published>2011-01-31T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:27:23.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'复刻回忆</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uV5T2zkg-gQ" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲:桑田佳佑&lt;br /&gt;作词:易家扬&lt;br /&gt;演唱:薛凯琪(fiona) and 方大同(khalil)&lt;br /&gt;歌曲:复刻回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还好吗好久不见&lt;br /&gt;又来这里这个老店&lt;br /&gt;后来的你喜欢了谁&lt;br /&gt;我们聊聊天&lt;br /&gt;现在的你一样美丽&lt;br /&gt;至於爱情是个回忆&lt;br /&gt;她不爱我他离开你&lt;br /&gt;爱会来就会去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在不同的城市努力&lt;br /&gt;偶尔也会想想你&lt;br /&gt;这样的我那样的你&lt;br /&gt;要很久才相聚&lt;br /&gt;我们都没说那遥远的曾经&lt;br /&gt;我们也没提故事的原因&lt;br /&gt;青春的复刻回忆像一片云&lt;br /&gt;没法子抓在手里&lt;br /&gt;我们的眼泪在复习着过去&lt;br /&gt;我们的微笑是彼此的氧气&lt;br /&gt;复刻的回忆是封挂号信&lt;br /&gt;多远都可以找到你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;窗外的树爱哭的风&lt;br /&gt;烦恼的我聪明的你&lt;br /&gt;爱是什么什么人懂&lt;br /&gt;所以别难过&lt;br /&gt;心还痛吗请忘了吧&lt;br /&gt;所谓幸福是个童话&lt;br /&gt;后来的我一切随意&lt;br /&gt;所以没关系&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在不同的城市努力&lt;br /&gt;偶尔也会想想你&lt;br /&gt;这样的我那样的你&lt;br /&gt;要很久才相聚&lt;br /&gt;我们都没说那遥远的曾经&lt;br /&gt;我们也没提故事的原因&lt;br /&gt;青春的复刻回忆像一片云&lt;br /&gt;没法子抓在手里&lt;br /&gt;我们的眼泪在复习着过去&lt;br /&gt;我们的微笑是彼此的氧气&lt;br /&gt;复刻的回忆是封挂号信&lt;br /&gt;多远都可以找到你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;午后的闷热的窗外的一场大雨&lt;br /&gt;让我们看见了以前的自己&lt;br /&gt;把时光倒转回那一季&lt;br /&gt;那年的梦他乡的你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5881996465652304923?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5881996465652304923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5881996465652304923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_31.html' title='&apos;复刻回忆'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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://img.youtube.com/vi/uV5T2zkg-gQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4936669254970430320</id><published>2011-01-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:03:55.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZgVyIcr6-DM" frameborder="0" width="480" height="390" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너는 사랑이란 걸 아니?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what’s call love?&lt;br /&gt;아냐 사실 나도 모르겠어…&lt;br /&gt;no~ in fact I have no idea about it too…&lt;br /&gt;단지 모르는 게 Ye&lt;br /&gt;just don’t know it Ye&lt;br /&gt;가슴이 뜨겁고 막 뛰고 자꾸 눈물이 흘러 나&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels hot and I keep running and keep tearing up&lt;br /&gt;어떻게 해야하는 거니.&lt;br /&gt;what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;찾아가 무릎 꿀으면 되니…&lt;br /&gt;Should I go pleading with bent knees?&lt;br /&gt;나도 모르게 Ye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know too Ye&lt;br /&gt;계속 너를 찾고 또 뛰고, 걷다 보면 또 제자리야&lt;br /&gt;I keep finding you and running, I’m back to the original spot even when I keep walking&lt;br /&gt;Do you not love me Do you not want to forget&lt;br /&gt;새로 시작하려 해도&lt;br /&gt;even if I want to start anew&lt;br /&gt;쉽게 되지가 않는 우리 사랑&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seems easy for our love&lt;br /&gt;내 기억. 추억들~&lt;br /&gt;My memories. sweet memories~&lt;br /&gt;더 이상 감출 수조차 없는 내가 되었으니~&lt;br /&gt;I have become someone who can no longer hide it&lt;br /&gt;지난 날은 잊어~&lt;br /&gt;forget the old days~&lt;br /&gt;오직 서로만 지켜 가면 돼&lt;br /&gt;We just need to have the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;이제 우린 알 수 있잖아.&lt;br /&gt;know we know it, don’t we&lt;br /&gt;말하지 않아도 알잖아&lt;br /&gt;we know it even if we don’t say it out&lt;br /&gt;매일, 멀지 않던 어제만 소리 치면 되&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we will shout out of the yesterday that isn’t too far&lt;br /&gt;말하지 못해서 미안해&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that I can’t say it&lt;br /&gt;사랑한다 그대여&lt;br /&gt;i love you my dear&lt;br /&gt;몇 번이고 전화도 해봤어&lt;br /&gt;maybe times i’ve tried calling&lt;br /&gt;무슨 말을 할까 고민했어…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about what to say…&lt;br /&gt;나도 모르게 Ye~&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know it too Ye~&lt;br /&gt;잠을 자고 일어날 때도 계속 너를 찾게 되는 거야&lt;br /&gt;even as I fall asleep and wake up, I can’t stop myself from wanting to find you&lt;br /&gt;날 봐 지금의 나를 봐&lt;br /&gt;look at me, look at the me now&lt;br /&gt;너무나 변해버린 내 모습 좀 어색하지만 기다려&lt;br /&gt;Although it feels awakward because I’ve changed so much, wait&lt;br /&gt;너무 멀어지지 말자 내 앞에 세상과 약속할테니&lt;br /&gt;let’s not be too far apart, I make a promise to the world ahead of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4936669254970430320?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4936669254970430320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4936669254970430320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/nine.html' title='&apos;Nine'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ZgVyIcr6-DM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1676198826632332291</id><published>2011-01-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:42:11.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>180111</title><content type='html'>Probably this is life.. I'm tired.. I should be studying now supposingly.. After this blog, I will go study then.. I believe I will.. I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanted this type of life all along.. If you ask me what I want, I do not know either.. Just wan to do the things I like as and when I wanted.. Just want to walk around places that I want to go.. Just want to eat the things I like, travel to places that I want to go.. But now.. I'm stuck here with all the things that I need to do, giving up all my "wants"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not a good person afterall.. Or maybe not that good.. Or maybe I turn into a very straight forward person.. I remember not being like that in the past.. Guess I really met too many different types of bad person.. Not including love, let's jus talk abt friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. Of course I have good friends, close friends.. But of course, at the same time, also meeting friends that are like.. not friends anymore.. I then realised friends, no point accommodating to them always when they started becoming selfish.. I just know that everyone has someone suitable for them, even for friends.. I don't want to go with people who only thinks of themselves.. You just want people to help you and not helping people.. I'm not that stupid anymore.. In the past, treating friends "selfish-less" is what I think.. However, people doesnt treat you this way back in return.. In the end, still kanna backstab.. Not worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting become so straight forward till I didnt understand why.. I just want to protect myself.. Hurting people in the end, becoming what they deserve it.. Sounds bad huh? After a while, I will be nice again.. But humans, they don't learn from mistake.. What to do? Just stay away from them before they become my prey.. But humans, they are pathetic.. They continue to behave like that, coming to you.. So what to do again? Lets just make them become preys and eat them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I learn after becoming prey for 3 times.. And I didnt want to be prey anymore.. It's my turn to play this game.. roles changes.. My turn to become the predator.. Sounds kind of scary.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do I know myself and How well do people know me? I do not know.. Upon all this being said, I'm still a human with a red heart beating inside me.. I still have blood and tears.. I still have soul.. As long as I'm not being offended, I wont go around aiming people (seriously)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone get hurts before.. Because some things are not said, doesnt mean it don't exist.. Some things look nice at the outside, but it doesnt mean it is the same in the inside.. Does humans work in this way? As you get older, the more childish you are? Not able to think? Stop being so irritating!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to study.. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1676198826632332291?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1676198826632332291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1676198826632332291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/180111.html' title='180111'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1371480413884495358</id><published>2011-01-12T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:48:13.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Super Junior - In My Dream</title><content type='html'>Happened to hear this song just now while doing project.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kK1aEVoagpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kK1aEVoagpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super Junior - In My Dream&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;슈퍼주니어 - 잠들고 싶어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;규현) 그녀가 돌아오네요 미안하다고 하네요 익숙했던 그리운 그 손길로 어루만져요&lt;br /&gt;성민) 날 보는 안쓰런 눈길, 듣고 싶던 그 목소리, 다정하게 이젠 울지 말라네요&lt;br /&gt;려욱) 널 내 품에 안으면 사라져 버리고 눈물이 흘러 베개를 적시면&lt;br /&gt;려욱) 난 이제야 잠에서 깨어요 아침은 늘 이렇게 My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 예성) 영원히 이대로 잠들길 바래도, 여전히 그녀로 깨어나도&lt;br /&gt;예성) 다시는 꿈꾸지 않기를 바래도, 오늘도 그녀로 나는 잠이 들 수가 있어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;동해) 그녀가 웃고 있네요 너무나 오랜만이죠 그런 모습 그렇게 보고 싶던 나의 그녀죠&lt;br /&gt;성민) 그녀가 걷고 있어요 어떤 사람과 다정히 내 가슴은 무겁게 내리 눌려요&lt;br /&gt;예성) 또 난 꿈을 꾼 거죠 식은 땀 흐르고 아파서 기억 조차도 싫은 꿈&lt;br /&gt;예성) 난 온종일 무엇도 못하고 시간을 보내겠죠 My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 규현) 영원히 이대로 잠들길 바래도, 여전히 그녀로 깨어나도&lt;br /&gt;려욱) 다시는 꿈꾸지 않기를 바래도, 오늘도 그녀로 나는 잠이 들 텐데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;예성) 이제 흐려질 만도 한데 그녀는 점점 짙어가요&lt;br /&gt;규현) 어제 꿈에서처럼 오늘 내게 와요 이제는 혼자 잠들지 않게&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 려욱) 영원히 이대로 잠들길 바래도, 여전히 그녀로 깨어나도&lt;br /&gt;예성) 다시는 꿈꾸지 않기를 바래도, 오늘도 그녀로 나는 잠이 들 텐데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;규현) 오늘 그댈 다시 볼 수만 있다면, 그럴 수 있다면, 돌아오면&lt;br /&gt;동해) 한번만 네 곁에 잠들 수 있다면, 그럴 수 있다면&lt;br /&gt;려욱) 그대로 깨지 않고 싶어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;예성) 잠이 들 수 있다면&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes back&lt;br /&gt;She says she’s sorry&lt;br /&gt;The skilled hands these I missed caress my own&lt;br /&gt;The apologetic eyes that look at me&lt;br /&gt;the voice I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly telling me not to cry&lt;br /&gt;If I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and you disappear&lt;br /&gt;The tears flow and my pillow becomes wet&lt;br /&gt;At last I wake up from my Sleep&lt;br /&gt;The Morning is always like that…&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVE~~&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would fall asleep forever like this&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with her presence still…&lt;br /&gt;although I hope I don’t dream again,&lt;br /&gt;Like today, it seems I fall asleep with her presence &lt;br /&gt;She’s smiling&lt;br /&gt;It’s really been too long &lt;br /&gt;I’ve missed that expression&lt;br /&gt;She’s my Girl, isn’t she?&lt;br /&gt;She’s walking away&lt;br /&gt;Embracing another person&lt;br /&gt;My chest ‘s like it’s being crushed under a heavy weight&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming again, right?&lt;br /&gt;Cold sweat runs down my body&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to dream about things,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to remember&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do anything all day long&lt;br /&gt;We’ll spend lot of time together, right…&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVE~~&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would fall asleep forever like this&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with her presence still…&lt;br /&gt;although I hope I don’t dream again,&lt;br /&gt;Like today, it seems I fall asleep with her presence&lt;br /&gt;Everything is becoming cloudy&lt;br /&gt;but her image is getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;Like I dreamed yesterday, today she comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t sleep alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would fall asleep forever like this&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with her presence still…&lt;br /&gt;If I could only see you today too,&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it again,&lt;br /&gt;If you came back again…&lt;br /&gt;If you slept by my side one more time&lt;br /&gt;If that happened once again,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Ohuhoh~~~&lt;br /&gt;Uhuhuah~&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall asleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;br /&gt;piang.. how could they beat him up until like that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1371480413884495358?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1371480413884495358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1371480413884495358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-junior-in-my-dream.html' title='&apos;Super Junior - In My Dream'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-7566401682951812515</id><published>2011-01-08T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:24:31.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'礼物</title><content type='html'>Just wanting to share this song that I came across.. The lyrics.. is sooooooooooo sad~ tears keep falling down.. my god.. anyway, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMTk1NjY4NzI=/v.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;礼物 4men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one.. 그냥 보내기&lt;br /&gt;무슨 말해도 절대 안울기&lt;br /&gt;Just twice.. 거짓말하기&lt;br /&gt;손 흔들어주며 환하게 웃기&lt;br /&gt;온 밤을 새우며 적어도 천만번쯤&lt;br /&gt;다시 맹세하고 또 다짐하고&lt;br /&gt;혼자 웃고 울고..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;함께 나눈 키스와 우리 함께 나눈 약속들&lt;br /&gt;너무 많은데 이러면 안되는데&lt;br /&gt;세상에 그 누구도 내 맘 같을 수가 없다면&lt;br /&gt;너의 선물을 감사히 다 받을게&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.. 참 이쁜 숨소리&lt;br /&gt;모든지 원한다면 다 갖는건줄만 알았던&lt;br /&gt;바보라 해도 정말 사랑한다면&lt;br /&gt;너무 힘들어도 이해 못해도&lt;br /&gt;헤어지면 안되잖아..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너의 눈에 비치는 내가 너무 슬퍼보이면&lt;br /&gt;맘 아플까봐 웃고 또 웃었는데&lt;br /&gt;밤새워 연습했던 나의 거짓말이 어색해&lt;br /&gt;참았던 눈물이 끝내는 눈물이&lt;br /&gt;숨막히게 눈물이..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;함께 나눈 키스와 우리 함께 나눈 약속들&lt;br /&gt;너무 많은데 이러면 안되는데&lt;br /&gt;세상에 그 누구도 내 맘 같을 수가 없다면&lt;br /&gt;다시 힘을 내 감사히 다 받을게&lt;br /&gt;You`re saying..good bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one.. 就这样放你走&lt;br /&gt;无论说什么，绝不哭泣&lt;br /&gt;Just twice..说了谎&lt;br /&gt;摇摇手 灿烂的笑&lt;br /&gt;一整夜 少说也有千万次&lt;br /&gt;一次又一次的发誓&lt;br /&gt;独自欢笑，独自哭泣。。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;共同分享的kiss和我们共同许下的约定&lt;br /&gt;有那么多呢，这样不可以的啊&lt;br /&gt;这世上如果再也没谁明白我的心&lt;br /&gt;你的礼物 会感谢的全收下&lt;br /&gt;You`re saying good bye..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Memories.. 像美好的呼吸的声音&lt;br /&gt;以为想得到的便全部都可以拿到&lt;br /&gt;就算被叫傻瓜，如果真的相爱&lt;br /&gt;就算很累，不能理解&lt;br /&gt;也不能分手啊&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;在你的眼中 我是看起来很悲伤&lt;br /&gt;怕你心痛 笑了又笑&lt;br /&gt;练习了一整夜的我的谎言太别扭&lt;br /&gt;想要忍住的眼泪，最终还是眼泪&lt;br /&gt;那让人不能呼吸的眼泪&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;共同分享的kiss和我们共同许下的约定&lt;br /&gt;有那么多呢，这样不可以的啊&lt;br /&gt;这世上如果再也没谁明白我的心&lt;br /&gt;重新拾起勇气 感谢的全接受&lt;br /&gt;You`re saying good bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-7566401682951812515?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7566401682951812515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/7566401682951812515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='&apos;礼物'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-9200827264573254436</id><published>2011-01-07T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T04:03:58.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'look at the facts, face the truth</title><content type='html'>thats what in your heart.. Just look at it.. You are not hurting, You are just being happy now.. Back to the old ones, leaving the new ones.. C'mon.. Just admit it.. In that heart, there is still space for the old.. Probably, this is an outcome that benefits both sides.. Whoever is right or wrong doesnt matter now.. Because it seems that I'm just being right from the beginning.. Never trust it again.. Just stay at it is now.. Because I didnt want any changes so I do not have to face it or accept it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-9200827264573254436?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9200827264573254436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/9200827264573254436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-at-facts-face-truth.html' title='&apos;look at the facts, face the truth'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-3344240886362572558</id><published>2011-01-07T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T03:33:21.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLy77SfCqFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLy77SfCqFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tohoshinki/DBSK - Proud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashibaya ni toori sugiteku&lt;br /&gt;dore dake no kisetsu mou sugitan darou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minareta keshiki wo aruite&lt;br /&gt;tooi kioku kara hitori nukedasenai mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikiba wo ushinaisouna&lt;br /&gt;sonna toki kimi to deatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kono machi de meguriatta&lt;br /&gt;ima mo wasurenai yo ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takusan no kanashimi toka kakaeta fuan&lt;br /&gt;subete wo kimi no nukumori de omoide ni kaeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirotta futatsu no kaigara&lt;br /&gt;mou ichido kimi ni aeta youna kiseki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi ga soba ni itekuretara&lt;br /&gt;kokoro no oku made yasashii kimochi ni nareru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hageshii ame ga futtemo&lt;br /&gt;tsuyoi kaze ga fuku naka demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kono ai wo mamori nukeru&lt;br /&gt;kimi to naraba kitto koerareru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou hajimete omoeta kana&lt;br /&gt;kono te wo hanasanai youni&lt;br /&gt;zutto taisetsu ni toki wo mitsumeyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kono machi de meguriatta&lt;br /&gt;ima mo wasurenai yo ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikiru koto shinjiru koto&lt;br /&gt;yorokobi e to kae nagara itsumade futari tomo no&lt;br /&gt;arukou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to pass through quickly&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wonder which season Ive already passed&lt;br /&gt;I walk passed the scenery Im already use to seeing&lt;br /&gt;I cant slip away from the far away memories alone like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I dont lost the place that I go to&lt;br /&gt;That time I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this street, I met you by chance&lt;br /&gt;Even now I dont forget, from that day on&lt;br /&gt;Everything, like the sad things, the things I carried in anxiety, everything&lt;br /&gt;Through your warmth changes into memories&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two shells I picked up&lt;br /&gt;Once again the miracle of being able to meet you&lt;br /&gt;If you let me be by your side&lt;br /&gt;The inside of my heart will begin to have kind feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if a violent rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Even in strong winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will protect this love&lt;br /&gt;If you are here then surely I can get over this&lt;br /&gt;Because I am beginning to be able to think like this, so that I never loose this hand&lt;br /&gt;Lets always look towards the important times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this street, we met by chance&lt;br /&gt;Even now I dont forget, from that day forward&lt;br /&gt;Living, believing, will this is change into happiness&lt;br /&gt;Forever, lets walk together&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;They are such good friends, why do you people want to make them into such a situation? Many years of relationship and now you make them into enemies.. You still add on to hurt them by making them singing songs to shoot each other.. I seriously dont get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, stop hurting each other.. Everyone jus want them to be happy.. How much they love each other, cant you people see?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-3344240886362572558?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3344240886362572558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/3344240886362572558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/proud.html' title='&apos;Proud'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-734562363108559442</id><published>2011-01-01T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:25:05.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Love Love Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzNQe7PGTUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzNQe7PGTUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYJ - Chajatta / Found You [Sungkyunkwan Scandal Lyrics]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Romaji-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]&lt;br /&gt;Soljikhi cheoeumen mollatseo&lt;br /&gt;Oyeonhan mannamiyeatjiman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ijaeggeot nan gippeumbodan&lt;br /&gt;Apeumeul duh manhi baewatseo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS]&lt;br /&gt;Noonmoori manatdun najiman&lt;br /&gt;nuh-aegaen ootseumman joolggeoya&lt;br /&gt;Ijaeseoya&lt;br /&gt;Nae banjjokeul chajatnabwa&lt;br /&gt;Ireokae gaseumi ddwigo-itjana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;br /&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;br /&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;br /&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;br /&gt;Naega ibmatchweo joolsoo-itgae&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta,&lt;br /&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]&lt;br /&gt;Ma-eumeul dadatdun najiman&lt;br /&gt;Nuh-aegaen naema-eum joolggeoya&lt;br /&gt;Ijaeseoya nae banjjokeul chajatnabwa&lt;br /&gt;Ireokae gaseumi ddwigo-itjana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS]&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;br /&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;br /&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;br /&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;br /&gt;Naega ibmatchweo joolsoo-itgae&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta,&lt;br /&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]&lt;br /&gt;Dadchyeotdun naema-eum apeun sangchuh da anajoon saram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]&lt;br /&gt;Duh manhi saranghaejoogo shipeo unjaekkajina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS]&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;br /&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;br /&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;br /&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;br /&gt;Naega ibmatchweo joolsoo-itgae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]&lt;br /&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;br /&gt;Naega ibmatchweo joolsoo-itgae&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;br /&gt;Chajatta,&lt;br /&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]&lt;br /&gt;Gomapda.... Naegyutae wajoseo&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Translation-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at first I didn't know, though it was an accidental encounter&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I've learned more about sorrow than happiness&lt;br /&gt;Though I was full of tears, I will bring you only laughter&lt;br /&gt;I must have finally found my other half&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing like this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;br /&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;br /&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had kept my heart closed, I'll give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I must have finally found my other half&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing like this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;br /&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;br /&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who embraced all the painful wounds on my closed heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you more and more, for eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips,&lt;br /&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;br /&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;br /&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... For coming to my side....&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wohoo.. cant stop loving them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-734562363108559442?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/734562363108559442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/734562363108559442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-love-love.html' title='&apos;Love Love Love'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-213063794186451639</id><published>2011-01-01T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:20:04.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate this</title><content type='html'>really didnt understand.. no matter how hard I try.. he never sees me.. everytime he come home, all he cares is sis.. the first thing when he open his mouth and ask is abt sis.. Over these few months, he never ever ask about me.. all he knows was to keep asking me to go uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is anything, jiu shi my prob.. ahhhhhhhhhh! wat the crap.. sis is the best.. everything is me not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there are so many people I have to take care.. I have so many responsibilities, even more than my sister.. I have to take care of my brother making sure he don't go astray.. I have to take care of my grandparents, I have to go out with my aunts.. I'm not superwoman.. I don't even have free time for myself liao.. At every of my free time, I still must care about other people's business.. How busy I am sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好累。。真得好累。越来越不知道自己努力到底是为了什么。还是从一开始，想法都没变。我好想好想逃离这个家。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-213063794186451639?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/213063794186451639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/213063794186451639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2011/01/hate-this.html' title='hate this'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2606585179998628354</id><published>2010-12-29T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:58:15.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>真是烂透了</title><content type='html'>烂透了!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 真是烂透了!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 他XXXX的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2606585179998628354?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2606585179998628354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2606585179998628354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_29.html' title='真是烂透了'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4708418347140168520</id><published>2010-12-29T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:32:41.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'projects~</title><content type='html'>oh man.. so tired.. do until blur liao.. *yawn* not in a good situation to do things now.. my tian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I always shoot her.. hahahahahaha.. aiya.. some is just joking de.. but then talk abt serious things with her like project, piang, cannot la! feel annoying.. opps.. like so weird.. dun like la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr do proj again.. left the biggest part of the project.. jia you!!! lou you liao.. oh man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4708418347140168520?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4708418347140168520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4708418347140168520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/projects.html' title='&apos;projects~'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8311778449353463608</id><published>2010-12-28T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:45:35.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'What is love all about?</title><content type='html'>If you ever wonder what is love all about, probably this is what love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just an undescrible feeling that causes your heart to react in a very abnormal way. The way you breathe and speak goes hywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets, looking at the people passing by. Looking at couples walking pass you, do you think they really love each other? The answer is it might not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together doesnt mean loving each other. Is the same as not being together doesnt mean not loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two person are together, is the same as 2 different worlds are coming together. If they matches, of course it would be great. But if they doesn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue being together? Or break off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to stay together if do not match? The reason is simple. Just because I love you. Problems can be solved easily because &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;. As long as &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;, nothing is impossible. No matter how bad we are being together, I still want us to be together because of that reason again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking off just make people suffer in pain. but they didnt know. sometimes, breaking off is good for both sides. Not suitable means not suitable. Don't love means don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of reasons for breaking off and there is only one reason of coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World changes now.. Things work in an opposite way.. Guys are being more persistant in love and gals are being more carefree in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship doesnt work in a way where treating u well means loving u, means u wouldnt bare to leave. Relationship doesnt work in a way where love exist means we will be forever.  Accomodating doesnt make relationship works. Making changes wouldnt last also. A habit is a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably from the beginning, the problem doesnt lies with him since his relationship works. The problems lies with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8311778449353463608?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8311778449353463608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8311778449353463608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-love-all-about.html' title='&apos;What is love all about?'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-6285188578020254681</id><published>2010-12-25T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T05:02:57.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天是二月二十五日。外面闪电打雷，下着细雨。这仿佛述说我的心情。或许是因为太累了所以哭了。也或许是因为感到莫名奇妙而哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在七个月前，所有的事情就改变了。我承认自己有点后悔。如果不是之前，现在也不会是这样。我从来也没想过原来自己很在意，非常地在意。我发现原来就算自己心里是那么想的，别人或许也不是那么想的。原来那才是比较重要的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仿佛变质了。就像面包一样，发霉了就因该丢掉。一切都不一样了。跟以前比起来，不一样了。像是过客一样，就快要离开了。两个多月后，一切都结束了。除了在毕业典礼，剩下的日子就只有我自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来情意的重量跟时间的长短无关。即使是两年多，也有可能变得不一样。有很多事是不可代替的，但，也有很多事是可以轻易替换的。我不知道他心里在想什么，但或许都是自己想太多的。像我这样的人，哪会重要。不然不会有那么多的离别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些是或许不应该那么的在意，也不应抓得那么紧。世界的变数很多。而在我身上发身的改变真的不少。是在慢慢的长大。开始知道也更了解自己。但真的变了。表情，感觉不一样。就连距离也不一样了。不会在一起出去，不会再谈心，不会在电话里说话，不会再关心，不会再担心，不会再是第一想起的人。或许，这就是命运。我认了。我没有办法赢过命运。我忍了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-6285188578020254681?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6285188578020254681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/6285188578020254681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-8903321466587801143</id><published>2010-12-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:53:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'back to square one</title><content type='html'>Meeting for project soon.. Not east not easy!!! T.T Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is back to square one now.. 2 parallel lines stop crossing and cross with others..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-8903321466587801143?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8903321466587801143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/8903321466587801143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-square-one.html' title='&apos;back to square one'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2052653794297492248</id><published>2010-12-21T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:42:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Gosh</title><content type='html'>wahh.. so long never blog already.. duno what to blog anyway.. headache with project.. bu shi ren zuo de.. =.=.. law also difficult.. In any way u think is easy, actually quite difficult.. hmm.. read until dun wan read liao.. after this wk, wkends I will do FA.. No worries.. buried yourself with projects.. tang yuan dou mei you de chi because of projects.. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something.. Whoever talk to me, and when we start communicating, people would always say "ya, I know".. than what is the point of talking?! Just keep my mouth shut.. Since everyone "ya I know" than what else more should I say? Is like I never say anything, they already know than still come talk to me about it.. Or even sometimes, maybe I shouldnt say so much cause they should know already and is always true.. this is kind of lame.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. start to have new ideas for my story but now is peak period leh.. no mood to write.. just wait for people to write and I read.. =D.. one story is nice, waiting for her to update her story.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes quite pissed off.. I think adults are very obsess with money.. (is that how you spell it? duno..) Cant believe.. I not really like to coax people.. So if I ask, I already did my job, didnt want to go is your own problem.. having dai gou is also your prob.. so don't say I not filial and stuff.. geez.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not da fang ah.. recently keep treating mummy and brother.. but they are my family, what can you do? what treating brother is better.. It's making him learn alot.. He's not treating me small things also.. That's how guys should be like... Dont be so stingy especially towards parents and family.. C'mon la.. guys should be 大方得体.. I'm going to make my brother into the kind of guys I like liao.. hahah!! be it clothing taste or character.. Just hope he gets fatter.. no no.. bigger in size.. haha.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2052653794297492248?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2052653794297492248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2052653794297492248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/gosh.html' title='&apos;Gosh'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-2667271981106927521</id><published>2010-12-10T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:08:58.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never wanted to hurt anyone.. wo de xin zhen de hen luan hen luan.. hen luan hen luan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-2667271981106927521?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2667271981106927521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/2667271981106927521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-never-wanted-to-hurt-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1853801458836674602</id><published>2010-12-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:23:22.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们都太年轻了</title><content type='html'>爱情并不是喜欢就可以在一起，不是吗？而且，为什么只要出了问题，都是我的错？多是我不要，都是我要求太多？爱情应该是开心的，不是吗？吵久了，就累了。心也累。现在的我离开心有很大的距离。喜欢是能变成爱。可是当喜欢无法变成爱时，那么一切都结束了。&lt;br /&gt;我好累。该说的，曾经都说过了。该吵的，曾经也都吵过了。听不听得进去又是另外一回事。为什么会搞得那么累？&lt;br /&gt;想了很多，也不想了很多，到最后，心很辛苦。解不开自己的心结。所以选者逃避。但是，却没有逃避的机会。因为一直来，一直来逼我面对。这场景就像当初。只是角色对换了。我是他，他是我。像是当初，结局会是一样的吗?&lt;br /&gt;爱情跟好人没有关系。如果说是有关系的话，那么现在才十九岁，真么能确定以后不会遇到好事？&lt;br /&gt;我们现在才十九岁啊！永远对我来说是多么遥远的事。曾经相信过，而现在永远那字眼已经变成了奢望。其实有更好的选择，为什么会搞到今天这样，两位都辛苦着。&lt;br /&gt;真的不知道该怎么办才好。受伤时一定会的。但会比现在好很多吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1853801458836674602?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1853801458836674602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1853801458836674602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_09.html' title='我们都太年轻了'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1461570355407657795</id><published>2010-12-08T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:09:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>闷</title><content type='html'>心情一点都没好到。还是感觉非常的郁闷。真不知道该怎么办才好。一直这样下去也不是办法。&lt;br /&gt;没想到老弟会那么说。真惊讶。&lt;br /&gt;不过，他也说得没错。&lt;br /&gt;所以，到底该怎么办才好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1461570355407657795?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1461570355407657795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1461570355407657795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_08.html' title='闷'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1710227352974183450</id><published>2010-12-06T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T04:35:31.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahh.. my da ge msg me today.. shocking.. haha.. started chatting but he reply very slow ah.. =p.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing report at the same time.. It's a torture.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. da ge, just speak the truth la!! tsk tsk.. still say I kypo.. hahaha!! =p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was lame.. went school for 1 hour.. hmmm.. =.=.. tomorrow lecture at 4! mad.. even lamer.. at night, got a lot of ppl go home de.. sure pack with ppl.. lazy to do report.. but no choice.. just look at the proj submission date.. another bad CNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFP 1 feb.. FA 5th feb.. trying to be funny.. sat go sch submit izzit?! huh!!! =.=.. aiyo.. why like that.. another spoiled CNY.. previously, is study during CNY.. now is do proj during CNY!! =.=.. Haiz.. SAD!! I thought 4 days continuously so good.. in end, wkends proj submission!!! =.=..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hope you to be healthy and happy.. take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1710227352974183450?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1710227352974183450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1710227352974183450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-1183901973947551868</id><published>2010-12-04T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:18:58.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>忘了</title><content type='html'>我仿佛好像忘了之前说过的话。也忘了之前说那些话的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;内心感觉很挣扎。除了说对不起，我还能说什么。&lt;br /&gt;原来很多事都不是自己能控制的，就算那个东西是属于自己的。&lt;br /&gt;是什么原因让那改变，我不知道。&lt;br /&gt;我只知道，已经不一样了。&lt;br /&gt;对不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-1183901973947551868?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1183901973947551868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/1183901973947551868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='忘了'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-4652658018350710637</id><published>2010-12-03T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:23:02.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'End of SIP</title><content type='html'>It's the end of SIP.. By right, you should be happy isn't it? But it doesn't seems to be that case.. Of course I'm happy that I do not need to do anymore calling. But I miss the people there.. My da ge and da jie.. aiyo.. Currently writing SIP report.. unable to slp well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still rmb how we bid gdbye yesterday.. oh man... the office became so cold.. People took half day leave including my da ge.. aiyo!! Take half day leave when I'm leavin!! T.T.. And most of the people not in the office either.. AH~ Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day when I started calling.. So wanted to leave the place, the job.. But after knowing more of the people there, till now, the last day, I eventually did miss the place.. Previously wanted to leave because of the job, currently wanted to stay because of the people.. Didn't get to see some ppl even till the last day such as my mentor.. Didn't see her for days.. or even weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH~ Sad.. Maybe when monday arrives, the feeling of missing will be even stronger as normally, in the past, that will be a day to go lavender and work.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over.. A million of thanks and hugs unable to remove the feeling of missing.. Hope we will see again.. Please remember me.. Say Hi and go out for lunch/dinner if we meet on the streets.. Can't believe getting so emo.. Probably it's really good that he took half day leave.. I might not be able to look at him and say gdbye.. Do not know how many times I told da jie goodbye.. The more you say, the more you didn't want to leave.. So keep reminding her that I'm actually leaving.. oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Forget me not~&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Wishes: Please be happy and may we meet again!! =)&lt;br /&gt;I hope the earth is really round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-4652658018350710637?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4652658018350710637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/4652658018350710637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-sip.html' title='&apos;End of SIP'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094854256863164626.post-5773863377970985614</id><published>2010-12-01T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T04:42:00.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'ending</title><content type='html'>2 more days and it marks the end of SIP.. This blog like dead for quite some time.. actually wanted to post during my birthday week.. But because of work, so sian.. not in the mood to type anything.. But still thanks you guys.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally is ending soon.. da ge say tmr want treat me.. hahaha!!! wohoo.. see whether he really treating me not.. say until like so serious.. haha.. gao xiao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'曾经付出全部的爱。所剩的爱或许根本就没有了。找不回那个感觉。那份悸动，那份感觉，那属于我的爱。或许，不因该那么冲动。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094854256863164626-5773863377970985614?l=m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5773863377970985614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094854256863164626/posts/default/5773863377970985614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3m0ri3s-past-hist0ry.blogspot.com/2010/12/ending.html' title='&apos;ending'/><author><name>bubblygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01837632367289483989</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></entry></feed>
