tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863524975139757692011-09-09T06:33:34.860-07:00AbOuT mY LIFEz1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-24229930304395285412010-12-13T00:49:00.000-08:002010-12-13T01:07:43.885-08:00haizztoday, i wake up very early..<br />i want to follow mummy..<br />i ask her where she want to go..<br />but she din answer me..<br />then i quickly bath and took 1 ringgit..<br />then i rush to the bus stop..<br />so happy to see her still waiting there..<br />and i run to her..<br />i told her: i follow u arh...<br />but she dint answer me..<br />and bus came, she din pay for me>.<<br />every time i take bus with her, she will pay for me geh,<br />but this time no wor..>.<<br />so sad..<br />then i took my 1 ringgit out..<br />i follow at her back..<br />walk walk walk ..<br />i very hungry..<br />i ask her:you got something to eat?<br />she dint answer me also=(<br />so sad..<br />and walk walk walk again..<br />we reach Kanna Mamak stall..<br />she stop..<br />and she gave 10 ringgit and asked me go eat and wait her there..<br />she finally talk to me..<br />i was so happy!!!<br /><br />BUT<br />when we back home,she quickly pack things and go to my aunt house..<br />she bring her clothes and towel..<br />wah!<br />she want to leave me!<br />=(<br />hope she will back at night..<br /><br /><!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2422993030439528541?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-20950617348128651932010-12-12T22:00:00.000-08:002010-12-13T00:48:18.108-08:00@.@<p>mummy dun wan me…</p> <p>she give me 200 bugs..</p> <p>wan me to keep for gor gor to buy some cloth for new year..</p> <p>she ask me not to tell gor gor..</p> <p>i wonder why dun wan tell gor gor leh?</p> <p>then no need give me money lu…</p> <p>then i ma won tell, and won use…</p> <p>finally, i got told gor gor that mummy give money for him geh..</p> <p>then ytd he use 20 bugs for song player to put in car geh..</p> <p>today morning return 180 to mummy..</p> <p>she ask where the 20 bugs went..</p> <p>then gor gor say he bought something, and will show her in car..</p> <p>but she keep bla bla bla..</p> <p>and ask the same question..</p> <p>then i answer the same answer for gor gor..</p> <p>for twice!</p> <p>the second time i answer got abit loud la..</p> <p>and mummy din talk to me the whole day..</p> <p>=(</p> <p>sad..</p><!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2095061734812865193?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-18296823551608802352009-09-04T06:38:00.001-07:002009-09-04T06:38:48.939-07:00=(<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div><br /></div><br />i wan daddy!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1829682355160880235?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-13347031094887779682009-09-04T06:37:00.000-07:002009-09-04T06:38:18.997-07:00daddy......................<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div><br /></div><br />i miss daddy!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1334703109488777968?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-12160325140398751572009-06-27T03:37:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:39:20.291-07:00快乐钟<span style="font-size:130%;">那滴答、滴答的声音</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">催促着我往另一个方向</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我想找到快乐钟</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">然后继续滴答、滴答<br /></span><br /><div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1216032514039875157?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-69405444582532994292009-06-27T03:31:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:19:38.771-07:00最后一次见你的时候最后一次见你的时候<br />天空是这样的<br />小鸟不见了<br />太阳不见了<br />我拿起彩色笔在这天空添点颜色<br />红色是给你的<br />蓝色是给我的<br />老师给了我零分<br />因为下雨前的天空不会有彩虹<br />我擦掉红色<br />也擦掉蓝色<br />你不见了<br />我不见了<br />最后一次见你的时候<br />我们也是这样的<br /><div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6940544458253299429?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-87347754396558146982009-06-27T03:29:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:31:36.267-07:00不老桥<span style="font-size:130%;">不经意又走过一遍</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">屏东东港不老桥</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">再也不能再也不能</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我们再也不能一起变老</span><br /><br /><br /><div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-8734775439655814698?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-53633181640305634692009-06-27T03:21:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:25:43.238-07:00一个人<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">外面究竟是不是天黑</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">下雨的天气</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">会不会找到</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一个人陪<br /></span><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5363318164030563469?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-29912264337054229322009-06-27T03:19:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:21:13.424-07:00@.@<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div>把你的影子加点盐<br />腌起来<br />风干<br />老的时候<br />下酒<br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2991226433705422932?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-69496797873772298352009-06-27T03:16:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:18:59.139-07:00孤单/寂寞<span style="font-size:130%;">我以为这孤单</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">因为关上窗帘</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">没有阳光</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">即使我打开了窗</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">寂寞没有离去<br /></span><br /><div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6949679787377229835?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-61000910291517279962009-06-27T03:11:00.000-07:002009-06-27T03:16:30.763-07:00心事<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div></div><br />心事<br />真的一定要说出来吗？<br />最后可能会更糟。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6100091029151727996?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-21625776290947476022009-06-27T03:00:00.001-07:002009-06-27T03:10:36.953-07:00生命死去<span style="font-size:130%;">我听到生命滴答、</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">滴答地死去</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我没有抱歉</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">只是哭得好累</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">好累</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2162577629094747602?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-27124334707530886772009-06-27T02:51:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:59:42.556-07:00天黑了<span style="font-size:130%;">我啊</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在这个城市被雨困住</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">外头天气晴朗</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我这儿却是天黑</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2712433470753088677?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-29849488595362428222009-06-27T02:45:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:50:47.290-07:00=D<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div></div><br />[ 你很适合当律师 ]<br /> [ 怎么说 ]<br />[ 有罪的都无罪释放，死的都活过来扁你。 ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2984948859536242822?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-1710403106667226522009-06-27T02:35:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:45:17.126-07:00距离，它让每个人都累<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">距离</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它让每个人都累</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">谁会坚持到最后</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">是你还是他？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">有一天</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">泪疯了</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它一直狂掉</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我问它：“怎么了？”</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它说：“因为心生病了。”</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我问泪：“心怎么会生病了？”</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">心说：“因为距离两颗本来快要在一起的心分开了。”</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-171040310666722652?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-31231145796173503092009-06-27T02:29:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:32:18.471-07:00回头<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div><div> </div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">回头</span>的路</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">已不是原来的路</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">回头</span>的你</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">已不是原来的你</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-3123114579617350309?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-49066134561630512882009-06-27T02:22:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:29:44.060-07:00被爱<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">被爱</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">被爱</span>的感觉是什么感觉？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不是每个人都能被爱</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">有人说<span style="color:#ffcc66;">被爱</span>的感觉</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">就像活在天堂</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那活在天堂的感觉</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">又是什么？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">幸福吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">快乐？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">自由？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">而只会<span style="color:#ffcc66;">被爱</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">却不会爱的人</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">悲哀</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-4906613456163051288?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-14877652884567884592009-06-27T02:11:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:20:23.352-07:00>.<<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div> </div></div><br />天涯海角 有谁会知道<br />此时此刻 你我在此相遇<br />纯真可爱 的我们碰在一起<br />如今<br />你将离开 离开我的世界<br />此时此刻 我一直在逃避<br />不想见你 还怕你会对我说再见<br />可是逃避不了<br />我流着眼泪 捂着耳朵<br />不想接受事实<br />你就这样离去 头也不回<br />我看着你 渐渐离我而去<br />想喊你 却不敢开口<br />从那天起 我再也见不到你<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1487765288456788459?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-28576707108898316722009-04-27T23:50:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:10:29.493-07:00few hours to wushu night.....=)<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br />then....<br />Jia Jie....<br />c what he was doing there...<br /><br /><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fddb4dd5480ccae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-12478385903194813372009-04-26T23:08:00.000-07:002009-05-22T20:22:05.987-07:00few hours to Wushu Night...=)<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div>Wushu night!!! so excited..=P<br />I go to school so early..<br />I go TTC n oi oi..<br />=)<br />Then i when in the school at about 10am..<br />Then we play n play..<br />Everyone was so exited...<br />=)<br />After having our lunch, our ipoh chicken rice..<br />haha<br />then they all play truth or dare...<br />Ze Song..<br />he go touch Siu Jeen's hair..<br />haha<br /><br /><br /><p><!-- END CBOX --><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5b895ada49a11ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-53841022163888189042009-03-28T18:41:00.000-07:002009-03-28T18:42:34.795-07:00十年<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div>十年<br />不短<br />但对想念一个人来说<br />太长<br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5384102216388818904?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-1362741505564042622009-03-20T18:31:00.000-07:002009-03-28T18:46:28.236-07:00分手之后<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>分手之后的时间<br />会像是一种不属于地球的时间<br />你无法感受它的长短<br />因为当你再见到对方的那种<br />陌生感<br />会让你觉得恍若隔世<br />这陌生感相当强烈<br />强烈到会影响你的行为<br />或许你只跟对方分手几天<br />但几天之后再见到他<br />你会觉得那颗已经受伤<br />而且脆弱的心被严重挤压<br />熟悉感从右方压过来<br />陌生感从左方挤过去<br />你的眼神飘忽不定<br />你的心跳混乱不已<br />你会说些莫名其妙的话<br />而且用字多礼<br />像是第一次见到对方一样客气<br /><br /><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-136274150556404262?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-12561284994390413302009-03-18T18:23:00.000-07:002009-03-28T18:45:41.388-07:00空<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>其实这几个月的时间<br />我过得很空洞<br />我觉得我在一个没有男朋友的爱情里<br />爱着一个男朋友<br />他偶尔来<br />急着走<br />拥抱很少<br />等待很多<br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1256128499439041330?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-29401844084767094882009-03-14T18:27:00.000-07:002009-06-04T19:11:20.689-07:00不懂爱的人<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div>只会被爱的人<br />悲哀<br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2940184408476709488?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-86315954407760287372009-03-14T18:22:00.000-07:002009-03-28T18:45:21.875-07:00距离<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div>飞机一离地<br />你就离我一个天空的距离了<br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-8631595440776028737?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-54373378311273028352009-03-10T17:45:00.000-07:002009-03-28T18:45:02.007-07:00十年的你<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">我被遗忘</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">被你遗忘</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">遗忘在一条名叫伤恸的路上</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那远到看不见边际的尽头</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你可在那个地方？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我问过神，问过鬼，问过佛祖，问过菩萨</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你到底在哪一场梦里面？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">而那一场梦何时与我同床共枕？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我成天成夜</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">听着时间的呼吸</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">用哭白了的发</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">写寂寞的诗</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我把伤眸当砚</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我把血泪当墨</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我的灵魂是我的纸</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我的身体便是信封</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我该寄往何处予你？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">而你又该何处回我？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">是不是你也在那条</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">叫作伤恸的路上？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如果是</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我是否也该把你遗忘？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但怎么遗忘也长</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">伤恸也长</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">告诉我哪儿是短</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我便哪儿往</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">温暖的清晨同样</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">温暖的夕暮同样</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">摇椅上的我同样</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">而我冷冷地望</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">别要我顶着热情欣赏</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我已失去热情的光</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我说诗里总有看不完的惆怅</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">像浓黯的雾那般地茫</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我裹着两人份的被单</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">作着一个人的梦</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">诗难不惆怅</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">人难不拾殇</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我低声地问</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那在远方的你啊</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如果我写一首诗给十年后的你</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你将在哪儿读它？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">*这首诗里</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">没有任何一个<span style="color:#cc0000;">爱</span>字</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">却写出了满满的<span style="color:#cc0000;">爱</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">仿佛<span style="color:#cc0000;">爱</span>像个小孩</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">嘟着嘴巴</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">眼里含着眼泪</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在你脚边打转</span><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5437337831127302835?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-51993552791724997752009-02-28T18:20:00.000-08:002009-03-28T18:44:31.945-07:00=）<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>只有你的在我身边<br />我的任性才能得到依靠<br /><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5199355279172499775?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-78618747761984314552009-02-25T17:41:00.000-08:002009-03-28T18:44:00.485-07:00什么是爱？<div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>因为肉体关系<br />而引爆的爱情<br />那<span style="color:#cc0000;">不是</span>爱情。。<br /><br /><br /><br />没有了灵魂的爱<br />没有意义存在<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-7861874776198431455?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-36346757736116970942008-12-19T20:57:00.000-08:002008-12-19T21:14:03.955-08:00爱你噢。。。=）<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SUx-ycdW_TI/AAAAAAAAADE/xOSmZ-cWttA/s1600-h/IMG0231A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281735868096642354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SUx-ycdW_TI/AAAAAAAAADE/xOSmZ-cWttA/s400/IMG0231A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>我抱着枕头</div><br /><div>趴在桌上</div><br /><div>你就坐在我身边</div><br /><div>一直望向我</div><br /><div>我把头转向另一个方向</div><br /><div>也许是因为太害羞紧张</div><br /><div>始终不敢与你对望</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>你突然拿起我的右手</div><br /><div>直接就帮我把戒指戴上</div><br /><div>我转身望向手上的戒指</div><br /><div>再望向你</div><br /><div>你没说什么</div><br /><div>就吻了我</div><br /><div>还有你的那双手</div><br /><div>慢慢地轻抚我的身体和四肢</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>就这样</div><br /><div>与你度过了这甜蜜的夜晚<br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-3634675773611697094?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-65166164380127282792008-11-20T19:48:00.000-08:002008-11-20T19:49:12.799-08:00女生就是这样<span class="MsgBodyText">她喜欢听贴心的话。。<br />有时像个傻瓜。。<br />她多愁善感。。<br />看电影都会泪如雨下。。<br />她说并不喜欢吃药。。<br />需要有人哄哄她。。<br />她任性是要你牵挂。。<br />不是跟她吵架。。<br />她外表坚强。。<br />其实心里有好多害怕。。<br />当她这样嘟着嘴巴。。<br />是想要有人让让她。。</span><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6516616438012728279?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-6359901015219584712008-11-09T18:22:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:28:27.318-08:00why?believe me..<br />it is juz a 普通不过的事。。<br />believe me...<br />plz...<br />u duno i did a lot things for u??<br />u noe rite?<br />so..<br />y u still cnt believe me..<br />believe me..<br />believe me i oni love u..<br />dun think too much..<br />dun too sensitive..<br />plz dear.......<br />think abt my feelings oso..<br />i really love u....<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-635990101521958471?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-70081829390781731692008-11-09T05:13:00.000-08:002008-11-09T05:20:48.277-08:00生活生活是一件很忙的事情<br />快乐也是一样<br />我没有时间观念<br />不喜欢时间被习惯<br />不喜欢妥协讨厌规矩<br />只要我喜欢<br />无论是日与夜<br />一样可以<br />想飞想笑<br />想哭想跳<br />想睡想写<br />想吃想玩<br />生活得太自我<br />今天可能喜欢这样<br />明天可能不再喜欢<br />但是对于你<br />由始至终都一样<br />日子每日一日一日过<br />我都依然一样<br />喜欢你<br />依然每天一样想着你<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-7008182939078173169?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-62425530758465726292008-10-31T08:07:00.000-07:002008-11-20T17:03:25.869-08:00yappi!!!!yappi!!!!<br />he said sory to me..<br />and we become normal...<br />hahaha..<br />hapiness flying around us again..<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6242553075846572629?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-85086014498457067762008-10-30T20:00:00.000-07:002008-11-09T05:10:37.175-08:00no mood......today..<br />no mood..<br />no mood at all..<br />i think he oso..<br />if not..<br />he won treat me like tat..<br />so sad la..<br />my heart feel so pain..<br />and i cry..<br />the whole morning..<br />i juz cry and cry..<br />feel so tired..<br />but i cant slp..<br />mayb i miss him too much..<br />tats all..<br />hope when i back from schl at nite..<br />we wil back to normal..<br />happiness flying around..<br />now...<br />wat i can do is...<br />juz hope and pray...<br />every seconds....<br /><br /><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-8508601449845706776?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-75442714969022385632008-10-30T08:20:00.000-07:002008-11-09T05:09:46.308-08:00=(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQpdoNiaR7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bY5nbrkHWl0/s1600-h/%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQpdoNiaR7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bY5nbrkHWl0/s400/%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263122059945985970" border="0" /></a>sorry dear....<br /><!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-7544271496902238563?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-63399290825210886422008-10-27T23:25:00.001-07:002008-10-27T23:54:51.288-07:00全都是你<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQaw5Jc7HZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4PcK8TgbQuE/s1600-h/20070403_e167d0a1af3200dd5ea2XzzS8CP8XW60.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 435px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQaw5Jc7HZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4PcK8TgbQuE/s400/20070403_e167d0a1af3200dd5ea2XzzS8CP8XW60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262087710465269138" border="0" /></a><br />我弹的旋律<br />全都是你<br />我脑里想的<br />也全都是你。。。。<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6339929082521088642?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-64390498936887459592008-10-27T23:17:00.000-07:002008-10-27T23:55:41.303-07:00永远都在<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQavf9D-XXI/AAAAAAAAACs/o5oBWaUIvM4/s1600-h/20070613_08731f8489aa0be20d118zSpxcI4mXwg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SQavf9D-XXI/AAAAAAAAACs/o5oBWaUIvM4/s400/20070613_08731f8489aa0be20d118zSpxcI4mXwg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262086178131041650" border="0" /></a>我们的爱一直都在。。。<br />永远都在。。。。<br /><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6439049893688745959?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-3645258496489238032008-10-27T05:42:00.000-07:002008-10-27T05:48:54.610-07:00半天和一天<!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 -->每次起床，一天就过了一半。<br />过了一半的一天，无论做什么事都是不完美，欠缺完整。<br />于是，我选择梦游。<br />什么事也不做的一天，是虚度也是荒废。<br />我喜欢这样的自己。<br />偶尔早晨醒来，我会很高兴。<br />觉得自己很勤劳，那么早就无所事事。<br />我会清醒地做功课、思考、写字、整理、清洗。<br />一天就这样的完美、完整地逝世了。<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-364525849648923803?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-65466484903084883222008-10-26T19:42:00.000-07:002008-10-29T17:46:45.399-07:00那夜我们拥吻的天昏地暗<br />直到仰头发现满天星斗<br />我几乎是全身无力<br />任凭他决定带我去哪里<br />天涯海角<br />我只愿能享受这一刻爱情的芬芳<br /><br />他转身看我<br />眼眸中仅是满满的浓情深意<br />那张俊脸俯身向我逼进<br />几乎是自然得反射动作<br />我闭上双眼<br />准备迎接他的唇<br />渴望再次品尝爱情甘泉<br />伴随亲吻而来的<br />还有他的一双巧手<br />毫无察觉的轻抚着我的身体和四肢<br />我享受着他的手在我身体上移动的节奏<br />正如钢琴接受着演奏者的拨弄<br />发出共鸣<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6546648490308488322?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-67146364521382958642008-10-26T19:34:00.000-07:002008-10-26T19:41:25.465-07:00拥抱我的心藏猛烈跳动<br />他的也是<br />充斥在我们之间的仅剩彼此激烈的心跳声<br />再也没有任何隔阂<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6714636452138295864?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-8151934775323723082008-10-23T19:00:00.000-07:002008-10-23T19:42:27.659-07:0016岁前应该做的15件事！！16岁之前，是未成年的年龄。当我们身处在未成年龄，我们应该有许多特权。<br /><br />1. 在网路上，已有自己的一部原创小说。<br /><br />2. 在思想和内心还纯洁时，作一首属于自己的曲子。（midi也可以。最好有带韩国风味，跟上潮流嘛！）<br /><br />3. 趁自己还未成年，来一场未成年的恋爱，最好可以把自己的初吻献给心爱的他/她。<br /><br />4. 已经会打扮自己，不用姐姐和哥哥教，知道自己的脸型应该配怎么样的发型。（至少会三种华丽的发型）<br /><br />5. 会说好听的广东话、华语、英文、马来文、和美国式的英文。（会些韩文和日文更佳！）<br /><br />6. 在网路上打三种国家的华文字。香港式的繁体字，台湾式的繁体字，中国式的简体字。还会打美国文式的英文，和英国式的英文。<br /><br />7. 在网路上已有相熟的台湾网友，中国网友，香港网友，美国网友。（如有韩国网友和日本网友更佳！）<br /><br />8. 会玩的网路游戏必须要有美国的、台湾的、香港的、韩国的、和日本的。(最好还会玩些许H-game，青春不白活。）<br /><br />9. 会在电脑里安装Partition Magic,同时懂得用Linux&Windows。<br /><br />10. 已经有自己的网站，真正注册了的。（每天至少有50人浏览你的网页）<br /><br />11. 会玩一些乐器，例如吉他，钢琴，小提琴，电子钢琴。<br /><br />12. 有属于自己的网络日记本。至少要写一年的日记。<br /><br />13. 会一些知名的算命或占卜。例如：塔罗牌占卜、八字、紫薇斗数、玄空飞星、占星数、梅花易卜、星座水晶等。<br /><br />14. 至少用过7种不同款式的手机。（和朋友交换也可以，不一定要买。）例如：NOKIA, MOTOROLA, SONY ERICSSON, SIEMENS, SAMSUNG, ALCATEL, PANASONIC, LG, PHILIPS, O2, Xplore，SAGEM等<br />。<br />15. 有自己的MP3 CD。里面至少有120首自己唱韩文歌、日文歌、广东歌、华文歌、英文歌等。（当然，自己作的曲子更佳！！）<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />在年轻的空间持续存活，每天浮沉不同的梦，只为了将来在回忆中旅行，不叹气.....<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-815193477532372308?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-62079920702913686902008-10-23T18:31:00.000-07:002008-10-23T18:39:15.452-07:00想念你<span style="font-size:130%;">深夜，虫鸣<br />想念是伏在桌上的精灵，不肯移动<br />时钟用力地向前踩着脚步<br />告诉我<br />它永不回头<br />i'll love you till i die<br />从耳朵流进心里<br />不肯离去<br />我想告诉你<br />我想念你......</span><br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6207992070291368690?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-76448769820362253942008-10-14T00:06:00.000-07:002008-10-14T00:17:14.502-07:00you and meme + you = coffee + sugar<br /><br />without sugar<br />coffee won taste good...<br />it will be bitter...<br />but if with sugar<br />coffee will taste good....<br />it will be tasty...<br /><br />without you<br />i will lost..<br />without you<br />i won know wat is happiness...<br />without you<br />i won know wat love really means...<br /><br />every moment with you<br />i will feel happy...<br />i will feel happiness...<br />i know wat is love...<br /><br />i hope i can be with you forever...<br />forever.....<br />dear, i love you....<br /><!-- END CBOX --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-7644876982036225394?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-57442978832341274182008-10-05T18:00:00.000-07:002008-10-05T18:05:13.771-07:00I LoVe YoU So MuCh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SOlkOY3RKjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ea2mth3xzTY/s1600-h/I_Love_U.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SOlkOY3RKjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ea2mth3xzTY/s400/I_Love_U.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253840638659602994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你会再伤我一次吗？<br />I don't care....<br />我只知道我爱你....<br />真的很爱很爱你....<br />你知道吗？</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5744297883234127418?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-54500266473164214622008-09-08T18:41:00.000-07:002008-09-10T17:26:59.296-07:00单恋<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SMXeK_FuCJI/AAAAAAAAACE/buxjBZTTRro/s1600-h/%2813%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SMXeK_FuCJI/AAAAAAAAACE/buxjBZTTRro/s400/%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243841621458290834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">喜欢的感觉，甜甜的、酸酸的、苦苦的。。。<br /><br />如果喜欢一个人，而那个人又喜欢你的话，那该是多么幸福快乐啊。如果只是单恋，那就是一种折磨了。<br /><br />喜欢一个人，想每天听见他的声音，想守在他身边，想为他付出很多、很多。。。<br /><br />每次情不自禁地拿起电话，想听听他的声音，想知道他在干什么，想知道他在想什么，想知道他的一切。虽然每次都会害怕、紧张、却又兴奋。害怕他的反应冷淡；紧张得不知所措，只希望听见他的声音。可是每一次都觉得自己与他的距离很遥远。<br /><br />明明很喜欢他，却装作不在乎。明明心在滴着血，却勉强地笑出来，只因为不想让他为难，不想让他困扰。<br /><br />喜欢一个人，会愿意为他付出一切、一切，就算最后得到的只是他那冷漠的表情，但还是想为他做一些、做更多的事。<br /><br />喜欢一个人，想看到他每天都过得很好，过得开心，就足够了。无论是情人节、生日等，都会想给他一个惊喜，想看到他满意的笑容。<br /><br />喜欢他让我变得敏感、变得脆弱、变得会为小事而不开心，甚至掉眼泪，为他做许多以前不曾做过的傻事，即使没有结果，还是无怨无悔，但他知道吗？了解吗？<br /><br />只要他跟我说话，甚至只是一句普通不过的问候语，都足以让我开心几天。朋友们眼中，我是个大傻瓜。<br /><br />因为喜欢他，我做了许多得不到回应的事；因为喜欢他，我不计较他爱的她；也因为喜欢他，我都把他对我的伤害和错误找借口；更因为喜欢他，即使觉得难受，也都不会告诉他。<br /><br />曾经想过，如果可以不喜欢他，不想他，那一定很自由吧！但很遗憾，所有的如果都是不存在的。<br /><br />有时候，故意装冷漠、装不在乎，都是因为不想让他困扰，不想让他知道自己还依恋着他。有时候，明明知道爱上他是个错误，但还是把心送给他了。有时候，明明知道这样做是不对的，但还是执迷不悟地做了。有时候，明明知道自己的心在滴血，但还是勉强地笑了。有时候，明明知道不能再为他而哭，眼泪还是不听话地掉下了。<br /><br />逃避，不能把事情解决。我相信时间是最好的疗伤药。如果放弃不了，就算了。如果选择付出，就不后悔。。。<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-5450026647316421462?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-29159260501795895802008-08-24T06:08:00.000-07:002008-08-27T18:25:44.173-07:00无题想开始新的恋爱，<br />弥补他对我的伤害。<br />想找个人狠狠地爱，<br />让我忘了他的坏，<br />把我的心房打开。<br />没想到新的他也是如此的坏人无奈，<br />我并不是他的菜。<br />也许我必须等待，<br />等待某年某月某一天某个人的爱。<br />也许只能等待，<br />也许爱永远不存在，<br />等到泥土把我封盖，<br />我还不知道什么是爱........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-2915926050179589580?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-81960264903419159092008-08-20T06:56:00.000-07:002008-08-20T06:59:32.167-07:00拥有我拥有了整个世界<br />我拥有了快乐<br />我拥有了幸福<br />只因为我拥有了你<br />拥有了最初的恋情........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-8196026490341915909?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-42728023118095068052008-08-08T16:48:00.000-07:002008-08-08T16:56:52.265-07:00幸福的味道我将对你的思念，装在岁月的袋子，<br />然后把它束起来，放在一个角落。<br />至少让思念，不会留在我的脑子里，<br />泛滥成灾。<br />每次经过那角落，<br />就看见了那袋子。<br />每次看见袋子，<br />就想起袋子里的思念，<br />每次想起袋子里的思念，<br />就想起了你。<br />思念的感觉不太好，<br />却总有幸福的味道，<br />你了解吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-4272802311809506805?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-62733061524457939742008-08-07T17:03:00.000-07:002008-08-07T17:28:06.883-07:00怎么办<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJuTCw1ni5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8r2ghgBT4r4/s1600-h/u%3D2299841719,186682188%26fm%3D0%26gp%3D30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJuTCw1ni5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8r2ghgBT4r4/s400/u%3D2299841719,186682188%26fm%3D0%26gp%3D30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231937067799776146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />想哭，泪却已干了<br />想骂，却怕会永远失去你<br />想恨，却发现自己太爱你<br />想再爱，心却已碎了.........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-6273306152445793974?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-13550737275720463842008-08-06T17:16:00.000-07:002008-08-06T17:26:48.908-07:00寂寞<span style="font-family: verdana;">因为寂寞</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">所以把音量调到最大</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">以为这样就可把寂寞赶走</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">但寂寞用力反手</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">越散越广</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">直逼着我</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">害我怕得连呼吸也乱了拍子</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1355073727572046384?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-39881066690435895982008-08-05T17:40:00.000-07:002008-08-05T17:52:35.147-07:00我的生活<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJj1niBZSoI/AAAAAAAAABA/8vF1QnnyLXE/s1600-h/lolli.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJj1niBZSoI/AAAAAAAAABA/8vF1QnnyLXE/s320/lolli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231201026687191682" border="0" /></a><br />原来我其实很寂寞 只是我没有发现<br />每一天 时间都走得很闲<br />每一件事 都是一遍又一遍<br />感觉很随便<br />少了某些东西似的 生活很空洞<br />还是已经被冷冻<br />寒得心也应隐隐作痛<br />是不是我应该早就先通一通<br />新的生活就在不远处 可惜我选择弃权<br />因为那是个很复杂的圈圈<br />不简单的生活很疲倦<br />很快厌倦.............<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-3988106669043589598?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586352497513975769.post-18662426345344958442008-07-31T16:41:00.000-07:002008-10-09T17:19:03.104-07:00he hurt me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJJshOBTMhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JAWNPPXK19o/s1600-h/%E4%B8%8D%E5%86%8D%E7%AD%89%E5%BE%85%E2%80%A6.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJJshOBTMhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JAWNPPXK19o/s320/%E4%B8%8D%E5%86%8D%E7%AD%89%E5%BE%85%E2%80%A6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229361435285598738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">29 july.......</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">i told him.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">i lose my heart.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">n i cried......<br />cried hardly.....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i never thought that he will reply me like this.....<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJJtOLCvH1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0bZtcAiO4bg/s1600-h/u%3D298880968,1253893224%26fm%3D0%26gp%3D-16.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WOvXY7dxAE4/SJJtOLCvH1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0bZtcAiO4bg/s320/u%3D298880968,1253893224%26fm%3D0%26gp%3D-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229362207580430162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/586352497513975769-1866242634534495844?l=nzy94.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>z1 y1nGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522980391998088477noreply@blogger.com0