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Never give up on anybody; miracles happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be brave even if your not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Think big thoughts, relish small pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to listen. Oppurtunity sometimes knocks very softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never deprive someone of hope, it might be all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Strive for excellence, not perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't waste time greiving over past mistakes. Learn from them and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When someone hugs you let them be the first to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never cut what can be untied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't expect life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember:Success comes to the one that acts first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never waste an oppurtunity to tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Remember that nobody makes it alone. Have a greatful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never underestimate the power of a kind word or deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Laugh alot.A good sense of humor cures almost all of life's ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't miss the magic of the moment by focusing on whats to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Watch for big problems. 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title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KujscHrCK8w/TvBmyHObIOI/AAAAAAAABNA/tKmh_aQn1x4/s72-c/cape-cod-photography-art-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-360103277003299876</id><published>2011-12-20T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:34:41.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>什么叫做距离</title><content type='html'>距离 什么叫做距离 住的远不是距离&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;真正的距离是你不肯理他不愿面对任何问题&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;更不愿意面对你即使你在他面前这才是真正的距离&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你爱她或两人相爱不一定会有好结局不努力永远不会有好结局&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;感情是靠两个人不是光靠单方感情别只是选择逃避&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;拥有了也代表着失去很多人分手了连朋友都做不成&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;感情上有天到了尽头真的爱你的人他只选择爱你或更爱你&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;但你能选择爱他也能不爱他因为你爱的是自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;别对他说无所谓因为你正拿着刀往他心脏刺了他一刀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-360103277003299876?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/360103277003299876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_5028.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>女孩每天临睡会先关掉手机&lt;br /&gt;然后把它放在写字台自己的相框架前&lt;br /&gt;这个习惯从买了手机的时候就这样保持着。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女孩有个很要好的男朋友&lt;br /&gt;两个人不见面的时候&lt;br /&gt;就打打电话或发发短信&lt;br /&gt;大家都喜欢这样的联络方式。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;有一天夜里，男孩很想念女孩子，打了过去却关机，因为女孩子已经睡着了。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;第二天，男孩对女孩子说：&lt;br /&gt;“以后晚上不要关机，好吗？我想你的时候找不到你，心会不安。”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;从那以后，女孩开始另一种习惯整夜都不关机。&lt;br /&gt;因为害怕他打来自己会因睡着而听不到，女孩夜夜都很警醒，人便日日消瘦。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;然而，慢慢地，两个人之间还是有了裂痕。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女孩很想挽回即临分手的局面&lt;br /&gt;便在一个深夜里给男孩打电话&lt;br /&gt;回答她的是很好听的女声：sorry，你所拨打的电话已关机。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;于是女孩知道，她的爱情已经关机。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很久以后，女孩有了另一场爱情。&lt;br /&gt;即使两个人在一起的感觉也很好，但女孩怎么也不肯嫁。&lt;br /&gt;女孩的心里还是会想起那个男孩的话和那个关机的夜。&lt;br /&gt;女孩还是保持着整夜不关机的习惯，只是不再期待它会响起。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一天夜里，女孩身染急症，慌乱之中把本想拨给父母的电话，&lt;br /&gt;却打通了这个男孩的电话，这个男孩没关机。女孩平安地恢复了健康。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;后来女孩问男孩：“为什么深夜还不关机？”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男孩说：“我怕你夜里有事情找不到我，会心慌。”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女孩最终嫁给了男孩。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;是啊，你的手机，深夜里为谁开？&lt;br /&gt;你会不会怕她找不到而心慌，爱一个人，有一份等待，就会在深夜里习惯性的开机。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;有一个可以开机等候你的人，那是一种深深的幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2094754109940188268?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2094754109940188268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_1815.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2094754109940188268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cUcAtynxzhc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-4467331592360746821</id><published>2011-12-20T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:28:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IarQX9UEJX8/TvBjRLap6AI/AAAAAAAABM0/aJ9Zk5KWF3E/s1600/0502051059561father_and_son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IarQX9UEJX8/TvBjRLap6AI/AAAAAAAABM0/aJ9Zk5KWF3E/s320/0502051059561father_and_son.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688155476142450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;wants to catch you before you fall&lt;br /&gt;but instead picks you up,&lt;br /&gt;brushes you off,&lt;br /&gt;and lets you try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;wants to keep you from making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but instead lets you find your own way,&lt;br /&gt;even though his heart breaks in silence&lt;br /&gt;when you get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;holds you when you cry,&lt;br /&gt;scolds you when you break the rules,&lt;br /&gt;shines with pride when you succeed,&lt;br /&gt;and has faith in you even when you fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cR5TQqCFCFE/TvBh4ECuU6I/AAAAAAAABMo/9IDkHQB452g/s1600/black-and-white-children-couple-cute-photography-Favim.com-43897_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cR5TQqCFCFE/TvBh4ECuU6I/AAAAAAAABMo/9IDkHQB452g/s320/black-and-white-children-couple-cute-photography-Favim.com-43897_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688153945154671522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they act so innocent sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The way they laugh&lt;br /&gt;The way they smile&lt;br /&gt;The way they get confused&lt;br /&gt;The way they look into your eyes and make everything even just for a second go away&lt;br /&gt;The way they touch you just to let you know he is there&lt;br /&gt;The way they try to defend themselves when you tease them&lt;br /&gt;The way he stares at you when you are walking down the hall even though his best friend is telling him the scores of last nights big game&lt;br /&gt;The way they seem to pop out of nowhere and slip their arms around you&lt;br /&gt;The way you fit just right in his arms&lt;br /&gt;The way he gets embarrassed when he does something clutzy around you and tries to cover it up&lt;br /&gt;The way they kiss you when you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;The way they kiss you when your day has gone completely wrong&lt;br /&gt;Actually just the way they kiss you&lt;br /&gt;The way when you hug them they feel exactly like your childhood teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;The way they can stay on the phone for hours even if he doesn't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;The way he looks at you when he thinks you are asleep&lt;br /&gt;The way he says "you look beautiful" even though you are just in jeans and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;The way they stare at you in class and then still stare after he has gotten in trouble for not paying attention&lt;br /&gt;The way they say "I LOVE YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2924895837547169862?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2924895837547169862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-they-act-so-innocent-sometimes-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2924895837547169862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2924895837547169862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-they-act-so-innocent-sometimes-way.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cR5TQqCFCFE/TvBh4ECuU6I/AAAAAAAABMo/9IDkHQB452g/s72-c/black-and-white-children-couple-cute-photography-Favim.com-43897_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5764891095628582253</id><published>2011-12-20T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:20:22.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx3sT98qEoA/TvBhUWUovsI/AAAAAAAABMc/zpFw4_vTsQk/s1600/animals-beauty-cats-girl-photography-real-people-Favim.com-38552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx3sT98qEoA/TvBhUWUovsI/AAAAAAAABMc/zpFw4_vTsQk/s320/animals-beauty-cats-girl-photography-real-people-Favim.com-38552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688153331586350786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who likes to be kissed in the rain, more than inside your bedroom or in an expensive resturant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who says,"ok, but you owe me..." jokingly not because I actually want something, but because it means I get to spend more time with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl you can take absolutely anywhere and I will (or at least try to) have fun because it means I am spending time with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who is incredibly picky, but when I find someone I like I want to spend the whole night curled up in their arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who never forgets all the sweet little things you do for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who actually keeps her body parts in her clothing in public... most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who never gives up hope even when I tell others I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who once I let you into my heart, there's always a place there with your name on it. And even if we spend time apart, I'm the girl who never forgets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who you can talk to about anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and will remember each one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who will listen to you talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who really does want to be friends after a break up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me for no apparent reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind or kiss me on the forehead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves you for you, and doesn't care what other people say about us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves it when you introduce me to your friends as your girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who loves the feeling when you take me by the hand without saying a word...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5764891095628582253?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5764891095628582253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5764891095628582253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5764891095628582253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>对于已经错过的一些东西，或许不用再试着去挽留，错了就错了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界上对和错、得与失永远是五五开的机率。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论你做了怎么样的选择和要走怎么样的路都一定会在将来后悔，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为每一样我们失去的东西总会有我们想要留下和值得缅怀的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;错过了也没什么，哪个人的一生永远会得到又不曾失去，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要重新找回你已经失去了的东西，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许你能够挽回一些什么，或许你也能够得到一些安慰，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是你挽回的一定不会是你曾经失去了的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太多我们很在乎的事情总是在我们的意料之外，而又往往让我们感觉力不从心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们不能使自己想要的会永远在我们身边。人生有太多的不确定，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的一切在时间面前都是不堪一击的脆弱，包括生命、情感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是有英雄末路，于是有曲终人散。有一些情感，过去了也就变了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某些人可以让我们刻苦铭心，某些事可以让我们终生难忘，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我们都变了，回不去了，再苦苦找寻，剩下的不过是个遗憾，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;并不是每个人每件事付出了都会有结果的，有些事总是看不到希望，甚至是不知道有没有开始&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能成功没有关系，看不到希望也没有关系，但是你相信有希望吗？你相信一切都会好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管怎么样，对于得到，我们都应该充满感激，不管得到的是什么，起码我们经历过，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对于我们把握不住人或事也不必太感慨，失去了便失去了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁能保证那本该是属于你的，有些东西原本就是让你牵挂而不是获取的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界变了，难忘的人，做过的梦，有过的期待，走过的路，有一些自己认为该珍惜的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在又如何呢？是不是这世上的事本来就是经不起时间的等待的，曾以为自己会为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人难过很久，曾以为自己会真的放不下一些东西，那么现在又是如何呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来开始新的日子，学会忘记，就那么简单，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来是当年我们还太年轻，总是很感性，总是宁愿守住一个人一件事不舍得放手，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但还是长大了，不是吗？还是学会，怎么一个人也要好好活着不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是一步一步的走下来了，不是吗？所有的事都在过去，不是吗？有一个词叫曾经，不是吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3036313412044544177?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3036313412044544177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_624.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3036313412044544177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3036313412044544177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_624.html' title='时间回不到最开始的地方（写给看不开的人）'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-4435300865208748775</id><published>2011-08-20T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:41:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>见1个爱1个、爱1个忘1个.</title><content type='html'>你拼命说我想恋爱我想恋爱 可真正有人对你说我喜欢你时你又犹豫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我喜欢他我喜欢他 可是一天没见你就忘了他的模样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我忘了他我忘了他 可一想到起心脏还是停跳一拍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要学习我要学习 可翻开了数学练习册看一眼却又合上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要过儿童节 可爸爸说请你吃饭请你去公园你又不要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我想减肥我想减肥 可一进超市又拿薯片饼干奶茶巧克力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我很成熟我很成熟 可又在看动画片的时候流下眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我很快乐我很快乐 可夜深人静的时候又一个人伤春悲秋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我很痴情我很痴情 可你又见一个爱一个爱一个忘一个&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要坚强我要坚强 可是手指划破一个小口子你也要哭个没完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要独立我要独立 可每天还是妈妈喊你起床一遍又一遍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要努力我要努力 可看见一天天减下去的数字你又迷茫的要死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你拼命说我要怎样我想怎样我很怎样我能怎样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可这个世界还有你还有我还有他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过如此……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4435300865208748775?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4435300865208748775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/1111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>1、难过时，吃一粒糖，告诉自己生活是甜的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2、走到天涯寻不到自己所需要的东西，回到家就发现了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3、原谅是容易的。再次信任，就没那么容易了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4、如果我用你待我的方式来待你， 恐怕你会恨死我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5、越是输不起的人，越喜欢下大赌注，梗着脖子并不能让人显得高大，低下头并不是认输。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6、我们的身体不是画廊，所以不需要展览。我们的爱情不是幌子，所以不需要伪装。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7、有时候，遗忘，是最好的解脱；有时候，沉默，却是最好的诉说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8、人生没有绝对的公平，但是相对公平的。在一个天平秤上，你得到的越多，也必须比别人承受得更多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9、女人无所谓正派，正派是因为受到的引诱不够；男人无所谓忠诚，忠诚是因为背叛的筹码太低。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10、一条路，先走下去再说，无论前面是温柔乡，还是油炸锅。只要没有死，全身没有插满管子，人生收拾一下，总还是有希望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11、人的一生注定会遇到两个人，一个惊艳了时光，一个温柔了岁月。我想我两个都遇到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12、爱情就是一条抛物线，即便再浓烈，也终将会归于平淡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13、把别人看得太重，结果却被别人看成什么都不是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14、很长时间以后我才明白，痛苦是一回事，而痛苦所带来的心灰意冷又是另一回事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15、张爱玲《沉香屑：第一炉香》：我知道我变了。从前的我，我就不大喜欢，现在的我，我更不喜欢。我回去，愿意做一个新的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16、七堇年《北方》：如果我们不想对人事失望，惟一的方法就是不要对它寄予任何希望。这不是绝望，这是生存下去的惟一途径，亦是获取幸福感的前提。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17、东野圭吾《白夜行》：我的天空里没有太阳，总是黑夜，但并不暗，因为有东西代替了太阳。虽然没有太阳那么明亮，但对我来说已经足够。凭借着这份光，我便能把黑夜当成白天。我从来就没有太阳，所以不怕失去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18、三毛：可进可出，若即若离，可爱可怨，可聚而不会散，才是最天长地久的一种好朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19、朱德庸：人生有时候是一个提问题的过程而非找答案的过程，要选择人生的乐趣还是人生的结果，由你自己决定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20、 张小娴：打从某天起，好像跟你没那么好了，见面少了，电话也少了；孤单的时候，忍住没找你。我亲爱的朋友，并不是因为你做了什么，而是我的故事变复杂了， 有些话不知道从何说起，不如不说；有些秘密只能藏在心底，独自承担。不想对你说谎，更害怕你痛心的责备，于是只好假装忘了你。其实，你一直在我心里。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6558998205932909868?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6558998205932909868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6558998205932909868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6558998205932909868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_20.html' title='其实、你一直在我心里'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-4816451883949586949</id><published>2011-08-16T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:22:13.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>重感情的人有这种习惯</title><content type='html'>⒈ 总会把事情想得很长久&lt;br /&gt;⒉ 喜欢黑夜 习惯晚睡&lt;br /&gt;⒊ 很固执 不懂得放弃 但一旦放弃了就绝不会回头&lt;br /&gt;⒋ 在别人面前笑得很开心 一个人旳时候却很漠落&lt;br /&gt;⒌ 在陌生人面前很安静 在朋友面前胡闹&lt;br /&gt;⒍ 喜欢写字 阅读&lt;br /&gt;⒎ 莫名地孤单 无法抗拒的恐惧感&lt;br /&gt;⒏ 不爱说话 很爱说话&lt;br /&gt;⒐ 心情不好旳时候 却喜欢听悲歌&lt;br /&gt;⒑ 容易满足 更容易受伤&lt;br /&gt;⒒ 习惯了沉默 在沉默中爆发或者选择灭亡&lt;br /&gt;⒓ 习惯保留自己 因为只有这样在离开旳时候 心才不会痛&lt;br /&gt;⒔ 不相信童话 却一直期待会有个真正懂得自己保护自己旳人出现&lt;br /&gt;⒕ 喜欢怀旧 之后感到深深旳寂寞 恐惧&lt;br /&gt;⒖ 一点点事就胡思乱想 想到戏剧般旳吓人&lt;br /&gt;⒗ 付出旳远远超过得到旳&lt;br /&gt;⒘ 坐在电脑前 不知道做什么 却又不想关掉它&lt;br /&gt;⒙ 觉得世界上每一个人都不可靠 但却还是那样地选择相信别人&lt;br /&gt;⒚ 不习惯一个人莫名其妙地消失在自己旳生命中&lt;br /&gt;⒛ 不喜欢等待 却总是等待&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4816451883949586949?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4816451883949586949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2153.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4816451883949586949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4816451883949586949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2153.html' title='重感情的人有这种习惯'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6343462026085836093</id><published>2011-08-16T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:22:30.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Baby Vincent Tan'/><title type='text'>真的很想和你简简单单的在一起</title><content type='html'>我要的， &lt;br /&gt;有个人和我一起吃饭， &lt;br /&gt;只要开开心心的， &lt;br /&gt;路边摊一样可以吃的很满足。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的，&lt;br /&gt;手牵手、快快乐乐的一起去压马路。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的，&lt;br /&gt;每写一篇日志、写一个心情，有个人，始终在我身边看着我感慨万千， &lt;br /&gt;给我回复，回应着我的感受，&lt;br /&gt;让整个世界都知道，&lt;br /&gt;我们&lt;br /&gt;很幸福很幸福。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的， &lt;br /&gt;在我难过的时候，什么话都可以给那个你说。 &lt;br /&gt;一句亲爱的，别难过，你还有我。 &lt;br /&gt;心里的难过就会好很多很多， &lt;br /&gt;因为我知道，&lt;br /&gt;有个人在我的身后默默的支持我、关心我。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的， &lt;br /&gt;在我孤单的时候，有个人给我发发短信，让我听听你的声音。 &lt;br /&gt;这对我来说，比什么有趣的书、好玩的游戏都重要，都能让我欣慰。 &lt;br /&gt;因为我知道，&lt;br /&gt;有个人，虽然不能见我、陪着我，&lt;br /&gt;但是心里却一直在挂念我。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的， &lt;br /&gt;一声叮嘱、一声关爱、 一句问候。&lt;br /&gt;吃饭了么？饿了么？累了么？ &lt;br /&gt;其实，&lt;br /&gt;对我都是珍贵的、暖暖的。&lt;br /&gt;我发誓永远都不会嫌这样的你啰嗦。&lt;br /&gt;一句我们一起，什么困难我都能扛下去。 &lt;br /&gt;其实，&lt;br /&gt;在我心里都会荡漾出最幸福的涟漪。 &lt;br /&gt;我不要温柔的甜言蜜语、不要海枯石烂的誓言。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的，&lt;br /&gt;只是一个紧紧的无声拥抱；&lt;br /&gt;只是要一只能牢牢牵住我、不会随便丢掉的小手。 &lt;br /&gt;我不要你每一分钟都陪着我，&lt;br /&gt;你也有你的生活，我不想干涉你太多。 &lt;br /&gt;我要的，&lt;br /&gt;只是你能够相信我，&lt;br /&gt;说得出就能做得到的行动，&lt;br /&gt;温暖着我的心底、充满幸福的滋味。 &lt;br /&gt;很多感触、很多感动。&lt;br /&gt;我都放在了我的心里慢慢的回味， &lt;br /&gt;一条关怀的短信、一声电话骚扰。&lt;br /&gt;其实，&lt;br /&gt;都是我在想你的表现。&lt;br /&gt;你懂吗？我想要的仅此而已…&lt;br /&gt;未来的未来，未知未觉。&lt;br /&gt;迷茫的彷徨，期待的不可预知。&lt;br /&gt;没有信誓旦旦，没有笃信和永远的保证。&lt;br /&gt;一双手，暖暖的牵着。&lt;br /&gt;十指，牢牢的交叉。&lt;br /&gt;相信。&lt;br /&gt;房子，那是一个温暖的家，而不是豪华的奢侈。&lt;br /&gt;车子，交通的代步。&lt;br /&gt;慢慢来。&lt;br /&gt;存款，不用太多，并不是富二代才会幸福！&lt;br /&gt;两个人一起为未来奋斗，平淡也温馨。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不曾羡慕房子、车子、票子，&lt;br /&gt;一起规划的将来，更有保障…&lt;br /&gt;当然，前提是我们也不会无家可归。&lt;br /&gt;简简单单、手牵手。 &lt;br /&gt;我并不脱俗，相反，&lt;br /&gt;世俗的现实。&lt;br /&gt;我并不可爱，也会烦人、也会任性的无理取闹。 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;只是，&lt;br /&gt;知道会有个声音告诉我:       &lt;br /&gt;在我的眼里，你就是我的整个世界！ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一世年华。    一生淡定。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6343462026085836093?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6343462026085836093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;那一年、每天早早起来、只为不错过打电话叫你起床的机会。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、寝室熄灯后偷偷跑出去洗漱（12点以后，不然会被捉）、只为熄灯前和你多聊几句。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、上课的时候会偷偷给你画画、虽然画的不好却很用心。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、一个定制的结婚证、激动了一个月可惜我把你的名字打错了（也、打成了野）。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、梳妆台上除了护肤品就是送给你的礼物。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、只要你说的我都会去做、只要你想要的、我能给的、都会满足你。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你补课。我放假。你午休我就打车过去看你、只因我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你不开心的时候可以骂我，甚至打我，即便是当众的羞辱。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、我的世界你是第一位、而你的世界却看不到我的身影。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、会主动认识你的朋友、找不到你时、就麻烦你朋友帮忙。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、生病了会给你打电话、只是想听听你的声音。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、为了和你出去、就算被妈妈骂也还是坚持。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你喜欢玩头文字D、车卡叫DD//MY、我便开始玩我根本不感兴趣的电玩、车卡叫MY//DD。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、迷上了铁拳、卡里的人是LILI、因为你选的也是。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、拼了命的练歌、尽管学了8年唱歌、但在你面前、我还是静静的听。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、因为你、喜欢上了萧敬腾、因为你、一首《你不在》让我哭了又哭。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你是我第一个男人、可我却不是你最后一个女人。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你讨厌买BYT的尴尬、BYT都是我去买、开房也是。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、是我人生中最重要的一年。&lt;br /&gt;那一年、你教会了我什么是爱、却也让我明白了放弃是多么的痛。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------- 你离开了、我蜕变了。-------------------------------------------------------------你 走了、连头也不会的选择了另一个女人。你继续着你的甜言蜜语和幸福、而我只是你黑名单里不会亮起的头像。于是我变了、可是你都不知道、这一切只为你。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我变了、每天出门前要几个小时去打扮自己、你们看的到只是我在人前的光鲜。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、精致的粉底、浓浓的眼妆、在人前的我早已面目全非。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、再也没有成片的短信、手机甚至可以丢在家里、空暇的时间只属于我自己。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、没有一句“我爱你”可以让我心动、我知道那只是一个简单的句子。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、男人去外地的时候、没有叮咛、没有零零碎碎的礼物、只有一包避孕套、告诉他不要把病带回来。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、爱情只是可有可无的东西、不值得我为之放弃任何。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、出门我是可以不带MONEY的、会有人带的。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、拒绝传你们的照片、也不会去标注所谓的“老公”。 &lt;br /&gt;我变了、每天晚上会做的只有面膜和瑜伽、有个本本叫做“libro”&lt;br /&gt;我变了、头发是铜红色的、中分；衣服是成熟的、历练的。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、我不想和任何人穿情侣装、因为穿上情侣装不代表就是情侣。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、没有任何男人会成为我眼中的例外。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、不会为了任何男人、去断掉其他的异性、不值得。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、每天早早起来、是用来跑步和瑜伽而不是叫任何人。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、熄灯后躺在床上看小说、洗漱永远是熄灯前的作业、在没有人值得我为了其去熬夜。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、上课就是上课、连短信都不会发了，更何况给你们画画、我没有那个闲心。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、不会去定制那些毫无意义的东西、因为没有必要而你的名字是什么、也只是代号无需强调。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、梳妆台就是梳妆台、除了化妆品还是化妆品、都是属于我的。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、你可以随便的说、但我不会去做、我只做我喜欢的、而我想要的、你必须给我。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、无论男人在忙什么、多想见我、再也不会特意去看你、因为我有我的生活、想我、你自己来看。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、没一个男人何以骂我、可以打我、更何况当众羞辱。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、你们可以把我放在第一位、但我的世界只有亲情和友情。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、无所谓你的朋友是谁、那是你的事、找不到你、我就不找了、大家都是成年人、丢不了。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、生病了自己去医院、不会告诉任何人。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、不会把任何可以用来陪妈妈和朋友的时间抽出来陪你、亲人和朋友才能陪我走一辈子。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、喜欢玩头文字D、车卡叫MY//DD、不为任何人。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、继续玩铁拳、还是用LILI、但却只为了消遣。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、经常和朋友去K歌，开心就好，不论会不会唱的，没有人只是静静的听。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、喜欢的是《逼上梁山》、因为可以咆哮。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、你却依然是我第一个男人、我希望你身边的是你最后一个女人。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、不是任何一个男人解决生理需要的物品，开房这种事。离我远点。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、这是我人生中重要的蜕变、再也不是那个单纯的小女孩了。&lt;br /&gt;我变了、我教会男人什么是爱、却也让他们明白放弃是多么的痛。&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------我变了、只是你不知道-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;有没有这样一个傻女孩、也像我对他一样对你？你是不是也曾是这样一个傻孩子？？&lt;br /&gt;世界都在变、我们也要有所改变。&lt;br /&gt;我不恨你、因为是你成就了现在的我。&lt;br /&gt;我不恨你、因为是你让我知道“女为悦己者容”&lt;br /&gt;我不恨你、因为是你让我了解，女人应该时刻注意自己是否美丽，因为男人是视觉动物。&lt;br /&gt;我不恨你、因为我曾经爱过你。&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天、我们再次相遇、我们可以像久别的老朋友。&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天、我们再次相遇、会像陌生人般擦身而过或是重新相识、&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天、。。。。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;但是你要知道、我变了、而这一切蜕变都要感谢你当初的冷酷与无情。女孩、不要去埋怨那个曾经遗弃了你的人、若不是他、你不会变的这么优秀、若不是他、你不会变的这么历练、若不是他、你不会长大。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3487999123715236562?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3487999123715236562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_5221.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3487999123715236562'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2848026905409835876</id><published>2011-08-16T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:47:29.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughter couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLXt7Vh6yuc/TkoEN5V3MDI/AAAAAAAABH8/ihGElrravRA/s1600/289278_2208051368196_1454808620_2417871_235486_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLXt7Vh6yuc/TkoEN5V3MDI/AAAAAAAABH8/ihGElrravRA/s320/289278_2208051368196_1454808620_2417871_235486_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641326120012296242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVHTBjKq2fs/TkoDyWpLxzI/AAAAAAAABG0/u7Av5zpDPlU/s320/220062_10150179092847143_529257142_7307605_1682796_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641325646841628466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2LQUVz0Qic/TkoDyXXLnII/AAAAAAAABGs/B_7j8WV3Ae4/s1600/215034_246663585356522_100000386465586_803538_2750727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2LQUVz0Qic/TkoDyXXLnII/AAAAAAAABGs/B_7j8WV3Ae4/s320/215034_246663585356522_100000386465586_803538_2750727_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641325647034555522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLHbuE02i4I/TkoDyAuJF-I/AAAAAAAABGk/OF7OutPRpqg/s1600/208618_10150274134623136_819758135_9443951_2873718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLHbuE02i4I/TkoDyAuJF-I/AAAAAAAABGk/OF7OutPRpqg/s320/208618_10150274134623136_819758135_9443951_2873718_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641325640956844002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2couples was juz so funny... have them ard always made me laugh!!!! Cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2848026905409835876?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2848026905409835876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/laughter-couples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2848026905409835876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2848026905409835876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/laughter-couples.html' title='laughter couples'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLXt7Vh6yuc/TkoEN5V3MDI/AAAAAAAABH8/ihGElrravRA/s72-c/289278_2208051368196_1454808620_2417871_235486_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2351612866546723568</id><published>2011-08-16T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:14:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>女孩最在乎什么、说的太对了!</title><content type='html'>1.女孩子并不在乎你有没有钱，她在乎的是你会不会发奋努力改变现状；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.女孩子并不在乎与你生活在一起会遇到困难，她在乎的是你会不会迎难而上，不逃避；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.女孩子并不在乎你长得有多帅，她在乎的是你能不能给她足够的安全感；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.女孩子并不在乎你跟你的异性朋友有多好，她在乎的是你能不能一心一意对她好；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.女孩子并不在乎你送她的礼物有多贵，她在乎的是你会不会时常给她个惊喜；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.女孩子并不在乎你的志向有多远大，她在乎的是你是不是一个老实做人、踏实做事的人；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.女孩子并不在乎你有多浪漫，她在乎的是能不能从生活的点滴中感受到你的爱；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.女孩子并不在乎你的人可以每时每刻都陪在她身边，她在乎的是你的心可以无时无刻不想着她；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.女孩子并不在乎你在物质生活上给她多大的满足，她在乎的往往是一句窝心的话，那似乎比什么都重要；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.女孩子并不在乎你现在的境况如何，她在乎的是你能不能让她看到你的未来；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.女孩子并不在乎你跟她的关系有多亲密，她在乎的是你会不会负责到底；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.女孩子并不在乎可以分享你的快乐，她在乎的是可不可以分担你的忧愁；&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.女孩子并不在乎跟你在一起吃苦，她在乎的是陪你走到最后的是不是她。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2351612866546723568?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2351612866546723568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2240.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2351612866546723568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2351612866546723568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2240.html' title='女孩最在乎什么、说的太对了!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2450974646964651741</id><published>2011-08-16T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:13:31.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们来做个约定、累了也不分手</title><content type='html'>如果我总缠着你，请不要说我不乖。&lt;br /&gt;请不要对我生气。&lt;br /&gt;因为我真的很珍惜和你的每分每秒。哪怕明明相隔两地，哪怕只是在电话中相聚。&lt;br /&gt;因为在乎每一次小小意义上的分离。&lt;br /&gt;如果我不会总缠着你，请不要以为我舍得和你说再见了。&lt;br /&gt;你不懂我那一瞬间的失落，是多么想伸出手去抓住 你。&lt;br /&gt;你要明白正是为了爱，才悄悄的收起对你的依赖&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天我们都会埋怨，也许有一天我们都会犯错，&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天我们都会忽视今天的诺言，&lt;br /&gt;也许有一天我们也会吵架……&lt;br /&gt;我们来做个约定好吗？&lt;br /&gt;约好即使吵架也不可以不接听彼此的电话，约好即使吵架也不可以不好好照顾自己，&lt;br /&gt;约好即使吵架也不可以轻易说分手，&lt;br /&gt;约好即使吵架也不可以伤害自己，&lt;br /&gt;约好即使吵架也不可以错过了……&lt;br /&gt;约好，吵架的时候告诉自己：错误是 短暂的，错过却是永远遗憾的……&lt;br /&gt;爱情，有时候很脆弱，脆弱到容不下一点点沙。&lt;br /&gt;爱情，有时候很顽强，顽强到什么也分不开相爱的人。&lt;br /&gt;如果 有一天，我们不再任性的不理会一切；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我们不再要求时时都粘在一起；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我们不再傻傻的看着对方微笑；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我们不 再不理会柴米油盐；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我们不再是任性的两个小孩；　　如果有一天，我们习惯了彼此埋怨……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;请不要说“分手吧，祝你快乐！”&lt;br /&gt;因为这一 天更应该说 “我们结婚吧，让我照顾你一辈子”…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2450974646964651741?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2450974646964651741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2646.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2450974646964651741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2450974646964651741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2646.html' title='我们来做个约定、累了也不分手'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5530420916530472991</id><published>2011-08-16T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:12:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Felli Fel - Boomerang ft. 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/&gt;如果只有他那么想，那最后肯定有一方会承受不住的，因为他也不敢确定她是不是和他想的一样.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;谈恋爱的人，是不是能较好地交流，这可不一定。有时，相爱的人反倒不能交流。林黛玉最爱贾宝玉，爱得不要命，可是一见面就吵、就哭。越是相爱就越容易吵架。薛宝钗为什么不跟贾宝玉吵呢？因为她不爱他。女孩子喜欢谁就跟谁吵，这一点对男士有极大的参考价值！&lt;br /&gt;一个人对另外一个人的感情如果很一般，就很客气，很有礼貌，很尊重人家跟你不同的东西，有一种求同存异的倾向；而感情越好，对对方越关心，求同的倾向越强，达到一个峰值，也就是最高点，就接近全面求同。明知对方对自己有感情，感情强烈，就越不讲理、苛刻，有点专制了。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;所以今天我就详细的把吵架分析一下，希望看了的人能够看懂，把话读透！相爱的男女朋友&lt;br /&gt;对方的一举一动都细细的看在眼里，会胡思乱想很正常的，所以，当你有了男（女）朋友之后&lt;br /&gt;请对其他异性保持一定距离. 好好的去珍惜你身边那位会约束你，会吃你醋的人吧&lt;br /&gt;不要觉得他（她）不讲道理，因为要讲理，那就做普通朋友好了，普通朋友不会约束你&lt;br /&gt;并且永远都会尽量顺着你，讲好听的给你。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;相爱的情人任何的吵闹，嫉妒，猜忌，孩子气，都是合理正常的。因为他（她）重视你，重视你们之间的一切&lt;br /&gt;才会情感敏感而强烈.如果现在的你，正因为你的男（女）朋友无理取闹而生气，请拿起电话打给他（她）吧&lt;br /&gt;冷战时期其实对方都想要给对方打电话，但互相也是在等着对方的电话，就是因为彼此都这么想&lt;br /&gt;所以既难受又生气，甚至越想越气，最后闹的是不可开交，所以在他遇到这种情况的时候&lt;br /&gt;他都是第一个说话的人，因为他知道她是那么的爱他，他也是那么的爱她，男人就应该让着自己心爱的女人&lt;br /&gt;这个因为换个角度想一想你也是幸福中的人啊！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;好好的珍惜你身边为了一点小事而吃醋生气的人吧，因为你拥有着这样的深深爱着你的人是——幸福！&lt;br /&gt;情人心里面容不下一粒沙子，哪怕是很小很小.真正爱你的人是容不下你和异性单独聊天或单独出去的 。&lt;br /&gt;为什么要珍惜男（女）朋友？因为对方很爱你，会甘心情愿为你做很多事，很多普通朋友不会帮你做的事你的男（女）朋友都会为你去做。《 打出来的男、女人嘴服，疼出来的男、女人心服。》  &lt;br /&gt;总之吵架的根本原因就是真爱和在乎的混合体！！这可是一份最真最真的幸福噢~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人不吵了、不闹了、不叫了，就是真的不爱了&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人说要离开，是伤心了，是你让他失望了.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人明知道你们之间没有未来，却情愿留在你身边做个普通朋友，不是她太贱，只是她舍不得 .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人故意在你面前提到别的男人，不是她花心，只是想要刺激一下你，让你多在乎她一点 .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人不主动打电话、发信息给你，不是不想你，是她不够自信，你接到电话、&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;短信时，是否也同样的想念她 .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果女人不爱你，是不会对你发脾气的，不要报怨自己的女朋友脾气太怪，女人只对她爱的人发脾气.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人不是不知道你还有别的女人，她选择独自伤心却不揭穿你，是害怕揭穿后给了你一个离开她的借口.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人总是在你面前假装很开心，不是她没心没肺，成天傻乐，只是为了在你面前留下最美的样子.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人      其实你不懂&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;9、不要爱上有家的女人，总有一天你会觉得自己很白痴。&lt;br /&gt;10、偶尔和父亲喝点小酒，远比和一帮酒肉朋友在一起买醉来的开心。&lt;br /&gt;11、把孝顺情人的钱，多花在父母身上。&lt;br /&gt;12、不要再认为你在玩别人的感情，对手可能比你道行要高。&lt;br /&gt;13、十七、八岁没钱没卡叫潇洒，二十五岁以上没钱没卡叫没安全感。&lt;br /&gt;14、不要再想你这辈子必须找个张柏芝或李嘉欣，因为你不是周润发。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16、坐公车上下班没什么丢人的，每天打车的钱省下来可能够你将来&lt;br /&gt;的孩子多喝几袋好奶粉。&lt;br /&gt;17、没办法做到的事不要轻易承诺，男人的信誉很重要。&lt;br /&gt;18、专一一点没什么不好。&lt;br /&gt;19、永远不要觉得别人的媳妇比自己的好，因为她必竟不是你的，老婆还是自己的最好。&lt;br /&gt;20、人，一辈子，开心就好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4078448439278110857?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4078448439278110857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_2717.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>逼出来的坚强</title><content type='html'>哭的时候没人哄，我学会了坚强；&lt;br /&gt;怕的时候没人陪，我学会了勇敢；&lt;br /&gt;烦的时候没人问，我学会了承受；&lt;br /&gt;累的时候没人可以依靠，我学会了自立......&lt;br /&gt;就这样我找到了自己，&lt;br /&gt;原来我很优秀，更可贵的是，世界上，&lt;br /&gt;我只有一个，只有一个我！&lt;br /&gt;渐渐地，我成熟了，&lt;br /&gt;知道了人是被逼出来的，&lt;br /&gt;只有压力才有动力，因为没有更大的不如意，&lt;br /&gt;所以现在的不如意也是幸福的！&lt;br /&gt;       想要成蝶的蛹就要破茧，&lt;br /&gt;想要重生的凤凰就要蘖磐，&lt;br /&gt;就要坚强，即使独自悲伤，&lt;br /&gt;也不要去乞求怜悯&lt;br /&gt;，嗟来的是廉价的，赶上的是便宜的，&lt;br /&gt;在追求美好的同时不要失去自我，要始终做我自己，&lt;br /&gt;只有自己才拥有自己全部的风格，谁也模仿不了，真实的你没有盗版！&lt;br /&gt;相信自己可以撑起属于自己的那片蓝天~是马就应去驰骋草原，&lt;br /&gt;是鹰就该去翱翔天宇，而我只需要做好我自己！&lt;br /&gt;生活所迫又怎样，环境不好又怎样，困难大又怎样，这一切都需要你自己去打拼！拼不出来就找个地盘老实呆着！&lt;br /&gt;这社会谁会可怜你啊！&lt;br /&gt;谁不是从挨打过来的，谁不是从孙子混过来的吖。不能主宰别人就管好自己，给自己个机会去重生，被逼出来的你才是蜕变的英雄，把握好这个机会，去展示全新的自己，&lt;br /&gt;我永远都相信“爱拼才会赢”      &lt;br /&gt;      爱上等于哀伤，宁可高傲的发霉，也不低调的凑合。&lt;br /&gt;无聊时看看书，孤独时找个最好的朋友聊聊，&lt;br /&gt;多疼疼自己，健康是一切的本钱。&lt;br /&gt;不要过分去强求不属于自己的东西，&lt;br 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/&gt;7、学会珍惜，失去了就再也找不回了&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8、不要试图给自己找任何借口，错误面前没借口，错就是错。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9、不要随意发脾气，谁都不欠你的。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10、不说谎话，因为总有被拆穿的一天。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11、别低估任何人。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12、你没那么多观众，别那么累。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13、过去的事情可以不忘记，但一定要放下。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14、别人说的记在脑袋里，而自己的，则放在心里。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15、社会是有等级的，很多事不公平。别抱怨，因为没有用。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16、你永远没有你自己想象中那么重要&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17、钱能解决的问题统统不叫问题。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18、无论何时说“我爱你"，请真心实意。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19、永远不要以貌取人。慢慢地说，但要迅速地想。 。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20、找点时间，单独呆会儿。耐的住寂寞&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21、不是自己的东西不要，就是再喜欢也不行，要懂得放弃。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22、不要觉得是生活亏欠了你，其实是我做的努力不够。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23、努力向前，再努力向前，再努力一下下，愿望就会实现 。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-648319741368636783</id><published>2011-08-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:44:47.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>两个人交往、彼此至少要做到的。</title><content type='html'>女孩：&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. 如果你有他，请你尽量少让他吃醋。你应该知道，他为了你可以拒绝所有女生的要求只是为了你的那一点安心。&lt;br /&gt;2. 如果你有他，请你对他忠诚。&lt;br /&gt;3. 如果你有他，请不要拿别人的好来和他作比较，虽然他嘴上不会说，但他心里会很难受。既然你选择了他，就不要挑剔他的小小缺点，他只会用他自己的方式来爱你，因为他就是他。&lt;br /&gt;4. 如果你有他，请你在朋友面前给他留点尊言，因为到时候别人笑话的只能是你而不是他。&lt;br /&gt;5. 如果你有他，请你做大事之前先跟他商量商量，虽然你是他的“领导”，但是他也是领导的另一半.......&lt;br /&gt;6. 如果你有他，请你为他擦擦他打完球时脸上的汗。这不比他愿意弓腰为你系鞋带困难。&lt;br /&gt;7. 如果你有他，你会说：“亲爱的，我们要努力，为我们的未来而共同努力！”&lt;br /&gt;8. 如果你有他，在他喝醉后请给他准备一杯奶或是一杯蜂蜜，然后让他擦擦后快点睡觉。而不是一个劲的骂他喝多了。&lt;br /&gt;9. 如果你爱他，请你想办法帮他戒烟，而不是给他扔烟.&lt;br /&gt;10.如果你爱他，请你回复他的短信或是电话，因为你不知只要见不到你，他是多么的担心和想念.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男孩：&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. 如果你有她，请你不要再和别的女人暧昧。如果她也这样，你会愿意吗？&lt;br /&gt;2. 如果你有她，请不要随时随地都在监督着她，更不要不断烦人般的问她在哪。有些事不要问多了，也不要管多了，因为每个人都有自己的空间，即使情侣也是。你更要相信她对你的忠诚.......&lt;br /&gt;3. 如果你有她，请记着她的所有爱好，记着她的每一个愿望，记着她的口味，记着她不爱吃什么，记着她对什么过敏，记着她害怕什么，记着她的伤痛，不仅要记着她 的生日还要记着她家人的生日.....(如果脑子记不住，就记在本子上)(最好设置成银行卡密码）........&lt;br /&gt;4. 如果你有她，就不要老看那些路边的美女，起码不要在和她一起的时候看~&lt;br /&gt;5. 如果你有她，请在她需要你的时候尽量尽快的回到她身旁，因为她需要你的肩膀。即使你无法到达，再忙也要回个短信或是电话。&lt;br /&gt;6. 如果你有她，请你在她悲伤的时候给他一个肩膀（不要怕累），然后你再像哄小孩子一样轻轻的拍着她说：“亲爱的，你还有我呢，有我在，永远别怕......”&lt;br /&gt;7. 如果你有他，请不要摆一副自以为是的臭脸，更不要太大男子主义。爱情是平等的，真正了解和互相体谅才对。&lt;br /&gt;8. 如果你有她，请你记住所有对她的承诺，既然说了就不要背弃。&lt;br /&gt;9. 如果你有她，请你一直牵着她的手，不要轻易的松掉，要给她幸福！&lt;br /&gt;10.如果你有她，当她因没注意你的感受，而和其他男生疯玩了半天后找你道歉时，请你不要责怪她，你只要说：“亲爱的，不管你走的多远，只要你最后能回到我身边就行.....”&lt;br /&gt;11.如果你有她，请让她天天开心!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男孩女孩们：如果你们有了彼此，请你们珍眼前的每一分每一秒，请你们彼此忠诚，彼此信任。如果你们背弃了任何一点，或许后悔会陪你一辈子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-648319741368636783?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/648319741368636783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/648319741368636783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/648319741368636783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='两个人交往、彼此至少要做到的。'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3218290510402556067</id><published>2011-07-18T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:44:49.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 ways to keep a relationship working</title><content type='html'>1. Love each other&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t lie&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep communication open&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay sweet&lt;br /&gt;5. When you had a fight, do not let the day pass&lt;br /&gt;6. Give and take process&lt;br /&gt;7. Don’t talk about your stupid ex’s&lt;br /&gt;8. Beware of each other’s feelings&lt;br /&gt;9. Don’t compare your past with your present&lt;br /&gt;10. If you say sorry MEAN IT&lt;br /&gt;11. Forget about “PRIDE”&lt;br /&gt;12. When you get hurt just FORGIVE and FORGET&lt;br /&gt;13. Never talk about break-ups&lt;br /&gt;14. Never say it’s okay when its not&lt;br /&gt;15. Don’t be the perfect one, BE THE RIGHT ONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3218290510402556067?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3218290510402556067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-ways-to-keep-relationship-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3218290510402556067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3218290510402556067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-ways-to-keep-relationship-working.html' title='15 ways to keep a relationship working'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-7988752201035156820</id><published>2011-07-14T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:25:21.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Tml is 15/7/2011.. Is the day we tgt for 3rd yrs anniversary... Times really flies... 3rd yrs liao le... Tml i will need to bring my dad to hospital to check up... and u at nite den book out... haha... somemore i also confused that we celebrate is stated as couple or fren anniversary.. hahahahaha..... But i really waiting for the day to come.. Swensen is our final choice le... I still rmb 3yrs ago is our 1st date at Swensen... Somemore is at Plaza Sing.. The 1st and 2yrs did not celebrate at Swensen... Mayb this 3rd yrs we so call celebrate at Swensen le... hehe....  3yrs ago, our 1st date is juz so loving, sweet and freaking awesome.. but mayb this yr will be different liao le... The feeling or mayb everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that on that day(15/7) i can choose to accept u.. but but but but...... Nvm.. dun said liao le... The feeling is juz not rite at all ba.... I admit that my heart still had u... ur position and place in my heart is really very deep.. But somehow i cant forget de pain and de hurt that gave me... It also hurt till very deep too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need more times... hope that u dun force me or so on le... everything juz tk it nature ba... mayb if we really know each other well and also had more space plus thinking wise, mayb everything will be different le ba.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe u wanna me back have any motive or reason or difficulty... but i wish that i wont know it at all.... I also dun wish to guess correct too... Sometime i know u too well but sometime i juz feel that u r stranger to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao la... dun said so much of this thing liao le... Hope that everything is fine and good on our Sat Outing... Wish to celebrate on Fri.. As is our actual date... But he at nite den book out.. and somemore i need to tk care of my dad till her gf come... let see how ba.... This yr i also did not expect to high too... Everything juz tk it nature ba... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-7988752201035156820?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7988752201035156820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7988752201035156820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7988752201035156820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_14.html' title='???'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-4340201789823003859</id><published>2011-07-14T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**confused**</title><content type='html'>It quite a long time i did not blog liao le.. cos too tired and too fang le.... **dunnoe wat to do**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex wanted to patch back with me.. but i still consider and consider... dunnoe shld i said yes or no.. This few weeks, he treat me really very very good and nice.. Is it he know tat he really done wrong.. Somemore he wanted to patch back with me, is it tat he so called good fren (Jacklyn) did not wanna be with him.. he always told me he and her is good fren, but i very sure plus confirm with him that he and her is more than fren.. even blind ppls also know about it... She can give u lovebite plus hug u and hold ur hand, is it very common for so called good fren shld do.. den i think i everyday can have different of my good frenz lovebite liao le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to let go of me de time, u mention that dun1 me to suffer den u now patch back me for?? You mention that dun1 to waste my youth and so on den now wat for wanted to patch back with me?? You said so much and so many of hurtful words and sentences to me but now you wanna patch back with me?? Y?? I did ask u and u told me that u still love me deeply... But if u love me deeply den wat for u still let go my hand?? Wat for u choose to break up?? I really hope that 1day i can know ur ans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few week, we somehow like we r tgt again.. my frenz did ask me.. but i said NO... Still consider.. I consider is not that u r not gd enough, is juz that i need more times to consider...  We just like couple like that but we r not tgt... as i m still single, so i can choose wat i wanna... i really dun wish that end up, i said yes den end up we quarrel de same things again... I also wish to change my temper too.. As my temper, u also always complain and complain.. said my temper from bad to worst.. said my princess temper, u dunnoe can tanhan for how long.. Said that if i did not change, any guy with me also wont last till marry de... Maybe Wat u said is true.. If i really dun change for the better, i think i can all along no need marry and had my own family liao le... N i always dun1 us always quarrel de same things... Coming 3yrs liao le, but we somehow still quarrel de same things... Mayb we really need more times and more space for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb our now stated as very close and good fren is better.. at least as a fren, we really can chat and laugh happily... somemore we last time did not know each other well den we tgt le.. I rather know each other more will be better for us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4340201789823003859?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4340201789823003859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4340201789823003859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4340201789823003859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/confused.html' title='**confused**'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3876752377477180081</id><published>2011-07-09T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:21:28.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Her Practically</title><content type='html'>With some guys, the house is a wreck. It’s never finished, the furniture’s broken, the car hardly starts, they live far away from community, they don’t have a schedule, they don’t have a budget, they don’t have a plan, the wife doesn’t know what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor her practically. Do you have a budget? Do you have a schedule? Do you have an integrated plan? Do you have a life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3876752377477180081?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3876752377477180081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-her-practically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3876752377477180081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3876752377477180081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-her-practically.html' title='Honor Her Practically'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6821120312494710406</id><published>2011-07-09T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:20:54.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Your Wife Financially</title><content type='html'>Men, you have to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to work hard. You’ve got to out-work the other men if you want to feed your family. That’s your responsibility as a man. If you want any men to respect you, if you want your wife to respect you, if you want your children to respect you, you pay the bills. You make the money, you feed the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in this day where there are guys telling their wives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, birth control, abortion”&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t have kids”&lt;br /&gt;“You make too much money”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like responsibility.”&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6821120312494710406?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6821120312494710406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-your-wife-financially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6821120312494710406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6821120312494710406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-your-wife-financially.html' title='Honor Your Wife Financially'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-1854105404354545085</id><published>2011-07-09T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:19:59.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Her Verbally</title><content type='html'>How do you speak to her? Do you have nasty nicknames for her? Do you raise your voice? Do you threaten her? Do you give back-handed comments? Some of you guys would say, “I would never hit a woman.” How about with your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wife is not there and you’re with the boys, how do you speak of her? What do you say about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' put your children in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Your children will pick this up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start saying horrible things about your wife, and the children will be left in this horrible position of choosing between their mother and father and invariably some of the children will despise their own mother and speak evil of her in an effort to remain loyal to their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A division in a marriage includes the children, they’re stuck in the middle. They’re casualties of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes, no one can see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You men could defuse this and take away this fear by honoring her verbally. Speaking honestly, respectfully, lovingly to her and about her. Some of you guys forget. You say, “Well, Jesus isn’t there. My wife isn’t there. I get to say whatever I want.” No, Jesus is there even when your wife’s not there. God sees everything. God knows everything, and you’re not getting away with anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-1854105404354545085?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1854105404354545085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-her-verbally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1854105404354545085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1854105404354545085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-her-verbally.html' title='Honor Her Verbally'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-100095165284671395</id><published>2011-07-09T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:19:30.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Your Wife Emotionally</title><content type='html'>Some of you say, “I’m not emotional, I don’t connect.” You should. Men and women have the same emotions; they express them in masculine and feminine ways. Your wife needs intimacy. She wants you to know her. She wants to know you. She wants you to open up. She wants you to be passionate and loving and honest, and she wants to know you and she wants to be known by you. And the Bible says that Adam was with his wife, Eve, and he, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many guys that turn marriage into a job description. He does his responsibility, she does hers, and there’s no emotional connection whatsoever. Those are guys whose sins are sins of omission. “I didn’t hit her, I didn’t yell at her.” Yeah, but you didn’t love her. You didn’t connect with her. You didn’t encourage her. You didn’t pursue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ultimately, you failed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-100095165284671395?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/100095165284671395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-your-wife-emotionally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/100095165284671395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/100095165284671395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/honor-your-wife-emotionally.html' title='Honor Your Wife Emotionally'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3778449310794676674</id><published>2011-07-09T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:27:26.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. You know what, gentlemen? You are stronger than your woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hit her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever shove her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever push her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever grab her, restrain her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever raise a hand and threaten her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever intimidate her with physical violence? &lt;br /&gt;Do you give her that look, that pierced, glazed, violent, angry, don’t-push-it-now’s-a-good-time-to-shut-up look?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell her, “I’m getting very angry, you should just shut up right now. It’s gonna go bad for you”?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get right in her face?&lt;br /&gt;Do you intimidate her with your presence?&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you. A man who picks on a woman, what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever forced yourself on a woman? You’re a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll say, “She’s my wife.” You’re a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't hold your wife prisoner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is attacked, we call it abuse. As horrible as that is, what is even worse is torment. Torment is when you’re abused and you can’t get out. This is like prisoners of war and those who are held captive in slavery. For some women, their version of slavery and captivity and torment is called marriage. Their husband is physically intimidating. She’s afraid of him. She can’t leave, at least that’s what she thinks. She feels stuck, particularly if she’s got children. Some of you guys are tormentors and abusers and rapists and husbands and Christians, and that is absolutely inexcusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Women, a man who hits you is in sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men don’t walk around thinking about their personal safety. I know a lot of women who do. Does she feel safe with you? Ladies, if you’re dating a guy who has ever been physically violent, run for your life, run for your children’s life, run for your grandchildren’s life. If he’s ever even threatened you with violence, there is something profoundly demonic in that man. There is something sincerely wrong in that man. He will then apologize, tell you he is sorry. He will shed a few tears, say it will never happen again and he will subtly shift the blame to you. “You know when you do that, it just makes me really angry. Don’t do that again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, okay, it must be my fault.” It’s never your fault. It doesn’t matter what you say or do, if a man hits you, harms you, he’s in sin, no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Honor Your Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite often get asked why I haven't settled down yet, when it seems like many of my peers are in long-term relationships, engaged or getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be too picky lah!" they like to say, with a dismissive wave of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't hesitate to admit that in some sense, it is true. I do get asked out and twice, I could have walked down the aisle. But I haven't settled down simply because I don't want to settle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many marriages breaking down these days and divorces occurring, I think a big part of the underlying problem has to do with the fundamental attitudes and beliefs of each person as they enter into a sacred covenant as man and wife. Marriage is NOT something to be taken lightly, or something you do because you want a flat or just because you've been cohabiting for X number of years  etc.(which I don't agree with in the first place).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my tone is for the men. We speak to men differently than women. Were this a women’s conference, I would not call you all idiots and imbeciles and fools, that you’re a joke, okay? But you men, this is where it needs to go. You’ve been glad-handed and buddied up and positive thinking and you’re a winner and you can do better. And I’m telling you, you’re a joke. And the real men in the room know it and they see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Honor to Your Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayer may not be hindered.  When women, comes to marriage are prone toward, what? Fear. Fear. And you know what? Those fears that the women have about marriage are legitimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife Trusts You with the Rest of Her Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman marries a man, she’s trusting him with the rest of her life that he won’t hit her, cheat on her, that he’ll work hard, that he’ll pay the bills, that he’ll love their children, that he’ll finish the race well, that if she gets sick, he’ll look after her, that if she is dying, he will be faithful to her. Gentlemen, it is a terrifying thing for a woman to trust a sinful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;Every man who reads this, even the best men among us, has areas of repentance and growth that are required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;As a man, I don’t think I fully understood this until I had daughters, and now I have some understanding of that fear. The thought of taking one of my daughters and walking them down the aisle and handing them to a man and trusting that he will love them and protect them and serve them and care for them and look after them, it causes me fear and grave concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Women a Reason to Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have legitimate fears, and men need to be a particular way so those fears are alleviated. And I love his words, “in an understanding way, showing honor.” That’s a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I say this, many of you guys will nod your head and say, “Yeah, that’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you’re not. So let me practically unpack this for you. Every man who reads this, even the best men among us, has areas of repentance and growth that are required. And so I want to talk to you men about some things that your woman will fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honor Your Wife Maritally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is, gentlemen, you’re not looking for a girlfriend if you are single. You’re not looking for a roommate. You’re not looking for a cohabitation partner. You’re looking for a wife. You must honor her while dating, that is when you're on your best behavior. I don’t care if you apologize, do you repent and lead? Being sorry is not enough; being Christ-like is what is necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is to be a one-woman man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get married, men, you are to be a one-woman man. That’s the requirement of an elder and that is the example for all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the flirt guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the female buddies guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the download porn guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the “I got another gal on the side I always keep in case of emergency” guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the wandering eye guy&lt;br /&gt;If you are, you’re not honoring marriage and you’re not honoring your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make women fearful of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some complete fools, they like to take their wedding ring off when they go out to the sports bar with the boys. Do you honor your marriage covenant? Do you take responsibility as the head of the marriage covenant, take responsibility for the well-being of the woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has great fear. If you don’t honor marriage, she is statistically going to go into poverty upon divorce. She will become yet another single mother. She’ll have to find a way to explain to the children of why they shouldn’t be embittered against you even though you’re a loser. See, these fears are very legitimate. Women have seen this so many times that they’re fearful of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honor Her Physically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter says that the woman is the “weaker vessel”. What that means is, generally speaking, if a husband and a wife get in a fist-fight, he’ll win. I’ll give you an example. Many of you have seen my wife, Grace. If we get in a fight, it’s not a fair fight. I have an 18-inch neck, she has an 18-inch waist. If someone breaks into our home, I’m not, “Go get ‘em, baby. You’re the tough one here. I’ll pray. II’ll pray imprecatory prayers in the closet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, gentlemen? You are stronger than your woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hit her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever shove her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever push her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever grab her, restrain her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever raise a hand and threaten her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever intimidate her with physical violence? &lt;br /&gt;Do you give her that look, that pierced, glazed, violent, angry, don’t-push-it-now’s-a-good-time-to-shut-up look?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell her, “I’m getting very angry, you should just shut up right now. It’s gonna go bad for you”?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get right in her face?&lt;br /&gt;Do you intimidate her with your presence?&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you. A man who picks on a woman, what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever forced yourself on a woman? You’re a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll say, “She’s my wife.” You’re a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your wife prisoner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is attacked, we call it abuse. As horrible as that is, what is even worse is torment. Torment is when you’re abused and you can’t get out. This is like prisoners of war and those who are held captive in slavery. For some women, their version of slavery and captivity and torment is called marriage. Their husband is physically intimidating. She’s afraid of him. She can’t leave, at least that’s what she thinks. She feels stuck, particularly if she’s got children. Some of you guys are tormentors and abusers and rapists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, a man who hits you is in sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men don’t walk around thinking about their personal safety. I know a lot of women who do. Does she feel safe with you? Ladies, if you’re dating a guy who has ever been physically violent, run for your life, run for your children’s life, run for your grandchildren’s life. If he’s ever even threatened you with violence, there is something profoundly demonic in that man. There is something sincerely wrong in that man. He will then apologize, tell you he is sorry. He will shed a few tears, say it will never happen again and he will subtly shift the blame to you. “You know when you do that, it just makes me really angry. Don’t do that again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, okay, it must be my fault.” It’s never your fault. It doesn’t matter what you say or do, if a man hits you, harms you, he’s in sin, no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head-of-the-house does not mean bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some guys, some absolute block-headed idiots who think when the Bible says that you’re the head of the home, that it means you get to be the bully. There’s nothing uglier than a guy who then takes this same disposition toward his children, especially his daughters. The grossest, vilest thing is a man who hits a woman, and the man who hits a woman is willing to hit his own daughter. It’s disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3778449310794676674?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3778449310794676674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/1_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3778449310794676674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3778449310794676674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/1_09.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6911683365682406762</id><published>2011-07-09T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:16:25.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you get married, men, you are to be a one-woman man. That’s the requirement of an elder and that is the example for all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the flirt guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the female buddies guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the download porn guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the “I got another gal on the side I always keep in case of emergency” guy&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the wandering eye guy&lt;br /&gt;If you are, you’re not honoring marriage and you’re not honoring your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make women fearful of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some complete fools, they like to take their wedding ring off when they go out to the sports bar with the boys. Do you honor your marriage covenant? Do you take responsibility as the head of the marriage covenant, take responsibility for the well-being of the woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has great fear. If you don’t honor marriage, she is statistically going to go into poverty upon divorce. She will become yet another single mother. She’ll have to find a way to explain to the children of why they shouldn’t be embittered against you even though you’re a loser. See, these fears are very legitimate. Women have seen this so many times that they’re fearful of men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6911683365682406762?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6911683365682406762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-get-married-men-you-are-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6911683365682406762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6911683365682406762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-get-married-men-you-are-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-4186208270522006855</id><published>2011-07-09T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:15:02.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Your Wife Trusts You with the Rest of Her Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman marries a man, she’s trusting him with the rest of her life that he won’t hit her, cheat on her, that he’ll work hard, that he’ll pay the bills, that he’ll love their children, that he’ll finish the race well, that he’ll walk with Jesus until the end, that if she gets sick, he’ll look after her, that if she is dying, he will be faithful to her. Gentlemen, it is a terrifying thing for a woman to trust a sinful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;Every man who reads this, even the best men among us, has areas of repentance and growth that are required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;As a man, I don’t think I fully understood this until I had daughters, and now I have some understanding of that fear. The thought of taking one of my daughters and walking them down the aisle and handing them to a man and trusting that he will love them and protect them and serve them and care for them and look after them, it causes me fear and grave concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't Give Women a Reason to Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have legitimate fears, and what Peter is saying is that men need to be a particular way so those fears are alleviated. And I love his words, “in an understanding way, showing honor.” That’s a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I say this, many of you guys will nod your head and say, “Yeah, that’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you’re not. So let me practically unpack this for you. Every man who reads this, even the best men among us, has areas of repentance and growth that are required. And so I want to talk to you men about some things that your woman will fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4186208270522006855?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4186208270522006855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4186208270522006855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4186208270522006855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3646957590031779438</id><published>2011-07-09T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:05:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>往往一个拥抱会胜过“我爱你”三个字；但是，如果左手拥​抱着你，右边对另一个说“我爱你”，这个拥抱和真挚还有​意思吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3646957590031779438?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-9156812458820110610</id><published>2011-07-01T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:23:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你痛了累了想开了、舍不得却还是放手了</title><content type='html'>你是不是心里有一个不可能的人 发了疯的想拚了命的忘&lt;br /&gt;你是不是奋不顾身了 谁劝你都没用了&lt;br /&gt;你是不是被他伤了 哭了闹了颓废了&lt;br /&gt;你是不是想不明白了 他爱的人哪好了你又哪差了&lt;br /&gt;你是不是把自己伪装的很好了但你知道心空了&lt;br /&gt;你是不是坚持很久很久了 你以为他会感动的 但结果呢？&lt;br /&gt;你是不是就是不服气了 非要得到不可呢？&lt;br /&gt;你是不是不想理他又忍不住呢？&lt;br /&gt;你等他等他等他可他又在等谁呢？&lt;br /&gt;你发过的誓流过的泪管用了么？&lt;br /&gt;最后呢&lt;br /&gt;心痛了&lt;br /&gt;自己丢了&lt;br /&gt;颓废了&lt;br /&gt;想开了&lt;br /&gt;挥手了&lt;br /&gt;舍不得却不得不放开了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/ktv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4214739579988809396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4214739579988809396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/ktv.html' title='弦子 捨不得 KTV'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b9tM_QJ96lA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5930993714271490619</id><published>2011-06-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:52:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a happy day for me.. hehe... ytd nite i msg him and he reply.. haha.. so happy lo.... made my rest or shld said my slp is so sweet and nice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at work also not that rush too.. later after work den meet gwen, xiao boy and one uncle go to Geylang and eat durian.. haha.. dunnoe how long i did not eat durian liao le.. shld said a few mths le ba... cos too heaty so i seldom eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is 4pm, still had 2more hrs to go.. after that can go hm and do hsework and rest le... den meet them at nite about 9plus 10pm like that ba.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd 1 of my fren (Yvonne) and her bf break up... Somemore she was crying.. I told her: Hello, u wit him how long only.. 1mth plus only lo... Also dunnoe u cry for wat.. If wanna cry, den shld be me lo... my r/s is 2yrs and 10mths wor... But i did not re su lo... i admit i cry and blah blah blah.. Mine more worst than u.. also dunnoe wat for u cry and so on... If this guy is worth it den i nth to said.. but please la.. u think he really worth ur tears, love or everything ma... i and him break up for 1mth plus liao le.. i now more happier than de past and enjoy all my frenz accompany... always slack with u all, have alot of laughter and so on de...   Everything muz think ur positive side de ma.. dun always think on de negative side, only made u more tired and fang de lo... Wat for!!! Dun think so much le la.. always think on ur bright side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now had few things to fang... Dunnoe wat shld i do... I wish to be de guy tat i wanna but somehow he juz wanna be fren and i also did not said  much or so on... And apart this guy, i also had 2more guys that wanna be with me too... But i treat them is really juz a very close buddy and close frenz, but did not more than that de... They r very good towards me, but somehow de feeling is not there at all... Totally no.. I really dunnoe wat to do.. De guy that i wish to be tgt, but he not yet ready at all.. Those guys that i treat them as a very close and best buddies, yet they wish to be wit me.. But the feeling not there ma...  haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld i choose to wait for you or shld i choose to give up on u?? I really dunnoe... If i choose to wait, i dunnoe i can wait till how long.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day, u give me ur ans de time, i already choose not to msg u so often like de past le... cos u had enough things to fang le.. and somemore u give me ur ans, i also dun wish to pester you and fang u... cos it will be very and super irritating.. so i choose to keep quiet and try not to fang u.. somemore i know that even i msg u, u also hardly reply de... Even i ask u wat happen, u also wont tell me de.. That y i now try my very best to control myself not to msg u  so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for de story liao le... haha... today is a happy and nice day for me (cos of ur msg), made my day bright.. hehe.. so i shall not spoilt de day.. hahaha..... &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5930993714271490619?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5930993714271490619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-happy-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5930993714271490619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5930993714271490619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-happy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-8695418657265297873</id><published>2011-06-23T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:38:39.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now my feeling better alot le.... Wound slowly recovered soon le... at least now my life getting more and more better le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally that some1 msg me le... ytd he msg me, i was like.. so fucking and freaking happy... I really very happy... but he msg me and said be frenz will be better... He mention that not he dun1 reply.. is juz that he dunnoe how to reply... Mayb wat he said is true... Be frenz will be more and alot alot better... At least now i know tat u r not ready.. or shld i said, u totally not ready... I did cry.. but i dunnoe y i cry.. am i fall more and more deeper on u?? Y u r de 1st guy that made me so lost in ur world?? i really very lost!!! even i wish to be wit u but somehow cant... as u perfer to stay single... mayb i shld give up... As i know tat i not de gal u wanna... or mayb i shld find more better guy... shld i wait or  shld i not??? Wish that I really can wit u... Dunnoe y.. but hope tat really can ba... or shld said i dun fall to deep le.. or else... haiz.. nvm... forget it le... cos said much also de same... U not ready at all.. mayb juz tk it easy ba... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-8695418657265297873?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8695418657265297873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-my-feeling-better-alot-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8695418657265297873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8695418657265297873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-my-feeling-better-alot-le.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2589695621113196880</id><published>2011-06-21T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:49:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6zgXuQ8Z4/TgB3J0XjHEI/AAAAAAAABGc/3Q_FqO0-Q1Y/s1600/tumblr_lkxfnw3o0j1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6zgXuQ8Z4/TgB3J0XjHEI/AAAAAAAABGc/3Q_FqO0-Q1Y/s320/tumblr_lkxfnw3o0j1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620623345518320706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftar-VGM4No/TgB3JQejIwI/AAAAAAAABGU/aEd0_3siviY/s1600/tumblr_ljttk81Udg1qb8ikqo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftar-VGM4No/TgB3JQejIwI/AAAAAAAABGU/aEd0_3siviY/s320/tumblr_ljttk81Udg1qb8ikqo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620623335884006146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dGPTcg49Wc/TgB3I4nEguI/AAAAAAAABGM/mNyW6NJfnbo/s1600/tumblr_lgjmsxRC5Q1qgujfno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dGPTcg49Wc/TgB3I4nEguI/AAAAAAAABGM/mNyW6NJfnbo/s320/tumblr_lgjmsxRC5Q1qgujfno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620623329477296866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2589695621113196880?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2589695621113196880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2589695621113196880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2589695621113196880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6zgXuQ8Z4/TgB3J0XjHEI/AAAAAAAABGc/3Q_FqO0-Q1Y/s72-c/tumblr_lkxfnw3o0j1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-8116782369852843915</id><published>2011-06-21T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:53:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That past  few days i did not saw u or msg u at all... But lucky manage to see u in 2days ago... between us really have a very pai seh face....   even though we met or had eye contact, de feeling is juz so different liao le... Totally not like last time anymore.. i dunnoe y... &lt;br /&gt;is it bcos i had told u everything and u choose to avoid me and or m i really very annoying towards u... i really dunnoe.. i feel very lost.. totally lost in ur world... Mayb i shld not told u.. If i did not told u den now wont become like that liao le.. but if i dun tell u den my heart will be very uncomfortable... cos my character is a straightforwards gal... i dunnoe how to turn or so on... tat y i choose to tell u... But once i told u , u did not reply or anything and somehow everything seem strange and weird.. If u really wanna avoid me den i nth to said liao le... if this way will be better for u den u go ahead ba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe wat to said den i also dun wish to said anymore liao le... i wont msg u anymore.. as i always msg u but u did not reply at all... mayb reply but is short... mayb 1day when u feel wanna msg me den u msg me ba.. if not, den i dun  msg u and disturb u le... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-8116782369852843915?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8116782369852843915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-past-few-days-i-did-not-saw-u-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8116782369852843915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8116782369852843915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-past-few-days-i-did-not-saw-u-or.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3467309396301838735</id><published>2011-06-18T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:59:48.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[KTV] 說了再見 - 周杰倫</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YRca7B0DPTY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3467309396301838735?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3467309396301838735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/ktv_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3467309396301838735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3467309396301838735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/ktv_18.html' title='[KTV] 說了再見 - 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But i told him, if i dun take it easy den wat u expect me to do.. Cry, Die or suicide ??? Den he laugh.... Sometime not i wanna take it easy... Is juz that fact is cruel de.... No matter happy or unhappy also must pass a day, but y not i happily pass every single days wit all my frenz... i juz wanna go forwards but not backwards anymore liao le... cos when time pass, everything will be alot better de... and sooner or later, de wound will slowly recovered de... even though will had a scar but at least wont that hurt anymore... or else i do *plastic surgery* to cover de scar lo... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times goes and times passed... Everything will be alot better... sky will still become very blue and also can see rainbow de... **colourful background**  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2175980394496373417?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2175980394496373417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-still-rmb-that-time-got-1-of-my-frenz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2175980394496373417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2175980394496373417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-still-rmb-that-time-got-1-of-my-frenz.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-1240593629324271525</id><published>2011-06-18T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:46:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally my heart getting more n more better liao le... haha.. times really can heal my most hurt and painful wound.... hehe.... Now not so hurt like last time.. mayb i now really can treat him as frenz le... but not more than frenz anymore... at least this way will be better way and path for us... =D Even though my heart still had de love but somehow all is very different le.. When times goes, everything will be more n more faded... more and more shallow... i believe sooner and later, i can fully recover le... Haha..  dun talk this le ar.. past is past.. i also dun wish to said or mention and i also hope that this will be de last time that i said le... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, i had lost 5kg liao le... haha... short felt loose abit (but  hope not 越洗越多的松）i next mth will buy the slimming pills.. haha.. i muz slim till 55kg... haha... as i last time always maintain 55kg de.. end up kanna all my bf feed feed and feed me more food... even supper... Supper kill lo!!!! I feel that i had alot of stuff need to be done... Rebond hair, buy slimming pill, and even cut bangs.. haha.. Now muz start to had a new hairstyle le... My this hairstyle follow me more than 10yrs le lo.. u all not sian, i see also sian lo... =( I MUZ CHANGE NEW HAIRSTYLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks i was so happy... I this few weeks always stay my hse ard and slack with all my beloved laughter frenz... always slack and slack.. no 3am wont go hm de lo... with them i really very happy and really laugh alot and also made my day very good too... =D Thanks so much... Thanks to my tian hui my 12yrs plus brother and still counting), Gwen (my one and only 有缘的).. Y i muz said she is my 有缘的 cos i with her really super 有缘的  lo... haha..  i rmb that time i and her FB chat, i told her i need to go off liao le.. if  有缘的話， we will see each other de.. end up i take bus den when reach my stop den i alight.. after that i really see her lo.. haha.. no planning no anything... and got 1time also, we plan to watch movie den we did not plan wear wat.. end up when we see each other, we wear almost de same attire lo... haha.. even though is different colour but attire is completely de same lo... Frankly speaking, i really did not encounter such a  有缘的 fren lo... haha.. N i also wanna thanks Xiao boy (Gwen bf), Hwee lin and her bf Wei Jie also.. They really very funny and easy going frenz.. most important had  alot alot of laughter with them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.. Love u all... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-1240593629324271525?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1240593629324271525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-my-heart-getting-more-n-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1240593629324271525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1240593629324271525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-my-heart-getting-more-n-more.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6901652829864317901</id><published>2011-06-18T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:40:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沒有走不下去的愛情、只有不爭氣的戀人</title><content type='html'>一个男人条件再好&lt;br /&gt;他没有时间陪你&lt;br /&gt;也是多余的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱情是不可以望梅止渴的&lt;br /&gt;抱着回忆&lt;br /&gt;就能度过每一天么?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一个男人愿意给女人多少时间&lt;br /&gt;就是他有多爱他&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你爱我的话&lt;br /&gt;是可以挤出一点时间的&lt;br /&gt;挤不出时间&lt;br /&gt;是你已经做了抉择&lt;br /&gt;既然没有时间&lt;br /&gt;我释放你吧…&lt;br /&gt;同时&lt;br /&gt;也是释放我自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很佩服這類女孩子：&lt;br /&gt;當她發現對方不是真心喜歡她&lt;br /&gt;她可以立刻撇脫地分手&lt;br /&gt;其他女人&lt;br /&gt;可能會繼續自己騙自己&lt;br /&gt;一個人苦撑&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;真正有智慧的女孩子&lt;br /&gt;明白愛情是甚麼一回事：&lt;br /&gt;愛情&lt;br /&gt;要兩情相悅&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你愛他&lt;br /&gt;他不愛你&lt;br /&gt;這段關係就沒意思&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;肯放手&lt;br /&gt;就是愛自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;耐心一點&lt;br /&gt;等待那個真正兩情相悅的人吧！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果开始下一段感情&lt;br /&gt;我不会再问喜欢我什么?&lt;br /&gt;也不会问&lt;br /&gt;是认真对待吗?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我会问：&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;三个月后&lt;br /&gt;还会争分夺秒的关心吗?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;半年后&lt;br /&gt;一句不开心&lt;br /&gt;仍旧会陪伴左右吗?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一年后&lt;br /&gt;睡不着时&lt;br /&gt;还会百度故事在耳边轻喏吗?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;两年后&lt;br /&gt;看见落泪&lt;br /&gt;还像第一次那般束手无策吗? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;三年四年或者更久&lt;br /&gt;敢不敢一如既往&lt;br /&gt;没有理由的对我疼爱?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;别把悲伤挂在嘴上&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有自己的故事&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;说分手的时候不要吵闹&lt;br /&gt;毕竟在一起过那么久&lt;br /&gt;分手他也会难过&lt;br /&gt;只是他比较明智&lt;br /&gt;不想束缚你的或他的明天&lt;br /&gt;好聚好散&lt;br /&gt;以后还是朋友&lt;br /&gt;大家都有自己的无奈&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;别说你最爱的是谁&lt;br /&gt;人生还很长&lt;br /&gt;谁也无法预知明天&lt;br /&gt;也许你的真爱&lt;br /&gt;还在下一秒等着你&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一句话给心烦时的自己： &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一句“算了吧”告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;凡事努力但不可执着&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一句“不要紧”告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;凡事努力了就无怨悔&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一句“会过去”告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;明媚阳光总在风雨后&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你不知道&lt;br /&gt;某些时刻&lt;br /&gt;我有多么难过&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你不知道&lt;br /&gt;没有回应的等待&lt;br /&gt;真的让人很累&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你不知道&lt;br /&gt;我是鼓起了多大的勇气&lt;br /&gt;才敢念念不忘&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;又或者&lt;br /&gt;你不是不知道&lt;br /&gt;只是假装不知道&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;都说时光飞逝&lt;br /&gt;其实只是自己的心在变、情在变&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;都说抵挡不过时间&lt;br /&gt;其实是时间抵挡不过我们的善变&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你那么自私&lt;br /&gt;我那么傻&lt;br /&gt;好男人经得起诱惑&lt;br /&gt;好女人耐得住寂寞&lt;br /&gt;爱可以简简单单&lt;br /&gt;但不能随随便便&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;骄傲的女人&lt;br /&gt;大都嫁给了卑微的男人&lt;br /&gt;骄傲的男人&lt;br /&gt;娶的大都是卑微的女人&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;世间没有美丽的天使&lt;br /&gt;只有善良的女人&lt;br /&gt;没有不能在一起的两个人&lt;br /&gt;只有靠不拢的两颗心&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人不要轻易去妥协&lt;br /&gt;你是不是这样?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;容易满足&lt;br /&gt;更容易受伤&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;总有一种被忽视的感觉&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;付出的&lt;br /&gt;远远超过得到的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很固执&lt;br /&gt;习惯冷战&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;在别人面前笑得很开心&lt;br /&gt;一个人的时候却很漠落&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;陌生人前很安静&lt;br /&gt;朋友面前胡闹&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;坐在电脑前&lt;br /&gt;不知道做什么&lt;br /&gt;却又不想关掉它&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不喜欢等待&lt;br /&gt;却总是等待&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;经常发呆&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;没关系…&lt;br /&gt;你只是太看重感情的人&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;幸福是什么?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;幸福&lt;br /&gt;就是牵着一双想牵的手&lt;br /&gt;一起走过繁华喧嚣&lt;br /&gt;一起守候寂寞孤独&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;就是陪着一个想陪的人&lt;br /&gt;高兴时一起笑&lt;br /&gt;伤悲时一起哭&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;就是拥有一颗想拥有的心&lt;br /&gt;重复无聊的日子不乏味&lt;br /&gt;做着相同的事情不枯燥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;只要我们心中有爱&lt;br /&gt;我们就会幸福&lt;br /&gt;幸福就在当初的承诺中&lt;br /&gt;就在今后的梦想里&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;也许幸福就是&lt;br /&gt;陪你走一条叫一辈子的路&lt;br /&gt;跨一座叫奈何的桥&lt;br /&gt;喝一种叫孟婆的汤&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;也许会累、会疲惫&lt;br /&gt;却从没想过放弃&lt;br /&gt;可能沿途风景迷人充满诱惑&lt;br /&gt;却彼此保留住最初的感觉&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;也许会起争执、会有分歧&lt;br /&gt;却依然会听从和默认&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;也许不能没分每秒在一起&lt;br /&gt;却在心里始终留着位置&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;总有人问我啥是爱情?&lt;br /&gt;其实我觉得爱情就是&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十岁的时候&lt;br /&gt;我带你跟朋友出去玩&lt;br /&gt;你让我少喝点&lt;br /&gt;我让你扶着我&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;四十岁的时候&lt;br /&gt;我去上班&lt;br /&gt;你让我把衬衫领子翻出来&lt;br /&gt;我走之前还亲你一口 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;六十岁的时候&lt;br /&gt;退休在家&lt;br /&gt;我们盘腿在床上说话解闷&lt;br /&gt;说说下周去哪怀旧&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;历尽艰辛而成熟的爱情&lt;br /&gt;是最热烈的爱情&lt;br /&gt;爱里面&lt;br /&gt;两个人刚刚好&lt;br /&gt;多一点少一点都不可以&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很多人闯进你的生活&lt;br /&gt;只是为了给你上一课&lt;br /&gt;然后转身离开&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;每一个现在&lt;br /&gt;都是我们以后的记忆&lt;br /&gt;我们说过的话、做过的事&lt;br /&gt;走过的路、遇过的人&lt;br /&gt;都是我们以后的回忆&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我们无须缅怀昨天&lt;br /&gt;不必奢望明天&lt;br /&gt;只要认真地过好每个今天&lt;br 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href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_1380.html' title='沒有走不下去的愛情、只有不爭氣的戀人'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-9220498439518854653</id><published>2011-06-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:40:19.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果一個男人真的愛你……</title><content type='html'>一个男人如果深爱一个女人&lt;br /&gt;就愿意委屈自己&lt;br /&gt;宽容你犯的错误&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;真正爱一个人&lt;br /&gt;很多事情是会情不自禁的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一个人爱不爱你&lt;br /&gt;在不在意你&lt;br /&gt;你是感觉得到的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;在两个人吵架后&lt;br /&gt;只要看到你哭&lt;br /&gt;不管到底是谁的错&lt;br /&gt;他再怎么大的火也没有了&lt;br /&gt;因为不让你伤心&lt;br /&gt;才是真正重要的事&lt;br /&gt;其他的又算什么?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果他很爱你&lt;br /&gt;你根本不用有疑问他是不是爱你&lt;br /&gt;因为很爱你的话&lt;br /&gt;你肯定能感受到&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果你感觉很别扭&lt;br /&gt;或者需要思索&lt;br /&gt;甚至怀疑他爱不爱你&lt;br /&gt;那么就是不爱了&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;听说男人爱女人……&lt;br /&gt;最明显的就是高兴为她花钱&lt;br /&gt;高兴为她花时间&lt;br /&gt;然后女人爱男人……&lt;br /&gt;.就是舍不得他为她花钱了 &lt;br /&gt;是啊&lt;br /&gt;花他的钱自己也会心疼的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一个男人爱你的时候&lt;br /&gt;总会觉得你笨&lt;br /&gt;处处要他担心&lt;br /&gt;反之不爱你的时候&lt;br /&gt;会觉得你聪明伶俐&lt;br /&gt;不劳任何人操心&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;比较极端的一个标准就是&lt;br /&gt;深爱一个人&lt;br /&gt;与对方的人品毫无关系&lt;br /&gt;就是说&lt;br /&gt;如果不是因为爱&lt;br /&gt;放在其他情况下&lt;br /&gt;是根本不愿与之为伍的&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一个男人&lt;br /&gt;如果在你面前开始计较他尊严的时候&lt;br /&gt;那么他对你的爱也开始打问号&lt;br /&gt;至少他自己开始不那么确信&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;最后他是不是深爱你&lt;br /&gt;你会有感觉的&lt;br /&gt;当你开始疑问的时候&lt;br /&gt;其实你的心已经明白答案&lt;br /&gt;只是还不想承认&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不管是好消息还是坏消息&lt;br /&gt;你是第一个和他分享的人&lt;br /&gt;忠诚体贴&lt;br /&gt;把自己的收入给你花&lt;br /&gt;原谅你犯的小错&lt;br /&gt;教育你犯的错　  &lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;天冷给你暖手  &lt;br /&gt;和很多人吃饭的时候会偷偷看你&lt;br /&gt;在桌子底下偷偷拉你的手&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;一个男人爱一个女人&lt;br /&gt;再忙都会抽空打电话给那个女人&lt;br /&gt;有时候是发消息&lt;br /&gt;有时候是电话&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;肯应酬你的朋友&lt;br /&gt;喝醉的晕晕忽忽&lt;br /&gt;睡到半夜还要起来&lt;br /&gt;口口声声嚷着要回家&lt;br /&gt;你说句已经回来了&lt;br /&gt;又躺下继续睡&lt;br /&gt;我认为这就是爱&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;工资本交给你&lt;br /&gt;外快也会自觉的上交&lt;br /&gt;不管你钱怎么花&lt;br /&gt;从来没有意见&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不想做饭就带你下馆子&lt;br /&gt;你觉得不舒服了&lt;br /&gt;赶紧陪你去医院&lt;br /&gt;愿意把你带进他的生活&lt;br /&gt;介绍他的家人朋友同事给你&lt;br /&gt;并不介意在他们面前表现出亲密&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;能毫无保留的接受你的一切&lt;br /&gt;包括他认为的缺点&lt;br /&gt;并不强迫你去改变&lt;br /&gt;工作再忙也安排时间接送孩子&lt;br /&gt;不让你操心&lt;br /&gt;尊敬你的父母&lt;br /&gt;帮你做家务活&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;碰面时会认真的拥抱你  &lt;br /&gt;无论多晚多远都送你回家&lt;br /&gt;看见你就笑&lt;br /&gt;而且是发自内心的&lt;br /&gt;完全自然的&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁的笑&lt;br /&gt;而且他自己感觉不到自己在笑&lt;br /&gt;常常是你问他：&lt;br /&gt;"你笑什么?" &lt;br /&gt;他才摸摸自己的脸：&lt;br /&gt;"我在笑吗?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱一个人是体现在细节上的&lt;br /&gt;平凡中出细节&lt;br /&gt;比如平时你一句无心的话&lt;br /&gt;他都记得&lt;br /&gt;比如会主动找你聊天&lt;br /&gt;这个聊天就是沟通&lt;br /&gt;不论夫妻还是男女朋友&lt;br /&gt;沟通是非常重要的&lt;br /&gt;能知道彼此有无误会&lt;br /&gt;有无做得不够的地方&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果一个男人爱上一个女人&lt;br /&gt;就舍得在她身上花心思&lt;br /&gt;如果他爱你爱的很深&lt;br /&gt;会给你很多的时间&lt;br /&gt;当你需要他的时候&lt;br /&gt;不管什么时候&lt;br /&gt;他在什么地方、正在做什么  &lt;br /&gt;都会以最快的速度赶到你身边&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果他爱你&lt;br /&gt;他会向你求婚 &lt;br /&gt;愿意一辈子守护你&lt;br /&gt;并且以婚姻的方式承诺&lt;br /&gt;是一个男人爱一个女人的&lt;br /&gt;最高体现形式……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-9220498439518854653?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9220498439518854653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-1910635216432166818</id><published>2011-06-18T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:39:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>把眼泪埋藏在心底</title><content type='html'>世界上最遥远的距离，不是我站在你面前，你却不知道我爱你，而是，明明知道相爱，却不能在一起。不知道从什么时候起，你已经悄悄的停留在我的心里，一点甜蜜，一点惊喜，我努力装作不在乎你，只把你偷偷的埋藏在我的心底，因为，我不想告诉你，我很想你，这距离，是忧伤？是神秘？是美丽？就像鱼与飞鸟的秘密，你牵挂着我，我思念着你，但一个翱翔海底，一个却誓与天齐，纵然你心中有我，我心中有你，却又感叹这无奈遥远的距离。这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？算不算忧伤的美丽？就像两颗星的轨迹，虽然你在努力，我在努力，终有一天交汇在一起，但一个向东，一个向西，却在转瞬间即已离去，永远不可能在一起……这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？算不算忧伤的美丽？&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我抬起头，努力在天空中寻觅，想知道哪一颗星星会是你，可是，我找不到，我低下头，才知道原来你就在我温柔的失望里。我敞开心，努力在微风中倾听，想知道哪一缕风会吹过你那里，可是，我听不到，我回到心房里，才知道原来你一直就在我眉梢和心底。我静静想，努力在心中感觉你，想知道哪一次心动会传递到你那里，可是，我感觉不到，我回到现实里，才知道原来你一直就没离去。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱你，想你，到痴迷，而你却毫不在意，仿佛我从未走进你的心里；思你，念你，到流下泪滴，而你却似乎并不珍惜， 仿佛我从来就没遇到过你；疼你，惜你，到梦里，而你却从未记起，仿佛你我从未在一起……这距离，算不算最遥远的距离？又算不算忧伤的美丽？都说距离很美 丽，而我却痛恨这距离，因为，你我永远也不可能会在一起，纵然爱得那么在意，爱得那么珍惜；都说距离很神秘，而我却拒绝这神秘，因为，你和我永远也不可能 在这神秘中美丽。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你看到了弯弯的月亮了吗？其实那就是我笑着告诉你，我很想你，你知道了吗？你听到了微微的风儿了吗？其实那就是我温柔告诉你，我很想你，你知道 了吗？你感到了阵阵的心动了吗？其实那就是我甜蜜告诉你，我很想你，你知道了吗？我能看到你眼中闪烁的泪滴，其实你会知道我很想你，你相信吗？我能听到你轻微细致的呼吸，其实你能感觉我很想你，你相信吗？我能想到你眼底荡漾的涟漪，其实你能体会我很想你，你相信吗？&lt;br /&gt;在这寂寞孤单的雨季，这样陌生又熟悉的你，叫我怎么再说我还会爱你，这最遥远的距离，已经把我抛在一片孤寂里，我不会再提起，也不会再重复这忧伤的美丽，我要做回我自己，用微笑回答你的不在意，你，是否会在心里感到失意？这遥远的距离，这忧伤的美丽，谁又会不在意？谁又会不珍惜？可我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我不想你笑得很甜蜜，却又感叹这无奈忧伤的美丽；我不想我们爱得这么美丽，却从来没有一丝机会在一起；我不想你流着泪滴，却又痛彻心扉地说我爱 你，我不想你说着我爱你，却又转身把我一个人丢在风雨里，我不想在我还想继续这美丽，而你却已无处寻觅；所以，我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。可不可以？&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我知道，这只是我一个人的秘密，从不会向任何人提起……不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我了解，那样我会迷失了 自己，没有了自己隐藏的小秘密……不要怪我没有告诉你，因为，我感觉，那样就不是心有灵犀，没有了一丝期待和神秘……我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉 你，爱其实很容易，就是把你轻轻放在心里，很隐蔽，很隐蔽，独自消失在我一个人的温柔里……我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉你，爱其实不容易，就是把眼泪藏在心底，很伤感，很伤感，独自流落在我的一片笑声里……&lt;br /&gt;我很想你，悄悄的想你，可我不告诉你……因为，我不要这遥远距离的忧伤美丽。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-1910635216432166818?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1910635216432166818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_9712.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1910635216432166818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1910635216432166818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;默默的将自己隐藏起来&lt;br /&gt;让空虚掩盖一切&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;闭眼倾听周围的声音&lt;br /&gt;让自己沉浸在喧嚣中&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;不必告诉别人&lt;br /&gt;自己的悲伤为何要别人也承担呢?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以假装快乐&lt;br /&gt;和别人一起兴奋时就能遗忘了自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;仍然安慰别的伤心者&lt;br /&gt;你会发现自己也在受益&lt;br /&gt;当局者迷而已&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;有谁不曾难过&lt;br /&gt;有谁还会记得&lt;br /&gt;过去的不再重来&lt;br /&gt;又何必去苦想&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;忘掉…&lt;br /&gt;用微笑渲泄悲伤&lt;br /&gt;难过没什么大不了&lt;br /&gt;重要的是以后要活得好&lt;br /&gt;不再遇到难事就向人倾吐心声&lt;br /&gt;自己默默承受就好&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;以后就这样生活&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;不用让别人知道&lt;br /&gt;因为不会有人在乎&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;就把它放在心里&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以拿着枕头来发泄&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以静静的听歌&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以去吹吹风&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以自己去散散步&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以疯狂的去玩&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以睡觉&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;可以去看夜景&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;就告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;要过得更好&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;自己能够承担&lt;br /&gt;不会再把难过让人知道&lt;br /&gt;让人陪你承受难过&lt;br /&gt;不该让人去担心你&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;把它收在心里&lt;br /&gt;什么也不在乎&lt;br /&gt;相信自己能好&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;不要把想法透露&lt;br /&gt;不要把心放开给人看&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;难过了&lt;br /&gt;自己承受就好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-7817426640883020793?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7817426640883020793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_766.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>一对情侣拥抱在一起，女生的脸上露出一丝笑容）&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女生；老公，你是不是又抽烟了？&lt;br /&gt;男生；恩，今天我去xx寝室，他在抽烟，她给了我一支，所以。。。（男孩不听解释中。。）&lt;br /&gt;女生；我知道&lt;br /&gt;男生；宝贝，我会听你话的，少抽的&lt;br /&gt;女生；噢&lt;br /&gt;男生；生气了？&lt;br /&gt;女生；没&lt;br /&gt;男生；那就好，老婆，我爱你&lt;br /&gt;女生；有多爱？&lt;br /&gt;男生；很爱很爱&lt;br /&gt;女生；真的？&lt;br /&gt;男生；你爱我么？&lt;br /&gt;女生；不爱&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(男生和女生都沉默了)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男生永远不知道女生叫老公的含义，女生如果叫你老公，就代表她已经把你当成一个一直可以依靠的人了。&lt;br /&gt;在他伤心时，讲笑话给他听，逗他笑得一个人;&lt;br /&gt;在他开心时，陪他笑得一个人。。&lt;br /&gt;如果女生一直叫一个男生老公，那么男生你就应该竖起你的责任！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男生永远不知道女生不喜欢听自己解释，而说一句，我知道，&lt;br /&gt;不是女生不愿意听你解释，而是听得太多了，&lt;br /&gt;他不喜欢这种事后的解释。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男生不懂女生尾为什么总是不让自己抽烟，总是那么“啰嗦”&lt;br /&gt;因为他不想你身体受伤，他经常提醒你是因为他想让你放在心上，&lt;br /&gt;想让你为了她而改变，&lt;br /&gt;男生记住咯&lt;br /&gt;不是女生啰嗦&lt;br /&gt;而是他爱你&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男生也是不明白为什么自己保证过后听到的却是女生的一句，哦&lt;br /&gt;因为他听到了太多同样的保证&lt;br /&gt;他不知道你这次是否又会食言&lt;br /&gt;他又怕沉默会伤你&lt;br /&gt;所以他只有这样做&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男生不懂女生为什么那么容易生气&lt;br /&gt;有点口是心非&lt;br /&gt;明明生气了却说没&lt;br /&gt;因为他爱你&lt;br /&gt;在乎你&lt;br /&gt;所以它喜欢生气&lt;br /&gt;亚说没生气是因为他想你哄回他&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[男生看了，记得多多学习，珍惜你的女生哦 =))  ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2770232491187879179?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2770232491187879179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_381.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2770232491187879179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;凡事到极至，伤也会痛。&lt;br /&gt;其实爱过就会懂，&lt;br /&gt;彼此个性的太过坚强终究会是一起生活的阴影&lt;br /&gt;昨日的幸福&lt;br /&gt;已成为一种痕迹。&lt;br /&gt;两人能携手走完整人生固然美好&lt;br /&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;可陪上了一段也应心存感激了。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱一个人不是要成为所爱的人的牵绊，&lt;br /&gt;只要心中有爱，生活总是那么美好。&lt;br /&gt;相遇是一种缘，相识，相恋更是一种缘，&lt;br /&gt;缘起而聚，缘尽而散，放手才是真爱！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;还有一种爱，叫离开&lt;br /&gt;曾经以为自己的爱情&lt;br /&gt;能够长久，&lt;br /&gt;曾经以为真心的付出就能够换来幸福。&lt;br /&gt;其实错了……&lt;br /&gt;爱情给的唯一的东西就是背叛&lt;br /&gt;，无情的背叛！&lt;br /&gt;曾经是那么相爱的两个人，转眼陌路。&lt;br /&gt;留下的是残缺不全的记忆和心痛。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;没有想到结局会是这样，曾经的海誓山盟，&lt;br /&gt;曾经的天长地久转眼都成了飞灰。&lt;br /&gt;还记得他口中的永远，让我恍若梦中，&lt;br /&gt;但梦醒的时候，才发觉他早已离开。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;曾经在心中千万次的乞求她回来，回到我的身边，&lt;br /&gt;回来修补我早已残缺不全的心，&lt;br /&gt;但我知道那不可能。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;经常惊醒于午夜梦回的黑暗中，我的心都好痛，&lt;br /&gt;是思念&lt;br /&gt;一个人的疼痛，看着夜空中的星星，&lt;br /&gt;想着远方属于你的夜，&lt;br /&gt;你还好吗？一直都快乐 有另外一个人去关心你，爱你呢？&lt;br /&gt;现在唯一的愿望只是希望&lt;br /&gt;再见你一面，&lt;br /&gt;但我又怕见你，怕见到你，&lt;br /&gt;我的心又会再一次的被捏碎。&lt;br /&gt;我只有对自己说不要再去想他，不要再想了，&lt;br /&gt;虽然他的影子从未离开过。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;生活还是要过的。&lt;br /&gt;其实有种爱叫作离开。&lt;br /&gt;再见了，我的爱人……&lt;br /&gt;如果你也是和我一样的话，朋友&lt;br /&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;我希望你看开点，&lt;br /&gt;离开不全是坏事，雨过总会天晴的……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-9077946450193614376?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9077946450193614376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_3693.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/9077946450193614376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;总是忘了提醒自己&lt;br /&gt;好好照顾自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;总是不能为所欲为的&lt;br /&gt;做自己喜欢的事&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;总是和别人说对不起&lt;br /&gt;而忘了自己&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为悲观&lt;br /&gt;让自己不再相信生活&lt;br /&gt;因为倔强&lt;br /&gt;让自己受了很多伤&lt;br /&gt;因为伪装&lt;br /&gt;让自己活的很辛苦&lt;br /&gt;因为年轻&lt;br /&gt;让自己疲惫了太久&lt;br /&gt;因为悲伤&lt;br /&gt;麻烦了一些爱我的人&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很久没有好好的照顾自己&lt;br /&gt;很久没有好好的利用时间享受生活     &lt;br /&gt;很久没有给自己挑一份喜欢的礼物&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;曾经为了别人&lt;br /&gt;而难为自己&lt;br /&gt;难过的时候&lt;br /&gt;只能让自己硬撑着&lt;br /&gt;含泪微笑的时候&lt;br /&gt;我没有倾诉&lt;br /&gt;心那么的疼&lt;br /&gt;还要假装着不在乎&lt;br /&gt;让自己装了这么多年的无所谓&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;很多东西&lt;br /&gt;我没有学会好好珍惜     &lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;忘记了要搁浅&lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;再也找不回原来的自己了&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;弄丢了太多的东西&lt;br /&gt;忘记了太多的事情&lt;br /&gt;舍弃了太多的责任&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;真的对不起&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;不敢乞求自己的原谅&lt;br /&gt;只有让自己活得更好&lt;br /&gt;才能对过去的生活有所补偿&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;忘记所有&lt;br /&gt;重新开始&lt;br /&gt;抬头仰望夜空&lt;br /&gt;眼泪都已倒流&lt;br /&gt;嘴角轻轻上扬&lt;br /&gt;告诉自己…&lt;br /&gt;明天太阳依旧灿烂&lt;br /&gt;生活却要华丽转身&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-7381202286010562137?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7381202286010562137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_4342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7381202286010562137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7381202286010562137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;也选择任眼泪随意放肆&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人很好懂&lt;br /&gt;他们很害怕孤单&lt;br /&gt;因为一个人的时候&lt;br /&gt;他们会胡思乱想&lt;br /&gt;他们会想起那个没有结局的故事&lt;br /&gt;会想起那个模糊却又清晰的脸庞&lt;br /&gt;因为一个人的时候&lt;br /&gt;他们会觉得很没安全感&lt;br /&gt;他们的要求总是那么的低&lt;br /&gt;只要爱着的那个人陪着他们就好&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人都很敏感&lt;br /&gt;都很容易猜疑&lt;br /&gt;一个眼神、一个动作&lt;br /&gt;都会让他们神经兮兮一整天&lt;br /&gt;所以不要让他们恐慌&lt;br /&gt;不要让他们伤心&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人都在感伤&lt;br /&gt;不是他们多愁善感&lt;br /&gt;只是容易触景生情罢了&lt;br /&gt;他们喜欢用文字来刻写他们的心情&lt;br /&gt;这也是他们的一种寄托方式&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人都处在矛盾之中&lt;br /&gt;是继续还是暂停?&lt;br /&gt;是放弃还是坚持?&lt;br /&gt;看似感性的他们&lt;br /&gt;却往往于最后&lt;br /&gt;总是让理性驾驭整个思维&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人总是活在过去&lt;br /&gt;他们总是不经意地&lt;br /&gt;在现在的生活中&lt;br /&gt;找一些似曾相识的感觉&lt;br /&gt;虽然他们自我约定要忘记过去&lt;br /&gt;可是他们忘了&lt;br /&gt;过去早以在脑海根深蒂固&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人害怕看见别人的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;不是嫉妒&lt;br /&gt;只是会觉得和以前的自己好像&lt;br /&gt;然后会陷入整个回忆&lt;br /&gt;待过往的疼痛唤醒自己的意识&lt;br /&gt;再一个人慢慢舔舐自己的伤口&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;其实很多时候&lt;br /&gt;这一类人都很执著&lt;br /&gt;有时候不明白他们在坚持着什么&lt;br /&gt;他们是在期待&lt;br /&gt;那个没有结局的故事的结局&lt;br /&gt;还是在等待更大的伤害&lt;br /&gt;他们就是傻&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;这一类人&lt;br /&gt;脾气太臭、不仅任性&lt;br /&gt;而且敏感多疑&lt;br /&gt;所以请用真心对待他们&lt;br /&gt;因为他们的心脆得很&lt;br /&gt;伤不起……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3116595675294386123?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3116595675294386123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_6005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>男人，你可知道，&lt;br /&gt;一个女人要放下一切去爱一个人，&lt;br /&gt;是需要多么大的勇气？&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，你可知道，&lt;br /&gt;一个女人不顾所有人的反对来爱你，&lt;br /&gt;需要面对多少的指指点点？&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，你又知不知道?&lt;br /&gt;一个女人最重要的就是那一份矜持，&lt;br /&gt;但爱上你的那一刻，&lt;br /&gt;她却又选择了放弃...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，你可曾明白？&lt;br /&gt;女人的眼泪从来都不是威胁的工具，&lt;br /&gt;眼泪流下，是因为她真的受伤了，&lt;br /&gt;不再哭泣，意味着她真的放弃了...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，别仗着女人爱你，&lt;br /&gt;所以对她不理不睬的，&lt;br /&gt;她很傻，她会等你，她会爱着你，&lt;br /&gt;因为你曾经说过，&lt;br /&gt;你会爱她一辈子的，&lt;br /&gt;她不是不知道这句话不可能会兑现，&lt;br /&gt;她只是宁可选择被伤害，&lt;br /&gt;也不愿意选择去怀疑你的真心...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，每个女人其实都很脆弱，&lt;br /&gt;无论身边有着多少的仰慕者，&lt;br /&gt;无论平时有多少人纵容她的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;但女人在自己深爱的男人前，&lt;br /&gt;永远都是那一个被动者，&lt;br /&gt;永远都愿意当一个没有主见的女人，&lt;br /&gt;让自己心爱的人为自己决定一切...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，其实每个女人都很简单，&lt;br /&gt;即使她的身边有着数不清的男人，&lt;br /&gt;即使她身边的男人都比你来的优异，&lt;br /&gt;但只要她爱上了你，选择了你，&lt;br /&gt;她就是你专属的情人了，&lt;br /&gt;除非你让她失望，否则谁也抢不走...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人要不过是一个懂得爱自己的男人，&lt;br /&gt;你无需理会她的身边出现什么样的男人，&lt;br /&gt;若是她想走，当初不会选择你，&lt;br /&gt;若是他不走，那不过是因为你...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;别说女人虚荣，也别说女人现实，&lt;br /&gt;一个女人若是虚荣，&lt;br /&gt;根本就不会在乎你的感受，&lt;br /&gt;她不会为你哭泣，&lt;br /&gt;更不会因为吃醋而和你大吵一架，&lt;br /&gt;留在你身边，&lt;br /&gt;不过是因为他爱你...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;男人，请你记得，&lt;br /&gt;女人永远都是表面复杂的动物，&lt;br /&gt;但内心永远都只是简单的女人，&lt;br /&gt;越是让你猜不透的女人，&lt;br /&gt;越是爱你爱得深的女人，&lt;br /&gt;因为在一个没有感觉的人面前，&lt;br /&gt;女人永远都是简单的...&lt;br /&gt;所有复杂的心思，不过是因为简单的爱...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-7802439377312476865?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7802439377312476865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_2410.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>男人，你做到嗎</title><content type='html'>1~當你做完工回到家時發一封信息給你女朋友:''老婆...我到家了~放心^^老公愛你^^"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2~當下雨時,發封信息給你的女朋友:"老婆...把被抱緊緊哦~不要生病哦~老公想你"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3~當女朋友生病時,發封信息給她說:"老婆...好好休息...要好好吃飯...老公永遠陪著你^^"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4~當你女朋友遲回家時,發封信息給她說:"老婆...你在哪裡?怎麼還沒回來?老公好擔心你...快回來..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5~當你女朋友生氣時,發封信息給她說:"老婆...對不起..剛才不該對你發脾氣的...對不起...原諒老公...好嗎?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6~當你女朋友流淚時,發封信息給他說:"老婆...不要哭...有我在..我不會讓你受到任何傷害的...放心..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7~當你女朋友要睡覺了...發封信息給他說:"老婆...晚安...老公永遠愛你^^"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8~當你的女朋友起床時,一定要比他早起床發封信息給他說:"老婆...早安...該起床咯~^^"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;情侶們每天一定要跟對方說''我愛你''~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;情侶們每天一定要跟對方說''晚安''~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;情侶們每天一定要跟對方說''我想你''~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;你们能做到吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3259350599556123737?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5014603181117744495</id><published>2011-06-18T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:17:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没有女孩子愿意一直坚强。</title><content type='html'>人人都说女孩子不要太要强、太独立、太厉害，不然会不招人喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;可是，我若不要强、不独立、不变厉害，谁会在我最无助的时候伸出援 手？&lt;br /&gt;靠山山会倒，靠人人会跑。&lt;br /&gt;女孩子，只有自己强大了，才不会被别人当做附属品。&lt;br /&gt;家世好的女孩子，会有爸妈为 其铺好华丽丽的金砖大道，&lt;br /&gt;相貌好的女孩子，会有男友老公等着为其鞍前马后尽献殷勤，&lt;br /&gt;运气好的女孩子，会有贵人相助使之平步青 云，&lt;br /&gt;真是，不幸，我似乎哪个都排不上，&lt;br /&gt;所以，别再问我为什么总是那么不解风情，&lt;br /&gt;别再埋怨我没有一点女孩子的娇 柔体贴，&lt;br /&gt;别再说我笑得太大声，走得太快，讲话太男孩子气。&lt;br /&gt;别再嫌弃我太过理智，太冷血。&lt;br /&gt;因为，我知道，&lt;br /&gt;下 雨天如果忘带伞，就一定会淋雨，&lt;br /&gt;淋雨之后，不赶快擦干头发，换掉衣服，&lt;br /&gt;就一定会感冒发烧，&lt;br /&gt;生病之后，不赶快看 医生吃药就会越病越厉害。&lt;br /&gt;曾经去输液，隔床的女孩一边给老师打电话请假，一边哭，&lt;br /&gt;我当时觉得，这孩子真傻，哭又能怎样？&lt;br /&gt;真 是个傻孩子。&lt;br /&gt;可我也曾是个傻孩子。&lt;br /&gt;曾经我会在躲雨的屋檐下看着一个个被接走的人觉得自己像是个弃猫，&lt;br /&gt;曾经我会 在饿的胃疼却连水都没得喝的时候很想哭，&lt;br /&gt;曾经我会在拥挤的公车上被人左推右推的时候感到委屈，&lt;br /&gt;曾经我在夜色里默默对自己说 “生日快乐”&lt;br /&gt;曾经我在被冤枉却无力辩解时躲在厕所捂着嘴巴大声地压抑着哭。&lt;br /&gt;我不是苦水里泡大的孩子，我只是个不愿意向世俗妥 协的女孩。&lt;br /&gt;而在此之前，我会一直努力坚强着，扬起下巴，不哭，不闹，不发脾气。只微笑。&lt;br /&gt;没有女孩子愿意一直坚强，只是她在等 一个理由，一个可以不强迫自己坚强的理由&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5014603181117744495?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5014603181117744495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>当女人不再和你吵架，她已经不爱你了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再对你唠叨，她已经对你死心了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再对你流泪，她已经对你心寒了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再对你撒娇，她已经对你没热情了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再深夜催你回家，她已经对你失望了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人深夜不再等你，她已经对你放弃了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再向你解释她的行为和想法，她已经对你厌烦了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再与你谈及任何生活、工作的话题，她正在远离你了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再与你分享她的快乐，她已经对你漠然了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人不再与你分担苦恼和麻烦，她已经不信任你了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人做任何决定都独立处理，她已经不需要你了； &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当女人对你的沾粘自喜一笑而过的时候，她已经看透你了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4475496660141119291?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4475496660141119291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4475496660141119291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4475496660141119291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='当女人这么对你时、你已经失去她了'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2711098729330053960</id><published>2011-06-14T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:09:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime i really dunnoe wat shld i do.... i and him already is a past liao le.. but somehow, i still need more times to overcome myself... as overall shld said going to 3yrs r/s... cant said wanna forget den can forget.. as going 2yrs plus r/s, always have some1 care, concern for u n so on.. worry that u go eat or at nite slp de time got cover urself wit blanket ma... worry u will catch a cold... worry taht next day wake up, will had runny nose or so on... but now... all is different le... everything need times... tat y i believe i can overcome it de... but i really dunnoe i need how long to overcome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post quite alot of stuff, regarding about him... from the day i type blog till now... mostly every topic is about him him him... now u ask me dun think of him, i really need some times... as overall, whole singapore had his shadow... even though my fren try their best not to bring me to de place that had his shadow, but somehow when i alone de time or so on, i still will think back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can do it... as no matter wat, this time i wont turn back liao le.. i this really had enough hurt.. as i believe this time u also wont choose to turn back too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overcome and heal my wound, is the only choice and only thing i can do now le... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2711098729330053960?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-3017372422768817614</id><published>2011-06-13T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:12:57.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So guys, please stop forcing me to be wit u all or so on.. i know that u all r good, caring and sweet towards me.. but wat i wanna is not u all... i really hope that u all can understand me... Ya.. it true.. i dun have bf.. as i still waiting... and at de meanwhile, i wish to be alone and heal my wound.. this wound is really very deep and hurt.. i really need time.. n possible, i need some1 to help me to heal muy wounds too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that u all can give me a break... i currently dun wish to have any r/s.. my ex bf can break wit me and den few days later wit this gal so good.. forget it.. i not like him (hongster).. at least i wont treat r/s as a game.. i treat it seriously... full heart to repect and love my r/s.. totally not like him at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys please stop forcing me... i repect u all as my very closed frenz and buddy to me.. so i hope u all dun force me le... i know u all very care for me and can give me a very good future, but somehow somewhere and some1... i still waiting... i juz need more times to consider and heal my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. I did mention i love u all.. Cos u all r my closed frenz and buddy.. that y i really love u all so much... if bcos of this, had a misunderstanding, i will like to said i'm sorry.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3017372422768817614?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3017372422768817614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-guys-please-forcing-me-to-be-wit-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3017372422768817614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3017372422768817614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-guys-please-forcing-me-to-be-wit-u.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2949757679041849406</id><published>2011-06-13T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:43:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come my heart still pain and hurt... is it bcos our r/s going to 3yrs and i too used to it... i really hope is for the time-being only... so many many days, i did not had a good and proper meal le... end up, i lost 5kg... feel that no wei kuo to eat anything at all... this few wks mostly juz drink water.. dun have any wei kuo to take any rice or so on... i juz hope that time can faster passed... so that i can fully recovered.. This test is a very major test for me.. going to 3yrs r/s, end up still de same things happen... i really need to overcome it... I know that u this type of guy is not worth for me to do this and tat for u... included how u hurt me... how u lie to me... but ur hurt wont as much as me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now only can take it easy and try to overcome asap!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Without u, i really hope that i can be a happy gal.. &lt;br /&gt;Y muz i act like so relax and happy but my heart was so bloody hurt inside.. how come i try to act strong in front of every1, but  end up i still will at one corner cry... i really dun love u.. i feel that de hurt u give me is more than enough to kill me...  i really dun love u anymore.. i juz suspect i myself cry, is u hurt me to deep or sth else.. I really dunnoe.. i dun know how long i can i still can tk it... i try to act strong and happy.. but y, when i alone de time, all those mermories juz came out.. i had alot alot of laughter frenz.. i try to joke ard and try to hide everything up.. try to be strong and try to stand up by my own feet.. but sometime said is easier for me but do is harder for me... i had try my very best, i juz need time.. i really hope that times can heal everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2949757679041849406?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2949757679041849406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-come-my-heart-still-pain-and-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2949757679041849406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2949757679041849406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-come-my-heart-still-pain-and-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5062761695855782675</id><published>2011-06-10T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:48:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate will always hate.. but frenz will always frenz.. but no love anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5062761695855782675?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5062761695855782675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/hate-will-always-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5062761695855782675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5062761695855782675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/hate-will-always-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-1512906305496019716</id><published>2011-06-10T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:56:14.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hongster is always is a hongster!! Dun told me after u break up wit me den u in love this gal la.. this gal have Malaysia bf but u confirm dun mind de la.. even though she timer u, u also dun mind de la.. cos overall her bf at Malaysia but u at Singapore.. plus she is ur type of gal, u of course so wish to be wit her de.. dun said so nice to me tat dun waste my youth n blah blah blah la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saw ur lovebite, still dare to told me, is ur outfield mosquito give de.. hello.. u think i was so stupid ar... as i said if is mosquito bite, i can very confirm tell u, u wanna wat i can give u wat.. but end up, u quiet.. u go think la... is it lovebite or mosquito bite, u know de best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gal had bf but still give other guy lovebite.. haha.. wat type of gal is she... Hooker, fling, timer or fling!!! haha.... So i now finally know this is the type of gal, u wanna.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how come tat time ask u to let go den u dun1.. until u go to KBOx safra den u choose to let go.. is it cos of tat gal or really dun wish to waste my youth.. u know urself.. dun worry.. I will ask my frenz to go there n support her de.. her name jacklyn Lim Mei Jun.. work at Kbox safra mount faber.. work only Fri n Sat nite.. u all can drop ax there n see how pretty n chio she is. hehe:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-1512906305496019716?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1512906305496019716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/hongster-is-always-is-hongster-dun-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1512906305496019716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/1512906305496019716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/hongster-is-always-is-hongster-dun-told.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-567235270169238885</id><published>2011-06-10T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:30:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting..</title><content type='html'>This few weeks I was so happy:) cos I have them.. all my crescent frenz.. they was so good.. I really love them place much:)ytd just playing mahJong till 6am.. tired till de max!! Tonite go home must rest early le.. tml I will be watching x men 1st class.. haha.. after this need to watch transformation part 3.. hehe.. u all know what, I dun have him I was so relax.. finally I can save money.. even though I dun have u, I have all my society frenz back le.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know tat I still wait for u.. I now wait for u to nod ur head.. haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-567235270169238885?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/567235270169238885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/567235270169238885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/567235270169238885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting..'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6400011406305818910</id><published>2011-06-01T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:22:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>I finally get my freedom liao le... i was so happy... at least from now onwards u wont hurt me anymore liao le... =D&lt;br /&gt;frenz is a better and best way for us... wish u all de best wit ur xiao gua wor.. haha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung fu panda!!! i wanna to watch so badly!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he can go... hehe.. shopping wit me too.. bleh.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long time did not shopping liao le.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6400011406305818910?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6400011406305818910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6400011406305818910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6400011406305818910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2128152418765594491</id><published>2011-05-31T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:18:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life for me</title><content type='html'>Now i was so enjoy my life.. haha.. at least i was so enjoying my self... at least i can do whatever i like.. Mayb 3yrs ago, i shld not choose u ba... mayb others.. as overall is i fall in love on him 1st.. Is juz that he quite ah beng so end up i chosen u.. i choose to give it a try but and up i had choose the wrong path... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i really alot better liao le.. after this wk, i wont see ur face anymore liao... mayb shld said that is a very good test for us.. end up overall u still bcos of a gal (but i know u will not said is bcos ofthe gal de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now everyday still waiting for his msg ( not my past tense bf) is 3yrs ago de guy that i fall in love de... Even though he really very busy on his work.. i always wil look my hp.. so hope that he can msg me... haha.. take it easy ba.. hehe... I believe he at least will be better that my past tense bf.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2128152418765594491?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2128152418765594491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-life-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2128152418765594491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/2128152418765594491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-life-for-me.html' title='new life for me'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-278665777545395703</id><published>2011-05-31T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:54:07.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Finally i and my past tense bf had broke up.. finally.. i somehow was like so happy.. as now i wont so suffer and also i can find more better and nicer guy... at least can give me a stable income and job.. but if think back, we had be tgt for 2yrs and 10mths liao le.. 2more mths and we tgt for 3yrs liao le.. even though i was so sad (mayb past few times i already cry like hell and already very tired of it liao le).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good things or a bad things.. &lt;br /&gt;You all shld be curious wat is the actual reason for breaking up.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;Even though i said it, he will choose to said is not like this de... &lt;br /&gt;I ony can said i really very hate him.. Said those sweet words to me and now said to other gal... haha.. dun worry.. he will still said de same sentence, is juz a casual talking only de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gal had a bf at malaysia andmy fucker paast tense bf choose to still fling wit her.. still put herm display pictures at his hp... Still said so nice that u dun wanna waste my yoth and everything... I can very staightforwards to tellu.. Wat u said is RUBBISH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that is not bcos of this gal.. But no matter yes or no.. U know de best.. Rmb that wat come along and wat goes along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to wit her.. but i can very confident to tell u.. u all wont last long de.. If she can choose and let go his bf.. Next time she also will do the same things to u... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really very angry, disppointed on u till de max.. Juz a ah lian or shld i said is xiao mei mei can let me see ur true colours... luckily we had not marry yet.. If we really marry, i think i have no rite to let go or so on liao le... also quite luckily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few wks luckily i have all my beloved frenz to accompany me.. I really thanks to  all my frenz.. If u all not at my side, i also dunnoe wat will i become.. really thanks so much much!!!! **love u all so much much!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-278665777545395703?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/278665777545395703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/278665777545395703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/278665777545395703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-5980790168065108498</id><published>2011-05-27T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:14:03.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Finally i and my bf (now is my ex bf  had broke up.. dunnoe is a good thing or bad thing.. But hope so will be good thing ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**confused**   &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5980790168065108498?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5980790168065108498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5980790168065108498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/5980790168065108498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;Pull her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;Just hold her and don’t say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;Sneak up and hug her waist from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she’s scared&lt;br /&gt;Protect her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;reassure her that everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Back yourself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she loves you&lt;br /&gt;she really does more than you can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;Hold her’s and play with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you;&lt;br /&gt;bump into her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;keep it safe and untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;dont look away until she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says it’s over&lt;br /&gt;she still wants you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she’s mad hug her tight and don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she’s ok don’t believe it, talk with her because 10 yrs later she’ll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Treat her like she’s all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she’s sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it’s stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When she’s bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let her know she’s important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t talk about other girls around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is:&lt;br /&gt;“Whose ass am i kicking baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we live in a different world and fantasies like that don't happen often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6954270396371263105?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6954270396371263105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6954270396371263105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6954270396371263105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-boyfriend.html' title='&quot; A Real Boyfriend 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-8139340953060783043</id><published>2011-03-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:53:14.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>世界上最远的距离</title><content type='html'>世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 生与死的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 我站在你面前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 我站在你面前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 爱到痴迷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却不能说我爱你 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 我不能说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 想你痛彻心脾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却只能深埋心底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 我不能说我想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 彼此相爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却不能够在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 彼此相爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却不能够在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是明知道真爱无敌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却装作毫不在意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 树与树的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 同根生长的树枝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却无法在风中相依&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 树枝无法相依&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 相互了望的星星&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却没有交汇的轨迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 星星之间的轨迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 纵然轨迹交汇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却在转瞬间无处寻觅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是 瞬间便无处寻觅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是 尚未相遇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;便注定无法相聚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是鱼与飞鸟的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个在天,一个却深潜海底&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要太过张扬，因为要明白没有一个人会比你弱小。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要吹嘘爱情，因为明天你就可能失恋。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要委屈自己，因为明天你就可能死去。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总之，做人低调一点。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要滥交朋友，尤其是同性，因为一举一动都会留下铬印，将来成为是非。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要依靠异性，因为生活沉重，谁都想活得轻松。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要伤害异性，因为报复迟早都会来，弄不好吃亏的是你自己。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生在世，我们常常产生想解释点什么的想法。然而，一旦解释起来，却发现任何人解释都是那样的苍白无力，甚至还会越抹越黑。因此，做人不需要解释，便成为智者的选择。山不解释自己的高度，并不影响它的耸立云端；海不解释自己的深度，并不影响它容纳百川；地不解释自己的厚度，但没有谁能取代她作为承载万物的地位…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别低估任何人。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你没那么多观众，别那么累。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;温和对人对事。不要随意发脾气，谁都不欠你的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在很痛苦，等过阵子回头看看，会发现其实那都不算事。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和对自己有恶意的人绝交。人有绝交，才有至交。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学会宽容伤害自己的人，因为他们很可怜，各人都有自己的难处，大家都不容易。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学会放弃，拽的越紧，痛苦的是自己。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;低调，取舍间，必有得失。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要试图给自己找任何借口，错误面前没人爱听那些借口。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慎言，独立，学会妥协的同时，也要坚持自己最基本的原则。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;付出并不一定有结果。坚持可能会导致失去更多。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去的事情可以不忘记，但一定要放下。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活得轻松，任何事都作一个最好的打算和最坏的打算。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做一个简单的人，踏实而务实。不沉溺幻想。不庸人自扰。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不说谎话，因为总有被拆穿的一天。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别人光鲜的背后或者有着太多不为人知的痛苦。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽量充实自己。不要停止学习。不管学习什么，语言，厨艺，各种技能。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注意自己的修养，你就是孩子的第一位老师。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孝顺父母。不只是嘴上说说，即使多打几个电话也是很好的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱父母，因为他们给了你生命，同时也是爱你爱的最无私的人。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶尔也要现实和虚伪一点，因为不那样做的话，很难混。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;收敛自己的脾气，偶尔要刻意沉默，因为冲动会做下让自己无法挽回的事情。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论什么时候，做什么事情，要思考。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远不要给背叛过自己的朋友第二次的背叛的机会。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论是谁，都有自己的限度。特别是信任。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;懂得倾听别人的忠告。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别人说的记在脑袋里，而自己的，则放在心里。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽量不要讲同事朋友的八卦。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信佛，信因果，在真正的因果面前，人的力量是微不足道的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坦然接受生活给你的馈赠吧，不管是好的还是坏的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真正了解无常的含义，当你痛苦时，你要想这痛苦不是永恒的，当你快乐时，你要想这快乐也不是永恒的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要快乐，要开朗，要坚韧，要温暖，对人要真诚。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空虚无聊的时候就读书，但一定得有自己的生活目标和计划。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对人性的弱点有清醒的认识，但要相信真诚的爱情，对爱情永远怀有单纯的向往。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要太过依赖除自己以外的人，因为只有自己不会抛弃自己。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远对生活充满希望，对于困境与磨难，微笑面对。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多看书，看好书。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;少吃点，吃好的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古龙说过，爱笑的女孩子，运气不会太差。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多交朋友，交好的朋友。女人一定要有闺密。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请记得，好朋友的定义是：你混的好，她打心眼里为你开心；你混的不好，她由衷的为你着急。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要有梦想，即使遥远。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;努力爱一个人。付出，不一定会有收获；不付出，却一定不会有收获，不要奢望出现奇迹。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;承诺是一件美好的事情，但美好的东西往往不会变为现实。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有自己鲜明的主张和个性，不要识途去改变他人，同样，也不要被他人所改变。改了，就不是自己了。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有十全十美的东西，没有十全十美的人，关键是清楚到底想要什么。得到想要的，肯定会失去另外一部分。如果什么都想要，只会什么都得不到。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界最脆弱的是生命，身体健康，很重要。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老天爷对每个人都是公平的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要试图控制别人，不要要求别人理解你。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活在当下，别在怀念过去或者憧憬未来中浪费掉你现在的生活。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要忘本，任何时候，任何事情。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要诚恳，要坦然，要慷慨，要宽容，要有平常心。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学会忘记,善忘是一件好事。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要乐观，要积极，多笑，多照镜子。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信他说的话，但不要当真。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凡事多长心眼。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要自作聪明。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做自己的决定。然后准备好承担后果。从一开始就提醒自己，世上没有后悔药吃。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己不喜欢的人，可以报之以沉默微笑；自己喜欢的人，那就随便怎么样了，因为你的喜爱会挡也挡不住地流露出来。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信因果报应！相信轮回！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要学会忍耐与坚持！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界上没有真正的爱情……时间可以冲淡一切。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要做刺猬能不与人结仇就不与人结仇，谁也不跟谁一辈子，有些事情没必要记在心上 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时要学会听取身边人的意见，更多时候这样才不会让自己受到伤害。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘记过去才能有新的开始。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界很不公平。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要太依赖朋友，人性基本都有恶的一面。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情很美好，相信爱情。如果连爱情都不相信那人生岂不太苦了？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想得到一样一定会失去另一件东西。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痛苦让人成长，是你进步的一个机会，一个挑战。别害怕痛苦的事情，它有另一面积极的作用。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人就是孤独的，缓解它带来的痛苦的唯一方式就是平静的接受它。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有经历过的，永远不能理解这些道理，但听听也是好的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以不美丽，可以不可爱，可以不温柔，但是一定要诚实和善良。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜爱一切美好的事物，赞美并享受它们所带来的美好。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当困难来临时，用微笑去面对，用智慧去解决。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要勇于承认自己所犯的错误，并承担其带来的责任。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱家人，爱朋友，爱伴侣，爱孩子，然而，要真正为自己活。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远不要为已发生的和未发生的事忧虑。已经发生既成事实忧虑也于事无补，未发生的凭主观臆测，无法推断事情的走向，徒增烦恼而已。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要老在别人面前倾诉你的困境袒露你的脆弱。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要想着依靠别人，要有目标有追求，这与年龄无关。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做一个简单的人，踏实而务实。不沉溺幻想。不庸人自扰。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学会思考，头脑清晰，明白自己的渺小，切忌自我陶醉。枪打出头鸟，凡事不要强出头，因为并没有想象中的强！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都是独立的个体，真的没有谁离开谁就活不下去！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要太高估自己在集体中的力量，因为当你选择离开时，就会发现即使没有你，太阳照常升起！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;社会是有等级的，很多事不公平。别抱怨，因为没有用。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-8570880644468769152?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8570880644468769152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8570880644468769152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/8570880644468769152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html' title='很现实很有道理的话'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-7708928708569706119</id><published>2011-03-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:49:34.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天会黑，人会变，3分情，7分骗。很现实的句子</title><content type='html'>1.别对我说永远，我活不到那个点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.朋友用心交，父母用命孝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.让你哭到撕心裂肺的那个人，是你最爱的人。让你笑到没心没肺那个人，是最爱你的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.嘴巴上说祝你们幸福，心里巴不得你们吹掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.天会黑,人会变,3分情,7分骗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.如果你20岁之后，花的钱还是伸手向父母要的，那么你的满身名牌只能衬托出你的无能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.日光傾城，也未必温暖 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.把眼泪留给最疼你的人，把微笑留给伤你最深的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.有些时候 沉默并不代表我无话可说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.怪皒太年轻，是人是狗没看清。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.血染江山的画，怎敌你眉间一点朱砂，覆了天下也罢，始终不过一场繁华。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.聋子听见哑巴说瞎子看见了爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.强者不是没有眼泪，只是可以含着眼泪向前跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.明知是场戏 ，还要陪你演下去 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.不要对我太好 这样我会分不清是友情还是爱情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.属于我的，会一直记得。不属于我的，我只能学着若无其事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 我的挽留你说是纠缠.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.一个人的冬天比往年更加寒冷.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.下辈子坐只考拉，每天睡觉20个小时，吃2个小时，发呆2个小时，这就是人生啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.笑只是个表情 ， 与快乐无关 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.关于你的世界、 我没有（访问权限）.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.曾经就是曾经 ，再回忆也是曾经 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.You，made our story so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.我的世界，不需要太多人懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.拿命珍惜的男人，一辈子能有几个？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.社会很单纯，复杂的是人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.同样的曲子却怎么也听不出从前的旋律&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-7708928708569706119?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7708928708569706119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7708928708569706119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/7708928708569706119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;我希望每次跟你约会都能顺利和愉快。&lt;br /&gt;我希望每次你送我到家楼下后会拉住我的手对我说"我舍不得你"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我希望的事情有很多,&lt;br /&gt;因为我只是一般的女人。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我想有一个整洁又漂亮的房间,心爱的床,心爱的抱枕,心爱的电脑。&lt;br /&gt;如果可以,旁边再加一个心爱的你。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我想有一个大大的衣柜,装满四季的衣服.不用每天都在踌躇衣服太少,要穿什么衣服出门。&lt;br /&gt;也不是说杜绝所有丑的女人,我本来也不漂亮,只是想办法让自己看起来有精神一点。&lt;br /&gt;邋邋遢遢的女人走在路上感觉周围都是细菌。&lt;br /&gt;我才不信那些男人口中说的"我不介意你的长相",通常他们一开始不介意,但是都会有介意的时候.就像我说我不介意我自己不漂亮,但我也想让自己漂亮一点.&lt;br /&gt;我并没有在跟谁比美,我只是一般的女人。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱打扮不是错,是为了在你或者朋友面前能够被你们大方的介绍出去,&lt;br /&gt;----"这是我的女朋友"&lt;br /&gt;----"这是我朋友"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我喜欢想象,过去和未来我都会想。&lt;br /&gt;刚刚发生过的事情,我时候会想要是当时我没这样,那结果会怎样。&lt;br /&gt;对于未来的事我想得更多,未来的你还是不是同一个。&lt;br /&gt;我不是古代的女人,当然不会给你私奔浪迹天涯。&lt;br /&gt;我想要一个现实的生活.我不相信那些住在瓦房的夫妻们在下雨漏水时能有多幸福。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我希望你能为了我拒绝所有对你示爱或暧昧的女人,&lt;br /&gt;跟异性朋友也不能太亲密。&lt;br /&gt;我只是一般的女人,想拥有一个稳定的恋情。&lt;br /&gt;因为分手后我会很伤心,需要时间去恢复调整状态又去爱下一个人。然后又要花时间去认识,了解,相爱,&lt;br /&gt;接着再说一次这段话。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;女人的青春很短。&lt;br /&gt;你可以50多岁了去找20来岁的姑娘。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我50多岁的时候却在家里面对一个没劈腿的炒菜锅。&lt;br /&gt;我不想浪费我的时间在伤心,恢复,寻找中。&lt;br /&gt;如果你爱我,请你一定要珍惜我这个一般的女人。&lt;br /&gt;我不爱你就不会跟你说那么多。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我很情绪化,我也会表达出来,甚至有时候会无理取闹。&lt;br /&gt;在我生气的时候,希望你能忍耐。&lt;br /&gt;如果是生别人的气,你要安慰我. 我叫你走开你千万别走,你哄我几句我就会平静了。&lt;br /&gt;如果是生你的气,我叫你走开你就真的要走了,但千万要记得回来。&lt;br /&gt;也许我冷静后会先认错,也许我在等你道歉。&lt;br /&gt;因为我只是一个一般的女人,吵架后还能冷静下来听道理.接受道歉。&lt;br /&gt;别说"你们女人总是这样子"&lt;br /&gt;因为你喜欢上的就是一般的女人.有种你去找不会这样的女人。&lt;br /&gt;我每个月都挨放血差不多一个星期,前后的心情有多糟你体会不到。&lt;br /&gt;那就请忍耐我的脾气。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我喜欢看偶像剧,喜欢看情感剧,喜欢听情歌。&lt;br /&gt;就像你也有喜欢的游戏,球赛一样。&lt;br /&gt;有时候我会把自己想成是戏里的女主角,期待着美好的事情发生。&lt;br /&gt;你有空的时候可以陪我一起看,一起笑,一起哭。&lt;br /&gt;别说我太天真。&lt;br /&gt;我也只是在想象而已,我当然知道你没有戏里的男主角那样好到不现实。&lt;br /&gt;就像你也知道我没有A片主角那样火辣性感。&lt;br /&gt;因为我只是一般的女人。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;我当然也会试着去做女强人,不用依靠,不需要爱情,成功白领。&lt;br /&gt;但是我只是一般的女人,我需要爱,需要一个每天都能快乐的心情,想要一个爱的人陪,想要一个不会尴尬不会漏水的家。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-3064500051359569313?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3064500051359569313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_1040.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3064500051359569313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/3064500051359569313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_1040.html' title='我只是一般的女人=)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-2092252632480581501</id><published>2011-03-22T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:37:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>让女友觉得幸福的一句话...你有说过吗？</title><content type='html'>1、想你了，真的。&lt;br /&gt;2、没什么事，就想听听宝贝的声音。&lt;br /&gt;3、快去吧，我就站在这等你。&lt;br /&gt;4、乖乖上课，快下课了给我短信，我过来接你。&lt;br /&gt;5、我会努力挣钱，养你。&lt;br /&gt;6、左手被你枕的有点麻了宝贝，我换一只手。&lt;br /&gt;7、盖好被子，别着凉了。&lt;br /&gt;8、感觉怎么样，舒服点了么现在？再乖乖睡一会，我就在你身边。&lt;br /&gt;9、别动，水很凉，我来洗。&lt;br /&gt;10、我去弄早饭，宝贝再睡会。&lt;br /&gt;11、怎么又饿了？……好吧，你赢了，我去买菜。&lt;br /&gt;12、别啰嗦了，吃完了再减（减肥）吧。&lt;br /&gt;13、别动，我给你系（鞋带）。&lt;br /&gt;14、雨下大了，我站你右边，风总是从右边刮过来。&lt;br /&gt;15、过马路要小心，把手给我。&lt;br /&gt;16、宝贝好棒，我们一起好么……（有点小黄色）&lt;br /&gt;17、好冷啊，把手放我口袋里，我的也放进去，嘿嘿。&lt;br /&gt;18、这个月的工资，妞拿去随便刷！&lt;br /&gt;19、行，给你买。&lt;br /&gt;20、媳妇儿，前天你看好的那件衣服今天打了八折，我给你买回来咯！（其实没打折）&lt;br /&gt;21、又剩这么多饭，你到底还吃不吃？……好吧，我帮你吃了就是了。&lt;br /&gt;22、我牵着你的手走路的时候，不许主动放开我，听见没有？&lt;br /&gt;23、抱紧我，我骑快一点了。&lt;br /&gt;24、我真的不嫌弃妞儿胸小，我对着旺仔小馒头发誓！&lt;br /&gt;25、给你泡好红糖水了，凉了一会，喝一口看看还烫不烫。&lt;br /&gt;26、情人节快乐宝贝，闭上眼睛，有礼物送给你。&lt;br /&gt;27、别怕，有我在。&lt;br /&gt;28、我下班了，马上回来，妞儿在家乖乖等我。&lt;br /&gt;29、媳妇儿，我在超市买菜，想吃什么零食我给你捎回来。&lt;br /&gt;30、我就在出站口的正中央，你一出来就能看见我。&lt;br /&gt;31、谁说感冒了不让亲的，我亲亲亲。&lt;br /&gt;32、妞儿睡着的样子真的好可爱！&lt;br /&gt;33、走累了是吧，那背你一会……好吧，那再背一会。&lt;br /&gt;34、我晚上睡觉都不关手机的，为了让你随时都能找到我。&lt;br /&gt;35、妞儿，能借我两块钱么，想给你买一个圣代，身上只有五块钱了……&lt;br /&gt;36、脚怎么还这么冰凉呢，赶紧放到我肚子上。&lt;br /&gt;37、媳妇儿，真的好喜欢好喜欢看着你给我剪指甲时认真而小心的样子。&lt;br /&gt;38、休息一会吧，我来帮你写。能给我泡杯茶么，谢谢。&lt;br /&gt;39、别说话，安静的陪我躺一会好么。&lt;br /&gt;40、妞儿，咱们起草一个家务分工表吧……好吧，你又赢了，你念我写吧。&lt;br /&gt;41、突然好想给你唱首歌。&lt;br /&gt;42、妞儿，真不知道没有你我怎么办。&lt;br /&gt;43、媳妇儿，我今天一根烟都没抽，我决定要为你戒烟了。&lt;br /&gt;44、刚才卖菜的大婶找钱时跟我说：“你对象儿真漂亮！”&lt;br /&gt;45、媳妇儿，我跟爸妈说好了过些天带你回家，你做好准备了告诉我哦。&lt;br /&gt;46、被窝暖和了，快点进来。&lt;br /&gt;47、我爱你，没有下一句。&lt;br /&gt;48、傻妞儿，在我心里，我早已经认定了你就是我的老婆。&lt;br /&gt;49、嫁给我吧！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱过之后，多希望你知道，与你有关的每一句简单的话，我都放上了重量。记着，有的男人只是把一句话从“嘴”里说出来给你，有的男人真是在用“心”向你表达。对于男人，爱需要更多的责任。&lt;br /&gt;我想，因爱成熟的你，也会慢慢懂得，不必过于追问曾经的对错真假；珍惜身边完全属于你的好男人，或者微笑着等一个还需加以磨练的好男人。对于女人，爱就是一种安全感&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-2092252632480581501?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2092252632480581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;因为我已经把你当成我的家人。&lt;br /&gt;因为在你的面前我可以变成一个孩子。&lt;br /&gt;因为再冷的冬天想到你心里都可以暖暖的。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为在晚上很安静的时候，即使一个人&lt;br /&gt;想到你，我也会有幸福的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;因为我能感觉到你的存在。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为你的名字。&lt;br /&gt;是我在心里默念千遍的名字。&lt;br /&gt;是我在草稿纸上一遍一遍写下的名字。&lt;br /&gt;是我可以在很遥远的地方就能认出的。&lt;br /&gt;是我所喜欢的人的，名字。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为你是我义无返顾要在一起的人。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为我希望你幸福，希望你的幸福是因为我。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为你是我认定的。&lt;br /&gt;因为是你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-5746943326888251703?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5746943326888251703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_9342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>会说话的人、让人不生气</title><content type='html'>一  成熟的人不问过去；聪明的人不问现在；豁达的人不问未来。&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;二  在人之上，要把人当人；在人之下，要把自己当人。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;三  知道看人背后的是君子；知道背后看人的是小人。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;四  你犯错误时，等别人都来了再骂你的是敌人，等别人都走了骂你的是朋友。 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;五  人只要能掌握自己，便什么也不会失去。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;六  变老并不等于成熟，真正的成熟在于看透。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;七  简单的生活之所以很不容易，是因为要活的简单，一定不能想的太多。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;八  人们常犯最大的错误，是对陌生人太客气，而对亲密的人太苛刻，把这个坏习惯改过来，天下太平。 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;九  我们在梦里走了许多路，醒来后发现自己还在床上。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十  你的丑和你的脸没有关系  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十一  航海者虽比观望者要冒更大的风险，但却有希望到达彼岸。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十二  穷人的苦恼在于没有选择，富人的苦恼在于有太多选择。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十三  不要总觉得被轻视，先问问自己有没有分量。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十四  一个人的价值，不体现在与别人相同的东西上，而体现在与别人不同的东西上。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十五   静坐常思己过，闲谈莫论人非。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十六  发展是硬道理，但硬发展是没道理。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十七  人们是看你做什么，不是听你说什么。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十八  要求别人是很痛苦的，要求自己是很快乐的。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;十九  不敢生气的是懦夫，不去生气的才是智者。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十  对于人来说，问心无愧是最舒服的枕头。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十一  嫉妒他人，表明他人的成功，被人嫉妒，表明自己成功。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十二  有些事情，不谈是个结，谈开了是个疤。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十三  一口吃不成胖子，但胖子却是一口一口吃来的。  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;二十四  喜欢花的人是会去摘花的，然而爱花的人则会去浇水。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-4976130093734836936?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4976130093734836936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_4916.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/4976130093734836936'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;色过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;吵过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;就算我们每次吵架♥♥&lt;br /&gt;但不到一天就和好了♥♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果世界末日来了♥♥&lt;br /&gt;请记得我们一起骂过人♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起安慰过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起拥抱过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起出去过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起拍照过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起信息过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起为了姐妹而改变过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起笑过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起哭过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起骂过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起把不开心的事讲出来过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起讲秘密过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起讲人过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起38过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起哭过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起笑过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起喊过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起吃过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;一起看电影过♥♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;就算死♥♥&lt;br /&gt;都没遗憾了♥♥&lt;br /&gt;就算死♥♥&lt;br /&gt;我也死得甘心了♥♥&lt;br /&gt;就算死♥♥&lt;br /&gt;我也拥有过♥♥&lt;br /&gt;朋友♥♥&lt;br /&gt;我珍惜你♥♥&lt;br /&gt;因为有你让我知道世界还有真心的朋友♥♥&lt;br /&gt;当有一天我们在上面或下面在见面♥♥&lt;br /&gt;不要犹豫♥♥&lt;br /&gt;那就是曾经和你当过姐妹的我♥♥&lt;br /&gt;就算我们死在海嘯、地震、火山爆發♥♥&lt;br /&gt;但还是当过姐妹♥♥&lt;br /&gt;当我们喝了梦魔汤后♥♥&lt;br /&gt;下一代在当死党吧♥♥&lt;br /&gt;当个永远死不了的小强♥♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 姐妹♥&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE回忆♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE爸比妈咪♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='如果世界末日来了,本小姐也不怕,因为我至少拥有过♥♥'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-284625098595032801</id><published>2011-03-22T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:31:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我就愛這樣的男生</title><content type='html'>1.身上有特殊的味道&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2.笑起来的样子会很好看&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3.每晚会对我说一句温柔的晚安&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4.不需要很聪明&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5.能经常摸我的头发捏我的脸；因为那是宠溺我的方式&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6.把不开心的事情全部都告诉我&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;7.时而孩子气,时而成熟稳重&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8.能为我创造出很多美好的回忆&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9.拥抱很紧,但不会弄疼我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-284625098595032801?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/284625098595032801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_3228.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/284625098595032801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/284625098595032801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_3228.html' title='我就愛這樣的男生'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-6717598824029827139</id><published>2011-03-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:29:51.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>乖、你爱上了别人要记得告诉我, 我会放开我的手、即使心会很痛 很痛…</title><content type='html'>一个人游走在路上，看着来来回回的人群，耳边忽然回响起朋友问我的一句话…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“如果有一天，你爱的人突然告诉你，他爱上了别人，你会怎样？”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘放开他…’&lt;br /&gt;这是我的回答…&lt;br /&gt;听着我的答案，朋友接着问我…&lt;br /&gt;“难道，你就不想去坚持那份爱？”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;呵呵…如果，真的会有那一天，&lt;br /&gt;‘坚持’我又何尝会不想…&lt;br /&gt;试问，又有几个人能够如此潇洒的说放弃就放弃…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;但是，一味的坚持，&lt;br /&gt;是否就会等到自己想要的？&lt;br /&gt;如果不行…又何苦要让自越陷越深…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;当爱你的人，爱上另一个人…&lt;br /&gt;别傻傻的以为，&lt;br /&gt;能够用自己的天真，&lt;br /&gt;去唤回那不安的灵魂…&lt;br /&gt;每一天，只能够一个人痴痴的等…&lt;br /&gt;面对那受伤的另人心疼的眼神…&lt;br /&gt;当等待痛苦的眼泪落下…&lt;br /&gt;倦了…累了…&lt;br /&gt;你才会笑着对自己说：&lt;br /&gt;当初，又何苦逼着自己一个人，面对爱给的伤痕…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;爱情是两个人的事，&lt;br /&gt;感情的付出，&lt;br /&gt;不是用一颗真心，&lt;br /&gt;就一定能够得到结果…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;别傻傻的问自己到底应该怎么做，&lt;br /&gt;才能够维持长久不变的爱情…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;总有一天，你会真正懂得，&lt;br /&gt;爱…是自己给自己的伤痛…&lt;br /&gt;给的伤痛，也就只有自己才能够真正解脱…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你对我说，你爱上了别人…&lt;br /&gt;我会流着泪，&lt;br /&gt;笑着对你说 ‘分手’ …&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以我知道强求的爱得不到任何结果…&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以我会毫不犹豫的放开你的手…&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以我希望你能够得到你想要的幸福…&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以当你转身离去时，我会流着泪，给你最真诚的祝福…&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以我谢谢你给了我一次爱的机会…&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你，所以我深深的明白&lt;br /&gt;爱，是一感受，即使痛苦，都会觉得幸福…&lt;br /&gt;爱，是一种体会，即使心碎，都会觉得甜蜜…爱，是一种经历，即使破碎，都会觉得美丽…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531234869944124944-6717598824029827139?l=joyce-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6717598824029827139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6717598824029827139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531234869944124944/posts/default/6717598824029827139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-mystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_22.html' title='乖、你爱上了别人要记得告诉我, 我会放开我的手、即使心会很痛 很痛…'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-8213732418242160195</id><published>2011-03-22T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:43:39.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>全世界最美的118句话，请分享给你最爱的人！！</title><content type='html'>1、只要还有明天，今天就永远是起跑线。&lt;br /&gt;2、火把倒下，火焰依然向上。&lt;br /&gt;3、成功就是你被击落到失望的深渊之后反弹得有多高。&lt;br /&gt;4、雨是云的梦，云是雨的前世。&lt;br /&gt;5、树没有眼睛，落叶却是飘落的眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;6、天将降大任于斯人也，天不降大任，你不还是斯人吗？&lt;br /&gt;7、别刚从底层混起，就混得特别没底。&lt;br /&gt;8、有时候对一个作家而言，真正的奖赏不是诺贝尔奖，而是盗版。&lt;br /&gt;9、腾不出时间娱乐，早晚会被迫腾出时间生病。&lt;br /&gt;10、大家都不急，我急什么？大家都急了，我能不急？这就是工作与奖金的区别。&lt;br /&gt;11、你不能因为自己是刘翔，就看不起哪些参加全民健身的。&lt;br /&gt;12、每个人最终和自己越长越像。&lt;br /&gt;13、思念是没有翅膀的鸟，在心里盲目的停留不前。&lt;br /&gt;14、阳光落在春的枝头，日子便绿了。&lt;br /&gt;15、旁若无人走自己的路，不是撞到别人，就是被别人撞到。&lt;br /&gt;16、只要比竞争对手活得长，你就赢了。&lt;br /&gt;17、最好的，不一定是最合适的；最合适的，才是真正最好的。&lt;br /&gt;18、历史，只有人名真的；小说，只有人名是假的。&lt;br /&gt;19、你不是诗人，但可以诗意地生活。如果能够诗意地生活，那你就是诗人。&lt;br /&gt;20、眼睛为你下着雨，心却为你撑着伞。&lt;br /&gt;21、爱或被爱，不如相爱。&lt;br /&gt;22、美丽是危险的，象因牙死，狐因皮亡。&lt;br /&gt;23、一个人害怕的事，往往是他应该做的事。&lt;br /&gt;24、我们很早在乎自己是否有机会发言，却不在乎是否有人愿意听。&lt;br /&gt;25、不敲几下，你不可能知道一个人或一个西瓜的好坏。&lt;br /&gt;26、雨点对大地说：我是你千万次放逐，有千万次唤回的孩子。&lt;br /&gt;27、上帝也是单亲家长。&lt;br /&gt;28、我会永远记得你，直到有一天我连自己都记不起。&lt;br /&gt;29、生活就像一辆变速自行车，有的档很多人从来没用过。&lt;br /&gt;30、驴是有户口的马。&lt;br /&gt;31、我们都是虫，可我是萤火虫。&lt;br /&gt;32、你球衣前面的名字，比后面的名字更重要。&lt;br /&gt;33、把影子，腌起来，风干，老的时候，下酒。&lt;br /&gt;34、青椒肉丝和肉丝青椒是同一道菜，关键是谁来炒。&lt;br /&gt;35、除非你是三栖动物，否则，总有一个空间不属于你。&lt;br /&gt;36、与其给鱼一双翅膀，不如给鱼一方池塘。&lt;br /&gt;37、人生的上半场打不好没关系，还有下半场，只要努力。&lt;br /&gt;38、为了照亮夜空，星星才站在天空的高处。&lt;br /&gt;39、缺点也是点，点到为止。&lt;br /&gt;40、如果你坚信石头会开花，那么开花的不仅仅是石头。&lt;br /&gt;41、没有月色的夜里，萤火虫用心点亮漫天的星。&lt;br /&gt;42、本来想骑驴找马，骑着骑着却发现，这不是驴，是马呀！&lt;br /&gt;43、鞭子没了，但神在。&lt;br /&gt;44、诚信总会给你带来成功，但可能是下一站。&lt;br /&gt;45、真相本身就长着一张嘴。&lt;br /&gt;46、你没有摘到的，只是春天里的一朵花，整个春天还是你的。&lt;br /&gt;47、叶子离去，是风的追求，还是树没有挽留。&lt;br /&gt;48、可以爱，可以恨，不可以漫不经心。&lt;br /&gt;49、据我测算，还可以退五十步，但生活只有五步。&lt;br /&gt;50、最深沉的感情，往往以最冷漠的方式表达出来。&lt;br /&gt;51、脚是大地上飞翔的翅膀。&lt;br /&gt;52、苦难是化了装的幸福。&lt;br /&gt;53、当一个人有了想飞的梦想，哪怕爬着，也没有不站起来的理由。&lt;br /&gt;54、当所有的爱熄灭，还可以点燃自己，让心亮着。&lt;br /&gt;55、泪水不是为了排除外在的悲伤，而是为了自由的哭泣。&lt;br /&gt;56、我是个不成功的坏人。&lt;br /&gt;57、不较真，“真”就不出来，还是较吧。&lt;br /&gt;58、当你一门心思撞南墙的时候，南墙就消失了。&lt;br /&gt;59、成功其实很简单，就是当你坚持不住的时候，再坚持一下。&lt;br /&gt;60、爱慕月光的人并不将它据为己有，能远远望着，就已足够。&lt;br /&gt;61、想念，滴在左手凝固成寂寞，落在右手化为牵挂。&lt;br /&gt;62、清晨，阳光擦干了我思念你的泪水。&lt;br /&gt;63、袜子哭诉：臭的本来是脚丫，可人们却责备我。上的笑曰：谁让你紧抱脚丫。&lt;br /&gt;64、没关系一棒子打死，有关系的都被领导接走了。&lt;br /&gt;65、长得漂亮是优势，活得漂亮是本事。&lt;br /&gt;66、死，可以明志；生，却可践志。&lt;br /&gt;67、我虽然不同意你的观点，但我誓死捍卫你说话的权力。&lt;br /&gt;68、人生没有彩排，每天都是现场直播！&lt;br /&gt;69、人生来如风雨，去如微尘。&lt;br /&gt;70、每个人都想和别人不一样，结果是每个人都一样。&lt;br /&gt;71、有时候，不是对方不在乎你，而是你把对方看的太重。&lt;br /&gt;72、忍无可忍，就重新再忍。&lt;br /&gt;73、美丽让男人停下，智慧让男人留下。&lt;br /&gt;74、天使之所以会飞，是因为她们把自己看得很轻 ……&lt;br /&gt;75、理想很**，现实很骨感。&lt;br /&gt;76、没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。&lt;br /&gt;77、对于世界，你可能只是一个人，但对于某个人，你却是整个世界。&lt;br /&gt;78、每个人出生的时候都是原创，可悲的是很多人渐渐都成了盗版。&lt;br /&gt;79、世界上只有想不通的人，没有走不通的路。&lt;br /&gt;80、这个世界上我只相信两个人，一个是我，另一个不是你。&lt;br /&gt;81、谎言和誓言的区别在于，一个是听的人当真了，一个是说的人当真了。&lt;br /&gt;82、难过时，吃一粒糖，告诉自己生活是甜的！&lt;br /&gt;83、喜欢是淡淡的爱；爱是深深的喜欢！&lt;br /&gt;84、不是因为寂寞才想你，而是因为想你才寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;85、养成每天写点什么的习惯，哪怕是记录，哪怕只言片语。&lt;br /&gt;86、成功便是站起比倒下多一次。&lt;br /&gt;87、状态是干出来的，而不是等出来的。&lt;br /&gt;88、使人疲惫的不是远方的高山，而是鞋里的一粒沙子。&lt;br /&gt;89、给猴一棵树，给虎一座山。&lt;br /&gt;90、如果错过了太阳时你流泪了，那么你也要错过群星了。&lt;br /&gt;91、要随波逐浪，不可随波逐流。&lt;br /&gt;92、前方无绝路，希望在转角。&lt;br /&gt;93、世上没有绝望的处境，只有对处境绝望的人。&lt;br /&gt;94、谤言只是挖在你身后的陷阱，只要你一直勇往直前，陷阱再多也不一定伤害到你。&lt;br /&gt;95、工作是工作，生活是生活。工作上，自己扮演的是职务角色；生活里，自己&lt;br /&gt;扮演的是自我。工作只是生命中一小部分，切勿把谋生工具当成人生的全部&lt;br /&gt;生活！&lt;br /&gt;96、上苍不会给你快乐、也不会给你痛苦，它只会给你真实的生活。有人忍受不&lt;br /&gt;了生活平淡而死去，却不知道生命本身就是奇迹！&lt;br /&gt;97、过所爱的生活，爱所过的生活，快乐的生活，才能生活快乐，快乐的工作，才有快乐人&lt;br /&gt;生，生活的理想其实就是理想的生活!&lt;br /&gt;98、生活，就象一个无形的天平，站在上面的每个人都有可能走极端，但这最终&lt;br /&gt;都是为了寻找一个平衡的支点，使自己站的更稳，走的更好，活的更精彩!&lt;br /&gt;99、无论昨天今天明天，只要心中有梦永远是春天；不管阴天雨天晴天，只要有&lt;br /&gt;好心情永远是艳阳天。生活就是这样，有时只要鼓足勇气跨出一步，一切都会变得与先前想象的好！&lt;br /&gt;100、自己丰富才感知世界丰富，自己善良才感知社会美好，自己坦荡才感受生&lt;br /&gt;活喜悦，自己成功才感悟生命壮观！&lt;br /&gt;101、生活原则：往高处立、朝平地坐、向阔处行。生活态度：存上等心、结中&lt;br /&gt;等缘、享下等福。生活目标：为社会奉献经典,为人生创造精彩!&lt;br /&gt;102、你改变不了环境，但你可以改变自己；你改变不了事实，但你可以改变态&lt;br /&gt;度；你改变不了过去，但你可以改变现在；&lt;br /&gt;你不能控制他人，但你可以掌&lt;br /&gt;握自己；你不能预知明天，但你可以把握今天；&lt;br /&gt;你不可以样样顺利，但你可以事事尽心；&lt;br /&gt;你不能延伸生命的长度，但你可以决定生命的宽度。&lt;br /&gt;103、世上有三种人：一是良心被狗吃了的人，二是良心没被狗吃的人，三是良心连狗都不吃的人。&lt;br /&gt;104、和你一同笑过的人,你可能把他忘掉,但是和你一同哭过的人,你却永远不忘。&lt;br /&gt;105、同样的一瓶饮料，便利店里2块钱，五星饭店里60块，很多的时候，一个人的价值取决于所在的位置。&lt;br /&gt;106、终有一天你会知道：公交5分钟一班，地铁9分钟一班，我们的爱——一辈子只有这一班！&lt;br /&gt;107、你在做什么？我在仰望天空。30度的仰望是什么？是我想念她的角度。为什么要把头抬到30度？为了不让我的眼泪掉下来……&lt;br /&gt;108、我不去想是否能够成功，既然选择了远方，便只顾风雨兼程；我不去想身后会不会袭来寒风冷雨，既然目标是地平线，留给世界的只能是背影。&lt;br /&gt;109、忙碌是一种幸福，让我们没时间体会痛苦；奔波是一种快乐，让我们真实地感受生活；疲惫是一种享受，让我们无暇空虚。&lt;br /&gt;110、法律规定男人18岁可以参军，22岁才可以结婚，这充分说明了两个问题：1、女人比敌人难缠；2、结婚比打仗危险；3、对付身边的人比对付敌人难。&lt;br /&gt;111、寂寞的人总是会用心的记住他生命中出现过的每一个人，于是我总是意犹未尽地想起你。在每个星光陨落的晚上一遍一遍数我的寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;112、佛曰：“前世的500次回眸才换来今生的一次擦肩而过”。我宁愿用来世的一次擦肩而过来换得今生的500次回眸。&lt;br /&gt;113、如果上天让我许三个愿望，那么第一个是今生今世和你在一起，第二个是&lt;br /&gt;来生来世和你在一起，第三个是永生永世和你在一起。&lt;br /&gt;114、从明天起, 做一个幸福的人；喂马, 劈柴, 周游世界；从明天起, 关心粮食和蔬菜；我有一所房子, 面朝大海, 春暖花开。从明天起, 和每一个亲人通信；告诉他们我的幸福；那幸福的闪电告诉我的；我将告诉每一个人。给每一条河每一座山取一个温暖的名字；陌生人, ……&lt;br /&gt;115、一个人总要走陌生的路，看陌生的风景，听陌生的歌，然后在某个不经意的瞬间，你会发现，原本费尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就这么忘记了。&lt;br /&gt;116、风吹起如花般破碎的流年，而你的笑容摇晃摇晃，成为我命途中最美的点缀，看天，看雪，看季节深深的暗影。&lt;br /&gt;117、的确，绝代公子虽英年早逝，却独领清词三百年。我相信纳兰性德的才情覆盖了他的人生经历，同时也相信有人说的，读他的词读冷了窗外的纷飞暮雨，读瘦了风雪中的一枝寒梅。&lt;br 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title='全世界最美的118句话，请分享给你最爱的人！！'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028920145018458326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDh3FQgVcoQ/TvBn1t4LinI/AAAAAAAABNM/zRs05yr4mSk/s220/381217_10150416129822544_723332543_8368367_1144432264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531234869944124944.post-7910764208325288682</id><published>2011-03-22T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:40:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD read...</title><content type='html'>MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. 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