<?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-1772125293971674190</id><updated>2011-12-03T07:40:24.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-4194806431244131953</id><published>2011-09-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:52:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Hello~ If i can accept thousand of your weakness and bad habits, can you try to accept a little bit of mine too? or at least praise the little, nope, alot of changes that i have made? ANNOYING LAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-4194806431244131953?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/4194806431244131953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/09/emo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/4194806431244131953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/4194806431244131953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/09/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-1243176963999534286</id><published>2011-08-04T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:51:26.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman that Cant be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess that I am moving very slowly, maybe not even moving. Maybe there's not yet space available for a new one. Maybe I am just simply enjoying now. I just dunno, dont really think about it. Maybe I should start thinking and set up the priority. How much I wish things can be paused.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know: when one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always tell myself: I dont have to prove anything to anyone. I just need to prove myself how strong i am. I need to let go. Take some time, cry a bit and then move on. I will feel like I am born again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my dear friends, please dont tease me with another new guy. I may respond to the joke with a smile, but deep inside, i still think it is really weird. Not really long time ago, you guys blessed me to be happy forever with some guy. So teasing me like that is really weird. Dont ask me why, just try to put urself in my shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I am not moving. But at least, I am not longer waiting. Just the wash out period is kinda long. So what? I am not desperate. ;P I am still young, plenty of chances is waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-1243176963999534286?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/1243176963999534286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-that-cant-be-moved.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/1243176963999534286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/1243176963999534286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-that-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Woman that Cant be Moved'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-7262317627616908906</id><published>2011-07-25T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T05:46:11.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>喜与悲</title><content type='html'>喜。。。&lt;br /&gt;凌晨时刻，接到一个惊喜电话。好久没听到这声音。谈的不是嘘寒问暖，而是只关公事。为何我却开心到睡不着觉？闭上眼睛嘴巴都还在偷笑？&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;悲。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;傍晚时刻，接到一个熟悉电话。经常听到这声音。谈的只是嘘寒问暖，并非公事。为何我却感到如此厌烦？马马虎虎，怒气冲冲地回答，不到三分钟就把电话挂掉？我躺在床上，开始感到后悔。冷静之后，拨了电话回家。问候弟弟们。问候婆婆。婆婆的脚因为被我自以为是的二姑乱服中药，疼得不能走路， 针灸后才康复。我听着听着，眼泪也流了下来。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;我最讨厌打电话回家。最讨厌嘘寒问暖。就是因为我不想，想家， 担心家务事。弟弟们顽皮，不努力读书。爸妈有时吵架。亲戚们有时玩暗战。这些压力，无形，却让我透不过气。我连家都很少回。但是，奇怪的是，六年了，我何尝没有一次，一离开家门，与爸妈婆婆道别，自己一个人在机场，偷偷流泪到上飞机？我对家，又爱又恨。这些，我的家人并不知道。他们懂的，只是陈家出了一个有个性，坚强的女医生。接到朋友电话，我喜；接到家人电话，我悲。我想，我只是一个，一旦投入长久感情，就会无法自拔，但又不擅长表达，带着假面具，的一个没用女儿。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-7262317627616908906?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/7262317627616908906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7262317627616908906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7262317627616908906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='喜与悲'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-4519711451419282411</id><published>2011-06-04T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:31:52.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>惊喜道别电话</title><content type='html'>在机场， 竟然接到他的电话。 虽然说所谈的， 只是关于‘苹果’ ， 但是， 终觉得冥冥中已注定， 他在最后一分钟， 还是让我无比兴奋。 又开始想你了。。谢谢你！！&lt;div 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title='惊喜道别电话'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-565977269457380828</id><published>2011-06-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:38:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>想念的味道</title><content type='html'>生活上有了一些改变， 也许当初他的决定是正确的。我生命出现了一些比情人还能持续更久的朋友。 每天嘻嘻哈哈， 吃喝玩乐， 有难同当， 有福同享。 而今天， 当他跟我说再见， 祝我假期快乐时， 我竟然开始想念起他了。 天呀， 我怎么搞的？ 哈哈！可能我想念的， 是他身上所散发的香草味道。 可能我想念的是， 他微笑的脸孔， 时而自大， 一次次重复他的威风史， 他的自信。 可能我想念的是， 在玩耍时，我们不经意的互动， 手指与手指相勾的那一刹那。  想念的味道， 甜中带点酸， 我开始喜欢这个恋爱最原始的味道。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-565977269457380828?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-3525884136912858843</id><published>2011-04-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:57:56.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;pre class="indented" style="padding-left: 20pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(103, 142, 138); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="indented" style="padding-left: 20pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(103, 142, 138); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; "&gt;Whats your fuckin problem? You busybody/ quidnunc/ nosey-parker/ nosy-parker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="indented" style="padding-left: 20pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(103, 142, 138); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; "&gt;Sticking your nose into other people's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; "&gt;business.. What is wrong with everyone nowadays?? What is it that makes everyone seems to think they are qualified to do things far beyond their capabilities??  That's the problem between two of us, so there is no space for u to come in and give advice.. Who do u think you are?? Real pro??? come on sucker, you loser!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="indented" style="padding-left: 20pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(103, 142, 138); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; "&gt;The best advice I can give is to ignore advice. Life is too short to be distracted by the opinions of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;No enemy is worse than bad advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So screw you!!! We dun need ur advice.. Even wanna start a new life is also none of ur business!!! What kind of fren r u &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saying such thing??? I cant believe it.. What position do u have that makes u thk u can give such BAD ADVICE?? Fuck off!!!  &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/1772125293971674190-3525884136912858843?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/3525884136912858843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/04/screw-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/3525884136912858843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/3525884136912858843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/04/screw-you.html' title='Screw You'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-8566073531048191829</id><published>2011-03-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:18:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~tired~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;不要以为我很坚强，很快乐。如今淡漠只是武装自己不受伤。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;我不喜欢别人把我看的脆弱，也不喜欢别人以为我很不快乐。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;坏孩子的天空到底是怎样的？堕落？迷茫？颓废？还是外人无法欣赏的美好？我向往着…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;我怕自己变成坏孩子！我怕最爱我的你们会不再爱我，不要我，会离开我。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;我害怕你们的离去，所以我没有变坏，而是尽力让自己变成你们期待的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;其实每个人都不是想学坏的、可是现实对我们太残酷了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;坏孩子？变成家人、朋友不喜欢的人?你们还会爱那个坏孩子吗？但我可以说、&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;这一切也是你们直接或间接造成的、是你们亲手把一个好孩子拉进 坏的边缘。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;自己何尝不想成为大家所喜爱的好好孩子，只是自己做得到吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;越长大越孤单 越长大越不安    也不得不看梦想的翅膀被折断        也不得不收回曾经的话问自己&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;青春就是这样吗？         自己的人生就是这样吗？自己就这样认命吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;其实我们本质并不坏，只是压力大了，难以承受，只是自己承受不了身边一些不好的事情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;一些不如意的事情，才会想要自己变坏，变叛逆、&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;让自己离别人的期望越来越远，以为这样就可以逃离你们给我们的压力&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;现在你们对我们的期望更大，收回的失望更是大。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;如果我说 我累了''                    我可以变坏吗？'''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-8566073531048191829?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/8566073531048191829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/03/tired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8566073531048191829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8566073531048191829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2011/03/tired.html' title='~tired~'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-7058265934983145262</id><published>2010-12-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:58:48.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After being emotional and spiritless all these while, I found my own 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'. Thank you. One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those are kind.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEmtmNXnH70/TRLtnyW6UtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H9r6tB5yt-c/s200/cat%2Band%2Bdog.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762558289793746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am totally not good in emotional management. I throw my temper easily. But thanks to you guys who never leave me. Every fight is actually a challenge for a friendship.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; A simple friend thinks the friendship over you when you have an arguement. A real friend knows that it's not a frienship until after you've had a fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, what else that i can say? I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a simple person. :-) Moreover, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slighly cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for being there for me. I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, sharing the quote from two of my BFF:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quote 1&lt;/span&gt;: " When you love someone, not necessary need to get married. He/She can be your best friends. Because actually, when you love someone, you are not actually liking that person in person. You actually fall in love with the feeling that both of you when together. So it doesn't matter" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quote 2&lt;/span&gt;: " I'm always there when u need me. Clem you should believe in being STRONG when everything seems to be going WRONG"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEmtmNXnH70/TRLvnHp-bYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XhNw00BCdK4/s200/boy%2Band%2Bgal.png" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553764745850285442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See how pro they are :-) My life will be different without you guys. &lt;i&gt;As we go on, we remember, all the time we had together. And as our lives change, from whatever, we will still be FRIENDS FOREVER&lt;/i&gt; :-)&lt;/div&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/1772125293971674190-7058265934983145262?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/7058265934983145262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7058265934983145262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7058265934983145262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEmtmNXnH70/TRLtnyW6UtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H9r6tB5yt-c/s72-c/cat%2Band%2Bdog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-8012732467320643284</id><published>2010-05-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:26:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are all pigs 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;UGLY TRUTH 2: Guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Beauty is not inversely proportional related to Wisdom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Asian guys believe ladies 胸大无脑（which mean, ladies with big boob usually are stupid bcz all the nutrient supply the boob, instead of brain). On the other hand, Western guys believe that blonde gals are generally dumb ass. But in reality, having a gf with a pair of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;BIG BOOB&lt;/span&gt; is the dream all guys, while for the Western, blonde gals is equalize to angel. So why do they think negative to such beautiful creation of God(padahal they want it)? Well, because they are just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;JEALOUS and EGO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here I would like to share a story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time, there was 3 gals trap in an island. Suddenly, an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; appeared. She gave each of them one wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;first blonde gal&lt;/span&gt; wish that she can be smart. So, she became a brown hair gal, then swim to escape from the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;second blonde gal&lt;/span&gt; wished that she can be smarter than the first gal. So, she became a black hair gal. She then bulid a boat, and left the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; third blonde gal &lt;/span&gt;wished that she can be even smarter than the second gal. So, she became a man. Then, he used the bridge to leave the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Understand the sarcasm of the story? LOL If the look of a person inversely proportional to the IQ, isnt that all the pretty gal have to go for a plastic surgery?If guys are the smartest creature, why dun just let them survive themselves without ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post is dedicated to Mr Smart yg sengal..but this post is not related to anyone.like previously, i read it from a book :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&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/1772125293971674190-8012732467320643284?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/8012732467320643284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2010/05/men-are-all-pigs-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8012732467320643284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8012732467320643284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2010/05/men-are-all-pigs-2.html' title='Men are all pigs 2'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-7772142047381496359</id><published>2009-12-01T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:28:49.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are All Pigs 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGLY TRUTH&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware&lt;/span&gt;! Guys are great&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LIAR&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;There was a man, a very&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; rich man&lt;/span&gt;, decided to choose one out of three young ladies to bcm his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, only once in a lifetime. So he make a test for them, in order for him to marry his "Mrs Right".. He gave each of the ladies &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One Million bucks&lt;/span&gt;, and c hw they spend it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;first lady&lt;/span&gt; use all the money for cosmetic surgery. She did her nose, eyes, and successfully reduce 5kg.. All of these hardworks, is to appear prettier n more attractive for the man.. She told him, I want to show u my beauty, is all because of she love him..&lt;br /&gt;He heard it, n feel so touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;second lady&lt;/span&gt;, spent all the money to shop for him.. She bought his favourite golf set, his favourite antiques, and some other expensive cloth.. All she did is for the man, never thought of her own need.. She told him, I use all the money on u, is all because of she love him..&lt;br /&gt;He heard it, n feel very touched too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;third lad&lt;/span&gt;y shows her ability in making money.. She invest the one million buckst, n gain triple just in a week.. After that, she return the one mil bucks to the man, open a joinned account using the earned money..She told him, she worked so hard just to make sure both of them ll have stable income in the future, is all because of she love him..&lt;br /&gt;He heard it, feel so touched till tears drop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the man hv some idea with how those ladies handling the money.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How about u&lt;/span&gt;? if u r the rich man, who ll u choose? The lady that spend everything for herself, or the lady that spend everything on him, or the lady that can help him earn more money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's the answer??&lt;br /&gt;After thinking verrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy long.. He choose.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady who has the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; biggest boob&lt;/span&gt; among three as his wife................................&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare ever said : If a guy said wat he has in mind(being honest), he is either god, or being crazy..&lt;br /&gt;it is an advantage for being pretty or atrractive, to get a guy, no matter how smart or how nice u r.. Men are all pigs.. they hide their desire deep inside the heart.. So dun ever trust if the guys say 'I like ur heart', it is just a lie.. Maybe what they like, is ur another 'organ', my fellow sisters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this is a review i gt from a book, 'Men are all pigs' by Bloody Marry.. Dun take it seriously, relax n enjoy the black humor lie behing the story :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-7772142047381496359?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/7772142047381496359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/12/men-are-all-pigs-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7772142047381496359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/7772142047381496359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/12/men-are-all-pigs-1.html' title='Men Are All Pigs 1'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-3821228420300393819</id><published>2009-11-16T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:31:36.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey Bitch 3</title><content type='html'>Well..clemency clemency..they just dun understand..They are just keep hurting you..I just receive this email about my horoscope..&lt;br /&gt;      "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PISCES&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Partner for Life.&lt;/span&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. Messy at times and irresponsible! Smart but lazy. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily.&lt;/span&gt; Lover of animals. VERY caring, make wonderful nurses or doctors. They always try to do the right thing sometimes get the short end of the stick. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They sometimes et used by others and hurt because of their trusting. &lt;/span&gt;Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good friend to other but need to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;       See wat they stress in the desciption? yes, get hurt easily because of trusting.. Why cant you understand?I hate because i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CARE&lt;/span&gt; too much.. I hate that i am sensitive.. I hate that i am being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCLUDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!! I hate that u are hiding something from me.. And i hate that i can tell no one about this.. I hate that you just dont care about it too, and never try to understand what happened? Perhaps I am just a 'nobody'in ur life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Think i hv talk enuf bout gal..hopefully next tme, i can share bout guys.. I read a book titled 'men are all pigs'(in mandirin).. I gotna translate it in english again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-3821228420300393819?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/3821228420300393819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-bitch-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/3821228420300393819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/3821228420300393819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-bitch-3.html' title='hey Bitch 3'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-5305539189873538724</id><published>2009-11-15T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:20:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey bitch 2</title><content type='html'>I might still smile at u, bcz i treasure u..bt sorry, start tonite, i cant accept you as my fren anymore..u ll lose a fren tat cheer n back up for u..it's sad n hard,bt since u dunno d limit, i cant bear it anymore..it's started tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-5305539189873538724?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/5305539189873538724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-bitch-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/5305539189873538724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/5305539189873538724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-bitch-2.html' title='hey bitch 2'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-8915978464522275339</id><published>2009-10-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:01:30.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoulder ache</title><content type='html'>i dunno how long i have shoulder ache..till yesterday, i finally go for a massage(one hour 50,000 rupiah)..well, actually she massage my shoulder, waist, foot and finally my head.. actually i do feel better last nite..the head therapy really give me a nice sleep..however, dunno if i carry the stupid pc that kinda heavy to service this morning make my shoulder worse..i feel the right shoulder damn heavy now..no matter how many times i do stretching, it's the same, or feel worse than before the massage..ppl usually call the massage lady 'doctor's doctor', coz lots of medical student seek helps from her..she said my left shoulder is bigger than my right shoulder(i x really thk so, x see any different in x-ray, maybe she has MRI in her brain), altot she diagnose wrongly(she said my left shoulder awes feel tired, bt wat makes me tired is the right one), altot i cant feel wat she ask me to feel(example i cant differentiate the feeling before and after she massage coz wat i can feel is only pain, cant differntiate if my panda eyes looks smaller bla bla bla), maybe i shd trust her more(kan awes gt words like 'mind control our physical fitness')..i just hope to get rid of this useless shoulder ache..if not i wanna claim my money bak, and massage her(let her feel the pain too)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-8915978464522275339?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/8915978464522275339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoulder-ache.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8915978464522275339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/8915978464522275339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoulder-ache.html' title='shoulder ache'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-4031281340409570940</id><published>2009-10-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:16:24.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Type of Guys that make me PUKE..</title><content type='html'>Well..I seldom hate guys..Coz guys r usually steady n not tat troublesome(dun angry gals, doesnt mean tat u r troublemaker)..I cant blif this world actually do have some guys that annoyed me..But wat will u feel if u meet the guys i mention below?Gotna like them?What kind of guys that i thk shouldnt even exist in this world, coz their only contriburion is to exhale C02, causing green house effect? so there is 2 types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys that i hate No2: This kinda guys is even 'lo so'(leceh) than gals..For example, u ask for his help, wat u expect for the answer is either YES or NO..Who knows he will ask :WHO, WHERE, WHEN, WHY, HOW(as if i ask him to write essay).. and after u answer all his que one by one, then there is nothing from him.. Besides that, he is very manja to his gf.. well, there's limit man.. U have somethings that gals dun hv, so show tat u r a man..anot i gotna doubt that u left ur 'pxxxs' in placenta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys that I hate No1: I hate when i c guys selfish, stingy, fake, irresponsible.. Selfish, there is no sharing in his dictionary..For example, he can borrow ur stuff, bt when u wanna borrow sthg(even less than 500 rupiah), he will ask u to buy urself, with the reason 'neh, u borrow this cheap cheap stuff, then u ll keep borrow, then add up, it's a lot of money'..wat the hell?as if u r willing to lend if the stuff is more than 1 million rupiah.. stingy, when he can keep eating bujur(something like mamak), awes choose the cheapest stuff, not even belanja gf makan bla bla bla, at the same time, go kutuk others stingy(to make sure another person is well known for stingyness, to cover his face).. Fake, when there is someone tat he can gain benefit from, he treat them extremely nice..If u have nothing, just an ordinary person, sorry, u r out of his fren's list(but u shd be proud of it, unless u like to dipergunakan).. Irresponsible, when not even willing to contribute to repay others that help him(and act it's his duty)..they dun even knw tat their gf is bored with them, hate to shop with them(due to stingyness), and even stress up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do believe there is such guys exist in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-4031281340409570940?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/4031281340409570940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/type-of-guys-that-make-me-puke.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/4031281340409570940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/4031281340409570940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/type-of-guys-that-make-me-puke.html' title='Type of Guys that make me PUKE..'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772125293971674190.post-534524376902118454</id><published>2009-10-21T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:15:43.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>since Leo release his blog today, i decide to follow his foot step..have my own blog..actually i awes thk, wat's the point of blogging??write the truth in the blog, by replace the person with another name, bt in the reality, everyone knw who r u talking about??write wat u thk it is true, bt it is not the truth in reality to gt attention??share feeling with others(even tot it is secret) and everyone knw it is you??neh..tat's y now only i start to blog..hope i can find the meaning of blogging and enjoy it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772125293971674190-534524376902118454?l=clemency-clem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/feeds/534524376902118454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/534524376902118454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772125293971674190/posts/default/534524376902118454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clemency-clem.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>clemency</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998653105789676607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
