tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66285573109512917172011-08-01T15:27:40.943-07:00@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-67694292136677429182010-09-18T06:45:00.000-07:002010-09-18T06:58:34.839-07:00好久没有在这里讲话了。 <div>如果他是命中注定，我想我注定倒一辈子霉！</div><div>签是这样说，那是上辈子的缘分，今生注定。很恐怖对吧！</div><div>庙里求的签，应该没那么灵验吧！</div><div>在京都和东京，求的签都说，the person you are waiting for will come but late. </div><div>很奇怪，是吧？</div><div>我在日本求的签都是好签，内容很像。 </div><div>然后，我在新加坡，就特地问问你。</div><div>结果，解签的人说，那是注定。</div><div>我应该改变命运。 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-6769429213667742918?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-73949252129352961472010-07-17T18:19:00.000-07:002010-07-17T18:26:10.205-07:00一个人的我，比较快乐。<div>最近，有一些桃花，但是总觉得不适合。 </div><div>我强调，我不是挑！我真的不挑！可是，总不能无所谓吧！</div><div><br /></div><div>烂 男人，能要吗？</div><div><br /></div><div>还是觉得，一个人，比较快乐！</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-7394925212935296147?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-46057017188392103892010-06-04T04:25:00.000-07:002010-06-04T04:37:46.019-07:00当人越是脆弱的时候，就越容易被感动！<div><br /></div><div>如梦境般的照片，牵动我的心玄。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>冰山的模样，我想我一辈子都没办法亲眼看到吧！</div><div><br /></div><div>病了，才发现生命太短。</div><div><br /></div><div>短暂的生命，不应该浪费。</div><div><br /></div><div>我要学习，不要想太多。</div><div><br /></div><div>我要学习，让小事感动。</div><div><br /></div><div>我要学习，让自己放开。</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4605701718839210389?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-83772405535416732372010-06-03T01:44:00.000-07:002010-06-03T01:50:50.090-07:00如果有一天我走了，不要难过。<div><br /></div><div>活了这么久，我觉得自己很棒！</div><div><br /></div><div>我很努力地去过每一天，也没有浪费时间。</div><div><br /></div><div>我很努力地去达到我的目标。</div><div><br /></div><div>我很努力地去做好我的本分。</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天我走了，请记得，我很棒！</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天我走了，请记得，我的好！</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天我走了，请记得，我的成就！</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天我走了，请记得，我曾经让你们光荣的事！</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天我走了，请记得，不要难过！</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8377240553541673237?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-41800016848287426812010-06-01T05:31:00.000-07:002010-06-01T05:32:07.226-07:00I dunno whether I am ready to go thru all these alone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4180001684828742681?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-12824490829654222262010-05-24T03:35:00.000-07:002010-05-24T03:46:57.171-07:00我很彷徨！ <div>我知道这样不行，身体出了毛病。</div><div>不详的预感， 担心不是普通的感冒。</div><div>没有办法集中，也没有办法控制自己的情绪。</div><div>常常低落的太难过。</div><div><br /></div><div>身边的人却只会为难。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-1282449082965422226?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-37521258326313376752010-05-24T02:04:00.000-07:002010-05-24T02:07:44.683-07:00有点彷徨，明天就要去照 x-ray。 <div><br /></div><div>不是第一次，可是就有点害怕。说不出为什么， 也没有为什么。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3752125832631337675?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-91994550975563303112010-05-22T21:45:00.000-07:002010-05-22T21:58:33.827-07:00有一种人，一辈子都不可以爱。<div><br /></div><div>昨晚，想了一整个晚上，想写他。 </div><div><br /></div><div>当他对你说，我明天要做什么都不知道，更何况是我们的将来？</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>4 个月过了，他还没说爱你，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>他从来不在facebook，承认你的存在，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当他对朋友说，他单身，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当你50 个小时找不到他，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当他一声不响，消失了一个周末，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当你等了他10个小时，他不会电，不回简讯，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当他觉得，他唯一的解压方法，就是每个周末去夜店，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>当他对家人不闻不问，</div><div><br /></div><div>你就应该离开他。</div><div><br /></div><div>一个没有责任感的男人， 一辈子都不要爱。</div><div><br /></div><div>这样子的男人，离开了并不会难过。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-9199455097556330311?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-43284154576716454772010-05-21T04:41:00.000-07:002010-05-21T04:48:27.225-07:00我以为，爱是一辈子的事！<div><br /></div><div>我以为，你的心就是我的永远！</div><div><br /></div><div>我以为，一切都不会不一样！</div><div><br /></div><div>我以为，平平淡淡的跟你一起过，就是幸福！</div><div><br /></div><div>我以为，只要我不变，这一切都会停留！</div><div><br /></div><div>可是，爱不是一辈子！</div><div><br /></div><div>可是，你的心放了别人！</div><div><br /></div><div>可是，一切都变了！</div><div><br /></div><div>可是，平淡的爱不是你要的！</div><div><br /></div><div>可是，你变了！</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4328415457671645477?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-14539437336452210612010-05-21T03:45:00.000-07:002010-05-21T04:36:23.679-07:00<div><br /></div><div>一个人的日子，很踏实。</div><div><br /></div><div>我一个人，做了很多从来没有想象自己会做的事。</div><div><br /></div><div>我一个人，做饭。</div><div><br /></div><div>我一个人，照顾自己。</div><div><br /></div><div>没有了你，我还是，过的好好的。</div><div><br /></div><div>很不想承认，你走了，也把我的心带走， 从此，我把心上锁了！</div><div><br /></div><div>每一次，想到你，泪会流，会难过。</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有一天，我要离开这个世界，我会对你说， 你觉得那个不爱你的女人，用了她的青春默默的爱着你！</div><div><br /></div><div>不要成为你的累赘，也不要成为你的负担！所以，我选择不做你的朋友！</div><div><br /></div><div>如果有个人，遇上了会让你永远都难过，为什么还要遇到呢？</div><div><br /></div><div>如果这是我欠你的债，我想我应该欠你很多！</div><div><br /></div><div>我在你什么都不是的时候，爱上你。</div><div><br /></div><div>而你，却在我什么都不是的时候，离开我。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-1453943733645221061?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-65695541081722341332010-04-05T17:20:00.000-07:002010-04-05T17:35:29.500-07:00最近，换了新电脑，由于不懂得用中文，所以好久都没有写心情。<div>心情，还好。</div><div>有些乱，有些时候搞不懂， 有些时候却不想懂!</div><div>从来就是个喜欢每件事都清清楚楚的人，喜欢把事情弄明白，不喜欢暧昧。</div><div><br /></div><div>或许，我不敢知道真相。</div><div><br /></div><div>你想什么，要说。我不会问。也不想去猜。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-6569554108172234133?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-44986299647752611272010-03-31T06:56:00.000-07:002010-03-31T06:57:57.598-07:00I think I should stop thinking. <div>I really should give up.</div><div>I am so tired. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4498629964775261127?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-1184361587478131622010-02-28T04:56:00.000-08:002010-02-28T04:57:21.216-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); ">很想念，有你们的日子。<div style="line-height: 17px; ">好久，没有开怀大笑了。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">也好久，没有与你们一起做傻事了。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">今天，是傻瓜一号的生日。生日快乐！</div><div style="line-height: 17px; "><br /></div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">好想，单纯的，看戏，吃饭，大笑。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">好想，有心思地去计划如何庆祝每一个朋友的生日。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">有你们的日子，即使一个人，我也不难过。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; "><br /></div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">***</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">傻瓜一号, 是个很可爱的女生。她，生活很规律。每天吃着一样的食物，每天穿着一样的制服。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">看着她最近的照片，她还是穿着条纹polo-T。 还是一样的发型，十年如一日。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">但是她瘦了。好像压力大了。</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">傻瓜一号,你要加油！</div><div style="line-height: 17px; ">傻瓜一号,我爱你！！！</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-118436158747813162?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-46734552197385354752010-02-27T23:16:00.000-08:002010-02-27T23:24:52.820-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/S4oY-8sq_3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zB7QOJnoIhM/s1600-h/P1060150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/S4oY-8sq_3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zB7QOJnoIhM/s320/P1060150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443190569355116402" /></a><br /><div>I said in my previous blog entry that I only cook simple and fast food. And I prefer to have meat and vege in one dish. This is one of the examples. Bitter gourd stuffed with minced meat. Mum's recipe and it is also my favorite. If you eat bitter gourd, this is so nice. I can assure you, everything is within 30 mins. </div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/S4oYxFfdeoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MJQMHS_fLcM/s1600-h/P1060133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/S4oYxFfdeoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MJQMHS_fLcM/s320/P1060133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443190331197454978" /></a>This was a while ago. Nearly forgot what I cook. Sambal kangkung and asam fish. The problem with kangkung is, once you cook it, you gotta eat immediately. <div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4673455219738535475?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-34676815019686059212010-02-18T03:54:00.000-08:002010-02-18T04:10:20.800-08:00好久都没有update, 因为一切都过去了。<div>那一天，我面对了，才发现，一切都不难。</div><div>现在，我努力的克服，不是感情的事。 </div><div>我看得越来越清楚，也让我越来越反感。</div><div>懊悔，无助，更觉得自己无能。</div><div><br /></div><div>渐渐的，我开始等待。</div><div>这是种等待吗？</div><div>我在等什么呢？</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3467681501968605921?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-31790889892347972252010-01-19T22:37:00.000-08:002010-01-19T22:38:53.250-08:00想念的爱，才会久！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3179088989234797225?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-29850947846076753902010-01-04T03:44:00.000-08:002010-01-04T03:58:33.309-08:00今年的跨年，我和一些认识了10年的朋友一起过。这一些朋友，总让我想到你。而垮年的时候，他们不再提醒我，与你的过去。<div>今天，我才想起，10年了！</div><div>10年前，我没有想过会遇到你！而我，遇到，爱过，也痛过。</div><div>10年后，我第一次，认认真真的为自己想，不要执著了！要学习去爱别人，对别人好！</div><div>那时我第二个目标！</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-2985094784607675390?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-35501190452949683552010-01-04T03:35:00.000-08:002010-01-04T03:43:28.326-08:00我今天，觉得你不重要了。<div>原来，当要忘记的时候，不需要理由，不需要原因，就这样，放下了你。</div><div>新的一年的第四天，我达到了新年的梦想。</div><div><br /></div><div>亲爱的，祝福你！</div><div><br /></div><div>在我踏入28的当下，突然，想了很多，自我检讨。我想，下一个，我会做得更好。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3550119045294968355?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-82789968576507605132009-12-15T19:56:00.000-08:002009-12-15T20:17:15.843-08:00Remember i say, if I meet someone totally unfit my criteria (or rather my parent's expectation), would I have to courage to start something with him? <div><br /></div><div>The answer is NO!</div><div><br /></div><div>All these while, I have never disobey what my parents say. NEVER. From choosing my education path, my career direction, and even the scholarship. Many people don't understand, why would i give up a good scholarship in Europe. My parents didn't say that I can't go. Dad just look into my eyes and told me it is too far away. I know they are always right, they want me to be good. I know if I were to fly to Europe and things didn't go well, I might be depress and no one could help me. But, things are different in Melb, I would have more friends and the time difference allowed me to talk to friends back home. No one could love me more than they do! </div><div><br /></div><div>He is good, he pampered me like someone used to be, he has the same smile, good looking, ambitious, doing well in his career, earning good money... but he is not the one!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8278996857650760513?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-56547591712826316192009-12-14T22:56:00.000-08:002009-12-14T23:28:34.828-08:00最近病得快要死掉。。。好多话想说，却提不起劲。<div><br /><div>你记得吗？8年前的你，是一个毫无信心的男人，怕羞，又不懂得如何与人交谈。当时，由个傻瓜，常常在你身边，告诉你，你是很棒的！</div><div><br /></div><div>然后，当有一天，你变得更有魅力，更好的时候，你对她说，我一直努力在前进，而你却站在原地，我们的距离，越来越远了。</div><div><br /></div><div>这个女人，很努力的，创下一个又一个的理想，努力的让自己变得不平凡。</div><div><br /></div><div>6年后的今天，她毅然发现，那个让她奋斗的男人，再次失却了信心。</div><div><br /></div><div>她想说，让我再一次的扶你一把，以一个朋友的身份！</div><div>她想说，真正的朋友，不会因为你一无所有而遗弃你，真正的朋友，因为你的成功而欢呼，真正的朋友，因为你的沮丧而难过。</div><div>每个人，都有个过渡期，不会永远顺心如意，也不会永远低落，失落的日子会过去的！</div><div>人生要有起有落，才会格外珍惜！</div><div>当你站在人身的最低点，抬头望一望吧， 最坏的已经过去了， 前面的路，不会那么坎坷！</div><div>把你的信心找回来，再次创下另一个高峰！</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-5654759171282631619?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-80058129201650530962009-12-05T23:22:00.000-08:002009-12-05T23:23:54.474-08:00It came across my mind that one should date a sweet talker than a good looking cute guy. At least, many yrs later when he is no longer cute with lots of wrinkles, he is still able to make you smile ;D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8005812920165053096?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-17858130165626900742009-12-03T00:31:00.000-08:002009-12-03T00:38:51.824-08:00听你说回忆两个字，我觉得很恶心。<div>当初放手的是你，你凭什么说回忆？凭什么想念？</div><div>你想知道我过得怎样对不对？</div><div>离开你，我没有后悔过！</div><div>后悔的是，把时间浪费在你身上， 一次又一次的为你努力！</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-1785813016562690074?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-52182737716842488772009-12-01T00:54:00.000-08:002009-12-01T01:42:41.728-08:00电话接通了，你哈罗了两声，我把它挂了。<div>我用了十万个理由欺骗自己，说我要找的人不是你，说我只想问候，说我没有留恋，说我只想告别。</div><div>我一个人坐在候机室，看着外面的雨点，雨，总是让人特别惆怅。</div><div><br /></div><div>挂了电话，我告诉自己，回去以后，就因该重新开始。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-5218273771684248877?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-90977807179269414142009-11-30T01:44:00.000-08:002009-11-30T01:49:23.769-08:00I think this is not normal, well, maybe it is not normally happened to me. I felt really grumpy and easily annoyed few days before i left home. I don't feel like talking to ppl especially those who ask me again and again when is my flight and what time is my flight. If I could just wrote on my face my flight info...<br /><br />I felt extremely emo.<br /><br />And I am not good in answering when ppl ask me how was my holiday? It was great but it has already ended. =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-9097780717926941414?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-69694209512604271522009-10-28T05:51:00.000-07:002009-10-28T06:02:30.234-07:00一直以来，对于择偶，都有一则标准。<div>这个男人，一定要有理想，不可以玩世不恭，不可以吊儿郎当。</div><div>他一定要是个将来结婚的对象。</div><div>他一定要对感情认真。</div><div><br /></div><div>现在想想，这样太累了。</div><div>遇到的人，反而不适合。</div><div>爱情太理智，是不是就不能成功？</div><div><br /></div><div>不顾一切的去爱，会不会快乐些？</div><div>如果让我遇上了，我会有勇气爱上一个不被理智接受的男人吗？</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-6969420951260427152?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-44271596086415603472009-10-26T00:21:00.000-07:002009-10-26T00:32:32.851-07:00I am sick at home. If you have a little bit of humanity, please stop moaning about ur failure to get the top scholarship or ur failure to get the best bf in the world and expect me to console your fragile heart.<br /><br />I have been lying on the bed the whole day. Couldn't do anything. Yet I have to force myself to go out and get dinner. Independent is the word. It is not the end of the world if u lost someone who meant everything to you. You lead your own life. You can choose to shine like a star or live like rubbish. It is your choice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4427159608641560347?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-87431135128327400582009-10-24T04:38:00.000-07:002009-10-24T04:51:07.043-07:00I tried to blog something but nothing happen. Those that really exciting are not suppose to tell here. hahaha<br /><br />Out of sudden, I kinda miss mum's cintan goreng. We don't eat instant noodle at home. So, when i was small, it is kinda special to eat instant noodles. It normally happened when mum is too lazy to cook which seldom happen. Or, when i m hungry at night, mum will cook supper for me.<br /><br />I was hungry justnow. Somehow I have some shallots at home. So, i tried to cook mum's cintan goreng. It taste horrible. Well, i blame it on the horrible aussie maggi. Australia maggi taste different from those we get from malaysia. I purposely choose Asian flavour, thought it would be relatively similar to those we get in malaysia, but it prove me wrong!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I miss mum.... When i was 18, I can call home and cry for nothing. When I was 21, I can still call home and cry when my laptop is broken. But now I am 27.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8743113512832740058?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-59577215090632865372009-10-11T04:26:00.000-07:002009-10-11T04:35:39.197-07:00我常常会，不经意地想起你。<br />遇上挫折的时候，我总是想起的你。<br />或许，你曾在我最难过的时候，伴着我。<br />当爱情不顺利的时候，我总是想起你。<br />因为，你曾经是我的唯一。<br />记忆里的你，很清晰。<br />我清楚地记得，你的五官。却完全记不起，你的表情。<br />我想，我放开了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-5957721509063286537?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-92039018780416819242009-10-10T04:36:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:46:39.726-07:00Sat 10-10-09<br /><br />8.00 a.m. wake up, wash up, changed<br />8.40 a.m. at work, take out the samples<br />8.45 a.m. breakfast<br />9.00 a.m. Protein assay<br />9.45 a.m. gel casting<br />10.30 a.m. read plate<br />11.00 a.m. run gel<br />12.30 p.m. immunohistochemistry<br />1.00 p.m. lunch<br />1.30 p.m. transfer<br />2.30 p.m. blocking<br />2.45 p.m. protein assay<br />4.00 p.m. cast gel<br />5.00 p.m. primary antibody<br />5.30 p.m. off work<br />6.00 p.m. prepare dinner<br />7.30 p.m. wonder what should I do for the rest of the night........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-9203901878041681924?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-32511624521004644542009-09-24T03:16:00.001-07:002009-09-24T03:28:51.043-07:00愿本着一切都是我的！<br /><br />婚礼，结婚照，一切一切！<br /><br />你说过，25岁结婚，你在新加坡看到的那个戒指，我们的蜜月！<br /><br />这一切一切，都是你说过的。<br /><br />我只是静静地听，没有意见。<br />因为，只要和你在一起，没有华丽的婚礼，没有婚纱，我也无所谓！<br /><br />这一切，现在都属于别人，包括那取消了的婚礼!<br /><br />我应该幸灾乐祸吗？我应该高兴吗？<br /><br /><br />然而，我高兴不了，反而担心，担心你发生了什么事情.<br /><br />有你的消息，真得很累！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3251162452100464454?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-13052431656654173272009-09-23T04:44:00.000-07:002009-09-23T04:45:50.054-07:00不要同情伤害你的人，那么你永远都只是弱者！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-1305243165665417327?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-85157577435680051162009-09-22T00:41:00.000-07:002009-09-22T00:57:52.922-07:00曾经为了你，我忘了梦想。<br /><br />也因为你，我得到了很多，很多！<br /><br />昨晚，想起你，我想哭。<br /><br />不是难过失去你。<br /><br />是因为，这些年来，你也没有过的比我好！<br /><br />原来，我还是希望你快乐！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8515757743568005116?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-75580239452861816132009-09-21T01:50:00.000-07:002009-09-21T01:56:26.148-07:00走着，走着，我愣住了。<br />回头一看，是什么把我带到这里？<br /><br />那一年，我遗失了梦想，遗失了人生。<br /><br />我只是低着头，默默地走着走着，走到了这里。<br /><br />原来，我离开原地很远了。<br /><br />原来，我回不去了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-7558023945286181613?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-81438136401250093332009-09-16T06:12:00.000-07:002009-09-16T06:13:17.152-07:00谈恋爱不要太执著，有些人永远不会再回来了！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-8143813640125009333?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-3121961791095252142009-08-06T04:14:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:30:00.315-07:00I dreamt of,<br />my own funeral. People around were asking the type of funeral I want.<br /><br />I dreamt of,<br />I turn on the gas, closed all the windows and go to bed.<br /><br />weird dream...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-312196179109525214?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-40880261945385861642009-08-02T05:06:00.000-07:002009-09-21T01:59:44.153-07:00经历了一些事，觉得自己长大了。<br />原来，现在的我，才真正体会人生。<br />哥说，有一天，当我回头，我会发现，这一切，其实没什么。<br />我知道，有一天，我会觉得，应该感谢这些让我经历这一切的人。<br />他们，让我变得更好。<br />有磨练，才有进步。<br /><br />一直以来，我就是我自己。<br />我不喜欢比较，也不喜欢被比较。<br />我一直，都没所谓。<br /><br />自小，我觉得，只要让父母开心，就是我最大的成就。<br />直到现在也一样。<br />我不敢在别人面前这么说，我怕，这样会让人觉得我没大志。<br /><br />我怕，看到父母失望的眼神。<br />所以，我很努力。<br />我做的一切，一直都是想让父母开心。<br />我觉得，从小，让他们担心的事，已经够多了。<br />我现在能做的，就是让他们开心。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4088026194538586164?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-91196529859519139112009-07-22T04:57:00.000-07:002009-07-22T05:02:17.649-07:00我，突然想家了。<br />突然就，一股感觉冲上脑，想家了！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-9119652985951913911?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-62327252123534606852009-07-11T23:34:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:31:31.366-07:00You might not know, I would only cook something that are <strong>simple</strong> and <strong>fast</strong> (not longer than half an hour). These are the few examples:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357459414379291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/SlmE88ymY7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nAvHmAe709Q/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Thai pork salad</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357459410016129186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/SlmE8siV0KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GDcbvfFBwYY/s320/P1050877.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Lemon grass chicken<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357459094235621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/SlmEqUKZqhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_ZCd1XKfUDA/s320/P1050868.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Curry chicken</p><p align="center"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-6232725212353460685?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-6607508431804687742009-07-11T04:52:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:32:55.017-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/Slh9IEVkBdI/AAAAAAAAADs/O_5qWFHY7kQ/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357169334313813458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mpmH8t4ZT0/Slh9IEVkBdI/AAAAAAAAADs/O_5qWFHY7kQ/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /></a> I know, I know... This is something you could never imagine that I would wear right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....<br /><br />Yes, it's my legs and it's my socks..... My new socks!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-660750843180468774?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-66369919777627698432009-07-06T06:07:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:33:30.541-07:00The same song repeated for the whole day, more than 30 times? It reminds me of the long lost feeling, the detergent smell of your shirt when i laid my head on your back. It reminds me of the cold air-conditioning in your car. It reminds me of our first valentine's night when you brought me out for dinner. It reminds me of your voice when u sing the song.<br /><br />I will keep playing... until one day it reminds me of nothing......<br /><br />Be strong, baby!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-6636991977762769843?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-13774570110575003852009-06-23T04:40:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:53:58.439-07:00在上学的路上，看到路旁的树，叶子转黄了，也掉了。<br />原来，每一天，周遭的事物，都在变。<br />唯一不变的，是一颗可以应变的心。<br />***<br /><br />不要为了样貌而引以为傲，也不要为了出众的智慧而沾沾自喜，<br />要为了自己能在逆境中求生而自豪。<br />因为有一天，当你一无所有的时候，你还能活下去。<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-1377457011057500385?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-4900156593330401282009-06-23T04:13:00.001-07:002009-06-23T04:56:51.171-07:00今早收到一个offline message, 是昨晚半夜送的，一个让我偷笑了一整个早上的message.<br />来自一个融掉的朋友，被盲目的爱情融化的女人，又是一个无知少女。LOL...<br />爱情萌芽时，连他的一个动作，都会变得很感动，对吧？<br />他的一个sms会让你想飞，对吧？<br />同时，也会让你摔的遍体鳞伤，再发誓不要再这样盲目的爱着一个人。<br />结果呢？下一秒就忘得清光了。<br /><br />我一边偷笑，一边禁不住想，我以前是不是这样白痴呀？<br />那我白痴的时候，是不是也这样一幅傻样？<br /><br />P/S：我好像听到，远处有个白痴在骂我‘死鬼’，然后又自己在偷笑。是不是很白痴?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-490015659333040128?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-33698457173857500002009-06-23T04:13:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:14:23.565-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3369845717385750000?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-41751916992143809182009-06-22T05:04:00.000-07:002009-06-22T05:13:47.479-07:00尝试站得远一点，或许你会觉得，事情没那么严重。<br />静观其变。<br />一动不如一静。<br />态度放软一些，或许事情就迎刃而解了。<br /><br />我相信，你的智慧，会帮到你！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-4175191699214380918?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-33076952564660777142009-06-21T21:34:00.000-07:002009-06-21T21:53:37.381-07:00我昨晚睡不着觉。。。<br />从朋友那里听说，你为深爱着的他，伤心，不知所措。 却一直装着，装着坚强。<br />我有点难过。。。<br /><br />曾经，<br />在朋友难过的时候，我们把她拉出来，一起陪伴。。。<br />一起唱歌。。。把难过都唱出来。。。<br />曾经，<br />我们不多说，<br />在朋友难过的时候，<br />装着不懂，只是紧紧的陪伴着。。。<br />曾经，<br />我每天都偷看你们的部落，只要知道你们的一切。。。<br /><br />如今什么变了？<br />我变得不一样了。。。<br />我记不起上一次，看你的部落是几时？<br /><br />原来，我忙得有点失去了自己。。。<br />原来，我已不懂该怎么开始关心。。。<br />原来，我想说，我的关心，还在！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-3307695256466077714?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-51613704624818776042009-04-10T05:31:00.000-07:002009-04-10T05:57:42.673-07:00我想，把爱情写在这里。<br />让我记得，曾经爱过。<br />或许，有一天，在遇上爱的时候，我会更懂得爱。<br /><br />我想说。。。<br /><br />我把话吞回去了。看到了你和她的照片，我什么都不能说。<br />我一直，只能祝福。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-5161370462481877604?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628557310951291717.post-9326523575594886012009-01-05T02:29:00.000-08:002009-01-05T02:32:08.968-08:00最近的一些事，让我联想到你了。<br />我到了地球的另一边，离得你远远的。你的冬天，是我的夏天。<br />两条平行线，永远都没有交际的一天。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628557310951291717-932652357559488601?l=purpleapple827.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ppl3http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643003037207692580noreply@blogger.com0