<?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-6879227642489659577</id><updated>2012-01-10T16:24:35.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ AddiCTioN of LiFE ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>I work as a cat - Paul Ausloos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-8727200680192813625</id><published>2012-01-10T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:24:35.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone There</title><content type='html'>As i browse through my old posts, &lt;div&gt;I found out that my words are mostly about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i listen to Adele's Someone Like You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he always flow through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do admit, the love and hate never goes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i've moved on, but deep down in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know...the promises i gave i will keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've turned to Lord, and i truly believe and have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if is the people, or the environment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow it made me turn to God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been different since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, would friends be here for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, would my partners be here for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, would someone really be here for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For i feel lonely all the time, and heartaches sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try to find a way to break the walls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes im just so tired, and i'll break down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have know, how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart and mind is tired, really really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i still have to move on, and walk the path that God has given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-8727200680192813625?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8727200680192813625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=8727200680192813625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8727200680192813625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8727200680192813625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2012/01/someone-there.html' title='Someone There'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4444635761497226631</id><published>2011-08-18T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:32:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes of The Sky</title><content type='html'>Have you wondered, what are clouds?&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, what are they made of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, what do they symbolize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, what are they trying to tell you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, why do they have shapes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, how do you feel when you look at them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, what if you look at them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you wondered, anything about clouds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say, there's always a silver lining behind clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means when something bad happens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's always some good reason behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it mean, clouds symbolizes negativity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say, there are legends behind the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragons born in clouds when there is a thunder storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say, clouds have a life too.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a God hiding behind the clouds, watching over us.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel happy, and calm when i look at the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often talk to them, as if there is someone listening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often keep an eye on any shapes of clouds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking they might mean something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true, everyone's perspective is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you see? What do you think it tells you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow there might be one or two that thinks alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do they really mean something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it is just true beauty of mother nature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't fascinating that everyone looks at it differently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though all of us are looking up at the same sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so close sometimes, yet it is hundred millions miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is something we can never touch, yet it is something we want to cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some inspiration for me, and hopefully some inspiration for whoever reads it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4444635761497226631?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4444635761497226631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4444635761497226631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4444635761497226631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4444635761497226631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/08/shapes-of-sky.html' title='Shapes of The Sky'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6690391934605519464</id><published>2011-07-23T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:57:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Are Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I went to Putrajaya Floral Expo 2011, their theme this year was "Roses Are Forever". Though not all were roses, but there were many kinds of flowers and I've shot many of them. But I only edited some that has a nicer angle and looks nicer after editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEQyoaz9uKQ/TinavXX8qKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/kTx4c-FV1Dw/s400/IMG_0620.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273316266682530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLc_zZv4pgI/TinavisdDZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/F9klU-fn9OM/s400/IMG_0654.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273319305481618" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWVdfkZp680/Tinav5eX-nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/TVRKcmdvrFw/s400/IMG_0665.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273325420444274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_atbsofoQg/TinawIkkTUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/omJVaT_nU1Y/s400/IMG_0676.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273329472949570" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4vnWbxa5aA/TinawVOOyOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/yN3brx45y7A/s400/IMG_0692.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273332868925666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GrKsPe4lPnU/Tinbg6tg_zI/AAAAAAAAAvs/E3YkQpkxzq8/s400/IMG_0711%2B.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632274167565975346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were many people walking around, taking pictures with flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for me i think is best to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;They say roses are forever, but all flowers wither away as time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For them to be forever, i think it should be shot the way they were, and the way we see it as if we're at that time and place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i tried my best to stay out of the crowd, and try to shoot without people in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy! Hope anyone who reads it likes it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6690391934605519464?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6690391934605519464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6690391934605519464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6690391934605519464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6690391934605519464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/flowers-are-forever.html' title='Flowers Are Forever'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEQyoaz9uKQ/TinavXX8qKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/kTx4c-FV1Dw/s72-c/IMG_0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1603319541069050103</id><published>2011-07-01T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:02:14.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Know...</title><content type='html'>Many of us have been through the same situation, same problem.&lt;div&gt;Though not all of us understood it, solved it, let go of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will have to face the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will loose strength, and faith.&lt;br /&gt;In time, you will know it was worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will know letting go was the best decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will know he's not worth a penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will know who are your real friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will grow up and learn from the mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will find someone even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will believe in it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, you will know he's the only one you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time, your search would be complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will only realize when you look back, and like always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back is only reminding you of where you are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memories are always the sweetest, and the saddest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont be afraid, for if you learn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better future will be waiting for you....always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1603319541069050103?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1603319541069050103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1603319541069050103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1603319541069050103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1603319541069050103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-will-know.html' title='You Will Know...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6792947332766081195</id><published>2011-06-28T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:09:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/06/2011 - 18/06/2011 Guang Zhou, Macao Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This was the first time i went to Guang Zhou to visit some of my long lost relatives, trust me...when i mean long lost, means i have never met them before and they expect me and others to reunite with them in China. My oldest cousin is now 60+ years old, imagine that...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i find some things amusing because it is old fashion, yet...it is also frustrating because it it still old fashioned when China had progress so much in these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9lA33h-IM/TgmVzUpL5qI/AAAAAAAAAuM/V6s9ooj5zVI/s1600/IMG_3356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9lA33h-IM/TgmVzUpL5qI/AAAAAAAAAuM/V6s9ooj5zVI/s400/IMG_3356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190318696097442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant believe they have KFC bicycle delivery....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSrp8VEA8no/TgmVycxU3YI/AAAAAAAAAt8/N084OUNKFFg/s400/IMG_3337.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190303697853826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are Valentine Crabs (direct translation). They are named because each of them only have one clamp, and two crabs will have a pair of clamps...get it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGDiNuUL4nk/TgmVfgifLCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kuKaaednBtQ/s400/DSC04152.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623189978291842082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner night at my cousin's house, this was an original chinese poem written by my uncle (their father), using my cousin and his wife's name in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6yqgfMuAS4/TgmVx_H1BYI/AAAAAAAAAts/gKiG6RVk51E/s400/DSC04153.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190295739172226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how much they serve their guests! Trust me, this was not the worst. Too bad the worst wasnt caught on camera xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBF6mSM-sZQ/TgmVy2ZRqPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/x7nP43E6tEI/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBF6mSM-sZQ/TgmVy2ZRqPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/x7nP43E6tEI/s400/IMG_3351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190310576302322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Macao and stayed over a night at Wynn Hotel (opposite of Casino Lisboa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful night scenery, but not the best polite people everywhere, not even when we're at Guang Zhou (worse than Macao locals).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5gaT-FD6s/TgmVyDTTiWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Vog-aQbEfZQ/s1600/IMG_3348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5gaT-FD6s/TgmVyDTTiWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Vog-aQbEfZQ/s400/IMG_3348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190296861051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Venetian. High ceilings, big space...feel so small in it hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPqxHM5LxMg/TgmVfPZBN_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/vCkhyHfPjFE/s1600/259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPqxHM5LxMg/TgmVfPZBN_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/vCkhyHfPjFE/s400/259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623189973688727538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Casino Lisboa (also a hotel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way i went with my love and my mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyxIOPJiCg/TgmVe1FxvsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/FztEKmc9aOc/s1600/224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyxIOPJiCg/TgmVe1FxvsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/FztEKmc9aOc/s400/224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623189966628699842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesnt this looks real? Is a LCD display in City Of Dreams, Macao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ET8Vb5Nl5bM/TgmVesIbJnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/M0Zyjh5Kh6g/s1600/214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ET8Vb5Nl5bM/TgmVesIbJnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/M0Zyjh5Kh6g/s400/214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623189964223882866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh1-MtEYKhA/TgmVecBsDHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/eT5lwwHJ0Gg/s1600/174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh1-MtEYKhA/TgmVecBsDHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/eT5lwwHJ0Gg/s400/174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623189959900662898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are only some of my favourite photos, there's a little bit more in my Facebook. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYI, if you go China DONT eat cheap food. Rumors heard from the locals that high class restaurants sell their left over food (from customers) to cheap restaurants or hawker stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, i guess there's nothing much to worry about? Oh and of course wash everything you use while you're out cause' it might not be super clean =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're a gambler, you have to go Macao!! I cant even count how many casinos there are in Macao. Just keep walking you'll see alot hahaha! And go St. Paulo (the pic above), thats where the souvenirs are. Enjoy!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6792947332766081195?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6792947332766081195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6792947332766081195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6792947332766081195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6792947332766081195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/11062011-18062011-guang-zhou-macao-trip.html' title='11/06/2011 - 18/06/2011 Guang Zhou, Macao Trip'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9lA33h-IM/TgmVzUpL5qI/AAAAAAAAAuM/V6s9ooj5zVI/s72-c/IMG_3356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4611976480874453111</id><published>2011-05-23T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:31:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life The Fullest</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, because i got bored of me being the only who reads my blog.&lt;div&gt;Im not sure how life has been for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even know how to answer when someone asks me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i wonder...Isnt it suppose to be this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know...im lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes life just doesnt go the way we wanted it to be, and when we look back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everything that we have done, are not the ones we thought we were going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends leaving for work or study, family members making their own family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst is rumors keep circling that Judgement Day is near...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna die soon... etc etc etc~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we forgot the most important thing apart from all that, is to live life at the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if i got that right but...something like that =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We work and work and work, till we suffer and cry and eventually break down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We forgot to look up to the sky and smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For we are still here standing and living at this very minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always complain and try to live a better life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is we already have a better life...better than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the children in the 3rd world countries, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the unlucky mentally or physically handicapped ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should be the ones that try to live a better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, there's always ups and downs (we all know that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, there's always problems that we have to solve (we all know that too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in life, we might not always learn how to fully enjoy every opportunity, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy every moment solving the problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy every ups and downs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we wont know, that might be a one-shot-through thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might never experience it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, how often do we drop all the way down to the bottom and reach high above so close to the sky? (metaphorically speaking) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a short post this time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just something thats been going through my mind lately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it inspires someone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF someone reads my blog =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4611976480874453111?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4611976480874453111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4611976480874453111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4611976480874453111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4611976480874453111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/live-life-fullest.html' title='Live Life The Fullest'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-8917270903679492583</id><published>2011-04-06T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:00:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Never Change</title><content type='html'>Something struck me somehow today. &lt;div&gt;Im not sure if its the weather, the lightning, or the thunder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just pure curiosity that kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something isnt right, something is not suppose to be the way it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im not afraid to write it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out, HE deleted his facebook account, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or he just block everyone and everything wanting to start again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first is alright. You know, is non of my business anymore anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after awhile, this byotch deleted her account too...or she blocked me =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, somehow this two person always tangled around each other even though they have their other half. I actually wont be surprised if they were hiding something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my curiosity just keeps bugging me, wanting to find out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you'd ask me, i'd say they still keep in "touch". If you know what I mean ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something i dont understand, does the girlfriend knows about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would she be so stupid? As stupid as i was in the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she knew, why would she still put their couple picture as her facebook display?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, cant help it if she's really THAT stupid to believe the guy who betray the first girlfriend to be with me, then betrayed me to be with the bitch, THEN betrayed her to be with me again...AT LAST betrayed me again to be with that girlfriend now. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know is confusing, i hate it too. But is the truth, and is the guy who made it confusing.&lt;br /&gt;No doubts about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, who knew i could fall in love so soon again and with someone better than HIM of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate my boyfriend being supportive as always. XOXO =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the guts in me just wont seem to go away...not until i find out the truth behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they see this, i hope this spreads, and i hope they know who am i talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I know im a byotch, but i didnt know SHE could be such a BITCH and HE could be such a LIAR and BASTARD without anyone noticing. They just never change dont they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to it and enjoy yourselves bitches and bastards! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-8917270903679492583?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8917270903679492583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=8917270903679492583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8917270903679492583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8917270903679492583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-never-change.html' title='People Never Change'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4535289009362587642</id><published>2011-03-06T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:34:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/02/2011 Sam &amp; Carmen's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Sam and my sister in-law Carmen, did a chinese cultural wedding ceremony. I officially brought my MARKgor to an event shooting (i guess =S) Im really loving my MARKgor even though my skills are still not pro enough xDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOFFbBQuRfE/TXJ9vDcvklI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pzibVh2rJoQ/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOFFbBQuRfE/TXJ9vDcvklI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pzibVh2rJoQ/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661135598654034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwBMAHBscE8/TXJ9utF_39I/AAAAAAAAAso/axTdFf_EW7g/s1600/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwBMAHBscE8/TXJ9utF_39I/AAAAAAAAAso/axTdFf_EW7g/s400/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661129597673426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSBpwM8aCXs/TXJ9uD7WmDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UdtGBZFheM0/s1600/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSBpwM8aCXs/TXJ9uD7WmDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UdtGBZFheM0/s1600/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSBpwM8aCXs/TXJ9uD7WmDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UdtGBZFheM0/s400/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661118547171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSBpwM8aCXs/TXJ9uD7WmDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UdtGBZFheM0/s1600/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The roasted pork was delicious. Sorry my muslim friends =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1ltjohr1BU/TXJ9t3zU-1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hKrHCl8Yvgs/s1600/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1ltjohr1BU/TXJ9t3zU-1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hKrHCl8Yvgs/s400/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661115292285778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MZLeEbLb-0/TXJ9tY-GB5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-BKW8rut_io/s1600/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MZLeEbLb-0/TXJ9tY-GB5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-BKW8rut_io/s400/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661107015944082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8uQxOBaIvw/TXJ9jNehA2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/DheGh2pTuAQ/s1600/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8uQxOBaIvw/TXJ9jNehA2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/DheGh2pTuAQ/s400/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660932132012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride was getting ready for dinner. Her best friend was the make up artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCbl-07_uLM/TXJ9iw7oAKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4W02mH19YU/s1600/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCbl-07_uLM/TXJ9iw7oAKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4W02mH19YU/s400/IMG_0414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660924469477538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzR72qmqCo/TXJ9ipT8V0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/fky30fQR_Zo/s1600/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzR72qmqCo/TXJ9ipT8V0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/fky30fQR_Zo/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660922423990082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Alvw3RqIIjc/TXJ9iQaYeRI/AAAAAAAAArw/jrcXw-v1ReY/s1600/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Alvw3RqIIjc/TXJ9iQaYeRI/AAAAAAAAArw/jrcXw-v1ReY/s400/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660915740113170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The joke of the night. LOL enjoy! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtHpNsE0wlE/TXJ9iP8UsWI/AAAAAAAAAro/JtXSj-KyTeQ/s1600/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtHpNsE0wlE/TXJ9iP8UsWI/AAAAAAAAAro/JtXSj-KyTeQ/s400/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660915614036322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4535289009362587642?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4535289009362587642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4535289009362587642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4535289009362587642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4535289009362587642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-brother-sam-and-my-sister-in-law.html' title='26/02/2011 Sam &amp; Carmen&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOFFbBQuRfE/TXJ9vDcvklI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pzibVh2rJoQ/s72-c/IMG_0368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-32194533203033377</id><published>2011-03-06T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:45:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没有脚的小鸟</title><content type='html'>有没有想过做一直没有脚的小鸟？&lt;div&gt;有没有想过你周围有人想这样做？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，是什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，是永不留下脚印；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，是一直在天空飞行；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，只能享受当下天空的风，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，永远不为谁而停留；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，永远不会明白思念的心情；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，永远不会明白家的温暖；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有脚的小鸟，只能一直飞，飞到终点。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我只能说，我终于明白为什么我妈妈最讨厌说谎的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这么短的post，我也是第一次...&lt;br /&gt;因为我实在很不甘心，也同时无言了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-32194533203033377?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/32194533203033377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=32194533203033377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/32194533203033377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/32194533203033377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='没有脚的小鸟'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1174230039416566401</id><published>2011-02-19T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:12:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing MY MARKgor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing my Canon 5D Mark II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didnt know how great was it, until these pictures showed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the moment i am still researching and learning on how to fully utilise my MARKgor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for as far as i've used it, i love the amount of light it can absorb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in the middle of the night with just street lights around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of these pictures looked like the surrounding is bright enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, i also used a 50mm to enhance the portraiture. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDaG2t_78g8/TV-U0Utb0XI/AAAAAAAAArI/qjAg4ITn_cg/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDaG2t_78g8/TV-U0Utb0XI/AAAAAAAAArI/qjAg4ITn_cg/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575338490341347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpkvxDW16Uk/TV-U0O5-bHI/AAAAAAAAArA/7eauBu5p6kc/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpkvxDW16Uk/TV-U0O5-bHI/AAAAAAAAArA/7eauBu5p6kc/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575338488783334514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfisRgXRjCU/TV-Uzkz23OI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MxrFvp3rZfk/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfisRgXRjCU/TV-Uzkz23OI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MxrFvp3rZfk/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575338477483384034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-816BbGZdT44/TV-T30bK0TI/AAAAAAAAAqw/d3PaSR-ACs8/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-816BbGZdT44/TV-T30bK0TI/AAAAAAAAAqw/d3PaSR-ACs8/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575337450882650418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jb7LHO9_qLk/TV-T3jFWWvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Mq1EyffLLnY/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jb7LHO9_qLk/TV-T3jFWWvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Mq1EyffLLnY/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575337446227729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwSxlCR1nkE/TV-T3UoyTiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yK4IBErPyf0/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwSxlCR1nkE/TV-T3UoyTiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yK4IBErPyf0/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575337442349829666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9FRV6ptTW0/TV-SmKovXpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qnBiIEeLvzU/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9FRV6ptTW0/TV-SmKovXpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qnBiIEeLvzU/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575336048095878802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in Monochrome mode,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Tom looks awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(FYI Tom is my beloved pet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWldpxNJfo/TV-SlzceWjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/q46xOeMIBVk/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWldpxNJfo/TV-SlzceWjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/q46xOeMIBVk/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575336041870416434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSVFzmAuxQ/TV-Q0eqbWDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8cNxDoXw4Jc/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSVFzmAuxQ/TV-Q0eqbWDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8cNxDoXw4Jc/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575334094966577202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's more to come, There's more to shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "destiny" awaits. Enjoy ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1174230039416566401?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1174230039416566401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1174230039416566401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1174230039416566401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1174230039416566401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/introducing-my-markgor.html' title='Introducing MY MARKgor'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDaG2t_78g8/TV-U0Utb0XI/AAAAAAAAArI/qjAg4ITn_cg/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3601576612924864033</id><published>2011-02-08T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:06:21.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2011</title><content type='html'>I dont care if its Chinese New Year, or Lunar New Year or even just New Year...&lt;div&gt;All I know is that i had a different experience this year, a happy one of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY has unofficially ended (officially ends on Feb 17).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year i've been observing around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people, the sale...the clothes people wear, even the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that the songs are getting better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least we would hum together somehow even though we might not like it that much. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shopping sale? WOW the sale...thanks to the CNY sale i manage to get a few clothes my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realized that CNY has become a fashion show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesnt matter what colour you wear, as long as you can show the best of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you think people try to look their best every time they visit during CNY??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do, in fact im one of them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years from now, China might even have CNY cat walk shows =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what are the few best parts on CNY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the clothes, not the sale...Yes to the food! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, something I see that made me felt the warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know is important for families to gather for dinner on CNY eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont think that's the time to bond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time to bond is before CNY, when children need to help their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy the ingredients, buy the drinks, buy the junk food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that parents have no strength to hold, us children need to carry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is special, is not just grocery shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children would get up early in the morning just to go to the market with their mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get to talk, chit chat a little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents might even pro-long the grocery shopping time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hoping that their children would talk more, sleep less and help more too xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end the food is just a result of after-bonding time. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another best part is when your relatives visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe you dont talk to them or you dont even understand what language they're speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, dont you think you are understanding your family root?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not just the ang pau, or communicating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gather every year because we should remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember our roots, our relatives' faces (in case you forget)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember how we all came about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us might even only meet once a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all should cherish it while we can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A different experience for me this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed my another half back to his hometown - Mentakab, Pahang this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fancy bed rooms or bathrooms (heater doesnt work properly &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I felt their hospitality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more can I say? They all fed me well for two whole days! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also met some of his friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were, funny...likes to gamble =..="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most of them moved out, but is great to go back and meet some old friends there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the place. It was quiet (except the motor sounds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were stars and trees everywhere (mosquitoes too &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peaceful is the word to describe it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost forgot to mention I have successfully sold my Camera body and lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna get my Canon 5D Mark II very soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so excited! So many things to learn -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course dont forget im getting another tatt on Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thrilled for that!!! Cant believe im doing it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait for both of it be in/on my hands!!! =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck...hahaha =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3601576612924864033?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3601576612924864033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3601576612924864033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3601576612924864033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3601576612924864033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2011.html' title='CNY 2011'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3268359091327446451</id><published>2011-02-02T02:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T02:54:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling off my D80</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVndfDi2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/pM3dvZvAG0s/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVndfDi2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/pM3dvZvAG0s/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568795075661761378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVnJSIdoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dXXnhs9keqE/s1600/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVnJSIdoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dXXnhs9keqE/s400/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568795070238848642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmwbcqSI/AAAAAAAAAps/cx7nGptlgHI/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmwbcqSI/AAAAAAAAAps/cx7nGptlgHI/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568795063567034658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmk4yM-I/AAAAAAAAApk/NW8gBxzVOCs/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmk4yM-I/AAAAAAAAApk/NW8gBxzVOCs/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568795060468855778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmWP-1wI/AAAAAAAAApc/W-kxmpcZdHs/s1600/IMG_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVmWP-1wI/AAAAAAAAApc/W-kxmpcZdHs/s400/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568795056539621122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selling off my D80 Body, AF-S Nikkor 18-135mm, AF Nikkor 50mm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-year D80 Body &gt;&gt; RM1400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-year AF-S Nikkor 18-135mm &gt;&gt; RM700&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 year AF Nikkor 50mm &gt;&gt; RM250&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give a better price if anyone buys everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to sell it, need the money to upgrade myself another tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;email me at sandyhwt@hotmail.com for any enquiries. TQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3268359091327446451?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3268359091327446451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3268359091327446451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3268359091327446451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3268359091327446451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/selling-off-my-d80.html' title='Selling off my D80'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUhVndfDi2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/pM3dvZvAG0s/s72-c/IMG_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5469984737119092476</id><published>2011-01-29T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:01:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Something In My Mind</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, how and where did it all began...&lt;div&gt;Everything you have, and everyone you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I think back, the memories are still clear in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow i forget, Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because it is not important anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it because precious memories are meant to keep at heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my 21 years, i have to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont have many close friends, a.k.a BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think that friends leave as we grow up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we will never have any Best Friends Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, i never believed Forever exists in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something changed me, and I dont even remember what did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing you know, I have this 4 important friends, my BFFs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we don't see each other that much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or talk to each other that much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i know for sure, our friendship will last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think i'll die alone when im old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or i'll die of cancer, accident, murdered??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(LOL) I think a lot...I think too much, as always. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But someone changed me, and changed my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great influence he is, and a great boyfriend he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the first one I really fell in love with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and actually made me believe our love will be Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course that didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, his absence changed my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My attitude, my dressing, my personality, my...everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot say that the break up was the right thing to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I do regret it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it was good for me. It changed my expects of life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perceptions about many things, including relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think that sometimes, somehow the ones that you love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the ones that truly love you, leaves you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens to me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only i am talking about the people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes even the things I like the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or I treasure the most, I'll loose it somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid about this happening again so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now I don't even dare to love anyone THAT much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid one day they'll leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving is not the hardest part actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest part is when you find out tons of lies that you cant even imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as a girl who already thinks too much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant even think that someone would do something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we all just gotta accept the ugly truths, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should stop giving people too many chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances I give are not appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They won't think is a chance to change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But another chance for them to do it again and try to make the perfect cover up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When most of them know I'm too hard to be blinded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only wish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that much, to keep myself away from those awful things happening again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S   Follow your instincts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-5469984737119092476?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5469984737119092476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=5469984737119092476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5469984737119092476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5469984737119092476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-something-i-remember.html' title='A Little Something In My Mind'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7878030860295739302</id><published>2011-01-29T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:33:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/1/11 Sam &amp; Carmen's Registration Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My eldest brother's wedding, Manage to shoot some nice photos (i think xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first successful wedding shoot i have to say, because i had the experiences, references, knowledges, skills and of course my brother and my sister in-law gave me a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So enjoy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUPn2UsSlGI/AAAAAAAAAok/Yb2YgIllmcI/s400/DSC_3761.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567548484813493346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUPn2nYB76I/AAAAAAAAAos/IhBqBhMRmYM/s400/DSC_3788.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" border="0" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567548509140225970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUPoqlZAYmI/AAAAAAAAApM/TbjoPXcc2-c/s400/DSC_3809.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567549382649209442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7878030860295739302?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7878030860295739302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TUPn2UsSlGI/AAAAAAAAAok/Yb2YgIllmcI/s72-c/DSC_3761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6953604896568689281</id><published>2011-01-06T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:30:36.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一生爱一个？</title><content type='html'>想一想，我们一生爱过几个人？又能爱几个人？&lt;div&gt;被爱过几次？又被抛弃过几次？而且还抛弃别人几次？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就因为所谓的承诺，所谓的计划，就把自己封锁爱死一个人吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果达成了以后，又会怎么样？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人往往说话都很矛盾...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我爱你，我不爱你...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这一切都只是白话，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果没有行动证明，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就是白话...空口说白话。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么有些人就能对你说“我爱你”，“我在乎你”，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是转个头就背叛你？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果他背叛你，而你原谅他，那你又算什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么都不是，什么都没有。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为从你盲目相信他一切的时候，你就是空白了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;抛开自尊，抛开观念，抛开原则...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;奋不顾身的去爱了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这时候你应该知道，你也必须要有心理准备去受伤了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有人说，让你流泪的人不值得你去爱；值得你去爱的人不会让你流泪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;两个人在一起，开心有多少？伤心又有多少？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;难道真的当你说对不起的时候，就是代表你已不爱他吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这些我都不了解...为什么要这么复杂？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我学懂，不要去问为什么，也不要追根究底。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为你永远都得不到答案；因为答案只有他心里最清楚。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而他永远都不会告诉你他多爱你，多恨你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为想念，所以想见。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但为何见了，更加想念？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们都不应该藕断丝连...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那只会让我们更迷茫。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱了，伤了...还能再爱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么要让自己痛苦？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们都不应该让自己不由自主地去想念，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而是要强迫自己不想念，让自己变得坚强。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;让他知道，你没有了他，也可以过得很好...过得比他好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;要知道，他的离开，是上天的安排。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;老天爷都爱我们，他知道这个不够好...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以让他离开，让我们找到更好，更适合，更爱我们的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要我们相信，我们一定可以找到幸福的存在。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哭累了，想累了，爱累了...&lt;br /&gt;就该知道要起身向前走了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;时间不会为谁停留，我们只能跟随着走。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果我们都浪费时间去怀念一个不在我们身边的人，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们只会错过很多很多好机会，好姻缘。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;做男人要坚强，做女人要比男人坚强。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;让他后悔的唯一办法，就是让他知道你是可以的...&lt;br /&gt;没有了他，你能笑得更灿烂，活得更精彩，变得更漂亮。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要你相信，你是可以的...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6953604896568689281?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6953604896568689281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6953604896568689281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6953604896568689281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6953604896568689281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='一生爱一个？'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2382273400195054362</id><published>2010-12-30T03:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T03:36:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Promise...</title><content type='html'>I've never really thought of how would i celebrate new year.&lt;div&gt;But i had some wild, and amazing celebrations for the past New Years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt, there were sorrows in between, but it was still worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment, the end of every year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always think back, about the things i have done, the decisions i have made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course the ones that i didnt do or decide to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, would it be different? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would i still be the way i am now if i made a different choice? If i followed a different path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, i am just wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by, i realized im realizing more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may sound crazy, or it might be nonsense to some of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought i would have a happy life after such huge breakdown and after all the emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i am happy now, i may have to thank you for doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or i may thank God for guiding me to a better path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow is not what you hide from helps you to move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is about how you face it that will help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you have moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you have forgotten all about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you dont love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you dont ever miss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you feel better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say you are great without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say i only break you peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may say i only gave you sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you're running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you still cant forget me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you never said "i dont love you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you miss me somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you still care because you want to delete me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know there's nothing to compare, good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know there's no greatness to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know somehow is not entirely me who broke your peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down you know you gave me sorrows as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From time to time, i admit that i might think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad, you're like the rain... It comes and goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wait patiently to flow down into the drain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the sun comes shining through and you evaporate so quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont even remember what i was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S   I will have a happy year ahead, because im without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        This i promise myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2382273400195054362?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2382273400195054362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2382273400195054362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2382273400195054362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2382273400195054362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-2011.html' title='This I Promise...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-885316423104559494</id><published>2010-12-25T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:04:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>也许；圣诞；快乐</title><content type='html'>这一年圣诞，你过得快乐吗？&lt;div&gt;还是过得悲伤？还是对你来说是很闷，只是很普通的一个节日？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我回想起过去的圣诞，发觉回忆都很模糊，好像过得很荒唐。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我还记得第一次庆祝是2007年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我和朋友们到KL倒数，最后只是被人喷雪花和彩带...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;走着到少人的地方，等妈妈接我们回家。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还记得当时我还为前男友伤心，不肯向前走。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为这样，所以朋友们都在我身边陪伴着我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到了2008年，我终于能和当时的男朋友一起过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是结果还是去KL倒数，我男朋友都差点和人打架了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009年的圣诞，我以为能和爱的人一起过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是，倒霉的事就发生了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他瞒着我找其他女子，结果一直吵架，连圣诞都过不成。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;结果圣诞前夕一个人过，也没有收到任何礼物。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今年，并没有想怎样度过圣诞和新年了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为我和那个男朋友分手了，我的世界变得很灰，很绝望。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是没想到，能找到一个那么爱我的人...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而且能接受我的一切，呵护和守护我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们没有什么圣诞大餐，没有贵重礼物，也不是单独度过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是，和朋友们一起倒数也是不错的经验。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为圣诞，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许有人开心；也许有人一起；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许有人陪伴；也许有人回家；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为圣诞，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许有人伤心；也许有人分手；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许有人离开；也许有人寂寞。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到最后，还是一个难忘的圣诞。不是吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在此，祝你们圣诞和跨年快乐。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;让我们把不快乐的回忆抛诸脑后，把它留在2010年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后让我们带着微笑迎接新年，重新度过2011年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-885316423104559494?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7812968132496379955</id><published>2010-12-20T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:46:00.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>什么...</title><content type='html'>我想了好久好久，有好多好多的问题开始浮现在我脑海里。&lt;div&gt;一天比一天的多，一天比一天不逻辑。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那么多的问题，到最后就围绕在什么、为什么而已。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是爱？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是日久生情的？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是擦出火花的？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是感情？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是因为有了爱？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是纯粹是人情味？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是幸福？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是一定要送礼物看烟花？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是每天一起吃饭走街睡觉？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是悲伤？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是他什么都没有为你做？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是你要求太多？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是分手？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是以后不再联络？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是各走各路，做回朋友？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么是放手？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是不是完全不从任何方面打听他任何消息？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是偶尔关心他的状况？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果从这些问题中，你只能选一个答案，那是多么的简单。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏三心两意？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏喜新厌旧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏捉摸不定？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏逃避现实？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏要求多多？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么人偏偏又爱得太多，伤得太深？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不知道从哪里找出我想要的答案，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我只能靠自己的经验得来的教训。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是你单身，就是悲伤。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是你有恋人，就是幸福。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候单身也能享受幸福。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候你的恋人也会感到悲伤。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们到最后也只是血肉之躯，承受的只能那么多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要学会去面对，一切都容易得多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7812968132496379955?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7812968132496379955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7812968132496379955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7812968132496379955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7812968132496379955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_20.html' title='什么...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5336478164160816880</id><published>2010-12-13T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:10:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I...</title><content type='html'>I've always been honest enough to everyone, but somehow not entirely to myself.&lt;div&gt;I wonder, is love really so strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So strong that it will make you feel like you've never been in love before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though you and everyone else knows that you betrayed your previous lover before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always think that if you cant give the best impression, then you give the worst.&lt;br /&gt;As long as they remember you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think that if someone really wants to forget you, they put everything of you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down in their hearts, they know they still cant forget you for you are ought to be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow some words they say or write will hint you, they still remember you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i look back to the past, i dont think it hurts that much any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i think about us, i dont think is such a big deal any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i see your face, i remembered that i forgot how you look like before i see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i broke up with you, i realized im better off without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i remained single, i felt more love than when i was with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i saw her face, i pity her cause' im afraid she'll get hurt like i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i know you cant live without lies, i know i had to stop trusting people who trusts you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i know you talked bad behind others whom you treat them as bros, i know you dont appreciate any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i am with him, i thank god i found you so that i found this amazing guy im with now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i brought him out, friends were happy for me cause' i chose another guy over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i brought him back to my family, i know they like him cause' they treated him better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i decided, i know he is the one because he understands me and my actions instead of you blaming me for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im with him, i know he treats me well because he doesnt like to spend girl's money at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im with him, i know i'll be happy more than ever because he never asks for more than my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said all these maybe because i want to make you feel jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Or im just being proud and happy because i have him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how long this love will last, how long this relationship will last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least he eased my heartaches and showed me how to love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day we all should be happy for we have found someone better for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S  I sincerely send my 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href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i.html' title='When I...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4202206602878957703</id><published>2010-12-08T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:15:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me something...Why do you write blogs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a diary for you? Or you just like to share random things and thoughts with people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, it is clear from the title of my blog that it is about everything that i am addicted to in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite painful addictions, LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i felt how i feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i thought of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since we've talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since we've seen each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i dared myself to be strong and face the issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i've talked about my issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i've questioned myself, "have i really moved on?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i've talked to the people who betrayed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, since i've talked to the people who i betrayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized as time goes by, i find it easier to forget about the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even people's faces. Though i still remember the things they've done to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i still care? Why do i still want to talk about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is a reminder that i have to remember the experiences i went through and the lessons i've learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always thought this was the one, that was the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it always end up into a bad situation and a huge break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just cant believe God loves me so much that, even when i didnt ask for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sends me a good man for me to love, and love him with all my heart and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friends all asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How did it happen? How did you guys ended up being in a relationship? Tell me how you guys met!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know how to answer at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hereby announce the answers for all the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is my ex bf's college mate. I knew him through my ex bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've known each other for 3 years now, but we've always been friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the night we gathered for one of the friend's birthday celebration, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he seemed to be more caring than usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind i told myself, "Maybe i should give him a try, im single anyway...if he refuse to catch my hints i'll just walk away from this path."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i did, and the sparks lighted up so fast before we both realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew he was this kind, understanding guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, because we've been friends for so long and i never knew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was practically shocked by how the way he cares for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly we're holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's just love isint? It goes around, comes around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day by day, i cant help to be happy that i see him for who he really is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love him more and more as time past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to admit this, but at the end of the day i still have to thank my ex bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who introduced me to him and his friends (of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed friends even after we broke up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we fell in love with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know when and how, but to have him in my life is a miracle for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lessons taught me well, and now im his perfect girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we might be imperfect as individuals, but we are perfect for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends say we are a big spotlight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we show our love without any hesitations and we show it all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's just love. There's nothing wrong with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have someone to love you for who you really really are, is priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it turns into happiness. Hopefully a future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved on, and found someone special...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just life. If i can do it, all others out there can do it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish the ones out there, all the best finding someone better and someone that loves you with all their heart, and find happiness like i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.   To my love, Im still waiting for the day to say those words other than ILOVEYOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4202206602878957703?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4202206602878957703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4202206602878957703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4202206602878957703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4202206602878957703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-804261338444525268</id><published>2010-12-01T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:05:27.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回到过去</title><content type='html'>昨晚读了我朋友的部落格，&lt;div&gt;突然灵感到了也想写一下我自己的过去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当时还天真的我，根本不知道什么是爱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;以为爱，就像童话故事里面的王子与公主忽然相爱，就直到永远。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;第一次恋爱就是那么的简单，完全不用顾虑些什么...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一切都那么的戏剧化。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在雨中漫步；在公园看星星；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他出汗我帮他抹；我肚子饿他买食物给我；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;第一次牵手是多么的自然；第一次亲吻是多么的紧张。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还有很多的第一次，都在我第一次触碰到爱的时候发生。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但为何这一切都渐渐被遗忘？为何这一切甜蜜都变成悲伤？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就算到最后分手了，过往的回忆都历历在目。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;绝望之后，还以为永远不会再经历“爱”了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是偏偏就在我决定放弃时，老天爷就为我安排了我完全没有意识到的危险人物。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一开始，我并没有很喜欢他。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但不知为何那种感觉突然就来临了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他变了我生命中的一部份，而且我还笨得很去以为他会是我的将来。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我以为他只专情于我时，他竟然想背着我出轨。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而不是一次，两次...是三次！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我也不明白为什么能给他那么多次机会。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他不只背叛了我，还骂我、打我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我朋友一直叫我放手，但我不听劝告的一直折磨自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但当我知道我自己真的累了，错了...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我选择放弃不再哀求他，选择离开他，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;选择做个开心的单身一族，也不愿再做一个受伤的情人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我知道一切都不容易，我并不是一个能承受任何坏事多过三次的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真的以为这都完了，真的以为我不会再认真去爱，不会再认真接受任何人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我没有想过，我真的能过得比以前更幸福。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真的不明白，为什么老天爷一直为我安排一次又一次的恋情...然而是失败的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“爱”真的无法预算，也无法解释。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我根本没有奢望会再遇到能占据我生命的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;根本不知道何时开始，也不想知道何时结束。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就是这样，我和现在的他一起了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;全部人都为我们开心，就连我自己也为我们开心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不能否认过去的，我不再爱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但我必须承认，现在的他是我如今的一切...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是我如今的最爱，是我相信的未来。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不知道这感情会维持多久，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也不知道我们的爱会持续多久...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但我知道，只要我们一起努力，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;未来就有可能实现。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想对我过去的人说，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我会把你们藏在心底深处，不再触碰那回忆。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想对我现在的他说，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我会尽力相信你，相信我们...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我在等有一天我能说出那另外一句最美丽的三个字。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君 · 笔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-804261338444525268?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/804261338444525268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=804261338444525268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/804261338444525268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/804261338444525268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='回到过去'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7048888044934575361</id><published>2010-11-25T03:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:36:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>到底多简单又多困难？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我很困扰，我试着不想...但我很气。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;到底该气你？还是气自己？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;到底要怎样才算是一个朋友？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你有心事，你有问题，我会尽量帮你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但为何你不想说？却又说我一点也不关心、不明白？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我只能在一旁看着你，看你哭泣、看你颓丧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我要怎么做，你才会打开自己的心门让我明白？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;并不是我不管，而是我管不着。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你说你很庆幸他是你的朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;那我和其他人算些什么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我们不是陌生人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;如果你要我天天陪着你，谈心事...我会！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但你有没有选择过告诉我们？没有。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我试过问你，我试过明白你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但你什么也不表露，只说“没事？会有什么事？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你知道，我有多心痛吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你知道，我有多无奈吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你知道，我有多生气吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;对，大家都认为你是一个开心果。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;但我们都明白，人总有不开心的时候。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;为什么要假装自己？为什么要掩盖自己？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;难道人就要一生带着面具做人吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;难道人就要一生隐藏自己的情绪吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;简单的是，我是你的朋友！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;你需要我时，我一定在！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;困难的是，你不愿向我倾诉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我也不想勉强你做你不想做的事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;不是我不给予关怀，而是你不接受我的存在。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;朋友，我当你是朋友我就预了你在我生命中存在一辈子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;如果我们都不愿意坦诚，那友谊又算是什么意思？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;小乔　·　笔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7048888044934575361?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7048888044934575361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7048888044934575361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"&gt;一切都发生得很突然，我只能用“一杯清水”去解释一切。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你，就像是一杯清水。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;一直在身边，但又不会被注意的一杯饮品。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但没有你，我的世界就不完整。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我尝过各种酸甜苦辣的饮品。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但到最后我开始感到厌倦了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;才发现一直在我身边的清水，才是最真实、最可靠的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你不特别甜，也不特别好喝。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但你给我爱的滋润，完美了我的世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我不会对你厌倦，因为试问谁能对清水厌腻？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;谁能过着没有清水的世界？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你，就是那个一直在我身边我却不为意的一个人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;当我心碎之后，靠自己站起来时，我才真正发现你的存在是多么的美妙。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;的却是很突然...因为我们一直以来都只是朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但有时候人就是这样，他们一直寻找新鲜感，可是就不会留意身边好的人多的是。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;这一次，我不会再错过了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;如今，我们已拥有对方...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你给的爱，我无法抗拒。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;而我，开始相信你...爱上你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我的当当，借我一辈子...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;留在我身边，好吗？ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我 · 爱 · 你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;小乔　·　笔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7328866541382620426?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7328866541382620426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7328866541382620426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7328866541382620426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7328866541382620426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_24.html' title='一杯清水'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3109850206715582429</id><published>2010-11-21T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:35:28.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友</title><content type='html'>看了朋友的部落格，我有点感触。&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我开始发觉，也许我还不够用心去了解我的朋友。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到底是没有人了解我们？还是我们不让人了解？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候想大声喊出所有烦恼，但往往就有口难言。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候觉得没有人理会，但往往就是我们自己不要打开心门。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为了情人，我可以有异性没人性。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但为了朋友，我可以上刀山，下油锅...赴汤蹈火在所不齿。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只是有时候，人与人之间就是有些距离没有办法完全了解一个人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是我的朋友啊，朋友们都在这守候着你，惦记着你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要你不放弃，就能找到能倾听你的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你喜欢人，我帮你表白；你讨厌人，我帮你骂他；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你能和爱的人一起，我替你高兴；你伤心欲绝时，我和你一起哭；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你想找人说话，我陪你谈到天亮；你想静静发呆，我在一旁等到你发言。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你想找人和你做任何一切一切，我都可以陪你一起去疯狂与冷静。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要你说出口，我的答案就是 “好，我陪你。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;别忘记，就算这世界没人能找了。我，一定会在的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小乔　·　笔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3109850206715582429?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3109850206715582429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3109850206715582429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3109850206715582429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3109850206715582429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='朋友'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1232044041065852040</id><published>2010-11-18T05:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:58:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Wrote...that is all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Forever you will remain a shadow which scars the heart of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever will my shadow cloak you from reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever will our shadows overlap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever will those shadows remain even in the brightest of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words spoken merely to remain uncollapsed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words as mighty as the sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words which many people are trembled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word... just words... that brings no end to this wretched world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confusion, a feeling so terrifying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scars the heart with mind playing games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is loneliness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dwelling in the cold edges of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinging to the corners of darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling out to no one but thyself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love; A feeling that tingles the heart &amp;amp; tickles your soul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing but a mere word, but when put to action it makes you whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love; Brings happiness, gives hope &amp;amp; breathes life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other occasions; brings hatred, gives sorrow &amp;amp; inflict heartaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love has no beginnings &amp;amp; it will have no end, Sharing &amp;amp; caring, hand in hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it friend/foe, family/friend, Let love forever radiate towards all with no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.   Sometimes I wonder if its still true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1232044041065852040?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1232044041065852040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1232044041065852040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1232044041065852040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1232044041065852040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-wrotethat-is-all.html' title='What You Wrote...that is all.'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7177780092098399983</id><published>2010-11-09T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:37:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is pure, but why do we complicate love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People live for love, die for love, leave for love, stay for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i like to keep someone's love with me, and keep my love with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say i love myself more than i love others, because loving someone more than myself hurts so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i say all this, but the fact is my heart always break into pieces, and leave one small piece behind for that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I move on, but doesnt mean i forget. Somehow sometimes when i think about it i'll still see the scars of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will never heal, it will never disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder how much i can still give for the one in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i'll still have feelings for someone else sooner or later, but i dare not to love any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is always the reason to start all the pain and sorrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are some happy moments, but the sad ones always comes first before it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen people betrayed by others, and others betrayed some others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how and what to believe any more, as i know this world is full of lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people cant live without lies, but i cant live with any lies in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honesty is the key i always say. But ironically i cant be honest enough to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im being emotional for all sorts of random stuff, and somehow it leads back to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love? Why do people still search for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me one good, real good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiao Qiao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7177780092098399983?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7177780092098399983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7177780092098399983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7177780092098399983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7177780092098399983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3857055077709431855</id><published>2010-11-04T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:37:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Zero</title><content type='html'>Those memories are still clear, i will never forget.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love, i tried to keep him, and it failed. I cried, i went crazy and then i let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it ALL goes back to zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if i've never had love before, as if i dont know how to love any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if no one is important in my life any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess when everyone says they're moving on, it means starting back from zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant find my heart, i dont feel my heart pumping, i dont feel myself breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired, tired of all this. Tired of searching for the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired of people only love me for some reason. But in fact love, has no reason at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i was someone greater than who i am now, cause' i feel like i exist for a larger purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is God trying to play on me? Or is he trying to train me? I will never know and it only depends on how i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiao Qiao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3857055077709431855?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3857055077709431855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3857055077709431855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3857055077709431855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3857055077709431855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-zero.html' title='Back To Zero'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-8566062936384212575</id><published>2010-10-10T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:27:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Wont...</title><content type='html'>Dear _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ , &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know not only you couldn't do what you promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know is not totally your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you should be cared too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you feel insecure too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you want to say what you mean, and mean what you say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know somehow we both are lying to each other every time we make a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we wouldn't last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're not the only one who was madly in love before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you want to be happy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you want to be "its about you" sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know...a lot about some things, but not everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i promise, and will try to keep my words this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont bother you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont ask for your help any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont hold you back from a great path ahead any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont trouble you and your family any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont mention the past in front of you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont act childish and stupid in front of you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont trespass any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont keep calling and messaging you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont think about the possibilities of us being back together any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont think that you still love me any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont think that you broke up with me because of her any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont even think about why you broke up with me any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont act all emo and sad about the past any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont cry for you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont even smile for you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont ask if you want to tag along anywhere we go any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont think about you when I see things and go places that reminds me of us any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont even think about you any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont do things that you dont want or dont like me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont do you any favours any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont regret what I say and the decisions I make any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont regret that we broke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont regret about meeting you in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont regret you walked away from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont regret loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont stop loving you for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love will never end, but I understand that the relationship is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though our lives are apart, but a piece of my heart will always be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our own destiny awaits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S   For one last time...I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-8566062936384212575?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8566062936384212575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=8566062936384212575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8566062936384212575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8566062936384212575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-i-wont.html' title='I Know, I Wont...'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6928975813381308133</id><published>2010-10-06T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T03:18:02.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>真实？还是虚幻的故事？</title><content type='html'>我将诉说的故事，也许会很荒谬...也许会很戏剧化。&lt;div&gt;是不是真的，就让你去决定吧！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在2008年10月13日，君走路去了家附近较出名的篮球场。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一天，她的朋友邀请她去月光会。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在那儿，她朋友没有几个。但却在那一天认识了她一生人没有遇过的那种人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一个男的，名叫耀。他看见君，失了魂...贸然的去蒙住她的眼睛，要君猜猜他是谁。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君并不认识耀，所以感到惊讶。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在那一天，君与耀的缘份...开始了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在2008年11月23号，他们一起了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;刚开始，君问：“我们遇见那一天，你以为我是谁？”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀就说：“其实，你很像我以前喜欢过的人。她，唯一和你不一样...就是有口说不出话。后来有一天我要告白时，她不小心...被巴士撞倒。就不回来...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;世上有那么戏剧化的事情吗？君，就以为他只是在编故事...半信半疑。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;后来，耀还告诉了很多关于自己的事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他说，他曾经做过不正当的事...有些，人在江湖身不由己的事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但在遇上君之后，他就决定停止了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君就在想：“我应该相信他吗？可是，我们既然相爱，并不需要隐瞒啊！”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到最后，就因为君堕入了爱河...纵使朋友怎么解释，她依然选择了相信耀。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他们开开心心的度过了第一年的圣诞节、新年、农历新年和情人节。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但在第二年的时候，问题就开始来了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，君心血来潮觉得耀有点不对劲。所以就开始监视耀。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后发现，他和一个女子，名叫V的搭上了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当时君很激动，很生气...她问耀到底是怎么一回事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀却说：“我是被逼的！V...是黑道的人，花名就是猫爪。她有一些很重要的资料，我必须得到。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君呆了一下，她知道这一切是错的...耀既然已经说谎了，根本不值得再相信。但，她并没有和耀分手，反而还相信他的话。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但耀答应君不再找V，到最后还是反悔了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;中间，还和一个小妹妹，名叫K的搞暧昧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;之后问题不断的发生，君受不了也自残了两次。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;逼得耀要和君分手，还说他不爱她了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但君心里明白，耀实在说谎。因为耀还是会找君，还是会照顾她。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君不放弃的守候在耀的身边...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;直到有一天...他和V决裂了，和那小妹妹停止联络了，回到她的身边。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀很主动向君要求复合。君当然愿意！可是疑心还是存在的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，耀顶不顺了。他命令君要相信他！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀就说：“够了！你相信我好吗？我爱的是你！我答应你，我不会再骗你。所以，相信我，爱我好吗？”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君听了很感动，因为耀主动地答应她。所以从此以后，再也没怀疑过他。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在2010年9月4日，他们...缘份尽了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是一个拜六，君拨电话给耀。他说他很累，所以君就想说让他休息多一点。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但耀发给君一封信息，说他得和爸爸出去...之后就没接电话了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君觉得很不对劲，于是立刻去他家找他。结果人不在，君拨电话给uncle他也说耀没和他一起。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当场，君就崩溃了。他不停的拨电话给耀，还是没人接。也不知道能去哪儿找他。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;她无意间注意到了facebook，原来...耀又说谎了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他和一个女子又搞暧昧！君发狂起来，一直捣乱，自残...连邻居都觉得奇怪了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到耀回到时，他解释说，他只是想讨好那女的，让她进耀的公司公作。并没有喜欢她。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;本来，是君无法控制自己，一直要走的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是耀捉住君，不让君离开。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但到最后，耀却要求分手...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他说：“我想一个人...你对我太好了，所以我没办法...很烦，我觉得女人很烦。我想单身一辈子...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君听到了，觉得很心碎...所以也不再去挽留了。因为她知道，骗了她那么多次的男人，再也不值得...虽然心底还爱着耀。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;分手后，耀拒绝联络君。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个礼拜后，君要求见面。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当时她不懂，为何耀一直拉高衣领，缩起肩膀。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但天网恢恢，君的朋友遇见了耀..看见他颈上有被种了草莓。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;之后，又在facebook上从single换去it's complicated，再换去in a relationship。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;（耀说“想单身一辈子”是怎么了？）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君很勇敢的，把过去抛诸脑后...决定和V做朋友，和她谈天。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到最后发现更多谎话。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V并不是什么黑道人物，也没什么花名叫猫爪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;她是当时耀在subang卖蛋糕的时候，在附近工作的女子。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是因为偶然，他们认识了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;太多，太多的谎话，也不知道怎么说。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀曾说V很危险，不准君去惹她。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀曾说V很危险，连出街也带着武器。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀曾说V很危险，在club遇见时，要小心。还说她朋友P是很能打，有什么事就叫她帮。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀曾说V很危险，她hack耀的facebook删除我的posts。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀曾说过很多很多事情，到最后...原来只是他的心魔作怪，不断地说谎话。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后一次谈电话时，耀竟然对君说...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“其实半年前，我开始控制对你的爱，因为我觉得你没有表示过你珍惜我。所以分手也是因为你不珍惜我...我不要你了，不要再找我。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;原来说想一个人是假的，说想单身是假的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在还不是另有新欢了...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱能控制的吗？能控制的爱，还算是爱吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就算没有表示过，并不代表没爱过吧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;耀一直想着君没表示，难道他自己又有吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当局者迷，旁观者清。谁看不见，君对耀的好？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果有人看得见耀怎么对君好，能发言。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;故事完了，信不信都由你决定。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我相信天理循环，人总会得到报应...包括我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6928975813381308133?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6928975813381308133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6928975813381308133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6928975813381308133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6928975813381308133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_06.html' title='真实？还是虚幻的故事？'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7713445133059069096</id><published>2010-10-03T05:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:50:02.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>听海</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TKser269OdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N7SUy1zWp50/s400/DSC03825.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524543106726050258" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TKekGzHC-fI/AAAAAAAAAnA/j4_G3Y4AA5c/s1600/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TKekGzHC-fI/AAAAAAAAAnA/j4_G3Y4AA5c/s400/DSC03841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523563904699136498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;写信告诉我今天 海是什么颜色&lt;br /&gt;夜夜陪著你的海 心情又如何&lt;br /&gt;灰色是不想说 蓝色是忧郁&lt;br /&gt;而漂泊的你 狂浪的心 停在哪里&lt;br /&gt;写信告诉我今夜 你想要梦什么&lt;br /&gt;梦里外的我是否 都让你无从选择&lt;br /&gt;我揪著一颗心 整夜都闭不了眼睛&lt;br /&gt;为何你明明动了情 却又不靠近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听 海哭的声音&lt;br /&gt;叹惜著谁又被伤了心 却还不清醒&lt;br /&gt;一定不是我 至少我很冷静&lt;br /&gt;可是泪水 就连泪水也都不相信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听 海哭的声音&lt;br /&gt;这片海未免也太多情 悲泣到天明&lt;br /&gt;写封信给我 就当最后约定&lt;br /&gt;说你在离开我的时候 是怎样的心情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写信告诉我今夜 你想要梦什么&lt;br /&gt;梦里外的我是否 都让你无从选择&lt;br /&gt;我揪著一颗心 整夜都闭不了眼睛&lt;br /&gt;为何你明明动了情 却又不靠近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听 海哭的声音&lt;br /&gt;叹惜著谁又被伤了心 却还不清醒&lt;br /&gt;一定不是我 至少我很冷静&lt;br /&gt;可是泪水 就连泪水也都不相信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听 海哭的声音&lt;br /&gt;这片海未免也太多情 悲泣到天明&lt;br /&gt;写封信给我 就当最后约定&lt;br /&gt;说你在离开我的时候 是怎样的心情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;======================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;刚过的周末，去了海边。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;我看见那片大海，心情平静了下来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;而你就像那片大海，紧紧地围绕着我...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;一次又一次，向我走近。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;那海浪的潮声，像是你在我耳边轻轻细语。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;无论我走多远，还是逃不走你那汹涌的海浪。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;让我乐，也让我忧...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;不停的扰乱我的身心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;是怎么相遇？是怎么靠近？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;我只能控制自己，不爱上那片大海...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;因为你只流浪，不会为我停留。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;我只能享受当时，你那海水触碰我的感受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;我不会渴望遗留在你身边，因为我知道...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;总有一天，你还是会随着风浪而漂走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7713445133059069096?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7713445133059069096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7713445133059069096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7713445133059069096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7713445133059069096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='听海'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TKser269OdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N7SUy1zWp50/s72-c/DSC03825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3293190341861391000</id><published>2010-09-30T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:35:42.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说不出口的话</title><content type='html'>越脆弱的人，就越需要装坚强。&lt;div&gt;我非常的脆弱，所以在别人面前更需要坚强。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但我很勇敢...勇敢的接受事实，大胆得面对一切...包括你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;说谎话，不是勇敢的行为。勇敢，是对人...对我，坦诚一切。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你那懦夫的行为，有时真的让我觉得恶心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但为什么？为什么，我还是不能勇敢地把你忘记？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何要说，“我不要你了”？为何不说，“我不爱你了”？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何要说，“我不想管了”...却还要问我，“你还好吗？”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何要说，“不要烦我”...盖电话后，又拨电话给我，说“对不起，刚才语气重了”？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何要说，“(fb in a relationship)”，却对我说，“只是放爽而已”？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何要说，“我还没对任何事有心理准备”，却要避开我去的地方，和别人约会？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果你不管了，你不爱了...那为什么逃避？真的只是纯粹不好意思吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;逃避，只让我觉得你忘不了我。我希望你就继续逃避，因为这样...意味着我永远是你的痛。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为何我爱的人不爱我，爱我的人我却不爱？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人选我，我选人...到何时才能有一个我爱他，他爱我的人出现？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许我真的不懂得珍惜我们的爱，但并不代表我不爱你！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么我能接受和相信你的全部，你却要因为我没去证明我珍惜你而跟我分手？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这到底是哪儿来的道理？没错，爱...是没有道理的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我每次决定真得要放下了，你的消息却传来我的耳边。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;坏消息，已经不是一个坏消息。只是一个，关于你的消息。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;心疼，但未至于到泪流满面的地步。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不想再爱你了...我不想再爱一个不会爱原本的我的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;时间，只能证明我有多爱你；时间，却是唯一能让这一切慢慢消失的出路。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这世界，就是那么多讽刺的事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是老天爷在玩弄我？还是考验我？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我是一个先苦后甜的人...但何时，我那真正的甜蜜才会出现，永不离开我身边？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不够可爱，我不够美丽，我不够聪明，我不够斯文...我不够别人的，还有很多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但我不会隐藏自己...我也不希望任何人隐藏自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果是这样的话，那又怎么交出一颗心于人相处呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我累了...以前不如意的事，我都熬过来了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但为何这一次，真的觉得累了？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;被骗到累？还是被伤害到累？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;被抛弃到累？还是爱累了？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;千言万语说不尽...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我只能告诉自己，这条路无论多艰难都必须要向前进。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小乔　·　笔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3293190341861391000?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3293190341861391000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3293190341861391000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3293190341861391000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3293190341861391000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_30.html' title='说不出口的话'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7768175881335711038</id><published>2010-09-29T04:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:35:51.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我 - 爱 - 你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;不知不觉，又维持分手多一天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;好久好久，没好好坐在电脑面前诉说自己了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;不懂没有了我的他，过得还好吗？真的好吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我，永远不会忘记2008年10月13日，我们相识那一天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我，永远不会忘记2008年11月23日，我们一起的那一天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我，永远不会忘记2010年09月04日，我们分手那一天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;虽然以前的回忆变得朦胧，但你曾经走入我生命里的日子，是不能埋没的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;朋友说，爱...是双方面的。如果对方只接受，没付出，没牺牲...那就不是爱了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;而你，就是一厢情愿的爱而已。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我觉得，爱...是没有值得不值得的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;爱，就是爱一个人的全部。他的好与坏，都是他。所以爱，就要爱他的好与坏。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;爱，也要体谅。他曾做错过，但如果是真爱，你也能放下那不好的回忆，再次去接受他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;爱，不是要去找一个更好的。Mr. Right，是自己选的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;难道将来有一个更好的，你就要去抛弃你爱的人，去选一个更好但也许你不会爱的人吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我相信爱，是永远不会停止的。就算过了多久，还依然想念。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;只是变成了默默的爱与关心，或者变成朋友的爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;就算以前几多挫折，偶尔我想起你，心里还是觉得温暖的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;放弃你，并不代表我不爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我爱你，是永远不会改变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我只选择了不告诉你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;能说出我爱你的话，只是锦上添花。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;那不是一种习惯，那是一个完美的词句。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;完美的词句，不需要每天挂在嘴边。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你并不会看华语，你也未必知道我又开始写部落格。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但在这，我能大大方方的说，我爱你！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我爱你，所以我尊重你的决定。无论多坎坷，我都接受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我爱你，所以我选择给你自由，给你平静。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;就算你另有新欢，我对你...是永不停止的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我以前没有好好珍惜你，但至少此刻开始我珍惜你给我的经验与教训。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;让我知道在一段感情中，最简单的事就是要不停的珍惜对方，永不停止。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;就让我在这，再一次说出完美的词句...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我   爱   你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;小乔　·　笔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7768175881335711038?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7768175881335711038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdxfsbImI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lYzPI2qtHdI/s1600/DSC_5724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdxfsbImI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lYzPI2qtHdI/s400/DSC_5724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087275411251810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdwvooj0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/5MkUHDlLYyw/s1600/DSC_5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdwvooj0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/5MkUHDlLYyw/s400/DSC_5720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087262510452546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdxzruBgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nfWKc1ekqfQ/s1600/DSC_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdxzruBgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nfWKc1ekqfQ/s400/DSC_5752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087280777004546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdwCBJrTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bWL5K3h0-SQ/s1600/DSC_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdwCBJrTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bWL5K3h0-SQ/s400/DSC_5694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087250265255218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdyWy-9kI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0iO0mMRdBxs/s1600/DSC_5812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdyWy-9kI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0iO0mMRdBxs/s400/DSC_5812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087290202715714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtevYCOqoI/AAAAAAAAAls/LxBs-CzkO8Y/s1600/DSC_5831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtevYCOqoI/AAAAAAAAAls/LxBs-CzkO8Y/s400/DSC_5831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493088338507115138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful scenery it is....had a great night and i love the themes of the place. Enjoy! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4253028180813994966?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4253028180813994966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4253028180813994966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4253028180813994966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4253028180813994966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/night-at-i-city-ii.html' title='A Night At I-City II'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TDtdwCBJrTI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bWL5K3h0-SQ/s72-c/DSC_5694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3239404481940639963</id><published>2010-05-29T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:52:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At I-City</title><content type='html'>I went to I-City in Shah Alam with two close college mate couple the other day. It was beautiful, i figured that i would certainly go again as it was still under construction when i went there that day. I love the lights, and the theme of the trees. U know what is even better? There's a Frosty's Wonderland. If anyone of you are going one day, be sure to go in there AFTER you've walked other places. Why i say so? Because most probably you'll be sweating after a long walk and Frosty's Wonderland is the best place to cool yourself down. I think there's more than four air-con in that room. I'm pretty sure there must be more themes for all the shop lots. =)Here are some pictures i took with my college mates and my baybee boo. Some are quite stupid but we all had fun.I'm not going to edit anything because i love the natural colour. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGYgp0mRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e0EA6BcoTio/s1600/DSC_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGYgp0mRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e0EA6BcoTio/s400/DSC_5653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476595271267031314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGZLej-eI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8UVWi5BFVD8/s1600/DSC_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGZLej-eI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8UVWi5BFVD8/s400/DSC_5662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476595282762529250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGZ-w_z4I/AAAAAAAAAks/68N9zIcdctI/s1600/DSC_5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGZ-w_z4I/AAAAAAAAAks/68N9zIcdctI/s400/DSC_5670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476595296530059138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGaN6RZoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SD6iFzjiF_o/s1600/DSC_5673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGaN6RZoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SD6iFzjiF_o/s400/DSC_5673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476595300595492482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGasvWF0I/AAAAAAAAAk8/pvpzb_qjmG4/s1600/DSC_5677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGasvWF0I/AAAAAAAAAk8/pvpzb_qjmG4/s400/DSC_5677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476595308871161666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3239404481940639963?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3239404481940639963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3239404481940639963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3239404481940639963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3239404481940639963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/outing-24052010.html' title='A Night At I-City'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/TADGYgp0mRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e0EA6BcoTio/s72-c/DSC_5653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6849466816345601229</id><published>2009-12-09T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:58:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sx9q9ePLV4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/2iTmMKyoPLI/s1600-h/photo+work+200+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sx9q9ePLV4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/2iTmMKyoPLI/s400/photo+work+200+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413162881443911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first attempt on photoshop-ing a human into a puppet-look-alike. Is can amateur work...so...there's flaws &gt;&lt;. But ermm, its my first time, and i'm proud of it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6849466816345601229?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6849466816345601229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6849466816345601229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6849466816345601229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6849466816345601229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-photo-works-22.html' title='MY Photo Works 22'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sx9q9ePLV4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/2iTmMKyoPLI/s72-c/photo+work+200+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2195399080715373292</id><published>2009-09-15T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:12:06.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wvrmF9wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dyOWaZs1Qzo/s1600-h/photo+work+181+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wvrmF9wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dyOWaZs1Qzo/s400/photo+work+181+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381432937957160706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wwPcmNmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SZZ7z9H_PiQ/s1600-h/photo+work+182+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wwPcmNmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SZZ7z9H_PiQ/s400/photo+work+182+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381432947581007458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wwq13eJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fPP0eZGsahU/s1600-h/photo+work+183+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wwq13eJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fPP0eZGsahU/s400/photo+work+183+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381432954934753426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6ww3tUsYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZnMrmhM2G6o/s1600-h/photo+work+184+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6ww3tUsYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZnMrmhM2G6o/s400/photo+work+184+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381432958388580738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another model for Digital Imaging 2. It was like a small job for me introduced by my friend (black shirt guy), but at the end of the day it became my friend's model =..=" And we just took pictures of her and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least i can test the lights first that day =). Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2195399080715373292?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2195399080715373292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2195399080715373292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2195399080715373292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2195399080715373292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-photo-works-21.html' title='MY Photo Works 21'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6wvrmF9wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dyOWaZs1Qzo/s72-c/photo+work+181+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2014221228507878189</id><published>2009-09-15T03:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:09:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tv29bBoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Up-pDMmzRrM/s1600-h/photo+work+184+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tv29bBoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Up-pDMmzRrM/s400/photo+work+184+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381429642472916610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tvUIYg_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dbmtQ2urTyQ/s1600-h/photo+work+185+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tvUIYg_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dbmtQ2urTyQ/s400/photo+work+185+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381429633123648498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tux3G36I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ula_MRW1Aig/s1600-h/photo+work+186+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tux3G36I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ula_MRW1Aig/s400/photo+work+186+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381429623924383650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tuQzMTrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/thmk1NPliLg/s1600-h/photo+work+187+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tuQzMTrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/thmk1NPliLg/s400/photo+work+187+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381429615049592498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6ttt0dH9I/AAAAAAAAAio/5rTvlmyODLo/s1600-h/photo+work+188+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sTy19ksI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UiDhytV7Fh0/s400/photo+work+190+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428060819919554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sTvmYLFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5LEKZWhFG_Q/s1600-h/photo+work+191+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sTvmYLFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5LEKZWhFG_Q/s400/photo+work+191+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428059949247570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sTIOsb-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/MbpI3kJQBBs/s1600-h/photo+work+192+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sTIOsb-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/MbpI3kJQBBs/s400/photo+work+192+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428049380929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sSzVbDRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KfJVgl-rWys/s1600-h/photo+work+193+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6sSzVbDRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KfJVgl-rWys/s400/photo+work+193+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428043772005650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rJUv1fXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9xNiOW1gOzU/s1600-h/photo+work+194+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rJUv1fXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9xNiOW1gOzU/s400/photo+work+194+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426781430840690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rI4o4a2I/AAAAAAAAAho/d8xBRjLpvUI/s1600-h/photo+work+195+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rI4o4a2I/AAAAAAAAAho/d8xBRjLpvUI/s400/photo+work+195+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426773885479778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rIjqLK4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/rC-DQW5qscY/s1600-h/photo+work+196+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6rIjqLK4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/rC-DQW5qscY/s400/photo+work+196+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426768253758338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6q0AANfUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fCzqX4gQzMw/s1600-h/photo+work+197+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6q0AANfUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fCzqX4gQzMw/s400/photo+work+197+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426415085124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6qz7fMpxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ickEsGu20Xs/s1600-h/photo+work+198+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6qz7fMpxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ickEsGu20Xs/s400/photo+work+198+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426413872916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I updated my blog. I've been busy with all the assignments...i managed to hand it in, but it seems like I'm always late =..=" But i guess i cant be lucky all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot some photographs for Digital Imaging 2. Actually just wanted to shoot something...it was fun though =) This time my theme is kind of like "High Class Office Lady" ? So i invited my brother's girlfriend to help me out ^^. I did a lot of editing of the background...cause' my college studio background sucks! But i ruined the hair =..=" didn't really know how to cover it nicely without touching the hair part...lol. Never mind about that, I'm not a Pro....yet! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! And please keep an eye on my blog XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2014221228507878189?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2014221228507878189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2014221228507878189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2014221228507878189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2014221228507878189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-photo-works-20.html' title='MY Photo Works 20'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sq6tv29bBoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Up-pDMmzRrM/s72-c/photo+work+184+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7833450440163951291</id><published>2009-07-23T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:34:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo4iYfuCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ANvwXTne7eA/s1600-h/photo+work+178+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo4iYfuCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ANvwXTne7eA/s400/photo+work+178+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369201919375394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo4Sv47uI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JTAyabkNhA0/s1600-h/photo+work+177+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo4Sv47uI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JTAyabkNhA0/s400/photo+work+177+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369197722529506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo3yZm5WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/c4zoSt07YGo/s1600-h/photo+work+176+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo3yZm5WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/c4zoSt07YGo/s400/photo+work+176+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369189039138146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo31bPa_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/hDPa3-lgugs/s1600-h/photo+work+175+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo31bPa_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/hDPa3-lgugs/s400/photo+work+175+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369189851294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo3cAhPRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YuH-91bHhBs/s1600-h/photo+work+174+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo3cAhPRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YuH-91bHhBs/s400/photo+work+174+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369183028329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these pictures so much!! So far, this is the best assignment i did.&lt;br /&gt;My theme is "Reflection". Got the idea from one of the magazines i bought.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted create a feeling that people are lonely, and sometimes they talk to themselves in the mirror, or imagining there's another person or personality in the mirror. I also wanted to create two person with one body.&lt;br /&gt;I purposely borrowed my friend's portrait lens for the shooting too! It's really different than using a normal lens....it helps in focusing my object.&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy! Don't hesitate to comment me...and so sorry i haven't been posting! Now you know, my work has been piling up...haha! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7833450440163951291?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7833450440163951291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7833450440163951291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7833450440163951291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7833450440163951291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-photo-works-19.html' title='MY Photo Works 19'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdo4iYfuCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ANvwXTne7eA/s72-c/photo+work+178+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5615333299836599928</id><published>2009-07-23T03:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:47:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUNamXhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2SYxqydIo5I/s1600-h/photo+work+166+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUNamXhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2SYxqydIo5I/s400/photo+work+166+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366378792508946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUY8Wm3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/dElTsQvC4Yg/s1600-h/photo+work+167+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUY8Wm3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/dElTsQvC4Yg/s400/photo+work+167+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366381886872434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUwJdPII/AAAAAAAAAfI/ozuy5ElphFs/s1600-h/photo+work+168+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUwJdPII/AAAAAAAAAfI/ozuy5ElphFs/s400/photo+work+168+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366388115848322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmVDbzGxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zEDtYOmi5pM/s1600-h/photo+work+169+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmVDbzGxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zEDtYOmi5pM/s400/photo+work+169+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366393293052690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmVer6ruI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tSTjNqTNFUY/s1600-h/photo+work+170+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmVer6ruI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tSTjNqTNFUY/s400/photo+work+170+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366400608415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdme4hCKQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/N01kdvmRgXQ/s1600-h/photo+work+171+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdme4hCKQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/N01kdvmRgXQ/s400/photo+work+171+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366562160912642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the old building around KL, just beside the Bukit Nanas forest area.&lt;br /&gt;The building caught my attention because it was such an old building right in the middle of the urban area. It was there since 1913. I forgot to take a photo of the year of the building carved on the wall =.="&lt;br /&gt;I think it went through the war, because if you look closely you will see some bullet holes-look-alike. I purposely took photos with weird angles, might be the way how soldiers were looking at that time. I realized that some of the houses are still lived by people, but the garden behind is just forest! Oh! I also photoshoped it so the buildings look older....hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-5615333299836599928?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5615333299836599928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=5615333299836599928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5615333299836599928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5615333299836599928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-one-of-old-building-around-kl.html' title='MY Photo Works 18'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdmUNamXhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2SYxqydIo5I/s72-c/photo+work+166+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7880150951541307362</id><published>2009-07-23T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:17:26.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdlVA9ZoII/AAAAAAAAAew/ORmWIGRofh4/s1600-h/photo+work+161+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdlVA9ZoII/AAAAAAAAAew/ORmWIGRofh4/s400/photo+work+161+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365293117055106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk__ok_BI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gF1Mrq1fp30/s1600-h/photo+work+160+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk__ok_BI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gF1Mrq1fp30/s400/photo+work+160+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364931984030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_u-JLaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/a6CkdMdWnWU/s1600-h/photo+work+159+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_u-JLaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/a6CkdMdWnWU/s400/photo+work+159+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364927511080354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_U0w3yI/AAAAAAAAAeY/am7Zc_1XILM/s1600-h/photo+work+158+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_U0w3yI/AAAAAAAAAeY/am7Zc_1XILM/s400/photo+work+158+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364920492416802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_APUlLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_sd8DEb38SI/s1600-h/photo+work+157+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk_APUlLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_sd8DEb38SI/s400/photo+work+157+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364914966664370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk-zpmaBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bhTFFyWd2wY/s1600-h/photo+work+156+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdk-zpmaBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bhTFFyWd2wY/s400/photo+work+156+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364911587223570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he look homo?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him i can hand in my assignment =..="&lt;br /&gt;He's daring...it is the first step in taking photos i guess XP&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7880150951541307362?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7880150951541307362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7880150951541307362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7880150951541307362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7880150951541307362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-he-look-homo-hahahaha.html' title='MY Photo Works 17'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdlVA9ZoII/AAAAAAAAAew/ORmWIGRofh4/s72-c/photo+work+161+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-9006803877540222469</id><published>2009-07-23T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:11:18.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj5e1Pw3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/L7qmlY8CSgk/s1600-h/photo+work+154+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj5e1Pw3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/L7qmlY8CSgk/s400/photo+work+154+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363720587953010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj5CoqlXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sM9oQ0m-F-A/s1600-h/photo+work+153+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj5CoqlXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sM9oQ0m-F-A/s400/photo+work+153+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363713018991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4_BQgcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/a5Pphskz4RA/s1600-h/photo+work+152+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4_BQgcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/a5Pphskz4RA/s400/photo+work+152+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363712048398786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4ww0zvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OkkHNuYLmpY/s1600-h/photo+work+151+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4ww0zvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OkkHNuYLmpY/s400/photo+work+151+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363708221378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4hz-0OI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yUUneo6ir3g/s1600-h/photo+work+150+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj4hz-0OI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yUUneo6ir3g/s400/photo+work+150+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363704208085218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took some photos for my friend...&lt;br /&gt;He's good looking, has a good posture....&lt;br /&gt;Had fun shooting him =)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it didn't work out on my assignment...&lt;br /&gt;I guess just can enjoy it here =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-9006803877540222469?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9006803877540222469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=9006803877540222469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/9006803877540222469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/9006803877540222469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-photo-works-16.html' title='MY Photo Works 16'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Smdj5e1Pw3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/L7qmlY8CSgk/s72-c/photo+work+154+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2667800752232285615</id><published>2009-07-23T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:07:22.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHwShT_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/QRGSDXTKUu0/s1600-h/photo+work+173+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHwShT_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/QRGSDXTKUu0/s400/photo+work+173+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361361766769053682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool? weird??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHl8hhtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ziXtPnjX26o/s1600-h/photo+work+172+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHl8hhtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ziXtPnjX26o/s400/photo+work+172+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361361763992438482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petronas Twin Towers...isn't beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHf0iwYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ThTQXOfWYPE/s1600-h/photo+work+165+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHf0iwYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ThTQXOfWYPE/s400/photo+work+165+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361361762348351874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiGxdoJpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KhqjXK6btpg/s1600-h/photo+work+164+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiGxdoJpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KhqjXK6btpg/s400/photo+work+164+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361361749904205458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhGrRLKpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9TH-601fYBQ/s1600-h/photo+work+163+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhGrRLKpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9TH-601fYBQ/s400/photo+work+163+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361360648729733778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bukit Bintang roadside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhGSr3pkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jvnDZB0W2BI/s1600-h/photo+work+162+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhGSr3pkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jvnDZB0W2BI/s400/photo+work+162+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361360642130814530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhF7YMuRI/AAAAAAAAAco/qts2PaZCjDI/s1600-h/photo+work+148+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhF7YMuRI/AAAAAAAAAco/qts2PaZCjDI/s400/photo+work+148+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361360635874294034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took me whole day just to take the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhFsT3BnI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jItnfdU3hMA/s1600-h/photo+work+147+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhFsT3BnI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jItnfdU3hMA/s400/photo+work+147+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361360631829562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putrajaya Mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhFek49SI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QGiaPmZJios/s1600-h/photo+work+143+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdhFek49SI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QGiaPmZJios/s400/photo+work+143+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361360628142896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks like the dragonfly is smiling at me =..="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2667800752232285615?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2667800752232285615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2667800752232285615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2667800752232285615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2667800752232285615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-photo-works-15.html' title='MY Photo Works 15'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SmdiHwShT_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/QRGSDXTKUu0/s72-c/photo+work+173+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4575235177432725594</id><published>2009-05-27T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:17:53.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0HbZOhuvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qtkjGTi3ync/s1600-h/photo+work+128+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0HbZOhuvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qtkjGTi3ync/s400/photo+work+128+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340432900340955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0IAq76XFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PgVRN2s-4tY/s1600-h/photo+work+135+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0IAq76XFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PgVRN2s-4tY/s400/photo+work+135+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340433540749876306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0HalclOBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QaDlkKxHDIc/s1600-h/photo+work+142+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0HalclOBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QaDlkKxHDIc/s400/photo+work+142+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340432886441261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0Ha5LPTUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kyxWUb63V6Q/s1600-h/photo+work+140+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0Ha5LPTUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kyxWUb63V6Q/s400/photo+work+140+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340432891737230658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRlItJUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vObP3XskqKo/s1600-h/photo+work+136+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRlItJUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vObP3XskqKo/s400/photo+work+136+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428333692560706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRYaHfNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/u0cwTWY9kDI/s1600-h/photo+work+139+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRYaHfNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/u0cwTWY9kDI/s400/photo+work+139+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428330275929298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRPyx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAak/Rrzkl2cCacc/s1600-h/photo+work+138+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DRPyx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAak/Rrzkl2cCacc/s400/photo+work+138+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428327963458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DROmGbAI/AAAAAAAAAas/qsmJp5-nQnk/s1600-h/photo+work+137+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DROmGbAI/AAAAAAAAAas/qsmJp5-nQnk/s400/photo+work+137+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428327641836546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DQ0i70CI/AAAAAAAAAac/WCdZNOKBxzE/s1600-h/photo+work+141+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0DQ0i70CI/AAAAAAAAAac/WCdZNOKBxzE/s400/photo+work+141+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428320649236514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments for this post.&lt;br /&gt;Just simple and i like it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4575235177432725594?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4575235177432725594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4575235177432725594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4575235177432725594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4575235177432725594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-photo-works-13.html' title='MY Photo Works 14'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sh0HbZOhuvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qtkjGTi3ync/s72-c/photo+work+128+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5113140752515484186</id><published>2009-05-26T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:10:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8AWeWApI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oy5TnKtnIg0/s1600-h/photo+work+131+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8AWeWApI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oy5TnKtnIg0/s400/photo+work+131+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340420341117616786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8AfzznMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ftBSaTVhw50/s1600-h/photo+work+132+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8AfzznMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ftBSaTVhw50/s400/photo+work+132+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340420343623556290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz9k8G5HqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zzBXTDE8hps/s1600-h/photo+work+130+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz9k8G5HqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zzBXTDE8hps/s400/photo+work+130+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340422069206720162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8jSJT9SI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/C23QV_dr7w8/s1600-h/photo+work+134+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8jSJT9SI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/C23QV_dr7w8/s400/photo+work+134+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340420941251081506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz7_zquUqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4bqcJwVdcWE/s1600-h/photo+work+129+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz7_zquUqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4bqcJwVdcWE/s400/photo+work+129+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340420331774300834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call ourselves as a developing country. We say we are civilized people.&lt;br /&gt;But why there are still such problems and issues? Tiny things that would bring our country's reputation down, but we don't realize.&lt;br /&gt;Beggars, homeless people, handicap not being helped by organizations...vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;It has become a culture, yet it does not have to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;We say we can do better, M'sia boleh... But what did we do to make ourselves better? To make our country better? To make citizens live better with each other? To make the world better?&lt;br /&gt;I think we have to reconsider about everything we are doing now that doesn't make anything better.&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a fantasy that we are imagining everyday, though we still force ourselves to live in the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-5113140752515484186?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5113140752515484186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=5113140752515484186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5113140752515484186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5113140752515484186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-vs-fantasy.html' title='MY Photo Works 13'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Shz8AWeWApI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oy5TnKtnIg0/s72-c/photo+work+131+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1014441998443591270</id><published>2009-04-29T14:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:19:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Terengganu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-B23jlPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lg2HQbLl6ZU/s1600-h/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-B23jlPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lg2HQbLl6ZU/s400/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330007991878128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-BucSkTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zmvxjlnI0gQ/s1600-h/photo+work+116+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-BucSkTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zmvxjlnI0gQ/s400/photo+work+116+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330007989616283954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-BnGMFWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vwThgoSF1WE/s1600-h/photo+work+118+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-BnGMFWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vwThgoSF1WE/s400/photo+work+118+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330007987644536162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8sPmguJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/EYBygM8v4iI/s1600-h/photo+work+119+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8sPmguJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/EYBygM8v4iI/s400/photo+work+119+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330006521048774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8sIZQVGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/goYctJs7ot4/s1600-h/photo+work+120+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8sIZQVGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/goYctJs7ot4/s400/photo+work+120+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330006519114126434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8ryzVadI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gNdK8QyLvpg/s1600-h/photo+work+121+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8ryzVadI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gNdK8QyLvpg/s400/photo+work+121+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330006513317931474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-yZ8267I/AAAAAAAAAYc/TG7hoyhnp2Y/s1600-h/photo+work+127+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-yZ8267I/AAAAAAAAAYc/TG7hoyhnp2Y/s400/photo+work+127+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330008825929329586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-x1iMhlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WZJgR3J7leI/s1600-h/photo+work+126+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-x1iMhlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WZJgR3J7leI/s400/photo+work+126+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330008816153822802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8riRUPTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QKNuzFb2MF8/s1600-h/photo+work+124+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8riRUPTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QKNuzFb2MF8/s400/photo+work+124+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330006508880280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8rtiE7AI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_HzYPQLxgjE/s1600-h/photo+work+125+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff8rtiE7AI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_HzYPQLxgjE/s400/photo+work+125+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330006511903370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are a few photos that i like the most while i took in Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;Love the beach, love the sea...love the sky ^^ and love the lil turtles!!&lt;br /&gt;If u want to see more photos, do check out my Facebook or Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1014441998443591270?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1014441998443591270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1014441998443591270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1014441998443591270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1014441998443591270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-terengganu.html' title='Trip to Terengganu'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sff-B23jlPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lg2HQbLl6ZU/s72-c/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2847873025974734596</id><published>2009-04-17T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:29:48.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Children see. Children do.&lt;br /&gt;To those who has children, young relatives, siblings, or even younger friends....&lt;br /&gt;This is a video for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will inspire you to change better for the future ones.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWUtywfwsMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWUtywfwsMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2847873025974734596?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2847873025974734596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2847873025974734596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2847873025974734596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2847873025974734596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-friendly.html' title='Child Friendly'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3364837707445629178</id><published>2009-04-12T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:22:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgi3Na16I/AAAAAAAAAXA/iZvfeBSWTcA/s1600-h/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgi3Na16I/AAAAAAAAAXA/iZvfeBSWTcA/s400/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323783124069046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiiJCwLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mbTGNPJfBW0/s1600-h/photo+work+114+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiiJCwLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mbTGNPJfBW0/s400/photo+work+114+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323783118413545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiUzxg2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tqUiW0oXC5I/s1600-h/photo+work+113+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiUzxg2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tqUiW0oXC5I/s400/photo+work+113+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323783114834674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiQpj6nI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_4QB08Bo0Q4/s1600-h/photo+work+112+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgiQpj6nI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_4QB08Bo0Q4/s400/photo+work+112+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323783113718098546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfX_G2AGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lJT--KqkLf0/s1600-h/photo+work+110+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfX_G2AGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lJT--KqkLf0/s400/photo+work+110+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781837698760802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfXnfnnlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kCAm42w7v0A/s1600-h/photo+work+109+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfXnfnnlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kCAm42w7v0A/s400/photo+work+109+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781831360224850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHpfiqhSHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dNZsU1_wd5w/s1600-h/photo+work+108+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHpfiqhSHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dNZsU1_wd5w/s400/photo+work+108+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323792962619000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfXcG1YgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zn11ieRDERI/s1600-h/photo+work+107+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHfXcG1YgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zn11ieRDERI/s400/photo+work+107+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781828303479298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first self-portrait photos taken in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Is not an easy job when you only have one assistant...&lt;br /&gt;i have to test all the lighting, and tell the assistant how should he take me, and i have to think my own poses =.=" Challenging, yet fun =)&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice, get at least two assistant if you wanna try something like this your own XP&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3364837707445629178?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3364837707445629178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3364837707445629178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3364837707445629178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3364837707445629178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-photo-works-12.html' title='MY Photo Works 12'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHgi3Na16I/AAAAAAAAAXA/iZvfeBSWTcA/s72-c/photo+work+115+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6878764566451573725</id><published>2009-04-12T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:40:23.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In Destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeG4isM1fPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OiOUkl0Hfb8/s1600-h/3318188138_34f1abf92d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeG4isM1fPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OiOUkl0Hfb8/s400/3318188138_34f1abf92d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323739140648697074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtZyej9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/dRgMLvW6C_U/s1600-h/photo+work+104+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtZyej9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/dRgMLvW6C_U/s400/photo+work+104+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750319801143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtMy8jII/AAAAAAAAAVY/7Z38eFXxdGA/s1600-h/photo+work+102+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtMy8jII/AAAAAAAAAVY/7Z38eFXxdGA/s400/photo+work+102+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750316313447554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtVATWZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Fi1lL7ntVBQ/s1600-h/photo+work+103+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtVATWZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Fi1lL7ntVBQ/s400/photo+work+103+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750318516951442" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtpden5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/1JnEkT0IrDQ/s1600-h/photo+work+105+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeHCtpden5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/1JnEkT0IrDQ/s400/photo+work+105+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750324008034194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first time coming to KL Pac for an exhibition, "Beauty In Destruction".&lt;br /&gt;Along the road in to the place i found some old building structure. Love the building, love the trees and grasses, and love the sunlight that day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys love it...Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6878764566451573725?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6878764566451573725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6878764566451573725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6878764566451573725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6878764566451573725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-in-destruction.html' title='Beauty In Destruction'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SeG4isM1fPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OiOUkl0Hfb8/s72-c/3318188138_34f1abf92d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6466359268897354148</id><published>2009-03-30T03:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:19:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How "united" is Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_TJroZVSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GGIEgA59NWs/s1600-h/60earthhour.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_TJroZVSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GGIEgA59NWs/s400/60earthhour.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318701848232285474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 28 of March, we all know it is the 60 Earth Hour day.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that most of the Malaysians know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've tried every way to persuade us to show how united we are by turning all our lights off.&lt;br /&gt;They have tv advertisements, they have group websites, they send emails, they send sms...anything they could to ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened? I was working part time in a shopping complex, no lights were switched off...some people dont even know, or tried to acknowledge whats happening in the world...&lt;br /&gt;People told me only some areas did it, and had picnic with friends...&lt;br /&gt;Some turned off SOME of the lights, some dont even care...and turned on MORE lights and electrics.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the government was going to set up a rule or something to make us do it...or even to ask the electronic company to turn off all the electrics. But NO~ they dont care...people still think that "why turn off? The electronic company will still charge us anyway...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Malaysians show unity? I can tell you, multiculturel community means multi-problems....there will never be balance in rewards and punishment, there will may not be peace...or whatever balance...&lt;br /&gt;When there's politic problem between races, there will be fights.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in all of our hearts, we'll still hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love no war. But NO~ Malaysians make war no love =.="&lt;br /&gt;You CANNOT hold hands in public, you CANNOT cuddle and kiss...that is so called immanner!&lt;br /&gt;you CANNOT do this, you CANNOT do that....&lt;br /&gt;"macam mana tolong?" (how can i help you?) means MONEY MONEY COME!&lt;br /&gt;IF you have power and money, u can own Malaysia and solve problems....&lt;br /&gt;IF you DONT HAVE anything, you'll ALWAYS have problems!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS? people may ask...&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MALAYSIA...MALAYSIA BOLEH! says us...=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, is your decision...&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing personal, im just saying out what is in other people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/SANDYH%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6466359268897354148?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6466359268897354148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6466359268897354148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6466359268897354148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6466359268897354148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/60-earth-hourhow-united-is-malaysia.html' title='How &quot;united&quot; is Malaysia'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_TJroZVSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GGIEgA59NWs/s72-c/60earthhour.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7816217139110702066</id><published>2009-03-30T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:47:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what isit about...&lt;br /&gt;is something between money and family i guess....&lt;br /&gt;is not something very stunning, or funny, or interesting...&lt;br /&gt;when i watched it, my mind just popped up one word - brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it could be that way...&lt;br /&gt;just watch, and listen...u will know in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7816217139110702066?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7816217139110702066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7816217139110702066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7816217139110702066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7816217139110702066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-generation.html' title='Lost Generation'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7640928634052543109</id><published>2009-03-30T03:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:43:26.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESB-bg7hI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OeT_Rl9_bgs/s1600-h/photo+work+100+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESB-bg7hI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OeT_Rl9_bgs/s400/photo+work+100+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052460048838162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBsAmzzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YaReTyRUWuY/s1600-h/photo+work+97+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBsAmzzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YaReTyRUWuY/s400/photo+work+97+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052455104139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBWdKlYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LRB7Aa0b6CI/s1600-h/photo+work+96+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBWdKlYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LRB7Aa0b6CI/s400/photo+work+96+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052449318344066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBDxKqFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TjlVQWu7GwE/s1600-h/photo+work+94+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESBDxKqFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TjlVQWu7GwE/s400/photo+work+94+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052444301961298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQlrsqEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SN4TenAMbmY/s1600-h/photo+work+93+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQlrsqEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SN4TenAMbmY/s400/photo+work+93+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319051611592239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQaf0viI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xJKG5ZGh46U/s1600-h/photo+work+91+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQaf0viI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xJKG5ZGh46U/s400/photo+work+91+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319051608589647394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQRDOQMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n8_qLcKAJKE/s1600-h/photo+work+89+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERQRDOQMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n8_qLcKAJKE/s400/photo+work+89+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319051606053765314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERPzg1q5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oHWcBOVp9M0/s1600-h/photo+work+88+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdERPzg1q5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oHWcBOVp9M0/s400/photo+work+88+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319051598124919698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_LqzQpmCI/AAAAAAAAARY/WlJxRGmPzSM/s1600-h/photo+work+85+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_LqzQpmCI/AAAAAAAAARY/WlJxRGmPzSM/s400/photo+work+85+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318693621122832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_Lq0eMwMI/AAAAAAAAARg/4py8WyJd9e0/s1600-h/photo+work+84+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_Lq0eMwMI/AAAAAAAAARg/4py8WyJd9e0/s400/photo+work+84+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318693621448097986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_LqzVFXYI/AAAAAAAAARo/MyTaZDg3rjw/s1600-h/photo+work+83+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sc_LqzVFXYI/AAAAAAAAARo/MyTaZDg3rjw/s400/photo+work+83+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318693621141429634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may be my first outdoor model shoot...&lt;br /&gt;she has become my friend =)&lt;br /&gt;there's too much photos...and i like them all ^^&lt;br /&gt;so...just enjoy! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7640928634052543109?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7640928634052543109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7640928634052543109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7640928634052543109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7640928634052543109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-photo-works-10.html' title='MY Photo Works 10'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SdESB-bg7hI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OeT_Rl9_bgs/s72-c/photo+work+100+%28compressed%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4264212992266074325</id><published>2009-03-29T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:55:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this blog is not only about my own photos, i do upload some things from what i experienced, i saw, and heard...&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nima, introduced me to this video.&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome! Is not a short video, but please be a little patient...&lt;br /&gt;watch it and u will know...smile! =D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nima, this is for you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4264212992266074325?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4264212992266074325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4264212992266074325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4264212992266074325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4264212992266074325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/validation.html' title='Validation'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-965226695505056148</id><published>2009-03-21T17:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:30:04.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScSwHHcEWHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kDXJfNp2PGE/s1600-h/photo+work+78.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScSwHHcEWHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kDXJfNp2PGE/s400/photo+work+78.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315567096506374258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScSwG--XIJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rTIjFPZs128/s1600-h/photo+work+78+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScSwG--XIJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rTIjFPZs128/s400/photo+work+78+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315567094234292370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you like more? Non photoshop-ed or photoshop-ed?&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i like the second one...it is closer to the sunset of my dreams =)&lt;br /&gt;i've always dreamed to see a beautiful sunset infront of my eyes, and i did saw it once.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, when i was still a little girl. It was something like the photo, red...purple...blue, a little bit of yellowish sunset...&lt;br /&gt;And now, i can see it in my photos - after edited photo. =P&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="QuoteText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="QuoteText"&gt;There is 3 key things for good photography: the camera,lighting and... photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.                                                                                                                                                                                          - Tyra Banks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-965226695505056148?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/965226695505056148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=965226695505056148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/965226695505056148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/965226695505056148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-photo-works-9.html' title='MY Photo Works 9'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScSwHHcEWHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kDXJfNp2PGE/s72-c/photo+work+78.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1703793668906474969</id><published>2009-03-04T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:08:06.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5uHrD_-jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/431dMISWnMQ/s1600-h/photo+work+61+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5uHrD_-jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/431dMISWnMQ/s400/photo+work+61+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309302088814033458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8VmPNTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L9Nf-dA_8aQ/s1600-h/photo+work+62+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8VmPNTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L9Nf-dA_8aQ/s400/photo+work+62+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309301894073496882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8XYbpmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iwa1KcAdmtQ/s1600-h/photo+work+63+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8XYbpmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iwa1KcAdmtQ/s400/photo+work+63+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309301894552462946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8eBo4qI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DkPsBS7kVA4/s1600-h/photo+work+64+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8eBo4qI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DkPsBS7kVA4/s400/photo+work+64+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309301896335909538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8OFeZPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pF1YxuCgBuw/s1600-h/photo+work+65+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8OFeZPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pF1YxuCgBuw/s400/photo+work+65+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309301892057031922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8CiMZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8rt89WcnxV4/s1600-h/photo+work+74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5t8CiMZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8rt89WcnxV4/s400/photo+work+74.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309301888956262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some weird portrait photos i took around Central Market area. Weird, but interesting though....Maybe you will find something in between the photos. Enjoy!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1703793668906474969?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1703793668906474969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1703793668906474969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1703793668906474969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1703793668906474969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-photo-works-8.html' title='MY Photo Works 8'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5uHrD_-jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/431dMISWnMQ/s72-c/photo+work+61+%28compressed%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3904330137541429784</id><published>2009-03-04T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:18:00.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5wSAi6XwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fnPtGdDDup8/s1600-h/photo+work+59+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5wSAi6XwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fnPtGdDDup8/s400/photo+work+59+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309304465402781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5wR6I3x6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/6qCnqCbIhrI/s1600-h/photo+work+66+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5wR6I3x6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/6qCnqCbIhrI/s400/photo+work+66+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309304463682946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmajlh3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vJJE5Y49psg/s1600-h/photo+work+67+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmajlh3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vJJE5Y49psg/s400/photo+work+67+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309294920377665394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmc5v-gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BgI9s93sqrY/s1600-h/photo+work+70+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmc5v-gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BgI9s93sqrY/s400/photo+work+70+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309294921007495682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmUdeQFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mAjyjB8GJok/s1600-h/photo+work+73+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5nmUdeQFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mAjyjB8GJok/s400/photo+work+73+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309294918741409874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning Black and White Photography for my second semester, and i found it very helpful for me to imagine pictures with black and white. Like i know what kind of images will look good in black and white, what angle and so. I find myself like black and white photos more and more after i learned how to process my own black and white photos with film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3904330137541429784?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3904330137541429784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3904330137541429784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3904330137541429784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3904330137541429784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-photo-works-7.html' title='MY Photo Works 7'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5wSAi6XwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fnPtGdDDup8/s72-c/photo+work+59+%28compressed%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-798025702805049744</id><published>2009-03-04T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:31:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5mgy8T3fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgXw4zt_5RA/s1600-h/photo+work+37+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5mgy8T3fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgXw4zt_5RA/s400/photo+work+37+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309293724332973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUSaXw2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_RFEekzwEQU/s1600-h/photo+work+48+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUSaXw2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_RFEekzwEQU/s400/photo+work+48+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309290210907374434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUUo9gSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RWq5VLsBZHY/s1600-h/photo+work+49+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUUo9gSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RWq5VLsBZHY/s400/photo+work+49+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309290211505439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUc3uIDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/22eU3nl552I/s1600-h/photo+work+52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jUc3uIDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/22eU3nl552I/s400/photo+work+52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309290213714829362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jT1iYfoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wdiEdSHPwsI/s1600-h/photo+work+54+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jT1iYfoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wdiEdSHPwsI/s400/photo+work+54+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309290203156348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jT9aXt3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/3Udg0ywHGgo/s1600-h/photo+work+57+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5jT9aXt3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/3Udg0ywHGgo/s400/photo+work+57+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309290205270226802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few best images shot by me for my Studio and Lighting group assignment. I didn't think some of the images are that good XD too bad most of them are not chosen for the group assignment. Enjoy!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-798025702805049744?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/798025702805049744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=798025702805049744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/798025702805049744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/798025702805049744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-photo-works-6.html' title='MY Photo Works 6'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5mgy8T3fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgXw4zt_5RA/s72-c/photo+work+37+%28compressed%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7282935786525542762</id><published>2009-02-17T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:08:02.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScosoZLKfcI/AAAAAAAAARI/n2pydQRjkJI/s1600-h/photo+work+58+%28compressed%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScosoZLKfcI/AAAAAAAAARI/n2pydQRjkJI/s400/photo+work+58+%28compressed%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317111382528392642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g224FqFI/AAAAAAAAANo/XSzrPnYU4hc/s1600-h/photo+work+27+%28compressed%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g224FqFI/AAAAAAAAANo/XSzrPnYU4hc/s400/photo+work+27+%28compressed%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287506276362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g25mU5HI/AAAAAAAAANg/DjUbDwL2YgY/s1600-h/photo+work+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g25mU5HI/AAAAAAAAANg/DjUbDwL2YgY/s400/photo+work+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287507007169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2_ShnXI/AAAAAAAAANY/i4grfMisZ0g/s1600-h/photo+work+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2_ShnXI/AAAAAAAAANY/i4grfMisZ0g/s400/photo+work+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287508534730098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2nubsKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q_SvuNzQpDE/s1600-h/photo+work+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2nubsKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q_SvuNzQpDE/s400/photo+work+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287502209331362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2q7J7MI/AAAAAAAAANI/m3FS-Y-mnQs/s1600-h/photo+work+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5g2q7J7MI/AAAAAAAAANI/m3FS-Y-mnQs/s400/photo+work+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287503067999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to like black and white photographs so much because it is deep. I dont know how to explain really...just look, and maybe you will think there's a story behind. For what i know, pictures tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7282935786525542762?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7282935786525542762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7282935786525542762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7282935786525542762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7282935786525542762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-photo-works-5.html' title='MY Photo Works 5'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/ScosoZLKfcI/AAAAAAAAARI/n2pydQRjkJI/s72-c/photo+work+58+%28compressed%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5113680811145579339</id><published>2009-02-17T20:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:23:47.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5fOdhB8HI/AAAAAAAAANA/ctDp0FoIRYU/s1600-h/photo+work+14+%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5fOdhB8HI/AAAAAAAAANA/ctDp0FoIRYU/s400/photo+work+14+%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309285712762368114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5fOENCQwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5lBMVwpYSaU/s1600-h/photo+work+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5fOENCQwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5lBMVwpYSaU/s400/photo+work+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309285705967616770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eactLRZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OVvN7hcaOD4/s1600-h/photo+work+11+%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eactLRZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OVvN7hcaOD4/s400/photo+work+11+%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309284819191678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eaACE6SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OJ9Qrt1DjKo/s1600-h/photo+work+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eaACE6SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OJ9Qrt1DjKo/s400/photo+work+11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309284811494713634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eZ5YcxTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oDJvZy1dRXs/s1600-h/photo+work+7+%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eZ5YcxTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oDJvZy1dRXs/s400/photo+work+7+%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309284809709503794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eZzJN-JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nUEy-iy9LXU/s1600-h/photo+work+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5eZzJN-JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nUEy-iy9LXU/s400/photo+work+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309284808035006610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my few first edited photos using Adobe Photoshop. Although most of the time i like it to be natural and non-edited, but after learning Digital Imaging with Adobe Photoshop makes me understand we can do so much more with it to enhance the photos. Look how different the photos are before and after editing...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-5113680811145579339?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5113680811145579339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=5113680811145579339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5113680811145579339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5113680811145579339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-photo-works-4.html' title='MY Photo Works 4'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5fOdhB8HI/AAAAAAAAANA/ctDp0FoIRYU/s72-c/photo+work+14+%28edited%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7154009870452394637</id><published>2009-02-17T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:51:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5dJokJZaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FJyRU7LvYSw/s1600-h/photo+work+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5dJokJZaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FJyRU7LvYSw/s400/photo+work+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309283430805628322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5dJUVO6eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1ODHW6dshCg/s1600-h/photo+work+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5dJUVO6eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1ODHW6dshCg/s400/photo+work+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309283425374366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this two photos. It is by slight chance to get the photo so in place. Guess where did i took those photos? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7154009870452394637?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7154009870452394637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7154009870452394637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7154009870452394637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7154009870452394637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-photo-works-iii.html' title='MY Photo Works 3'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5dJokJZaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FJyRU7LvYSw/s72-c/photo+work+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-573298296605154451</id><published>2009-02-17T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:49:06.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cQAPKNXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kbJJiOhlnH8/s1600-h/photo+work+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cQAPKNXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kbJJiOhlnH8/s400/photo+work+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309282440727639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cOPgSLBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4xRH-_nWd5c/s1600-h/photo+work+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cOPgSLBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4xRH-_nWd5c/s400/photo+work+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309282410466257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cN87EMcI/AAAAAAAAALw/VnifDx6vKlg/s1600-h/photo+work+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cN87EMcI/AAAAAAAAALw/VnifDx6vKlg/s400/photo+work+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309282405478314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some portrait photos i shot, and I like the way they look another side instead looking at the camera. Maybe i just wanna show the emo side of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-573298296605154451?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/573298296605154451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=573298296605154451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/573298296605154451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/573298296605154451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-portrait-photos-i-shot-and-i-like.html' title='MY Photo Works 2'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5cQAPKNXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kbJJiOhlnH8/s72-c/photo+work+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4875997030209822684</id><published>2009-02-16T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:45:15.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Photo Works 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTysegSI/AAAAAAAAALo/M6Amr8suZCs/s1600-h/photo+work+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTysegSI/AAAAAAAAALo/M6Amr8suZCs/s400/photo+work+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309281406300356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTvzbIZI/AAAAAAAAALg/EoIHQmdszXI/s1600-h/photo+work+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTvzbIZI/AAAAAAAAALg/EoIHQmdszXI/s400/photo+work+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309281405524189586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTcpbBvI/AAAAAAAAALY/7UCVvTU1A1E/s1600-h/photo+work+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTcpbBvI/AAAAAAAAALY/7UCVvTU1A1E/s400/photo+work+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309281400381966066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTYaHgaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-ITmz1hzHsE/s1600-h/photo+work+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTYaHgaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-ITmz1hzHsE/s400/photo+work+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309281399244030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5aWYK3LVI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lfqlbx7ZvEM/s1600-h/photo+work+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5aWYK3LVI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lfqlbx7ZvEM/s400/photo+work+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309280351208025426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my first few photo works i shot while i just started studying Diploma in Photography. I used a Panasonic Semi-SLR FZ2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is real, everything here is not edited. Everything just fell in to place and i managed to catch the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-4875997030209822684?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4875997030209822684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=4875997030209822684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4875997030209822684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/4875997030209822684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-few-phot0-works.html' title='MY Photo Works 1'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/Sa5bTysegSI/AAAAAAAAALo/M6Amr8suZCs/s72-c/photo+work+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-6182649457649191636</id><published>2008-12-17T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:26:51.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>短篇故事 - 蛋糕的奇跡 IV</title><content type='html'>這時候....！竟然殺出一輛急速飛飆的車！&lt;br /&gt;“月.....！小心！月！！” 樂正傑大聲地喊。&lt;br /&gt;可是車輛經過的引擊聲蓋過了樂正傑的聲音....&lt;br /&gt;“咦~~~~~~~~~~砰！”&lt;br /&gt;“月！！！！” 樂正傑立刻跑過去....&lt;br /&gt;賞明月昏倒了！不但這樣...下體還流血了！&lt;br /&gt;“怎麽辦？怎麽辦？！” 路人喊着...&lt;br /&gt;“叫救傷車！快！快叫！！” 樂正傑邊抱起賞明月邊喊。&lt;br /&gt;可是已來不及等救傷車了！樂正傑只好抱着昏迷的賞明月去最近的醫院。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“醫生！醫生！救命！” 樂正傑到了醫院。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽事？！傷者有了身孕？幾個月？！” 醫生緊急地問道。&lt;br /&gt;“我老婆被車撞了！她有了八個月！請您無論如何保住我老婆的性命！”&lt;br /&gt;“我們會盡量的！請在外等！” 護士們說道...&lt;br /&gt;而且把樂正傑退出去急症室外等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個鐘頭.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩個鐘頭........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三個鐘頭...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四個鐘頭..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五個鐘頭..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑等了好久，心想，“怎麽這麽久？！”&lt;br /&gt;“老婆不要有事....老婆你一定要撐住！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醫生終于出來了！&lt;br /&gt;“先生，您的嬰兒順利產生了...”&lt;br /&gt;“那我老婆呢？” 樂正傑好奇爲什麽醫生沒提到。&lt;br /&gt;“對不起，您太太的意志力不夠強...”&lt;br /&gt;“我們原本救醒她了，但生了孩子后...就.....”&lt;br /&gt;“對不起，我們確實盡力了....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑頓時呆住了...&lt;br /&gt;他沒辦法接受賞明月走了....&lt;br /&gt;他走到嬰兒房，看着自己的孩子...&lt;br /&gt;自言自語：“月...你看我們的孩子....好漂亮......是個女兒哦....”&lt;br /&gt;“我們取個名字給她好不好？”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑邊說邊流淚....他無法接受...&lt;br /&gt;他們也還沒替孩子取名字......&lt;br /&gt;又自言自語：“月...樂正....思月....代表...我會永遠思念你...月....”&lt;br /&gt;有人說，當一個人受太大的打擊時，就連心也沒辦法符合時...&lt;br /&gt;想大聲哭，也哭不出來....也許，樂正傑就是吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福的生活，真的不能長久嗎？&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑帶着孩子...到了賞明月的墳前....&lt;br /&gt;想不到，孩子還沒被媽媽抱，就得說再見了.....&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑作為父親，他就得堅強起來。&lt;br /&gt;他忍着不哭，還笑着對墳前的賞明月說...&lt;br /&gt;“月，謝謝你...不讓我孤單，至少...有思月陪伴着我...”&lt;br /&gt;說完了，他就走了....以後，也只有思月陪伴他了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年復一年，樂正思月開始長大了...樂正傑也老了。&lt;br /&gt;自從賞明月走了，樂正傑再也沒辦法作出有愛的感覺的蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;但最近，似乎變了呢.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“爸爸！這樣對嗎？？” 樂正思月正學着弄蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...對丫！思月，你越大越像你媽了...（笑）” 樂正傑慢慢地說。&lt;br /&gt;“爸，媽媽也會弄蛋糕嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;“會呀...她還能弄出有愛的感覺的蛋糕呢！”&lt;br /&gt;“噢？怎樣弄啊？要加些什麽？？” 樂正思月好奇的問。&lt;br /&gt;“嘿...只要自己付出滿滿的愛心，就能弄出有愛的感覺的蛋糕哦...”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑說完了，停了一下。&lt;br /&gt;他想起，賞明月那時候吃了那綠茶蛋糕，微笑的時候....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過了二十年，樂正傑也退休了...只是偶爾去店鋪看看樂正思月。&lt;br /&gt;就在他四十七嵗生日時，他到了店鋪。&lt;br /&gt;“思月，見你管理店鋪那麽好...”&lt;br /&gt;“弄蛋糕也進步了很多，我都安心了。” 年老的樂正傑說。&lt;br /&gt;“爸爸！都因爲你教得好咩！”&lt;br /&gt;“來坐下！我弄了生日蛋糕給你哦！” 這年少的樂正思月說。&lt;br /&gt;“我都快五十了，還吃生日蛋糕？？”&lt;br /&gt;“就試試我弄的嘛！你都沒嘗過...” 孩子氣的樂正思月說。&lt;br /&gt;“呐...這是我特別弄給你的綠茶蛋糕哦！蛋糕裏有滿滿的愛喲！（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑心想，“月的笑容遺傳了給思月...”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑一口一口吃，想起當年認識賞明月的時候....&lt;br /&gt;當時的心情，依然存在...當時賞明月吃蛋糕的樣子，樂正傑還牢牢記得。&lt;br /&gt;他又心想，“咦？這孩子真的很用心弄呢...”&lt;br /&gt;“月？這孩子像你一樣，讓我吃出愛的感覺啊...（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樂正思月見爸爸吃得那麽開心，一定是想起媽媽...所以沒有打擾。&lt;br /&gt;她忙着忙着，突然覺得奇怪...怎麽爸爸靜靜的坐那麽久？&lt;br /&gt;都沒稱讚樂正思月弄蛋糕的技術...&lt;br /&gt;於是她走過去叫爸爸...&lt;br /&gt;“爸？（她摸着爸爸的手）”&lt;br /&gt;她心想，“怎麽那麽冷？！難道爸爸.....！”&lt;br /&gt;“爸？爸爸.....！！爸爸！！”&lt;br /&gt;樂正思月怎麽叫，爸爸也沒醒過來....&lt;br /&gt;到底是爲什麽？爸爸那麽快就去世！丟掉樂正思月一個人！&lt;br /&gt;就算樂正思月帶爸爸到醫院，也救不回。&lt;br /&gt;醫生只說：“他並沒有什麽病痛，他是自然的走了...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樂正思月哭了好久，也想了好久...爲什麽爸爸那麽早就離開。&lt;br /&gt;她又心想，“也許...爸爸見到媽媽了...他們在聚在天堂了...”&lt;br /&gt;就這樣，她只能相信這個理由...繼續好好活下去，好好打理蛋糕店。&lt;br /&gt;後來，她還改了店鋪的名字，叫做《愛之蛋糕店》。&lt;br /&gt;因爲她覺得這是爸媽相愛的地方，也是讓人吃蛋糕吃出愛的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（如果你相信有天堂的話）&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑當天真的見到賞明月，來接他上天堂...&lt;br /&gt;之後，還一直守護着他們的寶貝 - 樂正思月。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------終------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-6182649457649191636?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6182649457649191636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=6182649457649191636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/6182649457649191636'/><link 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/&gt;他們選擇了在聖誕節舉行婚禮...&lt;br /&gt;（其實當賞明月第一眼看見樂正傑時，就覺得好像聖誕節。嘻嘻！）&lt;br /&gt;他們在當地的教堂裏結婚。（樂正傑是基督教徒！拍謝！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這一個普通的二十人婚禮，&lt;br /&gt;卻因新郎新娘而變得特別浪漫。&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑穿着一套白色西裝，賞明月穿着樂正傑為她設計的婚紗....&lt;br /&gt;“樂正傑，你願意娶賞明月爲妻嗎？” 神父問道。&lt;br /&gt;“我願意。”&lt;br /&gt;“賞明月，那你願意嫁樂正傑爲夫嗎？” 神父又問。&lt;br /&gt;“我願意...（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;“我正式宣佈你們為夫妻，請交換戒指、雙方親吻為承諾。” 神父說道。&lt;br /&gt;兩人的愛，就在當天認定了是對方的終生伴侶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（如果你相信有愛神）&lt;br /&gt;當天丘比特就射了兩把 “一生一世愛” 箭在他們身上。嘻嘻！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雖然他們沒去什麽地方度蜜月，但他們很開心的度過新婚之日。&lt;br /&gt;“月，對不起...我沒辦法帶你去度蜜月...”&lt;br /&gt;“沒關係，只要傑在我身邊，在哪裏都無所謂（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑超愛的笑臉又出現了！樂正傑就覺得他的生命是完美的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾個月后，能讓這對鴛鴦生命更完美的是什麽？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“傑....” 賞明月撒嬌的叫他。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽事呀寶貝老婆？”&lt;br /&gt;“你...喜歡寶貝嗎？” 賞明月吞吞吐吐...&lt;br /&gt;“不喜歡！是愛！（笑）我當然愛寶貝咯！” 樂正傑好像會錯意了。&lt;br /&gt;“不是啦...我意思是...baby...”&lt;br /&gt;“啊？你...你有了？那麽快！”&lt;br /&gt;“呀...就知道你會不喜歡！”&lt;br /&gt;“當然不是啦傻瓜！這是我們愛的結晶品耶！當然喜歡咯！”&lt;br /&gt;“只是沒想到那麽快...要做準備的啊！” 樂正傑很驚喜很高興的說。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽準備？？” 第一次當媽媽，不知所措的傻瓜。&lt;br /&gt;“儲錢買奶粉、嬰兒床、嬰兒衣服、鞋、襪、手套....等等等等！”&lt;br /&gt;“你這傻瓜，不用擔心錢的問題當然不懂咯...”&lt;br /&gt;賞明月就哄樂正傑說：“呀...我有你就什麽都搞定咯！（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;哎呀，樂正傑又抵擋不住那笑容...陶醉在當中了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自從賞明月肚子越來越大之後，樂正傑就不讓她去店裏幫忙了。&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑擔心她，所以要她在家多休息。&lt;br /&gt;但就算賞明月裏有個八個月的寶貝，這壞蛋的性格...又怎麽會聼呢？&lt;br /&gt;賞明月對着孩子說：“好悶哦！（摸摸肚子）寶貝！”&lt;br /&gt;“不如我們去看你爸爸工作的樣子好嗎？爸爸專心時很迷人的喲！”&lt;br /&gt;賞明月肚子裏的寶貝似乎踢了踢媽媽的肚子，表示同意。&lt;br /&gt;“好！那走嘍！” 賞明月立刻拿個手提袋就出門了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雖然家離店不遠，但肚子裏多了一個生命，走路都辛苦許多。&lt;br /&gt;賞明月幾經辛苦到了店的對面路。&lt;br /&gt;她還揮手向他老公樂正傑打招呼....&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑在蛋糕室裏弄蛋糕，但不知是什麽感覺，讓他轉頭望。&lt;br /&gt;一望就看見賞明月！十分擔心的樂正傑，立即出去接她...&lt;br /&gt;但馬路上那麽多車經過，等也要等個十分鈡。&lt;br /&gt;可是賞明月竟然眼裏只有樂正傑！不顧一切的走前去！&lt;br /&gt;這時候......！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2314392583602215027?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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樂正傑又喊...還邊喊邊跑進廁所。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽啦！又喊什麽？喂！跑去哪裏啊你！”&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...沒什麽啦！我...我....不想你見到我這個樣子！” 樂正傑從廁所裏喊。&lt;br /&gt;“不想我見到什麽呀？” 賞明月若無其事的問。&lt;br /&gt;“不想......不想....不想你看到我只穿底褲啦！”&lt;br /&gt;“哈哈哈哈....！” 賞明月才想到，原來樂正傑那麽可愛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等樂正傑穿了褲子出來后...&lt;br /&gt;他看見賞明月正幫他收拾家裏。&lt;br /&gt;“你家好亂哦！男子真是男子....” 賞明月邊收拾邊說。&lt;br /&gt;而且還拉樂正傑躺下，幫他看病。&lt;br /&gt;“喂，你幹嘛？”&lt;br /&gt;賞明月沒理樂正傑，問道：“什麽病呀你？那麽多天都沒去工作...”&lt;br /&gt;“發燒呀！而且....不想被少女們騷擾。”&lt;br /&gt;“哦...那我呢？” 賞明月害羞的問。&lt;br /&gt;“你不同！我很想見你的！只是...我真的病了。” 樂正傑大聲地強調。&lt;br /&gt;兩個人靜靜的，害羞着....&lt;br /&gt;“嗯....傑？上次你問的問題....你要知道答案嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...如果你不想...就不用答了。”  樂正傑有點失落。&lt;br /&gt;“可是...我和我的男朋友說清楚了耶....”&lt;br /&gt;“説清楚什麽？” 樂正傑這笨蛋問道。&lt;br /&gt;“我們...分手了呀...”&lt;br /&gt;“你...你是說...你分手了，要和我一起？”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑看着賞明月，賞明月害羞的點了點頭.....&lt;br /&gt;“耶！耶！好開心哦！你肯當我女朋友！” 樂正傑忘記他在病，又蹦蹦跳跳。&lt;br /&gt;結果，又昏倒了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起身時，他聞到很香的味道...&lt;br /&gt;是好懷念的味道！&lt;br /&gt;就像媽媽在他小時候病時，煮粥給他吃....&lt;br /&gt;哦，不是媽媽...而是賞明月。&lt;br /&gt;雖然是淡淡的粥，但賞明月煮的特別甜。&lt;br /&gt;是樂正傑從心裏甜起來。&lt;br /&gt;他常常弄出讓人感覺到愛的蛋糕，但卻從未自己吃過。&lt;br /&gt;原來，用愛心弄出的食物，是那麽甜！而且有愛的感覺！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就這樣，樂正傑和賞明月在一起了。&lt;br /&gt;賞明月假期時，還會到店裏幫忙。&lt;br /&gt;妒嫉的少女們越來越少出現，而他們倆就越來越甜蜜。&lt;br /&gt;不但如此，賞明月還學會了做蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;兩人做出來的蛋糕，更讓人感覺到愛！&lt;br /&gt;店的生意日漸日漸好，而他們不知不覺也在一起五年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;賞明月畢業后就一直在幫忙店裏的生意，&lt;br /&gt;而樂正傑也可以專心的弄蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;在這第五年的拍拖周年紀念日，他們都覺得應該讓他們的愛升華了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個晚上，樂正傑弄了第一次認識賞明月吃的蛋糕 - 綠茶蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;“月，還記得這款蛋糕嗎？（笑）” 樂正傑問道。&lt;br /&gt;“當然記得咯，是你第一次見到我時弄給我的...” 賞明月輕聲細語地說。&lt;br /&gt;“你知道嗎？其實那時候，我已經對你一見鍾情...”&lt;br /&gt;“當你對我笑時，我就決定了...要擁有那笑容。”&lt;br /&gt;“所以我用盡辦法逗你笑...因爲，你笑得很美...你懂嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;但是，樂正傑只見賞明月默默不出聲，害羞的吃着蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃下吃下，賞明月突然咬到一樣硬硬的東西...&lt;br /&gt;她心想，“是什麽呢？不可能是骨呀...” 不禁吐出來看。&lt;br /&gt;“是戒指！” 賞明月驚喜得說不出話來。&lt;br /&gt;“（笑）月，你...願意與我共度一生嗎？讓我照顧你一輩子...”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑拿起戒指跪着向賞明月求婚。&lt;br /&gt;“怎麽好像電視劇劇情呀！嗚嗚...”&lt;br /&gt;“傻瓜，哭什麽呢？那你喜歡我這樣嗎？” 樂正傑又耍賞明月。&lt;br /&gt;“人家開心嘛！嗚嗚...喜歡...”&lt;br /&gt;“那你願意嫁給我嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;“嗚嗚...我願意！（緊抱）”&lt;br /&gt;那晚，傻瓜賞明月樂極而泣...而樂正傑就得陪她整晚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3430868833867314425?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3430868833867314425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3430868833867314425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3430868833867314425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3430868833867314425'/><link 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/&gt;眼看大多都是些年輕少女圍繞着蛋糕製作過程。&lt;br /&gt;但望的，並不是蛋糕...而是那蛋糕師傅。&lt;br /&gt;眼睛大大，鼻子高高，嘴唇剛好的厚度...&lt;br /&gt;體形高，標準身材，笑容滿面...散發出來的電力簡直是無懈可擊！&lt;br /&gt;這是每個少女都追求的白馬王子 - 樂正傑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“客人們！請不要騷擾我們師傅製作蛋糕！”&lt;br /&gt;“待會兒他會親自出來感謝大家！” 那工作人員又喊着...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哇！好帥喔！帥哥！能與我交往嗎？我愛你！”&lt;br /&gt;“他是我的！帥哥！與我結婚吧！愛死你！”&lt;br /&gt;“什麽你的你的！沒你們份啦！是我的！”&lt;br /&gt;“癡心妄想！是我的！”&lt;br /&gt;“我的！！”&lt;br /&gt;各種各樣的女生爭吵着...場面一陣混亂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“各位客人！請你們冷靜....” 樂正傑斯文的說。&lt;br /&gt;店裏突然靜止......&lt;br /&gt;“我很謝謝大家的厚愛！不過，我已經心有所屬了。”&lt;br /&gt;“但望大家還是會支持我店的蛋糕！謝謝！（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;當場全部女生都似乎只陶醉在他的笑容，&lt;br /&gt;把剛剛樂正傑說的話抛諸腦后了...&lt;br /&gt;只是又不斷的騷擾樂正傑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;整天被女生纏繞的時候終于結束了！（因爲都是學生女，不能太遲回家）&lt;br /&gt;店裏只剩下幾位年長的客人，只有樂正傑一個人便製作蛋糕便招待客人。&lt;br /&gt;“請問客人要些什麽？” 樂正傑正在招待客人。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...給我一塊巧克力蛋糕，加一杯冷咖啡...”&lt;br /&gt;“好的，請稍等。” 樂正傑回道，就立刻去辦。&lt;br /&gt;他一邊準備，一邊觀察...眼見所有客人都吃得津津有味。&lt;br /&gt;“咦？” 樂正傑心想...“怎麽有一位年輕女生獨自一人坐在一旁呢？”&lt;br /&gt;他看到這個樣冒平凡，吃着蛋糕的女生，並沒有快樂的心情湧然。&lt;br /&gt;侍候了客人就走去女生的座位...&lt;br /&gt;問道：“請問這位客人，是否蛋糕出了問題？不好吃嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;女生擡起頭，眼眶紅紅的...樂正傑才看見...&lt;br /&gt;女生就回復：“啊？哦...不....不是...很好吃.....”&lt;br /&gt;“哈？不是很好吃？！那我立刻為您準備過！” 樂正傑故意說...&lt;br /&gt;“不...不是！我說很好吃...只是.....” 女生猶豫着。&lt;br /&gt;“那，是不合你的口味？請稍等，我為您準備一份特別的蛋糕。”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑說完就立刻去辦。女生想說不用，也太遲了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等了不知多久，關店的時間也快到了...&lt;br /&gt;女生看看周圍，只剩下她一人...原本她也想走了。&lt;br /&gt;正好，樂正傑就端着蛋糕出來了。&lt;br /&gt;“對不起，久等了...其實，是想等其他客人走先。”&lt;br /&gt;女生以爲樂正傑不懷好意，想逃...&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑就說：“因爲這款是特別為您製作，並沒有在店裏售賣。（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑就得意洋洋的拉女生坐下，讓她品嘗蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;女生只好吃...“嗯？是綠茶口味？可是...有不同的滋味...”&lt;br /&gt;“噢？原來是個評語專家！” 樂正傑開玩笑說。&lt;br /&gt;眼見女生稍微笑一下，他就坐下來，面對着女生。&lt;br /&gt;女生覺得奇怪，但並沒有說什麽。&lt;br /&gt;“店已關了，能以一個男子跟你説話嗎？” 樂正傑問道。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯......你想怎樣？？” 女生怕怕的問。&lt;br /&gt;“沒什麽啦！我叫樂正傑！今年二十嵗。你呢？”&lt;br /&gt;“哦....我叫賞明月...今年高中二...” 女生回答。&lt;br /&gt;“噢？那是十八嵗咯？” 樂正傑開心的問。&lt;br /&gt;“是啊...” 賞明月一邊吃蛋糕，一邊答。&lt;br /&gt;不知不覺賞明月很快吃完了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“其實這蛋糕沒什麽特別製作...只是唬弄而已！嘿嘿！”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑不好意思的坦白說，而且想引賞明月説話。&lt;br /&gt;“你很喜歡綠茶蛋糕嗎？” 樂正傑又好奇的問。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯，蠻喜歡的...因爲，有種在喝綠茶的感覺...”&lt;br /&gt;賞明月已放下防備和樂正傑聊天。&lt;br /&gt;“哦~那你沒有感覺到愛嗎？人人都說吃了我的蛋糕會有愛的感覺哦！”&lt;br /&gt;“沒有....也許......是我自己的關係....”&lt;br /&gt;“有什麽事嗎？能和我分享嗎？？（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;“哦？哦...只是....和男朋友出了問題....”&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑眼見賞明月突然傷心起來，也不是很願與人分享。&lt;br /&gt;所以之後他也沒多問，賞明月也就自己先回家了。&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑就收拾好關店后，也回家了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過了很久，還是有很多年輕少女在中午時候圍繞着樂正傑。&lt;br /&gt;但樂正傑心裏只想着那天那個悲傷的女生 - 賞明月。&lt;br /&gt;他每一天，都特地出來應酬那班少女。&lt;br /&gt;但為的只是在人群中找出賞明月，或看看她是否會從店門口近來。&lt;br /&gt;而且還每天等到過了關店時間...可是賞明月都沒出現過。&lt;br /&gt;雖然樂正傑的蛋糕並沒有走味，但就沒有讓人吃出愛的感覺了。&lt;br /&gt;他的蛋糕店，只剩下一般喜歡吃蛋糕的客人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一晚，樂正傑像平常一樣一個人工作...&lt;br /&gt;就在當樂正傑站在店鋪前時，賞明月終于出現了！&lt;br /&gt;賞明月進來時，只對樂正傑微笑了一下...&lt;br /&gt;就坐在同一個地方。&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑快樂起來！不知爲何之後弄出來的蛋糕都讓人有愛的感覺了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就這樣，忙碌了一個晚上，終于到了關店時間。&lt;br /&gt;而賞明月也等了整個晚上。&lt;br /&gt;同樣的，樂正傑又弄了不同款的蛋糕給賞明月品嘗。&lt;br /&gt;“怎樣？怎樣？好吃嗎？” 樂正傑得意的問。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...這次是草莓口味哦...但，你到底加了什麽呢？”&lt;br /&gt;“噢？？？” 樂正傑好奇的問。&lt;br /&gt;“每次吃，都是不同的滋味...是加了什麽？” 賞明月問道。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯....是愛的滋味呀！嘻嘻...（笑）”&lt;br /&gt;賞明月聽到雖然好奇，但也害羞起來...臉紅得像草莓一樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們那晚談了好久...直到賞明月過完回家限定的時間。&lt;br /&gt;“啊！那麽夜了！我該走了！不然家人會罵哦...” 賞明月很趕時間。&lt;br /&gt;“等....等一下！” 樂正傑吞吞吐吐....&lt;br /&gt;“嗯？做麽？”&lt;br /&gt;“你.....你..........”&lt;br /&gt;“什麽呀？我趕時間...快說！”&lt;br /&gt;“你能做我女朋友嗎？！我會好好珍惜你的！” 樂正傑很怕丑，一口氣問了！&lt;br /&gt;“.......讓我....考慮一下....（笑）拜拜！” 賞明月說完就走了。&lt;br /&gt;樂正傑看見賞明月的笑容，就快樂得像要飛起來一樣！&lt;br /&gt;蹦蹦跳跳...整晚都在蛋糕製作室裏弄蛋糕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3985263143972628510?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3985263143972628510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5238274798833477006</id><published>2008-12-14T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:21:15.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>短篇故事 - 前世今生 III</title><content type='html'>逐漸逐漸，蕭遙不再想夏喬君像喬繪夢。&lt;br /&gt;自從他們一起后，蕭遙發覺夏喬君和喬繪夢的性格一點也不像。&lt;br /&gt;而就算夏喬君有不長之処，蕭遙也不介意，仍然很愛她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們，一起度過了情人節...一起度過聖誕。&lt;br /&gt;還有他們各自的生日....&lt;br /&gt;他們把對方介紹給他們的朋友認識，認定了他們的關係。&lt;br /&gt;朋友們都很開心，他們終于抛開過去，在一起了。&lt;br /&gt;但人算不如天算，好景不長....&lt;br /&gt;這個蕭遙，其實還有人從不所知的一面。&lt;br /&gt;平常看起來很活潑的蕭遙，竟然是患有心疾病。&lt;br /&gt;他常常因運動不夠，心跳沒辦法正常跳動。&lt;br /&gt;也許會很慢很慢，不知覺得就停止跳動。&lt;br /&gt;也許會很快很快，快到一個地步心沒辦法符合而停止跳動。&lt;br /&gt;還有一個可能性，就是一激動心就會好像抽筋一樣，沒辦法跳動而停止呢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就這一天，他們兩個人竟然吵架。&lt;br /&gt;爲了一點瑣碎事而吵....什麽事？&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙得搬新家，是隔夏喬君家很遠的地方。&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君因爲不願常見不到蕭遙德關係而怕...&lt;br /&gt;但卻一怕，就會喊...一喊，就變成吵。&lt;br /&gt;雖然蕭遙沒有那個意思，但他變得執著，所以也不禁和夏喬君鬥起來。&lt;br /&gt;兩人在電話裏吵了很久，突然閒...靜了。&lt;br /&gt;“喂....喂！爲什麽不答我？！不想跟我講話了是嗎？！”&lt;br /&gt;“喂....討厭！” 夏喬君生氣的問蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;“叩....嘟嘟嘟.......” 電話蓋了。&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君心想，“厚！死人頭！竟然蓋我電話！不理他了！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隔了一下，夏喬君覺得越來越不對經...&lt;br /&gt;又心想，“他怎麽可能會蓋我電話？會不會發生了什麽事...？”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君決定撥電話給蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;“怎麽沒接呢？” 夏喬君問自己...&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君識了幾次，都沒人聼...她開始擔心起來。&lt;br /&gt;“怎麽辦，怎麽辦...沒人聼！怎麽找他呢....又沒有他朋友電話號碼呀！”&lt;br /&gt;“沒辦法了，只好撥多幾次...” 她呢喃着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終于識了很多次之後，蕭遙撥電話回來了！&lt;br /&gt;“喂.......” 蕭遙先說。&lt;br /&gt;“你怎麽啦？怎麽突然蓋我電話之後就沒接呀！笨蛋！”&lt;br /&gt;“傻瓜.....我沒事了.....” 蕭遙笑一笑說。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽沒事啊？你發生了什麽事呀？” 夏喬君問。&lt;br /&gt;“沒，我...有心疾病，不能激動....剛暈了...”&lt;br /&gt;“幸虧沒事，不然....不能和你一起了。” 蕭遙斷氣的對夏喬君說。&lt;br /&gt;“你這笨蛋！怎麽都沒說過！討厭你！”&lt;br /&gt;“嗚嗚嗚嗚....不准丟下我啊！” 夏喬君哭哭啼啼。&lt;br /&gt;“傻瓜...我們別吵了，我雖然要搬新家，但我們還可以見面啊...”&lt;br /&gt;“哦.....可是我要你出現就要出現的哦！” 夏喬君撒嬌的向蕭遙說。&lt;br /&gt;“好啦好啦....不管用什麽方法都讓你看到我咯....”&lt;br /&gt;“嗯....！” 兩個人開心了....&lt;br /&gt;“傻瓜....” 蕭遙叫夏喬君。“哈？” 夏喬君呆呆的回復。&lt;br /&gt;“我愛你...” 蕭遙輕聲小氣說。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯....我-也-愛-你！” 夏喬君可愛的回答蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是一波未平，一波又起。&lt;br /&gt;以爲他們兩個終于可以好好的一起生活。&lt;br /&gt;但蕭遙卻聽到一個很久沒聼的聲音。&lt;br /&gt;“喂...” 是白戈文撥電話來。&lt;br /&gt;“師傅....！你好嗎？找我什麽事呢？” 蕭遙好奇的問。&lt;br /&gt;“我想你幫我再跑一次...”&lt;br /&gt;“什麽？師傅...不能，我已經退出了。”&lt;br /&gt;“就一次而已，就當是爲了我訓練你的代價。”&lt;br /&gt;“那好，就只有這一次...之後就無拖無欠？”&lt;br /&gt;“是...” 白戈文嚴肅地回答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當天晚上，白戈文就去接蕭遙了。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙拿到用來跑的車...是輛法拉利。&lt;br /&gt;“只要你跑贏這一場，從此我就不再煩你。” 白戈文看着蕭遙答應。&lt;br /&gt;“好，那你幫我做一件事。如果我有什麽事，替我撥電話給我女朋友。”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙猶豫地說....爲什麽會這樣說？會發生些什麽事？&lt;br /&gt;其實他已經心裏有數....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“三，二，一.....開始！”&lt;br /&gt;跑了....白戈文不像平時在車裏陪着蕭遙，只是站在路旁看。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文準備撥電話給蕭遙的女朋友....&lt;br /&gt;“咦~~~~~砰！” 什麽！又是車惹的禍？！&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙撞車了！怎麽會這樣？！&lt;br /&gt;車都撞得快扁了！還冒煙....&lt;br /&gt;人命要緊！路人都趕快撥911....&lt;br /&gt;白戈文呢？！他....他撥了電話給夏喬君。&lt;br /&gt;“喂？寶貝！” 夏喬君以爲是蕭遙，撒嬌的說。&lt;br /&gt;“喂，你是蕭遙的女朋友？” 白戈文嚴肅的問。&lt;br /&gt;“啊...？對...你是...？” 夏喬君奇怪的問道...&lt;br /&gt;還心想，“怎麽不是遙呢？這是誰呢...怎麽拿着他的電話？”&lt;br /&gt;回神過來，她已呆住了...&lt;br /&gt;“蕭遙他撞車，進了醫院...你趕快去吧！”&lt;br /&gt;“叩....嘟嘟嘟.....”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君還沒來得及問他是誰就蓋電話了。&lt;br /&gt;這不重要！重要的是立刻去找蕭遙！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“護士小姐，請問撞車的病人蕭遙在哪裏？”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君一到醫院趕緊的問。&lt;br /&gt;“哦，他還在急症室！”&lt;br /&gt;白戈文也在場...眼看夏喬君擔心的樣子，又不忍心...&lt;br /&gt;走過去說：“他不會有事的...”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君覺得這聲音剛剛好像聼過...&lt;br /&gt;就問：“你到底是誰？爲什麽要的電話在你手裏？”&lt;br /&gt;白戈文頓了一下...&lt;br /&gt;說：“我是他的師傅，我教他跑車。他今天，本來是去跑車的...”&lt;br /&gt;“那爲什麽電話在你手裏？” 夏喬君不甘心的問。&lt;br /&gt;“是他交給我的...他說有什麽事撥電話給你。”&lt;br /&gt;“什麽意思？難道他知道他一定會有事？” 夏喬君再問。&lt;br /&gt;“我不懂....也許....” 白戈文開始擔心。&lt;br /&gt;心裏還想，“也許...他早已知道那輛車是不能跑的，知道我是害他的...”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君很激動的再問：“什麽也許？！”&lt;br /&gt;“人怎麽可能會預先知道自己出事！你說！說啊！”&lt;br /&gt;“是！是我害他的！他竟然爲了一個女人而退出！”&lt;br /&gt;“枉費我對他一番栽培！他不配！”&lt;br /&gt;“他不能承受我的跑車生命，”&lt;br /&gt;“我就要他沒辦法把技術承受給別人！” 白戈文一口說完。&lt;br /&gt;“什麽！你什麽人啊！爲什麽你會有資格奪走他的生命！”&lt;br /&gt;“你難道沒有愛人嗎？！我們非常相愛！還打算一起度過一生！”&lt;br /&gt;“你害了他！是你....害人精！”&lt;br /&gt;“爲什麽....！爲什麽.......” 夏喬君邊哭邊生氣的罵道。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文只站在那讓夏喬君罵，想起自己和尚又不是有愛人，&lt;br /&gt;又想要一起過一輩子的人....他後悔了.....但已經太遲了.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醫生出來了....“病人沒有生命危險了...但是....”&lt;br /&gt;兩人等不及答案....“什麽？什麽你說呀！”&lt;br /&gt;“但是，很有可能變成植物人...喚醒的可能性只有十巴仙。” 醫生說了就走。&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君哭喊着：“遙....爲什麽....既然知道，爲什麽還要去做！”&lt;br /&gt;“爲什麽要丟下我....嗚嗚....”&lt;br /&gt;“對不起，我會幫你們負擔所有經費....” 白戈文慚愧的答應。&lt;br /&gt;“別假惺惺！有錢不是萬能！”&lt;br /&gt;“是你！是你害了遙....你做什麽都彌補不回！” 夏喬君哭着說....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白戈文就這樣走了....從那天后，夏喬君沒再見過他。&lt;br /&gt;但的確，所以經費都白戈文承擔。&lt;br /&gt;可是蕭遙，一直沒有醒來....&lt;br /&gt;而夏喬君也沒再找其他人......&lt;br /&gt;就只是每天到醫院去照顧他，跟他說説話....&lt;br /&gt;雖然蕭遙他沒回復，但至少他們心是相愛的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------終------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-4025858023387622611</id><published>2008-12-13T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:56:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>短篇故事 - 前世今生 II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;前世 - 白劍詞&lt;br /&gt;今生 - 白戈文&lt;br /&gt;前世 - 蕭浩淩&lt;br /&gt;今生 - 蕭遙&lt;br /&gt;前世 - 喬慧&lt;br /&gt;今生 - 喬繪夢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新角色 - 夏喬君&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果您相信輪回轉世，故事就會這樣...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白戈文；白，乃清白；戈文，是善於討伐，視爲利器。&lt;br /&gt;前生意剑，今生以戈，前生思词，今生略文。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文，世于富有家庭。&lt;br /&gt;他有財有勢，喜歡跑車。&lt;br /&gt;他已四十多嵗，還沒結婚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙；蕭，乃簫；遙，乃逍遙自在。&lt;br /&gt;他善於樂器，喜歡一個人自由自在。因爲自在，所以朋友都愛他。&lt;br /&gt;他生于一個普通家庭，從小就是個搗蛋鬼。&lt;br /&gt;但他天生聰明，從小成績就很好，受人愛戴。&lt;br /&gt;他如今只是二十嵗，仍然單身。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20XX年 - 這個時代，年輕人都愛冒險。&lt;br /&gt;就在這一天，蕭遙被朋友帶到一個非法跑車賽。&lt;br /&gt;他們眼看那麽多厲害的車手，他們也好羡慕。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙說：“好厲害...如果我也能像他們就好了。”&lt;br /&gt;站在一旁的白戈文聽見，就對蕭遙問道：“你要學嗎？我教你...”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙當然一口答應嘍！就這樣，這兩人因前世淵源而今生變成了師徒關係。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日子久了，蕭遙也承受了白戈文的跑車技術。&lt;br /&gt;但蕭遙並沒有把功課荒廢，只是每個晚上都偷偷的去跑車。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文見蕭遙那麽勤奮，決定認他做乾兒子。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文不但帶他去跑車，還帶他去見見世面，&lt;br /&gt;幫他跟黑白兩道打好關係。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙不但是個長贏跑車手，而且還是白戈文的好打手。&lt;br /&gt;這是蕭遙，為人不知的一面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，年輕人不但愛冒險，還愛開派對呢！&lt;br /&gt;所以，就這樣蕭遙去了......&lt;br /&gt;他看見一個女生....回蒙一笑。&lt;br /&gt;“是她！是喬繪夢！不可能....” 蕭遙想...&lt;br /&gt;“但她那眼神，那笑容....真的很像，很像.....”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙曾經最愛的女生.....喬繪夢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;〈回想〉&lt;br /&gt;喬繪夢；繪夢，意愛幻想。&lt;br /&gt;她生性活潑，功課好。&lt;br /&gt;但她前世咬舌自盡，所以今生是個啞巴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喬繪夢從小就沒有朋友。上中一時，也一樣獨自一人。&lt;br /&gt;但蕭遙可憐喬繪夢，所以主動和她做朋友，還學習手語以方便溝通。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙對喬繪夢從可憐，變成憐愛。但他從來沒有表白。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙不惜和朋友們翻臉，都要保護喬繪夢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，喬繪夢和蕭遙一起放學。&lt;br /&gt;喬繪夢趕時間，只好跑去巴士站等車。&lt;br /&gt;“砰！” 蕭遙眼看着！看着回頭向蕭遙招手的喬繪夢被巴士撞倒！&lt;br /&gt;“夢....！”蕭遙喊道。&lt;br /&gt;“來不及了...都是我害的！夢，別有事....夢！”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙一邊呢喃着，一邊把喬繪夢抱到附近的醫院去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;趕到醫院急症室，喬繪夢已不省人事。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙又呢喃着....哭着.....&lt;br /&gt;“夢，別有事....我愛你，別丟下我.....”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙等了，等了....不知多久了。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙有個坏習慣....在傷心煩惱時，抽支煙....&lt;br /&gt;不知抽了幾支，不知等了多久....&lt;br /&gt;醫生出來了........&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙雖然看不見喬繪夢，但他還不敢相信...直到....&lt;br /&gt;醫生說：“對不起，她....走了。我們盡力了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天似乎明白蕭遙的傷痛，下雨了...&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙呆了，他並沒有説話...&lt;br /&gt;就這樣一個人，在雨中走了....&lt;br /&gt;一直到回家，都沒説話，沒用餐。&lt;br /&gt;家人，也好像從蕭遙的朋友那裏知道發生的事情。&lt;br /&gt;就這樣....蕭遙還是沒出過房門，沒吃過東西。&lt;br /&gt;他也沒去上課，沒説話....沒睡覺。&lt;br /&gt;只是一個人，在床上側躺着...眼淚流個不停。&lt;br /&gt;他腦海裏，只有一句話...&lt;br /&gt;“夢，我愛你...是我害了你！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了葬禮那天，他仍然沉默不聞。&lt;br /&gt;當時不多人到場...喬繪夢的媽媽，蕭遙的父母...&lt;br /&gt;他還見到一個不熟悉的人...一個他從來沒見過的人。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙想到，喬繪夢並沒有朋友，也沒有親戚。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙就問他：“你是...喬繪夢的.....？”&lt;br /&gt;他回道：“......” 那個人竟然和喬繪夢一樣！&lt;br /&gt;是啞巴，用手語回復他的人。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙隱隱約約知道了，是喬繪夢的愛人...是男朋友。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙終于知道，自己就算表白也沒用了...&lt;br /&gt;只是送喬繪夢最後一乘，就默默離開。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙回想之後，決定不要再錯過這天賜的姻緣機會。&lt;br /&gt;他鼓起勇氣，說了一個字...“嗨......！”&lt;br /&gt;那女生傻傻的，看看蕭遙....&lt;br /&gt;“你是....？我們認識嗎？” 那女生問道。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙再鼓起勇氣說：“不....不認識....但，我們....能做朋友嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;那女生樂融融的說好...蕭遙不禁得意起來。&lt;br /&gt;談了談，得知她的名字叫夏喬君。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君；爲人熱情，正義，絕對不服被人冤枉。&lt;br /&gt;和蕭遙相差兩年，只有十八。&lt;br /&gt;有人說女大十八變，也許喬繪夢還在的話，就是像夏喬君一樣。&lt;br /&gt;但感謝老天爺，夏喬君不但像喬繪夢，而且不是個啞巴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過了一段日子沒有見到夏喬君，蕭遙變得情緒化。&lt;br /&gt;終于等到有一天，在朋友的生日會上見到她了！&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君一直被朋友纏着説話，根本沒注意到蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;原本想再問問夏喬君更詳細的情況，看來是泡湯了....&lt;br /&gt;直到夏喬君一個人的時候，他已被朋友灌醉了。&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君看起來很開心...蕭遙趁機跟他説話。&lt;br /&gt;“嗨...！好久沒見！”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君又傻傻的看着他，笑笑的回他：“哈嘍~~”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙心想是時候了！他一定要問到....&lt;br /&gt;“喂，想問你啊....你.......有男朋友嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;“沒有啊！” 夏喬君答蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙樂得很呢！不過未免太早....&lt;br /&gt;“可是，我暗戀的人在那.......”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君指着一個男生.....說了這個，夏喬君就流淚了。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙不知所措，心想...“怎麽辦？該安慰她嗎？可是，他喜歡別人...”&lt;br /&gt;“哎，還是...算了....” 還沒說完，夏喬君竟然靠在蕭遙的肩膀上哭！&lt;br /&gt;到底是酒後亂性，還是酒後吐真情？&lt;br /&gt;不管了！反正機會就在眼前！&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙立刻問：“你....可以當我女朋友嗎？我會好好珍惜你的...”&lt;br /&gt;“好啊~~~~~” 夏喬君醉昏昏的答蕭遙后，就倒了...是睡着了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙好開心好開心...自從喬繪夢走了，他都沒在真正從心而發開心過。&lt;br /&gt;“這次賺到了！” 蕭遙心想....&lt;br /&gt;隨知第二天夏喬君在開生日會的朋友家醒來后...&lt;br /&gt;“寶貝！起身了哦？要吃東西嗎？” 蕭遙很樂的問夏喬君。&lt;br /&gt;“嗯...不用了。對不起，昨晚...我只是一時衝動答了你....”&lt;br /&gt;“我....有喜歡的人...雖然知道我們不可能一起，但...我還沒有辦法忘記。”&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君老實的告訴蕭遙....蕭遙心往後退了....&lt;br /&gt;“哦...沒關係！只是跟你開開玩笑.....” 蕭遙這樣回應。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過了那天，蕭遙還有見到夏喬君。&lt;br /&gt;因爲大家都住附近，所以容易撞見。&lt;br /&gt;而且也認識同一班朋友，所以偶爾會出來喝茶。&lt;br /&gt;夏喬君和蕭遙交換了電話號碼，時不時都會通話。&lt;br /&gt;但夏喬君還是不能對心裏的那個男生死心，所以一直沒辦法接受蕭遙。&lt;br /&gt;可是蕭遙卻常常關心夏喬君，時時提點，不忘回報。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;〈夏喬君心底話〉&lt;br /&gt;“其實，蕭遙也不錯啊...比他，好幾倍...”&lt;br /&gt;“但爲什麽，我就不能忘記他....”&lt;br /&gt;“好煩哦！！！”&lt;br /&gt;“該不會.....我是喜歡上蕭遙了吧？”&lt;br /&gt;“哎，順其自然吧......”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的非常順其自然，那男生竟然忍心說些毒話傷害夏喬君...&lt;br /&gt;好讓她死心，不再纏着他。&lt;br /&gt;這時候的夏喬君，決定了....她決定接受蕭遙！&lt;br /&gt;“喂，遙....當我男朋友好嗎？你...不會像其他人一樣傷害我的哦？”&lt;br /&gt;“啊？” 蕭遙呆了一下....&lt;br /&gt;再説：“嗯！一定不會！我會愛你一輩子的！”&lt;br /&gt;“就算你不愛我了，我對你的愛也不會停止！”&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙並不是油嘴滑舌，那是他的真心話...&lt;br /&gt;而夏喬君，決定相信蕭遙...相信他的真心。&lt;br /&gt;他們，就這樣一起了......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那蕭遙的跑車賽呢？他師傅白戈文呢？&lt;br /&gt;自從蕭遙第一次見到夏喬君那天，就是他最後一次跑車。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙那時候很開心，很想立刻可以抱住夏喬君。&lt;br /&gt;只是...他又要去跑車了。&lt;br /&gt;“上車吧！” 白戈文來接蕭遙去跑車。&lt;br /&gt;白戈文看見蕭遙的臉色不對....&lt;br /&gt;“怎麽了？” 白戈文問道。&lt;br /&gt;“我......不想跑了....” 蕭遙低着頭說。&lt;br /&gt;“我知道了，這次是最後一次。”&lt;br /&gt;“那我今天跟誰跑？” 蕭遙不禁的問....&lt;br /&gt;“跟我......” 白戈文很沉重的答。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙傻了！“跟師傅跑？” 蕭遙又心想....&lt;br /&gt;“不可能！我很尊敬他...我不想....”&lt;br /&gt;“難道....他還記得？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;〈回想〉&lt;br /&gt;記得有一次跑車時，師傅說：“蕭遙，你變很厲害了...能贏我嗎？”&lt;br /&gt;“當然咯~！” 蕭遙驕傲的回答。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙還口氣大大地說：“如果我輸給你，就從此不再跑車！”&lt;br /&gt;“好，好...有志氣！我們會有機會跑一場的....” 白戈文小聲地說。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙沒想到白戈文還記得....&lt;br /&gt;既然他已決定退出，他也很尊敬他的師傅....&lt;br /&gt;所以.....他故意跑輸了。&lt;br /&gt;周圍看的人，都覺得很應該！&lt;br /&gt;因爲師傅一定比徒弟厲害....&lt;br /&gt;但白戈文不甘心，因爲....其實....他並不想蕭遙離開。&lt;br /&gt;蕭遙是他最好的徒弟...&lt;br /&gt;但他很氣，跑車時三番四次讓位給蕭遙，他都不領情...&lt;br /&gt;白戈文只好絕情的一刀兩斷！&lt;br /&gt;但誰又明白蕭遙的心情？他只是不想再冒險...&lt;br /&gt;不想荒廢自己的生命....想好好珍惜他如今擁有的夏喬君....&lt;br /&gt;想好好呆在她身邊，照顧她、關心她....愛她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7252553012954386835</id><published>2008-12-13T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:42:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>短篇故事 - 前世今生 I</title><content type='html'>〈前世歷史〉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公元前XXX年，仗勢欺人。&lt;br /&gt;囯幸有屢戰屢勝的大元帥 - 白劍詞。&lt;br /&gt;白，為清白廉明；劍詞，乃以剑作笔，以血作词。&lt;br /&gt;年長四十有加，尚未娶妻。&lt;br /&gt;生性衝動，獨佔，殘忍，但是性情中人。他害怕失敗，所以從不仗敗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白劍詞有一位得力助手，青出於藍的大將軍 - 蕭浩淩。&lt;br /&gt;蕭，乃簫，意精通樂器；浩淩乃號令，替元帥號令、調動兵馬。&lt;br /&gt;年長二十，仍爲單身。&lt;br /&gt;本性孤僻，終日練琴題字、操兵練馬，做事絕不拖泥帶水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他倆決不留情于敵，但他們也光明磊落，決不做小人之擧。&lt;br /&gt;有日遇着一名女流，姓喬名慧，&lt;br /&gt;她年幼十八，嬌小玲瓏。&lt;br /&gt;喬慧乃敵國之民，但兩人見喬慧孤苦伶仃，不惜收留她在軍營中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喬慧與蕭浩淩一見鍾情，乃天作之合。&lt;br /&gt;無奈蕭浩淩生性孤僻，不敢有所行動追求。&lt;br /&gt;白劍詞雖然在戰場上殘忍，可被喬慧美艷所吸，無法自拔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日漸日漸，他們三人就像父子女，關係甚好。&lt;br /&gt;喬慧略懂音樂，常與蕭浩淩彈琴表意。&lt;br /&gt;而蕭浩淩不再孤僻，與喬慧漸漸相好。&lt;br /&gt;白劍詞則教喬慧騎馬耍劍，好讓她能保護自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但事實上，三人感情並非如父子女。&lt;br /&gt;平息戰爭后，白劍詞向喬慧提親。&lt;br /&gt;但喬慧與蕭浩淩才是兩雙情願，白劍詞卻很衝動，倚老賣老逼喬慧過門。&lt;br /&gt;喬慧邀蕭浩淩私奔，但蕭浩淩決意不走。&lt;br /&gt;他覺得這乃不仁不義、不忠不孝之擧。&lt;br /&gt;喬慧不願嫁，白劍詞竟殘忍至不惜冤枉蕭浩淩有逆軍令，將他処斬。&lt;br /&gt;白劍詞以爲喬慧就乖乖死心當他妻子，但勢不如此...&lt;br /&gt;喬慧咬舌自盡，願陪蕭浩淩上黃泉路，也不望與白劍詞結爲夫妻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最終，白劍詞失了個好助手，失了個好女兒...後悔當初魯莽行動。&lt;br /&gt;愧他稱之公正廉明，一世名譽，毀于一旦。&lt;br /&gt;軍隊都不再信任他，自皇上查明他公報私仇之後，只好逼他革職。&lt;br /&gt;從此默默無名，孤獨中老。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[小喬 · 筆]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7252553012954386835?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-3251715893511247217</id><published>2008-12-11T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:58:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>命裏有時終須有，命裏無時莫強求</title><content type='html'>可否試過付出很多，但沒結果？&lt;br /&gt;可否試過沒有付出，卻賴著你？&lt;br /&gt;可否曾經放棄等待，尋找別情？&lt;br /&gt;可否曾經放棄守侯，卻隨著你？&lt;br /&gt;命運，是否掌握在自己手中，還是上天之安排？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多情之人：&lt;br /&gt;選一擇二，三心兩意。&lt;br /&gt;決定轟轟烈烈專心愛了，卻被人傷害了。&lt;br /&gt;從此，沒法再多情，沉澱在傷心河裏，待人救濟。&lt;br /&gt;如果命運會改變，也許會有人挽救他，讓他成爲懂得選擇的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;專一之人：&lt;br /&gt;專心等待，寸步不離。&lt;br /&gt;決定放棄等他了，要玩弄愛情，卻被人唾駡。&lt;br /&gt;從此，很難再回頭，沉在多情河裏，等待真愛。&lt;br /&gt;如果他專心守候，或許有一天他等的人會和他一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尋愛之人：&lt;br /&gt;到處尋愛，望有所眷屬。&lt;br /&gt;無奈他愛的人不愛他，他不愛的人纏著他。&lt;br /&gt;如果他好好默默守候真愛出現，也許天生的另一半就會出現在眼前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生就是這樣，&lt;br /&gt;命裏決定是你的，就是你的，&lt;br /&gt;不是你的，怎麽強求他都會離開。&lt;br /&gt;不是人對伴侶的要求高，是我們都沒有靜靜等候，&lt;br /&gt;沒有好好觀察，所以無法遇到我們的伴侶。&lt;br /&gt;縂有一天，會遇到他，颳風也不會走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小喬 · 筆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-3251715893511247217?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3251715893511247217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=3251715893511247217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/3251715893511247217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mother and told her&lt;br /&gt;about her life and how things were so hard for her.&lt;br /&gt;She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;She  was tired of fighting and struggling.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the  pots came to boil.&lt;br /&gt;In the first she placed carrots, in the second  she placed eggs,&lt;br /&gt;and in the last she placed ground coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about  twenty minutes she turned off the burners.&lt;br /&gt;She fished the carrots out  and placed them in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a  bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a  bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.'&lt;br /&gt;'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;She did  and noted that they were soft.&lt;br /&gt;The mother then asked the daughter to  take an egg and break it.&lt;br /&gt;After pulling off the shell, she observed the  hard-boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip  the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma  the&lt;br /&gt;daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects&lt;br /&gt;had faced the same  adversity: boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;Each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;The carrot went in  strong, hard, and unrelenting.&lt;br /&gt;However, after being subjected to the  boiling water,&lt;br /&gt;it softened and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;The egg had been fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior,&lt;br /&gt;but after  sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.&lt;br /&gt;The  ground coffee beans were unique, however.&lt;br /&gt;After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which are you?' she  asked her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you  respond?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the carrot that seems strong,&lt;br /&gt;but with  pain and adversity do I wilt&lt;br /&gt;and become soft and lose my  strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart,&lt;br /&gt;but changes with the heat?&lt;br /&gt;Did I have a fluid spirit,&lt;br /&gt;but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship&lt;br /&gt;or some other trial, have I  become hardened and stiff?&lt;br /&gt;Does my shell look the same,&lt;br /&gt;but on the  inside am I bitter and tough&lt;br /&gt;with a stiff spirit and hardened  heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;The bean actually changes  the hot water,&lt;br /&gt;the very circumstance that brings the pain.&lt;br /&gt;When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.&lt;br /&gt;If you are  like the bean, when things are at their worst,&lt;br /&gt;you get better and change  the situation around you.&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are  their greatest,&lt;br /&gt;do you elevate yourself to another level?&lt;br /&gt;How do you  handle adversity?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee  bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,&lt;br /&gt;enough trials to make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;enough sorrow to keep you  human&lt;br /&gt;and enough hope to make you happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest  of people don't necessarily have the best of everything,&lt;br /&gt;they just make  the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future  will always be based on a forgotten past,&lt;br /&gt;you can't go forward in  life until you let go of your past failures and  heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying&lt;br /&gt;and everyone  around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who is smiling and&lt;br /&gt;everyone around you is  crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all be  COFFEE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Originally from e-mail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1616423156709800535?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1616423156709800535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-8903946033379295434</id><published>2008-11-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:53:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不同</title><content type='html'>一閒教室裏，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活著不同的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有聰明的；有笨拙的；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有富有的；有困窮的；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有爲了自己夢想而活的；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有爲了爸媽家庭而活的；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也有不知爲了什麽而活的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人珍惜，有人奢侈，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人無奈，有人寂寞，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人虛僞，有人充實。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許有些人有要追逐的夢，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許有些人只因活著而活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不同的人，不同的運，不同的命，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不同膚色，不同臉孔...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但也會有同樣的性格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以相處，可以相絕，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以變最好朋友，可以變最壞的敵人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生道理一大坨，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不僅是人、愛、囯、家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小喬 · 筆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-8903946033379295434?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8903946033379295434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=8903946033379295434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8903946033379295434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/8903946033379295434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_26.html' title='不同'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-867196736125098348</id><published>2008-11-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:27:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛，值得不值得？</title><content type='html'>愛，是一見鍾情？是慢慢經營？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛了，是否珍惜？是否別離？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情，是否專一，就是真心？是否多情，就是惡行？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不愛，是否就不能開心？是否就一生悔意？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自古紅顔禍水...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嫦娥為吳剛奔月，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吳剛砍樹，嫦娥放兔，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯求日朝相對。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;項羽、虞姬一生相愛，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但勢不與人，死于自刎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛，值得嗎？沒有機會得到的愛，又不值得嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;錯過的愛，值得嗎？失去的愛，又不值得嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世上煩惱的事多得甚，何為愛、不愛煩躁？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小喬 · 筆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-867196736125098348?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/867196736125098348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=867196736125098348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/867196736125098348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;p&gt;是轰烈的；是扰乱的；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是怀疑的；是受伤的；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是短暂的；是不再的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;承诺…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;是答应的；是相信的；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是不见的；是未来的；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是不晓的；是消失的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;======================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱一个人，是否就要承诺一切？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;爱，就是对爱人的承诺。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;承诺，是否会让爱持续？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不承诺，却绝对不会让爱延下去。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;======================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱你，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;害怕伤害你；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;更害怕失去你；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;害怕弄坏你；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;更害怕弄坏自己。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;答应你，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;害怕达不成承诺；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;更害怕达不成对你的承诺；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;害怕这不是你想要的；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;更害怕你什么都不想要。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;======================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱与不爱，恨与不恨，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;都只是一线之差。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但如果开始爱了，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;就不会回头不爱。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;可如果开始恨，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;到最后也许会变成爱。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;爱…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;是世界无法抗拒的；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;是任何一个人都需要的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;爱…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;是无限制的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;你的爱人，你的家人，你的朋友，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;你的学校，你的工作，你的国家，&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你的环境，你的世界，你的一切…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;都是需要爱慢慢经营的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;======================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小乔 · 笔&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-975258334685485242?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/975258334685485242/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-793210163590095489</id><published>2008-11-20T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:00:38.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>坚持 - 检讨 - 胜利</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;坚持 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 是要坚持你喜爱做的事情，坚持要发展的方面，坚持你的梦想。如果一开始就少了坚持，根本就不能再走下去。不要让任何困难阻扰自己的坚持，不要让任何人说败 你坚持的事情，不要给借口说服你的坚持。我曾听过…想做的事，只要觉得是对的，就坚持去做。如果你被阻扰、被说服，就代表你的坚持不够坚定、你的热情不够 热诚、你的喜爱不够喜欢。只要坚持，才能勇敢的往前走。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;检讨 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 是要检讨你做的事情是否用了正确的方式去做，检讨你是否用尽能力的做，和检讨你做错的步骤。如果你不检讨，就永远不会进步。只有犯错，才能改过。就像婴儿 学走路，只有曾经跌倒，才能学会用双手扶住，学会平衡走路。人不检讨，永远只会原地踏步。只有检讨，才能帮助你把错改成对，向前迈步。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;胜利 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 是融合了坚持与检讨。因为人，永远要经过滔滔不绝的挑战和失败，最后才能胜利。胜利并不代表赢，是代表达成自己的梦想。如果你不够坚持，你不要检讨，永远 都不会得到胜利。俗语说，失败乃成功之母…失败数次之后，只要还在努力，你就会有机会尝到胜利的味道。那是骄傲，与荣耀结合的时候。代表着，你一切的努力 都是值得你那一杀那的心情。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;很多人，都未曾尝过那种味道。只因为他们不够坚持，也不去检讨。这不是一天一夜能做到的事情，而是人长时间对一切的锻炼。就像读书，工作…如果学生 不坚持，他们就退学；如果学生不做练习，就不会检讨他们错的地方，然后学会对的方法。到最后，胜利就是他们在考试中考得好的成绩。如果人不坚持工作，他们 就会没办法养自己和家人；如果他们不检讨工作上的错误，就永远都只是当个小职员，没办法升职、没办法领高新水。到最后，胜利就是换来更好的生活给予自己和家人。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;人，做任何事都必须要这六个字，当然是不包括坏事。我们总会买错物品，做错事情，但我们会反省、我们会检讨，以保证我们不会再重蹈复撤。但就是不多 人把这些观念放进重要的理想、梦想。因为他们觉得辛苦，路好难。世界上，没有任何事是简单的…因为我们在这世界上，就是要经历一切，度过全部。只要坚持， 检讨，最后一定会胜利。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小乔 · 笔&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-793210163590095489?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/793210163590095489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=793210163590095489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/793210163590095489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/793210163590095489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_7416.html' title='坚持 - 检讨 - 胜利'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-1549199834127693090</id><published>2008-11-20T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:43:49.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever missed someone so much till you cant get into sleep, and think of every possible way to find him/her right away no matter what time isit just to see their face? And you are full of strength when you are going for them, but when you see them, u feel so comfy until you’ll fall asleep in their arms straight away?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you feel that for someone,that is your love…The ONE will make your heart beat faster and slower at the same time, and really takes your breath away. And even when you’re not at home, you still feel right at home when you’re with the one. You start to mind everything he/she says and does, start to care about everything of him/her, start to think they are cute and funny even when they’re asleep…and think they are beautiful and perfect all the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although there are people who disagree with the relationship you have, but you still love him/her and want to be with them whenever wherever. Both of you will start touching each other…No offense, but it happens! Just because both of you want to know more about each other and get even closer when you two are only 10 millimeters distance. Its alright, its normal…its love. BUT,guys cannot take advantage for what is happening,it is not fair when only ladies who are in pain. =.=”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you love someone, cherish them with tender, loving care. Dont argue and fight for what you believe in, but to accept what your love one believes in. Dont change them into what they are not, but to love them for who they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xiao Qiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-1549199834127693090?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1549199834127693090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=1549199834127693090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1549199834127693090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/1549199834127693090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5626090177720130908</id><published>2008-11-20T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:48:34.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你，我；爱，回忆</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;世界上最远的距离，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不是相隔两地…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;而是我在你面前，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;你却不知道我真的爱你。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我想好好爱你…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但却不敢要求你再给我机会。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我能做些什么，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;才能让你改变对我的看法？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;是否变了的，就无法回头？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;其实我做的一切…一切，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;都只想你知道…我爱你。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果能让时间回头，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我不会选择回到我们一起的日子。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我想回到我们还是朋友的时候，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;让我们重新再认识对方，了解对方…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;然后重新爱上你，让你也爱上我…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;和你在一起。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我一定会比当初更珍惜你…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你像是我生命的一部份…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;从你离开的那一刻，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我的生命已没有意义。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;虽然过去了很久，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但我希望你偶尔还是会想起我…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;因为我永远都会想你。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你与我，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;就像一场美丽的梦…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但却深深的烙在心中。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;你就像我生命中的阶梯，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;让我一步一步踏上更美好的路程。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;真的很感谢你，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;无论是为了什么…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱情就像鬼魂一样…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;大家都在说，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;却没几个人真的遇过。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但还未发生，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;并不代表不存在。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;当”爱”还空荡荡的时候，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;就像水晶一样坚固…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不容易破碎，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;等待着被填满的时候。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;但当”爱”被填满了，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;却就像玻璃一样脆弱…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;一但破碎就很难弥补。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;或许有时暧昧比谈恋爱好…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;因为最浪漫美好的事情，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不见得常常会摊在阳光下。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱一个不爱自己的人，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;比找不到可以爱的人…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;更痛苦，更寂寞。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缘，是天意；&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;份，是人为。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;别说有缘无份，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;只因不曾好好珍惜。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;人生最美好的，&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不是当下…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;而是过去的回忆。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S    三分缘份七分体量感情不会散，珍惜眼前的一切&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小乔 · 笔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-5626090177720130908?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5626090177720130908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=5626090177720130908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5626090177720130908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/5626090177720130908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_4086.html' title='你，我；爱，回忆'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-7712174903955928493</id><published>2008-11-20T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:01:53.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情像一朵花</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;爱情，像一朵花。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;它会灿烂盛开，也会凋谢枯萎。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;盛开时，是多么的漂亮…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就像爱情开花结果的时候，有爱情滋润的人，特别美。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;枯萎时，是多么难看…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就像爱情结束的时候，人让人伤心，人心变得丑陋…悲伤而无法打起精神。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;花，不会永远这么漂亮， 总有失去凋谢的时候。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就像爱情…无论当时多么幸福快乐，到最后还是伤心分手收场。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;小乔 ·  笔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-7712174903955928493?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7712174903955928493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=7712174903955928493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7712174903955928493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/7712174903955928493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_6801.html' title='爱情像一朵花'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-2599190455678458253</id><published>2008-11-20T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:46:45.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱；被爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;爱一个人，是什么感觉？被爱，又是什么感觉？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱与被爱，可以 很快乐，很甜蜜；但也会很悲伤，很痛苦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;它能让我们拥有活下去的力量，同时也能逼我们走上黄泉路。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;无奈的，为何人往往都不会珍惜眼前的爱？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;等错过了，失去了…才知道要珍惜，要挽留。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;人都觉得，爱很复杂。也许爱可以很简单。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱一个人，要爱原本的他…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果改变，那就不是真爱，而是想满足自己要的爱。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不要 太相信于对方作出的承诺，因为有时候人…还是有些事做不到。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不要沉迷于对未来的幻想，因为幻想也许会破灭。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不要吵架或逃避，因为这并不是个 最好的解决办法。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你们相遇，直到恋爱…也许是因为缘份。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;但怎么去维持这段爱，就得靠自己。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;三分缘份七分体谅感情不会散…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;小乔 · 笔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879227642489659577-2599190455678458253?l=sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2599190455678458253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879227642489659577&amp;postID=2599190455678458253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2599190455678458253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879227642489659577/posts/default/2599190455678458253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandy-addictionoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_19.html' title='爱；被爱'/><author><name>SandY MiaO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16571291906428330733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0E7XUEvj3_I/SckWKrtAjkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vZolwsna0ks/S220/Sandy+1779+(edited).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879227642489659577.post-5481886920636854199</id><published>2008-11-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:45:54.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生如戏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt; 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