<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654</id><updated>2011-10-21T04:18:56.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life My Joy My Enhancement</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-1403479698928591771</id><published>2010-04-10T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:14:23.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我真的欲哭无泪了</title><content type='html'>现在是七点早上，电话响起了···&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我在这五个月内第三次接到最早的电话。&lt;br /&gt;第一次响起是在11月2009年凌晨十二点半，第二次是在今年的二月中，而第三次则是在今天。&lt;br /&gt;第一次的电话响起是公公的离去，&lt;br /&gt;第二次是叔公，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次···&lt;br /&gt;“喂，阿明，快起身了，我们要去医院看你外公，医生说他快不行了···”，&lt;br /&gt;“嗯。”我哽咽的回答了我的舅母，然后就挂线了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对着电话呆了10秒，我仿佛知道接下来要这么做了。&lt;br /&gt;我呼了一口气，然后走向大门，把门开了···&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我望向天空，看见雪白的云开始被恢恢的乌云感染了，慢慢的把蔚蓝的天空掩盖，沉重的天空似欲哭的眼睛正在储蓄着泪水。我在进入洗手间前5秒，一片枯叶从窗口飘了进来，我停下脚步凝望着它直到落在地上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我知道了···”我对着那片枯叶说。它的出现仿佛想告诉我每个生物总会有枯萎的一天。&lt;br /&gt;洗刷完毕后，我更换了便服就再次走到大门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨水滴答滴答的落下来了···&lt;br /&gt;我也再次的望向天空，蔚蓝不再，天空就像含着泪水的眼睛落下了泪。&lt;br /&gt;我淋着雨冲进舅母的车，车开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正向着医院出发，沿途经过新建好的高速公路，雨水犹如细雪纷飞。大风把路旁的大树们吹得摇摆，不甘示弱的大树坚着身躯仿佛要与风对立。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我知道了···”我再次对着不会说话的生物说了这句话。它们是想证明只要坚强的面对，就算再大的挫折总会过去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前的我只觉得植物只是一种让着地球平衡的生物。其实我们忽略了某一些东西，原来它们在我们人类没有察觉的情况下暗喻了我们许多的东西，只要有留意它们的人就会体会到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久后就到医院了，雨还是下着···&lt;br /&gt;我们一步一步的走上梯级，气氛沉重，无可奈何。&lt;br /&gt;终于到ICU病房了，看到外公躺在病床上，床头有架机器，它是用来帮我外公呼吸的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“目前情况稳定了，但也挨不到几久，希望你们做好心理准备。”医生把话说完就走出去了。&lt;br /&gt;我家人脸上一面忧愁，很挣扎的样子，我小舅把衣袖提到眼旁的离开病房，我妈流了一滴泪，凝望躺着的外公。舅母就到外公旁欲想叫醒他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“爸···爸···起身了，不要睡了，要回家了”这句话重复了好多篇，除了听到他呼吸声外什么都没听到了。我望着他，他的表情让我感觉他其实很辛苦，很想睁开眼睛看我们却办不到，很无奈···我真的不知道要利用什么形容词去形容我现在的心情，我只觉得很麻木，在五个月内重复了这种感觉有三次之多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想哭，可是我真的欲哭无泪了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-1403479698928591771?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1403479698928591771/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=1403479698928591771' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/1403479698928591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/1403479698928591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='我真的欲哭无泪了'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-3701439404497251027</id><published>2009-09-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:46:42.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love = Gamble</title><content type='html'>Government always says "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Gambler No Ah Long&lt;/span&gt;",doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Most of the people on this Earth is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gambler&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;They gamble their everything to someone they love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is the most dangerous "weapon" which could make you fall down permanently into a valley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully......is PERMANENTLY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no Losers or Winners in  term of "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say properly do you really know what actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you know, give me the definition please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. But no one can give the proper definition of love,William Shakespeare said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is like luck, you have to go all the way too find it. No matter how you define it or feel it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pay more doesnt mean Earn more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The important is in the process that you paid out your love...is always the greatest thing in the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am an emotional person which my emotion is greater than my rasional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope to meet a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TRUE LOVE&lt;/span&gt; in this life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I WAS BORN TO BE LOVED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                  &lt;strong&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Written by: Kamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-3701439404497251027?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3701439404497251027/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=3701439404497251027' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/3701439404497251027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/3701439404497251027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-gamble.html' title='Love = Gamble'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-5911872445599985556</id><published>2009-09-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:55:47.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“讨厌被*管*”傻的...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;给所有情侣的信息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“只是简单的一问，既然多次被说我在管她、他”，&lt;br /&gt;“我是你男、女朋友罢了，连我家人都没这样管我，你既然这样管我”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;这个问题是否发生在你身上呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 1:&lt;br /&gt;她、他身体不好，然后你就阻止她、他吃对身体有害的东西。却被她说“身体是我的，我喜欢吃什么就什么”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 2:&lt;br /&gt;她、他跟朋友到外喝茶，你只是简单的一句“不要太夜回噢”。却被她、他觉得你在管他、她跟朋友联络感情，最后便为了跟你斗气而夜夜归。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 3:&lt;br /&gt;她、他夜睡，第二天早上你问他、她“酱夜睡哦？”。却被他、她说“夜睡不能吗？”（她、他心想：哇，连我几时睡觉都要管，你是谁哦？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上的是其中几个罢了，等以后有时间再继续...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以说呢，明明对方出自一番关心，关爱，却无奈被人说“&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;管&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;幸福不是必然的，当对方说出些不悦耳的话，请了解下为什么她、他要这么说，也许在哪不悦耳的话暗藏了某些含义，想你好罢了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-5911872445599985556?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5911872445599985556/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=5911872445599985556' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/5911872445599985556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/5911872445599985556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_23.html' title='“讨厌被*管*”傻的...'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-241317248172165820</id><published>2009-09-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:18:47.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆的日子（二）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/Srrk1uIUg-I/AAAAAAAAADA/8WGjgPiw7wA/s1600-h/DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384867916041978850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/Srrk1uIUg-I/AAAAAAAAADA/8WGjgPiw7wA/s320/DSC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;今天天气晴朗，令我想回小时候。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在一个已被我遗忘的park拍了张照。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小时候真的好，哪里都可以去^^又不用付钱$$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-241317248172165820?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/241317248172165820/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=241317248172165820' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/241317248172165820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/241317248172165820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='回忆的日子（二）'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/Srrk1uIUg-I/AAAAAAAAADA/8WGjgPiw7wA/s72-c/DSC00284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-4665196553148450479</id><published>2009-06-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:27:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆的日子（一）</title><content type='html'>嗨！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久没写部落格了，最近的日子总算OK...&lt;br /&gt;虽然有些平淡，但我已经很满足了，现在在专注爱情与学业，感觉好像要一步一步的踏进社会了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听老人家说，社会危机重重，所谓“强者生存”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听到这样，突然想起了童年，想回以前无忧无虑的日子。&lt;br /&gt;小的时候很好啊，想玩什么就玩，虽然很多功课做，但每天都很愉快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了，暂时写到这里，要睡了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-4665196553148450479?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4665196553148450479/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=4665196553148450479' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/4665196553148450479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/4665196553148450479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='回忆的日子（一）'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-3422697210944612457</id><published>2008-08-13T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:42:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>幼稚跟不幼稚,怎么分?</title><content type='html'>游戏,是个幼稚的东西吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我并不认为是幼稚...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;游戏是一定只给小孩玩的吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我并不认为...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一种游戏,无论是老少都能玩的...&lt;br /&gt;而这种游戏是斗智斗技巧的...&lt;br /&gt;我觉得这并不幼稚,反而对我们有帮助....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最少当我们闷时,它能让我们放松&lt;br /&gt;在我们放松期间又能让我们开阔思想...&lt;br /&gt;何乐而不为呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人就说那个游戏幼稚...有些人说不是&lt;br /&gt;所以呢?&lt;br /&gt;幼稚跟不幼稚是不是很难分?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换个情况说,&lt;br /&gt;当一个人(Ah B)正在说服Ah D,&lt;br /&gt;当Ah D被说服时,他就觉得Ah B说的话很有道理,也觉得那样是成熟人所为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是其他人不一定是那样想的...&lt;br /&gt;所以这是没有一定的答案的,看过此搏客后请勿在说别人幼稚了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-3422697210944612457?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3422697210944612457/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=3422697210944612457' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/3422697210944612457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/3422697210944612457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_402.html' title='幼稚跟不幼稚,怎么分?'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-8041574717898740371</id><published>2008-08-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:53:01.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>电话并不好用!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;电话的好处:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;节省时间&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;方便留言&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;方便交易&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;方便做事&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;虽然可以方便联络感情&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;电话的坏处:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;浪费时间&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;浪费金钱&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;深山/山洞没线&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;紧急时候没电&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Call 一大堆&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;乱打电话导致骚扰别人&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;有时听到不清不楚模模糊糊&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;用不好还可能破坏感情&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;不值得用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目前的就酱多...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们意见如何???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-8041574717898740371?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8041574717898740371/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=8041574717898740371' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/8041574717898740371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/8041574717898740371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_13.html' title='电话并不好用!!!'/><author><name>KaMy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688653802591862135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXiFcavC1O8/TPpfAgC2IKI/AAAAAAAAADg/ezHoZ0sotYM/S220/kamy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644498456877296654.post-6223449513555052170</id><published>2008-08-11T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:32:24.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱情还不是完全的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟我女友...已经一年多了...&lt;br /&gt;很开心跟她一起度过好多好多的事情...&lt;br /&gt;虽然在那个过程中有哭有笑...&lt;br /&gt;但总算开心得过了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但最近就觉得还是有很多在她心底的东西我还不晓得的&lt;br /&gt;在我的opinion,男生通常就衰在不明白女生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想知道她的所有,&lt;br /&gt;我不想猜测...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前天...&lt;br /&gt;我去到她家...&lt;br /&gt;当时的她在烫衣&lt;br /&gt;她烫衣的模样就像~家庭主妇那般的勤劳...嘻嘻!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后我就静静的走进她的房间,坐在她的床上望着她&lt;br /&gt;她的脸像苦瓜般的苦...&lt;br /&gt;很心疼...!&lt;br /&gt;我就尝试问她发生什么事...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了几分钟...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她终于告诉我了...&lt;br /&gt;很开心...受承认了!!!!&lt;br /&gt;遗憾的是我帮不了她&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;也不懂如何安慰:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望她能看开点...&lt;br /&gt;凡事都有办法解决的,&lt;br /&gt;我们不能只单单看一面&lt;br /&gt;最终我还是在她身边说了一句"无论如何我都会支持你的"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她的心情还是保持闷闷不乐...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我的双眼在东张西望的时候,&lt;br /&gt;我发现了两页被剪过的报纸...&lt;br /&gt;我好奇...&lt;br /&gt;我在想这两页报纸有什么特别...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我拿起时,&lt;br /&gt;她就阻止了我&lt;br /&gt;我也不想她不开心然后顺从她的意识放回原位了...&lt;br /&gt;我真得很想很想知道!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咳~~&lt;br /&gt;还是算了吧...&lt;br /&gt;每个人有自己的私人空间...&lt;br /&gt;"My life is brilliant&lt;br /&gt; My love is pure&lt;br /&gt; I saw an angel&lt;br /&gt; Of that Im sure"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644498456877296654-6223449513555052170?l=kamychua1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamychua1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6223449513555052170/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5644498456877296654&amp;postID=6223449513555052170' title='2 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644498456877296654/posts/default/6223449513555052170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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