<?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-3330809437345810224</id><updated>2012-01-01T05:02:12.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side Of Me                         另一个看不见的我</title><subtitle type='html'>每个人在生活中，都会遇上迷惘的时候，不知怎样去选择，不懂如何面对问题，面对自己，所以要抛开自己俗世的眼光，拿掉你的面具，用最深处的自己去认识世界，只有这样才可以解开对自己的枷锁来认识自己</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3105789006224922102</id><published>2011-12-31T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T05:02:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Mr&amp;Mrs 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Step Into 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在2011年最后的一天，本来想留在家裡跨年但却被好友拉去和一帮小学同学们一起庆祝，回家后就一个人独自在家外面的沙滩上默默看着天空。让我想起了某套电影说过一句：「当你想念谁时，就看看星星，也许你想念的人也在看，也会体会到你的心意。」 呵呵呵~都不知道是不是真的…从2011跨越崭新的2012，坚持怀抱的梦想，将远扬到最远最远的天末然后一笔一划的写下属于自己的故事:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是最重要的是在这2012新的一年里，我向宇宙发出很强很强的祈求： 今年我一定要超级认真的为我自己想想，做什么要做到最好，玩什么要玩得尽兴，想疼谁就立刻去疼，因为我的时间不多了所以说有什么想做的就要马上去做！让我撑到我走的那一刻…希望认识我的朋友们也一样，真的祝福大家：无限超越自己！ (◠‿◠)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkwCcwZ51vY/Tv75Yqn4fSI/AAAAAAAABGY/1dn2OJtk1gQ/s1600/377417_307171829304414_288692067819057_1081631_1941654900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkwCcwZ51vY/Tv75Yqn4fSI/AAAAAAAABGY/1dn2OJtk1gQ/s400/377417_307171829304414_288692067819057_1081631_1941654900_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692261181196631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-3105789006224922102?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3105789006224922102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3105789006224922102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3105789006224922102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3105789006224922102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye-mr-2011.html' title='Good Bye Mr&amp;Mrs 2011'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkwCcwZ51vY/Tv75Yqn4fSI/AAAAAAAABGY/1dn2OJtk1gQ/s72-c/377417_307171829304414_288692067819057_1081631_1941654900_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4133966611465529341</id><published>2011-10-19T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:24:06.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>『真情实感』</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;10月18号，晚上7点10分  刚放工就拖着疲惫饥饿的身体赶到教会里去开营会的检讨会，带着一个挣扎的心到了里面，看到大家的脸色，已知道将会受到奇耻大辱，却带着微笑面对大家。检讨 当中，我感觉好像大家在找我当替罪羊！弯地说我像罪魁祸首那样，真是不好受。  当然，大家都说是对事不对人，但是还是会感受到被批评是一种耻辱，或许那也是爱的另一种表达方式。但是，爱的方式各不相同，为什么大家都不能用爱心来彼此 鼓励呢？比如说这是我们的第一次举办，回应不是很客观，但是需要大家继续努力的加油下一次的活动，不要放弃。有时候你们的批评犹如利刃，意见也异常繁多， 但是当要选人家做什么的时候，你们却鸦雀无声静静地等待式的，不想做那个戴罪膏羊。我的表面或许若无其事，但我的内心却已伤痕累累。不是你们的批评而是你 们虚伪的行为…彼此相爱的心去了哪里？看来我还是习惯藏起伤口，默默一个人去承受所有…一次又一次的&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10点多回到家后，深 深埋在心里那份绝望，不想让别人看到，唯有在这网络里发泄自己的情绪。什么是做得好？而，什么是做得不好呢？其实这就像一个人的品味一样，是不相同的！  “你喜欢这双鞋，我讨厌这双鞋。他觉得这双鞋应该要怎样怎样…你我该骂他吗？“  也许我的逻辑不是大家都懂得…但我只是觉得“不要把什么都看得这么狭隘，多欣赏多鼓励少批评少论断”一定能减少更多冲突！如果我真犯了错，也希望别人委婉 以告，而不是当众直言指责。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;有很多时候因为工作忙而忽略了你们。在工人面前，他们都是听取我的意见，我说什么就做什么，从 来没有违抗的，我要采用谁的意见也是我的权力，不需通过工人的表决，而且也不会被人说自由主张。而且在老板面前我是个好工头，做任何事从来没让老板失望 过。可是在事奉上，一点都不简单，，因为你不能像工作那样行事了而是要服侍人群如主一般。每次朋友都问我“你的工作有压力吗？”，其实我的压力都是从事奉 而来的，我想我应该把事奉当成是工作了，每次都要调整下我的情绪和观念了。工作时穿上工头的严厉；放工后，卸下自高的态度；到教会时就戴上伪善的假面。在 同一天里，扮演着不同的角色。为什么不能做真实的我呢？坦诚，口直心快，毫无顾虑别人如何想法，也许是我口直心快，可能说话语气伤到了你们，对不起，但是 你们要知道我的为人，不是有恶意的，为什么就不能理解我？就因为我是青团主席？所以青团主席就应该这样那样？我还以为做了青团主席会有人扶持和鼓励，不必 担心哪里会做错而被当众指责因为在基督里确实彼此相爱和完完全全地合而为一。但是却和我想象的相反，所肩负的责任更大，一出错就全身中弹，出言不单就说绊 倒了别人，节目出乱就是我没监督好，怎么这一切会变成这样？到底是我的问题还是我真的没有那恩赐不适合做青团主席？可能做青团主席是真的要谈条件的，不是 谁都能做。很敬佩那些在其他教会作青团主席的人…可能他们也有他们的难处，但是我还是觉得我比较糟，呵呵呵~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我承认我做青 团主席不称职，说话的语气有些傲气，而且也没有什么经验，字体比较缭草，行为自大不够谦卑，从不否认错，不主动的关心别人，很常时候想到什么就说什么，凡 事都很少三思而行。所以很多时候，因为这样而得罪了你们，但是我们不是神的儿女吗？为什么我们不能彼此包容呢？互相扶持呢？想回当初为什么我会有那份感动 愿意做青团主席，这么不吃力讨好，没人要做而互相推卸的事情，我却委身自己做了下去，受了你们的气还坚持着，从没有想过辞职。这些都是因为我有颗爱主的 心，很多朋友都说我是傻子，那么卖力在教会里却被契友们排斥，不如和他们一起在教会外娱乐玩耍。但是我心里知道  “忍受试探的人是有福的，因为他经过试验以后，必得生命的冠冕，这是神应许给那些爱祂之人。”雅各书1：12。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;『&lt;span&gt;假如你放弃是因为其他人批评你，那是工作。假如你不理会别人的批评仍继续服事，那是事奉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;假如你内心充满不安和批评，那是工作； 但如果你不论在何境况，仍能谦和安稳，那必是事奉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;』&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;每次我遇到困难时，我都是靠着这经文&lt;/span&gt;坚持着，&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“你们所遇见的试探，无非是人所能受的。神是信实的，必不叫你们受试探过于所能受的。在受试探的时候，总要给你们开一条出路，叫你们能忍受得往。”林前10：13。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;人 的罪过，有的是蓄意的，有的是无心的。但对受害人来说，无论是蓄意还是无心的，一样叫他受损害。因此，无心之过也应该受刑罚，好叫各人谨慎自己，不要在无 意中给人放下绊脚石。按摩西的律法，人若敞着井口，或挖井不设盖，以致牛驴掉在井里，井的主人要负赔偿的责任。这样做是要人事事小心，处处防备，不要在无 心之中损害了别人。主耶稣说：「绊倒人的事是免不了的，但那绊倒人的有祸了！」（太一八7）许多时候，人在无意中绊倒了人，连神的儿女们也是如此。有时说 话不小心，只贪一时痛快，随便说说，正像一个敞着的井，叫听的人掉在里面。有时做事只顾自己的利益，不为那软弱的弟兄设想，你做了倒没有什么，但那软弱的 弟兄却因着你的缘故而跌倒了！ （林前八9-13）保罗说：「食物若叫我弟兄跌倒，我就永远不吃肉，免得叫我弟兄跌倒了。」（林前八13）  挖井的时候设盖，做事之先要想想那事可能产生的后果，不要在无意中绊倒人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;希望我不会因为这些芝麻小事，而卸下我的责任&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。爱我的阿爸父上帝，&lt;/span&gt;求 您按照您的意愿引导您这憨傻愚昧的罪孩子，也求您体恤我的软弱及心怀意念，保守我爱您的心。在让我的言语上不绊倒软弱的他们，但也不被他们绊倒。我谦卑地 祈求您，请您赐福给我语言上的智慧、工作的胆量、计划的聪明和超强的记忆力，带领我将要走的路，不在乎到底是什么岗位也不理会别人的批评仍继续服事主，谢 谢主垂听悦纳我的祷告，乃是奉我主耶稣基督求的，阿门。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;写了这一篇发泄情绪的文章，post了一段自我叮咛的短片，希望我今晚能够可以睡好些，不要每次为了这些事而失眠…&lt;em&gt;请读者不要对号&lt;/em&gt;入坐，谢谢！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150410363601955&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4133966611465529341?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4133966611465529341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4133966611465529341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4133966611465529341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4133966611465529341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='『真情实感』'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-9112611737840114394</id><published>2011-07-24T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:24:11.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day we met was the best day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love is always a gamble, no one can guarantee anything, but I trust my own judgement and wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated this song to you, hope you like it o∩_∩o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5829326448499542" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5829326448499542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331177079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9B8DAB4337E9A93A979663D5A7A938B8DDFC7C5.42C799D25479375E46C527A979E6CE7447D748F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5829326448499542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWHU0zu5dYt78WH2kiof1DE_Sh4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5829326448499542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331177079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9B8DAB4337E9A93A979663D5A7A938B8DDFC7C5.42C799D25479375E46C527A979E6CE7447D748F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5829326448499542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWHU0zu5dYt78WH2kiof1DE_Sh4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you encounter any unpleasantness, you must let me know. My hotline is open to you 24/7, you can call me for help anytime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIykT7shHew/Tiwr48xtXBI/AAAAAAAABD0/q_86Nt7_z_s/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIykT7shHew/Tiwr48xtXBI/AAAAAAAABD0/q_86Nt7_z_s/s400/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632925491320937490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-9112611737840114394?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/9112611737840114394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=9112611737840114394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9112611737840114394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9112611737840114394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-we-met-was-best-day-of-my-life.html' title='The day we met was the best day of my life'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIykT7shHew/Tiwr48xtXBI/AAAAAAAABD0/q_86Nt7_z_s/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6561648691899084337</id><published>2011-04-08T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:46:07.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Journey Begins With A Step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Based on psychological study, a crush only lasts for a maximum of 4 months. If it exceeds, you are already in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f660d11a64ffad1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df660d11a64ffad1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331177079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3401147476DE732B9424F71E1C58DC3C4C4F9989.36B9F75D27E36A7A8E1E5A5822994701B4C5086D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df660d11a64ffad1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfDxq8vnn87YNVVj3WSmFnzWDORQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df660d11a64ffad1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331177079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3401147476DE732B9424F71E1C58DC3C4C4F9989.36B9F75D27E36A7A8E1E5A5822994701B4C5086D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df660d11a64ffad1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfDxq8vnn87YNVVj3WSmFnzWDORQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up even though we are 834 miles or 1,343 kilometers apart&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Y64zNNa-8/TZ6gqPJQ3bI/AAAAAAAABDo/vv-tUfBCPBc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Y64zNNa-8/TZ6gqPJQ3bI/AAAAAAAABDo/vv-tUfBCPBc/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593084434721070514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6561648691899084337?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6561648691899084337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6561648691899084337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6561648691899084337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6561648691899084337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-journey-begins-with-step.html' title='Every Journey Begins With A Step.'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Y64zNNa-8/TZ6gqPJQ3bI/AAAAAAAABDo/vv-tUfBCPBc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3907532492236487247</id><published>2010-12-23T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:42:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Gives And Takes Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/TRKoji5W5eI/AAAAAAAABDU/Y2fGKSVAlQ4/s1600/109997565_db34f9179b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/TRKoji5W5eI/AAAAAAAABDU/Y2fGKSVAlQ4/s400/109997565_db34f9179b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553686619117512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning I get up and put on a fake smile...but what if one morning I didn't? Would anyone notice? Many  things have changed in this 2010 year and I've lost along the way, because there is only  one rain cloud in the sky...and it's raining on me. Somehow I'm not  surprised. My pet was hit by motorcyclist this morning, I put off my fake smile and have no mood to work today....Applied sick leave and stay at home. I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the  pain...Teardrops  slowly fall from my eyes as I look to the sky, and I question how come life keeps passing me right on by.  I  just wonder why I can't escape, is this my fate?  To always be unhappy  and how much longer must I wait...I'm  not saying I have nothing.  I'm not saying I'm gone completely.  It's just sometimes it's all a bit too  much to handle.  Sometimes I feel like it's too much.  I'm not going to  do anything stupid because I know it will get  better, it has to right? Otherwise there wouldn't be anyone who would  live past their teenage years.  But for now, just  for now, it hurts. Behind my smile is a hurting heart.  Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the guy I am...isn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-3907532492236487247?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3907532492236487247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3907532492236487247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3907532492236487247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3907532492236487247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-gives-and-takes-away.html' title='He Gives And Takes Away'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/TRKoji5W5eI/AAAAAAAABDU/Y2fGKSVAlQ4/s72-c/109997565_db34f9179b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6905039764673724927</id><published>2010-04-30T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:29:30.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no ending to this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="list-style-position: inside; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 130, 155);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(182, 131, 159);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(174, 132, 162);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 134, 165);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(159, 135, 167);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(150, 138, 169);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(145, 139, 169);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(140, 142, 169);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 144, 169);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 147, 168);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 150, 166);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 153, 164);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 156, 161);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 160, 157);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 163, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 168, 148);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(131, 172, 144);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 177, 137);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(138, 181, 131);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(143, 186, 123);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(148, 190, 116);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(156, 196, 106);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;记住该记住的，忘记该忘记的。改变能改变的，接受不能改变的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 165, 165);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S9r2_iBVg1I/AAAAAAAABDE/6lV0ZIAHbRo/s1600/1+%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S9r2_iBVg1I/AAAAAAAABDE/6lV0ZIAHbRo/s400/1+%2827%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465952669092119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6905039764673724927?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6905039764673724927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6905039764673724927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6905039764673724927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6905039764673724927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2010/04/endless-sighs.html' title='Endless Sighs'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S9r2_iBVg1I/AAAAAAAABDE/6lV0ZIAHbRo/s72-c/1+%2827%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8099224468263483432</id><published>2010-03-28T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:43:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;宁愿在别人的家乡工作发展也不要在自己的家乡工作发展&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我想回家”、“我好想念妈妈烧的菜”、“我好想念爸妈、阿公、阿婆、好朋友、旧同学”、“我好想念吃这个那个”、“我好想念……”，这些都是在外地谋生或读书的青年们，每当接近过年过节或学校假期时的心声；也是身为青年人曾经历过那些事的我常常听见亲人、同学、朋友所说的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会忍不住要说：“想回家不就回啰！想家的话就别离家呀！”，可是许多出门在外的朋友们，听在耳里很不是滋味；心里更觉得那是一个遥不可及的梦想。为什么呢？难道“回家”和“不离开家”有那么难吗？回来自己的家乡工作、发展和升学不就可以了吗？中学生无奈离乡背井出外升学，读好了又不要回去...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;青年人的答案却是非常无奈的“不可以！不可能！”。因为自己的家乡没有足够的就业机会，也没有适合高学历背景的职位需求，而且自己的家乡更没有许多（一所也没有）有水准且受国际广泛承认的College/University。因此，青年人一旦中学毕业就无可奈何地不得不离乡背井到外地去求学或去外地找工作机会，学成毕业后往往就留在外地工作和发展了。每当接近大节日或假期时，想回家与父母亲、家人相聚以及想吃一吃想念已久的美食时，却又发现机票价格贵得惊人；过年或放假时更是一票难求，回家比出国旅行还要贵；回家的机票比出国的机票还要难买到。我们怎么会这么可怜，沦落到如此的地步呢？难道我们是被逼外地求学工作？不能为我们自己的家乡出份力，为人民谋褔利而不是口口声声说自己的家乡的不是...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你们睁大眼睛看一看，自己的家乡是不是山芭小镇或穷乡僻壤？令你们觉得不好意思所以不想回家工作和发展？贵得要命却慢得像乌龟的网际网络服务(DSL/Broadband )所以不想回家工作和发展？马路太烂，一个洞一个洞的所以不想回家工作和发展？政府的腐败所以不想回家工作和发展？每逄过年过节时，都会车满为患、人山人海，可是在平时却给人感觉空荡了许多；许多青年人都到外地谋生，甚至迁居到它地如：古晋、美里、沙巴、西马、新加坡、澳洲及世界各地去了，只有在过年节时，才回家探望爹娘。为什么青年人需要跋山涉水去其他人生地不熟的异乡去讨生活。若果说青年人没有本事在自己家乡土地上发展，但我们却时常听到某某人在世界各地各个领域都有着非凡的成就，那又是怎么一回事呢？究竟是他们不适合自己的家乡，还是他们的家乡遗弃了他们呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在外地甚至外国，时有所闻来自某某自己家乡的企业家、名医、教授、学者、科学家、音乐家、舞蹈家……等等，难道自己的家乡已经没有让这许许多多人才留下发展的空间了吗？想想也对！我们就不能为我们的家乡或国家付出或一起建立起来吗？一定要出外才的出人头地吗？你们看到听到了吗？我们都热爱着我们的故乡、我们的家。然而，每当我们想到生活的无奈时，我们也感到无可奈何。甚至有人还移民去别的国家去，在别人的国家享受而忘了自己的故乡...我们每次都是觉得别人地方的月亮特别圆，不想待在自己的地方享受月亮，难道我们人就是那么软弱吗？你们的“期望”已变成了“绝望”...宁愿在别人的家乡工作发展也不要面对事实，建立自己的家乡。醒一醒吧！乘着你们还在位时，好好展现你们要发展自己的家乡的决心吧。建立一个真正属于自己的目标；而建立一个“引以为傲的你”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8099224468263483432?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8099224468263483432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8099224468263483432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8099224468263483432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8099224468263483432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-thought-3.html' title='My Thought 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3989334578339332783</id><published>2010-02-28T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:26:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would Like to Experience The Different Kind of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;第一次做鸭的经验&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4qHt4Fxg-I/AAAAAAAABC8/OLkK5Of4_OQ/s1600-h/Gigolo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4qHt4Fxg-I/AAAAAAAABC8/OLkK5Of4_OQ/s400/Gigolo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443312321851130850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我这样的男人是不应该做鸭的。因为我长的不是很帅气，身高也没有太大的优势，脸上没有弹坑一样的沧桑感，没有成熟男人的气质。更不是那种让女人一见到就有安全感的男人...但是我想，既然女人可以做鸡，男人为什么不可以做鸭呢？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4qHauEV83I/AAAAAAAABC0/njncY9FefuE/s1600-h/Gigolo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4qHauEV83I/AAAAAAAABC0/njncY9FefuE/s320/Gigolo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443311992743261042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;并不是生活的窘迫使我去做鸭的，而是我想体验一下别样的生活，为自己的生命增加一点新的体会，于是在今天下午，到了我熟悉又陌生的地方，经过Auntie老板的热情介绍，我终于找到了合适的对象。她一个人静静地呆在角落里，皮肤很白皙，应该是南方来的吧~细长的脖子，大腿很漂亮 ,看上去很丰满，很有弹性 @_@ 我觉得很满意，毕竟第一次做鸭要找个好一点，不能随便就把自己奉献出去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她刚好是我心里合适的一种类型，我很快就和老板谈好价钱，直接就把她带回了家。她赤条条地侧躺在那里，丝毫没有半点羞愧，我想她应该不是第一次了，她被扒光了的身体比我想象中更健美雪白的胸脯，弹性的大腿我本能的反应出天性的食欲。情不自禁的咽下了口水，我是第一次面对这种事情，真的不知道如何做。轻轻把她的两腿分开，一手轻轻的按着她的大腿一手抚摩她的小腹，她似乎不是很有快感，显得很冷淡我机械的重复着动作，心里很焦急审视良久，依然不得要领。于是把她轻轻的翻过来，平躺着身体；用手指伸入她下面的洞里里面空空的，有点干涩...却没有想象中的那么湿润，手指进入都这么困难，可我并没摸到想象里的东西因为别人肯定掏过她下面很多次，肚子里面掏得很干净，内脏、肠子之类的东西都掏掉了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我是第一次做鸭，没有经验，实在没有办法，我拿出了食谱按照上面的方法还有我妈的指导下把它整个放进锅里，放入少许调料，一些热水。30 分钟以后，熟了，真香！！没想到我第一次做鸭就这么好吃，吃了后，我高高兴兴就来上网了 =P 元宵节快乐~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-3989334578339332783?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3989334578339332783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3989334578339332783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3989334578339332783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3989334578339332783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-like-to-experience-different-kind.html' title='Would Like to Experience The Different Kind of Life'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4qHt4Fxg-I/AAAAAAAABC8/OLkK5Of4_OQ/s72-c/Gigolo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-682659061680125330</id><published>2010-02-23T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:06:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After University's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start seeking job but don't know where should I apply to....Labuan? Sabah? Sarawak? KL? Singapore? Oversea? I have no Idea...Only God know my future @_@ Yea, this is my life...Looking for job and life partner after my University life. 但是，感谢主让我领悟到几件事...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4OaMYq4ZJI/AAAAAAAABCk/W7eG2NWbd-w/s1600-h/graduateblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4OaMYq4ZJI/AAAAAAAABCk/W7eG2NWbd-w/s400/graduateblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441362312365106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，两个天天在一起的人不一定是朋友，有可能什么都不是。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，从来不要和别人争论什么，因为那是没有结果 的，无论谁对谁错。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，手机是有事的时候用的，并不是为了交流感情。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，真心对一个人好不一定有回 报，而你忽略的人往往有可能是最重视你的。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，很多东西是可遇而不可求的，很多东西你只能拥有一次。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才 知道，恋爱不一定是真心的，有可能是利益关系，有可能是攀比心理。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，原来中学老师教的是那么好，那么负责任。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，很多时候自己遇到不开心事，千万不要渴望别人同情，大多数人会采取冷漠回敬的。那样会更让人家看不起。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完完了大学才知道，有 很多东西是不属于你的，你使劲强求会遭天遣的。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，生活是有很多不公平的，你一定要正视，相信实力和群众的眼睛。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，人的性格可以差异到如此之大。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，一个人要自己对自己好，因为真正关心你的人很少，有了事他们也不一定会在你 身边。所以要自己照顾自己。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，课程会在你不经意间，拉下很多，期末考试前不一定能补回来。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，钱 用的是那么快，用钱的地方是那么多。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，从现在开始应该把握每一个你能把握的人，放弃你留不住的人，不要因为想留住个别人而失 去一群人。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，自己一定在乎自己的自尊，因为你的自尊在别人眼里根本不算什么。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，不要心情不好的 时候对周围人发脾气，渴望他们谅解你，人家不是你的父母，现在你可以明白父母对自己多么重要。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道。即便有人对情感看的无所谓， 你一定要坚信，人之间的感情，有可能会令所有东西无法超越的，但记住，只是有可能。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，会遇到许多自己看不惯的人或事，但那与 你无关，别人爱咋整随他便，别生不该生的气，不值。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，许多曾经的人会变的让你认不出，但请留住回忆。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学 才知道，会遇到很多诱惑，无论别人怎么样，你是你，你有你的原则和底限。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，会有人很讨厌你或者和你过不去，但是他爱怎么样就 怎么样，我们要大度，不和小人计较，但前提是你正确。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，很多人无法理解男女之间的朋友关系，在一起就一定是恋人，不是恋人就 一定不能在一起。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，学习要刻苦，因为凭聪明就能应付大学科目的人是风毛翎角。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，原来时间一空闲 下来是那么无聊，丝毫没有中学的充实的感觉。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，太在乎别人了往往会伤害自己。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，对自己好的人会 随着时间的流逝越来越少。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，可以不把所有人当朋友，但千万不能把一个人当敌人，至少可以当同学。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知 道，玩你能玩的起的，玩不起的千万别玩，不然会输的什么都没有的。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，快乐常常来自回忆，而痛苦常常来自于回忆与现实的差距。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，原来上课，吃饭，上自习常常得自己一个人。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，有很多人的想法与做法你无法理解，或是根本不知道他在想什么， 千万别在那揣摩或者瞎猜，那样会让自己累，既然人家要保持神秘感那就让人家保持去啊，自己又不是占星师。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，每个人都是带有 “地方特色”的。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大学才知道，别人请客吃饭或着自己请别人吃饭都是很平常的，甚至请一个不怎么熟的人都是有可能的&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;上完了大 学才知道，每个人都是认为自己的家乡最好，无论他的家乡贫穷或富裕。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Life'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4OaMYq4ZJI/AAAAAAAABCk/W7eG2NWbd-w/s72-c/graduateblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4955417585984142775</id><published>2010-02-13T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:03:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For What You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;男人想的、女人要的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人是水做的，大家同不同意！当然我也同意！因为当一个男人开创事业、难免身心受创，她总会以柔情似水般的心来温暖你、鼓励你！当事业正在冲刺、汗流浃背时，她马上为您递上一条手帕（毛巾）为您擦去汗水，她更像一杯冰凉的汽水，喔！无时无刻为你消暑打气！当事业稳健了、然而你却意气风发的变得不可一世，她会化身为一桶冷水，淋醒你，（唉呀！你这个死老头，都忘了当初穷得连内裤破了都买不起，还得老娘我回家偷我老爸的内裤给你穿，现在有几个钱、就得意忘形了！）因此有好多的男人啊，都需要有像这样的一位好女人，来为他做为精神上的后盾，耶！有的男人一个还不够，暗地里还偷藏了几个呢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一般“正常”人认为，男人的眼光中的好女人，不但要长得美若天仙、身材还要玲珑有致，如丰满的胸部、细细的小蛮腰、圆润结实的臀部！在个性方面还得；温柔体贴、善解人意、带得出厅堂、进得了厨房！比如林志玲般的美貌及身材，加上阿基师般的好厨艺，各位！是不是都很希望成为或拥有这样的好太太呀！这表示各位都“很正常”！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也证实了男人们千古以来不变的心态，就是“不论是好蛤蟆、或者是癞蛤蟆，大家都想吃天鹅肉啦！请问各位，认为自己或自己的太太是个好女人的请举手！恭喜这几位，让我们给自己热烈的赞许的掌声！认为自己或自己的太太真不是个好女人的请举手！哇，这么多人举手啊？举手的女士们，是不是因为还没遇到像我这般体贴温柔、又懂得疼惜老婆的好男人呢！这几位举手男士们，唉！就让我为您的不幸，回家后默哀3分钟！那么这些都不敢表示意见的男士们？该不会是嫂夫人就坐在这哩面吧！那当然不是啰！是因为“情人眼中出西施”对吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我告诉各位，小弟心目中的西施是如何？我觉得会打理家庭、懂得抓住我的胃、会撒娇、还有可以风情万种的让我感觉到每晚都是和不同的女人同床共枕，这就是我心目中的西施了！男仕们，当您辛勤工作了一天回家后，开门的第一眼，看见家是那样的整整齐齐，任何的摆饰都是你俩爱的回忆，一踏进门就很有家的感觉，此时的你只想整个人往沙发上一摊，喔！深深的吸一口属于家空气，还没上桌就闻到香喷喷的菜肴，勾引着你、还没洗手！就想先用手偷吃一口的冲动（唉呦！怎么这么咸，盐是不要钱的哟！），一上饭桌，她马上的会为你盛饭、夹菜，还问你（老公！今天的菜好不好吃啊；喔！好吃、好吃、非常好吃！老公真的那么好吃，那就把菜吃光光，喔！天ㄚ！这真是甜蜜的负担ㄚ，不信看我的身材就知道，因为我天天都在说谎话）！饭后不论看报、看电视！她会如同温柔的小猫咪般，依偎在你身旁，有时候他还真的学猫叫，猫、喵、喵…，边叫还边用指尖轻轻抓着你圆圆的肚皮，让你的心头感觉如小鹿乱撞，男仕们！当你拥有了这样的女人，别说是下了班，就连上班时，您都想偷偷的摸回家！就算是你中了大乐透十亿元、也都愿意全部交给她！只要她向你撒一撒娇、（老公我要和你生100个小孩），即使你吓到两腿软，你也会很乐意的大声的说，说什么；我愿意！再说一次；我愿意！反正又不是要你们生对不对！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以女仕们！如何避免你的男人在外面包二奶、又可以让他心甘情愿将全部的钱给交出来；只要懂得运用“撒撒娇”、又何必勤练降夫18招呢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但男人不坏、女人怎么会爱呢！有时候善意谎言也可以增进夫妻的感情哟！比如年终奖金发12万，那当然只能向她报2万啊！不然结婚纪念日及老婆生日怎么办！所以男士们；只要懂得运用“哄哄她”保证你每日过得哇…哈！哈！第2次，笑到噎到，Happy Chinese New Year各位！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4955417585984142775?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7526048220534437740</id><published>2010-02-07T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:47:24.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;半年时间没有写下任何东西，我将全部的时间投入我执着的功课和学业，我将所有的私事放入一边，忘了无数个朋友的生日，忘记去停下脚步欣赏周围的一切，转眼间我快23岁了。22岁的这一年我用自己的手想去实现了自己一个个梦想，要向所有人证明了自己的价值但是不知道是不是老天的特意安排...打乱了一切的美好，想拥有一位女友都不能，都不知道要等到什么时候。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4OVbvGC5hI/AAAAAAAABCc/PcnZB9ZEclw/s1600-h/3964012097016943929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/S4OVbvGC5hI/AAAAAAAABCc/PcnZB9ZEclw/s400/3964012097016943929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441357078524519954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“ 有对象了吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“没。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“为什么？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“没合适的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你太挑了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我没挑。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“再不找就晚了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我不急。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不急能行吗？你多大了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“二十五。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哎呀，再不找好男人/女人就没了。 ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“？？？？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样的对话，相信很多未婚男女性都经历过，不可否认，人家是好意，是关心你的。但是，你已经不胜其烦了，是不是？男/女孩子年纪越大，对男/女人，对社会，对自己就多了 一些了解，考虑的事情就多了，所以就不好找男/女朋友了。就这样，我想要找另一半都难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近慵懒步伐走在空旷的马路边时，常常怀念17岁的感觉，那个时候的心好纯净，抱有太多美丽的梦和幻想，尽管更多的时候是安逸的平静的。但压力，总是偶尔从内心深处跑出来，会短暂的窒息，常常会加倍释放自己的这种压力....走在空旷的马路边...感觉好寒，越来越怕冷了。孤独也一样，越长大越孤单....是因为老了才感觉孤独吗?也越来越不坚定。立场常常会动摇，原则不知道了，妥协更多了.....现在的我在别人眼里是什么样子的呢？爱情又是什么样子的呢...生活从来不会给你答案，而我总是在摸索中遍体鳞伤。当然我得承认，这是个年纪有点大的老式空调。老实说我总是会特别得想要个女友然后结婚...这样就不再活在一个人的生活里了。但是每次想得这么完美，都是不可能实现的，就这样一天过一天，唯有顺着主为我预备好的路走就是了。呵呵呵~依然是这么会给自己找借口。依然是这么懒散的孩子气。我很喜欢这样的我...不用去想我的明天...可我是个需要婚姻需要安定需要房子需要车子的那个世俗的愤世男人，不能够这样子...其实我一点都不想长大...我必须强迫自己要做这样的一个我.虽然这个我是我自己都不喜欢的样子.....偶尔会希望生活可以一直这样平静下去...平静的让我忘记曾经的繁华...安然的享受所能拥有的小小的幸福。呵呵呵~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我刚从亚庇(Kota Kinabalu, Sabah)回来，好怀念那里的日子，朋友的关爱和热情都还在我的脑海里流动着...虽然不知会不会在那里发展但还是只有把一切都交托于主，因为在主里凡事都能。在亚庇的时候，发现自己有太多的事要做，原来我得到那么多。失去那么多的我...再一次决定要去做一件事的时候，仍然可以做的很好。我领悟到很多东西在神恩堂里的事工研讨会，尤其是Do not pray for easy life, Pray to be strong。这就是我所要的，我知道我是个软弱的人，时时忘了检讨自己，但是主却在我新的一年里大大得充满我，让我找回了我的方向...“正因着缘故，你们要分外地殷勤；有了信心，又要加上德行；有了德行，又要加上知识；有了知识，又要加上节制；有了节制，又要加上忍耐；有了忍耐，又要加上虔敬；有了虔敬，又要加上爱迪雄姐妹的心；有了爱弟兄姐妹的心，又要加上爱众人的心；你们若充充足足的与这几样，就必使你们在认识我们的主耶稣基督上不至于闲懒不结果子了。” （彼得后书1:5-8）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7526048220534437740?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7526048220534437740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7526048220534437740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7526048220534437740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;POWER OF MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Adam Khoo - Singapore's youngest millionaire at 26 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to  visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand and Suzhou (China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL and looked rather shocked. He asked, "How come a millionaire like you is traveling economy?"  My reply was, "That's why I am a millionaire." He still looked pretty confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth (which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self-Made Millionaires'). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so many people never become rich because the moment that earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of value. That is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife and 2 kids, mother in law,  2 maids etc. to support).  Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if! they are lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I joined the YEO(Young Entrepreneur's Orgn)a few years back (YEO is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me.  Many of them with net worth well over $5m, travelled economy class and some even drove Toyota's and Nissans, not Audis, Mercs, BMWs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my rich dad foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewelery or sitting first class.  Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy. I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what makes me happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning ! so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this blog is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be it teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money that comes is only a by-product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a life of meaninglessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5574070932485146715?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5574070932485146715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5574070932485146715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5574070932485146715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5574070932485146715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5319415200969972898</id><published>2009-09-28T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:24:19.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Types Of Husband, Different Types Of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;两种老公 两种人生‏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:她：“老公。帮我接杯水呗。”&lt;br /&gt;他：“石头剪子布。谁输了谁去。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“算了。我自己去吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:他们坐在一起看韩剧。她起身。他问“干吗去？”&lt;br /&gt;她：“去接杯水。”&lt;br /&gt;他：“你坐这看吧。我去给你接。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人多可怜。她对男人唯一的要求就是“疼她”。你可以什么都没有。只要你疼她。她就有足够的勇气把自己的下半辈子交给你。&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:他晚上下班。给她打电话“宝贝儿。我晚上和朋友出去吃饭。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“你不是答应我陪我逛街的吗？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“改天吧！”&lt;br /&gt;她默默地流泪。为什么每次都是这样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:他下班的时候打电话给她:“亲爱的。别人给我一张奥运会的票。巴西队啊！一会儿我去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看球了啊。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“哦。这样啊。好吧。”&lt;br /&gt;他：“怎么不高兴了？”&lt;br /&gt;她：“你忘了。上周说好今天我朋友和她男朋友请我俩吃饭啊。”&lt;br /&gt;他：“哎呀。对不起亲爱的。我忘记了。那我把票给别人吧。我陪你去吃饭。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“不要了。吃饭可以改天。或者你先去看。我们等你。”&lt;br /&gt;他：“那不行。答应你的事情必须得做到。再说你自己跟他俩在一起像电灯泡似的。你肯定不舒服啊”&lt;br /&gt;她：“没事……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没等她说完。他很强势的告诉她“好了。听我的。你收拾一下。我一会儿去接你。”&lt;br /&gt;其实女人不是不懂事。只是。她需要碰上一个懂事的男人。其实。情侣之间。是可以互相的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:他：“我晚上出去吃饭了啊。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“几点回家？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“九点之前肯定回家。”&lt;br /&gt;九点半，她：“你怎么还不回来啊？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“十点。肯定回家。”&lt;br /&gt;十一点。十二点。一点。两点……&lt;br /&gt;后来。她不再打电话催他。因为她知道。对于不守承诺的男人。一切“肯定”都是“未必”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:他：“我晚上出去吃饭。九点之前肯定结束。然后我俩去看电影。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“你能那么快就结束吗？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“放心吧。我答应你了就一定能！”&lt;br /&gt;快到九点的时候。他：“收拾一下吧。我马上就到你家了”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信任。是在一件一件小事中建立起来的。&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:她生理期。身体不舒服。顶着疼痛洗衣服。收拾屋子。&lt;br /&gt;他坐在电脑前面玩网络游戏。&lt;br /&gt;她干完活。躺在床上。长出了一口气。&lt;br /&gt;他看了她一眼：“宝贝儿。辛苦了！”然后转过头。继续玩他的游戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:她生理期。很难受。起身准备洗衣服。&lt;br /&gt;他拽住她：“你去床上躺着。我来！”&lt;br /&gt;她：“你会做家务吗？你自己洗过衣服吗？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“不会做可以学着做啊。以后你身体不舒服的时候。我当然得独挡一面！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人需要的不只是甜言蜜语。哄她几句。她也许会给你一个微笑。但是实实在在的呵护。她会对你一辈子的感恩。并且会回报给你一个温暖的家。&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;A:她给他拿了一包榛子。然后她去洗衣服。&lt;br /&gt;回来的时候。榛子已经被他吃得所剩无几。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:她拿给他一包榛子。然后自己去收拾屋子。&lt;br /&gt;回来的时候。她看见电脑前面放了一堆剥好的榛子仁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人很感性。她炫耀你对她的体贴。就好像炫耀克拉钻一样。这么廉价的买卖。用一点心思就能收获无比的财富。&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:他说：“你是最好的。”&lt;br /&gt;她问：“我哪好？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“学历高。能力强。长得漂亮。对我又这么好。”&lt;br /&gt;她笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:他：“你是我所遇到最好的女孩儿。”&lt;br /&gt;她：“我哪好？”&lt;br /&gt;他：“你对身边的每个人都很友善。很无私。对人对生活总是很感恩。一个人有一颗善良的心。会让周围的人感觉到温暖。你是我见过最善良的女孩儿。伤害你的人都应该下地  狱！”&lt;br /&gt;她哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人。是因为你对他好。所以觉得你好。&lt;br /&gt;一个人。是因为懂得你的好。所以想要对你好。&lt;br /&gt;幸福的恋人。首先应该是一对彼此欣赏的知己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5319415200969972898?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5319415200969972898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1122576475344531924</id><published>2009-09-23T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:58:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of Views</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Girls Can't Understand???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩要体贴&lt;br /&gt;男孩不能哭&lt;br /&gt;男孩要懂， &lt;br /&gt;锐利的话刺伤男孩的心后&lt;br /&gt;还要笑着回应，因为女孩耍脾气&lt;br /&gt;所以男孩该要忍耐你们的脾气&lt;br /&gt;男孩该要会懂得赞美你即使心情糟透&lt;br /&gt;男孩该要懂得倾听妳纵使心事重重&lt;br /&gt;男孩要双手战战兢兢的呵护妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩要懂妳的口是心非&lt;br /&gt;男孩要懂妳的沉默&lt;br /&gt;男孩要懂妳的骄傲和矜持&lt;br /&gt;男孩要忍受妳的狠毒&lt;br /&gt;男孩要忍受妳的叫骂&lt;br /&gt;男孩要打开心，用力听妳责骂背后的涵义和妳的心&lt;br /&gt;男孩该要全心全力的付出，纵使妳眼光还向着前方&lt;br /&gt;男孩该张开双臂，即使妳们头也不回&lt;br /&gt;男孩要天天费尽心思， &lt;br /&gt;想办法天天都有惊奇给妳&lt;br /&gt;男孩要想破头，迎合妳的喜好&lt;br /&gt;每天不同的餐厅，安排不同的约会地点&lt;br /&gt;安排不同的表演好搏妳一笑&lt;br /&gt;男孩要温柔的让妳依靠着哭泣&lt;br /&gt;男孩要体谅妳的任性&lt;br /&gt;男孩要有无止境的耐性&lt;br /&gt;男孩该没有自尊&lt;br /&gt;男孩该挡下这片天&lt;br /&gt;男孩该挡住风雨&lt;br /&gt;男孩不该让妳们担心&lt;br /&gt;男孩不该喊累喊辛苦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们懂吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许身高高了些&lt;br /&gt;肌肉多了些&lt;br /&gt;声音低沉了些&lt;br /&gt;不代表就是劣等生物&lt;br /&gt;也不代表没有心&lt;br /&gt;没有情绪，可以忍受这些&lt;br /&gt;这些东西是要彼此尊重的共识&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩只会在妳面前耍性子&lt;br /&gt;因为妳是他最亲近的人&lt;br /&gt;男孩只会在妳眼前红了眼眶&lt;br /&gt;因为这个社会教育男孩不能哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么妳们不会出言相慰&lt;br /&gt;为什么妳们会觉得恶心? &lt;br /&gt;楚楚动人的双眼才可以流泪吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要我们细心体会妳们的一切&lt;br /&gt;而妳们给我们的是什么? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们一再徘回飘荡在妳们心口时&lt;br /&gt;一次次哀求苦求跪求&lt;br /&gt;期望能够知道妳们水晶做的心里头&lt;br /&gt;装的是什么&lt;br /&gt;妳们就给冷战&lt;br /&gt;冷言冷语&lt;br /&gt;还有沉默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么要沉默? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们认为妳们水汪汪的大眼、呼吸时胸口的起伏&lt;br /&gt;就说尽妳们心理想说的事情&lt;br /&gt;就说尽妳们的心情&lt;br /&gt;我们&lt;br /&gt;就可以知道&lt;br /&gt;妳们只是耍脾气&lt;br /&gt;妳们口是心非&lt;br /&gt;妳们想要的是拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么为什么要轻启战端呢? &lt;br /&gt;因为妳们自以为的在妳们沉默下&lt;br /&gt;认为我们都该懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们懂我们了吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们心事重重的时候&lt;br /&gt;能不能够换我们说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;疲倦的时候&lt;br /&gt;能不能也让我们靠靠娇小的肩膀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候是不是也能主动表达一些什么&lt;br /&gt;不只是让我们觉得自己一头热&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别只让我们听到&lt;br /&gt;该细心&lt;br /&gt;该贴心&lt;br /&gt;该这样&lt;br /&gt;该那样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们也有情绪崩溃的一天，一发不可收拾&lt;br /&gt;我们也有心灵萎靡的窘境&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我们天性的自以为&lt;br /&gt;只有在妳面前有权力可以拨开伪善的躯壳&lt;br /&gt;只有在妳面前可以卸下虚假名叫坚强的面具&lt;br /&gt;只有在妳面前才有勇气露出沾满泪滴的脸庞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳不知道&lt;br /&gt;很多的争吵&lt;br /&gt;很多的冷战&lt;br /&gt;只要妳们向前一步&lt;br /&gt;对男孩说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂， &lt;br /&gt;你对我所做的我都懂&lt;br /&gt;妳对我的爱我看到了&lt;br /&gt;我爱你&lt;br /&gt;你真的为我而好辛苦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们知道&lt;br /&gt;这一句话对男孩的鼓励有多大吗&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;看到他为你精疲力尽的时候&lt;br /&gt;妳只会默默的享受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他面对妳们不敞开心胸谈谈&lt;br /&gt;甚至沉默时多么的手足无措&lt;br /&gt;妳们知道吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当面对那么多的沉默后&lt;br /&gt;还要面对妳们批评不细心&lt;br /&gt;不懂妳们&lt;br /&gt;就对他发火&lt;br /&gt;对他任性&lt;br /&gt;对他咆哮&lt;br /&gt;恶言相向&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们不细心的体会我们&lt;br /&gt;为什么却要求我们做到如此的高规格? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么有空的时候&lt;br /&gt;不陪陪很爱妳的男朋友&lt;br /&gt;反而陪其他男生&lt;br /&gt;口中说”我们没什么” &lt;br /&gt;能不能够知道我们也会吃醋? &lt;br /&gt;为了妳们，其他女性朋友都很少再连络&lt;br /&gt;只怕让妳们受伤&lt;br /&gt;妳们知道吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩子有女孩子谈心的时候&lt;br /&gt;为什么就没办法和男朋友? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么男孩问妳有没有心事&lt;br /&gt;有没有什么要说的时候&lt;br /&gt;都说没有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到分手那一天就头也不回的走了&lt;br /&gt;不然就爆出一堆平常打死也不说的奇怪理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么要暗地里扣分呢? &lt;br /&gt;为什么要觉得我们不在意妳们呢? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉默沉默沉默&lt;br /&gt;脾气脾气脾气&lt;br /&gt;自私自私自私&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么总要到分手才能让我们&lt;br /&gt;认识真正的妳们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么觉得妳们有真心过? &lt;br /&gt;在蜜月期真心谁不会? &lt;br /&gt;为什么不能一起度過难关&lt;br /&gt;为什么不能一起携手面对各样的挑战&lt;br /&gt;为什么总说下一个会更好&lt;br /&gt;为什么总认为不是我的就不会是我的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对考验才是淬炼妳的爱情&lt;br /&gt;精酿妳的成熟&lt;br /&gt;没学会真爱，不断的轮回&lt;br /&gt;一直换男朋友仍旧只找到空虚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩只要个说法&lt;br /&gt;只要个确定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么叫作”做的很绝”? &lt;br /&gt;你们觉得说明了叫作做的很绝&lt;br /&gt;所以选择沉默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而当妳们转身离去&lt;br /&gt;或者狠心拒绝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们看不到妳们脆弱用水晶制作一碰就碎的心&lt;br /&gt;只看到冷冰冰血红色的刽子手&lt;br /&gt;一刀一刀&lt;br /&gt;一次一次&lt;br /&gt;毫不留情&lt;br /&gt;再再的让我们淌血&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们舔着刀上的血&lt;br /&gt;彼此说&lt;br /&gt;好啊，就是要这样做阿&lt;br /&gt;本来就该这样对待他阿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们跪着、低姿态的、没尊严的&lt;br /&gt;求着妳们不要离去&lt;br /&gt;电话里面说，MSN上说&lt;br /&gt;简讯里也说&lt;br /&gt;网志上也打&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们就不接电话&lt;br /&gt;不回简讯&lt;br /&gt;封锁MSN &lt;br /&gt;假装没看到留言和新文章&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时候妳们的心， &lt;br /&gt;真的是铁做的，灌了水泥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无情的像没有心肝&lt;br /&gt;卸下妳们的自以为&lt;br /&gt;卸下妳们的”觉得男孩的理应如此” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给我们一点点的体贴&lt;br /&gt;一点点的细心&lt;br /&gt;而不是只给叫我们要对妳们要细心要体贴&lt;br /&gt;其实妳们给的真的很少&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给一点点&lt;br /&gt;就能让我们有更活力动力为妳们奔波&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们不知道&lt;br /&gt;给疲惫的男人一个吻、一句体贴的问候&lt;br /&gt;对我们来说是多大的神迹&lt;br /&gt;因为我们又感觉&lt;br /&gt;我们存在&lt;br /&gt;我们活着&lt;br /&gt;有人爱着我们&lt;br /&gt;我们的付出是值得的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳们有默默伟大的付出&lt;br /&gt;才会让我们有更雄厚的胸膛以及粗壮的膀臂&lt;br /&gt;替妳们挡住风风雨雨&lt;br /&gt;挡住坏人的刀剑枪棍&lt;br /&gt;挡住任何的闲言闲语&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为爱人死，我们男孩是会愿意的&lt;br /&gt;爱情是双方一起付出的，而不是单方面付出的&lt;br /&gt;彼此忍让包容...........说这么多，我看你们女生还是不会懂得&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1122576475344531924?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1122576475344531924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1122576475344531924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1122576475344531924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1122576475344531924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/point-of-views.html' title='Point Of Views'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3753641467497360219</id><published>2009-09-16T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:44:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry About My Future</title><content type='html'>每次总会听到身边的人说，我以后要怎样怎样...将来我要怎样怎样...未来的我要怎样怎样...听多了吧？可是，有多少个人的“未来”跟自己之前所说的一样，实现了？没几个吧？问题在哪？就是，在未来还没到达前，自己是否做了些什么呢？答案是，“没有”！！！这样还不要紧，有些人自己不努力就算了，还要怪天怪地！说什么天意啦、命中注定啦、事实上啦等等的...如果什么都是天意的话，那老天爷一定很忙，世界上那么多人，祂要一个一个去制造天意...如果有的选择的话，我相信老天一定宁可选择当平凡人就好，不须要搞到自己那么烦！对吗？就我自己本身来说，我以前会为我的将来打算但是后来不是全部都有达到虽然有点失望但是没有后悔过。只是想什么东西啊？为什么我一直要精心策划呢？要得到，就必须要尽全力争取！这是小孩子都会的事情吧？一个小朋友要得到一件心爱的玩具或者一颗自己想吃的糖果，都会拼了命去争取...而我们呢？常常因为害怕受伤，连争取的步伐都还没踏出去，自己就先退缩...其实啊，心里想得到的东西，当真正得到的时候，并没有想象中的那么想要，只是那个争取的过程刻骨铭心...不是吗？在外国有个人，在结婚多年后，孩子们都成家立业了，只剩下两个老夫妻。有一天，为夫者从床底下拿了一份东西给太太看...太太一看，差点晕了...为什么呢？因为啊...这个身边的男人啊，从年轻的时候就为自己的一生拟定了一个“人生表”，从求学、谈恋爱、买房子、买车子、做生意、结婚、生小孩、甚至是与太太的房事都一一规划下来...到了今天，他很骄傲的告诉太太，这些年来他果然跟足了拟定表上所规划的步骤去做，成功了...试问，有多少人能够像他一样呢？没有吧？因为啊，我们常常在前进的时候，若遇上什么困难，就选择后退了...我很佩服他，真的！我知道自己不会有他这样的毅力！但，只要是我喜欢的、我爱的、我想要的...我都一定会去争取！！！就算结果还是一样，得不到...那至少我不会遗憾咯！对吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about failure, worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-3753641467497360219?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3753641467497360219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3753641467497360219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3753641467497360219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3753641467497360219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/worry-about-my-future.html' title='Worry About My Future'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4583548240760180874</id><published>2009-08-16T01:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:10:00.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh In Despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know it's quite late right now...Sigh~I can't sleep well recently therefore I watched a movie and now i gonna to introduce a Movie which is quite old for all of us but I love and enjoy it, because it is a fantasy movie. Yea I always live in fantasy world and not very good with girls. Perhaps my requirement is too high or I haven't find the right one. Anyways, straight to points. The movie that I wanna to introduce this 2001 Movie which is "Kate &amp;amp; Leopold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sob0vsSPKhI/AAAAAAAABCM/sXzd7-ECIQ0/s1600-h/MPW-16315.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sob0vsSPKhI/AAAAAAAABCM/sXzd7-ECIQ0/s400/MPW-16315.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370248705864575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Leopold is more or less a romantic comedy that has been done so many times before. Woman and man see each other and don't like each other. Than they fall in love, but destiny comes in between them. In the end they overcome all problems and will live happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly the same as always, but this time they have added an interesting extra ingredient to it. Kate, her brother, her ex and Leopold all live in New York. The only problem is that Leopold is from the 1870's, while the others live in the 21st century. Kate's ex has found a way to travel through time, meets Leopold and accidentally takes him with him to the 21st century. I guess I don't have to explain everything that happens afterward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sob4O-lyqhI/AAAAAAAABCU/jlPVrr4Ahlo/s1600-h/104900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sob4O-lyqhI/AAAAAAAABCU/jlPVrr4Ahlo/s400/104900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370252541889260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I'm not always a huge fan of romantic comedies, but I have to admit that I had a good time watching this one. This movie is better than average. I'm sure that some of you had watched this modern fairy tale before. Yea I know it's impossible, but I like one of the memorable quotes which is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a great thing to get what you want. It's a really good thing unless what you thought you wanted wasn't really what you wanted... because what you really wanted you couldn't imagine or you didn't think it was possible but what if someone came along who knew exactly what you wanted without asking they just knew... like they could hear your heart beating or listen to your thoughts and what if they were sure of themselves and they didn't have to take a poll and they loved you... but you hesitated&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice is always so difficult, either lost this or that, you would not know which is the best. Opportunities is like a beautiful flower. If you do not pluck it early. After a few days, it too late to pluck, because the flowers had wilt or plucked by others. I had tried, but opposite side never appreciate it.....Maybe she doesn't belongs to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4583548240760180874?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4583548240760180874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4583548240760180874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4583548240760180874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4583548240760180874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-thought.html' title='My Thought'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sob0vsSPKhI/AAAAAAAABCM/sXzd7-ECIQ0/s72-c/MPW-16315.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-9065871726473226668</id><published>2009-08-15T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:44:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Gave Women Tears</title><content type='html'>Why God Gave Women Tears? The Author is Unknown...because it sent to me by my friend, and I felt it is quite meaningful and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his mother "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm a woman", she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum just hugged him and said, "And you never will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason", was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. .I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her man through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never hurts his woman, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see:&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a gift for every ladies and women...And this is also the reason why guys had interest and curious on girls....Sigh~long time never update my blog due to final year project. Anyways, I will update my blog again when I'm free. I can't sleep well recently due to few things keep bothering me....I'm really hate it and I hope that I can forget and give up about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-9065871726473226668?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/9065871726473226668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=9065871726473226668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9065871726473226668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9065871726473226668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-god-gave-women-tears.html' title='Why God Gave Women Tears'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-816207848827446816</id><published>2009-07-07T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:14:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Treasure 5</title><content type='html'>This song is composed by 余畑龙 who is a hakkan songwritter. I like this video ^^ not bad...check it out. I found this from my friend's blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJEdjmIJ7yQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJEdjmIJ7yQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I also found this from youtube ^^ take a look and 来笑一下...Yea sometime my english pronounce also not good...hahaha~ Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-816207848827446816?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/816207848827446816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=816207848827446816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/816207848827446816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/816207848827446816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-i-treasure-5.html' title='Something I Treasure 5'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6101484354364142746</id><published>2009-07-06T11:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:09:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Girl Silly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm LOST~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGDnhgSZbI/AAAAAAAABBY/6W-zCDODNrc/s1600-h/LostABC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGDnhgSZbI/AAAAAAAABBY/6W-zCDODNrc/s320/LostABC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206146952160690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;今天觉得特别无聊，不知为什么，做完了我的Assignment但是还有４个Assignments还没有做，懒惰去做因为时间多得是...Beside that, I still haven't start to analysis my final year project...Ishh~~现在的我不知不懂如何打发我的时间了，觉得做什么都是没有意义的。难道我开始对我的生命失去了方向？还是我已经为我的未来打算好了所以没有那么新鲜感了。在外面的生活久了往往都会有这种的感觉尤其是离开了父母，一个人生活，读大学，final year，last semester，压力大。但是我感觉不到压力大，我看我应该是对压力麻木了。怎么办？我的主？惟有你是我的依靠，保守我的心好让我的心不会给魔鬼留地步，不被朋友诱惑，不违背主你的道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I guess I'm too eager to love but I know it is not the right now. Sometimes, when I saw my friends and thought “Don’t know what they did in their past life la. Someone as bo lui, bo gau, bo entau (no money, not clever, not handsome) like them also can get such nice girlfriend. Really not fair.” I wasn’t jealous or envious. It’s my way of saying that they're very lucky to have such a girlfriend. Maybe some girls, they just need a safe relationship and hope their boyfriend can accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there are some of girls also quite silly for me....I really don't understand and don't know why they want to start a relationship with a person who can't bring her happiness or secure life. They know that they're going to get their heart broken, but they still going for it because if they didn't try, they also gonna get heart broken ( According to one of my female friend). So, are they silly or eager to love or blinded in love? Another female friend told me that “&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;如果不去date的话&lt;/span&gt;会很&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;辛苦&lt;/span&gt;的，&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;因为你憋住你的感情&lt;/span&gt;啊，&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;然后到最后连回亿都没有&lt;/span&gt;了。” Is this girl's thought? Just want a memories? 长期以来，一直认为很多人挂在口头上的那句 “不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有” 的爱情观是这些当事者的及时行乐，追求短暂激情的借口。而我一直觉得还是那 种白头到老、相濡以沫的感情才是最好的。所以，自己对感情一直是求稳定，求长久，很冷静理智地选择适合自己的异性交往，绝不让激情冲昏自己的头脑。但是也有人说，there are nothing is forever, who know the future? So please don't live in your fantasy world...LOL, if he read it...I'm sure he knew I'm saying him =P &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGD5Deg9-I/AAAAAAAABBg/ucBU104HyxY/s1600-h/327340743_2cdf869ca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGD5Deg9-I/AAAAAAAABBg/ucBU104HyxY/s320/327340743_2cdf869ca3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206448129308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now I'm feeling rather lost, not knowing what to do and how to do it. It’s agitating me. It’s like being not given a map to a location, thus ending up at other locations for several times before arriving at the correct one. Or worse still, not arriving at the location at all. My study, love, relationship, career, family, God , My everything...I'm really don't know how to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps I grew up fearing failures. That’s why a methodology, better yet, a standard one, is so important to me. The thought of a methodology in hand gives me confidence to proceed with my tasks. It invokes a sense of security, a feeling that it wouldn’t go wrong if I follow strictly by the book. Heck, even if it’s wrong, it’s certainly NOT me.&lt;/p&gt; Well, as immature as it may sound, I guess I have to admit, that’s me. Not wanting to commit errors, not wanting to fail, always wanting to be on the safe side, unwilling to take risks. But I think I’ll be charging forward myself to become a better person without against any ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever see the hand of God in what we do? The bible says, “Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. That’s Romans Chapter 12 verse 21. Oh Lord~ I’m the sheep that got lost. I don't want to live in false life and my fantasy world. I know this world have different kind behaviour of people...And I'm hard to please everyone. Yea, I know when I want this then I have to give up that. I can't have win win situation...Maybe can, but very hard because it took me a lot of efforts. 人生之旅很难预料，我们这一生也不知道今后会不会遭遇到疾病、战争、自然灾害、经济破产、无辜牢狱...，让我们珍惜有情人、享受生活的每一天。Like Jack said，...无论...发生什么，无论...多么...艰难，一定要做到...Anyways, May God bless me more and more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGD_1I1JjI/AAAAAAAABBo/g0X_hzTown4/s1600-h/Titanic_jack_et_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGD_1I1JjI/AAAAAAAABBo/g0X_hzTown4/s400/Titanic_jack_et_rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206564539344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Psalm 68:19 "Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior who daily bears our &lt;a href="http://www.thenewstoday.info/2007/09/11/how.to.release.your.burden.html"&gt;burdens.&lt;/a&gt;" He bears it, we don't have to. He daily cares about what is going on with our lives. That should be our motivation, why we go to Him, His love. I come to Him; I lay it all out to Him; I trust Him; I surrender to  Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6101484354364142746?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6101484354364142746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6101484354364142746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6101484354364142746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6101484354364142746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-girl-silly.html' title='Are Girl Silly?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SlGDnhgSZbI/AAAAAAAABBY/6W-zCDODNrc/s72-c/LostABC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7416148937956350123</id><published>2009-06-16T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:51:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ananthan's Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bad &amp;amp; Good mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~This few days, my mood was not so good...Maybe there are some people who had offended me and didn't say sorry to me. Maybe they never feel wrong/bad about to their action or they thought sorry is useless. I have always felt道明寺(who is an actor in the drama movie流星花园)was right “如果对不起有用的话还要警察来干嘛？If sorry works，then why do we need the policeman？” A simple example：如果哪天我不小心捅你一刀正中要害。在你快死时我说对不起，有用吗？我说了对不起，刀就会自己出来？伤口会自己合拢？你就活过来了吗？ 所以我觉得对不起没用！ 但是做了抱歉的事一句对不起都没有是不是有点那个呢？无心而轻微的过错，say a sorry, and asking for forgiveness, this should be the basic quality of integrity people，无心而造成对他人的重大伤害，就不仅仅说一句抱歉那么简单的，你应当为此承担所造成的后果，并为此付出相应的代价。Anyways勇于真诚的说抱歉是一种美德，虽然一句抱歉并不能消除你应当承担的责任。但如果做了抱歉的事一句对不起都没有，就缺少最基本的教养了。对不起的确于事无补，但却表现出犯错的人的自责和悔恨，表明犯错者有着是非对错的观念，is still worthy of respect and forgive people. As what Bible said, Forgive Your Enemy....Sigh~It is really hard to be a christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I was attended my Lecturer, Mr.Ananthan's Wedding Dinner and I nearly got drunk at there ^^ Because of my friends who keep asking me drink this and that....Haha, luckily I'm still okay and didn't vomit also =P There are some of us attended his wedding dinner only. I also don't know why, maybe we're his favourite students^^ hahaha...Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I really truly know about my Lecturer at that night. His family is not that rich and he lost his parent during his Form 4,  So that his brother have raised him grew up in a very difficult way. At last he got his master certificate by his own ability without his brother's support. Therefore, we really admire him who is really a good lecturer.  Anyways quite enjoyed at there and we had took several pictures with our Lecturer. But those pictures quite "BLUR", I also don't know whose camera is that~@@&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59DlZuVI/AAAAAAAABBA/Q4INs94uStg/s1600-h/13062009367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59DlZuVI/AAAAAAAABBA/Q4INs94uStg/s400/13062009367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947541111093586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr.Ananthan's Wedding Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje58XMFZxI/AAAAAAAABAw/wAYRIEjMFh8/s1600-h/130620091210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje58XMFZxI/AAAAAAAABAw/wAYRIEjMFh8/s400/130620091210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947529193744146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Wine, Red Wine, CockTail, and Chivas+Cola that I drink ^^(Taken by my handphone camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59nQTuMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/djMv4YKfvL8/s1600-h/P6121600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59nQTuMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/djMv4YKfvL8/s400/P6121600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947550686296258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59W-j30I/AAAAAAAABBI/QEXIih66APk/s1600-h/P6121611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59W-j30I/AAAAAAAABBI/QEXIih66APk/s400/P6121611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947546316889922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yong Siang, Me, and Vincent Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje58pzXlAI/AAAAAAAABA4/EAnt8N7T21A/s1600-h/13062009385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje58pzXlAI/AAAAAAAABA4/EAnt8N7T21A/s400/13062009385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947534190351362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7416148937956350123?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7416148937956350123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7416148937956350123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7416148937956350123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7416148937956350123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-ananthan-wedding-dinner.html' title='Mr. Ananthan&apos;s Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sje59DlZuVI/AAAAAAAABBA/Q4INs94uStg/s72-c/13062009367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2003840243794304511</id><published>2009-06-12T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:08:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ananthan's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Congratulation Mr. Ananthan ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had planned to attend our Lecturer, Mr. Ananthan's Wedding who is my Final Year Project Supervisor also...His Wedding was held inside the Hindu Temple which located at Old Klang Road there. In fact, we decided to cancel to attend his wedding due to some personal reason but at last we had been discussed and rearrange again.  We had determined to attend his wedding without affected by those lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, there are plenty of Indian people there when we reached there...LOL, anyways I'm not racist so don't worry. But this is my first time attended this kind of wedding. And it is quite complexity wedding that I have to see  from the various phases of a wedding. They took a lot of time for ceremonies which filled with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritual" title="Ritual"&gt;ritual&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celebration" title="Celebration"&gt;celebration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjHo6YsnXEI/AAAAAAAABAg/8OlK1tnlWfA/s1600-h/P6101592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjHo6YsnXEI/AAAAAAAABAg/8OlK1tnlWfA/s400/P6101592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346310322425125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sat there about 30 minutes and before the bride came out, My lecturer had sitten there about 1 hours plus....OMG~If I was him, I guess  I will faint =.=" Anyways Love is Patient ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjHo6qM38yI/AAAAAAAABAo/z5fCbI-O79o/s1600-h/P6101595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjHo6qM38yI/AAAAAAAABAo/z5fCbI-O79o/s400/P6101595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346310327123833634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This our classmates who attended his wedding last night and a lot of them didn't come. Don't have pretty girl right? I don't why your guys keep saying that I lie about my class don't have "Leng Lui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna stop here.....Time for my lunch ^^ so hungry already T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2003840243794304511?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2003840243794304511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2003840243794304511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2003840243794304511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2003840243794304511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-ananthans-wedding.html' title='Mr. Ananthan&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjHo6YsnXEI/AAAAAAAABAg/8OlK1tnlWfA/s72-c/P6101592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8442353974314432505</id><published>2009-06-11T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:15:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must See For Every Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Movies Should Share Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I didn't go anywhere, just watched movies at my home only....And then I found out there are nice movies that I have to introduce to your guys. I do not know if your guys have watched those movies before but it is really worth to take a look....[Confessions of a Shopaholic] and [He's Just Not That Into You]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjCvbU53DsI/AAAAAAAABAI/zLdNDaJF1hg/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjCvbU53DsI/AAAAAAAABAI/zLdNDaJF1hg/s400/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345965641691500226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frankly speaking, &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/" target="_blank"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/a&gt; is the queen of rom-com writing; her writing is so seamless her characters walk off the pages and into your loungeroom with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sophie’s hit book, &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com.au/Books/Default.aspx?Page=Book&amp;amp;ID=9780552774819" target="_blank"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/a&gt;, has recently been made into a film starring our very own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isla_Fisher" target="_blank"&gt;Isla Fisher&lt;/a&gt; and I had watched it, seriously this is one film that I’m really enjoyed this movie. It was fun and sincere.!  Confessions was the first book of a &lt;a href="http://www.sophiekinsella.co.uk/"&gt;hilarious series&lt;/a&gt; written by Sophie; Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties the Knot; Shopaholic and Baby, Shopaholic Abroad and Shopaholic &amp;amp; Sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Confessions is quite obviously about a Shopaholic and Rebecca Bloomwood has a very big problem. I always thought my mother and those girls are a shopaholic but no-one comes close to Becky! You will love the adorable, silly, and very sassi Becky Bloomwood and her envy-inducing wardrobe. Besides that, you also can understand why girl will be like that...Buying, buying and buying...UNSTOPPABLE ^^ LOL....Lastly, the most memorable quotes by Rebecca that I remember which is "You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better. "  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjC3tGAxIJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Eu2PiJr18ro/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjC3tGAxIJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Eu2PiJr18ro/s400/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345974743024607378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"He's Just Not That Into You" is derived from a book by the same name, written by Greg Behrendt. The basic premise of this book is to educate women of the fact that men are dishonest jerks who seek to take advantage of them and/or break their hearts. Somehow, this man has managed to not only make a killing with his mind-numbing book, but also to capitalize on it by bringing it to the big screen. The by-product of this is a sad excuse for a romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;A must see for every single person who is single! Trust me. The problem with modern relationships is that everyone has a view; do this, do that, say this, don't say that. And this movie is for all of you out there: Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; get involved with a married person. You know that you're going to get your heart broken, so why do it? And no, it's not complicated, it's not different and it's not special, the person you're having a relationship with has taken a vow to stand by, love and cherish someone else. Their vow also includes being loyal to one another but guess what, they're cheating on their spouse with you! Now even if that person divorces and marries you, how do you think that the same thing won't happen to you? How can you be sure that they will keep their vow the second time around? How will you know that they are not just another cheater? Let's face the truth, we all need to get a grip and stop playing childish games with one another&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I had learned in this movie which are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of "ruining the friendshi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;p."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Don't get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he'll do the asking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Just because you like to lead doesn't mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of nature and last through time for a reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• "Hey, let's meet at so-and-so's party/any bar/friend's house" is not a date. Even if you live in New York.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Men don't forget how much they like you. So put down the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;em&gt;• You are good enough to be asked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjC6WieC9gI/AAAAAAAABAY/hlf_GPilRuI/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjC6WieC9gI/AAAAAAAABAY/hlf_GPilRuI/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345977654061495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, those movies above recommended by me are a good date movies or even if you want a romantic comedy that guys and girls can enjoy equally. It's worth seeing but don't overhype it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8442353974314432505?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8442353974314432505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8442353974314432505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8442353974314432505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8442353974314432505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-see-for-every-girls.html' title='A Must See For Every Girls'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SjCvbU53DsI/AAAAAAAABAI/zLdNDaJF1hg/s72-c/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2766030046002888068</id><published>2009-06-04T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:48:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;What A Boring Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days, I was chatting with my friend...That time I was locked up myself at home and keep staring at computer screen only. What the hell is this? What am I doing? Do I have no friends? This is what I always did, thinking and thinking....Hahaha, I still remember what my friend told me last saturday which are "Do not live so hard and complicated, just relax and keep it easy" Yea, It's right...I'm totally agreed what she said. Of course, I had a lot of best friend but they're not at around me only. Some of them can't even come out with me due to busy or laziness. So what should I do? Find activities by myself? &lt;span class="lijuyuanxing"&gt;Sigh~I'm suffering the miseries of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always remembered my best friends did mattered much to me. Someone who’s great to be with. Someone of great fun and company. Someone who lifted me up when I was down, sang to my tunes and listened to my complaints. It’s difficult to find a best friend, what more a best friend who’s so alike in everyway in terms of likes, interests, character, behaviour and thinking. It would be foolish to forsake all that in exchange for a single difference that we’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sic1kHKmCyI/AAAAAAAABAA/KXieBmfS2Gs/s1600-h/Friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sic1kHKmCyI/AAAAAAAABAA/KXieBmfS2Gs/s400/Friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343298377413430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A best friend may not be the one who’s with you all the time, knows everything about you, helps you the most or gives you the most trust. A best friend is someone who can hurt you the deepest, and yet be forgiven" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="lijuyuanxing"&gt;Sometimes we have to pay dearly and modestly for our friendship, and then friends willing to help us unconditionally and we will be moving the same, if we really willing to pay for friends, friends will be affected by it for sure. This is because many profound friendship are truly willing to pay a set up after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2766030046002888068?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2766030046002888068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2766030046002888068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2766030046002888068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2766030046002888068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/Sic1kHKmCyI/AAAAAAAABAA/KXieBmfS2Gs/s72-c/Friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8876649457242604450</id><published>2009-06-02T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:58:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's Not Easy For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was warm and steamy. My heart was pounding instead of pumping. I breathed heavily, and when have I garnered enough oxygen in my lungs. The gyration of my hips made me sweat profusely, and I was throbbing non-stop. Uuuhhhh!!!­ It was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always not easy during the first time. I felt awkward as there were many people. Clubbing isn't the sort of activity that I would do to relax. Upon arrival, Poppy Garden Club gave me a strange feeling as though I was standing middle in front of the stage. There are not much people yet when I arrived there...But then more and more people coming. That night is my friend's friend " Kenny" 's birthday. Of course I had greeted him...Friends warmed-up with light movements, notably on the head and shoulders. I felt extremely heavy, very uncomfortable. I took several sips of Chivas mixed with Coke. Besides, I hate the smoke very much although my friend are smoker but I was allergic to the smoke and I can't do anything. It's no choice for me because I'm the one who willing to accompany them and this called true friend. The people there seemed friendly, but I didn't get friendly with them as well because I don't know them. Oh, don't be mistaken, I'm not anti social, I just feel weird to make friend with those unknown people who can only meet in clubbing only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dumb that night because I just standing there and listened song. My first time clubbing, and I don't know how to dance although my friends asked me to try. I surprised myself why I had gone to that kind of place. I never greet everybody who was beside me with hand signs which signalled as a brothers. I was just standing there and smiling to them only. I felt that I'm really looked like dumb and stupid. Standing there like a " Body Guard" Sigh~ I think I'm really not good in clubbing. Hehehe~should I go clubbing oftenly to gain experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bass was very heavy, and it annoyed me so much. The primary motive of visiting such places does indeed offer great fun: listening songs and dancing (but I don't know how to dance...Isshh, Maybe I'm not dare enought). Frankly speaking I'm not really enjoyed there, don't know why, maybe it was my first time. I only love listening songs but kinda bored because the songs keep repeating. Hahaha...Fortunately, there are some friends who accompany me. If not, I guessed i had already leave from that kind of place.....So I just standing there n looking at my friends (Kate, Vivian, and Yee Huey) dancing. LOL they're hot and their dancing not bad^^ Hey~that's not my secondary motive. I went there because of wanna to take a looks and accompanied my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna stop here­.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8876649457242604450?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8876649457242604450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8876649457242604450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8876649457242604450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8876649457242604450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6452023207824238987</id><published>2009-06-01T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:44:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still, They Are My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entrybody"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Thoughts Of Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My holiday is over and I have to start my University life again. This is gonna be my last semester, and I wish i can live more happily than my previous semester because I know that I didn't enjoy much and never did those crazy stuffs before. But I willing to try to change my lifestyle without against ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven’t been much of a friend lately. Passed on two chances to accompany a friend and have lunch or dinner with another last week, didn’t make enough time to meet up with friends in Subang or Sunway, no longer text friends as frequently as I used to, never go out socializing with university mates or friends, didn’t respond much to Friendster updates, rejected to register Facebook….Friends used to be my world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thinking back…I (or should I say, used to) have a lot of friends. But now, I prefered to have more true friends who are really understand and know you well. No matter how long or what, they will not forget you and still keep in touch with you. And when you meet them again, you will feel good and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a friend who is always late, and never early. His bad habit has reached such levels that in any meeting or gathering, I can safely bet my life that he’ll be late. And I always have to wait for him. When he said I'm on the way, I can know that he just starting prepare to go out only. But anyways, I was getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a friend who is very critical of others. Whatever people do, he’ll always be one of them delivering insults and mocking them. There can never be a lack of arguments when I’m with him. But if I were to meet him again today, I’d let him have his say. I know better than to try to change what people have seen. Some of my friends who always said I'm stubborn and not listen to him due to I'm Taurus. But he never try to know why I do so, what's the purpose, or what's my point. I'm lazy to argue with him and feel thankful to him, because of him, I know how to be a real man who can accept whatever he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have a friend who never gives in until proven otherwise. He’s always right and thought that he is wiser than a lot of people, until you shove a book/article/evidence that says he’s not. Sometimes it’s just so frustrating because you know you’re right and there he is, right in front of you preaching to others how right he is and how wrong you are. And when you prove that he’s wrong, the people to whom he’s preached are not there to witness the correction. Frankly speaking, I was quite enjoying it...because this made me know more different kind of people and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a friend who does not believe in hard work. He prefers to sit around and complain how much he has to do without realizing others are actually doing a whole lot more than he is. He also doesn’t want to try, and dismisses others as being stupid for trying. I sometimes find it difficult talking to him, because whenever you deliever your thoughts, he’ll mock your views and tries to make you look small. Sometimes I just let him, because I know others are watching and judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a friend who are very sensitive about one's reputation. Everytime when I done a very shameful things, he will concerned about face-saving and say," Wah lao, why you like that one? Do you know it is very shameful? I felt so "Pai Seh" with you...I know why and I never blame before because he always care about other people's comments and looks. If I was him, I will feel it is a very hard life in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a friend who tries so hard to be humble, he became overly-humble. Whenever my friends and I discuss about a test / exam, he’ll usually say, “Oh, I don’t know…not sure…difficult…I think I will fail this time” but he’ll usually be one of the top scorers. And when asked on how well he thinks he has done, he’ll say,”Sigh…I don’t think I did well…no A already la...I can pass it.” Of course, the opposite happens. He doesn’t know that by being overly-humble, he appears sarcastic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a lot more friends with different traits, characteristics, strengths and weaknesses. Some I like some i dislike and some really really pisses me off but this is extremely seldom happen. Because I'm that kind of person who like to make friend with those who really good and nice to me. I’m beginning to understand more and more that everyone is different (yea, pretty cliche) and it’s no use telling them to be any different than they are. Not because they don’t want. It’s because they can’t. And when I think back, despite all the negative feelings that once flowed from my heart, I still call them friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I uses “HE or HIS” to prevent anyone from jumping to conclusions. Sometimes, it’s just better being vague. Okay gonna to stop here, I think will update my blog soon due to nothing to do ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6452023207824238987?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6452023207824238987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6452023207824238987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6452023207824238987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6452023207824238987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend-true-friend.html' title='Still, They Are My Friends'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6109831444649040433</id><published>2009-05-06T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:08:41.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Birthday Alone</title><content type='html'>唉～又老一岁了。还是一个外表看似单身贵族，内心感情却是三级贫户的家伙...五月五号，又是平平凡凡得渡过了，我的人生真是平凡啊～&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SgENJG3TPDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Ylc7WCOOOj4/s1600-h/Celebrate+birthday+alone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SgENJG3TPDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Ylc7WCOOOj4/s400/Celebrate+birthday+alone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332557883895921714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6109831444649040433?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6109831444649040433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6109831444649040433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6109831444649040433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6109831444649040433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrate-birthday-alone.html' title='Celebrate Birthday Alone'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SgENJG3TPDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Ylc7WCOOOj4/s72-c/Celebrate+birthday+alone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5172412532785215085</id><published>2009-05-01T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:44:16.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>男女同居，到底谁吃亏？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cohabitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SfrVLYcft7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/OIV7ba5MOZs/s1600-h/cohabitation-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SfrVLYcft7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/OIV7ba5MOZs/s400/cohabitation-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330807500463650738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;看到凡是提到男女同居者总会认为女的是如何的吃亏，男的是如何的捡了便宜，好像女的总是受害者，男的都是想占女的便宜的坏蛋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同居是怎么回事？&lt;/span&gt;其实&lt;span class="content"&gt;这个不用再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;解释吧！各位&lt;/span&gt;想&lt;span class="content"&gt;也知道。既然要同居，就得有同居的条件，没有条件怎么同居？&lt;/span&gt;Do you think I'm right?&lt;span class="content"&gt;首先得准备同居所&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;用的房子吧？或租或借自然得由男的&lt;/span&gt;做完&lt;span class="content"&gt;了&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span class="content"&gt;有了房子还得有一些生活用品吧？&lt;/span&gt;是不是？&lt;span class="content"&gt;也就说起码&lt;/span&gt;要&lt;span class="content"&gt;有个所谓家的样子。&lt;/span&gt;这一些都&lt;span class="content"&gt;要准备好一定的资金，这部分资金相信大部分&lt;/span&gt;都&lt;span class="content"&gt;只能由男的出了，如果这些钱还指望让女孩赞助些&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span class="content"&gt;那也太失男子汉的颜面了吧！As we know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;这笔开支不会是个小数目，对于还处于求学阶段的学生来说一般并不容易，除非父母很有钱。为了同居开张&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span class="content"&gt;可怜的男人不得不大放血，而女孩却可以不用操太多心的。到此可以说只搭好了一个同居所需的“窝”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有了同居所需的“窝”，并不代表可以&lt;/span&gt;随便&lt;span class="content"&gt;撒着欢同居了。同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;居意味着准&lt;/span&gt;备&lt;span class="content"&gt;家庭生活的开始，就得为柴米油盐酱醋茶操心，这些在同居阶段，男的不多出些&lt;/span&gt;汗&lt;span class="content"&gt;水好好表现能让女孩满意吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;？&lt;/span&gt;No way, &lt;span class="content"&gt;谁让是男的呢？&lt;/span&gt;To be able to go to bed with the girl, how humiliating conditions it will will agree. Hey! &lt;span class="content"&gt;This is男人呀&lt;/span&gt;! 同意不同意？好～不用紧，我再继续&lt;span class="content"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;同居了，男女总不能一天到晚上老呆在床上@#%吧！怎么也得一起出去&lt;/span&gt;走走出街&lt;span class="content"&gt;呀！不请女孩饱&lt;/span&gt;满&lt;span class="content"&gt;口福总说不过去吧！什么&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;，什么McDonald，什么&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;StarBucks&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;什么&lt;/span&gt;日本餐&lt;span class="content"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;什么生猛海鲜，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;什么明贵小吃，不让女孩吃腻了怎么显得出我们的诚意&lt;/span&gt;呢&lt;span class="content"&gt;？这些能让女孩出钱吗？&lt;/span&gt;No way! Men have to pay because that is the only right and proper!&lt;span class="content"&gt; 否则会落个“吃软饭”的名声。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;吃饱喝足了，在街上总要Shopping吧！Shopping总得有所收获呀！最大的收获自然是女 孩买到漂亮衣服了。人常说：女人什么时候都差一件衣服。女孩买件漂亮的衣服不光女孩高兴，男的在人前也风光呀！要买衣服，肯定要买Good Brand &amp;amp; Quality的，否则男人的面子往&lt;/span&gt;哪&lt;span class="content"&gt;放&lt;/span&gt;啊&lt;span class="content"&gt;？弄不好，女孩&lt;/span&gt;还&lt;span class="content"&gt;会想，怎么还没有结婚就买这样的Cheap Brand应付我，等结婚了还能指望穿上他买的衣服？所以，呵呵！男人又得破费了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;看到这&lt;/span&gt;里&lt;span class="content"&gt;也许&lt;/span&gt;会&lt;span class="content"&gt;有人会说了：什么呀！现在都实行AA style了，各付各的。OK吧！如果那个男的想抱着这个想法去找女孩同居，&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;，不出三天保准会被扫地出门。什么玩意儿？想占便宜是不是？那像个男人，男人就你这样？&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;！其它的不用&lt;/span&gt;我&lt;span class="content"&gt;再说了&lt;/span&gt;除非是愿意陪你一起受苦的女人&lt;span class="content"&gt;…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;啰嗦了这么多，还没有说到点子上。为什么要同居&lt;/span&gt;Why should we live, where the purpose of cohabitation?&lt;span class="content"&gt;不用&lt;/span&gt;多&lt;span class="content"&gt;说，这不明摆着嘛……@#%呀！不为@#%花费那么多心思干嘛？什么互相帮助？什么共同进步？什么……什么……所有的一切绕来绕去，总后还是绕到@#%上。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;说到@#%，&lt;/span&gt;你们&lt;span class="content"&gt;的眼睛&lt;/span&gt;一定&lt;span class="content"&gt;一下子会明亮许多，有些嘴角还会不自觉地流出&lt;/span&gt;口水&lt;span class="content"&gt;来。&lt;/span&gt;哈哈哈～开玩笑的，&lt;span class="content"&gt;@#%这个词&lt;/span&gt;应该不会&lt;span class="content"&gt;太刺激&lt;/span&gt;吧&lt;span class="content"&gt;，看到这个词各位的脑中&lt;/span&gt;一定&lt;span class="content"&gt;一下子&lt;/span&gt;会&lt;span class="content"&gt;呈现出US, Japanese, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hongkong&lt;/span&gt;, Taiwan, @#%的场境&lt;/span&gt;吧&lt;span class="content"&gt;，那些看过A片的朋友，呈现的画面自然就更加精彩，相信有过实战经验的朋友还会想起自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;猛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;勇&lt;/span&gt;时光&lt;span class="content"&gt;来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;。 在这场香汗淋漓的战争中不论男女，双方都找到了自己想要得到的东西，达到是出来同居的目的，也就是目前比较时髦的说：达到了Win Win Situation。写到这里就不明白了？为什么在同一场激战中既然双方达到了Win Win Situation的目的，凭什么就应由男的多付出些？凭什么就说男的占了“便谊”？女的就“吃亏”了呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SfrVLSZNKXI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5PgRpdsMQPs/s1600-h/Cohabitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SfrVLSZNKXI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5PgRpdsMQPs/s400/Cohabitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330807498839239026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;同居中男女哪方“吃亏”，哪方“便宜”不是一句两句能说的清的，“吃亏”与“便宜”都是自己的事。人常说：肉烂在锅里，既然愿意同居，都是自家人就不要分个谁“吃亏”，谁“便宜”了吧！&lt;/span&gt;但是我本人还是建议你们不要同居，要不就结婚，不然的话就少来这一套。什么为了将来好或更加彼此认识。According to World Value Survey,大多数同居的人的结局都是离婚...不相信的话也不用紧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，我本人现在Final Exam着，压力大所以就来这里写一些来疏解压力...好啦，又要开始温书了～呵呵呵^^好久下，没来这里了...得空的话，我会从新更新过我的部落格...I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5172412532785215085?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5172412532785215085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5172412532785215085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5172412532785215085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5172412532785215085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='男女同居，到底谁吃亏？'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SfrVLYcft7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/OIV7ba5MOZs/s72-c/cohabitation-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6377822672640974303</id><published>2009-03-03T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:45:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Permanent Guaranty For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Experience and Understanding Toward Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有自己的记忆，伤痛、悲喜……太多太多。翻开记忆的相册，我看见了曾经的欢颜和泪水，曾经的美好都成了今天痛的源泉。就像大多数人的初恋都是苦涩的一样，可在每个人的心里都无法忘记这段苦涩的爱恋。感情会越爱越淡的，可终究是为什么呢？爱情的最初我们都是用尽全力在爱着那个我们爱的人，为爱也都付出了许多，可这世间终究成就不了永恒，爱情更是不能奢求永恒的东西。所以爱情，是没有永久保证书的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人在一起不需要理由，可分开的时候终归是要找个借口。曾经相知相爱相伴的两个人，终归因为一些原因成为陌路。那个爱的深的人则永远沉浸在记忆的伤痛中不能自拔。可人是群居的动物，终归没有一个人能够忍受孤独的煎熬，就以为自己爱上了另外的人，承诺着爱的誓言，倾诉着爱的思念，两个不相干的人又一次假着爱的名义走到一起。可孤独成就不了完美，最终那个无辜的人会因为不了解对方的生活，不知道他的喜好而带着伤痕逃离。人都是感情的动物，是可以感受对方的心情。那个因为曾经用力爱而分开的人，他带着曾经的回忆去接纳另一个人，用曾经的方式对待现前的人，因为是从陌路走来，所以终归成了爱的祭奠！就因为带着太多曾经伤痛的记忆，给勉强接纳的人一次原本不该有的伤痛，爱便成了负累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我始终认为过去只是一种经历，它不是我们继续生活的累，我们不能带着过去得记忆对待现在甚或是以后的人，那是不公平的！对于分开的感情来说，留下最多的也就是伤痕，可我们终究要继续生活，终归要面对其他的人，那要拿什么来取代伤痛？我们终不能因为自己曾经的痛来继续伤害以后的人！过去的已经过去了，不可能回来，生活要继续下去，能不能不用过去来衡量明天？爱过、恨过、笑过、哭过……可一切都已成往事。每个人都有珍藏往事的权利，但记忆里的爱恋、痛楚只属于自己回忆的珍宝，不是衡量另外一个人的砝码。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一段感情都是一个新的开始，珍藏记忆可以但不能影响新的生活，伤痛的记忆我们应该用新的态度取代。带着太多曾经的记忆面对新的生活、新的人，那感情终会越爱越淡，我们是否都想过为什么会越爱越无力呢？你找到取代伤痛记忆的方法了吗？我找到了透过我的主....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SawZwu8l5CI/AAAAAAAAA_g/VxMJD14-hcw/s1600-h/Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SawZwu8l5CI/AAAAAAAAA_g/VxMJD14-hcw/s400/Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308646385789559842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;其实爱情或恋爱是抽象的，婚姻生活才是现实的，会有许多冲突和磨擦！但只要回到最初心，回到刚恋爱时的最初心，甜蜜心，尽一切力量地善待对方，则就没有什么&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;越爱越无力&lt;/span&gt;的事了。所以爱情，是没有永久保证书的！爱情的永久保证书是要自己温柔，爱心，耐心地去经营的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好啦，我要开始做我的Final Year Project了...做到无聊所以就想想其他的东西。Update my blog after my whole assignments, project and exam finished ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6377822672640974303?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6377822672640974303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6377822672640974303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6377822672640974303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6377822672640974303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-no-permanent-guaranty-for-love.html' title='There Is No Permanent Guaranty For Love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SawZwu8l5CI/AAAAAAAAA_g/VxMJD14-hcw/s72-c/Love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4849554715833318080</id><published>2009-02-23T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:31:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Secret 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thanks For Your Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放学回来了，吃好饭又坐在电脑前面了...今天很高兴我的朋友把她的电话借给我用，没有想到她既然那么好心而且又细心。当她知道我的电话拿去修理的时候就 马上问我要不借她的电话。当时我就不好意思就拒绝了她因为我以为他们会给我电话for temporary的。But when我拿去修理时，既然没有...所以我就不管了，反正我的生命没有电话是可以的，还是一样可以过到生活。回到家时，才发现我的闹钟被我弟弟拿回去我 的家乡了。这时我才知道我不能没有闹钟，唯一的就是我电话的闹钟了。所以又去找我的那个朋友，还没有开口，她就问我是不是需要电话。我心里就想她怎么知道 我在想什么，但我还是承认我需要电话，她就没考虑得就说明天给我，弄我差点要说你这么那么好啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早我就拿到了，她的电话蛮新的，应该是她照顾得蛮好的。就这样连Charger也拿给我，也没说几时要还给她而且她也不忘了帮我充电呢。&lt;br /&gt;我的同学看到了就问：“你不是说没有电话吗？怎么现在又有了，而且又是那么好的电话”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就回他：“是我朋友刚刚借给我的”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的同学很好奇得说：“朋友借的？借那么好的给人家？那我也是要了”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈～说真的差点对她有感觉了，所以我每次都要时时刻刻得控制我的情感。她的人很不错，开朗，对人都很好，心地善良而且蛮斯文的，不知她真真的人是个怎样 的人。我曾经有想过要追她但是不知这份爱情适不适合我，不知我跟她相处得来吗，而且她好像有喜欢的人，也有蛮多人追着她，最重要的是她不是位基督徒。就这 样我不想和其他人争，也不想现在读书的时候花时间在爱情上因为自从我的初恋，我就学会了功课就是要耐心和忍耐而且也要我的伴侣一定要是基督徒，不要再重复 我的错了。怕我和她的定义，理想，目标，个性会完全不同。也许我是个标准的华人，对感情的表达十分含蓄所以只有在心里默默对我喜欢的人好，却始终说不出 口。我的生命里有不少的女生有让我有感觉过，但是不知哪个才是最真的。我喜欢她们的开朗，细心，体贴，和她们一起时心里就会觉得很快乐，但是不知那个才是 真正适合我的所以呢我不知道如何.....顺其自然吧，如果是上帝给我的，不论如何都不会跑的..是我的就是我的了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,很感谢她的细心所以有天我一定会报答她的，出于我那一份感恩的心，没有其他不愧的思想。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4849554715833318080?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4849554715833318080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4849554715833318080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4849554715833318080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4849554715833318080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-secret-3.html' title='My Little Secret 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6039595962740478466</id><published>2009-02-14T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:55:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love Your Partner And Appreciate Each Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又回来了，新年过去，回到学校又再忙我的学业...这就是我大学生的生活，所以就变成懒惰来这里update我的blog了。还没有新年的时候，我就回去我的家乡Labuan，没有错的话，我还记得是一月二十二日。到了机场就去找朋友聚一聚，然后我还记得十一点晚上我们一起去打保龄球，发生了不少有趣的 事。想起来，好久没那么疯了...哈哈～过后就去刚开不久的McD那里喝“茶”我们大约聊到两点，然后就跟他们告别了。第二天凌晨早上就离开Labuan 因为要回我另一个家乡Sibu,Sarawak过年。我的朋友们每次都不知哪个才是我的家乡，其实两个都是，哈哈...因为我出生在Sibu，两岁就搬到 Labuan那里所以呢两个都是。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC7qTngaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FCnzziw9IHw/s1600-h/DSC_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC7qTngaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FCnzziw9IHw/s400/DSC_2741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302569572755800482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_24zc-TI/AAAAAAAAA-g/JPLALBrc6BA/s1600-h/DSC_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_24zc-TI/AAAAAAAAA-g/JPLALBrc6BA/s400/DSC_2737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302566192213195058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_2RwF_4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/N6SWtOlEMLQ/s1600-h/DSC_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_2RwF_4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/N6SWtOlEMLQ/s400/DSC_2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302566181730123650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;坐Ferry到Menumbuk，拍了几张照片。然后就一直坐车经过不同地区如：Lawas, Brunei, Limbang, 和Miri。到了Miri，我们就在一间Hotel过夜，我也忘了叫什么名字，什么MEGA，管它的。然后，我还有在那里找我的朋友Bryan虽然没有那 么热情但是还是谢谢他抽空带我去走走看看。第三天也是一早就出发了，经过了Bintulu后就到Sibu了，好怀念那里的味道。有一种回古的感觉，哈哈～ 还是老样子。那里每次都是会涨水因为这里的地不是很高，所以常常都会涨水每当下雨的时候。但是这里不会因为涨水，新年的气氛就没了，刚好相反的。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_144zVCI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GveFKDPuhqQ/s1600-h/26012009828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_144zVCI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GveFKDPuhqQ/s400/26012009828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302566175055762466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;虽然我在 Sibu那里过年，每天都下雨，但是还是很热闹的，家家户户都是拜年，放鞭炮的。有人说Sibu是第二个中国呢，因为每当除夕半夜11:30pm，就开始 放烟火了而且是没有停过的。睡觉还是有听到鞭炮烟火的声音，多么多人羡慕啊所以烟花对我来说是一件很普通的事了。当然在Sibu，每天都是吃吃吃，没有停 过的。我还记得除夕那天帮了我姑姑和妈不少忙，５点下午就煮好了，蛮好吃的但是我吃不多因为胃不好所以吃了一点就饱了，真可惜...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_1n1kzuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/B4sqGJVtk1c/s1600-h/25012009809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_1n1kzuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/B4sqGJVtk1c/s400/25012009809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302566170478825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;最重要的就是我在那里终于看到我的坏女孩了，在网路上每次都有跟她聊天，她都是气我的或转一圈来骂我的。但是她人不错蛮热情的，我还记得我们那一天见面的 地方是百盛（Parkson)那时她驾着白色的Kenari来载我，我还以为是三轮车呢可惜不是，哈哈～过后她就载我去看看Sibu，说真的不是很大，走 来走去都是那几个地方。哦！对了，那天晚上最好笑的事就是那坏女孩的男朋友一直打电话给她，蛮好笑的因为每五或十分钟就会拨一次。说真的很对不起她的男朋 友，怕会有不少的误会。然后我们就在一间的餐厅喝“茶”，没什么发生，就是纯粹的聊天说笑。她还蛮有趣的，哈哈...说真的，我在Sibu这几天，她都会 带或陪我去走走。谢谢她的热情和陪伴＾＾很高心能认识到你&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_2ObAYgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HxJUFqvNp64/s1600-h/28012009888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ_2ObAYgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HxJUFqvNp64/s400/28012009888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302566180836368898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;另一天的早上陪我妈去菜巴刹去，挺热闹的跟以前没什么两样，人山人海的，很吵因为都是买卖声，叫来叫去。哈哈～多好玩啊！除此之外，那里大多数都是华人， 很少有马来人的。因为都说Sibu这里是第二个中国了，很难看到马来人的，不骗你。这边的生意人都是华人所以马来人有是有但是很少因为马来人很难在这里生 存的大概是因为语言吧！而且Sibu的干面还是一样的好吃又便宜RM2.50吧了~拍了不少来做纪念。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC7-Pv2NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Mg6DgCxGfBc/s1600-h/DSC_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC7-Pv2NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Mg6DgCxGfBc/s400/DSC_3014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302569578108278994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC8YM4uNI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_5PTLywUoMg/s1600-h/DSC_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC8YM4uNI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_5PTLywUoMg/s400/DSC_3032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302569585075599570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC8N5yM8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/7495Ro6_LnA/s1600-h/DSC_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC8N5yM8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/7495Ro6_LnA/s400/DSC_3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302569582311125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC81ZlJvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/jgRzBDnJN-Y/s1600-h/DSC_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC81ZlJvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/jgRzBDnJN-Y/s400/DSC_3038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302569592913471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ99MkwIRI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uUKajSNJtiU/s1600-h/24012009782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ99MkwIRI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uUKajSNJtiU/s200/24012009782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302564101576204562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ98oe6_aI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/TNgQrHBz1pM/s1600-h/24012009781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZZ98oe6_aI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/TNgQrHBz1pM/s200/24012009781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302564091888074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;就这样新年慢慢地一天一天得过去，时间好快哦～今天是情人节，没什么节目和地方去，所以就待在家里写blog，温书，做功课和看戏。不想浪费无谓的钱送花 和礼物为了去追喜欢的女生，得到又怎样？表白了又怎样？如果没有好好得去维持那段的感情，到最后也只有分散的结局。所以我觉得我还不是这个时候可以谈恋 爱，没有好的将来怎么会有好的婚姻呢？哈哈我大概是想太远了，但是我不想做一个没有结果的东西，没有把握的我就不会去做以免重复我以前的无知。其实爱情不是一场游戏，有输有赢的，我们不可以因为失败而找借口，只要我们做好准备，耐心和小心谨慎的话，我们就会成功找到对的对象的。所以不要因为身边的人都有伴侣了，而急着要找一位对象，没有考虑好或看清楚这一份爱情到底适不适合你。到头来，又是后悔伤心。所以呢，好好耐心得去找。老句话, Happy Valentine's Day and Wish all loving couples all the best =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6039595962740478466?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6039595962740478466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6039595962740478466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6039595962740478466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6039595962740478466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-2.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINE&apos;S DAY 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SZaC7qTngaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FCnzziw9IHw/s72-c/DSC_2741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1471081303237557736</id><published>2009-01-07T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:58:36.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guidelines For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;对基督徒非常有帮助的29条建议 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.下次如果觉得自己了不起时，试试行在水上。&lt;br /&gt;2.当魔鬼提起你的过去时，请提醒牠的未来。&lt;br /&gt;3.你不是幸运，是蒙福。&lt;br /&gt;4.若想要真正活着，得先彻底死去。&lt;br /&gt;5.机会也许只敲一次门，但试探却总是在按门铃。&lt;br /&gt;6.我们常在强壮时，忘了 神。&lt;br /&gt;7.那些只在星期天呼唤'天父'的人，在一星期余下的日子里活得像孤儿。&lt;br /&gt;8.不要以自我为中心，要以基督为中心。&lt;br /&gt;9.没有基督，没有平安；认识基督，得到平安。（No Christ, no peace; know Christ,  know peace）&lt;br /&gt;10.为什么我们不常向朋友提起 神？因为我们不常向 神提起我们的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;11.当把你的一切献给基督，因为祂把祂的一切都给了你。&lt;br /&gt;12.你现在所追求的，值得基督为它死吗？ （好问题…）&lt;br /&gt;13.使你向 神靠近的人，是你真正的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;14. 神爱我们，不是因为我们是怎样一个人，而是因为祂是怎样一位 神。&lt;br /&gt;15. 神的应许像夜空里的星星。夜越深，星星的光芒越亮。&lt;br /&gt;16.没有基督的生命，是无望的尽头。有基督的生命，是无尽的盼望。&lt;br /&gt;17.我虽不知道未来掌管着什么，但我知道谁掌管着未来。&lt;br /&gt;18.把你的重担交给主，让它留在主那里。&lt;br /&gt;19.不要畏惧明天，因为上帝已在那里。&lt;br /&gt;20.当你除了 神，一无所有时，你将知道 神就是你全部的需要。&lt;br /&gt;21.放手交给上帝，别再向 神讲述你的风暴有多大，当向风暴讲述你的 神有多大。&lt;br /&gt;22.能够满足人心的，是造人心的那一位。&lt;br /&gt;23.请常常保持着你心里的光，因为你不知道，谁会借着这光走出黑暗。&lt;br /&gt;24..当我们只顾工作的时候，我们独自工作；当我们祈祷的时候， 神工作。&lt;br /&gt;25.神无所不在，所以我们可以随处祷告。&lt;br /&gt;26.一个没有需要的人永远见不到神迹。&lt;br /&gt;27.敬拜提醒我们生命的价值，但世界却使我们忘记它。&lt;br /&gt;28.步履艰难的时候，别一味的祷告，却不迈向 神要你走的路。&lt;br /&gt;29.祷告会为我们作很多事，忧虑同样可以。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Dad's birthday, but I haven't wish him yet...I think I will call him later. Happy Birthday Dad, I always remember your birthday no matter where I am or where you are. You always in my mind because you're my Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1471081303237557736?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1471081303237557736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1471081303237557736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1471081303237557736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1471081303237557736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidelines-for-me.html' title='Guidelines For Me'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8480777677575420474</id><published>2009-01-06T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:43:38.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference Of Like And Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;喜欢和爱咫尺千里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我朋友开了一个玩笑，但因为我对那个玩笑很敏感所以我就说了老实话变成破坏了那个气氛。大概我是太过于认真吧！很少会有人接受这种的情况，因为我是个很没有趣的人....但是我宁愿做我自己，不想再为了人而改变自己了，目的是为了让人知道我是一个怎样的人。这就是我的缺点吧！EGO~!~不说了，刚刚收到很不错的文章，想记录在我的blog里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你喜欢一个人时，你想和他/她在一起，因为他/她会带给你快乐；离开后，你会想念，想着想着就会笑，然后继续你平静的生活，并期待着与他再一次重逢。当你爱一个人时，你想和他在一起，那是一种牵肠挂肚的舍不得，怕他受委屈，怕他/她不能好好照顾自己；离开后，你也会想念，想着想着叹一口气，"不知他/她现在过的怎样？" 然后你继续你平静的生活，希望他/她早日回到你身边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你喜欢的人在你眼中是天使，无所不能，他/她总会满足你的任性的要求。你爱的人在你眼中是孩子，傻傻的，你不期望他/她做出什么'好事'来，只一味纵容他/她那些让人哭笑不得的举动。你会希望你喜欢的人陪着你，然而你心中想的可能是你爱的人；你会希望陪在你爱的人身边，看他/她在你面前睡得如此安逸甜美毫不设防的样子，你会微笑，会觉得好幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你喜欢的人伤害了你，你会生气，并且一定要让他/她哄着骗着逗你笑你才原谅他/她；你爱的人伤害了你，你只会独自伤心，因为你怕对他/她大吼大叫会吓着他，你忧伤地微笑着，看着他/她的眼睛，一旦发现他/她的眼里流露出歉意和悔恨，你会立即心疼地搂他/她在怀里，那一刻，你也是幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以同时喜欢很多人，你会希望和很多人在一起，但也许很多年后你才发现，原来你爱的就只有那么一个，就那么一个，怎么都不会变，你以为把他/她忘记了，其实只是忙的没空想起而已，对于你喜欢的人，你关注的是他/她的优点；对于你爱的人，你关注的是他/她的缺点，并且，那些缺点如果无关原则的话，它们在你眼里是可爱的，独一无二的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢和爱其实只有一纸之隔，任何爱都从喜欢开始，当有天你突然发现，你喜欢的那个人在你眼中不再完美，而他/她的瑕疵正如月中的桂影一般让你更加依依不舍，你会觉得与他/她光彩照人的一面相比，你更愿意看他在你面前无助的表情，不知道是不是应该祝贺你，总之，你的感情升华了——仰慕不是爱，甚至不是喜欢，当你对一个人只有仰慕之情时，你们在一起便失去了和谐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说爱一个人很累，的确是，因为你想为他承担，可是爱与喜欢相比最大的魅力就在于，当你和爱的人在一起时，你的感觉就像回家了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8480777677575420474?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8480777677575420474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8480777677575420474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8480777677575420474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8480777677575420474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/01/difference-of-like-and-love.html' title='Difference Of Like And Love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5684030494230394105</id><published>2009-01-05T17:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:16:59.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我还是那么地"EGO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I Am Who I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我生活里，说不寂寞是骗人的，现在到我这种年龄时候，我也不能一直做小孩了，所以不能一直都是要人陪了。我最近所体验到的，幸福究竟是什么，可能因为受到太多恩惠，反而无法记得。现在我站在这里，呼吸着，只是如此简单的事情，却奇迹般的察觉到存在于身边的事物，如果不经常留意的话，反而因为太过接近而容易失去。You know the closer you get to something, the tougher it is to see it and I will never take it for granted. 不停追寻着的梦想，决不放弃地寻着。光说些漂亮话的话，可能什么都做不到，把勇气藏于心中，为了明天能够继续生存和活得更美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自从在San Francisco Coffee作工后，就开始会喝咖啡了，对它有一点的见识。其实爱情和咖啡是有点相似。有时候会苦，有时候会甜，种类非常繁多，当你对已经习惯了的口味上瘾了，你就很难去改 变它。不同的温度会有不同的味道。冷有冷的好喝但是热的时候最美味，外国人喜欢喝浓的，但也有的人喜欢喝薄的。它会上瘾，不论是爱情或是咖啡，都很难把它 戒掉。幸好我对咖啡还没有上瘾，不知那种口味才适合我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时光无法带我们回到过去，但音乐能让我们体会到过去的点点滴滴，是很怀念的。２００８年就这样过去了，又要大一岁了，还是一个单身汉，虽然有好多有好感的对象，但并不很了解彼此，不清楚这份爱是否适合自己，大家是否能够长相斯守。就只有祷告，看主为我而预备的是哪一位是最适合我的吧！因为我相信爱是恒久忍耐又有恩慈，爱是不嫉妒，不自夸，不张狂，不做害羞的 事，不求自己的益处，不轻易发怒，不计算人的恶， 不喜欢不义，只喜欢真理；凡事包容，凡事相信，凡事盼望，凡事忍耐。&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;林前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 13:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，这次的生命营对我的生命有很深的冲击及影响。所以我要很注重神的话语因为神的话是引导我们走正路并带领人归向他面前的能力，他不愿一人沉沦，乃愿人人悔改。在圣经里，可以看到耶和华是我的牧者，我必不至缺乏。&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(诗23:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;他使我躺卧在青草地上，领我在可安歇的水边。他使我的灵魂苏醒，为自己的名引导我走义路。&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(诗23:2-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;你的话是我脚前的灯，是我路上的光。&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(诗119:105)&lt;/span&gt; 你要保守你心，胜过保守一切。因为一生的果效，是由心发出。&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(箴4:23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的朋友们对不起了，我还是不会受你们的影响而应酬你们或和你们一起去娱乐。就算你们说我是那么的固执或那么地“EGO” 我还是要做回我自己，学习主的样式。感谢神的恩典﹐愿把崇拜成为馨香的祭﹐恭敬的献在神的祭坛上﹐将一切的荣耀﹐归给在宝座上的父神﹗&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5684030494230394105?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5684030494230394105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5684030494230394105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5684030494230394105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5684030494230394105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/01/ego.html' title='我还是那么地&quot;EGO&quot;'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2451399753155771000</id><published>2009-01-04T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:15:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, I'm Back 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LiFE game Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又回来这繁忙的KL了，时间过得真快，一瞬间我的假期就这样完了。这几个星期在我的hometown里，做了好多事因为不得空所以没有时间在我的部落格 记录下来虽然我的家人还是一样不常陪我，我回来他们就出门旅行所以圣诞节我还是一个人过。感谢主，让我能够好好地利用我的时间。圣诞节过后，我就每天去我 朋友妈妈的家做Cookies。说真的，现代的女生很少会下厨了。I mean cooking and baking. 过后我妈为了弥补就帮我报名了一个生活营，那时的我有点后悔，为什么不拒绝就答应了。所以before我去参加，就和我的旧同学们一起BBQ在我家附近海 边，联谊联谊一下。老样子又是我起火，幸好那些女生还有帮忙，不怕肮脏。吃了好饱，但是还剩下很多食物，所以每个人只好分配拿一点回家。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8k8P5LfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/5TuOysu7vn8/s1600-h/02012009140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8k8P5LfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/5TuOysu7vn8/s320/02012009140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362936622886386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8j7UiGgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JsM9J14bCAQ/s1600-h/02012009115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8j7UiGgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JsM9J14bCAQ/s320/02012009115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362919194040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;第二天，after崇拜就坐船去Limbang,林梦。我们比其他人早一天到那里因为如果是明天就赶不上了，节目已经开始了。当我到了那里，就让我恍然大 悟，原来林梦比我的Labuan还要kampung。但是那里的食物和东西超级便宜，but一分钱一分货。当我到了那边的教堂，林光堂。没有想到比我想象 中的还要美又大。风景因为是在山上所以美到不懂如何形容^^哈哈～只能说上帝的作为何等奇妙啊！那一晚认识了Lawas，老越那一班人。没有想到他们是那 么好动又热情，很高兴能够认识他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8kMVWvlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mIuGFhJzC9g/s1600-h/31122008078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8kMVWvlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mIuGFhJzC9g/s320/31122008078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362923760893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;第三天，吃好早餐就去那里最高的Plaza走走，没有想到，短短的30分钟就让我走完了，好无聊哦～待在那里大约两个钟就回到教堂。哇！开始看到蛮多人 了。然后，Bla...Bla...Bla，一天，两天，三天，节目就结束了，不想透露太多，因为想要你们去参加。说真的，这个营会刚开始，我还以为没什 么特别，但是慢慢地让我觉得很不可思议。幸好，我参加不然的话我会后悔。是在太棒了，没有骗人哦！它的题目是“闯出好未来”，游戏是Life Game, organized by Life Impact Ministries。除此之外，我还认识了不少人，他们都很不错，都蛮热情的。朋友，我会珍惜你们的。Keep In Touch Ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8jDnkUGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/PXc54c3wWsc/s1600-h/31122008083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8jDnkUGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/PXc54c3wWsc/s320/31122008083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362904241492066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;这个营会让我体会不少东西，那就是在我们生命中最重要的是什么。The race of life, The road of life, The runner of life and The reward of life. 我永远不会忘记有一位弟兄所说过的，那就是Linberg弟兄说我们的生命就像时钟“嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒”过去，转眼间我们就老或死了。这让我明白到我们的 一生原来是那么短暂的。还有一位的姐妹，小容姐妹，她的演习一流，深触我心。这些人让我看到主的恩赐是何等得高，能够使他们为主而活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;LiFEgame is about living life and that's where the reality of the real world sets in. Eventually each participant question, "What's the point of life?" and that, is the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;hole point of the LiFEgame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;There is an opportunity to discover God's purpose for living.&lt;/span&gt; So我希望你们能够去参加这个很特别的营会。不要错过...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8jicHiRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rAigY2gs_Ks/s1600-h/01012009102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8jicHiRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rAigY2gs_Ks/s320/01012009102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362912514967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, wish You all Happy New Year ^^ 新的一年新希望新张望还有全新的我^^感谢主给我那么好的礼物~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2451399753155771000?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2451399753155771000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2451399753155771000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2451399753155771000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2451399753155771000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-im-back-2.html' title='KL, I&apos;m Back 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SWB8k8P5LfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/5TuOysu7vn8/s72-c/02012009140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8485268169814353063</id><published>2008-12-24T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:32:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Precious Gift For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH-dKMGdwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_Rch4Ufz_Fs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH-dKMGdwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_Rch4Ufz_Fs/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283614787073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH-x1s1cPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qH0u4jtxCN0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH-x1s1cPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qH0u4jtxCN0/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283970064478450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH_KdhfdfI/AAAAAAAAA6k/aLPzMAIXqKM/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH_KdhfdfI/AAAAAAAAA6k/aLPzMAIXqKM/s320/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284393071179250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O OVERPOWERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH_yVBaU-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/-vsvbdu7Egg/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH_yVBaU-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/-vsvbdu7Egg/s320/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283285077983908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIAFonO4wI/AAAAAAAAA60/tfoogDACS2s/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIAFonO4wI/AAAAAAAAA60/tfoogDACS2s/s320/untitled4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283285409660330754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIAiulsFkI/AAAAAAAAA68/R6RvDv7qkWQ/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIAiulsFkI/AAAAAAAAA68/R6RvDv7qkWQ/s320/untitled5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283285909480674882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIA3-_AUlI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nhe9fBMY_uY/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVIA3-_AUlI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nhe9fBMY_uY/s320/untitled6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286274659078738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Lord's Prayer like you have never seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next 60 seconds, Stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;( Literally it is only One minute!) All you have to do is the following: You simply say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lords Prayer&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, forever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, stop and think and appreciate God's power in your life,&lt;br /&gt;for doing what you know is pleasing to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Wish You all guys Merry Christmas ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8485268169814353063?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8485268169814353063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8485268169814353063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8485268169814353063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8485268169814353063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust-is-very-important-factor-for-all.html' title='A Precious Gift For You'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SVH-dKMGdwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_Rch4Ufz_Fs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8650858097530495435</id><published>2008-12-18T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:58:48.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Secret 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天懒惰用英文来写，很累所以就随便华语写下我所想到的东西。说真的，我觉得我对我的那个朋友是有过分了，是很对不起那个人虽然我没有对那个人做过任何东 西但是没有像以前那么热情。故事是这样的，我对那个人很失望因为那个人不明白我的人为而说了伤到我的话，虽然我知道她不是有意的，应该是开玩笑的，但是就 是心里就是苦因为那个人那样地对我。后来，我还是一样帮那个人，叫我的死党照顾那个人，让那个人住在他的家因为我作工所以没有办法关照那个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心理就一直地说为什么那个人不明白我的心意？明知道我不喜欢去，还劝我去当我说不的时候，那个人就说我很死板，很闷而且很没有趣。当最后一天那个人要离开 时，不知为什么还是要送那个人去机场，当那个人要走时，我只是远远看着那个人一直地走进Departure Hall里，没有跟那个人说出我的不满。过后，我的死党就带我去吃晚餐。到了很多地方都是没有开，我的死党就骂我“衰神”然后就去喝路边摊位蛮著名的苦茶，我朋友就问我“苦不苦？”我就说不苦，没有比我心更苦。然后我就跟我的死党分享我的心事。他就告诉了我一点就是我凭什么要那个人明白我的心意？而且我把期望放得太高了，更加不应该看得起那个人因为我的那个人的认识不够我的死党深所以不能把那个人和我的死党比较。这句话弄醒了我，那时我才发现因为还气所以看不到。幸好我的死党提醒了我因为旁观者清，当第二天起来，我就觉得很对不起那个人虽然那个人一点都不知情。其实我从来没有生气过我那个朋友这样对我， 只是很失望和伤心为什么不能像我的死党明白我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是现在很感谢主，让我身边的人提醒了我这么重要的功课，每个人心中都是会有遇过或尝到苦味，但是当你能突破它时，你就会学到一门很重要人生的功课。不要 把朋友或其他人看得太重也不要以为自己没有错，要时时刻刻反省。当你不能好好静下来时就找一位相信你的人来发泄你的心情当第二天起来时你会觉得不一样的 trust me.So我还是会一样如初对那个人，不论那个人如何对我，最重要的是宁愿天下负我，我也不负天下。Sorry Ya Oren～虽然你还不知道为什么那个时候我闷闷不乐，但是我也是没有打算要告诉你原因，因为这一切已经不重要了，我和你的友谊还是会慢慢建立起来。虽然我的死党告诉我我和你的性格不一样但是我相信我们的友谊会像我和我的死党一样的因为我的性格也是和我的死党相差很远^^虽然我的死党很不错但是我还是没有100%相信他因为我知道他的人为，在某些方面我是比任何人更清楚他了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再过两天就要停工了，回去我的家乡，虽然知道会很闷但还是要回去，帮忙看家因为家人又要去旅行了。说难听点，我只是他们的看门狗，哈哈～其实我是家里的一分子所以我是有责任的。我很会思想但是有时就是说说，好让自己舒服点，但是我知道这是不正确的。OK啦，该停笔了。Sigh~I was using English, can't 100% Chinese  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8650858097530495435?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8650858097530495435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8650858097530495435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8650858097530495435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8650858097530495435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-secret-2.html' title='My Little Secret 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2924645461510241612</id><published>2008-12-16T23:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:35:03.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I Emerged Again In My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Workplace, Juice Lab KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~Finally back to home and wanna start to upload all of these pictures at here...这些照片都是我在作工的时候，他们和我一起拍的在这两个月里，因为我将要stop working了，所以要记住这些时刻。Before I start to introduce my workplace, I wanna to say sorry to the person who I mentioned yesterday. Anyways, I believed that person who also won't come into my blog and read. So I don't mind too but just feel sorry about that and I think I won't treat that person as nice as last time. 希望那个人可以好自为之了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm...How to start ya? Okay, first of all I wanna to introduce my workplace which are San Francisco Coffee Company Juice Lab  KLCC. A lot of people still don't know where am I work and can't find where it's location too because most of the time I weren't stay at counter there and Juice Lab KLCC wasn't famous and familiar to us. Some of people also don't know that Juice Lab is under San Francisco Coffee Company. Below that picture is the location of my workplace and I didn't know that I also inside that picture too ^^ Small counter only, that's why not so busy and I like to work there because I can slack there =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfL7hanotI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QeMDU1dcp-I/s1600-h/PC160120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfL7hanotI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QeMDU1dcp-I/s400/PC160120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413311557935826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally我会在小kitchen里切水果和做sandwich，有时会坐在那边偷懒或看书当我的Manager不在或break time的时候，因为没事做也没地方逛所以就待在里面。有时也偷偷摸摸地讲电话或听歌，&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfN4_vekiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-vSEBDO8wRk/s1600-h/PC160121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfN4_vekiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-vSEBDO8wRk/s200/PC160121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415467182133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;蛮relax一下没有像San Francisco Coffee Restaurant那么忙但是我们这里通常12点到2点会是最忙的时候，因为rush，紧张和忙乱导致我有时会听错所以我会笨手笨脚的做错order.Thank to all of my colleagues who are nice to me all the time. They seldom scolded me maybe I'm new anyways I had remembered their data and secretly photographed their pictures too ^^他们一直问我为什么偷拍他们，我没有告诉他们，只说玩玩而已其实是为了记得他们对我的好...Forever In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfUTG6GggI/AAAAAAAAA4s/KtWq3r1teiY/s1600-h/PC100030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfUTG6GggI/AAAAAAAAA4s/KtWq3r1teiY/s200/PC100030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280422512852107778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is our Manager, Swee Kim who are english educated and can't read chinese but can understand chinese a bit not very well...So normally I talk malay and english with her. She is a very nice girl because she treats each of the employees are very good. While she was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfU1qlT7DI/AAAAAAAAA40/10EhkK4Bkx0/s1600-h/PC160104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfU1qlT7DI/AAAAAAAAA40/10EhkK4Bkx0/s200/PC160104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423106544135218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; angry, she just keep silent there and we can feel the sense of anger ^^ 有时她还会买东西给我们吃，帮助我们当有问题时。虽然她长得不是很美但是她有内在美，温柔体贴，why I said so? 因为当有人受伤时，她会帮忙或无微不至照顾和关心那个人，我有拍到喔～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfYmPPVDJI/AAAAAAAAA48/K_ZTJujywLU/s1600-h/PC160097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfYmPPVDJI/AAAAAAAAA48/K_ZTJujywLU/s200/PC160097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280427239552650386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来就是我们这里的师奶杀手because a lot of aunties always called him " Handsome"  and his name is Nizam who had attended model competition before and because of his age and nervous so he only took fouth. He treated me not bad, sometimes he will bring me go to gym and play game. He taught me a lot of things although I was not good. He is patient and humour guy. The most important thing is we are not racist, he also had bought some food for us too during our busy time. But his attitdude is same as one of my friend because he always talk in sarcastic way and luckily I'm understand so I didn't angry about that ^^我无意中拍了他的照片，不是很好看，大概是他不上镜吧~hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfaVhTuV3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/diYgEunU-jY/s1600-h/PC040035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfaVhTuV3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/diYgEunU-jY/s200/PC040035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429151368402802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next is Kak Juju, she is very good to me because she always talking to me and I felt so relax while I was working with her. But she gonna change her job soon next year. So I think I will miss her very much ^^ she is quite cute and humour too...Besides that, I have never seen her angry before. She is kind-hearted and friendly. That's the reason I like her ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay，长话短说了，不然的话，会有人觉得我很长气。第一位，他人很不错但是因为失恋而导致他变成GAY所以现在他就一直缠着我，最恶心的一次就是他问我要不要和他发生性或帮我打飞机，不知是开玩笑或什 么，所以我每次都不理他。But he really is a nice guy...very friendly, polite, humour, and crazy. Haha~第二个，也是GAY但是他们两个还不是那么严重的那种所以我作工的时候还蛮放心的，奇怪的是他们两个不会互相喜欢，我看他们两个都是女性化吧，因为他们真的很娘当他们讲话的时候。Next one is a girl who is studying same University with me but I never seen her before and I also seldom talk to her during working. But she is quite hardworking during working ^^ After that is that little malay girl who always stick together with Kak Juju, always chit chat during working. Anyways, I'm good to most of them because I never scold or quarrel with them before and they also good to me too. I'm so happy that can work together with them and nice to meet them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcjTtGGrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4hwm_6JtbpY/s1600-h/PC160102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcjTtGGrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4hwm_6JtbpY/s200/PC160102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431587258145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Ah Went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfchH54jiI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RBMVmwy-02w/s1600-h/PC110034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfchH54jiI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RBMVmwy-02w/s200/PC110034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431549730819618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. MieMie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcgvhTJKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Tt5gxfxGGp0/s1600-h/PC100028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcgvhTJKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Tt5gxfxGGp0/s200/PC100028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431543185253538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Adriana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcf0PpAxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/q-zIv-iClL8/s1600-h/PC040037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfcf0PpAxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/q-zIv-iClL8/s200/PC040037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431527273497362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Izaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas is around the corner so KLCC Staffs had arranged and decorated a big christmas tree there but it is old one same as last few years, nothing special.....But there have a nice and special christmas tree which is located in front of Pavilion. So your guys can go there and take a look ^^ Below that one is KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfifheI4EI/AAAAAAAAA50/le-c9Mh82jM/s1600-h/PB280028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfifheI4EI/AAAAAAAAA50/le-c9Mh82jM/s320/PB280028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280438119303798850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before and after&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfktlYaJMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/eUQ7fZh_7Cg/s1600-h/PC160105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfktlYaJMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/eUQ7fZh_7Cg/s320/PC160105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440559894930626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, the only thing that I hate to work at KLCC which is transportation because there are always full of people. Therefore I was late to work and home. So I won't work at KL next time after graduated. Okay time to stop here, I will update my blog again when I'm free =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfks37kgSI/AAAAAAAAA6E/fpV9lXRIRbw/s1600-h/PC110039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfks37kgSI/AAAAAAAAA6E/fpV9lXRIRbw/s320/PC110039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440547694379298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfksobL0-I/AAAAAAAAA58/f1Y0Dcw2M9s/s1600-h/PC110037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfksobL0-I/AAAAAAAAA58/f1Y0Dcw2M9s/s320/PC110037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440543532012514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2924645461510241612?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2924645461510241612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2924645461510241612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2924645461510241612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2924645461510241612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-i-emerged-again-in-my-blog.html' title='Finally I Emerged Again In My Blog'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUfL7hanotI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QeMDU1dcp-I/s72-c/PC160120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4642450610694941363</id><published>2008-12-15T23:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:47:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Thought 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I Am Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBJlk46iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/vG6mV4ExWrU/s1600-h/No1+will+understand+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBJlk46iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/vG6mV4ExWrU/s400/No1+will+understand+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280049614844127778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不知道为什么今天的心情特别低落，应该是某个人的关系吧，没有想到我的知己既然没有替我着想过，原来是不知我的性格是如何的，原来我在那个人的眼里是一个 不太罗曼蒂克，不懂谈恋爱，大男人主义者，太过直率，太古董和太实际的男人。希望那个人能够接受原本的那个我，而不是叫我去改变自己，如果不能就请你不要 跟我辩论。为什么一个人一定要去Clubbing或喝酒？不能又怎样？有错吗？我不喜欢喝酒和抽烟所以不想去那种地方，但是人人都以为我对有喝酒和抽烟的 人有偏见包括那个人在内。而最伤心的就是你劝我去改变我的思想，说我太过大男人主义因为不听劝告。我说了那么多次，原来那个人从来没有为我而着想过。现在 不知如何面对那个人，你需要，帮忙的时候，我都会出现，帮你做功课，聆听当你不高兴的时候，支持你当你需要的时候，但是听到你叫我不要太过正&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBu3_5XYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kgEEfP6S-mg/s1600-h/I%27m+Ordinary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBu3_5XYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kgEEfP6S-mg/s200/I%27m+Ordinary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280050255444401538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;直，叫我去看 一下和体会一下，不要那么死板，说那么多道理做什么？我觉得到你的话好讽刺，心里好难受，没有想到我的知己和我其他朋友是一样的。我已经告诉过了你，为什么你不记得呢？没有对你不满因为我知道，我所付出的从来没有要任何的回报，只是要找一个知心人。但现在觉得你应该不再是了。我看我没有把那个人介绍错人，因为我的死党跟你的性格是同等的，不会像和我那么辛苦的，你们好好的相处，Good Luck吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不说了，其实我有好多东西要写的如：在工作的时候如何被客人责骂，买新电话后的感想，在PC FAIR里所发生过的事，我的心情如何当听到我的死党出车祸，如何为了死党而牺牲，如何帮我的死党追会他的女友，为什么最后一天我会为了我的Manager而放弃我的Off Day,代替她而作？为什么我会请我的Manager和那些Staffs在Chilis Bar, Steak &amp;amp; Restaurant里吃，还有好多好多，但是不知如何开始写，没有心情去写，好累，希望我能够好起来，虽然我不是小气，但是就是伤心当发现到原来那个人不是我的知己，不想那个人再带着面具和我呵哩哈啦的...大概是我think too much了，太过over了，maybe I'm too EMO但这就是我，原本的我，和我生活会好辛苦的，好闷的，好无聊的，这就是平凡的我。再过一个星期，就不再作工了，所以明天我应该会post my workplace's picture at here as my remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBXP1eb5I/AAAAAAAAA4M/i0o4Q3HiAsE/s1600-h/My+thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBXP1eb5I/AAAAAAAAA4M/i0o4Q3HiAsE/s200/My+thought.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280049849526284178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;还有一件事就是开始想念某个人了，不知那个人过得如何，好久没有听到那个人的声音了，好久没有看到那个人的脸了，也好久没有和那个人说话了，不知那个人还记得那么平凡的我吗？没有也不重要，因为我只是每个人生命中擦肩而过或甲乙丙丁而已。需要我，我就会随时随地来，不需要我，我会离间而去。不知我的生命还 能耐多久，空手得来，空手得走，不用烦什么，最重要的是宁愿天下负我，我也不负天下...Okay gonna stop here and update my blog tomorrow again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4642450610694941363?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4642450610694941363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4642450610694941363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4642450610694941363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4642450610694941363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-random-thought-2.html' title='My Random Thought 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUaBJlk46iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/vG6mV4ExWrU/s72-c/No1+will+understand+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7366240217637375923</id><published>2008-12-12T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:50:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><content type='html'>Good Morning to everyone and myself too ^^ Today is a special day for me. Why said so? This is because I have to do a lot of things and it is very important for me. First, 12/12 is my lovely Mum's birthday, and then is also one of my friend's wedding so I have to attend her wedding tonight. Lastly, I will buy my new handphone today. 真的会买because my old phone really brought a lot of troubles for me this few years. 终于可以换新的了，虽然有点对不起她，陪她这么久了，既然就一走了之，抛弃了她。希望她不会怪我的狠心，我是逼不得而的，为了我的将来，是真的要牺牲掉一些东西的。再见了，我会珍惜我们以前这么久的感情和相处的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到这里，这就是我们人间常情，为什么我这么说呢？人会因为乏味，讨厌，或拥有后，而不好好珍惜，嫌弃或喜新厌旧。不论是家人，爱人，情人，物质，还有生活上的每个细节。所以说，爱是需要付出的，不论以后如何，都要痴心不变，说起来是真的比做容易但是我们人要时时刻刻地提醒自己，做人不可太贪心不然会后悔自己曾经拥有的不好好珍惜。Okay, gonna stop here...Time to go Lowyat and PC Fair. Update my blog soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7366240217637375923?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7366240217637375923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7366240217637375923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7366240217637375923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7366240217637375923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2582856480595052212</id><published>2008-12-11T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:12:58.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blah~Blah~Blah~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I have the time to update my blog. Yea, I had finished my first and last exam on last tuesday. Because of my laziness, I didn't update my blog but I also didn't do other things, just reading,watching movies and surfing net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今天我蛮倒霉的，作工的时候，割水果不小心就割到自己的手指头，流了好多血。作为一个男子汉，流血不流泪，虽然没有哭但是毕竟是我的肉嘛当然会觉得痛啦，虽然包扎得不是很好看但是好过没有。手指头受伤了，所以好多事都不能做，也很不方便如冲凉，穿衣服，还有typing...现在才体会到原来我们人的每个部分都很重要，所以不要小看了它的重要性。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558591057356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUE1ElIPZSI/AAAAAAAAA38/P3IWVQVICqU/s400/PC110035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;除此之外，我还不见了我的雨伞在LRT Train 里，忘记拿当到了最后一个station, 真是粗心大意，那么不小心，haiz～又要买一把雨伞了，再过一个星期，我就要回去我那无聊又闷的家乡了，而且也是我停工的时候了。该是我休息的日子了，作工得那么辛苦就是为了要买我自己要的东西，因为不想靠家人，所以自己半工半读在我的short semester里。很多人都问为什么不跟你的爸妈讨钱？其实我想多学一点东西和吸取一点经验而已。不想每次都是靠父母而生活^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...I gonna stop here and I will update my blog as soon as possible...Oh, I also will post some pictures of my workplace here as remembrace before Christmas ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2582856480595052212?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2582856480595052212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2582856480595052212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2582856480595052212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2582856480595052212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SUE1ElIPZSI/AAAAAAAAA38/P3IWVQVICqU/s72-c/PC110035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8101600288656168112</id><published>2008-12-04T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:28:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Treasure 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney Movies Is The Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Today I was so happy that I had found my Final Year Project Supervisor who is Mr. Ananthan and Thanks to him very much...because he had reserved last place for me. He is one of the best lecturer in my University due to his attitude and knowledge. Sir, I will try my best to do my Final Year Project and won't let you disappointed. And then, this will be my last post because my final exam are around the corner so I have to stop posting until my final exam was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to share one thing with all of you. Last Wednesday night, I was going to watch this "Bolt" with Vincent after work at 11:30pm and we were laughing out loud throughout this movie. It's a very fun, touched and sad story. Few times I laughed, few times I had watery eyes, and this movie "Bolt" is totally conquered my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/STgFCI0WqzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/954ZpHexICU/s1600-h/Bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/STgFCI0WqzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/954ZpHexICU/s400/Bolt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972497749486386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bolt, an American White Shepherd, has lived his whole life on the set of his action TV show, where he believes he has superpowers because he plays a super-powered pup on TV, he actually has super-powers.  This isn't Bolt's fault, the director wants Bolt method acting so everyone, including his owner Penny, keeps him in the dark. When separated from the studio by accident due to he accidentally gets packaged and shipped to New York city in pursuit of his owner. This is when the story unfolds, and he goes through a transitional period where he learns that he is as super as every other dog. His disbelief of his abilities being non existent fuels a lot of different emotional changes, and eventually comes to a reality of who he really is. However he meets a female alley cat named Mittens and a hamster named Rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, he learns that he doesn't have superpowers and that the show is not real. There he confronts the perils of a new environment, where his "super-bark" and "Six Million Dollar Dog"-type powers, which he believes to be real, are useless. This brings us to the question of realism. And It's fun for me to see Bolt ram his head into a fence or a metal crate, over and over. I like watching this Bolt movie because it is entertaining, touching,humoring and genuine as any other great animated films that have more than meets the eye....I have a good time when watching that movie but I also get that mushy feeling from its heartfelt story and it make me nearly to cry. No matter how tough you think you are, the themes of friendship, family, loyalty will always get you every single time. Definitely a must-see!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/STgFMXHwqLI/AAAAAAAAA30/OORH_EatznU/s1600-h/Bolt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/STgFMXHwqLI/AAAAAAAAA30/OORH_EatznU/s400/Bolt+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972673387669682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nonetheless, "Bolt" is one of Disney's best films from the last 10 years, and is not to be missed. Believe to my taste if you're trust me. Disney has created some lovable characters who will definitely win the hearts of millions. Congrats to the entire Disney Animation studio, well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8101600288656168112?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8101600288656168112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8101600288656168112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8101600288656168112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8101600288656168112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-i-treasure-4.html' title='Something I Treasure 4'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/STgFCI0WqzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/954ZpHexICU/s72-c/Bolt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-9001021817012099107</id><published>2008-12-01T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:50:31.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My True Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHEAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one of my friends who asked me:"Peter, why long time I didn't see you in church? What happen to you? Are you still sad about your past? Are you busy? Or You are fall in love with someone? I just remain silent, keep smiling and never reply....但在我心里却说:" Please lah, don't ask me these kind of question...I'm fine and I know how to take care myself. Thanks for your care."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;老实说：“我以前是很沮丧因为我的往事，但是现在没有了，很高兴幸好当初对她死心了，不然的话我一定活得更辛苦。感谢主的恩典，把不好的东西从我身边拿去。原来才知道那个女的是那么地花心，一直更换男友，让我觉得好CHEAP，真的好CHEAP!虽然我的口音有点rude但是我是实话是说，幸好我换了我的URL and she also can't understand chinese too...Muahahaha~每次都是说我不成熟，原来从头到尾都是她，自以为自己比我成熟...说出来真爽，女生女生好好得选一个喜欢你的人，不要那么花心得更换因为会让人看不起的和恶心，男生也不例外，自己想想谁会去抱很多人抱过的枕头？二手或三手不用紧，如果五六个就要好好得反省一下了。是自己的问题还是自己的眼光不好，作人要谨慎从事，不要像畜生一样，不会思想...因为读过一张文章，所以让我领悟了一点那就是因为我只是失去了一个不爱我的人，而她却失去了一个爱她的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，一个失恋的人在公园哭泣。这时位哲学家走来，轻声的问他说:"你怎么啦?为何哭的如此伤心?" 失恋的人回答说:"呜~~我好难过为何她要离我而去"，不料这为哲学家却哈哈大笑。并说"你真笨" 失恋的人便很生气的说:"你怎么这样?我失恋了，已经很难过。你不安慰我就算了，还骂我。" 哲学家回答他说;傻瓜.这根本就不用难过啊。真正该难过的应该是她。因为你只是失去了一个不爱你的人，而她却失去了一个爱她的人.这样了解了吗!? 失去一个不珍惜你的人，并没什么好难的.....因为你还有机会...再次遇到那个得珍惜你的人.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人的一生中，会遇到千千万万各式各样的，爱上一个人不需要靠努力，只需要靠「际遇」，是上天的安排，「持续地爱个人」就要靠「努力」。感情就像一条线，双互相的拉着，不管哪方太轻或太用力，都有可能会断或是松开，那么当你在寻找你感情线另一端的Mr Right/Miss Right时，就应该要谨慎。或许你我有很多条感情线，可供你我不断的试探，可或许在断后，你我没有那个勇气及心力再去拾起另一条感情线。不管如何，你我在选择时，就必须要考量到所有...像我，我有很多喜欢的对象，但是不知哪一个人才是我真正的伴侣，哪一个才是真正爱我的人，哪一个才是带给我幸福的，喜欢归喜欢，能不能幸福又是另一回事。我不喜欢每天都对着动不动就吵架或指指摘摘的女人，一点点就说分手，以为很好玩，一点都不看中我们的感情。男生女生想清楚才开始去追吧！不要让爱情冲昏了，Fall in love 往往就是被爱情冲昏了因为是掉进爱情坑里，所以是看不清楚的爱情，麻木的。However Good Luck to every couples and singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EXAM COMING SOON~ Pray for me Please....Thanks You Very Much =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-9001021817012099107?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/9001021817012099107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=9001021817012099107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9001021817012099107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/9001021817012099107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-true-face.html' title='My True Face'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1061788377215961578</id><published>2008-11-29T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:28:43.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interestingly Breaking Up Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrote And Replied With The Letter Are Creativeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm back....Long time didn't update my blog so have to write something. Today I received an email from my friend, it is very interesting and make sense too. I think some of you may read it before but I also have to post it here to share with all of my friends. I translated it from chinese to english so if have any grammartical mistaken, please forgive me ^^ If you like it then please treat nicely to your future/current boy/girl friend who also treat you nicely too...Hope this can remind me too =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Boy asks for break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask you to resign my couple's duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than a year that serving in this lover position, I have to study hard and dedication, well-being for you, guess your needs carefully, meet all your demands. Comfort you all the time in providing emotional, give you the feeling of being loved. For examples, in the action, waiting, transport, accompanied, all of these just a more basic work only. Although not handling the financial, but I have to take responsibility for all the bill such as  buy gifts to please your review. This is because as a competent "Tender Lover" need to be considerate, but also broad-minded. I can't angry and jealous too when I listen to you mentioned or appreciated the other men about their  generous and goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that time when just start my job position, do not know how to handle my roles, made several mistakes and dare to quarrel with you. Therefore, you want to fired me in several times, luckily I guaranteed that the non-repetition of the premise, then you just give me the observation period. These days, after thinking, thank you for giving me this opportunity. But I do not suited to this role, I would like to apply for back to the friend sector. I see that you treated your colleagues nicely in the department. Smile and chit chat with them, sometimes will treat them a meal, a little envious of them. Flexible working hours, no need to call with, do not drive and fetch, do not have to pay the bill, no gifts, I do not have to face the cold side of you. I can see sun-like smile, to hear your humor conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am a lover of accounting for the empty space, in addition to the increased responsibilities not any special treatment. No sweet talk, no more than a little concerned, no gifts, no ... This decision to resign from office, as to whether or not you are willing to let me move to other department?I will respect and  awaiting the ruling of you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, a dedicated staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The girl replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to the transfer of your department's proposal, after the parents of directors will meet to discuss the following resolution to your matter: Because when you interview for the post of couple, the standards and requirements of friends are totally different in the beginning, Although the performance of your trial period are bad and  close to being expelled, but you read in begging and vowed to show that you can be improved and changed your habit, therefore I keep remaining you in the department. Couple's belonging to the full time job and friends is part-time only. Both are totally different in the department and of course, the relative responsibilities of work are different too because in couple's sector is more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the pay and benefits to ensure better than friends. There are couple's massage, kiss, hug and participate in family gatherings, accompanied by cooking supper with the dividend and well-being, There are very good promotion can be promoted to her husband, father, grandfather's ... these are definitely not found in the friends sector in the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as a result of the current department does not need a friend, lover is an important job for me. So not found a new job or an agent, I hope I can turn you to the lover backup sector before the handover, because you do not have to face the boss every day, you should be able to allow for the time being with the responsibility of the pressure in not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this lover position was able to transfer or someone can handle this duties, then you can turn to soul mate's department. By then, of course, if there is lack of friends departments, I can turn you to friends, or you want to leave also can, of course, voluntary resignation, and there is no severance payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your efforts for more than a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, on behalf of the members of the Board of Directors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1061788377215961578?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1061788377215961578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1061788377215961578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1061788377215961578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1061788377215961578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/11/interestingly-breaking-up-letter.html' title='Interestingly Breaking Up Letter'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1251750187868233262</id><published>2008-11-24T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:30:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;一支口红，让她的婚姻走到了尽头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SSmujlrj6tI/AAAAAAAAA3k/uVCP5BOnn-A/s1600-h/Lipstick1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271936765247351506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SSmujlrj6tI/AAAAAAAAA3k/uVCP5BOnn-A/s320/Lipstick1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;一次商务洽谈会，双方代表围坐在圆桌前谈事宜，她同往常一样做会议记录，当拿起纸杯轻呷一口茶时，鲜红的唇印印在了杯沿上，她十分不好意思地将沾了口红那一面转向自己。 这一幕被对方的女秘书发现了。她去洗手，碰见了那个女秘书： “你口红的颜色漂亮，可惜印在杯上就不太雅观了，我们做秘书的代表一个公司的形象，是不可以那些廉价口红的。 “ 对方转身关上门的瞬间，泪水从她脸上流下来。婚后，为了住上更舒适的房子，钱成了生活的重心，她的衣饰和化妆品只占了日常开销的极少一部分，口红多是30日左右一支的，她从没在乎过它的价格，但是今天，她严重地感觉到自尊心受挫。 她没有跟丈夫讲起这件事，只是在心里开始埋怨他的无能，她同他可说的共同语言越来越少了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天，她同他路过一家豪华商场，正巧搞妆品促销，热情的小姐拉住了她介绍一法国知名品牌的口红，口红涂在她的嘴上生动靓丽，最大的优点是不褪色，不沾杯这令她十分心动，她几乎下定了决心要它。他看出了她的心思，掏出皮夹问价钱，小姐说活动期间8折销售688元。他的手突然停在了那里。他看了她一眼，她立即有种受伤的感觉，转身挤出人群，他在后追她，她和他发生了第一次最伤彼此自尊心的争吵。一支口红，让她觉得她和他的姻走到了尽头。 他们离了婚。后来，她嫁给了一个商人，婚那天，前夫送给了她一份礼物，她没拆开便将它放进了抽屉的角落。新的婚姻带给她极大的物质满足，她终于过上了她要的生活，从衣服到化妆品没有一样不名牌。 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271936243893479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SSmuFPfHJoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rwxZR0k4its/s400/Lipstick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;有一天，她从丈夫的衬衫领口发现了一个鲜红的唇印，所有关于丈夫晚归的底都揭开了。她质问丈夫，丈夫一把推她厌烦地说： “你安心做你的太太就行了，别的事最好少管，不要耍你的高傲，你初跟我结婚还不是看上我的钱。 ”他摔而去，许多天都没有回来。她在丈夫眼里不过是个寄生虫。 她失去了她的第二次婚姻。 整理衣物时，她发现了再婚时被她扔进抽的那件礼物，她拆开包装，竟是那天她他在商场看上的那支口红。卡上写着：我从没想过我们分手竟是因为一支口红，但现在再说这些已没有任何意义，还是祝你新婚快乐吧，愿这支口红带给你好运。 后来，她在一次电视专访中看到了他，他是国内有名的化妆品经销商。主持人问为什么用口红做主打品牌时？他无限地伤感： 「因为没有人知道，我曾因一支口红去了一段婚姻。那支口红其实只要388元但是当时我很穷，没能给她买。我不知道那支口红对她的意义，她曾因一支廉价的红唇印印在杯沿而遭人耻笑，这极大地害了她的自尊心，所以对那样一支不沾杯的口红是十分向往的，我不知道，直到她婚的前一天才听她的一个好友说起，所以我买了那支口红给她，但是一切都太晚了，她已经是别人的太太了，从那天起，我决定经销口红，一种不沾杯但能被大多女孩子买得起的口红... ... 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪水一滴一滴落在他送给她的那支口红上.......人生就是这样，不懂地珍惜，当后悔的时候就已经太迟了。感谢我的一位朋友虹宁,让我读到这篇文章在Friendster Buletin里，好让我懂得如何领悟。有钱的好也有没有钱的好，中等最好所以做人要有原则，不要太过分，懂得分寸，好好得思想才是明智的选择^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1251750187868233262?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1251750187868233262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1251750187868233262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1251750187868233262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1251750187868233262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-for-thought-3.html' title='Food For Thought 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SSmujlrj6tI/AAAAAAAAA3k/uVCP5BOnn-A/s72-c/Lipstick1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8247112226459602107</id><published>2008-11-23T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:52:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Christian Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boring day, nothing to do and staying at my friend's house there.....Yesterday, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will be very free due to no work. Hope I can have something to do....Today I was overslept and get up so late so I didn't go to church. Last night my friend was drunk, so I was in charge to send my friend back home from Poppy and there are serious traffic jam. Therefore, we reached home at 3:45am. I'm not really understand why those people like to go clubbing or pub. For entertainment? Enjoy? Fun? Girls? Guys? or Themselves? Anyways, just let it be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生的光彩在哪里？早上醒来，光彩在脸上，充满笑容的迎接未来。到了中午，光彩在腰上，挺直腰杆的活在当下。到了晚上，光彩在脚上，脚踏实地的做好自己。原来人生很简单，只要能懂得「珍惜、知足、感恩」你就拥有了生命的光彩。 所以何必去灌醉自己呢？应该我不太明白，但是时候到了我应该有一天会明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好东西要跟大家分享，生命就该浪费在美好的事物上，当你遇见美好的事物时所要做的事，就是把它分享给你四周的人。这样，美好的事物才能在这个世界上，自由自在的散播开来...凡事可做？但并不是都有益处。凡事可行？但并不每件事都有利于人。每人都不该只关心自己，而应为与别人着想(可6:47-52 &amp;amp;林前12:31)我最近不常去团契了，不知为什么，就是不想去。很多人都说是我的问题，我和人的关系不好，不够热衷于信仰，或我和上帝的关系疏远了。但是谁会比我自己更清楚呢？他们每次都自以为自己很了解别人，但是他们永远都不知道其实当人最需要帮忙的时候，不是你我提出解决的方法，而是要别人可以听他们的倾诉，体会他们的感受，赞同他们。就这样，我感受不到他们的爱，因为他们所做的都是虚假的，原来才明白为什么那些非基督徒会说我们基督徒很虚假，假心假意，不够坦白从宽。哈哈说到这里，我看那些很属灵的人会开始说我是一位走火入魔的基督徒了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然忘记哪一本书了，但是圣经有说过我，你或她可会说世上各种语言~甚至天使的话~如果没有爱，我的话就像会鸣的锣和响的钹一样。我若使有先知讲道才华或是有各样知识能够洞悉各类奥秘~也有坚强信心能够倒海移山~若是没有爱，那算不了什么，我即使把所有都奉献~甚至牺牲自己生命让人夸赞~如是没有爱，我所做的仍然没有好处。爱乎常备忍耐,爱者恩赐仁慈,爱也不歧视弱小，非蛮横夸念，爱勿任意妄为，勿怕羞气馁，勿贪求己欲，勿轻易发怒，爱不心怀仇恨，爱不喜欢不义，爱事乐随真理，爱能包容，爱能有信心，爱有盼望，爱要耐性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we Christians often have to remind ourselves that our prayers「我们在天上的父、愿人都尊你的名为圣。愿你的国降临。愿你的旨意行在地上、如同行在天上。我们日用的饮食、今日赐给我们。免我们的债、如同我们免了人的债。不叫我们遇见试探．救我们脱离凶恶。因为国度、权柄、荣耀、全是你的直到永远、啊们~」&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8247112226459602107?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8247112226459602107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8247112226459602107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8247112226459602107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8247112226459602107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-random-thought.html' title='My Random Thought'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2635958029398220472</id><published>2008-11-14T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:45:35.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Joke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper, Scissors, Rock And More - Folks Game Re-Invent By Rojaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on http://rojaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/paper-scissors-rock-and-more-folks_20.html but I don't have any emotion after i read it...don't know why ^^ Anyways Just want to share it with all my friends. Have A blessed days. And Yes, I am recovered from my sick ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember this game we used to play as a kid ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Paper, Scissors &amp;amp; Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; thats the name we call them. Today I m gonna take a step down memory lane and re-visit this game with a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;additional touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;21st century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have here a few buddy of mine who will help me with this presentation. I present to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Satam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr. Tariq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr. Judge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr. Misai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lemme start with the basic like what is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Paper, Scissors and Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and the hand sign to it. Please remember this clearly ok? this is bcoz later in the post you will actually see them being put to practical use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, lets us start with the basic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Satam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; will show you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;basic hand gestures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that represents the 3 basic element of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Paper, Scissors and Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/364410/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/322734/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the sign for Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/145526/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/301960/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sign for Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/504256/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/92439/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the sign for Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thats covered the basic part of this game, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Satam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and his buddies will demostrate to you how the whole game is being play with a little twist from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;21st century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/781023/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/848307/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/62175/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/495313/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/273458/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/511587/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/686089/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/400/646784/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6222/815/1600/59145/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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If you have any further question to ask regarding how to use this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Tiger Claw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; more effectively please feel free to contact the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;President of Tigress club Malaysia &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://chanlilian.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lilian Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or their VP &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://allofhelen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Helen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anoder Folks story bought to you by Rojaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pikchures Courtesy of : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mahagurusia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mahagurusia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via : &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.rockpapersaddam.com/"&gt;rockpapersaddam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Satam and his buddies were not hurt in the making of this comic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2635958029398220472?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2635958029398220472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2635958029398220472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2635958029398220472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2635958029398220472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-joke.html' title='Another Joke?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3666201518284996270</id><published>2008-11-06T14:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:57:23.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Be Loved 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love Is Not Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKWqylshXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dzLmWdqYURY/s1600-h/Able+To+Love+In+One+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKWqylshXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dzLmWdqYURY/s400/Able+To+Love+In+One+Days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265436576228083058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my workplace, I met a lot of different kinds of person...有美的，有丑的，有帅的，也有肥的，不同不同的人格也有，different characteristics, attitudes, faces, height, weight, appearance,  wealth, health, and religion too ^^ This few days, I'm pretty fine at my work and study. Everything are fine and good. Nothing special....A lot of my friends asked me "There are beautiful girls there? Do you recognise these beautiful girls?" I didn't say anything其实有美女，不同国家的也有如日本，中国，韩国，德国，澳洲，美国，意大利，其他忘记了。她们都很热情和温柔但是没有美女来要我的电话，只有GAY佬来找我而已，不知为什么他们会对我有感觉但是因为不要得罪客人所以不理他们只是微笑而已。除此以外，有一次做工的时候.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Darling, why you not looking these pretty girls?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Not interesting...I seldom look&lt;br /&gt;B: Darling, you ada girlfriend kah?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Tak ada&lt;br /&gt;B: Mustahil...I cannot believe unless you're GAY&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Haha~~~Maybe but I'm not interesting on Gay too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多人都不相信我没有女朋友，不知道为什么会令人以为我会有女朋友。是的，以前是有，但是现在没有了。就是短短的三个月，不只算不算是谈恋爱呢？I don’t know其实自从我初恋没有后我就不再那么想开始新一段的恋情，想好好冷静一下，因为我发觉我还不够有资格去谈恋爱，也有人说我在等待着她，那就错了，其实她已经另有男朋友了当我放弃的时候。比我想想中的还快，也感到庆幸无意中被我发现。爱不容易，说到我的初恋就是我最后悔的一件事，都已经快一年了。因为我的自以为是造成我生命中最遗憾的事。虽然我最早期的post一直都写着，所以我不想在这里提起了。其实我和她拍拖是错误的开始，因为不够了解，不够成熟，太过 冲动，所以就 投入这一段的爱情。发生了很多问题，虽然我都很耐心地面对，从来都不会一脚踏两条船但是我也是不喜欢对方一脚踏两条船，因为爱情是双方的，所以当对方面的只要一边倒了，没有兴趣了，另一边就也很快垮不论多坚强（对不起，我不像电影那么伟大）。就这样我才发现她不适合我then就放弃等待她了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKXoZ894SI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GGd9gzZf-G0/s1600-h/Love+is+Not+easy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKXoZ894SI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GGd9gzZf-G0/s400/Love+is+Not+easy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265437634766692642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;失恋到最后，最麻烦和伤心的时候，原来是可以看得出来的，那时的我好傻，每晚闭着眼的时候，眼泪就一直狂流...总之，有人快乐有人忧愁。年轻人就是这样，冲动去爱，还没弄清楚，便很快地投入一段的爱情，完全 没看清楚这份爱是否适合自己，大家是否能够长相斯守。因为那一种突然而来的冲动令我们很想倾出一切情感，好想拥抱爱。尤其是女孩子，一般来说都比较感性， 很容易冲动。但是我们不可以轻视爱情这东西，一定要持一个严肃的态度来看待它。实在太多年轻人受到浪漫感觉的影响，一时迷惘而投入一段爱情，感情付出了是 很难收回甚至出卖自己的肉体。当你发觉后悔又已经太迟了，痛苦，是痛苦的。爱是恒久忍耐和绝对尊重，所以当我们要进入一段爱情的时候，，我们一定要先给对 方多一点时间去看清楚，深入了解，耐心守候因为爱也许不易。我的年级还小，所以没有必要这么早便决定相爱的对象。我会先跟我喜欢的人做个好朋友，友谊永固，多花一点时间来 证明大家的爱，因为我相信神一定会把最好的东西给我们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一位牧师说到其实爱是很美丽的事，当爱在痛苦里面有人支持，有人关心。当我们在人生的路上一个人的时候，你感到孤单寂寞有人在你旁边安慰扶持着你。当你失败的时候，有人来会鼓励你是很美好的。但因为人不懂得怎样把这一份的爱好好得管理，结果留下很多很多的伤害。我们有没有留意到人的爱到底是怎样的呢？很多人常常还没有看内在美就先看外在美所以有一首歌叫“Love At First Sight” 世人就是这样的了，因为这就是事实，这是可以接受的，因为有谁会见到对方的脸是很丑有难看的，而说我爱她？是不是？除非他自己也是和她的长相是一样的。所 以爱不是单单看表面，真正的恋爱也是，它不是那么的浪漫虽然爱是包含浪漫但是不单单这些。真正的爱是要忍受对方，一些好像我们不能接受的事，真正的爱是和 对方一起走人生的路，是一生一世的，这就是我的信仰基督徒的宣言。恋爱不只是为了要别人可以听我的倾诉，身为我的感情的垃圾桶，而是为了走这条路，互相扶 持，互相关心和互相劝勉。是的，对方的不好我们好像是可以改变对方，但是有一天当我们发现我们不能改变对方时，我们就只好改变我们自己接受对方，这就是真正的爱。爱是不会受伤害的，爱是要付出代价的，爱是有眼泪的，但是很可惜因为现在很多人都不能接受这个爱的定义结果当不合宜的时候就分开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样我的谈恋爱最终的目的是结婚，而我的婚姻观也是一生一世，不能离婚的。我常告诉我自己我的生命中的伴侣一定是一位基督徒，如果不是我就会让她信主后才交往。如果不能的话，就做好朋友了。因为让上帝参与我们的爱情故事中是我最渴望的一件事，别无所求。［我们爱，因为神先爱我们。约翰一书４：１９］&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKX00CNoHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/n2gKKFnO_dg/s1600-h/Praying+In+Faithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKX00CNoHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/n2gKKFnO_dg/s400/Praying+In+Faithful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265437847926448242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;「我的灯需要油，求主常赐下，使我灯永远发亮，每个基督徒相信耶稣之后，并不代表不需要面对困难，但是每次遇上困难的时候，我们可以求神加添我们的智慧和力量，由神来带领我们走过判荆棘路。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog web link from &lt;a href="http://loverbunnies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://loverbunnies.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; because I believed that Our Human Love not only You and I but also include our God. Therefore I change to Three In Loves ^^ and besides that I will seldom to update my blog start from today onwards ^^ LAZY =) So May God Bless You All and have a nice days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-3666201518284996270?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3666201518284996270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3666201518284996270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3666201518284996270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3666201518284996270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-and-be-loved-5.html' title='Love and Be Loved 5'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SRKWqylshXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dzLmWdqYURY/s72-c/Able+To+Love+In+One+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7912419302656722347</id><published>2008-10-28T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:09:28.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater Or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back From KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, today is the first week of work at KLCC. The busy day has finally passed. I felt so excited and enjoyable but quite tired. Anyways, today, I encountered one thing after my off work which is &lt;span class="trans"&gt;one who solicits alms for a living. &lt;/span&gt;放工了，肚子很饿所以就买了sandwich回家吃因为都已经１０pm了所以懒惰吃油腻的食物。当我赶着要坐LRT的时候，突然有一位３０多岁的妇女来跟 我讨钱，说没有钱买食物，而且朋友还没有来所以要跟我借着钱先。我一听就知道是CHINA PEOPLE了，then I rejected it but看她可怜，演得那么逼真所以就给了她我的sandwich，虽然这已经是很多次了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次都是不同的人，不同的方式，不同的地方，但是我还是一样 施舍，不知为什么，就是施比受更为有福。我不会每次都给钱，如果你有手有脚的，为什么自己不去赚钱呢？卖身也好，卖屁股也好，好过每天都跟人讨钱。如果你 说肚子饿，我就会陪你去吃而不会给你钱如果我得空的话。虽然如此，我也看过很多人到处跟人讨钱，说他们是慈善机构的人，需要我们的帮忙希望我们能够出一点 钱。换着是我，我不会捐任何一分一毛的因为我不相信。如果他们真的那么好心的话不如去跟人家打工然后把那些钱捐给慈善机构，是不是？何必浪费时间跟人说那 么多话为了区区那几十刀块钱呢？还有一次有个瞎子在LRT走，既然没有人乐意去扶他，因为不忍心所以我就扶他一直到他进LRT，已经不是第一次了，所以要 行善不如多留意我们周围的人，不要假猩猩做好人好事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the earlier, that China Woman is not so pretty so I do not think that I helped her because of her beauty. Because If she is beautiful, not long ago my turn to help hers. So today can consider as my bad luck or good thing to do? Haha...I don't care about it, because I'm hungry now...okay gonna stop here. Going to cook myself to fill my stomach ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7912419302656722347?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7912419302656722347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7912419302656722347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7912419302656722347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7912419302656722347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheater-or-not.html' title='Cheater Or Not?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2385208639708274345</id><published>2008-10-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:30:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Work, Work And Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[During working]&lt;br /&gt;A: Hello Peter, penat kah?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: No, tak penat...&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, Kalao penat bagi Kak tahu ya.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Today is my 2nd day working my part time job at KLCC. After my class then I took LRT to my workplace. 太早到了，所以没事做就开始帮他们。I love and enjoy my job very much because staffs here quite polite and friendly including my manager too. They willing to teach me step by step and one by one even though I not very understand. Yea, my mind can't absorb so fast therefore can't handle all the job in one time but 他们还是一样那么地照顾着我，其实我也知道过久了就会给人骂了如果还是做不好. Anyways, I'm not very tired today but my legs felt quite pain due to whole day standing here and there. Hehehe, a lot of my friends still can't guess what kind of jobs that I working now. I don't want to tell first because I dislike people come to disturb me while I'm working due to I'm still fresh there. So sorry ya my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I hate to work at KLCC because of LRT always full of people. My salary not so high also but no choice, that's the job I can found. But I won't give up and hopefully I can work until my short semester end. Okay gonna stop here, time to wash my uniforms and then sleep. Update my blog soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2385208639708274345?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2385208639708274345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2385208639708274345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2385208639708274345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2385208639708274345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/10/unknown-title.html' title='Unknown Title'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4051928820409175153</id><published>2008-10-18T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:13:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I treasure 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This Is What Love Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back^^ Yea, long time never update my blog due to my laziness. Sorry about that, first of all...I wanna to say that I will gonna to start my part time job in KLCC this coming tuesday. 好不容易才通过两个interviews，虽然很简单但是很浪费时间，so I dislike this kind of procedures ^^ but anyways, thanks to my friend very much who help me a lot.  This semester only have 1 subject, so freaking free and bore....Therefore I always watching movies, reading books and online at home. Today, I gonna to introduce this Movie which is quite old for all of us but I love it, because this one damn near had me in tears. And it wasn't even sad. I never knew what a feel-good film was until I saw this in the afternoon alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SPmD-mUiA9I/AAAAAAAAA24/AJ-pqe53ezY/s1600-h/50FirstDates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SPmD-mUiA9I/AAAAAAAAA24/AJ-pqe53ezY/s400/50FirstDates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258379151393555410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;50 First Dates is a 2004 romantic comedy starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. Henry Roth (Adam Sandler) is a wildlife veterinarian in Hawaii and a man afraid of commitment up until he meets Lucy Whitmore (Drew Barrymore) a woman who has a short-term memory loss from an auto accident a year earlier. Henry is a ladies man on the island who has been breaking the hearts of female tourists for years. Henry meets Lucy at a local cafe and takes her out on a date. Henry falls in love with Lucy, both of them enjoy the company of each other and feels the start of a serious relationship occurring. Approaching Lucy the next day, Henry is confused when Lucy fails to recognise him. This is the moment Henry discovers that Lucy actually suffers from short term memory loss and can't remember each individual day. Henry won't let this stop him and is prepared to make her fall in love with him all over again, each and every day.Therefore, Henry devises a plan to meet Lucy everyday and try to get her to fall in love with him again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have one part which made me 不知不觉得感觉到我的眼泪差点滑落下来 which is the last part when Henry and Lucy face to face to talk about their stuffs in Lucy's Studio.  There are a lot of couples breakup because of they thought they were holding their partner back from having a full and happy life. But most of them made a mistake. This is because being with our lover is the only way we could have a full and happy life. Truly a movie for all seasons, and a must if you are in a relationship. Falling in love with someone over and over again everyday. I swear that I will find the eyes of Snow White who are really understand me and I will do my all in hers, my next love. And yes, I know that love need to be able to pay more, to have the energy to every day win over the heart of the one you love, is what we all should do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gonna to stop here and I will update my blog again when I start my part time job ^^ Have A Blessed days, My reader....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4051928820409175153?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4051928820409175153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4051928820409175153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4051928820409175153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4051928820409175153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-i-treasure-3.html' title='Something I treasure 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SPmD-mUiA9I/AAAAAAAAA24/AJ-pqe53ezY/s72-c/50FirstDates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-239968797709739394</id><published>2008-10-13T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:39:50.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;so Tired &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于回到KL了，但是好怀念我hometown的生活，平平淡淡安安稳稳的，因为平凡也是一种幸福。上飞机的时候，是有点不舍得，虽然这已经不是第一次，但是我的心情还是会那样，不知道为什么，这应该就是人世常情吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了飞机场已经是12:05am了，拿了行李就坐上巴士到KL Sentral然后就搭了Cab回家。现在应该是晚上凌晨1:30点了，明天就要开学了，so 我还是先睡...I will update my blog again when I'm free^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-239968797709739394?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/239968797709739394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=239968797709739394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/239968797709739394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/239968797709739394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/10/kl-im-back.html' title='KL, I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8319565176719654071</id><published>2008-09-30T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:23:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living At Labuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Labuan's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzMqvu7BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mjr5DTI-NxA/s1600-h/beach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzMqvu7BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mjr5DTI-NxA/s400/beach4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251675670705007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;一个人地生活不简单，没有朋友和亲人的同伴是很辛苦的一件事，就像我家对面的海边，风平浪静的时候，你的感觉是什么？幸好我还有花和狗的陪伴，感谢主...Every time I wake up very early in the morning when I returned to labuan, I do not know why,but I know that my life at Labuan is completely contrary to KL. 每天早上一起床，就刷牙洗脸，随便穿了衣服就去浇花然后喂狗。我还记得以前，忘了浇水，结果花就差点枯死，还被我爸骂了一下，不懂为什么那些花每次都要浇水。我想它就和我们人类一样吧！也是需要别人的关心和爱...哈哈～我看我想太多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，就去看芒果熟了没有因为现在是芒果的季节。So如果是熟的话，就要马上摘下来不然的话就像前几天那样，被虫，小鸟或蝙蝠吃掉...Sigh~如果我 妈知道了，回来一定又会骂我的了。做完了那些事就去厨房开始做我的早餐吃，幸好昨天有去巴刹买菜和食物，所以就做了sandwich, 煮了hash browns,hot dog and egg,还有milk ^^这就是我每天做的早餐。就这样花了2 hours所以这就是为什么我不喜欢自己煮...浪费时间，又要自己洗。吃了早餐就不想吃午餐了因为太饱所以吃不下。收拾好了就晒衣服，然后就开始上网 chatting, blogging and listening songs.有时就会去Cyber Cafe上网，因为老爸的电脑太慢了。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzM_1dKII/AAAAAAAAA2o/P2zSPTspyus/s1600-h/beach6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzM_1dKII/AAAAAAAAA2o/P2zSPTspyus/s400/beach6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251675676366153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;时间过得好慢，好不容易就到了下午，这里的太阳比KL早下。这时，我就会带着狗去我家对面的海边开始dating 了，它一点都不听话，也不理会我，就只顾自己的感受，跑来跑去，结果弄得我的脚都变脏。在海边看日落是蛮不错的事，我想在我还没会KL时，我会拍下几张照 片post在这里回忆一下。回家后，又要浇花，喂狗和摘芒果，下午摘芒果每次都会被蚊子叮，我才发现原来这里的蚊子比西马多。到了晚上，有是会出去吃不然 的话又在家里煮如果我得空的话，吃好了就看报纸因为卫星的电台被我弄乱了所以家里的电视看不到了，我已经准备好等我爸回来骂我了&gt;.&lt; 然后，还要去我家后面的羽球场收钱...收好钱就在家里play guitar, msn, blog, and reading book. 就这样时间到了１０点晚上，然后就上床睡觉了。 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzMzuiefI/AAAAAAAAA2w/kxAYN_aMaN8/s1600-h/beach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzMzuiefI/AAAAAAAAA2w/kxAYN_aMaN8/s400/beach8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251675673115916786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea, 这几天，发现到我的网上朋友的blog has been removed，不懂为什么，但是感觉上好像少了一个朋友那样，clicked她的blog就显出blog not found. However, I am looking forward to &lt;a href="http://iyungwei.blogspot.com/"&gt;魔羯女的部落&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://iyungwei.blogspot.com/"&gt;(YungWei)&lt;/a&gt;come back again. 其实我都会上他们的blog读他们的post，because their blogs are quite interesting and funny for me虽然没有留言but I will continue to read as much their blogs as possible ，因为不起眼的我不想被人注意到，我想我应该还是做一个Silly Stalker吧！哈哈...越欣赏就越觉得很美，这就是为什么我会每次去沙滩上慢行和吹海风，因为我家乡的海边的景色是最美的了。希望你们能好好地欣赏和享受大自然的风景当你们到了 那边^^okay gonna stop here...I will update my blog again when I'm free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8319565176719654071?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8319565176719654071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8319565176719654071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8319565176719654071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8319565176719654071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-at-labuan.html' title='Living At Labuan'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SOGzMqvu7BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mjr5DTI-NxA/s72-c/beach4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4109954953211266911</id><published>2008-09-24T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:54:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back To Labuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.malaxi.com/labuan/images/labuan_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;昨晚到了机场，就看到我妈在departure hall.我下飞机，然后我妈就上飞机...我妈把车park在停车场,没有锁所以就一个人驾着车去我爸拿了电脑就回家。到了家，搬好我的东西就做我每次回家的工作那就是浇花和喂狗。9点多了，到了厨房就看到我妈留给我的字体，差点感动到哭，我才知道我妈是很爱她的孩子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后自己煮，自己吃，懒惰洗因为这就是我的习惯，哈哈...装好电脑，既然不能上网，好无聊的一个晚上，幸好有一个人陪我讲电话。睡觉前，就祷告希望我的家庭能够幸福安宁至到永远。&lt;br /&gt;今早，起床收拾好，又是一个人在家里，感觉跟以前一样，好像回到从前的日子。因为太闷，所以就驾车去Cyber Cafe上网，找parking位子很久才找到，进去了开机，不知不觉发现大部不分的人都用很奇怪的眼神看着我，大概是我没有玩game，只在那边blogging and listening songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,这就是我的生活了，很闷又无聊。等下就去拿guitar然后回家开始练习，想在我的hometown加强我自己因为不想腐烂我的身体和头脑， 。我的朋友都不在，有点后悔回来，但是没有人看家所以命中主定。这也是我必需经历生命中的过程，没有人陪伴，没有人聊天，没有人想念的我，只能靠着自己走我那漫长岁月的路途。好啦该下线了，我看我还是等我会去KL了再update my blog~Good Luck and have a blessed days, My friends ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4109954953211266911?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4109954953211266911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4109954953211266911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4109954953211266911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4109954953211266911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-alone-2.html' title='Home Alone 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5731907426018190393</id><published>2008-09-22T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:19:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Be Loved 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couples And Their Parents Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppsss....yesterday I was too tired therefore I had forgotten to update my blog. Sorry about that =P. Anyways, before I continue "Love And Be Loved" this topic, I would like to share about my recent life first. 昨天，我爸又过来西马了，接了他就一起坐的士回家，因为如此我大哥就叫我回老家陪我妈。本来是没有回hometown的，虽然买了机票因为我找到了part time job at KLCC, work as waiter but后来想到母亲会孤单虽然她口里说不必回来，但我知道她是很想有人陪therefore I decided to back hometown tomorrow，因为女人有时是口是心非的。So, 明天下午就要飞了^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家有没有想过，遇过还是看过父母亲反对着一对的情侣交往？如果你是那个男的还是女的，你会怎样？如果我是男的，我会尽量保持双方都能在和和气气的情况下 解决问题，而不是逃避还是隐瞒，为了尊重别人应该要和双方的家人交代好。了解为什么父母亲反对，然后再从那方面开始讨论而不是大轰大叫的。如果女方的父母 亲反对，我会为了她和她的家人的关系着想，为了不破坏她们的幸福，我会背叛我自己，退出这场难堪的局面，然后慢慢来用尽办法来讨好她的家人而不是让他们对 你有不好的印象。如果是我家人的反对，我会先听他们的，然后慢慢地让他们知道我的女朋友好在哪里，依着他们喜欢的事，让我的女朋友知道，好让她能够讨我家 人欢心而不是和他们唱反调。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换着我是女的，我也可能也会像以上那样做。但大多数的女人都是会哭着离开那个男的如果是男方的家人反对，如果是她家人反对，那女的会跟着那男走（but this is not good)因为逃避是解决不了问题。其实要好好地和家人谈不论是女方还是男方的家人。好让他们知道你的温柔体贴和懂得尊重不论女方还是男方的家人对你不 好。吵架只会让人觉得你更加不适合不论你的内涵如何。为了意气而失去美满的感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟父母亲的眼光不会那么严，如果真的不好，他们才会说出来的。父母亲都是为了我们好才会如此反对，不要我们为了未来的家庭而烦恼。如果是因为对方穷的话 而反对那就是家人不对了。因为钱不是问题但是给男人是问题。This is because养不起老婆就不要结婚或交往，因为你不能给她未来，如果他／她是为了钱才和他／她交往那就是欺诈了，所以女生要找的是能够给你将来和安全的男人。要和对方交往，就先和对方的家人的关系弄好再说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最重要的一点，好的男人会赚钱而不是花他家人的钱，好的女人会帮她的爱人省钱但是用自己的钱来还自己所买的东西而不是跟她的爱人讨钱。我是不会随便花钱在女人身上因为我现在还是学生，还没有赚钱所以不会用家人的钱来交女朋友。因为这就是我啦！So, 如果双方的家人很满意你们的交往，那你们就要好好地珍惜对方了，因为在这世上不知有多少的情侣因为家人的反对而不能在一起。不过也因为家人的反对，不少的人再能过得幸福美满，不会因为未来的悲惨的感情而遗憾一辈子。情侣和双方的父母亲能和平共处就是最感恩的事了 =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SNeVOn0tlHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LhN-XysK87U/s1600-h/Peace_by_one2nv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SNeVOn0tlHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LhN-XysK87U/s400/Peace_by_one2nv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248827969164383346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5731907426018190393?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5731907426018190393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5731907426018190393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5731907426018190393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5731907426018190393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-and-be-loved-4.html' title='Love and Be Loved 4'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SNeVOn0tlHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LhN-XysK87U/s72-c/Peace_by_one2nv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-691545349753355231</id><published>2008-09-20T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:23:46.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My Final Was Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, finally I finished my final exam and now is my holiday. Bored here I go again...Sad~Anyways, I have to say sorry that long time never update my blog due to my exam and busy. Actually I have many things to say and write but because after so long then forgotten...Haha, paiseh so you can know that I was very forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm more and more lazy to write my blog because of boredom and a waste of time. On the other hands, it is good for me to help me remember things that I have experienced before. But also improve my english and chinese languange...现在我在我的朋友的家，一个人地在写blog因为全部人都去clubbing了，只剩我alone一个人静静地对着电脑，傻傻地typing...会可怜吗？Actually我已经习惯了，不太喜欢去那种地方，又吵又臭，也可以说我不是现代男人或无聊还是不会懂得享受吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~My friend computer's keyboard really poor, because I have to type very hard. Finally I give up and continue it tomorrow. Update my blog soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-691545349753355231?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/691545349753355231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=691545349753355231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/691545349753355231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/691545349753355231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah...'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6054698450856289947</id><published>2008-08-25T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:05:33.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Be Loved 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couples Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my parent went back to my hometown and I really miss them. This few days, I can truly feel that the love of my parent. Mum &amp;amp; Dad, I miss you all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好！继续我的故事了。今天要补充一点关于朋友的爱...好多人常常把好朋友和情侣的爱弄错！我是说当你有女／男朋友的时候，而不是你单身的时候。真正的好朋友不会抢走别人的伴侣不论他／她结婚或没有。因为真正 的好朋友会尊重和祝福他们所以不要作违背道德的事。为什么我会那么说呢？我看过很多人和他们的好朋友发生性关系，好像没事的，也好像没有对不起他们的伴 侣。我也看过很多好朋友介入别人的爱情然后抢走别人的伴侣，当对方吵架，冷战，分手或感情不成熟的时候。换着是我，我会劝，教导，鼓励，安慰他们不要意气 用事，想清楚和再给对方机会，我从来没有叫我的朋友和对方分手过当他们吵架的时候不论是男或女，都有...因为这就是真正的好朋友。我从来没有想过要夺取 别人所喜欢和爱的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想如果有人也是那样对你的话，你又会如何呢？我会很需要我伴侣的朋友劝或教导她当我们的感情出问题的时候，而不是说我的不是或设 法夺去我的伴侣。好朋友也不会在你最痛苦，寂寞，难过的时候才出现来关心或陪你。真正的好朋友都会每时每刻得支持你而不是表面化的不论你喜怒哀乐或和谁在 一起。好朋友的付出不是为了报答或得到什么，而是想要你快乐和喜乐。很多人都是和那些俊男美女做好朋友，其实真正的好朋友是不在乎外表的而是内涵。但是我们都知道，有时是不能一辈子都当好朋友，有缘分的话就要好好珍 惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情侣的爱! 什么来的？那么容易都不知道？其实感情谈何容易尤其是爱...刚开始的时候是很甜密当慢慢得就开始变化了，有没有这种的体会？其实爱情不是甜美的，而是同甘共苦的！爱有多少，付出也要多少。爱情不是单行道，他／她的好更不是理所当然。不要付出太多因为你是人所以一定会计较的。不要太多过认真因为你还不是他／她的终身伴侣所以要控制你的情感。不要花言巧语因为你还没有学会专一所以少说多行动。生气时，想想对方的可爱；抱怨时，想想对方的委屈；冷战时，想想对方的温暖。两人都懂得付出，爱就会永久，毕竟，真心诚意相爱并不容易，不要轻言别离！要记住送心爱的人回家，哪里都顺路！看起来我好像很有经验，很会说，其实我是很会想的...好啦，该停笔了。Time to sleep ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SLLJ9491HXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Q9bNt1CWwMs/s1600-h/3b61c79c70205173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SLLJ9491HXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Q9bNt1CWwMs/s400/3b61c79c70205173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238471381686230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6054698450856289947?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6054698450856289947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6054698450856289947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6054698450856289947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6054698450856289947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-be-loved-3.html' title='Love and Be Loved 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SLLJ9491HXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Q9bNt1CWwMs/s72-c/3b61c79c70205173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2417424696136005492</id><published>2008-08-21T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:30:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Be Loved 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Love of Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作班长的原来是件蛮难的事，但是作领导者更难...今天和我的其中之一的组员闹得很不愉快，应该可以说是吵架吧！为了我们的Assignment...故 事是这样的，其实每次Group Assignment可以说都是我一个人帮他们做完的。有时他们只是帮我找资料而已。说假的，是我要拿高分，说真的，因为我不相信他们的实力不想他们做所以有时我会要求我一个人做但是我还是会需要我 组员的帮忙。So，when our results was out and got maximum points in the class. We're very happy but my group members never thanks me，但是我不在乎。后来，老师说还可以加分如果你们再修改然后present. Then，我就分配好，要求他们回家做他们的部分...今天，问了他们如何？他们说他们不会做...我直接怒火起来，因为要交了所以控制不来。再加上其中 之一的组员说我临时叫他们做，说要跟我要soft copy但是我没有给他。说真的，如果他很注重我们的assignment的话，应该会每时每刻得跟我说，而不是在自己被责怪的时候，推卸责任。而且，我 们每个人都是last minutes的，难道他不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么都是要我做完，什么都是我的错，我一个人来背完全部的重担吧！我还记得他的另一个self-assignment也是last minutes，口口声声说自己不喜欢last minutes work。但是每次都是！很想这样骂他，但是想了...还是不要跟这种人计较。因为根本不必回头去看咒骂你的人是谁？如果有一条疯狗咬你一口，难道你也要趴下去反咬他一口吗？后来我只对他说；“好！你什么都不用做，你的份我会做完，我不会因为没有你而不能。”然后，就走开了准备我的presentation. 后来发现他就静静得坐那边了，不敢看我一眼。说真的，我是不是太过分了？我不懂...原来当人发脾气的时候是需要冷静一下，好好地想想，不要意气用事，吵架赢了但是输了感情不论是谁虽然他不是我很重要的人，但是益处在哪里呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SK2JKoxx3UI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Js4-5kk6be0/s1600-h/Tied+Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SK2JKoxx3UI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Js4-5kk6be0/s400/Tied+Together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992757539659074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不说了...当然，我们也不辜父母所望，来到这里求学或工作。所谓在家靠父母，在外靠朋友。来到这里，不论是在学校，工作场所，团契，还是教会我们找到了一班可以互相依赖的朋友。离开了我们的熟悉地，来到陌生的地方，最需要的是可以和我们同担忧患，共享喜乐的一班人。当我们有成就时，他们会替我们欢呼；当我们失败时，他们会借个肩膀让我们靠。或者当时机来到时，你找与你很投缘的知己。若你我有玩过2人3足的游戏，你我就会知道这个游戏的教导是什。人有高矮肥瘦，但是知心朋友不在乎我们的成功与失败，而是在整个过程中，他们是否有没有参与到，一起的经历。开心与伤心有人一起品尝才是美好的滋味。虽然总有一天，我们会面对到离别，分离的场面，但是曾经有人和我们一起品尝开心与伤心已经是个美好的滋味了。Yea, I don't want to talk much about Friendship because 我已经说够多了在&lt;a href="http://loverbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-yourself-before-look-at-others.html"&gt;http://loverbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-yourself-before-look-at-others.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea, tomorrow my parents will come to visit me from my hometown. ^^ So I will stop to update my blog this few days until they go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2417424696136005492?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2417424696136005492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2417424696136005492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2417424696136005492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2417424696136005492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-be-loved-2.html' title='Love and Be Loved 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SK2JKoxx3UI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Js4-5kk6be0/s72-c/Tied+Together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7804019248002408073</id><published>2008-08-20T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:57:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love And Be Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parents Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKu8zGDKdhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lHwaxq1Tv1E/s1600-h/Parents+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKu8zGDKdhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lHwaxq1Tv1E/s400/Parents+Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236486577731565074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;哈哈睡过头了，没有想到原来我是那么得累，好久没有好好得睡了。什么是爱和被爱？废话当然是我爱你，你爱我咯～那么简单,对不对?其实对我来说，爱可以分为４种,那就是朋友的爱，情侣的爱，父母的爱，还有上帝的爱(For me only ^^)我相信还会有更多不同的爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanna to talk about "父母的爱"。母亲怀胎9个月，经历生产的痛苦和坚持，若我们还保留着那时候的记忆，我们会不会爱母亲多一些呢？可能你我会说，我们生出来的那一刻也是会痛啊，因为我们的头有可能被夹扁，屁股也有可能要挨打。如果在生产是婴儿也有痛，那是不由自主的，不是自己选择的，而且这痛并不存留在记忆中。可是母亲的痛却是自愿的，每一个勇敢的母亲，都甘心经历这么大的痛，把一个至爱的人带到世界。而父亲呢，虽然一般都是一副严肃的脸，但是如果你摸一摸他长了茧的手掌，就无法不敬佩他对家庭的付出。我们多时只看到他的背影，不是因为他不关心我们，而是他还在默默为家庭劳力，就像我一样，不知你们又如何...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你我还记得最后一次问候你的爸妈是几时呢？还是缺钱时，或者是遇上问题时才找他们？父母为我们所作出的牺牲，他们一点都不在意；他们在意的是我们在这成长过程中对他们的体谅和关心。有时，他们会唠叨一下因为他们想要我们体会他们的辛苦，有时他们还会打或骂你因为他们要我能清醒和晓得他们在做什么。虽然，不是每个父母亲都是好的，因为这就是人类。所以我们更加要懂得如何爱护自己和别人， 多为自己和别人着想。想一下当你要做某件事，是否对他／她／你自己都好。不要做违背道德观的事，也不要因为别人那样做，你也跟着做。你我的出生不是钱可以掌控的，而是上帝。我们的遭遇不是你我的不幸，而是我们的磨练。如果你还是坚持的话那在世上还有更多人比我们更不幸，为什么你不能比他们活得更好呢？他们都有勇气活到最后，而没有气馁或做对不起自己和别人的事。我相信你我都知道什么是Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family = &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得每次我父母亲call我的时候，我都觉得他们很烦或唠叨，其实他们是关心我和想念我的。你们呢？像我一样吗？想一想，再过１０或２０年，你的父母亲还会在吗？还能call你来问候吗？我想那时候已经太迟了，所以要珍惜你自己，你的家人还有最疼爱你的父母亲，如果你不会或很难就更加要学习了...就是现在了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜，在来得及的时候。孩子们的哭声总比父母的叹息得到更多的疼惜。你我都不会忘记作工上课的时间，却忽略父母盼你我回家的心情。要记住物资弥补不了精神的寂寞。最重要的是多一点时间给父母。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7804019248002408073?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7804019248002408073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7804019248002408073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7804019248002408073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7804019248002408073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-be-loved.html' title='Love And Be Loved'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKu8zGDKdhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lHwaxq1Tv1E/s72-c/Parents+Love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5409863320492933804</id><published>2008-08-19T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:09:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaved a Sigh of Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;AT LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally I can breathe a sigh of relief...Because this few days, I was very busy due to my  taekwondo's test, Uni mid term test and assignments. I have to finish my assignment within a week and studied my Law too. It was really busy and tired. This few days, I can't sleep well and enough because I always sleep around 12am and wake up about 6am. Apart from that, I knew that I was yawning in my class last few days during my lecturer teaching. Haha~However thanks God for grant strength to me and I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I never tell anybody that I had learned taekwondo because it is not a big deal in our eyes. Anyways, I just want to let myself to remember that my belt was double upgraded after my taekwondo's test on last sunday(^^ I don't want to say what is the color of my belt because I do not want to boast). By the way, I  have a lot of things wanna to record down in my blog so that next time I can be able to come here to look back my memories. Hope that I can express what I wanna to say =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmmm...haha, it is really a lot of things to write and where should I start at?But I will write it in chinese because l did not write the chinese language in my blog  has been a long time. So those people who read my blog can't understand chinese then sorry ya ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I want to write this topic "Love And Be Loved" for a long time. But after think, I think I still write it tomorrow morning due to lazy and there are things to do . So trust me, I will keep my promise to update my blog soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKrFwzflV9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/mCE3FT0TL9s/s1600-h/Love+and+be+loved.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKrFwzflV9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/mCE3FT0TL9s/s400/Love+and+be+loved.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236214959018694610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5409863320492933804?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5409863320492933804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5409863320492933804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5409863320492933804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5409863320492933804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-i-can-breathe-sigh-of-relief.html' title='Heaved a Sigh of Relief'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SKrFwzflV9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/mCE3FT0TL9s/s72-c/Love+and+be+loved.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7720173549425884488</id><published>2008-08-10T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:54:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Good Bye And Have Fun At There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to continue my stupid assignment. This early morning is my big sister's flight to Perth, Australia from KL, Malaysia...I can't send her off because....Ermmm, I was sleeping and too far for me. Haha...Am I lame??? Actually I can but I know that She wont let me do it...She is too nice to me and I'm really appreciate what she had did to me. I love the shirt very much that she had bought for me and enjoyed those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt so sorry to her because can't accompany her all the time and bring her around. However there have nothing places to bring her to because Kuala Lumpur is "Suck". I seldom come out too so I have no idea to bring her to....So it is my fault too ^^ I think she must be already reached home and starting to tidy up her stuffs  now. Besides that, I bet that she will miss her bed very much for sure. Oh Yea, she owed me a picture....Sigh~I think she won't give me but I will try my best to force her to send it to me =P. Okay gonna to sleep, tomorrow morning got class...This called Student Life &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all our journeys near and far...no matter how desperate we feel things are...remember always it is never too late...for with all things...this too shall pass.....As I believed, distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss her, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be out of my sight... but never out of my mind... I Will Miss You, Big Sister! Take care and keep in touch ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7720173549425884488?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7720173549425884488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7720173549425884488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7720173549425884488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7720173549425884488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-hope-to-meet-shortly-again.html' title='In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1102022211130894777</id><published>2008-08-06T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:57:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep Moving Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJms7pepvVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PFy7z-Wz-DU/s1600-h/Carrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJms7pepvVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PFy7z-Wz-DU/s320/Carrot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231402582914219346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A carrot, an egg, and a cup of Oolong tea…You will never look at a cup of Oolong  the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told  her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she  was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and  struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with  water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first  she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed  Oolong tea. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and  placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she ladled the Oolong out and placed it in a bowl. Turning  to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carrots,  eggs, and Oolong tea," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother brought her  closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.  The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling  off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the  mother asked the daughter to sip the Oolong. The daughter smiled as she tasted  its rich aroma The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the  same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in  strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling  water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer  shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling  water, its inside became hardened. The Oolong tea was unique, however. After  they were in the boiling water , they had changed the water color and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. When adversity knocks  on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a Oolong tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong,  but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJmtIcIhT7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/-V1MkE1h9mI/s1600-h/Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJmtIcIhT7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/-V1MkE1h9mI/s320/Egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231402802670030770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes  with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a  financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does  my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff  spirit and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the Oolong tea? The tea  actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When  the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the  tea, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation  around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you  elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a  carrot, an egg or a Oolong tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to  make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you  human and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people  don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of  everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based  on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past  failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and  everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end,  you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not the Author of this story but I want to share this story to those people who mean  something to me; to those who have touched my life in one way or another; to  those who make me smile when I really need it; to those who make me see the  brighter side of things when I'm really down; to those whose friendship I  appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in my life. I don't want to miss out on the opportunity to brighten  someone's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJmtWPPj4YI/AAAAAAAAAms/-Q7tMkUVlLM/s1600-h/Tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJmtWPPj4YI/AAAAAAAAAms/-Q7tMkUVlLM/s400/Tea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231403039728066946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;May we all be OOLONG TEA  !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1102022211130894777?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1102022211130894777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1102022211130894777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1102022211130894777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1102022211130894777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-of-thought-2.html' title='Food For Thought 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJms7pepvVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PFy7z-Wz-DU/s72-c/Carrot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2966018833029847558</id><published>2008-08-04T16:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:50:22.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Candle Loses Nothing If It Is Used To Light Another One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbOJIxV0EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/t--du46vfVs/s1600-h/33489217_ae988b2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 304px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbOJIxV0EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/t--du46vfVs/s320/33489217_ae988b2166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230594673605988418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married &amp;amp; went to live  with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that  she couldn't get along with mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were  very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits.  In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly. Days passed, and weeks passed.  Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made  the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition,  Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger  and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband  great distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad  temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it!  Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that  she could solve the problem once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang thought for a  while, and finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you  must listen to me and obey what I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbO93hzWQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Vc3az4DfFDQ/s1600-h/510775695_1280e8961a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbO93hzWQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Vc3az4DfFDQ/s320/510775695_1280e8961a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230595579510479106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr.  Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do." Mr.Huang went into the back  room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law,  because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given  you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every  other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her  serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you, when she dies,  you must be very careful to be actively friendly towards her. Don't argue  with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so  happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot  of murdering her mother-in-law. Weeks went by, and months went by, and  every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her  mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding  suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and  treated her like her own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six months had passed, the  whole household had changed. Li-Li  had practiced controlling her temper so  much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an  argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much  kinder and easier to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother-in-law's attitude  toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She  kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law  one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each  other like a real mother and&lt;br /&gt;daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see  what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbQIaEPKJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9cnOETFFZpI/s1600-h/12312431eqwe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbQIaEPKJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9cnOETFFZpI/s320/12312431eqwe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230596860092033170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for  his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison  from killing my mother-in-law. She's changed into such a nice woman, and I  love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I  gave her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. 'Li-Li, there's nothing  to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were  vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your  attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you  gave to her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbN-NwA8uI/AAAAAAAAAl0/u5sc30q--hM/s1600-h/3454364567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbN-NwA8uI/AAAAAAAAAl0/u5sc30q--hM/s400/3454364567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230594485964042978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a wise Chinese saying: 'The person who loves  others will also be loved in return.' God might be trying to work in another  person's life through you. So I just want to spread the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;POWER  OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt; and I share it to others....Hope it can influence your attitude or may change your  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;After All You Have Got Nothing To Lose But A Lot To Gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2966018833029847558?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2966018833029847558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2966018833029847558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2966018833029847558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2966018833029847558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJbOJIxV0EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/t--du46vfVs/s72-c/33489217_ae988b2166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4165262176600960648</id><published>2008-07-31T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:12:44.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Can Your Love Until 80 Years ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who send to me this article and I love it very much because that's what I want, normal and ordinary love...平凡就是美，想和你们分享和藏在我心里。Hope all of you like it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5岁的时候，我说我爱你。你歪着脑袋，眨着水晶般的大眼睛，疑惑地问我：什么意思呀？&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3ATCG6UI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zq1dB3O--vs/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3ATCG6UI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zq1dB3O--vs/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161858090854722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15岁的时候，我说我爱你，你的脸红得像火烧云，头深深地低着，摆弄著衣襟，你好像在笑。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3A9MbtlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wtBNsXcTF9o/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3A9MbtlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wtBNsXcTF9o/s400/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161869408450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20岁的时候，我说我爱你，你把头靠在我的肩上，紧紧地挽住我的手臂，像是下一秒我就要消失一样。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BLp6wDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k-NpqOrGOpc/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BLp6wDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k-NpqOrGOpc/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161873290215474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;25岁的时候，我说我爱你，你把早餐放在桌上，跑过来刮了一下我的鼻子说：知道了懒虫，该起床了！&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BHMFvWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/nFr0TvYIwXk/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BHMFvWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/nFr0TvYIwXk/s400/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161872091364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30岁的时候，我说我爱你，你笑着说：你呀！要是真的爱我，就别下了班到处跑，还有，别再忘了我叫你买的菜！&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BrEcCCI/AAAAAAAAAls/dzlfIYGApcE/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3BrEcCCI/AAAAAAAAAls/dzlfIYGApcE/s400/5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161881722947618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;40岁的时候，我说我爱你，你边收拾碗筷边无表情的嘟囔着：行了，行了，快去帮孩子复习功课去吧！&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG074LI1RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/R8Au_Px56dU/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG074LI1RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/R8Au_Px56dU/s400/6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159583138239762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;50岁的时候，我说我爱你，你打着毛线头也不抬：真的？你心里是不是巴不得我早点儿死掉。然后就咯咯咯地笑个不停。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08LLRI_I/AAAAAAAAAks/MWYNV0ig-GY/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08LLRI_I/AAAAAAAAAks/MWYNV0ig-GY/s400/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159588239057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;60岁的时候，我说我爱你，你笑着捶了我一死老头子孙子都这么大了，还贫嘴！&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08DeeyfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/K2JNE5WkFXw/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08DeeyfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/K2JNE5WkFXw/s400/8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159586172160498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;70岁的时候，我们坐在摇椅上，戴着老花镜，欣赏着50年前我给你的情书，我们已布满皱纹的手又握在了一起，那时侯我说我爱你，你深情地望着我，你那已皱纹满面的脸仍是那么美丽炉子上的开水咕嘟咕嘟地冒烟温馨的暖意充满了整个屋子。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08eDls8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/-v-G0qDb6bg/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08eDls8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/-v-G0qDb6bg/s400/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159593307124674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;80岁的时候，你说你爱我。我什么也没说，因为我流泪了，但是那是我人生最最快乐的日子&lt;br /&gt;因为你终于说出了那句我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08ZCl5iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aojQHAwIc5g/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG08ZCl5iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aojQHAwIc5g/s400/10.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159591960765986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;希望你们也能够做到也能够拥有这样一份相伴到老的爱情，我想这样的人生真的也算很完美吧!不求不平凡，但求真真实实，认认真真放在手心里珍惜着这，也来自于你的一份责任感真诚的祝福大家。&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/3330809437345810224-4165262176600960648?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4165262176600960648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4165262176600960648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4165262176600960648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4165262176600960648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-your-love-until-80-years-my-friend.html' title='Ordinary Love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJG3ATCG6UI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zq1dB3O--vs/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5923460655062674045</id><published>2008-07-30T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:11:36.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proclamation Of My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Uphold The Truth of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，没有上课...在学校刚开完会回来，没事做所以就打扫房间。突然间，无意中发现了我Form5那年的生活营里所立的约。原来都这么旧了，但是我还是keep着它，哈哈～真难得...发觉那时的我好单纯。想起来，倒是蛮难的，但是现在的我还是会保持我所立的约。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; 爱是一生的坚持&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 我坚持性是上帝创造并赐给人的礼物，是神圣，美好的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 我坚持上帝将性爱规范在婚姻中，是为了人的幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;我坚持持守贞洁，直到婚姻那日，将完整的自己献给我的配偶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 我坚持为了对方的幸福着想，不令对方蒙羞，无论将来对方与谁结婚，都能将完整的自己献给配偶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;我坚持在恋爱中，以坦诚无伪的心与对方交往，彼此沟通身体的界限，积极逃避各种试探。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;我坚持在性反面顺服神的设计，活出上帝的形象，看为我灵重要的操练。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJA8iyclRGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dHumF0Ys7pI/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJA8iyclRGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dHumF0Ys7pI/s400/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228745735732020322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5923460655062674045?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5923460655062674045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5923460655062674045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5923460655062674045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5923460655062674045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/proclamation-of-my-love.html' title='Proclamation Of My Love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SJA8iyclRGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dHumF0Ys7pI/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1023927242174158789</id><published>2008-07-28T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:55:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Without Say Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Memorable Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This early morning 4:30am, my Dad was leaving during my sleeping time. And my youngest brother who fetch him to KL Sentral. Actually I early knew this because my Dad had told me last time and he don't want me to follow. I know he wants me to rest more...However thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天我放学回家，一踏进家门口外就闻到榴莲的味道，那时我就知道我爸已经过来西马来找我们了。我还记得小时候，我爸每次都会买榴莲给我们吃，好怀念那时刻，I know that 我爸还是爱我们的...只是我们不懂or don't try to understand而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, We went to have brunch together at OldTown Restaurant there after Sunday Services. I ordered OldTown Ipoh Chicken Hor Fun and OldTown White Coffee. It's taste quite okay, not bad but expensive...This is because of environment. After brunch, we took cab to Mid Valley for shopping(buy books only =.=") And I also had bought a Movie "The Dark Knight" Ticket for my dad, youngest bro and myself. It was a marvelous and wonderful movie that I watched at this year. But my dad can't understand it...LOL but 最后我还是有解释给他听. Long time didn't watch movie together with my dad since my childhood. 我还记得小时候我爸每次都会带我们全家人去戏院看戏...I really enjoyed these moments with my dad this few days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Dad, I will miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1023927242174158789?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1023927242174158789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1023927242174158789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1023927242174158789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1023927242174158789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave-without-say-good-bye.html' title='Leave Without Say Good Bye'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2049746959496418893</id><published>2008-07-27T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:38:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youngest Brother's Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulation My Youngest Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拜五，我和朋友聊天。发生了很冷的一个局面.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My friend: Hey Peter, 你知道吗？刚才那个人很过分哦，没有问过我就插位....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea meh? Then为什么你没有去跟他讲呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: 算啦，不要和他计较....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, okay...Hey 明天我要去KTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: Huh?你要去K他？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No啦，College TunKu Abdul Rahman因为我的弟弟的毕业典礼.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yesterday is my youngest brother's convocation. I was skipping my tutorial class to attend his convocation with my dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SIyHxrlQ69I/AAAAAAAAAkU/2fNPtDtFANs/s1600-h/DSC02135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SIyHxrlQ69I/AAAAAAAAAkU/2fNPtDtFANs/s400/DSC02135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227702555052665810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2049746959496418893?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2049746959496418893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2049746959496418893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2049746959496418893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2049746959496418893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-youngest-brothers-convocation.html' title='My Youngest Brother&apos;s Convocation'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SIyHxrlQ69I/AAAAAAAAAkU/2fNPtDtFANs/s72-c/DSC02135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2571327418302474591</id><published>2008-07-14T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:35:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I treasure 2</title><content type='html'>My Meaningless Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my school and it was raining...This morning, 我在课室里发呆，突然想到生活上的东西，我就自言自语得在那里，I felt that I was so silly 因为我说在这个世界上做人很难，什么都要做，如果不做就会输给人，所以要努力和有智慧得去做每件事才会成功，做人实在不容易啊～如果我能做动物就好，就不 用愁吃，愁穿，愁住和愁生活上的每件事...多好，多轻松啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是后来仔细得想一想又觉得不对。有时候发觉我们人真的很矛盾。其实做人难，做狗更难，做人的狗更更难，做狗的人更更更难，所以在我们的生活上没有一件事是容易的。I need to thank my Australian friend who taught and guided me a lot. As she said, It was just really you who made yourself happy. Happiness cannot be forced but made by one self. I quite agreed with her but I also believe in God who is the source of everything. This is because the quality of our life is dependent on how much of God's Word we feed on, abide in and declare with our mouth. With words, God created the world we live in. He spoke and creation leapt into being. God's words have such power that it holds everything in the universe in place. Like God, our words are also very potent. They have the ability to create or destroy. They can bring you happiness or sadness, health or death. Our words actually determine what we get. Keep meditating on the Word and it will transform us by renewing our mind. So 要做对得起自己，别人和神的事，而不是随便乱来...想清楚before you do. Smile because you're still alive and there have a lot of things waiting for you to to. Achieve Your Dream~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there also are many paths in life, all leading every which way. At times it may be too dark to see the paths, or we may choose a path that says no entry. However the paths we choose make for the people that we are. Without these walks in life we get bored, tired and stagnant. We lose that spark that every human being has, that light, that life. Be who you want to be, walk where you want to walk, love who you want to love, and make life what you want to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I believe that we all begin our lives as an incomplete puzzle, all different shapes and sizes but when complete, we present an amazing portrait. Yet when you receive a puzzle there is only one way to build it and ultimately one outcome. I believe we choose the puzzle we become, one step at a time. The beauty of our picture depends on the life we choose to live and the quality of the choices we make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2571327418302474591?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2571327418302474591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2571327418302474591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2571327418302474591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2571327418302474591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-i-treasure-2.html' title='Something I treasure 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-853995321155628493</id><published>2008-07-10T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:59:37.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of My Favourite Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久没有update我的blog了，because不懂要写什么，Sigh~我的生活没什么特别 so don't know how to describe my life. Nevermind, but我还是会写一些的，来鼓励鼓励我自己=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SHYxaQdzScI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fAlgkMr0B7c/s1600-h/Lawliet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SHYxaQdzScI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fAlgkMr0B7c/s400/Lawliet.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221415145148991938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我刚看完一套戏，它让我想到很多东西，很不错，虽然对你们来说是旧戏。这戏的内容简单得来说，L以自己的生命为代价设下陷阱准备一举击溃夜神月。不料，多年的搭档老渡意外身亡。L决定在自己最后的23天中解决老渡所留下的任务。直升机送来了一箱给 老渡的礼物，里面竟是一个男孩——他是遭灭顶之灾的泰国小村的唯一幸存者。L从男孩随身携带的磁碟资料中得知，该事件与恐怖的杀人病毒有关。此时，少女真 希带着父亲的遗物来找老渡，她也是这场阴谋的受害者。追踪而来的杀手已然赶到，L带着两个孩子开始了逃亡。到最后，他们研究解药成功，和救了那少女真 希的生命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在这套戏里，蛮喜欢这两个角色(L,松山健)和(真希,福田麻由子)。男的够cool够帅，很有自己的风格，那真希女孩灿烂的笑容深深得打动了我的心，说真的，我很喜欢看到女生笑，不知到为什么，但就是喜欢....Apart from that, 也很喜欢这个导演拍的戏尤其是Death Notes 和这套戏，很佩服他们的想象力，蛮丰富多彩的，让我出乎意料，我只能说棒！虽然它的漫画我已经在看完了，但还是很佩服那作者，真的。看完了这套&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[L-Change The World]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;，有一句让我不能不说不的就是 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Matter How Great You, You're Alone Cannot Change The World可是正因如此才更显得补足珍贵"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-853995321155628493?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/853995321155628493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=853995321155628493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/853995321155628493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/853995321155628493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-my-favourite-movies.html' title='One Of My Favourite Movies'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SHYxaQdzScI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fAlgkMr0B7c/s72-c/Lawliet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1714601825109083631</id><published>2008-07-02T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:24:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend More Time With Your Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Another One Nice Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;結婚了廿一年後，我發現了一種別出心裁的方法，可以讓愛的火花永保新鮮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久以前，我和另一位女士約會，其實那還是我妻子的主意，有一天她那位女士說：「我知道妳很愛她。」我很驚訝，立刻爭辯說：「但我愛的是妳呀！」「我知道，但你也愛她呀！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我妻子要我去看的女士是我的母親。她已經寡居了十九年，然而我忙碌的工作和身為二 個孩子父親的責任，令我分身乏術，以致很少有時間和她相聚。那晚，我打電話給她，邀約她第二天和我一起吃晚餐和看電影。「怎麼了，你還好嗎？」她問道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;母親是那種會認為晚上那麼晚打電話，又突然邀約她 ，一定不會有什麼好事的人。「我想如果有機會和妳單獨約會，一定很有意思。」我回答。她想了一會兒，然後說：「我非常樂意。」那個星期五下班以後，我開車去接她時，心裡有一點緊張，因為從未嚐試過這樣的約會 。當我到達她家時，我看她對這樣的約會，似乎也有一點緊張。她在門內等著，身上穿著大衣， 裡面那件禮服還是最後一次慶祝結婚紀念日所穿的呢！她的頭髮還特意捲了一下，臉上 的微笑像天使一般。上了車後，她得意洋洋地說：「我告訴我的朋友，我要和我的兒子外出約會，他們都好 羨慕，迫不及待要聽聽我們約會的情形。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們去一家雖不豪華，但十分雅致，溫暖舒適的餐廳。 我母親挽住我的臂彎，好像第一夫人一般。入座以後，我必須幫她看菜單點菜，因為她的眼睛現在只有大的字才看得見。用餐一半時，我抬起頭來，看到母親正在凝視我，嘴角帶著懷舊的笑容說：「記得當你小時候，總是我為你看菜單的。」「那現在妳正好可以休息，輪到我來為妳服務了。」我回答。一面享用晚餐，我們一面聊天，聊得很愉快，談了許多最近幾年來，各自生命中的一些事。我們聊得太久了，所以趕不上電影。當我送她回到家門口，她說「我要再和你一起外出 ，但下次讓我作東好嗎？」我答應了。回家後，妻子問我：「你的晚餐約會如何？」「非常有意思，比我想像的好多了！」我回答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾天以後，母親因心臟病猝發而去世。這事發生得太突然了，讓我完全措手不及。不久以後，我收到一封信，裡面是上次我和母親約會的那家餐館的一張收據，上面有一張字條寫著：「我已先付了賬，因為我確定自己不可能再有機會去了，但我還是付了兩人份的賬 ──你和你的妻子。你絕對想不到那一晚的約會對我有多大的意義，我愛你。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從那一刻起，我深深體會，一定要及時說：「我愛你」，並且要常常撥出時間給我們所愛的人。世上沒有任何事比自然如來因緣和你的家庭更重要，多花時間和他們在一起，因為這事絕不能拖延到&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;「以後有時間再說...」&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;「樹欲靜而風不止，子欲養而親不待」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是人生一大憾事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;{愛無分,愛有份}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我朋友给我的，當我看完这故事时，百感交集，熱淚盈框，你们一定要看完...这真的很感人肺腑&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 宋体; color: rgb(64, 127, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...當我们穷於应付生活所需之时，是否也忽略了些什麼？！因为好东西我要和我的好朋友们分享而且也要牢记在我的blog里，希望这故事能让你们看到我對你们的祝福 ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1714601825109083631?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1714601825109083631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1714601825109083631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1714601825109083631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1714601825109083631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/spend-more-time-with-your-family.html' title='Spend More Time With Your Family'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4274886770474483606</id><published>2008-07-01T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:38:03.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should We Do When We're Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nice Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX63m1DrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2AVIe8Bwr9k/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX63m1DrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2AVIe8Bwr9k/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727943412092594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7Hp0FqI/AAAAAAAAAic/fmf5wtKz5nE/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7Hp0FqI/AAAAAAAAAic/fmf5wtKz5nE/s400/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727947719579298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7HfYztI/AAAAAAAAAik/nS4Yl2N9yvE/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7HfYztI/AAAAAAAAAik/nS4Yl2N9yvE/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727947675848402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7d3vj6I/AAAAAAAAAis/QM7KmgDCto8/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7d3vj6I/AAAAAAAAAis/QM7KmgDCto8/s400/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727953683582882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7sAM4lI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PdQL-_H1uMY/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX7sAM4lI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PdQL-_H1uMY/s400/5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727957477155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWztXiMAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/G5TUgl_NqBw/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWztXiMAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/G5TUgl_NqBw/s400/6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217726720892874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWzD1AllI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pdGkfJ4teiw/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWzD1AllI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pdGkfJ4teiw/s400/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217726709742212690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWyWMHuLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/OY9sKIMSmIQ/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWyWMHuLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/OY9sKIMSmIQ/s400/8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217726697491118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWx8-18oI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xvxWjwMPqgs/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWx8-18oI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xvxWjwMPqgs/s400/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217726690724541058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWxOU4g3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/dPeno8yWwvM/s1600-h/0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkWxOU4g3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/dPeno8yWwvM/s400/0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217726678200517490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~Long time didn't update my blog...Hope you all can enjoy those pictures above and learn how to control your anger....Yupe, I had changed my favourite songs from "David Cook - Always Be My Baby"  to "Jason Mraz - I'm Yours" I like and enjoy this song very much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4274886770474483606?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4274886770474483606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4274886770474483606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4274886770474483606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4274886770474483606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-should-we-do-when-were-angry.html' title='What Should We Do When We&apos;re Angry'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SGkX63m1DrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2AVIe8Bwr9k/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-8420644836507856289</id><published>2008-06-21T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:54:51.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Another Nice Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had received one of my friends' forward message. It was quite interesting and knowledgeable. I had summarized it so that can understand it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a person who named Peter, He decided to quit...He quit his job, his relationship, his spirituality... He  wanted to quit his life. He went to the woods to have one last talk with  God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", Peter asked, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"His  answer surprised Peter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SF0-IhHGWJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EJHRKtGMBlU/s1600-h/fern_texture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SF0-IhHGWJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EJHRKtGMBlU/s200/fern_texture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214392259612924050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look around. Do you see the fern and the  bamboo?", He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", Peter replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds,  I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The  fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the  floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the  bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And  again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But  I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo  seed. I would not quit. Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout  emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and  insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet  tall. It had  spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what  it needed to survive. I would not  give any of my creations a challenge it could not  handle", He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked Peter. "Did you know, my child,  that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing  roots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SF0-sgOEp4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/i-SZNCUAEEI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SF0-sgOEp4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/i-SZNCUAEEI/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214392877849028482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I would not quit on the bamboo.  I will never quit on  you. Don't compare yourself to others. The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make  the forest beautiful. Your time will come. You will rise high", God said to Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" Peter asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high  will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" Peter  questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you  can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna to share this story. I hope these words  can help you see that God will never give up on  you. Never, Never, Never Give up. For the  Christian Prayer is not an option but an opportunity. Don't tell the Lord how  big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is! No one is inferior to you. No one is superior to you. Everybody has his/her own talent. Start believing in yourself and the world will start believing in you. Heavens door  opened all the time, If God asked me... My CHILD... what can I do for you?' and I  will said "Protect and bless the one reading  this post."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-8420644836507856289?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8420644836507856289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=8420644836507856289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8420644836507856289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/8420644836507856289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SF0-IhHGWJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EJHRKtGMBlU/s72-c/fern_texture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2369260837084878653</id><published>2008-06-15T12:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:40:28.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;The greatest gift I ever had came from God, and I call him Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS0qjKWKJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cbeehzTNNno/s1600-h/Happy_Father_s_Day_2005_LOW_RES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS0qjKWKJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cbeehzTNNno/s400/Happy_Father_s_Day_2005_LOW_RES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211989311860648082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Father's Day was first observed in Spokane, Washington, in 1910. Sonora Louise Smart Dodd,of Washington, first proposed the idea of a "father's day" in 1909. Mrs.Dodd wanted a special day to honor her father, William Smart, who was widowed when his wife died in childbirth after their sixth child was b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;orn. Mr.Smart was left to raise the newborn and his other five children by himself. Mrs.Dodd wanted Father's Day to be celebrated on the first Sunday in June, her father's birthday. It wasn't until 1966 that President Lyndon Johnson signed a presidential proclamation declaring the 3rd Sunday of June as Father's Day. In 1972, President Richard Nixon established a permanent national observance of Father's Day to be held on the third Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;nday of June. Coming almost sixty years after Mother's Day had been proclaimed a National day of observance. This is the story of father's day and how did it begin and when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS3OOD2uPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FtSgtkn-kRs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 271px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS3OOD2uPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FtSgtkn-kRs/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992123694823666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was young, I didn't realize that my Dad was an important man in my life because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;most of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my mother was accompanied me, and my father worked a lot of overtime. It   see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;med that sometimes that he was gone a lot. Besides that, my father seldom or never talked to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after he came back from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He never try to understand and listen to me before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He never comfort and motivate me during my hard time. We hardly communicated like best friend and he never been near when I have wanted he is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     Bottom line, I felt that he ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After I graduated my Form 5, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I gradually reconnected and made peace with him. Yet, I had not completely forgiven him. Now in my 21th years old, I had remembered compassion, understanding, and love     of my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have awakened  to my love      for my father. Sometimes my father give me a hard time and I have been through a lot in my life. Because of that, it grow me up and make me become stronger, more responsible and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last time. From that time, I never blame my father anymore. Because I knew that he wanna bring us a happiness family therefore he worked hard for his business. My father's education not as high as other people, therefore he not understand what the role of father really means and don't know how to express his love to us in the right way.  But I believe that he had tried his best with all his heart. He taught me right from wrong...That the choices t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hat I make do matter...He brought me to church on every Sunday to let me know more about God's word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know it is very easy to be a father but it is very hard to be a good father. However, Dad thanks for being my father. Thanks for being my taxi driver, my doctor, my teacher, my money supplier.....You are still a part of me and I wonder what you would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS3lpcjkLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8bci1KMy4R0/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS3lpcjkLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8bci1KMy4R0/s400/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992526183174322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last but not least, the most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother more and more. This is my wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-2369260837084878653?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2369260837084878653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2369260837084878653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2369260837084878653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2369260837084878653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFS0qjKWKJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cbeehzTNNno/s72-c/Happy_Father_s_Day_2005_LOW_RES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-87273301458358986</id><published>2008-06-12T17:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:59:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Yourself Before Look at Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Your And My Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFEM9PVYvUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uktyORHqABM/s1600-h/H-Friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFEM9PVYvUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uktyORHqABM/s400/H-Friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210960490072161602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;哈哈，刚放学...突然心血来朝要写关于Friendship朋友。周华健这首歌对我一点都不陌生。朋友简单的意思是彼此有交情，有来往的人。每个人都有朋友。在这群体的社会里，基本上没有人会一辈子都离群独处。一个没有 朋友的人往往会影响他的个性，生活，思想等等。一个不喜欢交朋友的人除非他的心里有特别强烈的喜好，又或者是有特别的精神寄托，否则他内心一定常感到孤单 寂寞和不快乐。就好像那Tokyo Knifeman, Kato who had been forced to kill people due to hopeless and lacking of love or care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENfgDGwuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Xzo1EqGB0Ag/s1600-h/11551165_16e927dfcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENfgDGwuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Xzo1EqGB0Ag/s320/11551165_16e927dfcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210961078674440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However “在家靠父母，出外靠朋友”，我想每个人都懂吧。我们都需要朋友，因为我们都希望有人关心，鼓励，肯定以及陪伴我们，在我们最需要的时候朋友可以给我们支 持，帮助朋友可以分担我们的忧愁与痛苦，也可以分享我们的快乐。有朋友分享的快乐是加倍的快乐，没有朋友分担的痛苦是加倍的痛苦啊！但是择友要小心，这可是非常重要的一点哦！所以你们要谨慎从事...我看到许多人因为误交损友而误入歧途，所谓滥交朋友的，自取败坏。虽然，我也是有很多 朋友都是有去Pub, Disco, Prostitute，Smoke, Drug and so on. But can you believe that I never touch these things before?很多人都不相信，but never mind because I'm not praise and boast myself at here right now...I just wanna to share让我告诉你们秘诀...那就是不从恶人的计谋，不站罪人的道路，不坐亵慢人的座位.....简单说，不要让自己有犯错误的机会所以我不会跟他们去那种地方。不要怕朋友看不起，不要怕自己太平凡或不出众。Some of my friends follow those people to these kind of places because they scare they may lost or looked down by their friends. 是的，我也希望得到别人的肯定，但事实上可以用很多其他更好的方法，用错方法往往弄巧反拙，这样还是不会交到真心朋友的。这是我的看法，不懂你们如何想^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENUXfWHAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/82jt2wfs1M4/s1600-h/408119700_180939a42f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENUXfWHAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/82jt2wfs1M4/s320/408119700_180939a42f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210960887398407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;交朋友要谦虚付出，朋友愿意无条件帮助我们，我们会很感动，同样的，我们若愿意真心为朋友付出，朋友一样会受感动的。看见许多深厚的友情都是在愿意真心付出之后而建立的。有的人太害怕吃亏，处处与人斤斤计较，这样的人往往不讨人喜欢。有一本书的作者有说过:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Most of people like to ask this question：“为什么没有人跟我做朋友？”And I will reply to them：“为什么你没有跟别人做朋友？”is it any different？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; 我本人的答案是一个是被动，一个是主动。很多缺朋友 的人都是不够主动，只等别人来找他们做朋友。我每次都告诉自己不要在等了，你要主动去认识别人，主动让别人更了解你，主动帮助别人，主动与别人分享自己的心情，感受，看法...机会往往是自 己主动去找回来的，朋友，事业，爱情都是如此。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，在我心中多少也会对朋友有要求。希望自己需要的时候，朋友会主动帮助我，希望自己跌到，痛苦忧伤的时候，朋友会扶我一把，希望自己做错的时候，朋 友会接纳原谅我。但后来我想想，他们也一样。你希望别人怎么待你，你自己先要怎么待人，爱情也不例外。若发现自己不够好，就要真实地面对自己的不足，好好 改过。要找好朋友以前，自己先要当别人的好朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向来是很看重朋友的人，但是我还是会看情况。我很感谢上帝给我那么多朋友！在我面对生活上的挫折，难题时，他们伴我，陪我渡过。虽然我离乡背井，但我 一点都不孤单，就因为有朋友与我共同分享每件事。当然，人与人相处多少会产生一些磨擦，而有磨擦过后，要用正确的方式去协调，处理，就不会造成伤害与疏 离，爱情也如此。世上没有两个人的想法，言语行为，处事方式是完全一样的，但却不表示这样就不能成为好朋友或情侣了！古人常说“人生知己难寻。有真诚的友 谊或感情，真该好好珍惜！” 讲到爱情，我还是相信最基本，最真实，最成熟，最单纯的爱情还是从朋友变成好朋友然后变成知己朋友到最后才是情侣的。但也是最难的....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENotn-IoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rXIu61QAok0/s1600-h/390514284_7b2e125467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFENotn-IoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rXIu61QAok0/s400/390514284_7b2e125467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210961236937548418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-87273301458358986?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/87273301458358986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=87273301458358986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/87273301458358986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/87273301458358986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-yourself-before-look-at-others.html' title='Look At Yourself Before Look at Others'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SFEM9PVYvUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uktyORHqABM/s72-c/H-Friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-248472275665116993</id><published>2008-06-08T21:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:07:13.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Relax, Just Open Your Hand and Pull It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEwRX6rcFuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Nbl5GB4O4bg/s1600-h/P6080106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEwRX6rcFuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Nbl5GB4O4bg/s400/P6080106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557971546937058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, That's me and I just came back from my camp...This is my 2nd time to Melaka and I was enjoyed it. 虽然在营会里事奉得很累，and I still remembering when I was planned some program for this camp，I had complained to some people often about the schedule and during the camp, there also had occurred some problem which made me pissed off especially yesterday因为某件事情使我很生气有灰心，I wanna to scold our church camp's chairman but后来那时的我静静地躲在一个角落默默地祷告，不知不觉地留下眼泪，觉得很累又辛苦，做了这么多，付出我了这么多，都没有人在乎过我，但是我知道神永不撇下我，我也知道施比受更有福，要甘心乐意为神而做，而不是为人而做，therefore no matter how, I still have to keep moving forward and treat this as my experience...After prayed, I felt better and don't have any 怨言和不满了. Is that a miracle? I don't know but I always trust and believe in God. However, my camp was over and I had received some SMS  and one of this short letters from my church member friends. Thanks everyone for supporting me &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEwBv-x7m9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/n18Vtr3Fmeo/s1600-h/P6070062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEwBv-x7m9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/n18Vtr3Fmeo/s400/P6070062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540792778726354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;有时候，我们常常忘记如何控制自己当我们灰心，生气或伤心...但是如果我们可以好好地去思想before we act, 我们就会发现很多不可思议的东西，我们就可以改变不同的结局，我们就可以使自己更加成熟 So today lesson for me is "Trust in the Lord, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His  faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord; and He shall give you the  desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust also in Him; and He  shall bring it to pass" &lt;span&gt;(&lt;a style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; font-family: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.thevine.co.nz/bible/book/psalm/37/3/-/5" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm  37:3-5&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. The words, "trust", "delight" and "commit" are your keys to  success. Give up trying to handle life by yourself. Put it into God's hands and  allow Him to work. He's neither intimidated nor stumped by your circumstances.  Do you seriously think your problem is too big for Him, or  that He can't do it without your help? Come on, give it to God and watch what  miracle happens! Thanks God for teaching me what is responsible, teamwork and love again through this camp ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-248472275665116993?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/248472275665116993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=248472275665116993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/248472275665116993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/248472275665116993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/give-it-to-god.html' title='Give It To God'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEwRX6rcFuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Nbl5GB4O4bg/s72-c/P6080106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7914022639612138744</id><published>2008-06-06T01:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:22:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Melaka Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I Will Be Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm still preparing and packing my things because I have to go to Melaka this earlier morning later. Our Church had organized a camp for all youth who are aged between 18-30 years old. 然后我就是节目策划者，和负责整个节目的程序so I have to be there to prepare everything well before they all come therefore my friend who will come earlier to fetch me. And this is our program schedule. It looked not so clear and quite ugly^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEgqhrfuLiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MfuS9V0hVBs/s1600-h/Timetable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEgqhrfuLiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MfuS9V0hVBs/s400/Timetable.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208459727153802786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, I can't online for this few days due to this camp, however wish you all have a blessed days^^ I will update my some camp pictures as soon as possible in my blog when I'm back. Sigh~Skip class again!!!!!!#@$#^%$*%^$#@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7914022639612138744?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7914022639612138744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7914022639612138744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7914022639612138744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7914022639612138744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-melaka-trip.html' title='My Melaka Trip'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEgqhrfuLiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MfuS9V0hVBs/s72-c/Timetable.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6803910042216251630</id><published>2008-06-05T10:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:19:40.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Bored Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curious About It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放学回家了，没事情做就上来写blog....今天一大早就起床，背着书包坐巴士上学，在课室里虽然很努力得听老师教书但还不是很懂那韩国老师讲什么东 西。大概是语言的问题吧but我知道那韩国老师Dr.Kang已经tried his best to teach us. 我们也是要努力地读书而不是单单靠老师...上完课就回家，很想不要再上今天下午那3.00pm的class，又想要skip class了。Sigh~说说而已，我知道学生要有学生的榜样～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，我看到，蛮多人开始写blog了，我很佩服那些一个月可以写超过30多post的人，如果我算以下，平均一天要写1-3 posts 不知道他们是很空闲，或很多话要说还是他们是无业游民...我读了他们的posts就猜想他们到底是不是copy and past还是他们自己的作品，如果是那我真得恭喜他们因为他们可以出书了。如果不是，那他们就没有道德观，因为他们已经犯了Plagiarism or Copyright...如果你们要跟人分享，那就注明where you got it or from which Author...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是在jealous, 我只是不知道他们的写部落格的目的是什么？Wanna become famous/star blogger?I'm not sure but还有更厉害的，他们到处advertising their blog希望别人能到他的blog...为了什么？我一点都不知，有人能告诉我吗？我承认我的blog没什么人来读，但是，我很高兴我能把我要说的话写在 这里and hope people can learn my experience to overcome their problem...我也很想不让别人知道我的blog,到现在我的现今的朋友们都还不知我有blog...However,不同的人有不同的想法，他们 的目的也一样，写blog就像写日记只是公开给那些不认识，明白或知道你的人。This is based on my opinion...我发觉我开始慢慢得对blog冷淡，less or没有去别人的blog阅读了和写blog应该是没什么时间了，要好好利用我那宝贵的光阴因为blog只是一部分，而不是你生命的一切，它只能记录你的过去，我要开始发挥我的才能，希望能来为这社会带来贡献&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ya～如果有得罪人的地方，请多多包涵和见谅^^ Okay, I gonna to rest first, 越听那首歌&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;David Cook(who is from American Idol) - Always Be My Baby(原唱者是Mariah Carey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;就越喜欢因为它的意思对我很深刻...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6803910042216251630?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6803910042216251630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6803910042216251630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6803910042216251630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6803910042216251630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-junes-thursday.html' title='What A Bored Thursday'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-1538944495987475798</id><published>2008-06-02T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:12:05.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Deep Lonely and Heavy Constrains Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拖着疲惫不堪的身体回到家了，带着一颗沉重的心情，不知道为什么，想了一下，觉得应该是后悔吧！刚才我好像没有和那个人说再见就转头，走出了大门...虽然觉得自己是很潇洒，其实是愚蠢的傻瓜。我也很想要那个人先开口但没有maybe是我走太快了吧～为了什么呢？我也不懂怎样讲因为我那crazy的脑子吧！想太多了...In life, I know that there are a lot of times we doing this or that to against our heart which is betray ourself. 希望那个人会能有好的将来和未来。虽然刚才很想和那个人拍照留念但后来又觉得没有那个必要。因为那只会增加我的回忆而已，我相信有缘的话，我们还是会再见面的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember these words in my mind时机尚未成熟变成我们的命运，缘分将我们推近，距离阻挡我们的去路，当时机成熟时，我们一定会再相遇(Author, Jimmy Liao)到那时候如果还有机会的话我会比现在聪明，不会再犯同样的mistake了 &gt;.&lt; 我会等到那一天的到来因为人生总有许多的巧合，两条平行线也可能会有交会的一天，虽然会太迟了但至少我没有遗憾...再见我的朋友Okay, gonna stop here and sleep ...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEQpV9rcDOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V073c7gTWhI/s1600-h/Destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207332526457883874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEQpV9rcDOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V073c7gTWhI/s400/Destiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在身邊默默為你付出的人往往都不懂得珍惜,就是因為有了選擇才會錯過身邊的寶&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-1538944495987475798?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1538944495987475798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=1538944495987475798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1538944495987475798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/1538944495987475798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-secret.html' title='My Little Secret'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEQpV9rcDOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V073c7gTWhI/s72-c/Destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7426147962251612738</id><published>2008-05-31T23:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:15:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Love and Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好几天，没有写blog了因为学业开始繁忙，没有时间可以好好地写...做courserap的，好辛苦但感谢主叫我长大^^I just finished my fellowship therefore乘我还没睡觉之前，希望能写好我要写的东西。哈哈~write Chinese again^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEOBCoOs1bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/prFLKEWWz3Q/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEOBCoOs1bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/prFLKEWWz3Q/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207147476329223602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last month, 我参加了我的朋友的结婚礼，给我好多感触，因为感动therefore我的眼泪滑落下来幸好没人看到，我承认我哭了当双方在立约时 "不论你健康生病不论你富有贫穷我都一身爱着你，永不分离～"那时我真的祝福他们能幸福。So now I wanna to ask婚姻的幸福对我们来讲是什么？老公或老婆很疼你和爱你？嫁给有钱人？还是过得好就是幸福？如果有一天他/她因为某件事而忽略了你；或他们不再有钱了因为某些事，然后你们的生活就很辛苦；还是老公/老婆的脾气突然改变了，变成很暴躁.....到那时你们相信你们的的爱会渐渐淡还是更恩爱呢？我不知道。对我来说婚姻的幸福应该双方都是很爱对方，真心诚意得对待对方，容忍对方的缺点，肯为他/她付出或改变自己，珍惜对方的付出和过每一天的日子，忍耐和坚持不懈地走下去不论路途多坎坷。有可能吗？我相信有!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGELN11NeI/AAAAAAAAAew/OTE_c-JW1p4/s1600-h/Lonely__by_hapeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGELN11NeI/AAAAAAAAAew/OTE_c-JW1p4/s320/Lonely__by_hapeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206587972445877730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;有很多人都说女生永远不明白男人在打着什么如意算盘,男人永远都不懂女生在想什么...But both of them want to make each other happy只是他们不懂而已。为什么他们不懂呢？让我告诉你,based on bible上帝造男人的时候，女人还没出现所以女人不懂男人用什么材料做成的也就是说女人是不了解男人的；当上帝造女人的时候，上帝使男人睡觉so男人也不懂女人用什么材料做的也就是说男人也是不了解女人的。所以说上帝永远是公平的，只是我们不了解或想到吧了～Besides that, 当男人遇见女人时，男人心里就会有那很特别的感觉；女人也不例外当女人遇见男人时。这就是感情的开始，也是人类软弱的开始。所以不要随便和男人或女人交往，要想清楚!感情生活出现问题时应该要彼此检讨，一起面对，绝不能让任何一方单独面对。感情生活是一对情侣，一对夫妻的写照。当男人与女人被造时，男人要与女人联合，二人成为一体，离开父母。因此，感情生活是两个人的事，绝对不是一个人的事。要一起经营一段美满的感情生活需要彼此的委身，彼此谦卑，不要因为一时的满足而轻视了感情生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGD0ie7u7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/W78T7KQ8bhU/s1600-h/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGD0ie7u7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/W78T7KQ8bhU/s320/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206587582849989554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我读过一本书，它说有一个人发现自己不能爱对方完全，但是当那个人去了解对方时，才发现自己的爱是有缺点和不足。Respect devoid of love is not the biblical goal. "The husband is the head, but the wife is the neck. And the neck can turn the head any way she wants." It's easy to do exactly what husband wishes, revere his decisions, go out to eat with him, but fail to engage with him as a person, as an equal, as a wife who wills his good. she can keep her love safe and locked away, her wishes unrevealed, her vulnerabilities protected, and yet shine as a stellar respecter of her husband. (Respect without love may be acceptable in the military, but it is not acceptable in a marriage where two are working to become one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以当你爱一个人时，要unlock自己的opinions to 对方. Love of the 1 Corinthians 13 variety requires you bring your whole self to engage with your lover's whole self. Love is open-faced and open-hearted, it rejoices only in the truth, refusing to passive-aggressively steer men behind the scenes. 我不想再重复what is love anymore because I had written it last time if you had read my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGDTJAOeJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YGynluXd0Zo/s1600-h/TRUE_LOVE_by_Str8UpSkills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEGDTJAOeJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YGynluXd0Zo/s400/TRUE_LOVE_by_Str8UpSkills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206587009074624658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok~Finally I done it &gt;__&lt; gonna sleep now...I felt so sleepy and 12:00 am already...Today is one of my friend's birthday. Happy Birthday, 嘉鸿 all the best in your future undertaking and serve more in church ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7426147962251612738?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7426147962251612738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7426147962251612738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7426147962251612738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7426147962251612738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-wrong-with-happiness.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with Happiness'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SEOBCoOs1bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/prFLKEWWz3Q/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7071111053963913952</id><published>2008-05-27T16:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:32:09.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm So Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDvsBzTZyQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JwtsiKuGy3A/s1600-h/13728227_edcc1005ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDvsBzTZyQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JwtsiKuGy3A/s400/13728227_edcc1005ef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205013310052354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;今天一大早，我的朋友就call我，把我从梦中吵醒...但是已经习惯成自然了so我不介意。他说要来我家on9因为要上网，他家没有电脑所以我每次都让 他来。助人为快人之本嘛～然后，一起坐巴士去学校上课，11.00am 就上完课but我下一堂课是在2.00pm。因为3 hours break so不要待在学校所以叫我朋友先载我回然后，2.00pm我在来。Unfortunately，我睡迟了，真不好意思Then，我就call我朋友帮我 sign attendance（我知道是错的，我会悔改的，相信我）Sigh~因为我是班长所以怕给我的Lecturer不好的印象。幸好我已经换 了今天那么“特别”的课程。有很多时候，我的同学们每个semester都叫我arrange timetable，很麻烦但很感谢他们，栽培和让我拥有责任感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我的华语不好，英文也不是很好，马来更不用说...全部都是半桶水因为小时候，父母送我去华文小学读书，后来马来中学，然后就是现在英文大学。我不 是在怪我的家人，而是在为我自己找借口，很傻吧～后悔当年为什么不好好念书。很感激我父母亲还是那么爱我，供我读到现在。我知道我比很多人幸福了so我从来 没有埋怨过和跟别人比较，我爱我的家♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一次假期，跟我朋友相处了一段日子，Of course is guy &gt;.&lt; 我们分享了很多事情和我们之间的秘密，才发现原来我有很多缺点，我是一个很大男人主义的人，我不听别人的忠告（其实 是很少听而已啦）然后，我的态度很消极，很喜欢狡辩，和不承认自己的错。虽然，我的行为不端，但是我每次都会自我审查，知道我错在那里...我朋友说我很 消极因为我每次都想不好的那方面，会让我活得很辛苦，其实是真的很难受。老实说因为我有想到不好的一面所以我会try my best做好每件事而不让不好的一面发生。But我没有告诉他，因为不想和他起争执..。我很喜欢狡辩，和不承认自己的错因为我很爱面子或我觉得我没有错 才会那样的，而不是我100%都是对的。如果你慢慢的说，让我明辨是非的话，我一定会诚然认错的。虽然，和他相处给他带来很多不便和麻烦但他都没有骂我， 反而教训我如：上厕所，整理房间，生活上的每一个细节和男人应该要做的事。说真话，我早就会了但那是很久的事了，谢谢他再一次得提醒我...朋友我会记住 和珍惜你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDvsUjTZyRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/C8HbIhwtrY4/s1600-h/536368896_0983652cc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDvsUjTZyRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/C8HbIhwtrY4/s320/536368896_0983652cc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205013632174901522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 好啦，我自己都开始觉得无聊了，说到这里吧...改次在写。下一个主题应该是婚姻的幸福，不知道为什么突然有兴趣...有时我觉得我很奇怪，我每次写部落格都会draft first before I post it如果我的功课也一样的话，if prepare before exam then我的成绩早就排在Dean or President's list了. 哈哈，好久没有写那么多华语了...昨晚看了一些人的部落格，觉得他们很不错，所以才会开始写华语but我还是会mix with english不知道为什么^^Well, finally I know how to link and I changed my blog title. Good bye My Life's Diary...雨终于停了，I also gonna stop here and I will update my blog soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-7071111053963913952?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7071111053963913952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=7071111053963913952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7071111053963913952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/7071111053963913952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDvsBzTZyQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JwtsiKuGy3A/s72-c/13728227_edcc1005ef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-3333499241220625214</id><published>2008-05-25T03:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:07:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake In China</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Touching Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiEhDTZyLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Om-xOUkWpX8/s1600-h/2489105087_2c97cd7793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204055072783845554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 174px; height: 130px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiEhDTZyLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Om-xOUkWpX8/s200/2489105087_2c97cd7793.jpg" border="0" height="185" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiFBzTZyMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-cXwaF9AjUA/s1600-h/2489194099_3f9a869bbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204055635424561346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 188px; height: 126px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiFBzTZyMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-cXwaF9AjUA/s200/2489194099_3f9a869bbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all of us know that WenChuan China there had a devastating earthquake and many of people who died in this earthquake. I knew it through STAR newspaper last week and started to draft/write this post. Finally, I had done it and post it out today but it may late. WHATEVER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your react when you know this incident? I admit that I was not crying after I knew the news because that is non of my business. But after I read the bible (book of Nehemiah), it's scenario is opposite. Nehemiah who was born at Babylon and when he heard of the mournful and desolate condition of Jerusalem, and was filled with sadness of heart. For many days he fasted and mourned and prayed for the place of his fathers's sepulchres. As we know, Jerusalem is not his hometown but is his ancester's hometown. So, should we cry for our ancester's hometown, China? I didn't. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiHLTTZyPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_4C-d6hIYHY/s1600-h/r2782076895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204057997656574194" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 179px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiHLTTZyPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_4C-d6hIYHY/s320/r2782076895.jpg" border="0" height="172" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiG8zTZyOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SnkCrtOu9k8/s1600-h/capt_18641ffeac61412199a471720565fb3a_china_earthquake_xaw120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204057748548471010" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 178px; height: 131px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiG8zTZyOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SnkCrtOu9k8/s320/capt_18641ffeac61412199a471720565fb3a_china_earthquake_xaw120.jpg" border="0" height="171" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling shameful of myself because my love is not greater enough. I didn't pray for them and feel at all sympathetic to this incident. I was ashamed to request God for giving me a heart of love. Please forgive me, Lord. Teach me how to care those people who I don't know and who besides me. After that, I tried to understand and care about their problem. I prayed for them like what Nehemiah prayed. (O LORD God of heaven, the great and awesome God, who preserves the covenant and lovingkindness for those who love Him and keep His commandments, please let Your ear now be attentive and Your eyes open to hear the prayer of Your servant which I am praying before You now, day and night, on behalf of the sons of Israel Your servants, confessing the sins of the sons of Israel which we have sinned against You; I and my father's house have sinned. We have acted very corruptly against You and have not kept the commandments, nor the statutes, nor the ordinances which You commanded Your servant Moses. "Remember the word which You commanded Your servant Moses, saying, "If you are unfaithful I will scatter you among the peoples; but if you return to Me and keep My commandments and do them, though those of you who have been scattered were in the most remote part of the heavens, I will gather them from there and will bring them to the place where I have chosen to cause My name to dwell." They are Your servants and Your people whom You redeemed by Your great power and by Your strong hand. O Lord, I pray, please let Your ear be attentive to the prayer of Your servant and the prayer of Your servants who delight to revere Your name, and make Your servant successful today and grant him compassion before this man " Neh 1:5-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiGRjTZyNI/AAAAAAAAAds/75_l8ftbh1Y/s1600-h/capt_612da73e0eda4058a86c07621326aa7e_china_earthquake_xaw116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204057005519128786" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiGRjTZyNI/AAAAAAAAAds/75_l8ftbh1Y/s320/capt_612da73e0eda4058a86c07621326aa7e_china_earthquake_xaw116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I found a story which had touched my heart and I try my best to summarize it. After an earthquake at WenChuan,China, one of rescuers tried to save people and found a body who is woman, she was already dead, crushed by the collapsed house. But she kneeling on both knees, her entire upper body bent forward, held up by her two hands pressed against the ground, looked somewhat errie. At last, he found there has a baby who shielded by his mother's body, he was totally unharmed, sleeping peacefully as he was brought out. His soundly asleep face warmed the hearts of him and he discovered a mobile phone tucked into the blanket. He subconsciously looked at the display, found there was a SMS message. "My Dear Baby, If you were to stay alive, you must remember that I love you.亲爱的宝贝，如果你能活着，一定要记住我爱你" No stranger to the pain and sorrow brought by death, the rescuer nonetheless wept at this moment. 看惯了生离死别的救生员却在这一刻落泪了. I cried too, really. As I posted last time, God's love is shown through the mother and God is the source of love. Hope all of us can have a love, kind and caring hearted in this cruelty society. Pray for them and everyone who live in this world. Lastly, love yourself and your parent too. Stop complain because they're loving you ♥ although they're not understand you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;Give us a heart of compassion, For a world without vision, We will make a difference, Bring hope to our land&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/3330809437345810224-3333499241220625214?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3333499241220625214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=3333499241220625214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3333499241220625214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/3333499241220625214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/touching-story-i-believe-all-of-us-know.html' title='Earthquake In China'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDiEhDTZyLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Om-xOUkWpX8/s72-c/2489105087_2c97cd7793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-826502264771380144</id><published>2008-05-21T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:02:20.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Is To Be Blamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPkcAoug8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ER50lJSFxNo/s1600-h/2229542410_060df8f592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202753164401345474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPkcAoug8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ER50lJSFxNo/s320/2229542410_060df8f592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital. He died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how she was going to face her husband. When the disfraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUESTIONS :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What were the five words ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is the implication of this story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPjOQoug7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bydTDB6TwbI/s1600-h/love_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202751828666516402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPjOQoug7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bydTDB6TwbI/s320/love_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The husband just said "I am with you Dear". The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point for finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story is really worth reading. Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-826502264771380144?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/826502264771380144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=826502264771380144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/826502264771380144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/826502264771380144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/moral-of-story-boy-was-born-to-couple.html' title='No One Is To Be Blamed'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPkcAoug8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ER50lJSFxNo/s72-c/2229542410_060df8f592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6070383769175707668</id><published>2008-05-15T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:55:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance Of Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid relationships keep us grounded and accountable. If we start to get off course they help keep us on track. So who are the significant people in your life, the ones you spend the most time with, the ones whose opinions really matter to you? These people are your greatest influencers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who had watched IronMan? I did during my birthday. It's story quite nice and I believe you all know their love story which are quite touched especially when the girl try to influence the guy. Therefore, the question is how are they influencing you? So you have to ask yourself to know the answer as I did. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200462057046967090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCvAsAougzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FLawJkjtqZ8/s400/2468608707_fdc6c19e5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(1) What does he/she bring out of me?&lt;br /&gt;A true friend who knows your weaknesses, but he/she don't mind and shows you your strengths. And then he/she will feels your fears, but fortifies your faith when you are needed. They will recognises your disabilities, but emphasises your possibilities not compares your ability with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) What does he/she think of me?&lt;br /&gt;People who tend to become what the most important person in their lives believes they can be. Indeed, that's what we grow up to be! So we need to embrace the opinions of those we respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) What does he/she think of my future?&lt;br /&gt;Paul tells Timothy, "Don't let anyone think less of you because you are young" (&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 13px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.thevine.co.nz/bible/book/1timothy/4/12" target="_blank"&gt;1 Timothy 4:12&lt;/a&gt; NLT). Do the most important people in your life understand God's plan for you? Do they help or hinder you? Do they pray for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) How does he/she behave toward me in difficult times?&lt;br /&gt;The solid relationships in your life are those who are slow to suspect you, but quick to trust you. Slow to condemn your action, but quick to justify your action. Slow to offend you, but quick to defend you. Slow to expose you when you are in trouble, but quick to shield you when you needed. Slow to reprimand your behaviour, but quick to forbear themselves. Slow to be little, but quick to appreciate. Slow to demand from you, but quick to give to you. Slow to provoke you, but quick to help you. Slow to resent, but quick to forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6070383769175707668?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6070383769175707668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6070383769175707668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6070383769175707668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6070383769175707668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/importance-of-relationships.html' title='The Importance Of Relationships'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCvAsAougzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FLawJkjtqZ8/s72-c/2468608707_fdc6c19e5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-2583101550711710169</id><published>2008-05-12T08:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:16:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning Principles, Character, Behaviour and Moral Upright (Righteous &amp; Virtues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy please don't do this to any girls if you're not responsible, Girl be smart, don't stupid and love yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy:"Lets have sex right now."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Can we do what?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You know, can I be your first,finally?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Um.....no."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Because, 1. you have a girlfriend, who happens to be my friend......."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "So, if you don't tell, I won't tell."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Besides that, I'm waiting for someone special. Someone that I want to be with for the rest of my life to be my first."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "I'm not special to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "You're my friend. That's all."&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(If he really is your friend then he won't ask for sex from you,please wake up GIRL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guy: looks forward and keeps driving.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes pass.......&lt;br /&gt;Guy: starts to run his hand up the girl's thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: moves his hand, "Don't touch me."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: tries to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: screams, "Would you stop." &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Girl, you can get off from his car or call the police because he tried to insult you and never respect you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: continues trying.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: moves to the back seat &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(stupid action)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guy: parks on an abandoned street and gets in the back seat with the girl.Starts to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: pushes him off and scoots over, "Please, don't do this."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Don't do what, I know you want it, I can see it in your eyes." Moves over to her and starts to unbutton her pants. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Guy, please respect girl all the time...don't act like understand girl very well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Girl: pushes him harder and says, "No,don't." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(pushing is useless, should slap him hardly and shout as what you can although it is useless but still have a hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guy: getting aggravated, punches her and tells her to stop "playing hard to get".&lt;br /&gt;Girl: crying, continues to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: punches her harder, pulls her pants off, and holds her down.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: screams as he penetrates her, "NO, please don't do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: puts his hand over her mouth.An hour passes.........&lt;br /&gt;Guy: pulls back and wipes himself off.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: sits on the corner of the seat,crying.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: looks at her and says, "You better not tell anybody about this. If you're really my friend, you won't tell anybody about this. You know I love you." He reaches out his hand to touch her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: pulls back, "Just take me home,now." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Girl, if you thought he will take responsible then you are wrong because if guy truly love you, he won't do anything to hurt you and he will respect you all the time. Therefore, don't keep silence...report to police that he raped you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guy: says, "Alright." Gets in the front seat and drives her home.&lt;br /&gt;2 months later.........&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Doctor, what's wrong with me. I haven't had my time of the month in 2months."&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: looks at her, "You haven't been having your "time" for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: looks at him and says, "Why?"dreading the answer that she was sure to receive.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "You are pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story gets out that she is pregnant, and people start looking to the Guy. He claims that it isn't his because she was sleeping with every guy in the school(which was a lie). He goes to her and tells her, "I'm telling you, if you lie to people and say that I raped you, I'll kill you."The Girl is completely devastated. First, he took her virginity and got her pregnant....then he lied about it. So completely depressed......the girl commits suicide by drug overdose.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please girls, don't think that you're careful all the time then no need to prevent it. Sometimes, we must be careful to our friends especially go out alone with guys. If you really like or have feeling on him 越是在他不珍惜你的时候，越要好好疼爱自己. Don't be stupid and give your body to him. 相信男人爱你的时候是真的很爱你，而不爱的时候也真的是不爱了当爱情不能挽留的时候，就该学会放手。就算勉强再一起，也只是痛苦。Guys, 如果你们不能让她穿上嫁衣，就不要脱她们的衣服。Girls,不要轻看自己，要珍惜自己不然你们会后悔，要记得婚后性行为才是最保障的，没有耐心的男人就不适带给你幸福Don't sacrifice your body although you love him very much...Love doesn't mean can have sex unless you're ready or responsible for your action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要让任何人, 无论是集体舆论还是你的父母，朋友，男友，替你做决定。你爱他们，但是他们不占有你。你是个女孩子独立思考的能力和自信是最重要的，这决定了你是否最终能成为这个社会里值得尊重的一员。Don't try or step into these trap although you felt that you're careful enough because everything will happen in unexpected. Avoid it better than happen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sorry for insulting&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/3330809437345810224-2583101550711710169?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2583101550711710169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=2583101550711710169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2583101550711710169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/2583101550711710169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/guys-and-girls-be-alert.html' title='Concerning Principles, Character, Behaviour and Moral Upright (Righteous &amp; Virtues)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-6366318574594469259</id><published>2008-05-11T13:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:00:00.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother's Love&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199013811254625042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCabhAougxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/W5ZtB_P8S1o/s400/Mother%27s+day.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every year, we have many celebrations. One that is closest to our hearts must be that of the mother's day. Luckily, my Mum who can't understand english very well and don't know my blog too. That's why, I dare to write everything at here. If not she will worry/nag/ask a lot of things about me...But I don't mind^^because I know she cares for me all the time like my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreaciate your mother's amazing love because God puts a mother in each family to reveal His love. God's love is shown through the mother. Love and loyal to your mum although mother's love has limitation but we can know that our mum love us unconditionally like our God. God's love is shown through the mother and God is the source of love. As bible says:" Love come from God because God is Love(1 Jn 4:7-8)" So, don't wait....go and tell your mum that "Mum, I love you" &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum, I love you 虽然我有时都不听你的话和叛逆但你还是那么得爱我....And I will always remember how hard you grow us up. I want to tell you "妈，我小时候，你都是无微不至得照顾着我，when I'm afraid，你对我说“孩子，别怕，一路有我陪着你”每次都看到你的白发苍颜，increasing daily，我的心感到伤心...所以当我出来社会作工时，我一定会对你说“妈，接下来的路有我陪着你，不论以后如何我都不会撇下你" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mother's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are times when only a mother's love can understand our tears, can soothe our disappoints and calm all of our fears. There are times when only a mother's love can share the joy we feel when something we've dreamed about quite suddenly is real. There are times when only a mother's faith can help us on life's way and inspire in us the confidence we need from day to day. For a mother's heart and a mother's faith and a mother's steadfast love were fashioned by the angels and sent from God above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children do not realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children do not realize how deep is a mother's love, how wise...They do not fully understand the goodness of her guiding hand, and yet she's always held above the childhood things that children love. And as they grow the long years through, that love for her keeps growing too...And then they learn the full extent of what a mother's love has meant, the heartaches she's concealed within, how truly wonderful she's been! And here's to one beyond compare...the dearest mother always beside you and anywhere!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏出你的第一步，能改变一切。说出你要说的话，我相信每个母亲都会知道我们这一班孩子在想什么，但她们就是不懂如何表达她们的意识所以每次都大轰大声对我们说话so我们才觉得她们在骂我们其实她们不是，那有母亲骂孩子会开心的？我相信她们每骂一次，心就痛一次....Therefore we have to forgive them and be patient with them. 因为我们的母亲以前应该没有受过高等的教育所以不懂很多事，但她们都很耐心地把我们养大that's why we must understand them very well, don't hope them to understand us...When they scold us, we must be smart, don't repeat their mistake again....Just listen to them and don't argue to start the conflict...孝顺不是做好家事和听妈妈的话，而是但你母亲老时，你愿意付出一切陪着你的母亲就像当年她如何地照顾着你When you're still young...如果还是一样不能的话，那只有为我们的家庭祷告因为我知道我们不是靠着自己而是神在为我们动工Just pray to God when u're free because 世界上只有一个妈妈就像上帝一样。因为上帝透过我们的母亲流露出他的爱。有一个人小时候问过他母亲“妈，为什么你爱我？”她回他说“没有为什么，只因你是我的孩子”so我相信母亲爱儿女是没有条件的..所以我不要你想太多和怀疑你自己~其实好好地与你母亲沟通当她心情舒畅时, 注意你的声量...不论你妈的回应如何，要带着笑容.我相信很难但为什么我们对别人可以而家人却不能呢？踏出你的第一步，能改变一切^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199014086132532002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCabxAougyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xjf7D7Om4MA/s400/Mother%27s+day+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-6366318574594469259?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6366318574594469259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=6366318574594469259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6366318574594469259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/6366318574594469259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCabhAougxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/W5ZtB_P8S1o/s72-c/Mother%27s+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4017018372307045476</id><published>2008-05-06T18:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:06:35.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Special Day For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBD4l9uWgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S8mBs8pcuXM/s1600-h/173716684_aa2b1ed1f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197228609528289794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBD4l9uWgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S8mBs8pcuXM/s400/173716684_aa2b1ed1f3.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday can considered as my unlucky day and lucky day too. Unlucky day because I had involved in accident yesterday afternoon but not my fault. Because of that careless malay driver, this accident brought me a lot of troubles, wasted my time for doing report in police station, delay all my plans and ruined everything up too. I was really down and pissed off and how can this accident happen on me during my birthday?? What a big, amazing, surprise, and precious gift that God gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky day which is I'm still alive and safe so I have to thank my God again. Due to one of my friends who told me that I need to thank God because I am safe although I have a bad or terrible day. Yeah, I didn't get in injury and pain while the accident occured so thanks to everything like what I had posted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBE9V9uWhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/eXkoGQCUmHY/s1600-h/73496074_5f698a4873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197229790644296210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBE9V9uWhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/eXkoGQCUmHY/s200/73496074_5f698a4873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides that, I also need to thank some of my friends who cared me very much after they knew it. Now everything is okay, but I just felt very sorry to one of my friends who helped me a lot and accompany me during this holiday because I was disappointed him. Sorry Vincent. May God bless him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4017018372307045476?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4017018372307045476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4017018372307045476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4017018372307045476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4017018372307045476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/unforgetable-memory.html' title='Unforgettable Memory'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBD4l9uWgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S8mBs8pcuXM/s72-c/173716684_aa2b1ed1f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-4467478807077592270</id><published>2008-05-05T09:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:25:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBDKl9uWfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Bol-kbvqyEI/s1600-h/896061011_38ba51bcbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197227819254307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBDKl9uWfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Bol-kbvqyEI/s400/896061011_38ba51bcbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, today is my birthday which are very very common for me but I love my birthday very much because of it's number 5/5 So that is my lucky and favorite number. This earlier morning, there have a lot of greeting messages in my phone which woke me up from my dream, haha^^ but it doesn't matter. Sorry for not replying due to last night I received my friend greeting messages until my handphone low battery. And then, I forgot brought my handphone charger to my friend's house so can't do anything. Now I staying in my friend's house to relax my mind and write my blog=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that those who sent birthday greeting to me last night......Thanks to All of my friends but sorry that this year I don't want to organize any party or wad to celebrate it~Maybe.....maybe.....moody, lazy, normal or bore. However, I just want to be alone this year and enjoy my birthday alone....Birthday party doesn't have any meaning for me anymore. 有还是没有also okay. I believe today will be pass very fast in the short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends who already helped me to celebrate my birthday and I thanked them very much. It was really touched for me although I didn't express out my emotion. I will remember every moment that I had. But also have some of my friends who never sent greeting to me....It's okay because I also had forgotten their birthday too due to lazy or bad memorize. Haha~I was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my blog from last time until today, still don't know why I keep writting my this stupid blog. Update, update and update....Is this can encourage or motivate you all or me? Don't know but I was enjoyed it and can expressed what I want to say and think in here. I'm not angel and demon so you have the choice, not to see and read my blog天使有翅膀,我没有,所以我不是天使.魔鬼有魔力,我没有,所以我不是魔鬼.我有的,是无奈、绝望和孤独to write my blog. Sigh~No one willing be my listeners or soul mates, I can't share my happiness, loneliness and everything except my God who always stay with me. I know that really had an odd effect on me. I'm not complaining about being single...don't get me wrong. Being single allows me to focus on my classes and getting work straightened out. Although 我还是单身，but不要打我主意because 我要专心致志to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~gonna stop here...I had something to do now. Take care and wish you all hav a blessed days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-4467478807077592270?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4467478807077592270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=4467478807077592270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4467478807077592270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/4467478807077592270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SCBDKl9uWfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Bol-kbvqyEI/s72-c/896061011_38ba51bcbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-5022930201977226704</id><published>2008-05-04T19:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:26:38.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children Of God How blessed You Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for all the blessings you gave me this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for the sunny days and for the sad, cloudy days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for the peaceful afternoons and the long, dark nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for health and sickness, for the sorrows and joys I had this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for all the things you lent me and then took back again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the friendly smiles and helping hands, for the love I received and all wonderful things. For the flowers and stars, for friends and loving souls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for the loneliness, for studies, for difficulties and problems, for uncertainties and tears because all these brought me closer to You. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for preserving my life, for supplying shelter, food and all my needs.&lt;/p&gt;感谢神所赐的一切, 感谢神奇妙的带领, 感谢神那慈爱的大能深感着我的心......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主，我承认我是个罪人，我常常都不知我的言语和行为得罪了人和你，但你一次又一次得原谅我，给我机会...主，我感谢你。我也承认我很久没好好地与神和亲近聆听你的声音了。我猜想应该是我事奉的心累了, 麻木了, 和厌倦了。Maybe 我觉得那教会事奉的方式和我之前的不一样，但我总来没有give up...虽然每次都会和一些人起冲突和意见不合，but感谢主让我面对这样的事，好让我长大和成长。 祈求主让我能在日常生活中能无时无刻的为你做见证。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愿神帮助我们能昼夜思想你的话语,愿你带领我们的生活，赐给我们智慧晓得如何规划我们每天的生活，不让事奉影响我们日常的生活也不让我们的生活阻挡我们来到你的面前。求神让我们晓得自己的本份是什么？让我们晓得我们应该做什么事？不是凭我们的意思,乃是照你的心意。学生的就为自己的学业祷告，工作者就为自己的工作祷告。因为我知道我们不是靠着自己而是神在动工who had prepared and planned everythings for us. Thank Lord for giving me opportunities to commit myself again after the prayer meeting that I attended last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, You're my fortress my hiding place, Your precious blood washes me because You shed Your blood to give me life and brigthen up my life when I'm low. Only You can touch my pain and heal it. 求祢指教我，不叫我陷入那世间诱惑，救我脱离恶人网罗。I love You with all my heart, soul strength and love, more than anything in life. Thank You Lord.....Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518118858316258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SB29sl9uWeI/AAAAAAAAAas/8FgLVWc6zUQ/s400/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330809437345810224-5022930201977226704?l=threeinloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5022930201977226704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330809437345810224&amp;postID=5022930201977226704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5022930201977226704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330809437345810224/posts/default/5022930201977226704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeinloves.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thank-you-lord.html' title='I Thank You Lord'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01394887132349774171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SDPmLQoug9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CjGVNwXPGek/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYeXbvoWv8M/SB29sl9uWeI/AAAAAAAAAas/8FgLVWc6zUQ/s72-c/Picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330809437345810224.post-7190753507675210444</id><published>2008-05-03T10:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:32:17.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Come Relax Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Made in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese man was in a hurry to go tothe KLIA airport, so he took a Proton taxi. The taxi driver took his sweettime driving within the speed limit butthe Jap was getting impatient.&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The following is their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;conversation on the way to the airport .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Toyota Camry overtook the taxi.....zoom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jap: Look ...look ...&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!! ...very fast!!!.... made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! Proton...no good.... mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;a&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: yah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After a few minutes a Nissan overtook the taxi....zoom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jap: look.... look.... Nissan!!!.....very good!! v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ery fast! made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! Proton.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no good.... m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ade in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: yah....yah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes a Honda overtook the taxi...zooom. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jap: look.... look... Honda!!.... very GOOD!!....very fast!!....m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ade in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Proton...no good...made in&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt; Malaysia&lt;/st1
