<?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-3915701803101794968</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:26:39.862+08:00</updated><category term='Personal thinking - rubbish mind'/><category term='Triangular love relation~'/><title type='text'>Men are born with...?</title><subtitle type='html'>A new life is born every minute...a pure mind with them...some are born diabilities, stupidity but some are perfect with genius mind...they are greatly differents but they have their own dreams...i have a dream which i hope i never wake up from it...a dream full with naive...a world separated from my reality world~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-3328339323613022756</id><published>2008-09-09T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:54:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BloggIng End here~</title><content type='html'>mY lasT post...&lt;br /&gt;whY? 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Coz today 9/9 is the death ceremony of waYne Har...&lt;br /&gt;No this mother fxxxer...no more idea, no more topic, no blog, no post.&lt;br /&gt;Lesion in Broca n werknice...no is the brain dead...&lt;br /&gt;no more wayne Har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peace in my life....hope peace after dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-3328339323613022756?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/3328339323613022756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=3328339323613022756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/3328339323613022756'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;怕，我已把它收在深处。&lt;br /&gt;也学会了更加懂怎样瘾藏自己，&lt;br /&gt;怎样把世界看得更美丽，&lt;br /&gt;感谢您，保佑了我们。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-8496754362601550943?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/8496754362601550943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=8496754362601550943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/8496754362601550943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/8496754362601550943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_27.html' title='七月十一日'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-2724661814179057190</id><published>2008-07-16T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:11:11.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7小时56分</title><content type='html'>剩下不超过8小时，他会被推进手术室，开头手术了。&lt;br /&gt;很很很希望被推的是我。&lt;br /&gt;现在心情如何？怕？没有。&lt;br /&gt;紧张？没有。&lt;br /&gt;担心？有吧！&lt;br /&gt;我该是撞坏了脑吧。&lt;br /&gt;刚才在医院里，面对着他，不懂说什么。&lt;br /&gt;这一刻，夏祥泰哭了。&lt;br /&gt;心里只有一句话，爸，你一定没事的，我爱你~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-2724661814179057190?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-8660900792470593496</id><published>2008-07-15T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:16:08.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>为什么？</title><content type='html'>看过一本书吗？一万个为什么？&lt;br /&gt;有问必有答？真的吗？信者则信吧~&lt;br /&gt;有时希望当时驾车的是我，有是希望会的是全家人。&lt;br /&gt;为什么我当时不早点出门？为什么我要用手机看轮胎？&lt;br /&gt;为什么脑集血的不是我，为什么当时不是我站在我爸的位置？&lt;br /&gt;每晚我都发同一个梦，车祸前的情竟都会自动浮在脑海中。&lt;br /&gt;昏迷中的我，仿仿佛拂还记得一些画面。&lt;br /&gt;当时是您叫我醒吗？是您叫我活下去的吗？&lt;br /&gt;是您给我的力量，爬了起来~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-8660900792470593496?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/8660900792470593496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-2189414533846611949</id><published>2008-07-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:34:15.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怕。。。</title><content type='html'>怕，我终于怕了。现在懂了，也更明白了。&lt;br /&gt;当你在生与死的边缘，你剩下几分钟，你知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;当你躺在高述公路中间，张开眼睛，望着的是一片乌黑的天，一滴一滴的雨水打在你的脸上，四肢都很疼，望着左边的是你一生最亲的人，身上有血迹，那时你就懂什么是怕。&lt;br /&gt;现在回想起，真的还会怕。但要感谢当时的自己，不会慌，不会怕。&lt;br /&gt;现在还在修养中，要知道详情，下文吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-2189414533846611949?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/2189414533846611949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>失去+想念</title><content type='html'>我真的好想念您，真的。&lt;br /&gt;我再也不能听到您的声音，不能见到您，不能摸到您。&lt;br /&gt;两年了，我没回去，&lt;br /&gt;两年了，我拖了又拖，&lt;br /&gt;您安详着睡着了，眼看着您，泪眶也湿了，&lt;br /&gt;我懂我失去了您。&lt;br /&gt;我答应了您，我不再流泪，我不再哭。&lt;br /&gt;您放心吧，我们会活得很好，因为&lt;br /&gt;您的声音一直在我们的心里，&lt;br /&gt;您的笑容一直在我们的脑里，&lt;br /&gt;您的慈祥，您的伟大，我们用不会忘，&lt;br /&gt;您的担忧，交给我们，&lt;br /&gt;您完成的您的责任，&lt;br /&gt;好妈妈，好家婆，好婆婆，&lt;br /&gt;放下一切了，婆，会合了公公了吧。&lt;br /&gt;真得很后悔，很惭愧，&lt;br /&gt;我没尽孝，您这样疼我。&lt;br /&gt;我想念您，我爱您~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-1680618939573837598?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/1680618939573837598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=1680618939573837598' 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/&gt;你说不爱就不爱&lt;br /&gt;我一个人欣赏悲哀&lt;br /&gt;爱只剩下无奈&lt;br /&gt;我一直不愿再去猜&lt;br /&gt;钢琴上黑键之间&lt;br /&gt;永远都夹着空白&lt;br /&gt;缺了一块就不精采&lt;br /&gt;紧紧相依的心如何&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;你比我清楚还要我说明白&lt;br /&gt;爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢&lt;br /&gt;我用背叛自己&lt;br /&gt;完成你的期盼&lt;br /&gt;把手放开不问一句&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;当作最后一次对你的溺爱&lt;br /&gt;冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管&lt;br /&gt;只要你能愉快&lt;br /&gt;心有一句感慨&lt;br /&gt;我还能够跟谁对白&lt;br /&gt;在你关上门之前&lt;br /&gt;替我再回头看看&lt;br /&gt;那些片段还在不在&lt;br /&gt;紧紧相依的心如何&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了你喜欢的人背叛了自己，是你喜欢或你爱的人？&lt;br /&gt;两个人开始的原因只有一个，很简单，我喜欢你，我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;两个人分开的时候，就算他有几笨，他可以给你千千万万的原因。&lt;br /&gt;然而，却又有另一种说法，&lt;br /&gt;两个人开始的原因可以有很多个，&lt;br /&gt;分开的原因只有一个，就是我不再喜欢你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱和喜欢怎样分辨？当初他对你说我爱你，今天却说我不喜欢你。&lt;br /&gt;种种疑问在脑海里旋转。以爱来结合，以喜欢来分开。&lt;br /&gt;还有一种咚咚叫做不讨厌，&lt;br /&gt;查了字典，喜欢的解释是不讨厌，但爱情不是数学，&lt;br /&gt;不是计算机可以算得出的，&lt;br /&gt;不是你付出多少，你一定有多少回报。&lt;br /&gt;和爱你的人在一起，&lt;br /&gt;和你喜欢的人在一起，&lt;br /&gt;和你不讨厌的人在一起，&lt;br /&gt;当爱你的人，你喜欢的人，和你不讨厌的人将离开你，&lt;br /&gt;你才发现原来你爱上了他，&lt;br /&gt;当你有了新欢，原来之前只是喜欢而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哲学的角度分析，&lt;br /&gt;付出多少，要求回报多少，只会使自己更辛苦，&lt;br /&gt;一份耕耘，一份收获，错了&lt;br /&gt;继续耕耘，别望收获，&lt;br /&gt;但是你做得到吗？你可以背叛自己吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-3724283916634927299?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/3724283916634927299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=3724283916634927299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/3724283916634927299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/3724283916634927299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-just-cactus.html' title='背叛~'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-5754955044051318680</id><published>2008-05-05T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:58:16.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>背你上楼的男人</title><content type='html'>她是城市的白领,他是城市的扛包工人.高中毕业后,两个人划着完全不同的青春轨迹.可是, 他们依然保持着恋人的关系.仅仅是保持着.&lt;br /&gt;白天,她在公司里喝正宗的雀巢咖啡,&lt;br /&gt;下班后,她吃他买来的廉价的冰棍;&lt;br /&gt;中午,她品味着公司里精致的饭菜,&lt;br /&gt;晚上, 他带她去脏兮兮的饭馆吃并不正宗的兰州拉面.&lt;br /&gt;她认为,自己的生活太不协调.这样的恋情,从开始的那一天, 便仿佛注定了某一种结局.&lt;br /&gt;他每天去接她,然后送到她所居住的白领公寓的电梯口, 道一声晚安,匆匆离去.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天她突然想撒娇,她说背我上去吧!他看了看电梯,电梯运转良好, 然后他回头,说,好.他没问理由.他背着她,从一楼开始,慢慢向上爬.爬到一半他累了,他说休息一下好不好,她突然来了兴致, 娇嗔着说不行.他就真的没有休息,一直爬到她的寓所所在的13楼. 她问他累不累,他说累,比扛包累.她知道他说的是真的 ,  她有了一丝感动.但他们还是分手了.因为有时候,仅有感动,并不能够将爱情维持  .爱情的本身,除了感动,好象还有太多的琐碎.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;城市里并不缺少一个扛包工人,所以他回到乡下. 他偶尔会给她打电话,告诉她他现在种着大棚,挣了一些钱.她听着,淡淡的. 那时她已经有了新的男友,门当户对的,可以充门面,协调生活的那种. 然后某一天,他有一次打来电话,说他攒够了五千元钱,这些钱可以在乡下娶老婆了.她发现,突然间,自己的眼角,竟然有些湿润.她新交的男友也是每天接她下班,送她至电梯,很绅士地道一声晚安,然后离去某一天她说,背我上去吧.男友说 ,行. 那时电梯停在一楼,男友背起她,飞快地冲进电梯.她伏在男友的背上,与电梯一起爬升,心却在飞快地下沉.男友嘿嘿笑着,好象对自己这个带着幽默的小伎俩很是满意.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一天,她没有接受男友照例的吻别. 她给他打电话,她问他那五千块钱花出去了吗?然后她便发现自己泪流满面.他说花出去了。她扔掉了电话,那一刻,  她觉得自己正在失去整个世界.    &lt;br /&gt;几天后她在电梯门口看到他,他的手里拿着一枚戒指,很高档.  他把戒指扬了扬,说, 五千块.她乐了.然后她开始哭泣,哭得一塌糊涂.她说背我上去?他说好.然后他背着她,一步步爬着楼梯.途中他累了,他说这次让不让休息,她说不行不行.他就沉默着,一直爬到了13层.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时她想,如果一个男人,肯背着一个女人爬最漫长的楼梯,甚至可以不问理由,那么,这个女人,还有什么理由拒绝他呢?她给了他一个长久热烈的吻.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-5754955044051318680?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/5754955044051318680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=5754955044051318680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/5754955044051318680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/5754955044051318680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='背你上楼的男人'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-7152969840601272440</id><published>2008-04-24T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:04:11.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Favorite Quote~</title><content type='html'>1."Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men: What to have for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Why not we have steamboat?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Don't want la, eat steamboat later got pimples in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Alright, why not have Si Chuan cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Yesterday ate Si Chuan, today eat again?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Hmm... I suggest we have seafood.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Seafood no good la, later I got diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Anything" Men: So what should we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Men: How about watching movie? Long time we didn't watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Watching movie no good la, waste time only.&lt;br /&gt;Men: How about we go bowling or do some exercise?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Exercise in such hot day? You not feel tired meh?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then find a café and have drink.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Drink coffee will affect my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "You decide"&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then we just go home lo.&lt;br /&gt;Women: You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Let's take bus, I will accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Bus is dirty and crowded. Don't want la.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Ok, we will take taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Not worth it la. For such a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Alright, then we walk lo. Take a slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;Women: What to walk with empty stomach woh?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women: You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Let's have dinner first.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Eat What?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anything…&lt;br /&gt;Men: I give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-7152969840601272440?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/7152969840601272440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=7152969840601272440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7152969840601272440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7152969840601272440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-favorite-quote.html' title='Girls&apos; Favorite Quote~'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-2000258303977125940</id><published>2008-03-26T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:24:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜欢和爱的区别</title><content type='html'>爱是他在的时候，眼睛里只有他一人；&lt;br /&gt;他不在的时候，一切都带有他的影子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是在深夜看书时突然想起他， 想象他现在做什么，心里漾起一阵轻飘飘的温暖， 却从不主动给他打电话。几分钟后， 注意力又重新被书中的情节吸引!&lt;br /&gt;爱是在寂寞的夜里，思念如潮水般涌来， 手里捧着书却怎么也看不进去，心里惦记着他此时是否还在加班， 吃没吃晚饭，是不是如自己想着他一般想着自己!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是和他讨论问题争的面红耳赤， 各不相让，在他面前像个刺猬一样从不认输， 但在心里却早已暗暗佩服他的见地他的才华。&lt;br /&gt;爱是希望他和自己步调一致，和自己心灵相通， 他无心说的一句玩笑话也能让自己顷刻情绪低落甚至眼泪汪汪。 在他面前，自己是从不设防的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是出门在外给他发个短信，告诉他这边的天气很好， 然后把手机关掉，独自在异地疯玩一个星期， 晒成一个黑人后突然出现在他面前吓他一跳。&lt;br /&gt;爱是无论到哪都希望有他陪伴。可以站在海边给他打手机，让他听听海浪的声音； 也可以因为在异乡的街道上看到一个酷似他的背影而愣在原地久久不动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是他出差前简单的道一声“一路平安”，看着他离去的背影，心中有一点不舍， 却什么也不说，只是默默等待他归来的消息。&lt;br /&gt;爱是他临出差前千叮咛万嘱咐，往他的背包里塞满衣服和食物， 在车站要等到火车开走才肯离开。并且在他走后的日子里天天心神不定，一遍遍的祈祷他能够平安归来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是在受伤的时候，不想让他看到自己脆弱的一面， 在他面前把眼泪悄悄抹掉，转过头依然是一副快乐坚强的模样。&lt;br /&gt;爱是在受委屈的时候，爬在他的胸前痛哭，没有伪装没有顾虑， 把所有的烦恼统统告诉他，并渴望从他的怀抱中得到安慰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是和他周末逛街逛累了一起吃肯德基； 是在寒冷的冬天和他抢一杯热咖啡； 是和他并肩走在街上中间始终隔着半米的距离； 是陪他一起在电脑前打游戏两个人笑的像个孩子。&lt;br /&gt;爱是周末利用半天时间亲手做出几道好菜满足的看他吃下去； 是在寒冷的冬天不断为他的咖啡杯里续上热水； 是和他走在街上任由他紧紧挽着自己的手； 是在他旁边安静着坐着，幸福地看着他在电脑前工作时专心的样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是听他讲自己童年的趣事，然后哈哈大笑，心中涌起一阵莫名的感动。&lt;br /&gt;爱是听他讲自己童年的趣事，然后微微一笑， 心中更加怜惜眼前这个曾经如此调皮捣蛋的男人!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是在楼道里碰上他，愉快的和他打声招呼，再简单寒暄几句， 擦肩而过的时候看见了窗外明媚的阳光，心情无端好了起来。&lt;br /&gt;爱是在楼道里看见他，脸上装出一副毫不在乎的表情， 但在擦肩而过时细心感受身边颤动的空气，于是忍不住回头望一眼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢是看到他和另一个女孩牵手走过，心里有一点点疼，但很快会冲着朝阳重新扬起笑脸!&lt;br /&gt;爱是一场是输不起的游戏，付出全部之后， 留下的可能仅仅是刻在心底的一道伤痕!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢可以是一个人的事情爱可以是一个人的事情吗?喜欢一个人，叫单恋，两个人互相喜欢，就应该是爱吧!&lt;br /&gt;喜欢，是一种心情，爱，是一种感情；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢，是一种直觉，爱，是一种感觉；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢，可以停止，爱，没有休止；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，特别自然，爱一个人，特别坦然；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，有时候盼和他在一起，爱一个人，有时候怕和他在一起；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，不停的和他争执，爱一个人，不停的为他付出；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，希望他可以随时找到自己，爱一个人，希望可以随时找到他；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，总是为他而笑，爱一个人，总是为他而哭；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢，是执着，爱，是值得；&lt;br /&gt;喜欢就是喜欢，很简单!爱就是爱，很复杂!&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你，却不一定爱你，爱你，就一定很喜欢你!其实，喜欢和爱仅一步之遥；&lt;br /&gt;但，想要迈这一步就看你是喜欢迈这一步还是爱迈这一步&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱一个人与喜欢一个人的区别&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，在一起的时候会很开心。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，在一起的时候，会莫名的失落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，你不会想到你们的将来。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，你们常常在一起憧憬明天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，在一起的时候永远是欢乐。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，你会常常流泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，当你们好久不见，你会突然想起她。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，当你们好久不见，你会天天想着她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，当你想起她，你会微微一笑。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，当你想起她，你会对着天空发呆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，你会想她有了孩子，你一定会很喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，会有一天，你突然很好奇：将来我们的孩子会是什么样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人就是希望大家都开心。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人希望她会更开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，你要得只是今天。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，你期望的是永远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人．可能和跟他一起笑．．可是不代表是发自内心的笑.&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人．可能三四年就只跟他说三句话．．可是夜深时．却在心里跟他说了很多只能跟他才能说的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢不用负责任。&lt;br /&gt;爱却本身就是责任。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-2000258303977125940?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/2000258303977125940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=2000258303977125940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/2000258303977125940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/2000258303977125940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='喜欢和爱的区别'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-5812615380711151486</id><published>2008-01-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:27:48.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Message~</title><content type='html'>If one day u being robbed o being threatened by some idiot bastard to take out all ur money from some pathetic banks's ATM, there is one way where u can ask for help silently~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is...SHOUT~ AS LOUD AS U CAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha jz kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when u insert ur ATM card(presently known as Bank card) n when the machine ask for ur password, u jz turn over the sequence of ur original password~&lt;br /&gt;Which means, if ur password is 12345..&lt;br /&gt;U enter 654321, then a secret signal will send to the police forces to send help to u....&lt;br /&gt;The details i still not figure out yet..so sorry~anyway it's a good method to call for help~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N ya...even u enter a turnover password, still the money requested will come out~&lt;br /&gt;so dun worry being beaten by the idoit bastard for no money~lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz pass this info to ur frens n family...as this method still being an unknown mystery to many ppl out there~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-5812615380711151486?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/5812615380711151486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=5812615380711151486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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心你的身体健康。&lt;br /&gt;你喝酒，她向你发脾气，是因为她担心你 酒醉后没有人照顾，感觉到孤单，更怕你在酒吧会出什么事，留下她一个人，她希望跟你长长久久，白头到老 。&lt;br /&gt;你身上被发现有别的女人香，她向你发脾气，是因为她在乎你，你是她的所有，她不想跟别人分享你。&lt;br /&gt;你臭袜子乱扔 ，她向你发脾气，是因为她关心你，她怕有一天她不在时，你会被自己的臭袜子淹没，所以她要先把你训练好。&lt;br /&gt;你忘记她的生日，她向你发脾 气，是因为她对你有所期待，她并不 会要求一个陌生人记住她的生日。&lt;br /&gt;女人是最讲理的动物 ，她的脾气往往导因于各式各样的理由。&lt;br /&gt;女人也是最不讲理的动物，她的理由经常令人无法理解&lt;br /&gt;女人可以为了一件小得不 能再小的事，发一场大得不能再大的脾气。&lt;br /&gt;因为女人对身边 的男人有所要求，有所期望，所以常常会失望；失落。&lt;br /&gt;因此 ，女人容易对男人发脾气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身边有个会向你发脾气的女人，其实是一 件多么幸福的事！而身边有一个会让自己发脾气的男人，是对女人最大的折磨，也是莫大的幸福 。珍惜你身边那个爱生 气的女人，因为会发脾气的女人最可爱了~　　假如有一天，她 不在为你生气。。。。留下的只有漆黑的房间，慌乱的心跳,述说着心灵深处的痛 楚。那寂寞的思念，那暗淡的惆怅，还有那幸福的幻觉，独自呓语。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-4413177060887113633?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-7323186151718635631</id><published>2007-12-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:35:43.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>任凭溺水三千，我只取一瓢饮</title><content type='html'>聊天室或者论坛里的情场鬼见愁常常把“弱水三千我只取一瓢饮”挂在嘴边以信誓旦旦俘获女子的心，但这样的家伙往往都是披着羊皮的狼，风流本色难改。知道这样说的家伙本身就不简单，有必要对他们提高警惕（嘿嘿，我不在此列）。为万千百计，有必要阐述下弱水三千的来龙去脉，考据如下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古时许多浅而湍急的河流不能用舟船而只能用皮筏过渡，古人认为是由于水嬴弱而不能载舟，因此把这样的河流称之为弱水。因此在古书如《山海经》《十洲记》等中记载了许多并非同一河流而相同名称的弱水。山海经载的昆仑之北有水其力不能胜芥故名弱水说的就是这个意思。有些称谓流传到现在还在用，比如甘肃省现在的地图上还有一条弱水河。弱水也用来特指位于西北的婆夷河或黑水河，当然也只限于特定的地理学著作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来的古文学中逐渐用弱水来泛指险而遥远的河流。比较有名的是苏轼的《金山妙高台》中有句：蓬莱不可到，弱水三万里。这是弱水第一次与具体的数字连用。张孝祥的《水龙吟——望九华山》中也有一句‘缥缈珠幢愚卫，望蓬莱、初无弱水’。其他的诗词中就很少见弱水的句子了。反到是后来的小说中用的比较常见些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《西游记》第二十二回唐三藏收沙僧时有诗描述流沙河的险要：八百流沙界，三千弱水深，鹅毛飘不起，芦花定底沉。这是第一次正式的弱水三千的提法。鲁迅先生在他的《集外集拾遗补编.中国地质略论》说道：虽弱水四绕，孤立独成，犹将如何如何...《红楼梦》第二十五回中也有提到：那道人又是怎生模样:一足高来一足低,浑身带水又拖泥.相逢若问家何处,却在蓬莱弱水西。这里也是指遥远的意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再到后来弱水引申为爱河情海。这便是我们现在口边的弱水三千的意思。第一次正式的提出在《红楼梦》第九十一回纵淫心宝蟾工设计布疑阵宝玉妄谈禅：黛玉道:"宝姐姐和你好你怎么样?宝姐姐不和你好你怎么样?宝姐姐前儿和你好,如今不和你好你怎么样?今儿和你好,后来不和你好你怎么样?你和他好他偏不和你好你怎么样?你不和他好他偏要和你好你怎么样?"宝玉呆了半晌,忽然大笑道:"任凭弱水三千,我只取一瓢饮."黛玉道:"瓢之漂水奈何?"宝玉道: "非瓢漂水,水自流,瓢自漂耳!"黛玉道:"水止珠沉,奈何?"宝玉道:"禅心已作沾泥絮, 莫向春风舞鹧鸪."黛玉道:"禅门第一戒是不打诳语的."宝玉道:"有如三宝 "。 从此男女之间信誓旦旦就开始用弱水三千只取一瓢的套话了。稍微少人知的是近代诗人苏曼殊的《碎簪记》，里面有段对白：余曰：然则二美并爱之矣。复叹曰：君思‘弱水三千’之意，当知吾心。又问：然君意属谁先？余曰：淑芳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于现在，弱水三千的提法比比皆是。古龙和金庸的小说里提过不下几十次，每次英俊潇洒的男英雄被一大群春心萌动的美少女骚扰追求时，他都会对女主人公说：弱水三千，我只取一瓢饮,你放心吧，然后男英雄便花开一春又一春。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-7323186151718635631?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/7323186151718635631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=7323186151718635631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7323186151718635631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7323186151718635631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_72.html' title='任凭溺水三千，我只取一瓢饮'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-3117533392202569464</id><published>2007-12-12T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:19:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn YouR "ABC"</title><content type='html'>A for apple, B for boy, C for cat...thats wat i learn during my kindergarden childhood.&lt;br /&gt;R for rabbit...that wats i am...i'm a rabbit...everyone born in 1987 are rabbits~&lt;br /&gt;But now...i'm not more a child like yesterday, R for me is - Responsibilty&lt;br /&gt;Adulthood = responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays u have to deal with ur studies, if u are a student, no doubt for a med student...&lt;br /&gt;U have to deal with ur works, if u are working...u have to earn your own living...to pay everything u need, rental, daily spending blah blah blah...no more like the children, living in thier own world...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ppl will blame the mighty God, why why why...why all these happen on me...&lt;br /&gt;While others live thier lives so happy, full with laughness n joy~&lt;br /&gt;Why i need to keep worry this n that...y i'm the choosen one...&lt;br /&gt;The only sentence used to console this kind of ppl is - He's making all the obstacles to test the preserverance, to make u grow mature, ur best days are coming soon...but when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this kind of life for more than 3 years...when will this end?&lt;br /&gt;Am i an adult, NO, i'm still a teenage, i should have enjoying my life...&lt;br /&gt;Wat is an adult...when u will b considered as an adult? After lose ur virginity? Haha...think more matured~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child always has a dream, hoping the adulthood coming jz as fast as it will be tmr...&lt;br /&gt;But now, i'm consider myself as an adult...i tell u frankly, i so wish i'm not wat i am...&lt;br /&gt;i wan to be who am i, i not yet prepare to take all these...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, u must take up ur RESPONSIBILITY...as a student, as a elder brother and as a son of ur parents.&lt;br /&gt;Although it is real tough way...but u r on that path...beside reach the finishing line...there no alternative way...&lt;br /&gt;Ur life is own by the R in adulthood~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-3117533392202569464?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/3117533392202569464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=3117533392202569464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/3117533392202569464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/3117533392202569464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/learn-your-abc_12.html' title='Learn YouR &quot;ABC&quot;'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-8077296493549418028</id><published>2007-12-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:06:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~DusT~</title><content type='html'>DUST??&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...i asked u to suggest a topic but u gave me...dust...fine fine...thx anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Wat i'm talking is not an ordinary dust...not the stupid tiny, not viable through eye, the one floating in air around us...not that one~ not the one we studied in microbiology...not the one cause hypersensivity, not the carrier agents~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once human was said having a deamon. Deamon is a kind of pet which share the soul of it's master...one human with one deamon...they are linked together...in everything...&lt;br /&gt;Deamon injured, master get the pain...master dead deamon gone~ Kinda of fairytail world, believe it or not? Believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deamon was said will keep on changing their appearance, form ratz to birds to cat to anything...but still an animal...haha~here come the dust...&lt;br /&gt;Dust is a particle form the other world..will go thought the deamon then to the master...making a close connection between them...but now...&lt;br /&gt;We have no deamon, no more dust...the world had evolve...&lt;br /&gt;(more detail information, please get it from "The Golden Compass"&lt;the&gt;&lt;the&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deamon which said share the soul of us...now separate apart from us...that wat we always looking for...our true love~ but when u found one...u say that ur real love...but one day...u will say u made mistake...that's not the real one~&lt;br /&gt;Are ur partner ur deamon, o u are ur partner's deamon? U get wat i mean?&lt;br /&gt;Izzit u belong to her, or she belong to u? Is this a real matter or issue we concerned?&lt;br /&gt;She loves u more? O u love her more? And u love her more than love urself? another issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u see some1 u admire, will ur heartbeat increase - Tachycardia&lt;br /&gt;BP increase? More cardiac output? haha...is these all sign n synptoms when u found ur "deamon"&lt;br /&gt;But if u already had one, but when u see her o him, u have no the above sign...wat does this means?&lt;br /&gt;My chemical romance - I dont love u like i did yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;But dun forget once u said this...&lt;br /&gt;I love more than anything...i willing die for u...i will...i promise...and i will give u everything!~&lt;br /&gt;Let the Dust connected both of u...keep on connecting...&lt;br /&gt;Be her "deamon" instead of making her ur deamon...appreatite b4 u lose it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-8077296493549418028?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/8077296493549418028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=8077296493549418028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/8077296493549418028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/8077296493549418028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/dust.html' title='~DusT~'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-5563977884883199961</id><published>2007-12-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:21:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreNz-ship</title><content type='html'>Wat is friendship? FrenZ on the ship? Relationship with frenz?&lt;br /&gt;Always ppl say frenship is forever, love is jz temporary~&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...are u sure?&lt;br /&gt;Wat u mean by forever? Even a fren u din contact for a long time, izzit still a long lasting relation? How bout changes happened in frenship? Some1 betrayed u, is the words&lt;br /&gt;"frenz forever" still come out from ur mouth? For sure that time u will say - fxxx off, stay away from my life~!! Lolz...wat a FRIENDSHIP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is jz like u and a certain ppl sitting on the same ship, jz both of u on the ship, both of u sure have similiarity in some way...mayb hobby, interests o personality~&lt;br /&gt;But dun forget, ship is in the middle of the ocean, u donno when will it stop when will it move...when will u reach the shore~ n the ship's structures also will be destroy by unexpected bad weather~&lt;br /&gt;So i will say nothing is forever, besides one thing - family~&lt;br /&gt;No matter wat, he's still ur dad, she's still ur mum, each of them sponsored half of ur gene~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples do started from friends~ think bout these...&lt;br /&gt;1) I don want to be just a frenz to u.&lt;br /&gt;    -then wat u wanna be? Best frenz? Haha&lt;br /&gt;2) Why dont us be frenz? Like last time.&lt;br /&gt;    -now wat? trying to dump me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love started with friendship, going to end in friendship too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-5563977884883199961?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/5563977884883199961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=5563977884883199961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/5563977884883199961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/5563977884883199961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/frenz-ship.html' title='FreNz-ship'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-6529499493211883556</id><published>2007-12-09T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:58:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>休息是为了长远的路？</title><content type='html'>有了这一句的出现，人们都把它当作偷懒的借口。&lt;br /&gt;但还有另一句，“人生短短几十年”，哈哈，死了大把时让你长眠！&lt;br /&gt;睡觉是一种休息吗？它会是一种浪费时间的活动吗？&lt;br /&gt;睡觉是人生大享受，但很多人都享受不到~&lt;br /&gt;很多事情如风如雨，就像爱情一样，来得太快就像龙卷风~&lt;br /&gt;这一分钟的你也许是开心的，下一分钟的你可能就变成“迷路的小羔羊”。&lt;br /&gt;失去方向，失去知我，失去一切~&lt;br /&gt;时间不会停下来等你，&lt;br /&gt;只有你去把时间追回，&lt;br /&gt;4星期 7日 24小时&lt;br /&gt;不顾一切的追，你又能追回多少？&lt;br /&gt;只会把永眠时间拉得更长，更长~&lt;br /&gt;差身而过的感觉让我醒了，惊醒了~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-6529499493211883556?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/6529499493211883556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=6529499493211883556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/6529499493211883556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/6529499493211883556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_09.html' title='休息是为了长远的路？'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-7686054597729470797</id><published>2007-12-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:45:55.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>落花有意随流水，流水无心念落花</title><content type='html'>This sentence remind me of something...something i heard always...&lt;br /&gt;Direct translated as - drop leaf willing to follow the running river, by river has no intention to bring leaf along~ Meaning behind it...u love someone n u willing to do anything jz to be with him o her, but this doesnt means he o she must repay ur love~ Deep huh? Seriously hard to understand~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is easy to be started, hard to be maintained...jz like car...u can buy a car by paying the down payment, but the rest of ur life will be bounded by it's maintainence fees, petrol money n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is jz like tornado if it come too fast...same as how it go away from u...i considered some1 in danger if she o he in love...too bad ya~ but it's true~&lt;br /&gt;So how to choose someone to run this LOVE relationship with u, some1 with the personality exactly same with u? o some1 totally different?&lt;br /&gt;If too similiar, izzit a good new to be celebrated?&lt;br /&gt;If too different, izzit a bad new to be consoled?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-7686054597729470797?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/7686054597729470797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=7686054597729470797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7686054597729470797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/7686054597729470797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_06.html' title='落花有意随流水，流水无心念落花'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-630515634684288950</id><published>2007-12-06T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:11:24.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>要记得你对我的答应~</title><content type='html'>他們結婚已有兩年了。 他愛好文學，經常寫文章放上網絡，可是從來沒有人去看。他也會攝影，他們結婚的照片就是他自己拍的。他很愛她。她也是。她脾氣很大，經常「欺負」他，是個「辛辣小霸王」。他脾氣不大，經常讓她，是個「廿四孝老公」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，她又「任性」了。&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「你為什么;麼不肯替我朋友的婚禮當攝影師？她答應價錢照付。」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「那一天我剛好沒時間。」&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「哼！」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「嗯？」&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「什麼沒時間？你少寫幾篇鬼都不看的小說，不就行了。」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「我相信總有一天，會有人欣賞的。」&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「哼！不管怎樣，你一定要替她拍婚禮照。」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「不行。」&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「就只一次。」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「一次也不行。」談判失敗了。於是，她下了最後通牒﹕「三天之內，必須答應，否則--」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一天。她「封鎖」了廚房、浴室、電腦、雪櫃、電視機、音嚮組合，只有雙人床沒被「封鎖」，以示「寬宏大量」。當然，她自己也要睡; 他不在乎，因為他口袋還有點零錢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天。她施以突襲，搜去他口袋的一切，並警告﹕「瞻敢找「外援」的話，一切後果自負。」他慌了。晚上。床上。他求饒，希望她結束這種非常狀態。她不睬他。決心不「軟」不能被他的花言巧語「迷惑」。除非答應條件。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三天。晚上。床上。他靠在床上，頭朝東。她靠在床上，頭朝南。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「我們好好談談。」&lt;br /&gt;她﹕「不答應條件，不談。」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「我談的很重要。」她不吭聲。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「我們離婚吧。」&lt;br /&gt;她頭皮一炸，摸摸耳朵。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「我認識一個女孩。」&lt;br /&gt;她氣極了，想爬起來與他打一場。但她又忍住了，要讓他把話說完，不能沒有「度量」，不過，她覺得眼睛有 點濕了。他從胸口摸出一張照片。她猜出他是從貼身襯衫口袋掏出來的，因為前天只有這件襯衫沒有搜索過，是看走了眼。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「這個女孩很不錯。」&lt;br /&gt;她淚水出來了。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「而且性格也挺好。」&lt;br /&gt;她很傷心，因為他把別的女孩子的照片放在「貼心」的口袋。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「她說和我 ; ;結婚後全力支持我寫作。」&lt;br /&gt;她很嫉妒，因為當初她也對他說過這話。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「這個女孩是真心愛我的。」&lt;br /&gt;她想爬起來朝他吼﹕「我不也是？」&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「因此，我想她是不會逼我幹我不願意幹的事的。」&lt;br /&gt;她在考慮，但她氣難消。&lt;br /&gt;他﹕「你要看看我替她拍的照片嗎？」&lt;br /&gt;他把那張照片湊到她眼前。她火氣很大，一掌打開他的手，再在他瞼上留下鮮紅的五指印。他嘆了口氣。她出了口氣。他把照片放回口袋。她把手縮進被窩。他把燈熄了，睡了。她把燈開了，起來。他睡著了。她失眠了。她後悔了，不該對他這樣。她又哭了，想了很多。她要把他喊醒，要和他親親熱熱地談談。她絕不再逼他了。她盯住他胸口。她要看看那個女孩究竟是什麼樣子。她摸出照片。她又好氣又好笑，又想哭又想笑。那是她自己的「標準照」。是他替她拍的。她俯下身來，在他的臉上親了一下。他笑了。原來他也沒有睡著。 人與人相處 感情有時淡有時濃只要不要忘記最初的相識情境感情才能長久戀人、朋友皆是。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-630515634684288950?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/630515634684288950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=630515634684288950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/630515634684288950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/630515634684288950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='要记得你对我的答应~'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-968173564311446055</id><published>2007-12-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:44:47.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triangular love relation~'/><title type='text'>"Hefner" vs Innocent+Naive</title><content type='html'>When a girl saw any boy playing a game called "triangle relationship", confirm one sentence will come out from the girl's mouth..."fxxx all guys, all the guys are same, PLAYBOY"&lt;br /&gt;Plz...for all the girls who are reading this, please dun make conclution so damn faz. Even though crow are MOSTLY in black...but still there are some white crow...not only white...wat colour u wan? i make one for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the mask of life...wat u called it? Bias? Oh yeah...confounding...haha~ Not only men used mask to face the reality world, the same time, girls too have mask...some even worst...thick make up~ some used their mask to cover their real personality to make things go smooth in their life...and some men used it for...u know wat i'm saying~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years old...a stage where maturing process mayb jz in 60%, but to me...ur maturity not more than 40%...now u're facing a guy with 10 masks~ woah...damn it...i really wan open a 365bet...&lt;br /&gt;betting u lose in the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For u maybe it's not the game...for me...for everyone view it overall, it is jz a peanut game for the guy...there are possibility that wat he said is true, wat we were guessing n wat the rumours we heard were wrong...but the possibility is damn low...u can go ask Dr.Narayan to calculate T-test for u, the result will be...hey girl wake up from ur dream~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can make excuses for wat they did, if they were late for a meeting - traffic jam. If they were too early for a dating(forget the exact time haha), they will say i purposely wanna give u a surprise~ so did him...if a girl asked you...why u still go after me since u got another girl with u...&lt;br /&gt;wat will be ur answer?&lt;br /&gt;1) Dun listen to the rumours, they're jealousing us.&lt;br /&gt;2) Dun believe them, if u really believe them than me, no point for us to be together.&lt;br /&gt;3)If i really got another girl, will i have the time to msg n call u every seconds?&lt;br /&gt;4).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more excuses for this...damn...this is the strongest evidence to prove men are always better than girls...haha...take ur time...19 only...ppl 22 d also still choosing...haha...sorry girl~&lt;br /&gt;i never make a sound in this issue...coz i never know the real situation...but since u as my fren...&lt;br /&gt;n i got the freetime now..n this blog specially for u...&lt;br /&gt;Think twice b4 u leap...aLL the BesT~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-968173564311446055?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/968173564311446055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=968173564311446055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/968173564311446055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/968173564311446055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/hefner-vs-innocentnaive.html' title='&quot;Hefner&quot; vs Innocent+Naive'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-2886368418927657158</id><published>2007-12-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:57:19.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F~A~M~I~L~Y</title><content type='html'>[F]ather [A]nd [M]other [I] [L]ove [Y]ou....&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY...&lt;br /&gt;A word keep on drifting in my mind...i think i have lost it...the meaning of it...the feeling being in it...really...heart breaken issue...izzit my fault? Is it the consequences of all the bad things i did so u return it to me like this? when all of this going to stop? Plz...stop it right the fxxx'ing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...the day i come back from SP after a week of lectures...a double storey house i call it as my house...without "family" taste inside...for me now it is a roof for me top stay from sunlight n rain...a place for me to sleep when i tired...&lt;br /&gt;I tot home is a place for u to cry if u sad...for u to laugh if u joy...for u to rest if u r tired...always there for u if u in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying alone outside...i laugh with my frenz...i solve my own problems...n i hope...one day...i rest myself in peace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i'm hoping...n i trust...my family will come back in one day...&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in all of you...&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915701803101794968-2886368418927657158?l=waynesth0923.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/feeds/2886368418927657158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915701803101794968&amp;postID=2886368418927657158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/2886368418927657158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915701803101794968/posts/default/2886368418927657158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynesth0923.blogspot.com/2007/12/family.html' title='F~A~M~I~L~Y'/><author><name>waYne_sth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12955827191060100936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915701803101794968.post-4027954982512977210</id><published>2007-12-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:40:56.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal thinking - rubbish mind'/><title type='text'>The word "izzit"</title><content type='html'>"Izzit"...jz a normal combination of 4 alphaberts, had make my 4th Dec 2007 midnight so meaningful n funny. A long midnight i spent in "MackeD" (MacD in Telugu slang), with a very interesting topic - Boys n Girls relationship. A topic anna used to ask around....haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began like this...once upon the time...a tall n thin fur ball so called fall in luv with some1...but too bad...his housemate...which is jz the opposite of the description to furball, crush on the same girl at the same time...but furball too good in keeping his own secret...till yesterday only we discovered...jz by one word - Izzit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemiology prevention - i'm going thought primordial prevention, to avoid exposure to causal agents...so i'm not going to elaborate the story~hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzit u always lie n fool around? I knew it dear...Gemuk xxx~ hehe...&lt;br /&gt;i think only 5 persons understand the shit behind this sentence~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are born to be??? Men are born to be loved and repay their love to someone...no one can define LOVE...even an expert in love...i really dont understand someone calling themselves as expert in love...lame~ they study love?? o they go through many loves o they make a lot of love??? I had it...enough is enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cant men jz be faithful in love? Y someone always surrounded by love from everyone but the others keep on giving their love to other without any payback?&lt;br /&gt;why a couple after went through 4-5 years can easily break up jz with one phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Before a guy plan to break up a relationship...plz flashback the time u went after her...wat did u promise her...wat sweet words u had say...n how eager that time u r to have her as ur GF...but at this second u want to put a full stop for the relationship...how cruel u are...plz think twice GUY~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooPs...a bit out of title actually...izzit...haha...wat urs feeling when u find out ur close fren crush with some1 which u admire too...wat ur reaction? wat keep on disturbing u in ur mind - ur frontal lobe got the girl's name, parietal lobe with ur evil plan? n occipital lobe with ur pal's name? Damn...i tell u...u sure die faster than ever...coz ur centre sulcus will be flooded...dun ever think bout it...u will fxxx'ing regret after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is forever...love...if u lucky enough u will get ur true love which is forever...but love also can be a period of give n take relation...hwo long the period?? 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