<?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-6266894062355325738</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:30:11.331+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to say...我想说...</title><subtitle type='html'>这里有我的寻觅与擒，暴走与抒情。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-6463971428108180422</id><published>2011-10-06T19:44:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:15:25.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>诶，等待，原来你在这儿啊。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;我自认自己一直都懂得去追寻，勇敢与坚持，&lt;br /&gt;自以为她们一直都处于值得崇尚且又如此高尚的一个座位，&lt;br /&gt;原来却一直忽略了在高尚座位的背后，&lt;br /&gt;还有这么一个等待，以非常低调的姿态，&lt;br /&gt;逐渐地、顽强地，消磨着你，&lt;br /&gt;使你在生命当中不容忽视她的存在。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='诶，等待，原来你在这儿啊。'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-2824449469073110432</id><published>2011-04-22T16:03:00.019+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:23:17.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>十年爱，五年忘怀</title><content type='html'>听说，有多爱，就有多恨，&lt;br /&gt;对此，我很认同。&lt;br /&gt;只是觉得这一个说法还不够全面，&lt;br /&gt;因为它会让我误以为，&lt;br /&gt;爱与恨，有直接关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨，是源于爱，&lt;br /&gt;然而恨，其实是受了伤害之后的副作用，&lt;br /&gt;一定是趾高气昂的心灵被创伤后，&lt;br /&gt;才会产生的一个自然现象，&lt;br /&gt;可以在不知不觉中诞生，&lt;br /&gt;也或许潜藏在内心的某个角落里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也听说爱，不分对错；不可强求。&lt;br /&gt;就因为如此，恨一个没犯错的人，&lt;br /&gt;只会让自己觉得是在无理取闹，&lt;br /&gt;迫使自己迟迟不敢面对，&lt;br /&gt;所以对爱过的人才会耿耿于怀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;借用严云侬的话说：&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;记得是最好的忘掉&lt;/em&gt;”，&lt;br /&gt;唯有释怀才算是对症下药。&lt;br /&gt;是不是也听说过，爱一个人有多久，&lt;br /&gt;你就必须用相应的时间来忘怀？&lt;br /&gt;如果你身有同感，相信你不会质疑这一番话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情，是一个挖掘过程，&lt;br /&gt;可以是无穷无尽的。&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，是同时在原地挖掘，&lt;br /&gt;且爱得越深，则挖得越深，&lt;br /&gt;甚至深不见底，没有尽头。&lt;br /&gt;当你深爱一个人五年时，挖掘已有五年之深，&lt;br /&gt;那表示你需要另外五年的时间来返回原面。&lt;br /&gt;当对方说爱你已十年之久，&lt;br /&gt;别忘了五年是深爱，&lt;br /&gt;剩下的五年，&lt;br /&gt;是从决定放下时开始，用来忘掉。&lt;br /&gt;之后，这份爱，&lt;br /&gt;才算了结。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也许是自己犯贱；也许，这就是爱情。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-2824449469073110432?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/2824449469073110432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>回家了</title><content type='html'>回家了，享受着淡淡的喜悦和幸福，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;品尝着家里的温柔与感动。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然家里的摆设有了少许的变动，&lt;br /&gt;但感觉依旧，感情依旧。&lt;br /&gt;让我感到意外的是，&lt;br /&gt;心情也依旧平静。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是太熟悉的家，太熟悉得连心情也没有高低起伏，&lt;br /&gt;使我感到舒服、自在得理所当然。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-3901421365195491688?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/3901421365195491688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/3901421365195491688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/3901421365195491688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='回家了'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-5712502435099536958</id><published>2010-11-18T11:46:00.022+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:52:18.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Your Hand; Holding Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+12;"&gt;Holding your hand is like holding sand,&lt;br /&gt;it loses a little with the passage of time.&lt;br /&gt;If one day I release,&lt;br /&gt;for sure the precious comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running! Hunting! Pursuing! Crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The efforts of retrieving are just in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Making amends has no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;nor regreting it will reduce the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only course of not losing,&lt;br /&gt;is holding it with full strength.&lt;br /&gt;Not even during the hard time,&lt;br /&gt;nor when I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding it; feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there would be less or not much left;&lt;br /&gt;it remains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as I hold it tight.&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/6266894062355325738-5712502435099536958?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5712502435099536958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/11/holding-sand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5712502435099536958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5712502435099536958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/11/holding-sand.html' title='Holding Your Hand; Holding Sand'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-8470423661918115800</id><published>2010-10-25T23:34:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:21:18.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>每日一句</title><content type='html'>看不见他人的内在美，&lt;br /&gt;是源于自己修养得不够；&lt;br /&gt;而只看得见别人的不完美，&lt;br /&gt;是源于自己的不完美。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-8470423661918115800?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/8470423661918115800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/8470423661918115800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/8470423661918115800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='每日一句'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4862841646433813325</id><published>2010-09-27T01:04:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:03:57.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>冥冥之中，有没有一段爱情，真正属于我。</title><content type='html'>我以往的爱情，都是在我最有自信时，&lt;br /&gt;或是最脆弱的时候，被滋生的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，能不能够有一段爱情，&lt;br /&gt;是没有任何布置，也没有特别的理由，&lt;br /&gt;就在不知不觉中，降临于我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不奢望她可以流芳百世，&lt;br /&gt;也不需要她像古装戏里那般煽情绵绵，&lt;br /&gt;只愿她在天摇地动时，可以安安稳稳的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽说如此，我还是觊觎她可以永垂不朽，&lt;br /&gt;因为唯有不朽，她才算是真正的存活过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道这些只能够是一个幻想，一种渴望？&lt;br /&gt;难道这些只能够在小说或电影里活现？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有谁可以告诉我，冥冥之中，&lt;br /&gt;能不能够有一段爱情，&lt;br /&gt;不束缚于现实，但却那般的真实？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又有谁可以告诉我，冥冥之中，&lt;br /&gt;有没有一段爱情，真正属于我？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4862841646433813325?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4862841646433813325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4862841646433813325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4862841646433813325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_27.html' title='冥冥之中，有没有一段爱情，真正属于我。'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-8877556797180789303</id><published>2010-09-03T00:24:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:59:36.295+11:00</updated><title type='text'>不在乎曾经拥有，只在乎天长地久</title><content type='html'>有一种拥有对我而言，&lt;br /&gt;如果是短暂的，并不算拥有，&lt;br /&gt;唯有永有，才是真正的拥有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如亲情、爱情和友情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想信，&lt;br /&gt;信念，会帮我实现；&lt;br /&gt;信念，也会把永恒活现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我在乎。拥有&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-8877556797180789303?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/8877556797180789303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/8877556797180789303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/8877556797180789303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='不在乎曾经拥有，只在乎天长地久'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4031819448261053982</id><published>2010-08-25T18:41:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:06:31.934+11:00</updated><title type='text'>在生活中，一个应该学会好好相处的对象</title><content type='html'>曾经是多么的天真烂漫，多么的愚昧无知。&lt;br /&gt;想必以后的生活构造，会像当时一样风调雨顺的延续下去。&lt;br /&gt;对于未来的成就，也认为将理所当然的降临于我。&lt;br /&gt;可是就在人生的路途中，&lt;br /&gt;会遇到你意想不到，防不及防的不速之客。&lt;br /&gt;而这个不速之客已被人取了不少名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人把它命名为体验；有些人称之为考验，&lt;br /&gt;有些人说是一种经历，一种过程；&lt;br /&gt;甚至有些人把它叫作是一中痛苦，一种折磨。&lt;br /&gt;而我说，不管它叫什么来着，它则是改变命运的重要关键。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，我不太喜欢这个东西，&lt;br /&gt;我对其物则是又爱又恨的。&lt;br /&gt;我祈求它一刻都别降临在我身上，&lt;br /&gt;离我越远越好。&lt;br /&gt;我承认我是畏惧着它的杀伤力，&lt;br /&gt;害怕它将会带走我所喜爱的。&lt;br /&gt;但它一向都是来无踪影，&lt;br /&gt;想来就来，想走就走，&lt;br /&gt;没有妥协的余地，更别想逃走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既然逃都逃不掉了，倒不如和它好好相处。&lt;br /&gt;相处得好，或许成长就会更快一些，&lt;br /&gt;比别人更多一些，甚至快乐也容易一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我想，最好在它还没到访之前，&lt;br /&gt;先学会和它相处的方法才是明智的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4031819448261053982?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4031819448261053982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4031819448261053982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4031819448261053982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_25.html' title='在生活中，一个应该学会好好相处的对象'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-9073582313054425493</id><published>2010-08-07T00:33:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:14:39.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>一个我最想去的地方</title><content type='html'>曾经一个人去过了许多地方，&lt;br /&gt;到了许多国家旅游，&lt;br /&gt;看过了青山绿水，&lt;br /&gt;看过了春花秋月，流水桃花，&lt;br /&gt;也看过了古色古香，华灯璀璨，&lt;br /&gt;更穿过了秋天落叶，&lt;br /&gt;踏过了雪，溜过了冰，&lt;br /&gt;踩过了巨大沙漠，&lt;br /&gt;吹过了海风，飞过了海洋，&lt;br /&gt;享受过星光的闪烁，&lt;br /&gt;也见过了各式各样的风土人情，&lt;br /&gt;感受了人性最美的热情洋溢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;种种的原因足够让我迷恋着这些地方，&lt;br /&gt;也促使了我有一个理想的落脚地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原以为心中已住着一个地方，但原来不是。&lt;br /&gt;生命中除了美丽的风景和人情以外，还有最珍贵的情感。&lt;br /&gt;一直到你的出现才让我明白，走过看过只是为了找到你，&lt;br /&gt;而有你的地方，才是我最想去的地方。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-9073582313054425493?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/9073582313054425493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/9073582313054425493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/9073582313054425493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='一个我最想去的地方'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-2923028381116462785</id><published>2010-07-03T23:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:52:18.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To Brazil</title><content type='html'>To Brazil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too worried with the results, and every team has experienced win and lose.&lt;br /&gt;A win or lose is not the major concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lost, We enjoyed the previous games you gave to us.&lt;br /&gt;We will never forget how did your performance impress us,&lt;br /&gt;and how did your enthusiasm towards football infect us,&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy a lot with the style you play, that is keep attacking and attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you've told us that how amazing the football is,&lt;br /&gt;how much fun and joy the football gives to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be pity for not winning the game,&lt;br /&gt;but that's ain't everything.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we try our best, everyone is a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be the best in the world,&lt;br /&gt;but you are always the best to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying playing football and live out the football's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support you always, and that's what supporters do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all love football!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-2923028381116462785?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/2923028381116462785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-brazil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2923028381116462785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2923028381116462785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-brazil.html' title='To Brazil'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4290898056405162508</id><published>2010-07-01T20:25:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:43:20.657+10:00</updated><title type='text'>人生要有目标，爱情需要真挚。</title><content type='html'>在网上看到这一句，觉得挺有意思的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“什么是黑暗，什么是光明？即便把自己从黑暗中解脱出来了，但等待我们的还是一片空白，就像高考，就像混乱的爱情。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知是否有人感觉到，原来考上了大学，毕业了，&lt;br /&gt;然后接下来的还是不知去向？&lt;br /&gt;不知是否有人感觉到，原来曾经爱过的，沉迷的，&lt;br /&gt;最后竟然是那么不堪一击？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人不知道为了什么而努力，只单纯地为了努力而努力。&lt;br /&gt;而有些人不知道何为爱，因何而爱，只单纯地为了游戏而去爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在生活中，或许有很多人懂得如何做出对的选择或则做对的事。&lt;br /&gt;但是我怀疑，是不是人们都清楚知道，&lt;br /&gt;在做出每一个选择或则是做每一件事的时候，&lt;br /&gt;那理由和原因，到底是什么？&lt;br /&gt;他们是否有真正的考虑过？&lt;br /&gt;或则是百分百的确定？&lt;br /&gt;就算是潜意思里渗透了解也好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生要有目标，爱情需要真挚。&lt;br /&gt;哪怕那目标短浅，哪怕那爱情简单，&lt;br /&gt;也好过飘浮在大海中央，迷失了方向，迷失了自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4290898056405162508?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4290898056405162508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4290898056405162508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4290898056405162508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='人生要有目标，爱情需要真挚。'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-1005255332486042599</id><published>2010-05-30T18:10:00.018+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:24:26.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>心房出租 My Heart To Let</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/TAIiw43R-SI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oV2uVxGr8cU/s1600/Love+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476978320129259810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/TAIiw43R-SI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oV2uVxGr8cU/s320/Love+House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;心房出租&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只限一人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不论出身，不论背景&lt;br /&gt;不收费用，但愿真心 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;随时都可以搬进&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;接受与满足任何要求&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯一条件是：住上一辈子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Heart To Let&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Available at any time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No restrictions, no sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No cost for staying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet please no lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter what you need,&lt;br /&gt;I will give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Forever you stay,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-1005255332486042599?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/1005255332486042599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-to-let-available-at-any-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/1005255332486042599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/1005255332486042599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-to-let-available-at-any-time.html' title='心房出租 My Heart To Let'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/TAIiw43R-SI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oV2uVxGr8cU/s72-c/Love+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4315074939236176293</id><published>2010-05-07T22:28:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:16:08.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>平凡是美，即是一种不平凡。</title><content type='html'>平凡在你眼中是怎样的一个东西？&lt;br /&gt;是平庸吗？还是有一种说不出的美丽？&lt;br /&gt;是平平无奇？还是深藏着许多的秘密？&lt;br /&gt;或则，她对你根本就不算是什么东西？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人人都以为，她没什么价值，没什么特色，连看都不看一眼的，不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;她常被忽略，不被重视，甚至已被抛在脑后，想都没想过。&lt;br /&gt;因此，他们才看不到它的美，看不到它存在的价值。&lt;br /&gt;其实他们跟本就没有真正的欣赏过她，又怎么能看到深藏在内处的光彩，&lt;br /&gt;又凭什么对她做出绝对的评价呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家都说，她缺乏独特性，缺乏创新。&lt;br /&gt;但人人都追求新颖，寻找着趣味，你说，&lt;br /&gt;他们怎么会不忽视了她？&lt;br /&gt;我说啊！当人们都再追求着所谓的“独特”时，&lt;br /&gt;平凡已经渐渐变得独特，渐渐变成一种不平凡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这世上有种种平凡带着帘，等着被揭开。&lt;br /&gt;与独特相比，她是生活得多么地低调和谦虚，&lt;br /&gt;她的美是如此地五彩缤纷，而从不炫耀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一位在菜市场卖菜的中年人也许是一种平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位开杂货店的老板也许是一种平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位开着巴士的男士也许是一种平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位在小学教书的女教师也许是一种平凡。&lt;br /&gt;但是，&lt;br /&gt;一位为了养活家人而在菜市场卖菜的中年人就是一种不平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位为了能够供孩子读书而开杂货店的老板是一种不平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位为了筹钱给他心爱的人名分而开着巴士的男士是一种不平凡；&lt;br /&gt;一位为了教育小学生成才而在小学教书的女教师也是一种不平凡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一封信它可以很普通，也一样可以让你哭，让你笑；&lt;br /&gt;一个小小的蛋糕可以很普通，也一样可以让你一生难忘；&lt;br /&gt;一句问候可以很普通，也一样可以让你心尝温暖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一个小小的平凡里都有着伟大的梦想，&lt;br /&gt;每一个小小的平凡里都带着无比的感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;试着想想，如果世界上少了这些平凡，那会是一个怎么样的世界？&lt;br /&gt;如果人人都想成为大人物，那谁来当这些小人物？&lt;br /&gt;每一个平凡都和那所谓的“独特”结为一体的，&lt;br /&gt;每一位大人物都是由这些小人物支撑着的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在想想，我开始认同了平凡是福这句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我说她是美的，她也是一种不平凡。&lt;br /&gt;如果你认为平凡没什么了不起，你也没有错。&lt;br /&gt;但很抱歉，我只能说这是一种可惜，&lt;br /&gt;可惜你不懂得平凡的美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;这一生只愿只要平凡快乐，谁说这样不伟大呢？&lt;/em&gt;（五月天 - 阿信）&lt;br /&gt;送给每一个平凡又美丽的你！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4315074939236176293?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4315074939236176293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4315074939236176293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;利用了我最喜欢的深蓝色，深深的吸引了我去解开这谜底。&lt;br /&gt;于是，我试着接下去完成这一幅图画。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而，我现在则是一点头绪也没有，&lt;br /&gt;只是茫然跟着你用过的深蓝色，在图画里添上几画。&lt;br /&gt;就在那一瞬间，你也突然开始动手画上几笔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们彼此互相把图画里剩余的空间填上，&lt;br /&gt;而这幅图画，也开始显得好像有了去向。&lt;br /&gt;就在你和我的默契之下，我似乎看到了你最初想要画的图案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因此，我变得更着急，&lt;br /&gt;着急着想看到最终的答案，&lt;br /&gt;且加快了我动笔的速度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为，我们会一直同声同气，联手把这幅图画完成，&lt;br /&gt;但让我出乎预料的是，在我加快速度的同时，&lt;br /&gt;你竟然做出了相反的反应，像是在暗示我这不是你最初想要的作品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就因为如此，我开始有了矛盾，&lt;br /&gt;也因为你突如其来的反应而迷失。&lt;br /&gt;之后，就是在懊悔，迷惑，自责与反省之中徘徊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然，你却在我还没有完全恢复原有的状态时，&lt;br /&gt;又主动地继续把画接下去，使我也不能自拔地跟随着你去探个究竟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，在经过了种种的变化之后，这幅图画依然未完成，&lt;br /&gt;这时，我才恍然大悟，原来当初，&lt;br /&gt;你只是随意在我心里涂鸦而已。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-1956319072193666106?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;直到我开始怀疑自己是否铸成大错时，自问是问心有愧，&lt;br /&gt;才把她逐出我心房，再把心门换了锁，永久把她隔离在外。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从此心房返回了原有的模样，再也没有真正的解封过。&lt;br /&gt;原以为在空荡荡的心房里，再也没有谁。&lt;br /&gt;一直到我突然感觉好像有个人窍门而入，&lt;br /&gt;再仔细一看，竟然是她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才发现，原来，在我第一次遇见她的时候，&lt;br /&gt;我已经把一把能够解开我所有锁的锁匙，&lt;br /&gt;交给了她。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-5731450269614822334?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5731450269614822334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5731450269614822334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你迟疑了一阵子后，向我微笑，再转身往班机入口处走。&lt;br /&gt;我还来不及消化我杂乱的思绪，就立即喊道：&lt;br /&gt;“不管多久！我都会等你回来！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你点一点头微笑着，像是表示你收到我传递的信息，&lt;br /&gt;也像是你感激我这些年来对你的照顾。&lt;br /&gt;但实际上，是你付出的比我还要多。&lt;br /&gt;我恳求这不是你以微笑回馈我的形式，先把我们的一切寄存在回忆库，&lt;br /&gt;然后再把我放在一个没有未来的国度里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我也不知道，当时我所说的那一句话，&lt;br /&gt;到底是说出了我心底话？&lt;br /&gt;还是耍孩子气想让你留下？&lt;br /&gt;而之后又会对此负起多少的责任？&lt;br /&gt;对于这些，我一直都找不到答案，&lt;br /&gt;一直到最后我才明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从这一天起，我像是一个向爱情告别的单身汉。&lt;br /&gt;每一天，一个人去上班，一个人吃饭，&lt;br /&gt;一个人看电影，开始练习一个人生活着。&lt;br /&gt;我曾经承诺过你，我会好好的一个人生活，&lt;br /&gt;学会习惯你不在我左右的日子。&lt;br /&gt;我以为我可以凭借着回忆来消化我对你的思念，&lt;br /&gt;但原来我只是个不积极的学者，&lt;br /&gt;不但没有努力地学习一个人生活，&lt;br /&gt;还沉迷在无季节的思念当中。&lt;br /&gt;你或许会认为，&lt;br /&gt;这些主要都是因为我感到孤单寂寞才会有的症状。&lt;br /&gt;但你又是否曾想过？&lt;br /&gt;在你还未出现在我生活里时，&lt;br /&gt;我从未感到如此寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;或许自从在你容入我生命里的时候，&lt;br /&gt;我已经失去了度过“没有你的日子”的能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两年了，我一个人生活着已有两年了。两年是说长不长，说短不短。&lt;br /&gt;不长是因为日子一直颠覆着，没有你为我填满已脱色的精彩，生活原来是如此的乏味。&lt;br /&gt;不短是因为我离不开已被施法的眷恋，每天浸泡在思念你的国度里，&lt;br /&gt;在寻找着打消我欲望的当中，生活原来是如此的漫长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道？&lt;br /&gt;每天早上，我一起床，就会用你喜欢的薄荷味牙膏刷牙。&lt;br /&gt;吃早餐时，一定会喝你爱喝的三合一咖啡。&lt;br /&gt;每个周末，都会到你爱去的玉林餐厅吃午饭。&lt;br /&gt;每当经过我们经常去的快乐杯时，一定会买你爱喝的芋头味奶茶。&lt;br /&gt;每当我玩电脑玩得太久时，便会想起你那张生气又可爱的脸叫我停下。&lt;br /&gt;每当我在看书的时候，一定会听你最爱的卡农。&lt;br /&gt;在我睡觉之前，我也一定会想你一遍，这样我才能够入睡，&lt;br /&gt;满足我盼你在我左右的欲望。&lt;br /&gt;原来每一天，在不同的时候，我都会以不同的形式去思念你，&lt;br /&gt;而这些形式已慢慢变成习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不时会胡思乱想，甚至想到极点时，会崩溃。&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑老天爷是不是在惩罚我，才按排我们暂时分开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了你可以回来我身边，我可以学会变乖，&lt;br /&gt;我愿意付出一切，甚至彻底地改变。&lt;br /&gt;平时你说我不爱干净，也不爱打扫，东西总是乱丢；&lt;br /&gt;现在我不但会把用了的东西放回原位，还不时会收拾和打扫家里。&lt;br /&gt;平时你说我不爱打扮，总是穿得很随便；&lt;br /&gt;现在我会注意形象，还细心按照你之前吩咐的样子打造自己。&lt;br /&gt;平时你说我不爱运动，是只胖猪；&lt;br /&gt;现在我每天都会跑几公里，只是还跑不掉对你的思念而已。&lt;br /&gt;平时你总说我不体贴，不够浪漫；&lt;br /&gt;现在我已天天练习和不断的反省，就等你随时回来试用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不在的这段日子里，我才发现，原来少了你我之间的吵闹，&lt;br /&gt;生活是如此寂静和如此悲哀。&lt;br /&gt;只要有你，不管是喜是悲，都是幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;我宁愿福可以少享，有难可以多和你一起担。&lt;br /&gt;虽然我们并不富有，但我们曾经可是多么地快乐，多么地开心。&lt;br /&gt;眼前的幸福，从前的快乐，那是多么的单纯，多么的真实。&lt;br /&gt;简单的幸福，也是幸福，&lt;br /&gt;但为何偏要为了追求那看不见的未来，而舍弃了原有的幸福呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回来吧！回来我身边。&lt;br /&gt;我真的真的好想你！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-6394943650445132718?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/6394943650445132718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/01/4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/6394943650445132718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/6394943650445132718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2010/01/4.html' title='情书 4'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-7568465963299731908</id><published>2009-12-15T15:51:00.036+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:26:40.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'>分手，是他陈年的爱，化成的温柔。</title><content type='html'>他用多年积存在心底的爱，化成力量和勇气，&lt;br /&gt;剪断彼此的牵绊，宣布你自由，让你解脱。&lt;br /&gt;或许这对于你来说，不但摆脱了寂寞的缠绕，&lt;br /&gt;还被赐于了自由之翼，从此没有半点约束。&lt;br /&gt;就像是随风而飘的蒲公英一样，飘到新的地方，&lt;br /&gt;从此不再对故乡留恋，获得新的开始。&lt;br /&gt;但对他而言，这是先彻底的崩溃，然后再假装不再依恋，&lt;br /&gt;默默的送上祝福，盼你幸福。&lt;br /&gt;那种感觉，就好像是先把自己弄成残废，然后再随时间的流逝，&lt;br /&gt;完全不靠任何药物慢慢地疗伤。&lt;br /&gt;他不因为痛苦而选择对思念逃亡，&lt;br /&gt;即便那只是思念容入在单方的脑波里，&lt;br /&gt;施放着思念的频率，永远都没有回复。&lt;br /&gt;他也知道这一次的离开，不但对你无法释怀，&lt;br /&gt;换来的，也只不过是无尽的思念而已。&lt;br /&gt;然而，他不忍心看到你被距离隔在对岸枯萎，&lt;br /&gt;唯有离开，才能让隔在中间的牵绊消失，让你越过对岸，去寻找生命之水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开你，不是因为满足他的虚荣心，因为虚荣，远远不足抵过失去你而带来的空虚。&lt;br /&gt;离开你，不是因为他寂寞难耐，因为离开，带走的还是寂寞而已。&lt;br /&gt;离开你，不是因为他不再爱你，&lt;br /&gt;而相反的，是因为他太爱你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-7568465963299731908?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/7568465963299731908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7568465963299731908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7568465963299731908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_15.html' title='分手，是他陈年的爱，化成的温柔。'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-5600657804747633623</id><published>2009-12-13T15:13:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:19:19.001+11:00</updated><title type='text'>心联心，联系的根源。</title><content type='html'>人的心是很奇妙的，一但双方都愿意，&lt;br /&gt;两颗心就像是被一条隐形的线不自觉的联系了起来，打都打不掉。&lt;br /&gt;虽然这条线会因为时间的流逝而松弛了一些，&lt;br /&gt;但就算再隔多久都不联系也好，&lt;br /&gt;有一天，这两人再见面的时候，隐藏在深处的这条线，&lt;br /&gt;会因为距离更近了而缩得更紧，&lt;br /&gt;同时也感觉到对方互相在用力地拉动着这条线，&lt;br /&gt;不需要言语，只透过对方的眼里，两人已深深的感受到彼此的心，&lt;br /&gt;甚至胜过千言万语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不善变的心，才是联系的根本。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-5600657804747633623?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5600657804747633623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5600657804747633623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5600657804747633623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='心联心，联系的根源。'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-5998918377625632289</id><published>2009-12-10T14:32:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:40:34.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>情书3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;日月恋&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说你喜欢月亮，喜欢它那暗淡的光辉，&lt;br /&gt;像是双温柔的手臂，拥抱着你。&lt;br /&gt;虽然月光不能散发出极大的热能，&lt;br /&gt;但对于常处于孤独又寂寞的你来说，那光辉是无比的温暖。&lt;br /&gt;你虽然不说，但我是知道的，你之所以喜欢月亮，是因为你和月亮很相似。&lt;br /&gt;在白天里，虽然月亮能够被看得见，但却是多么的不明显，&lt;br /&gt;像是落单的球体隐形般的挂在高空中，&lt;br /&gt;被人们遗忘和冷落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有多少人，会在白天里寻找月亮的踪影？&lt;br /&gt;又有多少人，会去珍惜月亮在白天里的时光？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一到了晚上，你认为月亮更是寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;那黑色的物体包围着月亮，像是被诅咒似的，被恶魔监视，让它毫无安全感。&lt;br /&gt;你认为你就和月亮一样，一样那么孤独和寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;不但白天被冷落，还要一个人在夜里受罪，你想尽所有办法逃脱让你痛苦不堪的寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是月亮，那我就是太阳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们都以为，我只会在白天里出现，而你却只会在夜里现身，我们永远不得相见。&lt;br /&gt;然而实际上，在无尽的宇宙里，&lt;br /&gt;虽然距离很遥远，但无论在白天黑夜，&lt;br /&gt;我们可都是能把对方看得比人们清楚得多。&lt;br /&gt;就像你身在美国，而我身在澳洲一样，距离遥远，不能碰面。&lt;br /&gt;人家都以为我们俩被隔绝，但实际上，两人的心是相连的，&lt;br /&gt;而只要用心，就能把对方看得清清楚楚，牢记在心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你并不孤独，并不寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;我虽然只在白天里出现，但在夜里，我依然在远处照亮着你。&lt;br /&gt;我知道那讨厌又可怕的黑让你感到更是寂寞，&lt;br /&gt;所以就送了好多好多的小亮点给你，叫做星星，&lt;br /&gt;就像我一直都写信给你一样，好让你在寂寞的夜里有我无限的关怀配伴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道在白天里或许是对你过份了一点，不在你同意之下，&lt;br /&gt;擅作主张把我身上的光辉无私的奉献给你，&lt;br /&gt;而因此掩盖了你原有的特色，让你受了不少委屈。&lt;br /&gt;但我实在是不能不一直照料着你，&lt;br /&gt;一心想让那光辉可以围绕在你周遭保护你，&lt;br /&gt;就像我一直擅自为你做过的种种一样，&lt;br /&gt;也请原谅我对你的过份呵护与关心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得，如果你感到寂寞和孤独的时候，&lt;br /&gt;想起晚上的月亮，还有它身上的光辉，&lt;br /&gt;你会想起，在远处有我依然默默地呵护着你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-5998918377625632289?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5998918377625632289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5998918377625632289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5998918377625632289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='情书3'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-5861132180157272000</id><published>2009-10-03T18:39:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:20:30.281+11:00</updated><title type='text'>情书2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;我最想要的&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，上帝打了一通电话给我，说我平时做多善事，可以赐给我一个愿望，问我最想要的是什么。&lt;br /&gt;这么突然，我临时想不出来。&lt;br /&gt;我想了很久，满脑子只有浮现，你去了美国而不能和你相伴的画面。&lt;br /&gt;于是，我便告诉了上帝，我最想要的，是时间。&lt;br /&gt;上帝却说，“不对，不对，这并不是你真正想要的，再好好想一想，你真正想要的是什么？”&lt;br /&gt;听上帝这么一说，脑袋变得混乱了。&lt;br /&gt;心想，既然时间不是我真正想要的，而我需要时间是想要和你在一起。&lt;br /&gt;想到这里，我才恍然大悟，便和上帝说我最想要的就是你。&lt;br /&gt;上帝沉默了一下，像是被吓到似的，没有半句话。&lt;br /&gt;当我正要开口问一问究竟时，上帝却说，“不对，不对，其实你真正想要的是龙月月饼！我们是上帝派来的使者，特别来告诉你，我们龙月餐馆推出了新款，好吃的龙月月饼，是本年度最看好的月饼。它可是我们的师傅用最上等的莲蓉，加上特制的配方，配造而成，味道不但好，口感也是决对令你满意的。还有，还有，它也是经过我们师傅精心设计的，外观决对是美观。你现在最想要的就是它！有了它，你就可以和你的亲人和爱人度过一个美好的中秋节了。您可以打电话到035854492或者到本店来光顾，我们。。。”&lt;br /&gt;啰里啰唆了半天，原来是卖月饼的，结果还订购了一盒。只可惜，今年的中秋节不能和你一起度过。再好的月饼，也不能够补过我对你的思念。&lt;br /&gt;至少我终于明白了，上帝借此机会告诉我，我最想要的依然是你。&lt;br /&gt;但这还不是最重要的。&lt;br /&gt;最重要的，是你能够永远快乐、幸福。&lt;br /&gt;祝你中秋节快乐！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-5861132180157272000?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5861132180157272000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/10/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5861132180157272000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5861132180157272000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/10/2.html' title='情书2'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-938342558077657687</id><published>2009-09-22T22:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:54:10.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>反转情诗</title><content type='html'>反转情诗1&lt;br /&gt;不管你去到哪里，身在何处，我一定会去找你，最后一定找到你，如果我有任意门的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反转情诗2&lt;br /&gt;如果全世界都要来与你为敌，我还是对你不离也不弃，和你在一起，找机会把你带到敌人那里去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反转情诗3&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你要离开我，我不会强求，也不会挽留，我会给你最后，最好，最真挚的温柔，给你自由，只要你不再追究我欠你的钱，从此一笔勾消。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-938342558077657687?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/938342558077657687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_6137.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/938342558077657687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/938342558077657687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_6137.html' title='反转情诗'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-2189553752692336027</id><published>2009-09-22T22:38:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:45:32.180+11:00</updated><title type='text'>情书</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;你知道为什么今天的月亮会亮吗？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过得还好吗？&lt;br /&gt;一个人在美国会不会很寂寞？&lt;br /&gt;孤单的你总是爱望着夜空中的月亮，&lt;br /&gt;因为这样，你会觉得至少还有月亮配伴着你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得吗？&lt;br /&gt;在2008年2月21日的这一天，&lt;br /&gt;是不是感到很奇怪为什么在那一天还能够看到月亮？&lt;br /&gt;当天，我看到报导说这一天是月食，心想你见不到月亮一定会很难过，&lt;br /&gt;所以，我很聪明，就在地球的另一处，我很努力地用手电筒一直照着月亮，&lt;br /&gt;就希望你能够看得见她，希望你能感觉到有人陪伴在你身边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，&lt;br /&gt;不要为了某事而感到沮丧，&lt;br /&gt;更不要因为孤独而感到寂寞，&lt;br /&gt;别忘了，不管在什么时候，发生了什么事，&lt;br /&gt;我都愿意一直用我的手电筒来照亮着你的月亮，&lt;br /&gt;就算是不眠不休一直到天亮我也愿意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算很远，&lt;br /&gt;只要你能看到月亮，&lt;br /&gt;也一样可以感觉到我就在你身边。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-2189553752692336027?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/2189553752692336027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_3466.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2189553752692336027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2189553752692336027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_3466.html' title='情书'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-258175202526273560</id><published>2009-07-08T23:48:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:01:03.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>7月8日，你离开的日子</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsEIhzFpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pNAR0DpiHac/s1600-h/P7080024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356095043859060370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsEIhzFpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pNAR0DpiHac/s320/P7080024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi，四个月大咯! 已经相处了两个月，你觉得我这个主人怎么样？常常把你关在房里，不让你出去玩，觉得有够不爽的吧？呵呵！原谅我Vivi，原谅我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;现在你就爽啦！又到新家去了。还记得两个月前，我就从你娘家把你拐带过来，觉得很莫名其妙吧？怎么衰到要到贼家去啊！Vivi，原谅我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;现在你就好啦！在新家有另外两只狗陪你玩，还有兄弟姐妹，也有妈妈爸爸照顾；不像在这里这么寂寞，这么孤单，还要自己一个在后院里奔跑，玩耍，偶尔才跟你的烂主人玩莫名其妙的追逐游戏。不然，就得关在房间里，玩自己的玩具，只跟那些没生命的东西分享你的喜悦。原谅我Vivi。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;到了新家，你会吃到很不一样的美食，有不一样的享受，还会有专属的教练，前途无量啊！原谅我让你受不必要的苦，不必要的磨炼，甚至还要挨饿。让你呆在我身边也埋没了你的天份，这你也只好原谅我吧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivi，恭喜你！你解脱了，你会幸福的。你已经自由了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;同时我也自由了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但我的自由必须要在我身上切下一快肉才能得到，得到了还要狠狠地被刀刃在心上刺上一刀。就如阿信所说的，为什么失去了，还要被惩罚呢？好久已经没有感受到失去的痛了，这一次还真的可以回味一番。你离开了，你真的离开了。在你离开的那一刻，你还不知道那我抱你一下是对你的告别吧！但在这之前，我和你度过了快乐的时光，给我美好的回忆。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;哎！明明你都已经不在房间里了，经过时还真的自然放轻脚步，怕惊醒你。你知道啦！你一知道我在附近就想跑出来了，不想呆在那监牢般的四面墙，我可是很懒得把你抱回去的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你可别以为我很伟大，以为把你卖了都是全为你着想，其实还不是为了我自己！为了不让你当成我的绊脚石，为了不承担那沉重的责任，懦弱而轻易的丢弃了我的承诺。而这个承诺是对你一生一世的承诺。对不起！我办不到，是我没用，没有勇气！就算是你原谅我，我也很难原谅我自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;现在，你是在沉睡着？还是在哭泣呢？你在想着曾经是你那没用的主人吗？你就不要记得我了，但也不要完全的把我忘了，不然我会很难受，你就对我感到怜悯吧！Vivi，你主人可不是要抛弃你，至少在你主人心里不是这么认为的！以后的事，很难说，哪怕我以后没有机会看到你了。你也将会有新的名字了，但我永远都不会忘记你，你永远是我心目中的Vivi。Vivi，你呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;老实说，我可是再自私也要说，你可不能把我忘记啊！至少我心里可是这么想，就算做梦我也想！你对我来说，是一个很大的遗憾，不过我从来不后悔，至少我遇见了你，也陪了我两个月，让我很开心！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们的关系可以到永远就好了！Vivi，祝你幸福，快乐！我也要幸福，快乐！可不能白白让你牺牲了！我没事的，你也没事的，我们都要好好的活下去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsD2ZpR-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/S2atAezvscc/s1600-h/P7080022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356095038993024994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsD2ZpR-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/S2atAezvscc/s320/P7080022" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vivi， 再见了！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlTAIt_LHkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jqQfWRDL3yc/s1600-h/P7080025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356117112866414146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlTAIt_LHkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jqQfWRDL3yc/s320/P7080025.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivi，我爱你！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7月8日，你离开的日子，也是我心情低落的一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsER_3rsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/qEQBCTRnlVQ/s1600-h/P7080025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-258175202526273560?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/258175202526273560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/07/78.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/258175202526273560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/258175202526273560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/07/78.html' title='7月8日，你离开的日子'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SlSsEIhzFpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pNAR0DpiHac/s72-c/P7080024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-996228078678892160</id><published>2009-05-09T21:32:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:01:04.748+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivi's Diary 小V日记</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2W1RtNdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O9nHeMqDi28/s1600-h/P5090359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333799468320765394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2W1RtNdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O9nHeMqDi28/s320/P5090359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 大家好！ 我是Vivi，小V。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am gonna write in English so that Vivi, whose granddad is from U.K, can read it. Somemore, Vivi was born in Aus. Since I have not taught him any other language, English is much easier for him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Info about Vivi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breed: Golden Retriever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.O.B.: 14-03-09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sex: M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colour: Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father: Buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother: Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9th May 2009, is the 1st day I will live together with Vivi. I'd waited for this day for a long long time, and now, I'm happy. Sarah said Vivi was so happy to see me, I think so too. However, just because of my selfishness, Vivi has to leave his family and home. I could see Vivi feel so sad since he was leaving. I kept Consoling him and was trying to keep him comfort. Anyway, Vivi was happy to be in a new home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I were playing with him, taking picture of him and trying to make him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3f9JvclI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HlcxyUprik0/s1600-h/P5090353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333800724565291602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3f9JvclI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HlcxyUprik0/s320/P5090353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XFvPc1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Wf0xBFCm9VU/s1600-h/P5090370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333799472739611474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XFvPc1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Wf0xBFCm9VU/s320/P5090370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3frDjIiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KgjIGIFFwLg/s1600-h/P5090380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333800719707480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3frDjIiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KgjIGIFFwLg/s320/P5090380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3gA5-iTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IxqzchegjJs/s1600-h/P5090339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333800725572913458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV3gA5-iTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IxqzchegjJs/s320/P5090339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are Sarah (left) and her daughter(right). Sarah is the seller who I'd bought Vivi from. She is a very good and kind person. Sarah did give me advice and and some guides. I appreciate for her helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking care of a dog is like taking care of a baby. Just now, we were going to have dinner and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buy some food for Vivi. For safety, we have to put him in the room with the door closed. Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after awhile, he started crying cry and trying to get out from the room by scratching the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not have mercy on him as later I could not be with him for the whole day. Therefore, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has to learn to be independent for some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, I went out and at the same time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worrying that Vivi might be sad and scare. We tried to get back home as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we came back, Vivi was so quiet and did not mess up anything. I am so glad that he was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fine. At the same time, Vivi urinated on the floor. O.O!! OMG! He offered me a job. Bad boy! Bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XaluV6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ylkH0q6GuV4/s1600-h/P5090381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333799478336837538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XaluV6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ylkH0q6GuV4/s320/P5090381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was eating, he was so happy and kept shaking his tail. After dinner, I did not bring him to the toilet as i taught it was not the time yet. So, I went&lt;br /&gt;to clean the kitchen, and guess what? Vivi gave me another surprise with two pieces of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;cakes =.=". Bad boy Vivi!! Yet, still can praise him as he put one of them just on the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;that we used to cover the place that he just urinated. But I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another job offered, urinated when he was not in my sight. Speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After awhile, Vivi felt tired and was trying to sleep. Unfortunately, my bro was watching movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the volume was loud. Vivi could not sleep and woke up to play again. Before that, I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivi was crying, missing his parents, brothers and sisters. I was not shocked as Sarah had told &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me that he would cry. What I could do is just to be with him and console him. And now, he is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleeping. You can see how sweet is him when he's sleeping. Owh! So cute~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From now on, Vivi, I will take good care of you and spend as much time as I can to be with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you always be happy and will not be lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XQ0EwOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7bf4kXGPlm8/s1600-h/P5090379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333799475712671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2XQ0EwOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7bf4kXGPlm8/s320/P5090379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2Wf0wegI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WYf0Kunaygg/s1600-h/P5090348.JPG"&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-996228078678892160?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/996228078678892160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/05/vivis-diary-v.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/996228078678892160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/996228078678892160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/05/vivis-diary-v.html' title='Vivi&apos;s Diary 小V日记'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SgV2W1RtNdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O9nHeMqDi28/s72-c/P5090359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-2874765409379880635</id><published>2009-04-26T20:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:33:41.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Pathway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yppDDRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rWW5C8uiJ-g/s1600-h/P4220307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328945602397146386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yppDDRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rWW5C8uiJ-g/s320/P4220307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a magical pathway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicles will stop for you if u were on it no matter who you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where you are from, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling of walking in front of the cars makes you fly without wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Aussie, there are plenty of them.Now that is the point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yztRJuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YwnW9lKaPcU/s1600-h/P4220309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328945605099202274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yztRJuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YwnW9lKaPcU/s320/P4220309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yxXJ_6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/THYNr-ea0ok/s1600-h/P4220308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328945604469587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yxXJ_6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/THYNr-ea0ok/s320/P4220308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I keep standing on it if there were lots of cars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-2874765409379880635?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/2874765409379880635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/magical-pathway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2874765409379880635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2874765409379880635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/magical-pathway.html' title='Magical Pathway'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SfQ3yppDDRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rWW5C8uiJ-g/s72-c/P4220307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4319146839402649072</id><published>2009-04-21T22:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:07:28.634+10:00</updated><title type='text'>蟲蟲日记2 (Chong Chong's Diary 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Se3HSB-WF9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VtMXn83diGg/s1600-h/P4080226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133046830667730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Se3HSB-WF9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VtMXn83diGg/s320/P4080226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Se3HR2bhrJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7fc25enK4N0/s1600-h/P4080224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133043731836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Se3HR2bhrJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7fc25enK4N0/s320/P4080224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean 说:“ 蟲蟲喜欢主人的味道。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sean said: " Chong Chong loves his owner's smell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这个座位是它主人坐过的，蟲蟲在上面坐了有一阵子，我觉得很有趣就把它拍下来了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;看见Sean有蟲蟲，让我更心痒痒的想养只宠物。喜欢狗，是我一直以来都不变的，而养狗则让我感到是一件快乐的事。虽然说我对狗的基本知识不了解，但是，我可以为了它们抽出时间去了解。让我最担心的是，不能给它们时间，反而害了它们。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不管怎样，我都还是很喜欢狗，希望能够有一只成为我的家庭成员之一, 能够有照顾它一生的承诺和责任，有着永远的联系。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4319146839402649072?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4319146839402649072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sean-sean-said-chong-chong-loves-his.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4319146839402649072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4319146839402649072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sean-sean-said-chong-chong-loves-his.html' title='蟲蟲日记2 (Chong Chong&apos;s Diary 2)'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Se3HSB-WF9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VtMXn83diGg/s72-c/P4080226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-2658587318655093023</id><published>2009-04-18T16:49:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:46:34.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day To Melbourne City (7th April 2009) The Way Back To Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5OCOEU0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/HPeExE6qwWQ/s1600-h/P4070192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921316363326274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5OCOEU0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/HPeExE6qwWQ/s320/P4070192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the scene in the train. The whole story happened here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5Ov_RGSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VVquJMLx6xg/s1600-h/P4070197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921328649279778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5Ov_RGSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VVquJMLx6xg/s320/P4070197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could see people bring along his bicycle board on the train. He was just in front of me. I took a picture of him with his bike and he felt paise(shy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5OXgNbkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Sktw8qo-R5c/s1600-h/P4070194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921322076565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5OXgNbkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Sktw8qo-R5c/s320/P4070194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still paise-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see different people doing different thing in the train. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6CjNwPbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9ZK_KSKXezY/s1600-h/P4070202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922218573577650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6CjNwPbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9ZK_KSKXezY/s320/P4070202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some People were reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6Cpk85tI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nwlwFcAIj6E/s1600-h/P4070201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922220281489106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6Cpk85tI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nwlwFcAIj6E/s320/P4070201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other people were reading too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5O3hLIII/AAAAAAAAAU8/Eq7_6F62ZMg/s1600-h/P4070198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921330670542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5O3hLIII/AAAAAAAAAU8/Eq7_6F62ZMg/s320/P4070198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other were still reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5O6UiXSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZkPZZmaqZP4/s1600-h/P4070200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921331422846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5O6UiXSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZkPZZmaqZP4/s320/P4070200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost everyone was reading. Eh? Since when the train became so full?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the culture of Australia, unlike Malaysia. In KTM, you hardly can see people are reading. And I, admire the Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6C_6z-aI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nrnccZmaN1Y/s1600-h/P4070203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922226278758818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6C_6z-aI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nrnccZmaN1Y/s320/P4070203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, there are people day-dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6DKFmsrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SjiQtoCoYc4/s1600-h/P4070204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922229008380594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel6DKFmsrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SjiQtoCoYc4/s320/P4070204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was a crazy fella kept taking pictures of everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIRECTED BY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van Tye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCREEN PLAY BY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van Tye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPECIAL THANK TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-2658587318655093023?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/2658587318655093023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-7th-april_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2658587318655093023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/2658587318655093023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-7th-april_18.html' title='1st Day To Melbourne City (7th April 2009) The Way Back To Home'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sel5OCOEU0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/HPeExE6qwWQ/s72-c/P4070192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-7157836489265090181</id><published>2009-04-12T23:08:00.022+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:56:55.658+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day to Melbourne City (7th April 2009) The Return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842185596222082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeIWQsizuoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s1MYfbR138k/s320/P4070118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is the scene in the tram we boarded. You have to buy a ticket to board on any trams, trains and buses. And remember, you have to validate your ticket. If you do not? Someone will like to make friend with you, better run instead of paying 50 dollar fine. I would not like to teach u that escaping from tram is easier than from trains and buses. Please do not ask me! Anyway, I always validate my ticket. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the tram and walked around in the city. I did had taken some pictures there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melbourne City :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8Q7weAUI/AAAAAAAAATM/WSVOK-CIg14/s1600-h/P4070127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095077354438978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8Q7weAUI/AAAAAAAAATM/WSVOK-CIg14/s320/P4070127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_BOfAtoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ye_F5Rnq8ak/s1600-h/P4070164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324098106038466178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_BOfAtoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ye_F5Rnq8ak/s320/P4070164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_BOLSBsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZU-MK_05w3g/s1600-h/P4070158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324098105955714754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_BOLSBsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZU-MK_05w3g/s320/P4070158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_A8P5heI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7CMgB-ZaZ8M/s1600-h/P4070163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324098101143242210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_A8P5heI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7CMgB-ZaZ8M/s320/P4070163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_AkhrZQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NV1IrSwMEwA/s1600-h/P4070142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324098094775362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL_AkhrZQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NV1IrSwMEwA/s320/P4070142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xx25wVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RH3UVtixPho/s1600-h/P4070140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324096741144379730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xx25wVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RH3UVtixPho/s320/P4070140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xjB8IEI/AAAAAAAAATs/CNwwEfFJrSg/s1600-h/P4070132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324096737164140610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xjB8IEI/AAAAAAAAATs/CNwwEfFJrSg/s320/P4070132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xQcYXhI/AAAAAAAAATk/7-Zts_9MeLs/s1600-h/P4070131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324096732174769682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xQcYXhI/AAAAAAAAATk/7-Zts_9MeLs/s320/P4070131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xPjUjXI/AAAAAAAAATc/AyEXC2RLF3E/s1600-h/P4070129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324096731935444338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9xPjUjXI/AAAAAAAAATc/AyEXC2RLF3E/s320/P4070129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9w833iMI/AAAAAAAAATU/4WVTBgR43H8/s1600-h/P4070133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324096726921349314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL9w833iMI/AAAAAAAAATU/4WVTBgR43H8/s320/P4070133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QsE8f4I/AAAAAAAAATE/JRVUJ7kxKH4/s1600-h/P4070126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095073145356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QsE8f4I/AAAAAAAAATE/JRVUJ7kxKH4/s320/P4070126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QcQk3EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/T_QM3khvzF4/s1600-h/P4070124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095068899171394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QcQk3EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/T_QM3khvzF4/s320/P4070124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QaZHyGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aw-WLXpZNN4/s1600-h/P4070123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095068398143586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8QaZHyGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aw-WLXpZNN4/s320/P4070123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8P06KWSI/AAAAAAAAASs/uP9qSv7rjNw/s1600-h/P4070122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095058336176418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL8P06KWSI/AAAAAAAAASs/uP9qSv7rjNw/s320/P4070122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flinders Street Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4QfFtWsI/AAAAAAAAARc/d1cmMyFY1ZU/s1600-h/P4070137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090671612385986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4QfFtWsI/AAAAAAAAARc/d1cmMyFY1ZU/s320/P4070137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; South Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62WbqY9I/AAAAAAAAASM/4OEH3Kr-0Tg/s1600-h/P4070128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324093521146831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62WbqY9I/AAAAAAAAASM/4OEH3Kr-0Tg/s320/P4070128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62PInP3I/AAAAAAAAASE/q1dUcOqflOY/s1600-h/P4070121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324093519187885938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62PInP3I/AAAAAAAAASE/q1dUcOqflOY/s320/P4070121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fast Food Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2Z4_WpWI/AAAAAAAAARU/m7FkGqq6RSs/s1600-h/P4070125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088634160620898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2Z4_WpWI/AAAAAAAAARU/m7FkGqq6RSs/s320/P4070125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;River Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4QoyfoQI/AAAAAAAAARk/g2hwCnaMyyw/s1600-h/P4070136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090674216149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4QoyfoQI/AAAAAAAAARk/g2hwCnaMyyw/s320/P4070136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Way to River Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL63Ec0OKI/AAAAAAAAASk/3SuMWt2yPWc/s1600-h/P4070162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324093533499701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL63Ec0OKI/AAAAAAAAASk/3SuMWt2yPWc/s320/P4070162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL620uJxWI/AAAAAAAAASc/VAzxWLfg_3w/s1600-h/P4070161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324093529277449570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL620uJxWI/AAAAAAAAASc/VAzxWLfg_3w/s320/P4070161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62kWhgaI/AAAAAAAAASU/M7NSDpfpFVw/s1600-h/P4070160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324093524883374498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL62kWhgaI/AAAAAAAAASU/M7NSDpfpFVw/s320/P4070160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crown, one of the famous casino in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2YwxkQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i5sqohOhcmo/s1600-h/P4070149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088614775440306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2YwxkQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i5sqohOhcmo/s320/P4070149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenine said that this is the beauty of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324086476772865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0cUGB9xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/O3uQ1B6Vv9k/s320/P4070178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Another beauty of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZQUpkGI/AAAAAAAAARE/KAzFGmqQx4E/s1600-h/P4070138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088623244087394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZQUpkGI/AAAAAAAAARE/KAzFGmqQx4E/s320/P4070138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture. It seems like happiness. How sweet it is when you see a mother is tasting ice cream with her little daughter. It's not about the ice cream. It's about fortune. Yeah! fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZMn8uQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u27jlg03tTk/s1600-h/P4070148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088622251292930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZMn8uQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u27jlg03tTk/s320/P4070148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10km/s?? How to exactly estimate that? Need to learn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZoIzX-I/AAAAAAAAARM/M-wSH0BslDY/s1600-h/P4070139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088629636849634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL2ZoIzX-I/AAAAAAAAARM/M-wSH0BslDY/s320/P4070139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You think they were feeding the birds? Nah.....They were actually discussing about their digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0cLsWQdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tYnVP6Bbb00/s1600-h/P4070143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324086474517660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0cLsWQdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tYnVP6Bbb00/s320/P4070143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to bring Alan Cheng come to here, he will be very grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4Qy3iH0I/AAAAAAAAARs/N2ED9vU_IAE/s1600-h/P4070179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090676921638722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4Qy3iH0I/AAAAAAAAARs/N2ED9vU_IAE/s320/P4070179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See this building. You can exactly see through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4RRofh8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/BrQ9JZKZrQk/s1600-h/P4070180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090685180053442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4RRofh8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/BrQ9JZKZrQk/s320/P4070180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4RvSxRbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xZCPaU8mDDA/s1600-h/P4070181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090693142005170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL4RvSxRbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xZCPaU8mDDA/s320/P4070181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzNLzeGtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/--ktHg9GZEI/s1600-h/P4070157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324085117337869010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzNLzeGtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/--ktHg9GZEI/s320/P4070157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks free right? See her hands, nothing there. It is because I was helping her to carry her bags which was full of books. What a gentleman I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMwaVDAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8Wnl_xfVaKE/s1600-h/P4070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324085109984660482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMwaVDAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8Wnl_xfVaKE/s320/P4070156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMl1sOgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xO4R4dTO_NQ/s1600-h/P4070176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324085107146635778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMl1sOgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xO4R4dTO_NQ/s320/P4070176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A gentleman does not mean anything at all. You will still be abandoned, underestimated, less important, ignored and left behind. I was always following, following and following until I could not bear it and made this complaint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzNaHMcII/AAAAAAAAAQE/WxYvKM_8NUk/s1600-h/P4070169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324085121178693762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzNaHMcII/AAAAAAAAAQE/WxYvKM_8NUk/s320/P4070169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even she could sit at there and act cute infront of you. Since I am a gentleman, I would just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bjU0c6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_WCGNL_P8BE/s1600-h/P4070170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324086463681557410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bjU0c6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_WCGNL_P8BE/s320/P4070170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bb1XaVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fgvf_ZIAN68/s1600-h/P4070173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324086461670582610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bb1XaVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fgvf_ZIAN68/s320/P4070173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bHTwQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZUMKkNpFw4o/s1600-h/P4070174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324086456160895826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeL0bHTwQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZUMKkNpFw4o/s320/P4070174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, I was forced to take some pictures with them. They said I must always remember them. See, how wicked are they. See i smiled so reluctantly. No choice but to follow, gentleman what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMW6P40I/AAAAAAAAAPk/XmqMEuomYZ0/s1600-h/P4070187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324085103139218242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeLzMW6P40I/AAAAAAAAAPk/XmqMEuomYZ0/s320/P4070187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wondering what were they looking at, yea? Let's keep this mysterious. That's all for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-7157836489265090181?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/7157836489265090181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-7th-april.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7157836489265090181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7157836489265090181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-7th-april.html' title='1st Day to Melbourne City (7th April 2009) The Return.'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SeIWQsizuoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s1MYfbR138k/s72-c/P4070118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-5439254554298926507</id><published>2009-04-08T01:09:00.034+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:06:05.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day to Melbourne City (7th April 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdtt__RaQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9l-fkXsZr6w/s1600-h/P4070071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321968330752017394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdtt__RaQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9l-fkXsZr6w/s320/P4070071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From my house, I walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the bus came, I asked the driver for purchasing Daily Metcard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was wondering that i didn't notice and asking my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I:Glen Waverley, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driver: Glen Waverley?! It's right the other way. Go across the road to the opposite bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I (embarrassed): Thanks, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtuAFkVF8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DriVd3KHzp8/s1600-h/P4070072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321968332441982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtuAFkVF8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DriVd3KHzp8/s320/P4070072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I'd on board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i reached Melbourne Central, I was going for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked along the street and I passed by this building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwWrYvk0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/jnSimeNKtlg/s1600-h/P4070076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970919574311746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwWrYvk0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/jnSimeNKtlg/s320/P4070076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is QV Women Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwW1DqFaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VrLrHA7_jgU/s1600-h/P4070077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970922170226082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwW1DqFaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VrLrHA7_jgU/s320/P4070077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, I came to this backstreet. I walked along the backstreet and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I walk a lonely road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone. " (by Green Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was not alone. Got one lenglui guiding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwXEIEbSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AXDfLlXae2w/s1600-h/P4070078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970926215261474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwXEIEbSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AXDfLlXae2w/s320/P4070078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is. Introducing this restaurant, Wing Loong Chinese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, she was about to bring me to this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtuAVZk8XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_K_JvgkTFuY/s1600-h/P4070075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321968336691851634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtuAVZk8XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_K_JvgkTFuY/s320/P4070075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DonDon. What she said is this restaurant is cheap and faster than fast food. However it was full when we were there. Skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwXDOFPEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QVWbWxF_Q78/s1600-h/P4070080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970925972044866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtwXDOFPEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QVWbWxF_Q78/s320/P4070080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, when in the Wing Loong restaurant, I was nervous to have a lunch with a lenglui. So I drank a cup of tea to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213329234023042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM0xvX0oI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DjoFBlRiQ_E/s320/P4070083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Looking at her smiling infront of me, I was getting more nervous. See she smiled so wickedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I was worried what she was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM0yrt3QI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EQfTurx3epg/s1600-h/P4070086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213329487125762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM0yrt3QI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EQfTurx3epg/s320/P4070086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She ordered sesame prawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213336227457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM1LyvK3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rYMuDilyu8U/s320/P4070087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and teh ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that were for her ownself only. I ended up eating nothing but watching her ate them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM1V7YkDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kgaxBF5gnwM/s1600-h/P4070088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213338948079666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM1V7YkDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kgaxBF5gnwM/s320/P4070088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look, she was busy eating her chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM0pEvCvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qewzfwkGJqo/s1600-h/P4070082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213326907706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxM0pEvCvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qewzfwkGJqo/s320/P4070082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and drinking teh ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually the story is not like that lar. She treated me ice-cream and fried banana and even a half &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piece of sesame prawn. Thank you Lenglui. (Don't kill me!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSBZX9SI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gx7PRtPOPng/s1600-h/P4070089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222627745953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSBZX9SI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gx7PRtPOPng/s320/P4070089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, we were in china town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSUR-AII/AAAAAAAAAIE/6cpMV4iY6Go/s1600-h/P4070090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222632815165570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSUR-AII/AAAAAAAAAIE/6cpMV4iY6Go/s320/P4070090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a restaurant which is owned by ???(Da Chang Jin). I think the food inside sure must be very healthy for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSYaoHcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wMYOnUDAyFg/s1600-h/P4070092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222633925221826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSYaoHcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wMYOnUDAyFg/s320/P4070092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RMIT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSvHePHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1-9FpwP22xo/s1600-h/P4070093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222640018898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSvHePHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1-9FpwP22xo/s320/P4070093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 1st CC i saw in Melbourne!! When i saw it, I felt like it was home to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222640717267826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxVSxt-g3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/12c72uNr6Xo/s320/P4070094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Police car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbSwf4PTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jxvM8IVcAbo/s1600-h/P4070095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322229237459467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbSwf4PTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jxvM8IVcAbo/s320/P4070095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAVID JONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTCs0PYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9m556nmftoc/s1600-h/P4070097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322229242345569666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTCs0PYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9m556nmftoc/s320/P4070097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTVxWPRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H80IwCdhYl4/s1600-h/P4070098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322229247464848658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTVxWPRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H80IwCdhYl4/s320/P4070098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are wrinkle caring and eyes caring things. Guess what, you buy both of them you'll be free 1GB thumbdrive(the right 1). O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTkQw-JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4q9bxNhOusU/s1600-h/P4070099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322229251354720402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbTkQw-JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4q9bxNhOusU/s320/P4070099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the basement of MYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbT8XMgcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H9kJXPfGL70/s1600-h/P4070100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322229257824141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxbT8XMgcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H9kJXPfGL70/s320/P4070100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these statues, yes they are statues, not models. They are F4 in Melbourne.Believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUPZX_XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nPjtY8XttaQ/s1600-h/P4070101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322231461956812146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUPZX_XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nPjtY8XttaQ/s320/P4070101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melbourne Central, the railway station is underneath it. I stopped by at here when I came to the city. You can shop inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUeWKMKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KN4xnfdE32E/s1600-h/P4070103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322231465969856674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUeWKMKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KN4xnfdE32E/s320/P4070103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is T2 shop, T2(titu). Means it sells spiders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUozGWkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/H5iOTtdxzLY/s1600-h/P4070110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322231468775594562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdxdUozGWkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/H5iOTtdxzLY/s320/P4070110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went into The Perfume Connection,which not I tend to enter into.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The other girl is Ying Xi. We met her there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdxzx_e56VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3nDXGXbqFJ4/s1600-h/P4070104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322256162336926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdxzx_e56VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3nDXGXbqFJ4/s320/P4070104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdxzx6i5qkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2N_FqN0wRvs/s1600-h/P4070107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322256161011509826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdxzx6i5qkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2N_FqN0wRvs/s320/P4070107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the place she works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdx0pxsxtwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yu6paBDF0RM/s1600-h/P4070117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322257120709687042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdx0pxsxtwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yu6paBDF0RM/s320/P4070117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of Lenglui(s). Thanks to Jenine for the waffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-5439254554298926507?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/5439254554298926507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-6th-april.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5439254554298926507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/5439254554298926507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-to-melbourne-city-6th-april.html' title='1st Day to Melbourne City (7th April 2009)'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/Sdtt__RaQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9l-fkXsZr6w/s72-c/P4070071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-4655941906102079381</id><published>2009-04-08T00:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:54:24.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'>蟲蟲日记 Chong Chong's Diary (Sean 的猫咪)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgL359L8I/AAAAAAAAADc/j_mMIYZwmHo/s1600-h/P4070207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953141770235842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgL359L8I/AAAAAAAAADc/j_mMIYZwmHo/s320/P4070207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 肚子好饿啊! (So hungry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMcy7RcI/AAAAAAAAADs/5HWICpnb528/s1600-h/P4070210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953151672862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMcy7RcI/AAAAAAAAADs/5HWICpnb528/s320/P4070210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 有香味!! (What's this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMKBA96I/AAAAAAAAADk/211cmk6BMyk/s1600-h/P4070209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953146631681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMKBA96I/AAAAAAAAADk/211cmk6BMyk/s320/P4070209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 蟲蟲: 是厨房传来的! (It's coming from the kitchen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMQJRrXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AA9EWEnYOHE/s1600-h/P4070212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953148276944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgMQJRrXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AA9EWEnYOHE/s320/P4070212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 喵! 我要! 我要! (Miao! I want! I want!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蟲蟲: 。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蟲蟲: 不给就算! 我自己来！(Fine! I'll get it by myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgpyOK9SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zI4aqkOljok/s1600-h/P4070216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953655640487202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgpyOK9SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zI4aqkOljok/s320/P4070216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 喵！这边没有 。(Miao! Nothing here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgqA0KWcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DB9irOnxoK8/s1600-h/P4070217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953659557927362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgqA0KWcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DB9irOnxoK8/s320/P4070217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 喵！这边也没有！！ (Miao! Here also!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgLWFcqzI/AAAAAAAAADU/HcDEz0S1ITQ/s1600-h/P4070206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953132691630898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgLWFcqzI/AAAAAAAAADU/HcDEz0S1ITQ/s320/P4070206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蟲蟲: 睡饱算了！喵！ (Just sleep until full, miao!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-4655941906102079381?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/4655941906102079381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/chong-chongs-diary-sean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4655941906102079381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/4655941906102079381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/chong-chongs-diary-sean.html' title='蟲蟲日记 Chong Chong&apos;s Diary (Sean 的猫咪)'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdtgL359L8I/AAAAAAAAADc/j_mMIYZwmHo/s72-c/P4070207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-340273155514910845</id><published>2009-04-07T08:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:51:14.092+11:00</updated><title type='text'>你今天好吗?</title><content type='html'>请不要问，“你今天好吗？”&lt;br /&gt;这问题看似简单极了，但实际上，&lt;br /&gt;要作出明确的回答却是不容易的！&lt;br /&gt;因为我实在是分辨不了今天和昨天。&lt;br /&gt;如果我说，昨天过得比较好，那么今天的定义何在？&lt;br /&gt;如果我说，今天过得好，那我又该如何确保这一切会延续至明天？&lt;br /&gt;如果一定要我回答，我会告诉你，我每一天都过得很好。&lt;br /&gt;听起来好像很臭屁似的，不过我就是相信我的每一天都有它的意义。&lt;br /&gt;我没有自欺欺人，但也说不出什么道理，我就只是有这一份自以为是的执著。&lt;br /&gt;虽然要说每一天都过得很好也不尽然，还稍微有些勉强；&lt;br /&gt;但人生，不无遗憾，不无伤心，不无失落；&lt;br /&gt;好与不好，就看自己怎么去评定。&lt;br /&gt;重点是，每一天，它都是意味着什么来着的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-340273155514910845?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/340273155514910845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/340273155514910845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/340273155514910845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_07.html' title='你今天好吗?'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-7831634879311076266</id><published>2009-04-06T23:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:55:02.764+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd April 2009, I'm going to Melbourne, Australia. Thinking of how i would become like when i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live in Melbourne. Suddenly i saw a man standing infront of me with a nice pose. There he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoUznMLaOI/AAAAAAAAABk/VwmACQl7vKc/s1600-h/P4030009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321588786617608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoUznMLaOI/AAAAAAAAABk/VwmACQl7vKc/s320/P4030009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He made me worried if i would become like him since I started living in Melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoS1__MhxI/AAAAAAAAABc/c9wq6UN4eVk/s1600-h/P4040012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586628610524946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoS1__MhxI/AAAAAAAAABc/c9wq6UN4eVk/s320/P4040012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st day in Melbourne. So excited!! Take a picture in Melbourne Airport 1st before leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, even the people behind also feel happy for me. 4th April 2009 is the day i 1st stepped on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melbourne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoRptjNcHI/AAAAAAAAABU/gUihTUvOizo/s1600-h/P4050037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585317991247986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoRptjNcHI/AAAAAAAAABU/gUihTUvOizo/s320/P4050037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is 3P. Get what it means? It shows how long u can park at the particular area. 3P means &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can park there for 3 hours only. Beyond that, you will kena black grandfather (Orrh Gong).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoQ_T2ohhI/AAAAAAAAABM/-xokP0jk-Zs/s1600-h/P4050036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584589538887186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoQ_T2ohhI/AAAAAAAAABM/-xokP0jk-Zs/s320/P4050036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another 3P. Are you thinking what i am thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoQGPUTlaI/AAAAAAAAABE/l9xIa0OE610/s1600-h/P4040023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583609068623266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoQGPUTlaI/AAAAAAAAABE/l9xIa0OE610/s320/P4040023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another 3 again, this is the letter box right infront of my house. It is nothing related to the 3P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-7831634879311076266?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/7831634879311076266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/destination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7831634879311076266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/7831634879311076266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/destination.html' title='Destination'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_w2Va7aPIY/SdoUznMLaOI/AAAAAAAAABk/VwmACQl7vKc/s72-c/P4030009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266894062355325738.post-3426190011063564782</id><published>2009-04-04T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:54:28.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>新人生</title><content type='html'>我的新人生就在这一刻开始了!&lt;br /&gt;更进一步的成长, 依然坚持的梦想.&lt;br /&gt;新的生活, 新的习惯, 新的自己.&lt;br /&gt;新人生,我来了!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266894062355325738-3426190011063564782?l=vancious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/feeds/3426190011063564782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/3426190011063564782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266894062355325738/posts/default/3426190011063564782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vancious.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='新人生'/><author><name>Vancious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06230336415842859570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
