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tHeRE's n0ThInG lEft t0 feEl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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204);"&gt;这些种种，都有可能让我们错过了。。。他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當你站在你愛的人面前,你的心跳會加速&lt;br /&gt;但當你站在你喜歡的人面前 ,你只感到開心&lt;br /&gt;當你與愛的人四目交投,你會害羞&lt;br /&gt;但當你與你喜歡的人四目交投 ,你只會微笑&lt;br /&gt;當你和你愛的人對話,你覺得難以啟齒&lt;br /&gt;但當你和你喜歡的人對話,你可以暢所欲言&lt;br /&gt;當你愛的人哭,你會陪她一起哭 ;&lt;br /&gt;但當你喜歡的人哭,你會 技巧地安慰她&lt;br /&gt;當你不想再愛一個人 ,你要關上眼睛並忍著淚水&lt;br /&gt;當你不想再喜歡一個人,你只要 掩住雙耳&lt;br /&gt;你知道嗎~~『愛』與『喜歡』是不同意思!&lt;br /&gt;愛是日久生情....喜歡是一見鍾情 心裡便會有第二個&lt;br /&gt;愛只會專一去愛一個人 而喜歡可以喜歡一個以上&lt;br /&gt;愛是永遠&lt;br /&gt;而喜歡是短暫&lt;br /&gt;可以一年 一個月一星期&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;你的心目中有答案了吗？&lt;br /&gt;别在迟疑了。。。&lt;br /&gt;加油哦！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-113379138861275387?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-112945308600003301</id><published>2005-10-16T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:27:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的失败</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;为什么是你先把手松开？为什么你不牢牢的紧握着我？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有 一种朋友是因无法成为恋人而成为了好朋友。明明大家的心里都藏着对方，可是就是无法蹋进一步。有一天女孩子终于忍不住了，她问这男孩为什么大家心里都有对 方却不能在一起？她问他为什么不追求她？男孩也不懂为什么。男孩对她说，只因他没有勇气，所以他只能将她埋在心底里。就这样，大家都把心里的爱意给藏在最 深处，各过各的生活，各自有自己的恋人。认识他都将近六年了，女孩还是不懂为什么他不能留在她的身边守护她。要她恨他，她彻底的做不到。这些年来，女孩问 了又问，男孩每一次都给她同样的答案。终于她累了，何必太过执着呢？有些人、有些事，是我们永远都不可能得到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一种 朋友是分手后的好朋友。要离开一个不爱自己的人并不是很困难，因为他不爱我，我根本没有留在他身边的理由。可是要离开一个爱自己的人，是极伤心的。那交出 过的心，两人的牵连，所有的甜蜜，原来都是真的。每当想起有人那么疼爱过自己，只能让眼泪一而再，再而三的流入心坎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多时，失恋是因为 选择。选择了学业、事业、另一个生活环境。因此放弃了他，这一种关口，我渴望的是，突然发现，他原来一点也不爱我。只因他不爱我，离开是轻易的。若他是很 爱我的，那该如何取舍？惟有，他日，就算我放弃了他，也能带着曾经被他所爱的回忆而行。然而，我痛的很。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间，觉得自己很失败。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-112945308600003301?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/112945308600003301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=112945308600003301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112945308600003301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112945308600003301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112945308600003301.html' title='我的失败'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-112945255345427538</id><published>2005-10-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:46:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心情</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;我喜欢看星星 不为什么 只因夜里的星星好美好美……&lt;br /&gt;星星的位置是永恒不变的&lt;br /&gt;如果人与人的感情、爱情亦是如此 那该多好！&lt;br /&gt;那天凌晨的星星好动人&lt;br /&gt;我静静地一个人坐在那儿 动也懒得动&lt;br /&gt;你们担心我有心事&lt;br /&gt;可其实我 只是纯粹的在欣赏夜景&lt;br /&gt;心情虽然沉重可却非常的平静&lt;br /&gt;这应该就是我喜欢看星星的原因吧！&lt;br /&gt;心情不好时 总特别喜欢看星星或去海边散心&lt;br /&gt;听着海浪声 听着星星闪烁的声音&lt;br /&gt;心情就顿时变得平静&lt;br /&gt;夜里的宁静让人觉得又舒服又寂寞&lt;br /&gt;就因为这样&lt;br /&gt;我爱上了夜里的寂寞 也习惯了熬夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-112945255345427538?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/112945255345427538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=112945255345427538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112945255345427538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112945255345427538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_16.html' title='心情'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-112762583750947360</id><published>2005-09-26T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:23:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>给自己的情书</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;最近，有一首歌让我流连忘返。最初，只是被这首歌的音乐所吸引。然 而，看了一遍它的歌词后，便爱上它了，而不再是单单的欣赏它的音乐。人生往往就是这么一回事吧！一首好歌也需要看它的歌词，不能只听音乐而把歌词给忘了； 人也是！不能只看外表而忽略了内在美。对于某件事，不能只用肉眼去判断，须知来龙去脉也非常重要。可悲的是，现在人们的心灵再也不像以往般的清澈了。你 是否也想写一封情书给你自己呢？我，非常想。写给自己的情书：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;曾经友人认为你觉得自己很 不幸，没有关系。因为我并不觉得你是世界上最不幸的人，相反的，我觉得你比很多人来得幸福。如果人生没有波浪，又怎么可以称的上是人生呢？要更加懂得爱护 自己，因为没人会比你自己更加懂得爱护自己。不许要再找了，你自己，就是你所蒙昧依旧的守护天使。虽然不甘心，可地上拾到的真理，还是忘不得，人生就是那 么的无奈。请你一定要坚持到底，不到最后一分钟也不要放弃。请你不要灰心，更不要哀伤, 须知同样的错误，犯不得，也弥补不回, 那就够了。内疚也于是无补。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    有人说你输不起、自尊心太强。而你却因为这句话而伤心了一排，太傻了吧！他不知道、没人知，无所谓。因为有我知就足够了。我心疼你时常被人家 误解。你 输了很多回，你的失败造成了你的崩溃。几年了，你都自暴自弃。有一回，你还差点儿爬不起来了！现在的你呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    有没有人爱，找不找到恋人，已不在乎了。因为药箱已为你准备好了。有没有树为你遮风挡雨，已无所谓了。只因它不可倚靠，所以请你务必要成为自 己的门前树。请你不要仰望的太高。望的太高太远，跌的总是比别人深、比别人伤。请你切记，做什么也好，别只为著得到赞赏。因为那样的你太悲哀了，贬低的只 有自己。请你抛开所有懊恼的东西，咖啡不能为你解决问题。你太久没安安心心的休息了，就请你让自己好好的入睡吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-112762583750947360?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/112762583750947360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=112762583750947360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112762583750947360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112762583750947360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_26.html' title='给自己的情书'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-112762345158277794</id><published>2005-09-25T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:48:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不懂...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;突然间好想去旅游。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;可能是压力太大了吧！头脑也动不着了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;好想找个地方透透气......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的心情是否和我一样地沉重？&lt;br /&gt;现在的我，在也开心不起来了。&lt;br /&gt;终觉得闷闷地，一点活力也没有。&lt;br /&gt;压力， 转个圈， 还是它。&lt;br /&gt;它似乎从来都不曾离我而去。&lt;br /&gt;想留住的，留不住；&lt;br /&gt;不想要的， 赶也赶不走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;忙碌的日子也许会让我遗忘许多事情， &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;更让我错过了许多无法挽回的光阴。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;每个人最害怕的莫过于心灵的空虚吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;不知为什么今年会变成了我最难过的一年。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;大概是因为有太多事情需要做抉择吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;以前 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;每当我听到有所感触的歌时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;眼泪都会不由自主的流下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;可是不知曾几何时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;另我有再多感触的歌 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;眼泪 再也流不出了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;这个样子 已经连续几年了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;眼泪 是不是已枯干了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;还是 我的心已容不下那样的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-112762345158277794?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/112762345158277794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=112762345158277794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112762345158277794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112762345158277794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_25.html' title='不懂...'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-112553926893519019</id><published>2005-08-14T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:41:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>四人行</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/320/Tanjung%20Aru%20Beach%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/200/Tanjung%20Aru%20Beach%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;也许你们不懂，和你们相处的那段时光是我有生以来第一次……&lt;br /&gt;头一回有这种快感……&lt;br /&gt;原来我也可以变的如此活泼、快乐的。&lt;br /&gt;人在远处，一个完全陌生的地方， 却因为有你们而一点也感不到寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;人生有几回可以遇到这样的朋友？真难得！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开了你们后的某一个晚上，&lt;br /&gt;突然觉得好寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;如果我们现在也时时刻刻都是四人行……&lt;br /&gt;静静地，一边喝茶一边回想起我们的过去。&lt;br /&gt;现在的我时不时都喝单眼老凉茶，&lt;br /&gt;不知是不是因为太想念你了，&lt;br /&gt;终觉得你泡的单眼老凉茶特别好喝。&lt;br /&gt;那段时间过的太自由自在了吧！&lt;br /&gt;四个来自不同地方的我们尽然可以相处的那么和好，太棒了！&lt;br /&gt;你们是否也有同感呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你们， 我变开朗了。&lt;br /&gt;在我心目中，你们是不可取代的，永远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-112553926893519019?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/112553926893519019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=112553926893519019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112553926893519019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/112553926893519019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='四人行'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111956170389287870</id><published>2005-06-24T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:41:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO R U???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And be 1 traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads onto way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Robert frost&lt;1961&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over da years, i hav no interest to look at da meaning of dis poem...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN... as it was just one of da poems for me to study n get good grades in exams...but now, I hav often reflected upon dis poem...one decision, n the only one...And that made all the difference...life is alwiz bout da paths dat we choose...how i wish there's sume1 can guide me... wat to choose?...which road should i take? pls stop...stop telling me everything it's up to me...i need more than dat...i need advices...i need ur guidiance...i need ur light to shine my way....i need u to giv me hope, confidence n bravery...i need u to tell me who am I?...I need u to tell me wat qualities do i hav in making such decisions...y do i hav to face all da hurdles alone, onli by myself?...y cant u be wif me?...u know, u know i need u desperately...u know i need u to stay close wif me, support me....i'm lost...where r u? y r u hiding?...i'm so alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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U???'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111895822373101799</id><published>2005-06-17T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:35:50.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>献给我最挚爱的好友</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;真得很抱歉！我没有勇气告诉你，我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;因此，我把这份爱意悄悄地埋在心里头， 尽量不让你发现。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;只是默默地站在一旁看着你， 却又害怕让你看到我眼里所藏末对你的爱意。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;原来这就是暗恋， 亦是一种苦恋。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;当我们喜欢一个人的时候，心灵就莫名奇妙地也变成特别的脆弱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;他的偶尔冷漠，关心不足，些微拒绝，也能深深伤害我们的心。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;他甚至什么也不需要做，只是单单存在着，已经是一种澎湃的伤害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;对的人。对的开始。对的目标。对的进行方式。从来就不容易。爱上一个人，也一样。结局会演变成怎么样，不是你和我都可以预测出来的， 因为爱情只可以存在于手心之外。如果你也像我好友般，在暗恋着某个人，不妨花点时间看看这故事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;《何必偏偏晚谢我》中的一双孪兄弟，在结局之前说了一番很有意思的话。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;生性退缩犹豫的哥哥和开朗积极的弟弟一同回想中学时代的生活。哥哥说起弟弟恋慕过的女同学，他表面上对弟弟友善，但背地里却说他坏话，哥哥听了，替弟弟难受，一直不能释怀。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;但弟弟的反应却毫不介意，他深知乃怀念那年头恋慕过那名女同学的快乐。哥哥不明白弟弟的大方，于是弟弟就解释他对爱情的概念。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;他说：“&lt;strong&gt;我爱，故我在&lt;/strong&gt;。我不介意她怎样对我，我对她的爱，连她也无权带走。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;哥哥当头棒喝。看来，弟弟是最懂得如何去活和爱的人啊！他享受爱着一个人的快乐，当爱的感觉存在，就算对方辜负他的爱，或者拒绝了他，他也不会受到太大的伤害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;你活得像哥哥还是弟弟？哥哥自卑，极之介意别人的看法，活得拘禁苦闷；弟弟的外形与哥哥同样平凡，但弟弟只为令自己快乐而活，于是他的日子有趣又自在。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;或许我们既像哥哥又像弟弟。当爱情顺境时，活得似弟弟，但当遇上逆境时，立刻就变成哥哥。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;活得似弟弟，其实是一种理想。多么动人啊！只为爱而爱，爱过，就无人有权带走，连伤害我们的那个人也带不走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;如果爱情可以叫人苏醒，那它也可以让人重新昏迷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;感情事冥冥中自有定数，而未来是虚无的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;感情中的真实，就是此时此刻。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;一定要愿意承认失败，创伤才能被治疗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;肯面对现实，就能放得下，然后才会有从新开始的机会。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;千万别让遗憾留落在心里头。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111895822373101799?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111895822373101799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111895822373101799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111895822373101799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111895822373101799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_17.html' title='献给我最挚爱的好友'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111816030211549601</id><published>2005-06-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:35:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 luv or money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A few days ago, i'ved came across an article entitled "choosing money over luv"...reading the article &lt;strong&gt;For Love or Money?&lt;/strong&gt;...well, most of da guys will say dat gals r materialistic if they chose money over luv...no doubt, there's many things to comment about the carnal values of the socialites...They're smart, beautiful n sharp, but y do these women marry 4 da sake of money?...wat i can say is ...GET REAL...in dis day n age, luv alone is far from enough...or hav u ever doubt dat does luv really exist? It exists, perhaps...but it's oso get away easily ...it's very lucky to hav a man who luv u n capable of providing 4 u ( if u're da lucky 1, dun hesitate, go 4 it)...but wat if u're not the lucky one ( most gals r catogorized in da "not so lucky" )...10 out of 8 gals will tell u dat their goal r to find a man who could provide them wif material comfort...they might dun wan riches nor a jet-setting lifestyle...just as long as he fulfils the family obligations n makes sure dat da family is comfortable....or else, wat's da use of a man who luvs u but is struggling to pay his own bills, much less da children's skul fees? N who knows, he can take off anytime, leaving u to shoulder the burdern of raising da kids by urself...if dat's da way, i'll prefer not to get marrie...who cares dat i'll be single 4ever as long as i am happy wif my life n wat more...if i'm financially independent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111816030211549601?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111816030211549601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111816030211549601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111816030211549601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#666666;"&gt;没有希望了 再也不需要你的奢侈了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;连最后一道光芒都静悄悄地从我眼里消失&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我 被淘汰了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我 被遗弃了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;人才是人间的天才&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;天才亦是天下的蠢材&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;而我就是那个人才 那个大废材&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111815793500289338?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111815793500289338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111815793500289338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111815793500289338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111815793500289338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='我是大废材'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111549898989598458</id><published>2005-05-08T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:34:55.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>男朋友只用来拍拖</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;前天，我的好朋友告诉我她开始对她的男朋友有要求了。当男朋友不能达到她的要求时，她有点失望。这本来就是一个见怪不怪的现象。许多女生都会遇上这问题，包括我。在这里我有一篇文章想与你们分享，摘自深雪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;女孩子忽然成熟了，她悟出一个道理：&lt;strong&gt;男朋友只是用来拍拖，不是用来依靠&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;是不是很聪明？拍拖还拍拖，开心还开心，但情绪上、经济上的依赖，这还是得靠自己。少数女人有依靠男人的命运，吃他的、穿他的，思想上、情绪上一律可以依赖他。男人是他的米饭班煮、爱人、性伴侣、朋友、心里辅导员。&lt;br /&gt;但大部分女人都无这种好命。经济靠自己、遇上困难靠自己。&lt;br /&gt;最错是社会上的错误观念。自小，我们被灌输「男朋友是万能」这种思想，只要遇上一名爱我的男人，我便会得到经济上的扶助、心灵上的支持等等。&lt;br /&gt;然而，真相往往是，男朋友即负担不起我们的开支，又不太愿意在心灵精神层面安抚我们。无论物质或是心灵方面，女人最终都只得靠自己。&lt;br /&gt;每个女人都会体会过幻想破灭的痛苦。当我们发现了男朋友实现不到那个“万能侠”形象后，我们就知道根本一切都是谎言。&lt;br /&gt;如果，男朋友能在某方面补助你， 你已该感谢神恩。做女人，还是踏实一点才会感到幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;以后，就抱着拍拖还拍拖，自己靠自己的概念去谈恋爱吧！不抱幻想， 就自然不会失望。这种思想并不灰暗，只是实在。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;希望这篇文章可以带给你们一点一滴的帮助。加油咯！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111549898989598458?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111549898989598458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111549898989598458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111549898989598458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111549898989598458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_08.html' title='男朋友只用来拍拖'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111528722827356714</id><published>2005-05-05T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:34:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/320/Picture%200231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/200/Picture%200231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;narh...dis painting is still in progress...it's been a long time dat i didnt hold a brush...sighed...my mom urged me to gift her a painting...oh no! mother's day is coming...i've to hurry then...by da way, i'm not an art student but a sc student...dun ask me y...chao!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111528722827356714?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111528722827356714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111528722827356714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528722827356714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528722827356714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-yet_05.html' title='not yet'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111528631268004557</id><published>2005-05-05T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:33:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood@skill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/320/Picture%200531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/200/Picture%200531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i draw wif my feelings n inspiration...not wif skill...&lt;br /&gt;"now...i finally realised dat i am not competing wif others...but myself...all dis year...after i "sink", i didnt let myself to rise again...which made me pathetic..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111528631268004557?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111528631268004557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111528631268004557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528631268004557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528631268004557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/05/moodskill.html' title='mood@skill?'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111528625459160668</id><published>2005-05-05T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:33:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY f@ilure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/320/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/5593/200/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dis is one of my art works...is da 1 dat i like da most...basically...i didnt attend any art class(none of my frens believe dat) but it's true...when I was a little gal ( around 3 years old)....i drew a flag using water color...i showed it to my mom...n she refused to believe dat i drew it, the flag...i still remember how sad i was...I'm not one of the gifted or talented person in art because i failed many times...when i was standard 4, it was da 1rst time i joined the public contest(my buddha)...I didnt even get into consolation price catogori...i was very dissappointed...then i participated another public contest during mooncake festival...again, i was not even close to the consolation prize...till now...it drew me back to join any public contests...in school...utmost...i only managed to get the 3rd placed( school's drawing contest, which is compulsory)...it really killed off my confidence...n i 'ved gone through dis all by myself...i gained back a little confidence when I moved to ipoh~form3~---I think it was by luck dat I gain a certificate stating dat i had the highest mark for pendidikan seni at the end of the year...but now,it is no longer important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111528625459160668?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111528625459160668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111528625459160668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528625459160668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12421369/posts/default/111528625459160668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-filure.html' title='mY f@ilure'/><author><name>Shy@n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191755658748655289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12421369.post-111446020119572846</id><published>2005-04-26T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:32:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b0rInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is so miserable...whenever i said dis, banny 'll start telling me dat life is so beautiful...but i cant 'feel' it....Sigh...I'm so b0rEd...everyday doing da same thing...but thx to wye ching lor...hehe...go shopping n movie wif me every sat or sun...both of us had became movie maniac..vidiot...we had almost swept all the new movies except scary movie -_-!! ...little miss w.c here doesnt "like" to watch...oh n both of us r cheese maniac..every time we go 4 pizza, we will definitely ask for extra cheese ...akakakaka..actually, i'm the one who ask 4 it all da time....die ler...so many cheese n butter...run to fat ady ;(....because of hwa, I had came to know a book entitled DARE TO FAIL...still reading it...oh, man...dis book had became my favourite book...may be because i am a failure( again, whenever i said dis, hwa is going to blow-up)...sigh...oh about that book...DARE TO FAIL...if u think dat u r a failure(like i do) @ u just failed, hunt for it... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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work through it&lt;br /&gt;Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish u understanding, patience, n renewed strength&lt;br /&gt;Where there is fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish u luv, n courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12421369-111446009551938711?l=yshyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yshyan.blogspot.com/feeds/111446009551938711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12421369&amp;postID=111446009551938711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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