<?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-15709910</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:57:30.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iSThAtU??</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a typical 'Crab' with a rabbit character, I don't like argument, ignore the beauty of arguing, and the worst thing is I tend to live in my past that I hated so much and ran away from. I am timid and yet adventurous, meanwhile still in search of my true self..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-9155611408016875779</id><published>2012-02-09T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:12:51.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>** 懂得所以珍惜 **</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;愛一個人的滋味，就像是手中抓了一把沙子，很想抓的緊緊的，可是抓了太緊了反而剩下的卻不是很多，想念一個人的滋味，就像是喝了一杯水，然後用很長的時間把它變成一滴滴的眼淚，忘記一個人的滋味，是用血和淚的交融，或許經過一段時間傷口癒合慢慢淡忘，或許永遠都不會，但是在心裡永遠會有那麼一道傷 痕，或深或淺，無法磨滅。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;因為懂得，所以倍加珍惜......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;一個人可以愛很多次，傷過之後就再也無法癒合，只有那麼一個人可以影響著你的情緒，可以讓 你笑的那麼燦爛，可以傷的你那麼深，無法自拔，真愛，也許是當時太懵懂愛的太衝動，付出的太多。也許是經歷過太多，被傷的太多，懂得自然也多，但往往我們真正懂得了的時候，也就是我們失去的時候，從來不知道自己得到了多少&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;也只有等失去了之後才知道&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;人都是等到愛過傷過真正失去過後才懂得要倍加珍惜，誰 也不例外，人的緣分或許真的是注定的，機會也許只有一次，也許有很多次，就看愛的深不深，就看我們如何去把握了，錯過固然可惜，但是沒有去把握，去努力爭取，去珍惜，卻讓人感到遺憾，後悔莫及，很是傷感&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;堅強勇敢面對一切固然是好，但是逞強就是傻，明明心裡還有愛，卻害怕受傷，不敢面對，不敢去愛，選擇逃避。以 為時間久了會過去&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;因此錯過&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;殘忍的人選擇傷害別人，善良的人選擇傷害自己，但是終歸傷人傷己。別人都說凡事都要向前看，但這意思並非錯過了就讓他錯過了，而是努力爭取過後再無希望，也無須太傷感，只因對方心意已決，只能說你們注定沒有緣分在一起。不能讓對方以為失去他之後等於失去所有，那樣他會更加看不起你，覺得離開是正確的選擇。很多事情總是不能盡人意，想要的東西始終不能如願，昨天的一切已成歷史不可改變，但今天的努力可以改變明天的軌跡&lt;/span&gt;!~&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;所以凡事都要往好的方面去想，不要再責怪自己，讓自己過的更好，倍加善待自己，驕傲的活下去，就讓一切 順其自然。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;人生短短幾十年，能放手去博去愛的日子有多長，說不定哪天就出了點意外，茫茫人海中，能遇到自己真心愛著的人能有幾個，愛的原因是喜歡，喜歡的原因是有好感，有好感的原因是欣賞，欣賞的原因是了解，了解的原因是相識，兩個不曾有交際的人，因為有緣才相識相愛在一起。兩個人相愛在一起並不容易，難免會出現一些摩擦，起初欣賞的優點已不在，接踵而至的是更多的缺點，因為已把心給交出，世上無完人，不能因為一些小小的原因和錯誤而說分手就分手，除非已不愛。兩個人若是想長久在一起就需慢慢了解慢慢磨合，互相包容，理解，體諒，溝通&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;需有耐心的經營，沒有什麼事是不能說開解決的，真心的愛經的起考驗，時間可以證明一切&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;證明到底有多愛&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;經不起考驗的就無謂真心，也就無須再傷神，命裡有時終須有，命裡無時莫強求，既然不屬於你，何必太在意，何必太強求&lt;/span&gt;……&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;愛情，原來只是含笑飲毒酒，人世間太多的感慨和遺憾&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;始終逃不過一個&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;如果&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;沒有在一起過不到最後誰也不知道合適不合適，需要耐心經營，若愛請放手大膽的去愛，因為錯過了，就不再回來，若不愛請大聲決絕的告訴對方，長痛不如短痛，沒有把握的事，希望不要隨便給承諾，因為有些人會一直苦守著承諾，真愛只有一次，希望莫再失，倍加珍惜眼前所擁有的一切，希望天下有情人終成眷屬，幸福美 滿&lt;/span&gt;…… &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;from fb...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/15709910-9155611408016875779?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/9155611408016875779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=9155611408016875779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/9155611408016875779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/9155611408016875779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='** 懂得所以珍惜 **'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-7267726488331138521</id><published>2011-11-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:11:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>悶騷又敏感的牛牛。。。</title><content type='html'>【給金牛座的1封信】&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛兒有大地的特質，承擔一切，喜歡保護弱小，擅長照顧別人。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;簡直到了犧牲奉獻的地步。尤其對於情人的要求，會放在第一位。甚至不等對方開口，都能察覺對方心意事先為對方准備好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛的心很軟，很敏感。會因為悲劇的情節或他人的不幸而流淚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛：特悶騷，特害羞，特膽小，沒安全感，佔有欲強，控制欲強，容易胡思亂想，多疑，極敏感，嫉妒心強，容易吃醋，忽冷忽熱，忽遠忽近，愛顧影自憐，雙重性格，嚴重精神分裂，特大號神經病。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛的愛情，講究一步一個腳印，而不是敗絮其中的徒有外表。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛一旦愛上了，就一頭扎進去。他們會從細節入口，一寸寸的呵護這份緣妙不可言的愛情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛對待愛情的這股認真勁兒，即使沒有甜言蜜語，卻實實在在做著牽手到永遠的努力，牛牛給予的愛情你傷不起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛脾氣很倔，如果有天真的把他惹怒了，絕對敢和你同歸於盡。讓牛牛消氣很容易，不管是金牛男還是金牛女，也不管對異性或者同性，只要你撒撒嬌說兩句軟話，包准牛牛不會再有脾氣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但如果是欺騙他，那你要做好被傷心的準備吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛的世界對欺騙者可是很無情的哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不善改變，他喜歡的就一直喜歡；他不喜歡的就永遠都不會喜歡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛可以為朋友兩肋插刀，可以做任何事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但他討厭被別人利用，所以如果你想與金牛交朋友就不要利用他。如果他知道了，雖然嘴上不說但是心裡會開始慢慢討厭你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛牛生性渴望理解，卻不奢求理解安於孤獨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的優勢在於，對於別有用心的人能夠一眼看穿，並完全做到視若無睹。也許當自鳴得意時牛牛想的正是不和這頭牲口一般見識！看他就是這樣的心態清高地忍，讓憂鬱地承受卻酷得乾脆利落，只要不觸動他的底線一切都好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一向以守財奴出名的金牛，面對自己重視的人卻可以非常的大方。對牛牛而言，一些不必要的花費是可以省下來的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但若遇到重要時刻，他可是花大錢絕不手軟，對情人更是大方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對牛牛來說花多少錢在情人身上，是表現愛意的最好方式。只要覺得有價值，牛牛是不會捨不得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是你吗？。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-7267726488331138521?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/7267726488331138521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=7267726488331138521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/7267726488331138521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/7267726488331138521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_25.html' title='悶騷又敏感的牛牛。。。'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-4490051552265029088</id><published>2011-11-25T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:06:49.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>逃避是他們的習慣。。。</title><content type='html'>【給巨蟹座的1封信】&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們對自己渴望的東西，總是先退到一邊，似乎毫不關心，然後突然撲上去。他們沒有很強的適應能力，卻有天生的領悟力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們以自我為中心，懂得自我保護。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們最害怕孤獨，但又注定了孤獨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有很多秘密，把真實的自己藏於夜半的寂靜和午間笑聲的明朗中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹經常會說“我覺得”“我想”，他喜歡用敏銳的第六感來表達想法和感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜歡複雜的環境，他喜歡呆在安靜的地方做他喜歡的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜歡跟志同道合的人組成一個小圈子自娛自樂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹座善良體貼，不計較，會細心的記住好朋友的生日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許多愁善感，但仍然會在最難過時給你微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹是十二星座中最為戀家的星座。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他們是現代的模範伴侶，他們無論走到哪裡都不會忘記家裡有人在等著自己。遇到巨蟹座的戀人是最大的幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹是一個很感性的星座，一旦陷入愛情就會想要時時刻刻跟對方黏在一起。所以對癡情的巨蟹來說，每次結束一段感情都是最痛苦的經歷。&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹天生悲觀，脾氣古怪，會突然爬進保護性的殼裡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在受傷後他很少反擊，只會放棄。逃避是他的習慣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他很念舊，喜歡舊東西。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他最注重的就是安全感，希望被保護卻常常是一個人。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他希望有屬於自己的空間，喜歡獨處。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹不喜歡受別人限制。他不喜歡任何東西過於圓滿，對他來說有缺陷的人生才是完美的，缺陷是靈魂的出口。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的快樂都是微小的事，比如看見一隻小貓或小狗，收拾乾淨自己的家，看著在花瓶裡有水珠的香水百合。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多巨蟹喜歡顧影自憐喜歡自己舔傷口，他心裡想什麼從來不說別人也猜不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹座的人有包容心，一般不會為了一點芝麻小事而耿耿於懷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;具有容人的雅量，很少拒人於千里之外。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再加上其有禮貌，善交際，富幽默感之迷人個性及對人道主義的尊崇會有許多朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事實上巨蟹座的人經常會在強悍的外表下，隱藏著一顆柔弱的內心他就像這星座的表徵－－螃蟹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹總說著無所謂的話，喜歡瞎想。尤其是讓人流淚的情節。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹夏天露出皮膚時，厭惡被陌生人觸碰。在公車上最為顯著。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹討厭裝的人，但有時候自己也不得不裝，還裝得挺真的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹笑起來完全不顧形象，任憑周圍怪異的眼光也不會收斂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹的心思很簡單不喜歡勾心鬥角。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我吗？。。。:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-4490051552265029088?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/4490051552265029088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=4490051552265029088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/4490051552265029088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/4490051552265029088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='逃避是他們的習慣。。。'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-6304050871399216453</id><published>2011-03-21T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:08:45.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>丢了的自己，要记得捡回来……</title><content type='html'>有时候，莫名的心情不好，不想和任何人说话，只想一个人静静的发呆。 &lt;div id=":8m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，突然觉得心情烦躁，看什么都觉得不舒服，心里闷的发慌，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;拼命想寻找一个出口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，发现身边的人都不了解自己，面对着身边的人，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;突然觉得说不出话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，感觉自己与世界格格不入，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;曾经一直坚持的东西一夜间面目全非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，突然很想逃离现在的生活，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;想不顾一切收拾自己简单的行李去流浪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，别人突然对你说，我觉得你变了，然后自己开始百感交集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，希望时间为自己停下，做完己还没来得及做的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，想一个人躲起来脆弱，不愿别人看到自己的伤口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，突然很想哭，却难过的哭不出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，夜深人静，突然觉得不是睡不着，而是固执地不想睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，走过熟悉的街角，看到熟悉的背影，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;突然就想起一个人的脸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，明明自己心里有很多话要说，却不知道怎样表达。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，觉得自己拥有着整个世界，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;一瞬间却又觉得自己其实一无所有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的只是有时候，明明自己身边很多朋友，却依然觉得孤单。&lt;br /&gt;有时候，很想放纵自己，希望自己痛痛快快歇斯底里地发一次疯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，突然找不到自己，把自己丢的 无影无踪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，心里突然冒出一种厌倦的情绪，觉得自己很累很累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，看不到自己未来的样子，迷茫的不知所措。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，发现自己一夜之间长大了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，听到一首歌，就会突然想起一个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，希望能找个人好好疼爱自己，渴望一种安全感。 可当那个可以疼你的人出现的时候，你却偏执地退隐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，别人误解了自己有口无心的一句话，心里郁闷的发慌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，被别人伤害，嘴上讲没事，其实心里难过的要死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，常常在回忆里挣扎，有很多过去无法释怀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，很容易感动别人的关怀， 有时候却麻木地像个笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，看着时间一点点流逝，任凭叹息，自己却无能为力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，有时候，真的会想这么多。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟朋友装沉默， &amp;nbsp; 跟陌生人讲心里话。 对于在乎你的，不想让他们担心，有时候，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;没有消息就是一种好消息。其实 &amp;nbsp; ，很想说“我很好”，或许是昧着心说谎，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;也只是想把最灿烂的一面，放在每个人对自己印象的首页。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丢了的自己，要记得捡回来……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":8m"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;转载於FB与大家分享)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&amp;nbsp; 闷得发慌，却不知能找谁聊天；FB的刷新建不知按了多少回，却还是找不到谁来聊聊；空虚的灵魂能用什么来填满？友情，爱情，亲情？？梦想！感觉好遥远哦。。。 我想我应该是太闲了！一个无聊的我在说些连自己也听不懂的话。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15709910-6304050871399216453?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/6304050871399216453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=6304050871399216453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6304050871399216453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6304050871399216453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='丢了的自己，要记得捡回来……'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-5444788306481497312</id><published>2011-02-20T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:27:39.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday card to myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Happy &lt;span class="il"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; my dear!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are someone who born in 4th Jul, this is a date symbolized independent and freedom. I hope you will be someone as your born date. Be an independent person and your life is filled with freedom of choice, even though you may not seen it through now but you have to go with your instinct and listen to your heart. I am sure everything happened for a reason and it will be god's will that leading you to some place you want it to be deep down in your heart. People might not understand you all the time, but you know they are many people who are supporting you throughout. Do cherish them like there is no tomorrow, make the most of your life. Remember you only live once, and life doesn't granted for a second chance or re-take the subject again. All you need to do is trust, trusting yourself that you can do it and just do it. Once you stepped out, don’t look back, don't be sad and don't be confused, as you need to experience it in order to understand what you really want and who you really are. Be truth to yourself and you will find your inner soul and knowing your desire. Everyone in your life plays a role, someone passing by teaching you a lesson, someone stop by to share a moment with you, someone live a tiny part in your heart to remind you that you loved and being loved before, and the ultimate person is someone you want to be with the rest of your life, and vice verses. A life learning partner who loves you,&amp;nbsp; cherish you, who can compromising each other shortfalls, and he sees you different from others and this is the right man you are looking for. Once again, happy &lt;span class="il"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; my dear, and I am glad that you had the courage to step out to live in a new environment, and things will fall into the right place and you will see the whole picture soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I believe fortune favour the brave and you are the brave one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;04.07.2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&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/15709910-5444788306481497312?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/5444788306481497312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=5444788306481497312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/5444788306481497312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/5444788306481497312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-card-to-myself.html' title='A birthday card to myself..'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-1068763055271715015</id><published>2011-02-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:34:18.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little break at The Smokehouse, Cameron Highland, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWRP-FLPWw/TVqMtH207FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KvinF99GAVI/s1600/smoke+house1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWRP-FLPWw/TVqMtH207FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KvinF99GAVI/s400/smoke+house1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Finally… I am sitting here at The Smokehouse having the afternoon tea that I am aiming for quite sometime. The afternoon tea comes with local Cameron tea and home made scones served with Devonshire cream and strawberry jam fresh from the farm, what a luxury afternoon! When I am about to leave, it's pouring down heavily. I think it is god’s will for me staying a little bit longer in which I have no objection at all. In a good weather you may enjoy your high tea in a tiny English garden; in a bad weather you may stay in the green room, in fact, I am quite enjoyed the "rain orchestra". As there is no silent in the room, no entertainment needed so that I can slip back to my memory land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; accomplished!!!&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/15709910-1068763055271715015?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/1068763055271715015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=1068763055271715015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/1068763055271715015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/1068763055271715015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-break-at-smokehouse-cameron.html' title='Little break at The Smokehouse, Cameron Highland, Malaysia'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWRP-FLPWw/TVqMtH207FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KvinF99GAVI/s72-c/smoke+house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-2805370171805043269</id><published>2010-09-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:15:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people come and go...</title><content type='html'>some people&amp;nbsp;might have many people in and out of their life; some people might only have&amp;nbsp;that person stayed&amp;nbsp;in his / her life from the first date; some people looks down&amp;nbsp; / jealous on those who have / had so many different people in their life... perhaps the someone just have to fall down many times for him / her to learn the lesson; perhaps the&amp;nbsp;someone is keeping the faith and in search of his / her missing&amp;nbsp;piece and keep the head up despite haunted by&amp;nbsp;all the traditions; perhaps the someone is indecisive - thinking the next one will be a better one; perhaps the&amp;nbsp;someone is a perfectionist and mixing up the imaginative partner and the reality; perhaps someone has already missed the one person... regardless what your situation you are in, &lt;strong&gt;be truth to yourself&lt;/strong&gt;, afterall you need something to think back and laugh at when you are old.... just do it! don't be the person who has to look back and think what if.... sye'10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-2805370171805043269?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/2805370171805043269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=2805370171805043269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2805370171805043269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2805370171805043269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2010/09/people-come-and-go.html' title='people come and go...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-6842877788530967362</id><published>2008-09-14T22:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:48:00.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding 误解</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I wonder how many people in this world who has live their whole life without knowing that what they believe is not totally true, and they might have misunderstood someone they love and shut the door because of a silly misunderstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I believe that there is always a two side stories, and many trouble originated from a minor misapprehension and most of the time is unintentionally. If this doesn’t clear up or resolve, and just kept it in our heart, when time goes by, and all those minor little mistakes or faults have became something intolerance, like a snowball effect. What we missing here is – &lt;b&gt;communications and the benefit of doubt&lt;/b&gt;. We have take things for granted especially on those whom we love and close to ourselves. Don’t jump to a conclusion because you know him / her well, may be next time you should look into his / her eye and answer to yourself that you are 100% know what he / she is thinking about. Even though, you understand him / her enough, but this might change when we grow older, or because of engaging in different social group or some experience that changes you. In my opinion, the key point is staying connected at all time in which it can achieve by sharing quality time together, effective communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When is the last time you have a heart to heart talk to your love one? When is the last time you felt content of what you have? When is the last time you have enjoyed an activity together? When is the last time you felt you are living again, not a zombie or robot? There are thousand of excuses but there is also a simple reason for you to do something, just a simple effort, such as have a walk, catch a movie, share a dessert, something you both feel comfortable. No one’s life is smooth and happy all the time, there is always up and down. However, our braveness and right attitude towards life can change a lot of things, even could get you through the darkest night. One of my favorite phases which I used it as a reminder for not being frustrated or disappointed when thing doesn’t turn up the way I want - “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it is about learning to dance in the rain”, it is something for you to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Conclude the above, misunderstanding can be solved by communications, and it is a life long learning subject, and don’t get defeat for nothing, and fight for your happiness and influence yours love one too, be positive. Wish all of us could dance proudly even in a heavy rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时我在想，在这个世界上有多少人活了一辈子却不知道自己所相信的并不完全属实。譬如说，有些人因为一个很小的误会，而把自己心爱的人从此关在心门外。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信每件事情的发生都有它的俩面，而且很多的问题都出自于词不达意所造成的误会。如果这些烦杂琐碎的小问题都一直摆在心理面而不拿出来说，那么久而久之这些一点一滴的困扰就会越积越多并越滚越大，变成一粒大雪球一发不可收拾。我想这里缺乏的是沟通，和给对方一个解释的机会。我们也常常认为如果对方爱你就理所当然的应该为你做这些事情。你也千万不要认为你对她了如指掌而一味的自以为是，下次不妨看着她的眼睛而对自己说，我百分之一百的了解眼前的这个人。或许你会发现她已不完全是你知道的那个人了，人往往会因为本身经历的事，环境和朋友圈子的改变而有所不同。所以呢，我觉得两个人在一起一定要常常好好的沟通，这样才能步伐一致的走下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;扪心自问你和你的爱人最后一次谈心是什么时候?最后一次觉得有她在你身边就满足又是什么时候?最后一次开开心心的玩是什么时候?最后一次感觉你的心是跳跃的，而不是例长公事又是什么时候呢?或许为了生活，我们都被琐碎繁杂的事物而吞没了，没有了情趣，没有了对生活的热诚，没有了随心所欲的感觉。但其实如果两人有心的话，小小的活动或贴心的举动都能让彼此感觉到爱与被爱，比如说两个人一起看场彼此都喜好的电影，在优雅的环境下喝个下午茶，静静地一起在公园或海边看书，不管是什么活动最重要的是彼此都能享受着。没有一个人的生活是风平浪静的，生命总有起起落落，悲欢离合，数不尽的烦恼。但我相信正确的人生观，积极的态度可以改变很多东西，也能帮你渡过重重的难关。很喜欢这句话，“人生不是乞求难过的日子快点过去，而是能积极的在逆境中跳着舞渡过”。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望天下的有情人不要因为误会而轻易的放弃手上的幸福，无论碰到什么难题都一定要静心的听完对方的解释才下定论，一定要好好的沟通，不要觉得事事都是理所当然的。沟通是一门学问，需要不断的学习和练习，保持乐观的态度，好好守着你们的幸福。愿所有的人都能在大雨中自信的跳着舞! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-6842877788530967362?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/6842877788530967362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=6842877788530967362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6842877788530967362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6842877788530967362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/09/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding 误解'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-6383540801228603807</id><published>2008-02-17T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:28:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐，满足与幸福</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R7fiFqMxpRI/AAAAAAAAACA/hya1N7PEP34/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R7fiFqMxpRI/AAAAAAAAACA/hya1N7PEP34/s400/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167847684286031122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我想快乐对我来说是一种感觉，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="KO" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;那种感觉会让整颗心飞起来，&lt;br /&gt;全情投入的去做，心情愉快；&lt;br /&gt;而满足是快乐的投入去做所得到的成果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt; - &lt;span lang="KO"&gt;那就是满足&lt;/span&gt;；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="KO" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;如果能享受这个满足，满足于你现有的，那就是幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/15709910-6383540801228603807?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/6383540801228603807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=6383540801228603807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6383540801228603807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6383540801228603807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='快乐，满足与幸福'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R7fiFqMxpRI/AAAAAAAAACA/hya1N7PEP34/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-4791984665889142125</id><published>2008-02-09T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:05:13.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Special Occasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R60zVKMxpOI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwgRRbvjTHQ/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R60zVKMxpOI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwgRRbvjTHQ/s200/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164840786272036066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;I read this email from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt; one of the forwarded emails I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt; received everyday... and almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt; deleted without reading further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his wife's dresser drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;'This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package.' He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box. 'She got this the first time we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on, was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and said: 'Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think those words changed my life. Now I read more and clean less. I sit on the porch without worrying about anything. I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day.. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like it. I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words 'Someday...' and 'One Day...' are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends. She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come. I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... that I wanted to write 'One of these days'. I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brother and sisters, son and daughters, not enough times at least, how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The above message could easily understand, and it might touch your heart for 15 minutes but to what extend you will live your life like no tomorrow? Perhaps, you will make it works when it has happened to you, but I don't wish this will be the case, living with regret is a painful experience... for better or worse, just do it. Everything happened for a reason, no matter how good or how bad it is/was, it could taught you a lesson and lead you to a different aspect of your life, so when the good thing appeared you would cherish it more than anything and never take thing for granted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  lang="KO" &gt;幸福不是必然的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love this... "life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-4791984665889142125?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/4791984665889142125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=4791984665889142125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/4791984665889142125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/4791984665889142125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyday-is-special-occasion_09.html' title='Everyday is a Special Occasion'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R60zVKMxpOI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwgRRbvjTHQ/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-2587820394359361789</id><published>2008-01-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:41:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;幸福是什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;肤浅的说，不幸里的福气。。。怎么说呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;每个人都知道幸福是什么意思，比如说跟着心爱的人过着幸福的日子，虽然大家都会说，但仔细想想，什么样的日子是幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;有个安定的生活，还是儿女成群&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;感觉很模糊。为什么我的幸福会与不幸扯上关系呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;不是因为我悲观，而是我觉得要懂得幸福之前一定要偿过不幸的滋味，因为有了不幸做个衡量，那要知道幸福就不难了。比方说，那些穷得连房屋都没有的人，受尽风寒之后，如果有间屋，那就是幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;我发现幸福是会改变的，当初认为的幸福，一定不会是十年后你所要的幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="KO"&gt;那你的幸福定义又是什么呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-2587820394359361789?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/2587820394359361789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=2587820394359361789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2587820394359361789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2587820394359361789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='幸福'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-3015523509912080761</id><published>2008-01-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:47:34.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kind of blue with no reason, can someone tell me what’s wrong with me? Am I too bored? Hate the feeling of being uncontrollable… if someone out there heard my scream, please landed your hand to pull me out of this pool of mud. I still couldn’t find a path that will lead to a better place, but where is a better place? Can someone tell me what should I do to clear all these rubbish? May be I should hide somewhere in a mountain to clear my mind, sorting out all the what, why and how… I am feeling tired, mentally and physically. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-3015523509912080761?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/3015523509912080761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=3015523509912080761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/3015523509912080761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/3015523509912080761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-blue.html' title='feeling blue'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-8370988056256107599</id><published>2008-01-01T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:07:04.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seize the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;The feeling of numbness scares me off, so I like traveling to make myself believe that I am still breathing, not a zombie. The breezing wind brushes off my face, my hair, as if it could brushes off my mind too; My blood seep from my vain to the coldness air that freeze my heart and brain so I could felt the pain when it is melting. The fallen leave has covered the earth where I tried to avoid stepping on it to preventing the destruction for a moment of peacefulness, and keep the sadness remains underground. After the endless cold nights and days, finally here comes the summer, the common scene you will see beside the blossom flowers all around you is the smile on everyone’s face. And the cycle accomplished, the whole world and time have divided in four seasons, you are expecting different things from each season that makes me feel that the world become lively again, despite how numb I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3nsZsx6bzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bjOFOUwqnWc/s1600-h/26102007086A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3nsZsx6bzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bjOFOUwqnWc/s320/26102007086A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150407575136268082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;There are times someone asks me that “is it worth to spend so much money, and left everything behind with the age of 28 in pursuing my study?” To be honest, I don’t feel like answering this question, because this is beyond understandable by a third party. The experiences I had couldn’t be shared, simply because you weren’t there. The measurement is very objective, so don’t judge me from your perspective. I might have doubts on lots of things, but one thing for sure is I won myself over, I proved to myself I could do it if I wanted to, I became stronger and stronger, but yet lonelier. It is something that it couldn’t be measured by money. Do you understand? May be you are envied my braveness to make such a big change, perhaps you are admired the places I been to, but let me tell you something. Regardless how many countries you have been, or how many great people you met or how many cool stuff you did, or how much you earn for your living, all these won’t satisfying you needs, because what you really need is a very basic thing – love. So, when lots of people asking me why you didn’t choose to stay in London, to me is the same, wherever I go I don’t feel like “home”, I don’t feel like settle down… because I haven’t found my missing piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3ntc8x6b1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/12ZJ1j4FvPQ/s1600-h/26102007087a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3ntc8x6b1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/12ZJ1j4FvPQ/s320/26102007087a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150408730482470738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;So, treasure the one besides you and hold her tight, even though you don’t feel the spark like the first touch you both had; for those just breaking off, if he or she is someone passing by your life and taught you a lesson, you should be grateful and learn from it then move on. However, if you think she is the one, then fight for it, “how would I know, you might ask?” Just ask yourself is she the one you would like to hold her when she is old and fat, and you both still can teasing on each other’s loosen teeth, and supporting each other, and just being in love and be loved. Sharing your life with “the one” including the laughter, the sadness, the sorrow, grow together, learn together, clearing each other debris, and revealing each other hidden personality. Last but not least, asking yourself that is he / she the one see you in a different way from the rest of the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-8370988056256107599?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/8370988056256107599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=8370988056256107599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/8370988056256107599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/8370988056256107599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-of-numbness-scares-me-off-so-i.html' title='seize the moment'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3nsZsx6bzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bjOFOUwqnWc/s72-c/26102007086A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-3592097969772905399</id><published>2008-01-01T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:06:58.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye my 2007, and all the best in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3njhMx6byI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EH7X-MpXwec/s1600-h/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3njhMx6byI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EH7X-MpXwec/s320/DSC03063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150397808380636962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Just wanna to share this only picture I took at this year Christmas. In 2007, I felt guilty simply because I am kind of slacking and lazy, nothing has been done towards my aim or dream? Anyway, it is a past, and I will work wisely in 2008 and be more determined on what I am aiming to accomplish. Let’s throw away all the old things, bad things have had happened in 2007, and welcoming this 2008 with full of passion and energy, facing the challenges with determination. Kanbate!! cheers to all my dear friends and you, stranger :-)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-3592097969772905399?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/3592097969772905399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=3592097969772905399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/3592097969772905399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/3592097969772905399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye-my-2007-and-all-best-in-2008.html' title='good bye my 2007, and all the best in 2008'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3njhMx6byI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EH7X-MpXwec/s72-c/DSC03063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-1981534184881280298</id><published>2007-12-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:11:24.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a business trip to india, Delhi 2/12/07 to 7/12/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oRq8x6b6I/AAAAAAAAABM/fo6MxIGNSNM/s1600-h/08122007140a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oRq8x6b6I/AAAAAAAAABM/fo6MxIGNSNM/s320/08122007140a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150448553419239330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKEMx6b2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1Dv-3iEBW3w/s1600-h/DSC03164a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKEMx6b2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1Dv-3iEBW3w/s320/DSC03164a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150440191117913954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKE8x6b4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/irHbUsS8-Yw/s1600-h/DSC03170a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKE8x6b4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/irHbUsS8-Yw/s320/DSC03170a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150440204002815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKEsx6b3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/X64gwtlLcA0/s1600-h/DSC03168a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKEsx6b3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/X64gwtlLcA0/s320/DSC03168a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150440199707848562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKFMx6b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bhjm63K7uIc/s1600-h/DSC03171a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oKFMx6b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bhjm63K7uIc/s320/DSC03171a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150440208297783186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;First time in India, this is a country that I will not choose for my leisure trip, perhaps much negative thoughts are stuffed in my mind, such as dirty, smelly, unhygienic, a place where full of germs. Yes, I agreed that this capital is full of dust, all streets, leaves, people are covered by dust. There is little they can do to change the environment, and how they have been educated. It is the place, where they grow and the only place they have live with their entire life for the poor people. If there is a choice, I suppose nobody will want the bad thing. If you look beyond the dusty surface, you will discover a lot of unusual things on the street, and the people there are friendly, despite their curiosity towards foreigners. The barrier of language was not stopping my driver shows me around historical buildings and interesting places of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;, I could feel their passion for their country, even though there is limited place for them to breath. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;This city full of incredible good food where you couldn’t find in other countries, my colleague and I were brought to one of the famous local restaurants having our dinner at old Delhi by a local Indian. It is situated on a filthy street with full of kid beggars chasing you around. And the food is cheap and cheerful, with all the yummy Indian spices. The outlook of old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; is like a decadent city where many poor people lives on the street, full of beggars, but I was told that many of the rich people still living at this old place where their root is. It shows their strong identity of being an Indian. I am wondering where my root is…. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-1981534184881280298?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/1981534184881280298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=1981534184881280298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/1981534184881280298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/1981534184881280298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2007/12/business-trip-to-india-delhi-21207-to.html' title='a business trip to india, Delhi 2/12/07 to 7/12/07'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FINTO8IlP1M/R3oRq8x6b6I/AAAAAAAAABM/fo6MxIGNSNM/s72-c/08122007140a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-2699773382334678639</id><published>2007-11-14T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:14:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情良民</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;这里的天气很好， 坐在The Coffee Bean 靠窗地位子， 突然想起你。 这是我们要的结局吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐的不再害怕一个人的独处,是长大了吗?一个人在繁忙的街道上, 走在拥挤的人群里, 感觉有点冷.如果有天我说冷其实我要的是个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些缘份是注定要失去的，有些缘分是永远不会有好结果的。爱一个人不一定要拥有，但拥有一个人就一定要好好爱他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人的快乐，不是因为他拥有得多，而是因为他计较得少，不计较就自在。能放下烦恼，才能快乐，人如不知足就永远都在烦恼中，祝福你永远快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忧虑，像没有窗户的房间中必有的黑暗一样，你不可能赶它走，但只要你开一扇窗，阳光自然就会照进来。黑暗必无声退去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果真有个可以信赖和依靠的人，谁会想要浪迹天涯。遗憾，让人更想追求完美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在终于明白，为什麽有些人可以一个人生活着… 原来是找不到志同道合的人，又不想委屈自己迎合他人。生命就是这样一路走一路体验，越来越寂寞！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什麽人总是在寂寞的时候才会认真的去思考自己到底在做些什么！人生就好像是多个迷题组成的，必须由自己一一的去解答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐的不再害怕一个人的独处,是长大了吗?一个人在繁忙的街道上, 走在拥挤的人群里, 感觉有点冷.如果有天我说冷其实我要的是个拥抱.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“男人与女人的爱情” ： 当男人想要认真的开始时，却是女人想要结束的时候…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世上最遥远的距离是你就在我身边，可我还是无法触摸到你的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想再做爱情的良民，我也不要再做你的方便面，我并不完美，我也想要有回报，可是这却是你给不起的。一个人的等待是有限的,我想爱情也是.在你的心里并没有我, 那为何还在一起呢!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开并不困难，留下才需要更大的勇气。离开你，只是要你记得我。离你远些，或许才看得清我。真心爱一个人应该不会累，为什么我会呢？离开是因为害怕，害怕再沉沦下去我会永不翻身、尸骨无存。对你的爱，我放不下也看不到未来。有天，我出现在你面前时，希望你能为我骄傲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些东西自己说多了都觉得累，会不会做或要不要做是看自己的，会做说一次就够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诗&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-2699773382334678639?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/2699773382334678639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=2699773382334678639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2699773382334678639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/2699773382334678639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='爱情良民'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-6787677796200955755</id><published>2007-09-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:05:20.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your silhouette smells of desolateness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey stranger, if there is a choice, what would you choose for? Will you choose not to make a choice, and just being passive? Then you could blame on your fate that leading to this end. I know there are thousand things to consider when making a decision in your life. But, what really matter is what you think is right. Your right might not accept by others, and even though this is a lonely decision, you shouldn’t betray your own wish. Obviously, I know what your choice is because your silhouette tells me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend who is feeling lack of choice and afraid of changes… Sye, 0907&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-6787677796200955755?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/6787677796200955755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=6787677796200955755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6787677796200955755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/6787677796200955755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-silhouette-smells-of-desolateness.html' title='your silhouette smells of desolateness'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-115292206109281339</id><published>2006-07-15T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:13:48.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I feel lonely and cold, not because of the weather but realising it is impossible to have people around all the time to lend a comforting shoulder whenever I felt blue. Till that very moment, I understand this is my own battle, and only I qualified to fight in the battlefield. In order to be the victor, I have to seize every moment and makes the most out of it, do something to be proud of everyday, be amazed and amused all by myself.. Sye, 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-115292206109281339?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/115292206109281339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=115292206109281339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/115292206109281339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/115292206109281339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2006/07/battlefield.html' title='battlefield'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-113482827916732306</id><published>2005-12-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:06:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY LiTTlE gOd dAUgHTeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/320/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-113482827916732306?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/113482827916732306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=113482827916732306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113482827916732306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113482827916732306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-little-god-daughter.html' title='mY LiTTlE gOd dAUgHTeR'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-113059160067909802</id><published>2005-10-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:21:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/1600/57470004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/320/57470004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lazy afternoon with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Agnes and Astrid .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-113059160067909802?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/113059160067909802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=113059160067909802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113059160067909802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113059160067909802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2005/10/summer-2005.html' title='Summer 2005'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-113014496508087834</id><published>2005-10-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:57:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Brompton Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/1600/27900022csbw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/320/27900022csbw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A day out wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;West Brompton Cemetery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sye&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/15709910-113014496508087834?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/113014496508087834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=113014496508087834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113014496508087834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113014496508087834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2005/10/west-brompton-cemetery.html' title='West Brompton Cemetery'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15709910.post-113008280309873863</id><published>2005-10-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:53:23.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought to share ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/1600/blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1463/320/blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15709910-113008280309873863?l=isthatu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/feeds/113008280309873863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15709910&amp;postID=113008280309873863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113008280309873863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15709910/posts/default/113008280309873863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatu.blogspot.com/2005/10/thought-to-share.html' title='A thought to share ..'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552969577962604309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs4R1XkSkkM/TzNgGnDSaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7L8nPulD_os/s220/2617780820040295555YTtses_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
