<?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-8223595172127807665</id><updated>2011-11-11T23:17:44.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Ever Notice Me?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-1575494389844936811</id><published>2010-09-29T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:05:09.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what to blog</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog ! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is coming nearer and nearer. I should have studied instead of sitting in front of the computer! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-1575494389844936811?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/1575494389844936811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-know-what-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/1575494389844936811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/1575494389844936811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-know-what-to-blog.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to blog'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-294660812228419963</id><published>2010-07-10T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:38:10.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget you, it's extremely hard to me. I don't know how am I going to forget you. But I will not bother you, because you're nothing to me. You're even mean to me, so what for to bother you. As you said, we can be friends. But I don't think so. Fineeee, I don't mind anymore. I just hope I'll be fine after all. =] It's extremely painful. But I will try to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks ! Why there are so many things happen in my life?  friendship and love. Why can't it just disappear in my life? Okay, fine. Friendship, I will not care anymore. Love, I will not be in the relationship. I'm single and unavailable...: ) What I've done for you, I'm sorry. ! My bad, my fault too.&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/8223595172127807665-294660812228419963?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/294660812228419963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/07/hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/294660812228419963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/294660812228419963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/07/hard.html' title='Hard !'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-2586660334525092858</id><published>2010-03-29T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:34:01.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is the use I sad? I'm sad because of anything, any problems. I don't want to solve any problems from now on and what's the use I trust so many people and what I get? Nothing but, I get sadness and hurt from everyone. :'(  I don't want to trust you but, I'm so stupid and believe you all. It's my problem, not yours. Who can I believe? I'm really sad but, I don't know what to do. Whatever, I don't want to life anymore and I fed up with it. I don't want to blog already. &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/8223595172127807665-2586660334525092858?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/2586660334525092858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-use-i-sad-im-sad-because-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2586660334525092858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2586660334525092858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-use-i-sad-im-sad-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-7671609795557163499</id><published>2010-03-27T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:07:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a life and friendship is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You all don't need to bother whether did I talk bad words behind you all. I will never ever talk bad words behind you all. It's just waste my energy to talk it. And what's the use I want to talk so, don't need to bother about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do you all want to make problems with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Can't you all just don't think about and having quarrel between friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you all cherish friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you all know what friendship mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't want to bother about it anymore, it's just waste my time and energy. Go away, I don't want to know what you all want to do to me. This is my life not yours, if you all hate me, just go away and don't think I will hate you. That's all, don't ask me anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Time goes quickly, I'm going to take PMR and PET this year. I feel so nervous about it. I want to transfer school after PMR and get my results. Results are my everything now, I will work hard in order to get good grades in my PMR and PET. I want success, I don't want to be failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mood is kinda sad and down. I should stop here to not let my tears drop. =D&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/8223595172127807665-7671609795557163499?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/7671609795557163499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-life-and-friendship-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7671609795557163499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7671609795557163499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-life-and-friendship-is.html' title='What a life and friendship is.'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-3705665176732867867</id><published>2010-03-20T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:53:24.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Currently listening to 发如雪 by 周杰伦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;狼牙月伊人憔悴我举杯饮尽了风雪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;是谁打翻前世柜惹尘埃是非&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;缘字诀几番轮回你锁眉哭红颜唤不回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;纵然青史已经成灰我爱不灭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;繁华如三千东流水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;我只取一瓢爱了解只恋你化身的蝶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;你发如雪凄美了离别我焚香感动了谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;邀明月让回忆皎洁爱在月光下完美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;你发如雪纷飞了眼泪我等待苍老了谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;红尘醉微醺的岁月我用无悔刻永世爱你的碑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;你发如雪凄美了离别我焚香感动了谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;邀明月让回忆皎洁爱在月光下完美你发如雪纷飞了眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;我等待苍老了谁红尘醉微醺的岁月&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;啦儿啦啦儿啦啦儿啦儿啦啦儿啦啦儿啦啦儿啦儿啦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;铜镜映无邪扎马尾你若撒野今生我把酒奉陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't even understand how I feel, how am I going to understand other people's feelings? I don't feel I'm fine enough, I feel like I'm hurt again. What am I suppose to do? My mood is so down right now. I'm really feel hurt and want to cry out loud. I don't know what can I do, I just know I want to scream as loud as I can. I want my best friends by my side right now. What can I do, they are far away from me and I can't get to see them for so many years. T.T  I really don't have any idea to know what can I do.=((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Second, what a sister I have. She doesn't have any manners to everyone, she just like to be as what as she likes. I hate it, I will never admit I have a sister like you. I fed up with your things, I will never care it and bother about it anymore. What I care for her now, is nothing! NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-3705665176732867867?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/3705665176732867867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/feel-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3705665176732867867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3705665176732867867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/feel-hurt.html' title='Feel hurt'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-2912750056025404210</id><published>2010-03-19T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:11:46.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Make Sure What My Mood Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Currently listening to 寂寞，好了 by 蔡旻佑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;拼命的奢望 悶壞的胸口讓我想大聲的吶喊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我努力不放 你冷淡 你讓分手 就這樣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我連做夢也感覺 受傷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一年過了 還是一天 計算著慌張&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;計程車上的音響 我們最愛的情歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;這一刻卻重重擊破思念的 心臟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;夜深 了我怎麼辦 寂寞了誰在身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心情變得好復雜 想她 念她 恨她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一個人你害怕嗎 細數過漫天星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;說好永遠不分開 多假 多假 多假&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;讓 記憶長出翅膀 飛翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心放空了 寂寞 好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;堅強外表下 我脆弱 情人節開始失常&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;別人慶祝 我卻很失落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;秋天過了  冬天漫長&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;關於愛 感傷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我們天真的勇敢 我們追求的夢想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;捨不得也只能收藏旅行的時光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;夜深了我怎麼辦  寂寞了誰在身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心情變得好復雜 想她 念她 恨她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一個人你害怕嗎 細數過漫天星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;說好永遠不分開 多假 多假 多假&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;讓記 憶長出翅膀 飛翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心放空了 寂寞 好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;寂寞感冒全都可以好的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;愛多甜 傷多痛 都釋放 oh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;夜深了我怎 麼辦 寂寞了誰在身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心情變得好復雜 想她 念她 恨她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一個人你害怕嗎 細數過漫天星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;說好永遠不分開 多假 多假 多假&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;讓 記憶長出翅膀 飛翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;沒有你 心放空了 寂寞 好了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy but I'm sad also today. Happy because I feel I never lost you, and I get another best friends. I never think that you'll be my best friends but now, (XM) you're my best friends&lt;/span&gt;. It won't have any changes even though we have quarrel or what. I'm sad because one of my best friend is going to leave me soon. I'm so sad about it when I heard she told me. I don't want you to leave me. I will miss you always, you're one of the best friend I have ever known. I'm regret about something but, I can sure that the thing won't repeat again in my life. But, some people will still repeat it in my life. I can't do anything to them. I really don't want you to leave me, I'm sad right now. I don't want any friends of mine leave me anymore, I'm tired with crying. I don't want this kind of thing happens again, it really hurts me. God, I beg you. Don't let them leave me. Besides of her, all my best friends are studying different school with me also. I can't do anything, I can't get to see them. I miss them badly, I miss them more than I can count. I miss those days we played hard and got scold together by teachers. I miss the times we always hang out, too. Where are you all now? T_T missing you badly... &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I MISS YOU ALL!! GET BACK TO MY SIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, I have a sister who doesn't respect me at all. Nothing else I can do to her, I won't do anything anymore. She does everything herself, don't ever come and ask me. I will tell you this, 'I don't know how to do', 'I'm busying' and 'I want to sleep'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop now, if not I will be end up with scolding people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Don't leave me, my best friends and my friends!&lt;br /&gt;: I don't want to have a sister like YOU! Get lost from my life, don't keep on ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote by puzhen.&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/8223595172127807665-2912750056025404210?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/2912750056025404210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-make-sure-what-my-mood-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2912750056025404210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2912750056025404210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-make-sure-what-my-mood-is.html' title='Can&apos;t Make Sure What My Mood Is!'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-8070375145803699427</id><published>2010-03-16T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:57:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Cry out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm actually happy today but when I saw that 'message', my mood started to change into moody.  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I even wanna cry out loud now, there's no reason for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to not cry. I had already CHEER! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm still feel guilty to you. I'M SO SORRY!&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to make you to worry about a person who is so stupid. I wonder why I so hate today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;What's wrong with myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I don't understand myself. Sometimes I'm happy but, sometimes I'm not. I'm so confuse with myself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I'm exposing everything to my blog, but do I have a second choice to find a person to talk to? NO, I DON'T HAVE =(( I &lt;/span&gt;wanna go back to primary school's life, the life in primary school was the best memory that I had ever have. Nice memory! But, what did I done when I'm in secondary school? I end up with sadness and cry over the day and night. If everything can come true, I would like to ask God some question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a life u give me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever pity me that I'm having the hurt life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who can let me really trust forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who won't tell out my secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who will by my side when I'm sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where do all my best friends go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you help to lead in a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I exchange my life with other people that wanna live longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I scream out loud and tell the whole world that I'm sad now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever I said, it will never ever come true! I will never ever get any sympathy from anyone, and I can say that I don't need it even I'm sad. I will never ever believe a person easily, it may cause me get hurt from you or even cry because of you. I don't mind how will you look at me but I will still be myself, and will not cry easily anymore. Even tears drop, it's not my real problems anymore. Trying my best to smile, play hard but when I'm sad, nothing can make me ever smile again. It has already become the second me, and I'm living for the second life. I'm not playing you with my life, I'm really and I will never ever say don't want you to be my GOD SISTER! It's me, and will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The God will never ever help me change my life into a happy life, sadness is always following me. =(( I feel like wanna cry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think I should stop here already. bye, readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Wrote by puzhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-8070375145803699427?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/8070375145803699427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-to-cry-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8070375145803699427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8070375145803699427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-to-cry-out-loud.html' title='Want to Cry out Loud'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-8734195296261677533</id><published>2010-03-15T15:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:01:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad =((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Something happens again these days. I thought I have thought something in the right way but, the same thing was repeat again. How happy was I last night? My smiles are fake. I don't even can have a real smile which is happy to all my friends. But then, when I have a long sleep, I'm scare I can't get to see my friends again. They're best, I miss you all. Where have you all gone to? I need your comfort and cheer me. I'm Missing you. I can't wait for PMR, I want to take ALL those stupid licence  and go to visit all my friends. I miss them a lot, I can't see them for nearly 3 years. And very sorry to someone. I know I have hurt you and made u sad, I'M SO SORRY! I don't know what can I do to you. I just know I can say sorry to you. *tears drop* SORRY! I sincerely apologize to you. I'M SO SORRY! I can't tell you the truth that I'm still sad about it. I'M SO SORRY! I don't wanna my friends to worry. I have enough thing to let them worry, I don't want to add more. My friends, I'm so sorry! I'm really useless, don't even know how to solve out the problems. ))= Friends, I miss you. =(( I really really wanna change school, I'm not joking anymore, I meant it. But, my parents never understand how I feel when I say I want to transfer school. It can say, I cry because of I want to transfer and my parents didn't want to let me transfer. I hope I can finish school as soon as possible and I get to go Singapore. Don't need to stay at here. =DD I'M SO SORRY TO YOU! I didn't mean to make u sad by asking the question. I know you was sad also when I asked you that question. But now, the answer has become the fact. I can't change the decision of yours. I just can accept it. *tears gonna drop non-stop* I don't dare to think the question of asking be anyone god sister. I am really afraid of it. Who ever asks, I will reject or depend on who is you. Sadness will forever with you, if you never think to forget the sad problems. 我想了又想，我真的很想放弃一切. 朋友再也不是我的一切，他们只是我生活中的一部分而已. 我很谢谢茹萍听我诉苦，真的很谢谢她！&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/8223595172127807665-8734195296261677533?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/8734195296261677533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8734195296261677533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8734195296261677533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad.html' title='Sad =(('/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-2795850875014020050</id><published>2010-01-23T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:49:16.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HML! HATE MY FRIENDSHIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;IHML. Why everyone keep on scolding me and make me feel nothing else I can do. What I do is just a mistake. I feel down since my birthday until now. Even now I look happy and excited but all of you can sure that the real me is happy and feel excited. Everything is my fault, you all want to blame just blame it on me. I don't mind even though I care a lot. To the people who said I snatch  their friends, I just can tell you. I never do that and I won't snatch my friends' friends forever and ever. I'll just take them as my friends but I won't close to them. 'You' make everything of what my friends did to me flash back. I cried for few days and it's just wasting my tears. When I saw 'you' and 'her', automatically my tears will drop. I was wondering why my tears drop. but I have ever try to endure to not cry but it's an useless way. Every of my friendship is going to end very fast in one week time. It makes me can't even have a breathe. I wanna take a long sleep to let myself rest. I don't want to think anything or anyone anymore. It makes me getting more and more sad. But what can I do for now. I didn't know anything what you all gonna do. IHML. What can I do? I rather take my life and exchange with the people who really cherish and enjoy their life a lot. Like the dragon boat members, if can, I really wanna exchange my life with them. They will lead a better life than me. I'm just wasting my time in my life. They still can contribute to the community. But I just can do nothing to the community. I'm trying to enjoy my life but everyone is making me sad non-stop. I keep on changing my tuition but now, I have confirmed all my tuition timetable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have got to go now.Bye, Miss you all. -puzhen- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-2795850875014020050?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/2795850875014020050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/01/hml-hate-my-friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2795850875014020050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/2795850875014020050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/01/hml-hate-my-friendships.html' title='HML! HATE MY FRIENDSHIPS'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-8551728156522983793</id><published>2010-01-02T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:54:35.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Try to get rid of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have nothing to blog this days. I gonna buy new mobile phone tonight with my own money. T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm happy to buy a new mobile phone but I'm sad because I need to buy new mobile phone with my own money. And I'm sad because I fail to forget him again. I don't know what kind of my brain is. Making me more and more sad sometimes, I wonder should I take my brain out or what. To stop thinking everything. My brother is going to take UPSR and my sister is going to take SPM also. And I'm going to take PMR also. T.T Feel getting more stress now. Want to get straight A but I scare I can't get. I'm having a bad mood and sad mood now. I wanna text him a message but I'm scared of he won't reply me. I have no one can talks to now. I wonder when the world will end? Will I have a friend that won't quarrel or fight with me forever? Even fight or quarrel, the person will never say don't want to friend with me. That is what I want, and for those who keep saying me 'berlagak, sombong' please get rid of my life. I don't really need this kind of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;幸好这几天我都不会闷，因为我都有人陪不会寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-8551728156522983793?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/8551728156522983793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-try-to-get-rid-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8551728156522983793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8551728156522983793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-try-to-get-rid-of.html' title='Wanna Try to get rid of.'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-1608257385999768456</id><published>2009-12-25T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:54:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, tired, angry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Jusco yesterday with my friends. Madei phoned me yesterday morning and I wanted to answer but my hand phone off suddenly. When I on back my hand phone, it off back. I was so angry with my hand phone. When I finished bath, I decided to go the phone shop and repair my hand phone. But the phone shop hadn't open yet. I was getting more and more angry at that time. When I back to home, I smash my hand phone but it didn't work at all. Then I told my mother about my hand phone thingy and she asked me went to Jusco's phone shop and asked to repair and how much is my hand phone costs if I want to trade in. I asked two phone shops and one of the shop's stuff told me that the higher price they give is RM 150. I feel unworthy with my hand phone. When I got back from Jusco, my mother brought me went to Krico and asked how much of my hand phone to trade in. They said if my hand phone isn't okay, it costs between Rm100 to RM 120, but if my hand phone is okay, it costs RM150. And my mother decided to buy a new hand phone for me also so my mother was planned to buy C510 Sony Ericsson for me. It costs around RM650. When I got back home, my father brought me go to a party and I was very very tired. I came back before 10p.m and I had nothing to do at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so bored at home today. I went to a wedding eve party just now. And it was kinda bored. Nothing to do at there. I need go there again tomorrow. I was busy this few days but I am free at home. Too tired d. Bye people. I will blog again tomorrow night. Good night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-1608257385999768456?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/1608257385999768456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-tired-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/1608257385999768456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/1608257385999768456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-tired-angry.html' title='Busy, tired, angry!'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-5479178566273915890</id><published>2009-12-23T18:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:50:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Everything is being more and more complicated. My friendship is getting more and more worse now. I went to tuition this morning, and quite have fun there.I was like laughing non-stop. I don't know why I feel all my laugh are fake. I realise something again. LOVE IS COMPLICATED. sometimes, love can make people become sweet, but sometimes, it can make people sad. It was too complicated. I don't know what can I do. I just want to ask G0d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do I deserve to live up till now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can you shorten my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can you take my life away and return for two people's health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why don't you let them happy forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why don't you let them have a good family that won't always nag them and scold them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why? Why? Why? Can you answer me all those question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was too complicated, even G0d also can't answer my question. How to help them? I have lost my way. I must force myself into a corner of a place. I don't care even I collapse down. God bless them. Let them be happy forever, won't get scold and nag by family. This is what I hope now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;wrote by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puzhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-5479178566273915890?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/5479178566273915890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/5479178566273915890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/5479178566273915890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-7796351159862440458</id><published>2009-12-21T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:50:39.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt my heart was breaking yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt;, I was quite sad at that time because I was hearing a song called Fa Ru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xue&lt;/span&gt; by Jay Chou. It's touching and nice. I love it's melody and lyrics. I listened to this song non-stop, repeat and repeat again. It's so nice. I felt my heart pain yesterday and I don't know what to do. I stopped everything that I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Why we can't love a person without getting any hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Why we should love a person secretly and never want to let the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that we like them?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you all tell me the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Why you all wanna hide everything from me? Is it I can't let you all believe or trust me?&lt;br /&gt;I really tired, I rather admit I'm lose. I also don't want be so suffer and you all don't need hide everything from me. When you feel want to tell me, you can just tell me but I don't hope you tell me the opening and never finish the ending. I don't hope this happen. If not...&lt;br /&gt;Should I just give up to not know everything of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Should I just pretending as I don't know you all sad or no mood?&lt;br /&gt;Should I just release everything in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what can I do. I had lost my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-7796351159862440458?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/7796351159862440458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-break-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7796351159862440458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7796351159862440458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-break-3.html' title='Heart Break'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-7139833093319115952</id><published>2009-12-20T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:50:57.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Her A Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Start from today, I just will treat my youngest sister good.but I won't treat my another younger sister as good as last time. I'll only hate her forever. Don't ever mention her in front of me again. wanna ask me fetch her to tuition, NO WAY! I can't do that. I wasn't addicted sitting in front of computers. Is I have nothing to do beside studying. You all parents only know how to nag, scold and beat you all own children, never know how to care a child well. Just know busying watching DVD and go out. Without this things, can't you all alive? Fine, I got to know something again and I learnt this from my parents. When people too bored, and always did something for a long time, we should scold or nag the people. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, is my parents force me to be more and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. I feel that they won't treat me as good as last time. In their memory, I should not alive. I'm just invisible in their eyes. I won't talk to her from now. Want me to talk to her, I'll ask you all let me die first. Just know cry, cry is the smartest way in this world. 哭就能战胜一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-7139833093319115952?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/7139833093319115952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/hate-her-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7139833093319115952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/7139833093319115952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/hate-her-lot.html' title='Hate Her A Lot'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-8581328534828685562</id><published>2009-12-15T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:57:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up With Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel more and more tired nowadays. When I wanna do something, I'll feel very tired. Why my life so damn sucks. I rather take a thing to hit me on, and to wake up from the stupid, idiot dream. I had already know that the thing can't come true forever and ever, why don't I give up? I'm using a stupid, idiot, useless brain. Don't know what I'm thinking also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad and moody today. Don't know why when she asked me go along her to look for someone time, I feel upset. The feelings like wanna kill me to hell. I really fed up with everything. I'll ask myself to not always texting with friends, I hope it won't get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner. I hope I can celebrate her birthday with her. I didn't see her for a long time, after this year I've a 10years friend. I feel happy when I know that I've a friendship that have already 10years. I miss all my friends but I miss ** also. I miss ** a lot of time today. I really don't understand what am I thinking. **brain sucks**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-8581328534828685562?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/8581328534828685562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/fed-up-with-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8581328534828685562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/8581328534828685562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/fed-up-with-everything.html' title='Fed Up With Everything'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-3359746162495007057</id><published>2009-12-15T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:51:55.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Understand What My Mood Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mood is getting worse every day. I wonder why my mood will drop every day. Sometimes I was too over happy, sometimes I was moody over. I don't know why my mood can't be balance. Yeah!! I'm going to go out with friends tomorrow, I'm going to see Hui Ching and Xiao Ying. Miss them a lot. They're my close friends forever and I ever had. GTG!! GOOD NITE!! I continue tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-3359746162495007057?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/3359746162495007057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-understand-what-my-mood-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3359746162495007057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3359746162495007057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-understand-what-my-mood-is.html' title='Don&apos;t Understand What My Mood Is'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-9141493022496135293</id><published>2009-12-13T22:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:56:50.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Learnt New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; learned a new chapter today at my tuition. My teacher said don't too believe our best friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;they'll betray us one day. And don't tell all our own secrets to our best friends. When I heard this, I recall back everything. Why I so stupid? May be what my teacher said is true, but I want to believe myself never made wrong decision again. I want to believe them. I very scare to have such a friend like my ex-best friends now. I really very scare. I am bad at everything, good at nothing. I'm such a useless human. I'm wasting my time on the things that won't happen in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;life. I went to my friend's house today and I saw the presents that Hui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; and I gave her. I helped her did her things and I took down the photos of the presents, very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW3m7W4rPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B2Xc6LIBgwY/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW3m7W4rPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B2Xc6LIBgwY/s320/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419439606006852850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My close friend forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW4C9oFqHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ygLTwvbZNKA/s1600-h/DSC00654.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/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW4C9oFqHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ygLTwvbZNKA/s320/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419440087652214898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                               Hui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; and I gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW4cQvBIYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U_S321xCto0/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW4cQvBIYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U_S321xCto0/s320/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419440522278281602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                                      Hui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love all those presents a lot. I miss you all. Wanna see back you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-9141493022496135293?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/9141493022496135293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-learnt-new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/9141493022496135293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/9141493022496135293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-learnt-new-chapter.html' title='I Had Learnt New Chapter'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/SzW3m7W4rPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B2Xc6LIBgwY/s72-c/DSC00655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223595172127807665.post-3834066605305695950</id><published>2009-12-12T16:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:55:08.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Bad Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My mood kinda bad again nowadays. Should I just give up? I feel like nothing changes. Why don't you just shut up your mouth? I don't want to know anything. Everything is trying to make me recall back the incident that I should not start. I wanna try to forget everything but... I can't make it success. It's making people feel suffer and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223595172127807665-3834066605305695950?l=puzhen95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/feeds/3834066605305695950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mood-kinda-bad-again-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3834066605305695950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223595172127807665/posts/default/3834066605305695950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puzhen95.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mood-kinda-bad-again-nowadays.html' title='Mood Bad Again'/><author><name>[z][h][e][n]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396702333266132566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCmnXVBIWfQ/TAthIkbitRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orfAgsj5H-4/S220/DSC03205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
