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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>给女朋友的30句经典感言</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;生活篇&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1，每个人先天能量区别很大，有的人寡淡无味，有的人跌宕起伏，都是按自个儿的能量定额来的。先天能量这个东西没法攀比，自己跟自己比，满足就好。关键是正确估计自己的能量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2，欲望不实现就痛苦，欲望实现了就无聊。只有刚刚实现后那短暂的时期是幸福。所以幸福必然是短暂的，痛苦和无聊才是生活的常态。这是我们的欲望决定的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3，别人的任何选择和决定都有他自己的道理，尽量理解和不干涉。但如果伤害到你的心灵和财产，一定要干涉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4，面子是别人给的。别人会把面子给那些那坚持表现出诚实、勇敢、勤奋和靠谱的人。不以以上这些元素作为给面子准则的人，你也不用在意他给不给你面子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5，不用等到什么时机都成熟了再开始做一件事，在游泳中学会游泳，在开车中学会开车，摸着石头是可以过河的。前提是输得起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6，通常来说有两种状态：痛苦的哲学家和快乐的猪。痛苦的时候，尽量搞清痛苦的缘由，否则就成了痛苦的猪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;感情篇&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1，谈恋爱的条件，就是让自己从精神到物质，从灵魂到肉体，因为有了对方都比从前的状态更好。否则何必呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2，如果男人现在对你一般，不要指望他会在婚后对你更好,他对你最好的时刻一定是追求期和热恋期。如果这两个时期你尚且对他不满，那你要好好想想了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3，不妨让他为你多花点时间和钱，通常人投入的越多，就越难割舍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4，就算你为已经他投入了很多时间和钱，该离开的时候也要利索点离开。勇于承担恋爱的沉没成本，是展开新生活的前提。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5，如果你看中他的钱，在适当的时候要到这钱才是你的。打铁要趁热，要钱要趁爱！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6，你的直觉往往比事实还准确。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7，&lt;/strong&gt;两个人最终过起日子来，“也就那么回事”已经是非常好的结局，因为很多人发现婚后“完全不是那么回事”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8，一个身体再性感，展开后翻来覆去看也就两个平方米，互相失去兴趣是正常的规律。只是晚点失去兴趣的那个人会觉得受伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9，成功的感情关系里，爱情是一定会转化成亲情的。亲情就是Happy ending。如果爱情没了亲情又没形成，那该关系已经失败。通常人们用生育来协助这一转化的完成。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10，老人说的道理大部分都是对的，比如结婚要找个踏实顾家的男人，但是这些道理只有在谈上两三个让你遍体鳞伤的恋爱后才会明白。撞了南墙自然懂得回头，怕就怕一直没回头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11，男人也是人，他不是必然比你还要聪明、勇敢、勤劳和富有。如果你不能爱一个男人的本尊，而是爱上你期待中的他的话，你会一直失望，而他会因压力过大而沉默和崩溃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12，对一个人的崇拜不足以支撑琐碎的日常生活。偶像要走下神坛，他谈完世界观也要去大便。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13，自古以来，就有白蛇和青蛇，白玫瑰与红玫瑰，男人得陇望蜀防不胜防。不如别防了，剩下精力多挣点钱，或者美容保养。万一失了阵地还保有战斗力再抢一块。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6554692938940402458.post-8272117206534015005</id><published>2009-11-17T07:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:55:37.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>乱七八糟的心情</title><content type='html'>很久没有这种闲情写部落格了，还不是因为生病了，也不会让自己的神经松懈下来...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的我心情真的很奇怪，本来一直很专心地在做东西，突然有一种很强烈的感觉，我看到自己的未来就要跨了! 所有支持我的人都跑掉了! 我的资金，生意，一切一切，刹那间全消失掉! 我是怎么了? 开着眼睛也可以发恶梦吗? 我不要再安慰自己...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得女人的感觉是很够力的! 最好就不要有什么不详的感觉出现，否则...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，手机响了! 哦? 是他? 把我从恶梦中唤醒! 太好了! 真是太好了! 是我想太多了是吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~会不会是那个药弄到我晕晕钝钝啊?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~你们都不会懂的啦...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是太好了! 他来电就好了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁料，才刚平伏的心情又接到一封短讯，是坏消息! 天啊!!! 怎么搞的? 我不想这么快又要我那刚平伏的心面对坎坷的情景!这怎么可以呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真不明白，为什么? 为什么这个人要在这时候写这样的一封信息给我? 他怎么可以这么对我? 我们不是说好了的吗? 不是说好了会支持我陪我走到最后吗? 他怎么可以这样? 那我该怎样走完我的路程? 那是我的路程啊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会的，他说他想罢了，想罢了，想罢了，还没有决定的，只要他还没有决定，一切尚还有得挽救，一定有得挽救的，不是吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看不能了! 不可以只靠一边，我一定会跨下的! 我不可以这样! 我不想走回以前的路! 现在的我所拥有的，都是我熬过来的! 都是先苦后甜的! 我不可以就这样罢休! 我是不会认命的!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切，就只有看等下了，我会跟我自己说: 去吧! 尽量做到最好! 不要手下留情了! 尽量做到最好!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天命玩人? 我是不会输给你的!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8272117206534015005?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8272117206534015005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=8272117206534015005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/8272117206534015005'/><link 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/&gt;我以为，有了新的生活，一切都会成为过去&lt;br /&gt;也真的以为，时间是最好的解药&lt;br /&gt;可笑的是，我才发现，时间是毒的毒药!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的憋着太多心事了，最近整天都去浦! 以为有酒就可以麻醉自己，我多么 想让自己醉，因为我不能承受我们之间的回忆一直缠绕在我身边，我觉得清醒真的令我很难受! 很难你要我去接受! 因为他还对我关心...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我天天喝，天天喝，天天喝，每一晚都喝!&lt;br /&gt;以为可以天天醉，原来不是的，因为我忘了身体是会进步的，开始和我作对了，怎么越喝越不会醉了? 酒量变好了吗? 这是我真正想要的吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我甚至以为，有了新的生活，会让我更快痊愈，原来不是的，事情弄巧成拙，反而让我更想他了! 因为他没有他贴心，他没有他细心，他比不上他窝心! 我跟他在一起，什么都不对的，这代表什么了? 我开始在想: 是我错了吧? 我该停止这一切吧? 是不是不该在继续，这样对我和他都不会舒服的，对吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟他，真的什么都不对的!&lt;br /&gt;唱歌的歌曲类型不同&lt;br /&gt;吃东西的口味不同&lt;br /&gt;我们餐桌上的礼仪不同&lt;br /&gt;我们的卫生要求不同&lt;br /&gt;他牵我手的姿势不对&lt;br /&gt;他哄我的态度不够&lt;br /&gt;他的笑话一点都不好笑&lt;br /&gt;他从来不曾慰问过我&lt;br /&gt;他从来不会真的去领听我的诉说&lt;br /&gt;他从来没有对我施加关怀&lt;br /&gt;我甚至可以听到他来载我的埋怨‘怎么这么远的?’&lt;br /&gt;我甚至还可以听到他对我说‘麻烦’这两个字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的觉得，有些事情是不能强求的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想: 我真的错了...&lt;br /&gt;我错在我没有勇气说...&lt;br /&gt;我错在我一直以为...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-6554692938940402458.post-4266672829970079163</id><published>2009-10-19T17:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:23:09.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>我知道</title><content type='html'>爱一个人需要缘份&lt;br /&gt;你何苦让自己越陷越深&lt;br /&gt;别傻得用你的天真 去碰触不安的灵魂&lt;br /&gt;每一天只能痴痴的等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人别太认真&lt;br /&gt;你受伤的眼神令人心疼&lt;br /&gt;没有一个人非要另一个人 才能过一生&lt;br /&gt;你又何苦逼自己面对伤痕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你很难过&lt;br /&gt;感情的付出不是真心就会有结果&lt;br /&gt;别问怎么做 爱才能长久&lt;br /&gt;这道理有一天你会懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你很难过&lt;br /&gt;昨天是恋人 今天说分手就分手&lt;br /&gt;别问你的痛要怎么解脱 多情的人注定伤的比较久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱若变成了刺 思念也成了痴&lt;br /&gt;也许 心碎是爱情最美的样子&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4266672829970079163?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4266672829970079163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4266672829970079163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4266672829970079163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4266672829970079163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='我知道'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-8766315331142408387</id><published>2009-09-07T03:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:06:00.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwPT-wM_I/AAAAAAAAApE/M4bKHDsz9F8/s1600-h/mbmomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378617632095220722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwPT-wM_I/AAAAAAAAApE/M4bKHDsz9F8/s320/mbmomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I hear your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwO-LsIgI/AAAAAAAAAo8/FlfuG2v0WMQ/s1600-h/281qy52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378617626243899906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwO-LsIgI/AAAAAAAAAo8/FlfuG2v0WMQ/s320/281qy52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwOp1cjoI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TaG0l6XoSQw/s1600-h/23j07d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378617620781895298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwOp1cjoI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TaG0l6XoSQw/s320/23j07d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSvF6WcbII/AAAAAAAAAos/o4fTvrR6sO4/s1600-h/2wr2i3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378616371084815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSvF6WcbII/AAAAAAAAAos/o4fTvrR6sO4/s320/2wr2i3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, fell the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;And though the breeze is through trees ???&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;Let the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8766315331142408387?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SqSwPT-wM_I/AAAAAAAAApE/M4bKHDsz9F8/s72-c/mbmomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-5737622456526186594</id><published>2009-09-02T16:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:46:14.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>答应你，不再爱你</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JpkejodI/AAAAAAAAAok/2o94Pv_TAy4/s1600-h/1b0261eq117bab_86aa6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956721130611154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JpkejodI/AAAAAAAAAok/2o94Pv_TAy4/s320/1b0261eq117bab_86aa6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 　想起一个人。想起已经很久没有他的消息。&lt;br /&gt;　　有些人，不再见了，就是从你的世界消失。而有些人，却依旧清晰。&lt;br /&gt;　　想说的，曾经都说过。剩下的，只是让它堆积、封闭然后沉默。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　有些枷锁是自己给自己套的，有些不幸是命中注定。&lt;br /&gt;　　那么最后，又有什么是可以让人感觉温暖的呢?&lt;br /&gt;　　在心里，我们是否为温暖而留了一片土地？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JpCKm-2I/AAAAAAAAAoc/42tLIo-T6rg/s1600-h/1b01124q118707_493ac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956711920139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JpCKm-2I/AAAAAAAAAoc/42tLIo-T6rg/s320/1b01124q118707_493ac5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 寂寞的午后，&lt;br /&gt;　　春天的温暖的阳光透过玻璃窗，懒洋洋地倾洒在桌上。&lt;br /&gt;　　在倾诉的瞬间，&lt;br /&gt;　　我看见彼此的灵魂，冷漠而疏离地观望着。&lt;br /&gt;　　可是在一刹那，它们却又那么贴近。&lt;br /&gt;　　我感觉到阵阵轻柔的风在空荡荡的房间穿梭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7Jow489JI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wYXv4Xyp4DQ/s1600-h/1f03c5aq1132e0_93f70b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956707282678930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7Jow489JI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wYXv4Xyp4DQ/s320/1f03c5aq1132e0_93f70b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 我爱上一道疤痕，我爱上一盏灯，我爱倾听转动的秒针，不爱其他传闻。&lt;br /&gt;　　王菲唱《只爱陌生人》唱得太天真，天真的却让人都想反朴归真。&lt;br /&gt;　　爱浮噪人间一切擦肩而过的缘份。&lt;br /&gt;　　许是一个眼神，许是一种体温。&lt;br /&gt;　　如果想要的只是一个吻，那就给彼此一个吻。&lt;br /&gt;　　我们在生命中行走,看不同的风景,遭遇不同的陌生人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7Joa0N5rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3ImY4uOtWqc/s1600-h/1f047aq118234_045871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956701357237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7Joa0N5rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3ImY4uOtWqc/s320/1f047aq118234_045871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人只是遇见，匆匆的行程里眼光的一次对视。&lt;br /&gt;　　不需言语,忽略情节。&lt;br /&gt;　　有些人会在心上驻留一些时间，带给彼此温暖。&lt;br /&gt;　　那是最美的一种际遇，留待余生去不断重复地去想起。&lt;br /&gt;　　遇见的那一刻，没有欢喜。&lt;br /&gt;　　分别，也无需恨意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JRk_gneI/AAAAAAAAAoE/hGe-gzB219c/s1600-h/1f02341q116e5d_4e5d08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956308951965154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JRk_gneI/AAAAAAAAAoE/hGe-gzB219c/s320/1f02341q116e5d_4e5d08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　人与人之间的感觉，真的非常微妙。&lt;br /&gt;　　忽然想起金城武的独白&lt;br /&gt;　　每天你都有机会和很多人擦肩而过，而你或者对他们一无所知。&lt;br /&gt;　　不过也许有一天，他会成为你的朋友或者知己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JRZTlLnI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RTIndjqTX2g/s1600-h/1f03347q11365b_377eb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956305814924914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JRZTlLnI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RTIndjqTX2g/s320/1f03347q11365b_377eb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信爱情吗？&lt;br /&gt;　　爱情是存在的，可是却无法永远。&lt;br /&gt;　　没有爱人的时候是寂寞的。&lt;br /&gt;　　可是舍弃了爱情，却可以自由地呼吸。&lt;br /&gt;　　而我们都不愿因为窒息而放弃了自己。对吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JQkkGq6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/oHbuuIP-J5U/s1600-h/1103a60q113364_373d4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956291657149346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JQkkGq6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/oHbuuIP-J5U/s320/1103a60q113364_373d4e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 世界上没有一次恋爱能代替爱情&lt;br /&gt;　　不得不承认杜拉斯对爱情有着非常精辟的论述。&lt;br /&gt;　　爱情之花在心中悄悄绽放，不为人知的。&lt;br /&gt;　　在温柔的夜，静静等待。等待那个让你一生都灿烂的人。&lt;br /&gt;　　绽放的瞬间就是缘分，一生亦挥之不去。&lt;br /&gt;　　奇妙的缘分，美丽的瞬间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JQVycDrI/AAAAAAAAAns/Sl0P5uFBPHM/s1600-h/1103e24q1140cb_b9c6f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956287690739378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JQVycDrI/AAAAAAAAAns/Sl0P5uFBPHM/s320/1103e24q1140cb_b9c6f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 于是，人们相信，彼此的承诺即是永远。&lt;br /&gt;　　世事易变，时光易逝。不变的是爱情的永恒。&lt;br /&gt;　　爱着是美丽的。爱情真的是一种奇迹。&lt;br /&gt;　　然而，当爱情逝去的时候，却没有留下任何痕迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JPxn1H-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/79yNGKQG_W0/s1600-h/1202dfq11798f_694e49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956277982568418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JPxn1H-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/79yNGKQG_W0/s320/1202dfq11798f_694e49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 有一些往事从来就没有试图以其完整的面目示人&lt;br /&gt;　　那或者只是一个少年时候的符号，是一种不能用文字表达的意象，&lt;br /&gt;　　在空气之中飘浮不定的忧伤的气味，某一个时刻突然袭至心灵，毫无预兆。&lt;br /&gt;　　似乎每个人的过去就是由这么些偶然存在的事物组合起来的，&lt;br /&gt;　　当初连绵不绝的感情曲线，被时光的舞步所乱，如今仍然刻骨铭心的，&lt;br /&gt;　　可能只是咖啡里不断冒出的热气，或那个秋天特别潮湿的温度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JCGJQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z5nAB9WUTfw/s1600-h/1901c31q118089_27c15c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956042973347490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JCGJQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z5nAB9WUTfw/s320/1901c31q118089_27c15c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人确实很难，如何爱，更是难上加难，&lt;br /&gt;　　一个或者多个定义是不够的，&lt;br /&gt;　　爱，因为主题的永恒成为真理和公理，&lt;br /&gt;　　力图求证的道路，往往却是惘然。&lt;br /&gt;　　周糟的事，包括自己，&lt;br /&gt;　　无非一个旋涡，螺旋式的下坠，和多个节点的屡次碰撞，&lt;br /&gt;　　一点火花，稍纵即逝，&lt;br /&gt;　　爱，只留下一道漂亮的弧线，并将过往时空横穿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JBpYPdBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DGuXCFDen0E/s1600-h/110312fq1139ed_21afad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956035251532818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JBpYPdBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DGuXCFDen0E/s320/110312fq1139ed_21afad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;但是爱情又象是一场意外，&lt;br /&gt;　　各个细枝末节都充满了意外。&lt;br /&gt;　　不知道下一秒将会怎样，&lt;br /&gt;　　所以充满期待。&lt;br /&gt;　　相遇，离别，隐忍，疼痛，一闪而逝，刻骨铭心，错过，变幻无常。&lt;br /&gt;　　一个词语就是一个爱情故事。&lt;br /&gt;　　怎样都有意义，怎样都没有意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JBYuTQfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SiQAwKJn3yE/s1600-h/160222dq1174a1_157100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956030780654066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JBYuTQfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SiQAwKJn3yE/s320/160222dq1174a1_157100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;爱情，就像一幢海市蜃楼，&lt;br /&gt;　　大多数的时候，明明清楚它不过是一种大气光学现象，&lt;br /&gt;　　不过是光和空气折射而成的美丽。&lt;br /&gt;　　却偏偏朝着一个方向走下去，&lt;br /&gt;　　偏偏要去亲手触碰到它的不真实，&lt;br /&gt;　　再伤痕累累的回头，方可心甘情愿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JA5LBVbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sxjAQCXEyLg/s1600-h/1704736q118999_e2592c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956022311179698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JA5LBVbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sxjAQCXEyLg/s320/1704736q118999_e2592c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 片段。断片。&lt;br /&gt;　　记得。回忆。然后遗忘。&lt;br /&gt;　　曾以为自己手中握着的是爱情，&lt;br /&gt;　　等到长大以后才发现，&lt;br /&gt;　　所谓的爱情只是一阵偶然的风，&lt;br /&gt;　　从身边轻轻吹过，&lt;br /&gt;　　留下些许的记忆……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JAtU5z_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/bXZBZsecoBo/s1600-h/1903047q11365c_ec5b64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956019131404274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/Sp7JAtU5z_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/bXZBZsecoBo/s320/1903047q11365c_ec5b64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;无论如何，我们应该选择去勇敢地面对一切。&lt;br /&gt;　　只要做了自己想做的事情，就是无悔的，就是快乐的。&lt;br /&gt;　　即使两个人不会再在一起，我们也不会有任何遗憾，&lt;br /&gt;　　因为曾经爱过。灿烂的阳光下，看着爱人远去的背影，&lt;br /&gt;　　我们应该微笑，很幸福地微笑。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界是复杂的。&lt;br /&gt;　　如果只有一条路，那么所有的人都会选择前进而不是后退。&lt;br /&gt;　　然而世上有千千万万条路，如何选择，&lt;br /&gt;　　很多时候仅仅*运气，如此盲目。&lt;br /&gt;　　在这个温情、幸福、美丽的年代，我们别无选择。&lt;br /&gt;　　把所有梦的碎片都粘贴起来，&lt;br /&gt;　　小心翼翼地捧着，一步一步地向前走.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='text'>妳是哪一朵女人花？</title><content type='html'>1、你喜歡獨自旅行 NO→跳到第 3題 YES→&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 2、你每星期都會去逛街 YES → 4 NO→ 5&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 3、你喜歡看浪漫愛情喜劇 NO→ 7 YES→ 6&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 4、你習慣於早晨跑步 YES → 8 NO→ 9&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 5、你認為女人最重要的是婚姻 YES→ 10&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NO→ 11&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 6、你擁有很多的知心朋友 YES→ 12 NO→ 13&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 7、你喜歡聊電話 NO→ 15 YES→ 14&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 8、你喜歡時尚的衣服 NO→ 17 YES→ 16&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 9、你認為經濟是愛情的保障 NO→ 19 YES→&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 10、你睡眠的時間在零點以後 YES→ 20 NO→&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 11、沒事你喜歡喝點酒 YES→ 8 NO→ 10&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 12、你在家養了很多花 NO→ 10 YES → 9&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 13、你喜歡聽悲傷的情歌 YES→ 10 NO→ 8&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 14、你認為美是出自內心而並非表面 YES→&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 9 NO → 8&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 15、你喜歡魔術勝於雜技 YES→ 10 NO→ 9&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 16、你堅持婚後性行為 NO→ 17 YES→ A型&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 17、你喜歡和不同類型的男人交往 YES→&lt;br /&gt;&gt; B型 NO→ 18&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 18、你喜歡半夜想些傷心的事情 NO→ 19&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES→ C型&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 19、你認為自己雙重人格嚴重 YES→ D型 NO&lt;br /&gt;&gt; → 20&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 20、你會主動向喜歡的人告白 YES→ E型&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NO→ 21&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 21、你會定期作美容 YES→ F型 NO→ G型&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; A型、茉莉&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;你一定沉穩而淡雅，卻在歲月的積澱中散發出不可抵擋的魅力。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 在你身邊的每一個人都會感受到你的美麗與淡定，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 與美貌無關，與年齡無關，確是沁人心脾的。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; B型、玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 你一定是一份最永恆的時尚，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 總是以不變應萬變的獲得人生每一瞬間的精彩。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 魅力四射是不消說的，你的光芒是無法被別人蓋住的，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 如果你存在，那麼你一定會讓自己永遠美麗。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 只是有時要控制一下自己的脾氣，誰讓玫瑰帶刺呢。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; C型、勿忘我&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 你永遠用清晰的眼光看著世間的紛擾，卻沒有避開的懦弱，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 永遠用冷靜的理智看著情場上的春去春來，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 卻沒有逃避。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 你是有勇氣的，勇氣因才華變得更加堅定。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 一定有那麼一個男人，很多年後回想往事，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 才明白你是他心中永不磨滅的勿忘我。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; D型、牡丹&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 你一定是雍容華貴的，即使你是忙碌的上班族，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 也可以從你朝九晚五的工作中散發出傳統並高貴的魅力。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 艷麗如你，傳統也如你，你不會放縱自己，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 也不會因為不值得的事情虐待自己。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; E型、百合&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 首先你是可愛的，其次你是善良的。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 不用想太多，做好你自己，你就是最純潔的百合。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; F 型、 芙蓉&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 你一定是有傾城之色的美女，並且透露著知性的芬芳。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 在你的生命中，最不可能缺少的就是愛情了，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 你的一縷秋波定會令無數男人心生蕩漾。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 然而你又是優雅並婉轉的女人，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 不會有卡門的火辣，有的只是莞爾一笑，卻一笑傾城。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; G 型、梅花&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 從表面上看，你應該是堅強並保守的，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 甚至你周圍的朋友都會以為你清冷得有些孤傲。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 但是你卻是有非同尋常的熱情在面對著生活，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 在你的心底更有著對世間一切最純真的想法。你有情卻不多情，&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 你可以改變卻不善變。&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 膚淺的男人不會觸碰你，走進你的一定是注定幸福的男子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-9009485947504532492?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;除了工事，我不会再打给他了，因为怕会更想他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而最后的我，得到的是什么? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去他&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4702963893829020333?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4702963893829020333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4702963893829020333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4702963893829020333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4702963893829020333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_19.html' title='思念路'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-3240013753187260019</id><published>2009-03-18T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:27:42.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful sense'/><title type='text'>囍帖街</title><content type='html'>忘掉种过的花 重新的出发 放弃理想吧 &lt;br /&gt;别再看 尘封的喜帖 你正在要搬家 &lt;br /&gt;筑得起 人应该接受 都有日倒下 &lt;br /&gt;其实没有一种安稳快乐 永远也不差 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就似这一区 曾经称得上 美满甲天下 &lt;br /&gt;但霎眼 全街的单位 快要住满乌鸦 &lt;br /&gt;好景不会与日常在 天梯不可只往上爬 &lt;br /&gt;爱的人 没有一生一世吗 大概不需要害怕 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉爱过的他 当初的喜帖金箔印着那位他 &lt;br /&gt;裱起婚纱照那道墙及一切美丽旧年华 明日同步拆下 &lt;br /&gt;忘掉有过的家 小餐枱沙发雪柜及两任红茶 &lt;br /&gt;温馨的光境不过借出到期拿回吗 等不到下一代 是吗 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉砌过的沙 回忆的堡垒 刹那已倒下 &lt;br /&gt;面对这 坟起的荒土 你注定学会潇洒 &lt;br /&gt;阶砖不会拒绝磨蚀 窗花不可幽禁落霞 &lt;br /&gt;有感情 就会一生一世吗 又再惋惜有用吗&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-3240013753187260019?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3240013753187260019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=3240013753187260019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3240013753187260019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3240013753187260019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_18.html' title='囍帖街'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-1901665382396511382</id><published>2009-03-17T09:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:06:50.795-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>东西不见了</title><content type='html'>为什么会别人的感受比我重要?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最讨厌借他东西，每一次，只要是一次，一次! 就够了! 他也会有本事弄不见的&lt;br /&gt;! 然后还要很有力气的来教训你，怎么一点歉意也没有吗? 我肯定不会为了一些芝&lt;br /&gt;麻小事而去大发雷廷啊? 我真不明白，为什么做错了，还会有勇气去大声，我的心&lt;br /&gt;情都是因为你而引起，破口大骂和情绪激动，还要口口声声说，为了一个小东西不&lt;br /&gt;见，有必要搞到这样吗? 不好意思哦，东西不是你的，不见了你当然不会心疼啊? &lt;br /&gt;很难得的是他还会应我‘对咯’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道这么大个人了，不会懂得珍惜人家所借给你的东西吗? 不是所有的东西你认为&lt;br /&gt;它不值钱，你就可以take for granted的! 请问在你判断那个东西的价值之前，你&lt;br /&gt;的资格在那里啊? Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要以为钱可以解决一切，这东西的价值是贵在它对我的涵义， 还会应我，sorry哦&lt;br /&gt;! 我根本就没打算去把它给你找回来! xx的! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢哦! 这该不会是你所谓的歉意吧? 我想没有一个人会分不清‘有歉意’和‘没&lt;br /&gt;歉意’咯~ 还敢为了一个普普通通的职员大声。现在是谁做错在先? 那就够了吧? &lt;br /&gt;我还蛮奇怪的呢， 请问有谁可以教我看下那个‘歉意’在那里呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1901665382396511382?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1901665382396511382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1901665382396511382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1901665382396511382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1901665382396511382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='东西不见了'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-5954644487742691578</id><published>2009-02-08T07:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:24:17.030-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>末日</title><content type='html'>我还可以怎样? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想笑，来伪装掉下的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;点点头，承认自己会怕黑&lt;br /&gt; 我只求能借一点时间来陪，你却连同情都不给&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很怕一个人去面对，你看不出吗? &lt;br /&gt;你还坚持吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想苦，来试探自己麻痹了没&lt;br /&gt;全世界，好像只有我疲惫&lt;br /&gt;无所谓，反正难过就敷衍走一回&lt;br /&gt;但愿绝望和无奈远走高飞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天恢恢，会不会，让我忘了你是谁&lt;br /&gt;夜越黑，梦违背，难追难回味&lt;br /&gt;我的世界将被摧毁&lt;br /&gt;也许这是事与愿违&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;累不累，睡不睡，单影无人相依偎&lt;br /&gt;夜越黑，梦违背，有谁不安慰&lt;br /&gt;我的世界将被摧毁&lt;br /&gt;或许颓废也是另一种美&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5954644487742691578?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5954644487742691578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5954644487742691578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5954644487742691578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5954644487742691578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_1688.html' title='末日'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-2680502851248075750</id><published>2009-02-08T06:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:53:49.061-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>爱太痛</title><content type='html'>吃不能吃 睡不能睡&lt;br /&gt;没有了你 全都不对&lt;br /&gt;我都学不会 把爱敷衍&lt;br /&gt;用笑容来把眼泪催眠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑不能笑 哭不敢哭&lt;br /&gt;人不像人 鬼不像鬼&lt;br /&gt;朋友都说这 不过失恋&lt;br /&gt;但我却连呼吸都胆怯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能不爱了 因为爱太痛了&lt;br /&gt;我痛得快死了 却无法把你忘了&lt;br /&gt;能不能不爱了 爱情它太痛了&lt;br /&gt;我痛得快死了 却无法把爱割舍&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2680502851248075750?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2680502851248075750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2680502851248075750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2680502851248075750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2680502851248075750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='爱太痛'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-7910672764773547214</id><published>2009-01-19T03:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:24:40.053-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus sek sek'/><title type='text'>House fun</title><content type='html'>It was fun to decorate with them, my new housemates, to welcome our Chinese festival---Chinese New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when Bert realize that there are some extra greeting cards. So we suggest decorating our home instead of throwing them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Bert came out with his idea by sticking it with a ‘’ word, but it was very funny because it doesn’t looks like ‘’ word but a temple. Ha ha… So, let’s think of another idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was looking at the envelope, why don’t we make a firecracker???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s start it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLm1gKBWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VlSAWfa18Rc/s1600-h/ST830938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLm1gKBWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VlSAWfa18Rc/s320/ST830938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292868223892063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone concentrating cutting the paper, but… Cindy was busy in the phone halfway, mana dia??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLmSc9DCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sqb2AGLeQ0M/s1600-h/ST830940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLmSc9DCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sqb2AGLeQ0M/s320/ST830940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292868214483389474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is, ha ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLmdxHc_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u4Iuix7pj4I/s1600-h/ST830942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLmdxHc_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u4Iuix7pj4I/s320/ST830942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292868217520747506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firecracker is done! Ting Ting was the one to complete the last step of the making. Bravo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLMF_a7rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lrJBHWtM4wA/s1600-h/ST830946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLMF_a7rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lrJBHWtM4wA/s320/ST830946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292867764461694642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting Ting’s job, she has the talent isn’t it? Mai hiam beh pai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLMLlMSwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MZgm3ltWLbg/s1600-h/ST830947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLMLlMSwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MZgm3ltWLbg/s320/ST830947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292867765962296066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden ox on the tv, welcoming ox year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL7clv1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/c4SDlp-196c/s1600-h/ST830949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL7clv1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/c4SDlp-196c/s320/ST830949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292867761631248210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day, when we finished all the envelopes, how about the greeting cards? Still, we haven’t decided any good idea for it. And, suddenly, Li Li voice out to give everyone to write down their blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL8Q3UmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fw0odEoZQ10/s1600-h/ST830948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL8Q3UmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fw0odEoZQ10/s320/ST830948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292867761850503778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotch tape tak boleh pakai, after the wind blows…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL9MKezI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E2ZsYiMPH3Y/s1600-h/ST830945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLL9MKezI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E2ZsYiMPH3Y/s320/ST830945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292867762099223346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-7910672764773547214?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7910672764773547214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=7910672764773547214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7910672764773547214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7910672764773547214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-fun.html' title='House fun'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SXQLm1gKBWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VlSAWfa18Rc/s72-c/ST830938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4632316485907350313</id><published>2009-01-07T16:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:31:53.440-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nitezzzzyyyy'/><title type='text'>睡不着</title><content type='html'>天气很热，房间也很热，睡不着，头很痛! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很讨厌一个人睡，更讨厌睡不着! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;救命啊!!! 怎么我回来了之后总是觉得这里天气热? 热! 热! 热!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要冷气!!! 天啊!!! 我好热咧!!! 救救我吧!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是明天我飞去台北和上海算了，睡个一星期什么的，然后才回来...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我回来了还不是更加热吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~我的天啊~我该怎么办呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4632316485907350313?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4632316485907350313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4632316485907350313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4632316485907350313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4632316485907350313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='睡不着'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-1519555314564931981</id><published>2009-01-05T15:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:28:13.708-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>G+A+P=GAP</title><content type='html'>你有坚持的事情 &lt;br /&gt;我也有我的个性 &lt;br /&gt;这次不让你 call我兄弟飙歌去&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;跟两个人有关系 &lt;br /&gt;你却一个人决定 &lt;br /&gt;情绪谷底 约好姊妹喝香槟 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最恨别人对我不相信 &lt;br /&gt;我向往的亲密是一起做决定 &lt;br /&gt;干涉太多是囚禁 &lt;br /&gt;沟通太少是疏离 &lt;br /&gt;爱有千百万种定义 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三天不联络 和解要被动 &lt;br /&gt;不谈对错 假装没冷战过 &lt;br /&gt;想在爱里当主key 要抢到麦克风 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三天泪狂流 残局你来收 &lt;br /&gt;虽然心疼 不能摊手低头 &lt;br /&gt;心思拉扯中 PK寂寞 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情敌偷袭的时候 温柔不能给太多 &lt;br /&gt;天下太平任性自我 但不能太超过 &lt;br /&gt;爱都需要小快乐 爱也需要小对策 &lt;br /&gt;不能完全被掌握 越PK越拿手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你听话的时候 糖果不能给太多 &lt;br /&gt;不乖时候表演分手 但不能太超过 &lt;br /&gt;爱都需要小亲热 爱也需要小风波 &lt;br /&gt;又气又享受 PK缠斗&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1519555314564931981?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1519555314564931981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1519555314564931981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1519555314564931981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1519555314564931981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/gapgap.html' title='G+A+P=GAP'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-395808728587801416</id><published>2008-12-31T11:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:15:54.028-02:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did for last christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtu9dSPAzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b6nL55_W6Yk/s1600-h/1_809144852l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtu9dSPAzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b6nL55_W6Yk/s320/1_809144852l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285940589761594162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年的圣诞节，我...开始了我的第一次自助旅行，但是不完全是啦，因为还有他和&lt;br /&gt;我在一起。在这个旅程中，我们自己搞定住的，吃的，玩的! 时间自由得很! 而我&lt;br /&gt;的圣诞节，就在香港的兰桂坊度过了! 大家兴高采烈地到处喷雪花，彩带，大呼大&lt;br /&gt;叫的!!! 非常热情!!! 而我对霓虹灯的诱惑，沉醉在于热闹里头的感受，是非笔墨&lt;br /&gt;所能形容的!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择香港为目的地的原因是... ... &lt;br /&gt;香港是我旅行册里的第2个地点，而且还算是个四季国家，至少圣诞节这个气氛是饱&lt;br /&gt;满的! 由始以来，最冷的15度! 我希望可以在冷天品尝热浓浓，香喷喷的丝袜奶茶，&lt;br /&gt;品尝一下道地的牛腩面，云吞面等... 除了这些，我还想去海洋公园，太平山等... &lt;br /&gt;而这整个好玩的旅程，都是由我一手包办的! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtu9a9nznI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J27j2YDxeNQ/s1600-h/1_367543413l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtu9a9nznI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J27j2YDxeNQ/s320/1_367543413l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285940589138267762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这个 香港之旅... 我待住了大约12天，圣诞节和新年都是在那边过的。 还记得我&lt;br /&gt;们犯规的闯进了人闸，因为有关当局必须控制人口潮流，由其是迈向尖沙嘴，星光&lt;br /&gt;大道的，可能我们2个小只吧? 就这样，他被我敢敢地拖进去里面了，当时的心情是&lt;br /&gt;非常难忘的! 我在那个大道蹦蹦跳跳!大喊大叫!  整个小孩子样! 真的很开心，很&lt;br /&gt;开心!!! 然后我们一起倒数，10，9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，1------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;HAPPY &lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR!!!! 期待的2008烟火就在香港的那座什么Financial之类的，喷射出来! &lt;br /&gt;相当美丽!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtwWoeLFjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UeAftD3TUd4/s1600-h/1_400721220l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtwWoeLFjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UeAftD3TUd4/s320/1_400721220l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285942121772815922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在冷冷的国外与本国庆祝圣诞节... .... 其实真的有差别，外国的圣诞气氛，不是&lt;br /&gt;你走Mid Valley 或 The Curve 可以给到你的! 但是对我而言，最重要的是谁和你&lt;br /&gt;在一起庆祝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtuclcZY-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gpMw4eLkkAM/s1600-h/1_843100611l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtuclcZY-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gpMw4eLkkAM/s320/1_843100611l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285940025016017890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最难忘的是... 在太平山上的夜景!!! 是一流的!!! 站在山顶上，我手握着热巧克力，&lt;br /&gt;靠在他的胸膛，眺望整个香港岛的夜景! 眼看着那五花十色的灯光，把整个岛点缀&lt;br /&gt;成个彩色盘! 我可以感觉到这城市里的每一个细胞都是活跃的! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最有趣的部分是... ... 莫过于他的胆量，什么胆量? 玩那个直直冲下的，叫space什&lt;br /&gt;么，其实自己不是说很大胆，但是眼看还不比台湾的来得刺激! 还有我们对街边的&lt;br /&gt;食物常常为了它而停下脚步，然后在那边和大伙儿一起吃那些臭豆腐啦，鸡蛋饼，&lt;br /&gt;古灵精怪的小点心和奶茶什么的，还是为了吃，什么垃圾都往肚子里丢，哈哈! 我&lt;br /&gt;这个呢就是这样，去到那里都一定要品尝吃!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtucNNpvLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P0yHLcLQEBc/s1600-h/1_332429909l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtucNNpvLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P0yHLcLQEBc/s320/1_332429909l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285940018511723698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那次的圣诞餐点... ... 哈哈! 在厕所餐厅食用他们准备的圣诞套餐，这是我第一次&lt;br /&gt;坐在马桶上使用我的餐点，而全部餐点都是以厕所为主题，比如说马桶之类的，那&lt;br /&gt;时候本国还没有设立这种餐厅，现在应该有3-4间了吧? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最难忘的经历... ...太多了!!! 你会发现这个世界真奇妙!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经过了这一趟旅程，我觉得...香港真的是个很好玩的国家，旅行可以丰富你的生活，&lt;br /&gt;为你的生活点缀，同时也可以为你充充电，为下一年的你会表现更好! 而我真的感&lt;br /&gt;到非常的有成就和幸运，能够无忧无虑的，无限量的，自己赚自己花! 超爽的说! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对于即将到这个地方的朋友们，快快行动吧! 总好过你待在本国度过圣诞啦! 记得&lt;br /&gt;要带你最想和他一起度过的人同行哦! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还真差，每一年的圣诞都越来越好玩，除了这年，我...无言可对!!???  $%*#@#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-395808728587801416?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/395808728587801416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=395808728587801416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/395808728587801416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/395808728587801416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-did-for-last-christmas.html' title='What I did for last christmas'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SVtu9dSPAzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b6nL55_W6Yk/s72-c/1_809144852l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-1539626291090671793</id><published>2008-12-25T07:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:49:38.909-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>If you ask me</title><content type='html'>如果你问我:&lt;br /&gt;陈豪和林保怡，我会喜欢哪一个?&lt;br /&gt;答案是: 陈豪， 因为他够men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;郑家颖和黄宗泽，肯定是郑家颖! men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;郭晋安和罗家良，当然是郭晋安咯! 老实! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蔡子健和欧阳正华，我会选蔡子健&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张家辉和林锋，张家辉永远是我的选择&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刘德华和张学友，刘德华咯! 男人味十足!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他和他呢? 哎...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1539626291090671793?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1539626291090671793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1539626291090671793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1539626291090671793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1539626291090671793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-ask-me.html' title='If you ask me'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-5983895754161022394</id><published>2008-12-23T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:15:03.810-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>不能对情人说的话</title><content type='html'>其实不能对情人说的话有很多吧? 当然要看似你是个怎样的人，这包括你怎样看待这&lt;br /&gt;份感情，背后又有多少不能告人的秘密?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如: '你看看人家的男/女朋友'，'跟你说了这么多次，你怎么老是记不住?' '没&lt;br /&gt;有我你有今天?'  哈哈! 这些都是杀伤力很强的词语。但我通常都会知道，有些话&lt;br /&gt;我很想问，可我往往都不会问‘谁来的电话?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心时，和情人在街上拥拥抱抱，牵手欢畅淋离；难过时，关起门来独自忧伤，心&lt;br /&gt;藏得太久，就会变成秘密，心病了，驱也累了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己痛苦难过却不敢当面与对方共同寻求答案，很多人都不会把真相告诉情人，选&lt;br /&gt;择不说出来，主要是不想节外生枝，不想伤害身旁的人，不想让他们担心，还是自&lt;br /&gt;己根本就没有勇气说出来? 不懂得如何面对现实， 所以决定把秘密藏起来，只可以&lt;br /&gt;默默地忍受，时间是最好的解药! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而，秘密是如何形成的?&lt;br /&gt;是因为做出了一些不得到他人认同的事情? 是因为一些错误的抉择? 还是因为在乎&lt;br /&gt;世俗的眼光而无法说出或做出一些改变? 然而我自己本身也难自拔，对于外面的一&lt;br /&gt;些诱惑...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎样都好，还是最讨厌那些借他人的弱点来抬高自己或掩饰自己的弱点，说出很多&lt;br /&gt;问题自己的问题却没在行动上寻求改进&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是站在翘翘板中间...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5983895754161022394?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4589686090134440618</id><published>2008-12-22T15:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:44:26.232-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><title type='text'>我不是伟人</title><content type='html'>不肯祝你两人恋爱愉快 &lt;br /&gt;是否很古怪　要去肢解 &lt;br /&gt;旧情人即使假装好友状态 &lt;br /&gt;谁又希罕我卖口乖 &lt;br /&gt;肯祝福你有如肯放下你 &lt;br /&gt;还是肯宽恕　对我不起 &lt;br /&gt;未别离花光好心地去待你 &lt;br /&gt;留下的骨气还是想刻骨至死 &lt;br /&gt;无法死心　忘掉自私非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有私心　仍能令你为我牵挂 &lt;br /&gt;余生伟大到自卑也是人 &lt;br /&gt;无法诚恳豁达做伟人 &lt;br /&gt;恕我狠心　无限大方非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有真心　才难伪装自己遮盖良心 &lt;br /&gt;你就当我小气残忍 &lt;br /&gt;余情未了总有记恨　我讲真 &lt;br /&gt;真想不到你如此看重我 &lt;br /&gt;难道祝福你　你更好过 &lt;br /&gt;我为何必须扭曲本性做我 &lt;br /&gt;难道委屈我来为你点播情歌 &lt;br /&gt;如要讲真　忘掉自私非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有私心　仍能令你为我牵挂 &lt;br /&gt;余生伟大到自卑也是人 &lt;br /&gt;无法诚恳豁达做伟人 &lt;br /&gt;恕我狠心　无限大方非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有真心　才难伪装自己遮盖良心 &lt;br /&gt;我待你曾恩厚像神 &lt;br /&gt;然而为爱总有记恨　我讲真 &lt;br /&gt;无法死心　忘掉自私非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有私心　仍能令你为我牵挂 &lt;br /&gt;余生伟大到自卑也是人 &lt;br /&gt;无法诚恳豁达做个伟人 &lt;br /&gt;恕我狠心　无限大方非爱人 &lt;br /&gt;还有真心　才难伪装自己遮盖良心 &lt;br /&gt;你就当我小气残忍 &lt;br /&gt;从前绝配不够道行　变配衬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4589686090134440618?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4589686090134440618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4589686090134440618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4589686090134440618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4589686090134440618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_22.html' title='我不是伟人'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-2614837340939992809</id><published>2008-12-22T14:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:23:34.784-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>事与愿违</title><content type='html'>我坐在这里，和同事们出来，坐在coffee bean，最近我爱上ceasar salad， 和同事&lt;br /&gt;们聊天，其实心都不在焉的，也不知道自己在写什么，在听什么，在说什么，在做&lt;br /&gt;什么，只知道要快快install chinese software,心里有很多话等着排泄...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很讨厌自己，总是喜欢做一些令自己更不能自拔的事情，过着这种行尸走肉的日子，&lt;br /&gt;前面有2条路，我站在分叉路口，我该怎样? 我又能怎样? 我怀念我的过去，又有谁&lt;br /&gt;可以懂我? 又有谁会认同我? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钱途和前途，我该怎样做选择? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的头脑快要爆炸! 每天烦烦烦!!! 我受够了!!! 我的快乐心情呢? 我的开朗天使&lt;br /&gt;去了那里? 是飞回了吧? 杀死我算了吧? 我可以感觉到我的身体和灵魂是万分的不&lt;br /&gt;想活在这里! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一切一切，有没有和他关系，我也不晓得，只知道我一直一味的提醒自己，不要&lt;br /&gt;在为任何人做任何事! 不要! 不要! 不要! 不值得! 不值得! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了! 好了! 压抑着自己的心情是很辛苦的! 我承认了，多多少少，也有为了他，&lt;br /&gt;我是笨啊!!! 笨!!! 笨!!! 笨!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是有很多东西是不轮到我不承认的，手表还是显示着那边的时间，身体不肯接受&lt;br /&gt;这里的时间，肚子固执的不能接受任何东西，身体一直发冷，很想念家，我的朋友&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想对不起任何人，尤其是他，我也明白这世上没有伟人，有谁会全心全意疼我&lt;br /&gt;? 有谁会全心全意宠我?  我又怎么可以对他做出这种事? 现实世界往往事与愿违! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看，在我做出我的最后决定之前，在这里先留下我的真言吧...&lt;br /&gt;我真的很喜欢我的过去，自甘堕落的，因为向往的是无限的快乐! 我很讨厌&lt;br /&gt;烦恼，没有人会喜欢吧? 偏偏在这时候开始一段恋情，简直是万分的痛苦! 我赚这&lt;br /&gt;样多，却赚不到快乐；以前，我也是赚一样多，可是我有至少那么一瞬间的快乐! &lt;br /&gt;醉的开心! 笑到累! 然后倒下，醉了...我是这样的...我要的...就是这样的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许你会觉得很奇怪，其实这才是我要的生活，我并不是那么的厉害，我喜欢逃避现&lt;br /&gt;实，所以喜欢麻醉自己的生活，我可以麻醉自己到几分就几分，我知道这样可能会&lt;br /&gt;带来很多的失望，但我还可以说什么呢? 我还剩下什么资格? 说什么样的话? 面对&lt;br /&gt;什么样的人? 会有什么样的生活? 什么样的未来? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我是清楚的，选择了这条路后，我一定会很开心，开心到飞起! 代价就是: 最&lt;br /&gt;终我还是一个女人，所谓的‘一个女人’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自己应该比谁都清楚... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有任何一个人，会接受这些的一切... 一切...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好吧! 那就这样吧! 能接受的就来，不能接受的就sorry， 我可以和任何东西作对，&lt;br /&gt;但我绝绝对对不能和这个东西作对，叫做‘快乐’!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然我也希望你不会放弃我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2614837340939992809?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-8899101843712361091</id><published>2008-11-29T23:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:29:09.014-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus sek sek'/><title type='text'>叫你一声“老公”意味着什么</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STHsDuu-ILI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-vhhE6Nx8Q8/s1600-h/rayshi301ua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STHsDuu-ILI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-vhhE6Nx8Q8/s320/rayshi301ua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274256187456364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，你就要肩负起男人的责任，要像棵大树，让你的女人小鸟般依偎。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，你要好好的疼她，宠她，毕竟她为了你放弃了整片天堂来追随你。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，你要懂得谦和，顺从，女生都多情，敏感，所以会无理取闹只是想知道你有多么爱她，这时你一定要懂得顺从，谦让，容忍，不要和她吵架，不然她真地会好伤心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，你抱她的时候一定要够用力，，紧紧地把她环在你结不结实都要显得结实的胸前，当怀抱中的她把小脸贴在你脖子的时候，你要温柔的亲吻她的额头和脸颊，但不要吻嘴唇！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，每天早晨起来，你要噘起大嘴说“老公嘴一个，拜拜” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，当她流泪时，不管是想妈妈了，生气了，受委屈了或是触景伤情了，你都要揽她入怀，任她哭个痛快，然后给她擦去脸上的泪痕，说“别哭了，知不知道你哭起来多丑，好了，衣服借你擦擦鼻涕” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫你一声老公，这包含了太多，两个人在一起，再多再亲的昵称都抵不上这简简单单大众的“老公老婆”。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫一声老公，甜在嘴上，暖在心里，无尽的甜蜜会包裹着你.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8899101843712361091?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8899101843712361091/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-2035576889275101995</id><published>2008-11-29T22:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:09:34.943-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv'/><title type='text'>钥匙</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STHnaZSpT7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/KMH7_PO9xhU/s1600-h/man+holding+women+waist.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STHnaZSpT7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/KMH7_PO9xhU/s320/man+holding+women+waist.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274251079279267762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上的钥匙有很多，可是能开启这扇门的钥匙只有两把，我的那把丢了，我只能找他，只有找他，茫茫人海中，除了他，没有人能把我带回家！楼下传来停车声，不一会儿，一阵匆匆的脚步声向我奔来。顷刻间那个熟悉高大的身影已站在我面前，他从衣兜里掏出钥匙，哗啦一声把门打开，用手轻轻揽着我的腰，说：“进去吧。”这时，外面响起一阵震耳的鞭炮声。他走到窗前看了看，又折回来，一边铺床，一边说：“来，睡吧。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2035576889275101995?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2035576889275101995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2035576889275101995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2035576889275101995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2035576889275101995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_29.html' title='钥匙'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/STHnaZSpT7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/KMH7_PO9xhU/s72-c/man+holding+women+waist.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-2510165076219195438</id><published>2008-11-28T21:57:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:57:27.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>送给聪明的女人</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STCPR6jGa7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3qXwGUqrsWM/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STCPR6jGa7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3qXwGUqrsWM/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273872701587876786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1、如果一个男人开始怠慢你，请你离开他。不懂得疼惜你的男人不要为 之不舍，更&lt;br /&gt;不必 继续付出你的柔情和爱情。&lt;br /&gt;　　2 、任何时候，不要为一个负心的男人伤心，女子更要懂得，伤心，最终伤的&lt;br /&gt;是自己的心。 如果那个男人是无情的，你更是伤不到他的心，所以，收拾悲伤，好&lt;br /&gt;好生活。&lt;br /&gt;　　3 、永远不要无休止的围着你喜欢的那个男人转，尽管你喜欢得他快要掏心掏&lt;br /&gt;肺的死掉了， 也还是要学着给他空间，否则，你要小心缠得太紧勒死了他。&lt;br /&gt;　　4 、当一个男人对你说：分手吧。请不要哭泣和流泪，应该笑着说：等你说这&lt;br /&gt;话很久了。 然后转身走掉。&lt;br /&gt;　　5 、要相信自己，善待自己，让自己的生活精彩纷呈。不要误认为是要让某个&lt;br /&gt;人后悔， 而是为了让自己的人生更精彩。&lt;br /&gt;　　6 、每天打扮的优雅从容出门，给自己带上不同的笑容。&lt;br /&gt;　　7 、对善意欣赏你的男子回报浅浅的微笑。&lt;br /&gt;　　8 、女子 25 岁后，要学会保养自己的皮肤。&lt;br /&gt;　　9 、如果可以不抽烟，别抽。如果可以不喝酒，别喝。&lt;br /&gt;　　10 、再郁闷也不要去泡酒吧。一个孤独的女子手握高脚杯或者抽烟，会更添寂&lt;br /&gt;寞感与忧伤。&lt;br /&gt;　　11 、不要贪慕虚荣。虚荣是一剂毒药，而且会上瘾。&lt;br /&gt;　　12 、要穿高跟鞋，但是不要高的太过分。&lt;br /&gt;　　13 、要有几个死党，独自一人的时候，保证还能有死党为你端茶送水。而不是&lt;br /&gt;声竭力嘶的嚎叫为什么说爱你的那个人不能来陪你。&lt;br /&gt;　　14 、睁开双眼选择你的未来伴侣，如果选错了，立即分开。不要凑合过日，那&lt;br /&gt;样会害了两个人。&lt;br /&gt;　　15 、不要和男人动手。第一，你动不过他；第二，和你动手的男人一定是个疯&lt;br /&gt;子。所以，不如 不动。&lt;br /&gt;　　16 、外出旅游。旅行中的心灵能更充实。&lt;br /&gt;　　17 、有喝下午茶、阅读书本、听音乐的习惯&lt;br /&gt;　　18 、买适合自己的衣服、饰物。适合你的就是最好的，所以不必羡慕别人的行&lt;br /&gt;头。&lt;br /&gt;　　19 、不要接受你不喜欢的男子送的任何礼物&lt;br /&gt;　　20 、一次只爱一个人。&lt;br /&gt;　　21 、知道自己要什么，包括你爱的男人。&lt;br /&gt;　　22 、宁缺毋滥。不要因为寂寞随手抓一个男人，这对你和他都不公平，而且太&lt;br /&gt;缺乏责任感。&lt;br /&gt;　　23 、对你不喜欢的追求者的示好和关心坚定的说不和拒绝.即使他说，这不关&lt;br /&gt;你的事。&lt;br /&gt;　　24 、认真的对待你的工作。工作也许不如爱情来的让你心跳，但至少能保证你&lt;br /&gt;有饭吃，有房子住，而不确定的爱情给不了这些，所以，认真努力的工作。&lt;br /&gt;　　25 、最少拥有五个以上可供不同颜色、款式衣服搭配的包，五双以上的鞋子&lt;br /&gt;（拖鞋不包括。）&lt;br /&gt;　　26 、学会化精致淡雅的妆容。懂得出现在什么场合着什么服装。&lt;br /&gt;　　27 、已经错失的好男人不要去后悔，他们不属于你，于是你要睁大眼睛再找一&lt;br /&gt;个。&lt;br /&gt;　　28 、不要爱上已婚却还对你信誓旦旦说会抛妻弃子迎娶你的男人。如果他们真&lt;br /&gt;的没感情， 自然会离婚，而不是整日对你说些莫名其妙的话。&lt;br /&gt;　　29 、情人节或者生日没有人送花也无所谓，不必自己去买一束让花店送来。你&lt;br /&gt;可以将买花 的钱买精美的礼物，送给妈妈和爸爸。&lt;br /&gt;　　30 、记住你喜欢的人的生日，包括你的家人，当然，还有自己。&lt;br /&gt;　　31 、你可以去爱一个男人，但是不要把自己的全部都赔进去。没有男人值得你&lt;br /&gt;用生命去讨好。 你若不爱自己，怎么能让别人爱你？&lt;br /&gt;　　32 、偶尔做美女私房菜给他或者老友吃。但不要天天做，你生来不是为了某个&lt;br /&gt;人天天下厨房。&lt;br /&gt;　　33 、闲情时候自己煮花茶喝或者做茶点吃，放一段柔情音乐，翻阅几页好书，&lt;br /&gt;然后睡个懒觉，快哉。&lt;br /&gt;　　34 、疯狂的事情经历一次就好，比如翻越千山万水的去看望一个人。(但是我&lt;br /&gt;好像超过一次了...哈哈!拍色!)&lt;br /&gt;　　35 、没有时间和精力的话，不要乱表爱心养小动物，怠慢它们同样是种残忍，&lt;br /&gt;虽然我理解 你很寂寞需要一个伴。&lt;br /&gt;　　36 、不要学人搓麻将。折磨身心的事情不要做。(我觉得不搓麻将才有损身心&lt;br /&gt;呢!)&lt;br /&gt;　　37 、偶尔自己唱歌给自己听，好坏不重要，心情爽朗就可以。&lt;br /&gt;　　38 、孤单的时候找好朋友聊天、逛街、吃饭。不要让孤寂淹没自己。&lt;br /&gt;　　39 、如果发短信息给你喜欢的人，他不回。不要再发。&lt;br /&gt;　　40 、万一脆弱的不行了，请选好哭泣的对象，不要随便借肩膀和胸膛。&lt;br /&gt;　　41 、出门前，记得照镜子，检查一下着装是否协调。如果时间太紧，建议睡觉&lt;br /&gt;前就选好第二天穿的衣服。&lt;br /&gt;　　42 、不管是和谁约会见面，约定的时间之前一定要到达。&lt;br /&gt;　　43 、万一不小心喝醉了酒，不要打电话给任何人，包括死党和他。&lt;br /&gt;　　44 、晚上早点回家，自己没有车，超过十点要打的士，或者让人来接。&lt;br /&gt;　　45 、从现在开始，聪明一点，不要问他想不想你？爱不爱你？他要想你或者爱&lt;br /&gt;你自然会对你说，但是从你的嘴里说出来，他会很骄傲和不在乎你。&lt;br /&gt;　　46 、平等公正的对待你和他的爱情，脚踩很多船最终会翻掉。&lt;br /&gt;　　47 、一个人去看电影。买爆米花和可乐，笑翻天。或者，泪流满面。如果你喜&lt;br /&gt;欢体育，去看足球，哭死也没人管你，但是很轻松和畅快。&lt;br /&gt;　　48 、不要 24 小时都想念同一个人。可以分一点给家人和朋友。&lt;br /&gt;　　49 、如果喜欢一个人，在允许的情况下，告诉对方。也许得不到，但至少你努&lt;br /&gt;力过，将来不必后悔（也许后悔的是对方，呵呵）。&lt;br /&gt;　　50 、有固定的消遣场所，比如固定的咖啡馆、书店。让那个地方的服务生认识&lt;br /&gt;你，这样，你会在孤单时有个温暖的去处。&lt;br /&gt;　　51 、如果决定离开一个人，行动要快一点，快刀斩乱麻；如果决定爱上一个人，&lt;br /&gt;时间拉长一点，看清楚是否适合你。&lt;br /&gt;　　52 、找专人做色彩搭配建议。不要整天灰头灰脸，让自己灿烂点，别浪费青春&lt;br /&gt;和娇美身材。&lt;br /&gt;　　53 、不要为了任何人任何事折磨自己。比如不吃饭、哭泣、自闭、抑郁，这些&lt;br /&gt;都是傻瓜才做的事。当然，偶尔傻一下有必要，人生不必时时聪明。&lt;br /&gt;　　54 、如果一个男人对你说他喜欢你，相信他。如果他说不再爱你，也相信他。&lt;br /&gt;任何时候，要告诉自己，一个不爱你的人离开，是幸运。&lt;br /&gt;　　55 、任何情况下，背后不说他人是非。如果一定要你说，说好话。&lt;br /&gt;　　56 、买舒适的睡衣给自己，性感一点也无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;　　57 、允许偶尔看肥皂剧，但不可成为依赖。允许偶尔披头散发，但要注重场合。&lt;br /&gt;允许偶尔骂脏话，但只限在老友面前或者独自一人时，记得说过后要忘掉那种畅快&lt;br /&gt;感。&lt;br /&gt;　　58 、爱护你的手，它是你的第二张脸，但不是为此你不需要分担任何家务。&lt;br /&gt;　　59 、爱父母，每周一次打电话或者抽时间共进晚餐。（应该在前十条中。）&lt;br /&gt;　　60 、不必为某个人选择销毁 ID 或者失踪。爱和不爱都将继续生活.结束就好&lt;br /&gt;好结束，何必苦了自己？&lt;br /&gt;　　61 、穿有质感的衣服，找有质量的男朋友。他不一定很有钱，但是一定要能让&lt;br /&gt;你有安全感和开心。&lt;br /&gt;　　62 、居室要有鲜花，记得换水。如果要出差，清理之后再出门，不要回来面对&lt;br /&gt;一屋子的蚊子和虫子。&lt;br /&gt;　　63 、有空时给自己点一袭喜欢的香薰，让香味充盈房间。愉悦。&lt;br /&gt;　　64 、想吃就吃。为了保持身材让自己饿着，那是世界上最愚蠢的美丽。&lt;br /&gt;　　65 如果有可能，尽量留长发。短发确实打理起来容易一些，但始终少了些女人&lt;br /&gt;味。&lt;br /&gt;　　66 、心血来潮时，可以帮他洗衣服，买袜子，但是不要自作多情帮他买内裤。&lt;br /&gt;他爱穿什么就让他穿什么。&lt;br /&gt;　　67 、如果哪个男人说了让你难堪的话，原谅他。一个被原谅的男人最后会后悔&lt;br /&gt;失去一个像你这么宽容的女朋友。&lt;br /&gt;　　68 、有一个最少两年内需要达成的目标。有目标的人生不会太无聊。&lt;br /&gt;　　69 、如果很不幸遇上了一个以上床为目的，对你始乱终弃的男人，请先微笑，&lt;br /&gt;然后鄙视他：你是我这辈子遇见的最龌龊最无能的男人,然后用最美的方式头也不要&lt;br /&gt;回的离开。&lt;br /&gt;　　70 、如果男人以他忙为理由，不来探你的病情，不回你的邮件，不关心你的现&lt;br /&gt;状，不能和你承担生活的重负，无法给你勇气。勇敢一点，自动离开。没有什么比&lt;br /&gt;自己关心自己来得实在。而一个不爱你的人，你付出的再多，他再好，那也不过是&lt;br /&gt;浪费时间和精力。&lt;br /&gt;　　71 、如果有曾经喜欢你但现在已经结婚的男子对你说：他忘记不了你，你始终&lt;br /&gt;是他最爱的人。请镇定的告诉他：像个男人一样生活。你这样做，既能保持冷静，&lt;br /&gt;又尊重和爱护了另外一个女人。这会让你更有魅力。&lt;br /&gt;　　72 、常常去运动。做个安静的林妹妹固然很好，但是身体健康更重要。&lt;br /&gt;　　73 、不要在路上无所顾忌的吃东西，有失淑女风范。（特别是啃烧烤等等不雅&lt;br /&gt;行为）&lt;br /&gt;　　74 、天真纯洁很好。但是不分场合的天真就会成为白痴行为。&lt;br /&gt;　　75 、一定要有几个男性朋友，没有非分之想，能在受到委屈时拿胸口当沙包给&lt;br /&gt;你锤，你也能帮他出主意追女朋友，并可以深夜里把他从床上揪起来去很远的地方&lt;br /&gt;接你。当然，首先你要让他女朋友或者太太认可你。否则不要试。&lt;br /&gt;　　76 、学会承受痛苦。有些话，适合烂在心里，有些痛苦，适合无声无息的忘记。&lt;br /&gt;当经历过，你成长了，自己知道就好。很多改变，不需要你己说，别人会看得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　77 、家里备常用药，判断不了病情的时候，赶快去医院。&lt;br /&gt;　　78 、不要等男人给你买礼物，想对自己好的时候，就自己去买。用起来会更舒&lt;br /&gt;心。&lt;br /&gt;　　79 、不要在一个男人离开之后，企图用报复心理去生活。那只会让你的生活乱&lt;br /&gt;成一团。正确的做法是比从前生活的更好。并告诉他：你生活的很好，很快乐，让&lt;br /&gt;他不要担心。&lt;br /&gt;　　80 、如果要去逛街，记得穿舒适的鞋子。善待自己是表现在细节上的。&lt;br /&gt;　　81 、有时间的话，去学瑜伽或者跆拳道。前者能让你放松身心，后者可以防身。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　82 、家里和办公室分别空出一格抽屉放零食。&lt;br /&gt;　　83 、隔期清理居室和身心。多余的物品送给有需要的人，心里的不痛快记得及&lt;br /&gt;时清除。别让生活的忙碌和郁闷消磨了美丽容颜。&lt;br /&gt;　　84 、没有丑女人，只有懒女人。不愿意用时间来装扮自己的女人，请不要对其&lt;br /&gt;他的美丽女人心生嫉妒不满。&lt;br /&gt;　　85 、任何场合，保持应有的涵养。学会说谢谢、辛苦您、对不起。做错了事情&lt;br /&gt;要懂得道歉和改过。&lt;br /&gt;　　86 、对于不想交往的人，不要应邀去吃饭喝咖啡，哪怕只是一块钱。没有后续&lt;br /&gt;发展和希望的交往，会浪费人家的钱和感情，这叫贪图享乐。贪慕虚荣的女子会让&lt;br /&gt;人瞧不起。如果实在碍于朋友介绍的情面挪不开，记得 AA 制。&lt;br /&gt;　　87 、对于你不想交往的人送来的礼物，原封不动寄回去。这是原则问题。&lt;br /&gt;　　88 、有自己的人生观和价值观。出现问题可以忍让并寻求解决，但是触及原则，&lt;br /&gt;要保持自己原则。丧失原则会让你失去生活的目的。&lt;br /&gt;　　89 、能不和人争吵尽量避免。一个发怒的人是很恐怖的，会因控制不了情绪变&lt;br /&gt;成疯子。&lt;br /&gt;　　90 、购买物件可以讨价还价，但如果对方不小心多找了你钱，要退回去.不要&lt;br /&gt;因贪小失去了做人的意义。&lt;br /&gt;　　91 、公共场所，给人行方便，特别是老人家。你也会老去，所以尊重老人就是&lt;br /&gt;尊重你以后的岁月。&lt;br /&gt;　　92 、如果没有人陪，学着一个人听音乐看书写文字。这是个好习惯。&lt;br /&gt;　　93 、口腔不要有异味。随身携带口气清新剂和补妆的物件。不要真的以为素面&lt;br /&gt;朝天是一种美。香口胶吃过后要用纸包起来丢弃垃圾桶。明白随地吐痰是不文明行&lt;br /&gt;为，厉行禁止。&lt;br /&gt;　　94 、之前你放弃的人或者放弃你的人，深夜打电话给你，挂掉之后关机。如果&lt;br /&gt;他守在窗口，记得拉紧窗帘。不是你狠心，而是任何经历伤痛之后的分手都会有裂&lt;br /&gt;痕，修补得再好也无法还原。不如就让它过去。&lt;br /&gt;　　95 、爱那个爱你的人。如果只是你爱他，或者只是他爱你。趁早分开。女子不&lt;br /&gt;需要他人来假装疼爱，你也不需要假装疼爱某人。&lt;br /&gt;　　96 、如果可以，和相爱的人牵手漫步。在找不到之前，学会自己欣赏风景。&lt;br /&gt;　　97 、对你不情愿做的事情大声说不。比如酒席上，轮到你喝酒，而你不善，大&lt;br /&gt;可以茶代酒，而非含恨饮醉。&lt;br /&gt;　　98 、不管和谁有了矛盾和别扭，解决的时间不要超过 24 小时。否则麻烦会更&lt;br /&gt;多。在可以接受的范围内，先道歉。让自己做做坏人不是件真的坏事。&lt;br /&gt;　　99 、相信一见钟情的爱情，相信总有一个人会在岁月的拐角处静静的等你。只&lt;br /&gt;是你要擦亮眼睛，细心寻找。(我才不信!尤其是在这年代)&lt;br /&gt;　　100 、做个睿智的女子。学会从容面对生活。积极面对生活，生活定会如你所&lt;br /&gt;愿，如同明早，太阳依旧会如时升起。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;粉红色的我加三粒星!!! 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title='送给聪明的女人'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STCPR6jGa7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3qXwGUqrsWM/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-7054121502502976121</id><published>2008-11-28T21:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:38:50.709-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nitezzzzyyyy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful sense'/><title type='text'>诱惑</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB-UjhmblI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ys5uebbgZG8/s1600-h/0388C219.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB-UjhmblI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ys5uebbgZG8/s320/0388C219.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273854055249505874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，那只是一场误会&lt;br /&gt;有时候，我们都太倔强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，会有一些诱惑&lt;br /&gt;有时候，会有一些摇动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，孤独时你不再身边&lt;br /&gt;有时候，快乐后更加孤独&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，时间过得太快&lt;br /&gt;有时候，刚相聚后又要别离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是...&lt;br /&gt;既然勇敢相爱，就该勇敢坚持&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB-UUuK7hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bVqLJe_HCwk/s1600-h/0388C10B.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB-UUuK7hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bVqLJe_HCwk/s320/0388C10B.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273854051275697682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思念的时候相信对方也在思念&lt;br /&gt;等待的时候相信对方也在等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么，世界会充满色彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情...&lt;br /&gt;在指缝间承诺指缝，在爱情下交缠&lt;br /&gt;俗话说，距离产生美&lt;br /&gt;但是有一种叫做不忠的诱惑往往把距离变成伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB91suKVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W5coq83jZNg/s1600-h/0388C0C3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB91suKVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W5coq83jZNg/s320/0388C0C3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273853525142164482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情需要在一起去温习，时间久了，寂寞了，也许会想找个身边的人陪&lt;br /&gt;有分寸的，懂得享受孤独；不安分的，另结新欢&lt;br /&gt;人都是自私的，人都害怕寂寞，人都是或多或少的拒绝不了诱惑&lt;br /&gt;在我的周围许许多多的异地恋&lt;br /&gt;有几天结束的，有几月厌倦的，有几年分手的，还有几年了依旧坚持的...&lt;div 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title='诱惑'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/STB-UjhmblI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ys5uebbgZG8/s72-c/0388C219.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-8333699096386871233</id><published>2008-11-26T00:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:49:00.385-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nitezzzzyyyy'/><title type='text'>凌晨五点钟的部落格</title><content type='html'>世界上只有两种可以称之为浪漫的情感&lt;br /&gt;一种叫相濡以沫，另一种叫相忘于江湖&lt;br /&gt;我们要做的是争取和最爱的人相濡以沫&lt;br /&gt;和次爱的人相忘于江湖&lt;br /&gt;也许不是不曾心动&lt;br /&gt;不是没有可能&lt;br /&gt;只是有缘无份，情深缘浅&lt;br /&gt;我们爱在不对的时间...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回首往事的时候&lt;br /&gt;想起那些如流星般划过生命的爱情&lt;br /&gt;我们常常会把彼此的错过归咎于缘分&lt;br /&gt;其实说到底&lt;br /&gt;缘分是那么虚幻抽象的一个概念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真正影响我们的，往往就是那一时三刻相遇与相爱的时机&lt;br /&gt;男女之间的交往，充满了犹豫忐忑的不确定与欲言又止的矜持&lt;br /&gt;一个小小的变数，就可以完全改变选择的方向&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果彼此出现早一点，也许就不会和另一个人十指相扣&lt;br /&gt;又或者相遇得再晚一些&lt;br /&gt;晚到两个人在各自的爱情经历中慢慢地学会了包容与体谅，善待和妥协&lt;br /&gt;也许走到一起的时候，就不会那么轻易地放弃，任性地转身，放走了爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你最美丽的时候，你遇见了谁?&lt;br /&gt;在你深爱一个人的时候，谁又陪在你身边?&lt;br /&gt;爱情到底给了你多少时间，去相遇与分离，去选择与后悔?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是不心动，不是不后悔&lt;br /&gt;但已经没时间再去相拥&lt;br /&gt;如果爱一个人却无法在一起&lt;br /&gt;相爱却无法在适当的时候相遇&lt;br /&gt;爱了却爱在不对的时候&lt;br /&gt;除了珍藏那一滴心底的泪&lt;br /&gt;无言的走远，又能有什么选择?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在时间的荒野，没有早一步也没有晚一步&lt;br /&gt;于千万人之中，去邂逅自己的爱人&lt;br /&gt;那是太难得的缘分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更多的时候，我们只是在彼此不断地错过&lt;br /&gt;错过杨花飘风的春，又错过了枫叶瑟索的秋&lt;br /&gt;直到漫天白雪，年华不再&lt;br /&gt;在一次次地心酸感叹之后，才能终于了解&lt;br /&gt;即使真挚，即使亲密&lt;br /&gt;即使两个人都已是心有戚戚&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱，依然需要时间来成全和考验&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这世界有着太多的这样那样的限制与隐秘的禁忌&lt;br /&gt;又有太多难于预测的变故和身不由己的离合&lt;br /&gt;一个转身，也许就已经一辈子错过&lt;br /&gt;要到很多年以后，才会参透所有的争取与努力&lt;br /&gt;也许还抵不过命运开的一个玩笑&lt;br /&gt;上天只在云端眨了一眨眼，所有的结局，就都已完全改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在对的时间，遇见对的人，是一种幸福；&lt;br /&gt;在对的时间，遇见错得人，是一种悲伤；&lt;br /&gt;在错得时间，遇见对的人，是一种叹息；&lt;br /&gt;在错得时间，遇见错得人，是一种无奈；&lt;br /&gt;回忆的花瓣掠过心湖，泛起片片涟漪，&lt;br /&gt;爱不是千言万语，也不是朝朝幕幕&lt;br /&gt;爱是每当午夜梦醒时，发现内心牵挂的依然是远方的你...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8333699096386871233?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8333699096386871233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=8333699096386871233' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;也不难，站在镜子前面的我，还蛮自恋的，想想自己好像很久没有走性感路线了，&lt;br /&gt;我超羡慕那些在国外的朋友，比如说大马啊，上海，什么的，总之就不是在这种国&lt;br /&gt;家生活的，因为可以享受衣着上的满足感，要穿什么简直就是随心所欲的，小背心，&lt;br /&gt;mini skirt，长靴子，或是配上黑色的花纹丝袜和典雅的高跟鞋，在画上黑色的眼&lt;br /&gt;线，翘翘的睫毛，那种诱惑的眼神，可以感受到性感味道弥漫全身，百无禁忌的打&lt;br /&gt;扮，我超想走性感路线!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得那天在watson看瘦身产品，他跟我说怎么我还要瘦身啊?其实我瘦身不是为了什么，&lt;br /&gt;我只不过不想白白浪费我最黄金的这一刻，把最美的我把持到最永久，我知道要美&lt;br /&gt;到35岁不是容易的事,既然我可以把身材修到最美，何乐不为呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，在看看自己的身材，嗯...庆幸自己还有一段世间让自己迁瘦下来，为了要在&lt;br /&gt;我回去的时间可以无限制的穿衣，我怎么可以错过这么好的机会呢?轻轻松松的走在大街上，不怕大风吹来会把小肚腩给出卖，反而更显示我的曲线，那种感觉很嚣张吧?哈哈... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;努力瘦身，是我现在的目标! 我知道我衣柜里，有好多衣服开始埋怨我怎么都没把&lt;br /&gt;它们穿在身上了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-3130465386420505664?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3130465386420505664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=3130465386420505664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3130465386420505664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3130465386420505664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/12.html' title='性感倒数12天'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-7051427666724771928</id><published>2008-11-24T22:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:35:42.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in Luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SStIFfvR6NI/AAAAAAAAANY/OeD_T5UsA0g/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SStIFfvR6NI/AAAAAAAAANY/OeD_T5UsA0g/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272387048023648466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明年这个时间， 约在这个地点&lt;br /&gt;记得带着玫瑰，打上领带系上思念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上海时刻最美，真心的给不累&lt;br /&gt;太多的爱很醉，有人疼爱再美的人也会陶醉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会送你红色玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;你别拿一双眼泪相对&lt;br /&gt;未来的日子有你才美，梦才会真一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢在你爱里沉醉&lt;br /&gt;你会守护着我穿过黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我愿意这条情路相守相随，你最珍贵...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张学友的声音，就是有一股男人情歌的味道，往往都把歌唱得很有味道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人与人之间的感情，可以很坚强，也可以很脆弱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经看过一对夫妇，serve他们时， 男的就会说:‘I would like to have a mango &lt;br /&gt;juice &amp; please give my wife a cup of coffee...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，坐在他身边的那位女士及时的纠正，说:‘Oh no! Please give me a cup of &lt;br /&gt;tea...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接着，男的就会问: ‘你几时改喝茶了?’&lt;br /&gt;‘我不喝咖啡的习惯已经改掉好久了，你怎么都不知道啊?’&lt;br /&gt;她，不屑了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作为旁观者的我，本就不应该有什么意见，但是内心有一种感想，会觉得说:&lt;br /&gt;怎么啦?大家都老父老妻了，怎么还不了解对方吗?本来我看到这一对老的，会替他&lt;br /&gt;们感到幸福，因为可以一起肩并肩的坐在隔壁，一起去旅行什么的，可惜，就连最&lt;br /&gt;基本的，老婆已改掉不喝咖啡的习惯了，却一点也没发觉，噢...这是怎么搞的呀? &lt;br /&gt;老婆应该会觉得失望吧? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重新踏入新一段恋情的我，才发现原来爱是需要勇气，自己还需要很多的信心，说&lt;br /&gt;服自己怎样去看待这一份感情，这次是我分手以来，我把这份感情认真看待，可是&lt;br /&gt;歌词会友善的提醒我，努力爱一个人，和幸福并无关连，是不是当一个人堕入爱河&lt;br /&gt;时，就会变得爱情大过天，什么的不管，什么都可以为另一半豁出去，然后当梦醒&lt;br /&gt;来时，才发现自己已掉进爱情悬崖，伤痕累累的...我很怕我会是这样的，毕竟，我&lt;br /&gt;还是一个女人...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我知道，选了他，应该会是我对感情重拾信心和勇气的开始，至少，我们是坦&lt;br /&gt;诚的，将心比心，我们会试着站在对方的立场去看待某一件事情，有着共同的看法&lt;br /&gt;和意见。至少，还可以达成共识。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有了他的我，和以前不同了，我庆幸我那怀念的灿烂笑容终于再次浮现在我脸庞，&lt;br /&gt;就算一人晚餐，一人逛八百半，我会习惯；失眠的夜晚已不在属于我，就算远地相&lt;br /&gt;恋艰难，日夜缓慢，世间很冷，但回忆不曾偷懒，留守到尾不见从不散...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-7051427666724771928?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7051427666724771928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=7051427666724771928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7051427666724771928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7051427666724771928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-luv.html' title='Im in Luv'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SStIFfvR6NI/AAAAAAAAANY/OeD_T5UsA0g/s72-c/DSC02144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-3308406681388971161</id><published>2008-10-26T19:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:02:59.001-02:00</updated><title type='text'>如果没有你</title><content type='html'>有一段时间没写部落格了吧?是我生活太忙了，我开始又回到那种忙忙碌碌的生活，&lt;br /&gt;感觉很充实，不会有多余的时间去想其他的事情，可是，为什么我现在开始写部落&lt;br /&gt;格了呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我们见面了，我感觉到他对我陌生了，和我抱持一段距离，除了我离开他的&lt;br /&gt;前一刻...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对他，是依依不舍的，有很多话哽咽在口里，那一晚，我们面对面的坐着，几个&lt;br /&gt;月没见，我有的是太多的情绪和没适当的表情 ，你是否也和我一样呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我根本不想和他争论，我很珍惜那时的每一刻每一秒，我只想让他知道我真的很努&lt;br /&gt;力，一直在努力的去维持我们...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，放手了，我就不会这么辛苦；我根本就不应该去在乎得不到的温柔，可是&lt;br /&gt;他偏偏出现在我想认真看待感情的时候，要我放手，我还在很努力的去尝试着...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若换个角度来看，其实还有点对不起你，因为这么爱你都学不会 &lt;br /&gt;感情到最后还是浪费的，到头来只能学到如何失望的智慧 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你不出现 我的世界 还有什么可贵 &lt;br /&gt;可惜不够时间 让我们试验 什么叫永远 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你从没出现 我会不会 觉得快乐一些? &lt;br /&gt;可惜残忍时间 总要把诺言 一点点摧毁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是不是如果没有你&lt;br /&gt;而我在哪里 ，又有甚么可惜 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念变成怀念， 心动变成心碎 &lt;br /&gt;偏偏还会关切， 你最后属于谁&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-3308406681388971161?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3308406681388971161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=3308406681388971161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3308406681388971161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3308406681388971161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='如果没有你'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-4314629339509234497</id><published>2008-10-14T05:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:06:58.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus sek sek'/><title type='text'>Yes Jesus loves me</title><content type='html'>这次这个部落格要和大家分享我的心情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我刚刚从上海飞回来，基本上还慢开心的，错了!我应该说是非常之开心!!!因为他&lt;br /&gt;飞来上海和我会面，虽然只是短短的几天，但是我们走在街上，手牵手的，一边逛&lt;br /&gt;一边说笑，还在大街上打打骂骂，玩闹的很不像样!事关上海的天气还蛮冷的，因为&lt;br /&gt;开始转冬天了，所以一定要靠在一起，保温嘛!哈哈!你们肯定笑我说是借口，也不&lt;br /&gt;错嘛~这样的借口，很多人都是这样用吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜，好景不长在!我的手机被扒走了!顿时，我第一个的感觉就是:完了!我的照片&lt;br /&gt;全完了!!!Shit!!! 然后，我死命的找，我找我的包包，我们走回去刚才的那条街道，&lt;br /&gt;我问了当地的小贩和靓仔，结果，你肯定猜不到我得到的答案，竟然是...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下是我们的对话:&lt;br /&gt;‘请问这里会时差发生打抢或扒手之类的案件吗?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘哦?是呀!那你看到到这位吗?这位和这几位，他们都是扒手啊!时常在这里出没的...’他边说边指着对面的那几个&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘...!!??’我一听到他们这样说，我真的不知道要怎样回答，这次真的被活活气死!气到我剩下&lt;br /&gt;半条命!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了几秒，我好不容易啃出几个字出来&lt;br /&gt;‘怎么你们知道却还让他们在这里徘徊啊?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后他们解释，事关因为他们多数是新江人，是中国的少数人民，他们享有特权的，&lt;br /&gt;就算偷东西应该坐牢2年，但他们只是1年或半年的，坐完了再‘ 重出江湖’也没什&lt;br /&gt;么...他一直解释下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的觉得很可惜，你知道吗?照片里我们去过好多的地方!其中有东方明珠，八百半，豫园的照片是最不值得不见的!sobsob~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时的我，还眼睁睁地看着他伸手打算扒另一个女生&lt;br /&gt;的包包，可是我又不能100%肯定他就是那个扒手，因为我前后被撞了2次，大约过了&lt;br /&gt;45分钟吧，我才发现手机不翼而飞了!当时，我真的很想走上前跟他说，不如我给你&lt;br /&gt;钱，你把我的手机还给我!你要多少钱你讲!但是想想下，知道他们不会是这么顺谈&lt;br /&gt;的人，所以...唉~还是算了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我operate flight时，刚好和几个上海本地人聊天，一提到那条街的名字，她们&lt;br /&gt;的第一句话竟然是‘那边很多小偷的，要小心呢!’&lt;br /&gt;我的感觉是:天呀!怎么我不早点知道呢?&lt;br /&gt;她们还告诉我‘哎呀，不见手机是很正常的呢!’‘而且他们只专偷手机，都很少扒&lt;br /&gt;钱包的’&lt;br /&gt;我的感觉又是:OH MY GOD!!!这是什么道理啊?除了这些，我不知道我还可以说什么了!!??Speechless???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经是很小心的人，我的包包一直都是zip着的，被撞2次的时候还以为包包底被&lt;br /&gt;割破，我只是摸了摸包包底部，没事，却没有想到要检查一下手机，因为我的包包&lt;br /&gt;一直都是zip着的，没想到他们这么‘PROFESSIONAL’!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~完了~我的甜蜜照片，开心照片，可爱照片,漂亮照片就这样没了!!!真的很可惜...说也奇&lt;br /&gt;怪，我并没有伤心，若手机里是没有照片的，我根本不会去在意，就是因为那些照&lt;br /&gt;片，实在太难得了，这几天在上海，是本小姐有史以来，最开心的旅行呢!!!可是照&lt;br /&gt;片...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~sorry了啦...我的话题就是一直离不开‘照片’这2个字!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我能怎样?我只有尽量保持开心，日子始终要过，事实是照片再也不会回来了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在这时，说也奇怪,突然，我听到有一首歌是这样唱的&lt;br /&gt;'Jesus love me this I know&lt;br /&gt; For the bible tells me so&lt;br /&gt; Little ones to Him belong&lt;br /&gt; They are weak but He is strong&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt; The bible tells me so'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然简单的歌词，但是却深深地，我觉得没那么可惜了，那些伤心的，不好的，负&lt;br /&gt;面的，都消失了!顿时，我觉得身边有他派来的天使围绕着我，在给我心灵上的支持，&lt;br /&gt;一直在扶持着我，我才发现，原来我已经有很久没唱这首歌了!听妈妈的话是对的，&lt;br /&gt;流行歌曲别听那么多，多听一些Christian Songs是很有帮助的! 原来这首歌包含着&lt;br /&gt;这么大的安慰!我永远都是Jesus最疼爱的羔羊!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4314629339509234497?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4314629339509234497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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NOV</title><content type='html'>在回家的路上，我像往常一样，听着音乐，心情也会随着音乐而变轻松，我总是这样，&lt;br /&gt;会懂得做一些东西来保持愉快的心情，在加上今天是本国的公共假期，所以也试着&lt;br /&gt;让自己的心情和他们一样，感受那种holiday的感觉…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着听着，就轮到了吴克群的情人节，顿时，我整个人的心情已经感受到了他那首&lt;br /&gt;歌的兴奋感觉，我开始在幻想，若我有一个称职的男友，他一定会很幸福，因为我&lt;br /&gt;会很疼他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我试过逛百货公司，会自然而然的逛到男士部门，挑选smart smart的衬衫，再看看&lt;br /&gt;那些领带，cufflink等什么的，然后开始想像我的他收到我买给他的东西时的幸福&lt;br /&gt;画面，我想，他会觉得庆幸因为有一位这么贴心的她吧? 可是，每当我正要做出决&lt;br /&gt;定买哪一样的时候，理智就会出现，我就会很遗憾的走掉，还要很快的那种，因为&lt;br /&gt;我身边根本就没有一个‘他’，这是事实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说回来哦，吴克群的这首情人节，的确掀起了我内心的冲动，冲动想要把我每一&lt;br /&gt;天的假期都有不同的Mr Right陪伴着，我不介意把我所有的假期都在Msia度过，至&lt;br /&gt;少我天天都享受着好像那首歌里的情节，那种你今天一早起身，就知道和谁约会，&lt;br /&gt;然后抱着很好的心情起床，打扮得漂漂亮亮的，卷发飘飘逸逸的，一整身的连身裙，&lt;br /&gt;穿上女人味十足的高跟鞋，脸上是带着甜美笑容走出门的，风一吹就会闻到自己身&lt;br /&gt;上甜甜的果花香水，感觉很好也!我要天天过情人节!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，我真的不介意把所有时间都摆在Msia了，听起来是浪费了点，但是每天却有&lt;br /&gt;不同的爱情滋润，(也说不上是爱情啦，我想不到正确的字) 日子应该过得挺开心的&lt;br /&gt;吧? 我开始怀念我那经过爱情滋润酝酿出来的笑容…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;班機在大馬時間下午2時:25降落在曼谷機場，傷者全部送往曼谷當地醫院救治。目前已知一名乘客，一名組員傷勢比較嚴重，傷者的國籍尚未知悉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;華航日前飛往峇里島班機，也遭遇疑似晴空亂流，包括組員在內，有30人受傷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;台灣民航局長李龍文表示：接連發生亂流旅客受傷事件，將再次要求航空公司，對所有旅客提出呼籲及要求，希望旅客搭機時，一定要繫緊安全帶，除非必要，不要隨便走動，維護個人安全。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2533814552575482872?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2533814552575482872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2533814552575482872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2533814552575482872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;知道了，若不去实现，就很愚嘛，对不对?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了今天，我才发现自己要的其实只不过是这种生活而已，我总不能成天不说话呢&lt;br /&gt;! 因为我还蛮叽喳的，尤其是对我的朋友，这不会算奢侈吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~说到朋友，我就想到某一个人，在还没分开前，还口口声声的对我说，飞回来了&lt;br /&gt;一定会找我，我傻到真的期待她会联络我，甚至想好了该说什么去重拾这份感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然，是有见面，但是，她纯粹把东西交给我，她始终没开口，我失望了，以为她&lt;br /&gt;还需要多点时间吧? 可是，都这么久了，她还是没联络我，而我还在等... &lt;br /&gt;是我太重视她的承诺吗?是我天真了吧?当时她只是说说而已?难道一直以来都是我一&lt;br /&gt;厢情愿?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就因为我们分离前，她送给我的一个拥抱，我又再一次的把我的信任交给她，心里&lt;br /&gt;感应到她是不会食言的,她回来了一定会找我的...&lt;br /&gt;而我到现在，还在期待她实现她的诺言，出来喝杯什么的，就当作给个机会大家...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可残忍的事实却告诉我，她不曾联络过我...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然如此，我仍期待她的来电...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道我这样做对吗?会不会太傻?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人，就是这样犯践的吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8501284888746534868?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-5497803131631265985</id><published>2008-09-19T18:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:56:57.216-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Dream: ON or OFF??</title><content type='html'>I will be leaving here soon! I will be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;You are right! This was once my dream job &amp; now my dream had come true! But I never thought that the price behind this job is a very expensive price that I had to pay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to stay far away from my families. From my country to here, 7 hours fly time, yet, I did not happy at all! Because I miss my home so much! I miss the smell! I miss Hershey! I miss my own bed, the furniture, everything including the dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I don’t have many friends. My life here is so boring. I can feel that I always walk with the clock, tic tack tic tack… &amp; then it just only pass 5 minutes. I can say nothing for the whole day until my mouth become smelly! Haha! I can feel the bored is surrounding me &amp; the only thing keeps accompany me is the dramas, books &amp; internet. I started to make porridge call where I never try this before. I started to write so many things which I can never write as much as this before. I started to find my friends for just planning to have dinner where I seldom do this before. I become more friendly because I need more friends which is also not part of my character before. I started to miss my enemy because I need friends! What is this??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, this job is always making me sick! I have cough &amp; flu non-stop. Both of them are like taking turn to visit me. I drink so much water compare than before but still I will cough &amp; sneeze. I try to sleep well to ensure my body will have enough rest, but still, cough &amp; flu still ‘accompanying’ me. This sickness always started to heal &amp; become better the next day especially when I woke up, but become so serious when I have night stopped duty. Especially for flu, I can feel my ear so pain due to my nose block when aircrafts is landing. My ear conduit become so narrow due to the drastically change of cabin pressure &amp; I have to suffer! The pain is not that normal pain that you can imagine. Just try to compare internal &amp; external pain. I rather die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I am not happy at all &amp; this is the most important reason. No doubt, the salary is attractive but I want a more holistic happiness than just earning money. Not happy from deep down inside my heart. You can see, I miss my home, my friends, my everything, which means there is nothing for me to continue staying like this. I want to be as happy as last time! Who cares the salary? I just want to enjoy life! I will earn this much &amp; I will spend that much! Khallas! I don’t want to think so much &amp; don’t want to have burdens. As recently one of my friends just passed away, looking back her life, I can feel that she had enjoyed her life. No regret. She dreamed about LV beg, she got it like 3 or 4. She wants to looks more pretty, she spent like few thousands to do her double-fold eyelid. She spent for everything she likes, for e.g. clothes, branded stuff, not only this, she hang out clubbing whenever she likes, if she like FT ( this word censored ) she will go ahead. If she wants SK (also censored word) she will enjoy it. Did you see? I wanted to live like her, at least if one day I die, I won’t have any regret. Last time I was planning to do my nose plastic surgery also because of her influence because I want to enjoy life like her. Enjoy life to the fullest! What for I toe the line for my life? In the end, I am not happy at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For what if I am earning this much but my families, friends is not around me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5497803131631265985?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5497803131631265985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5497803131631265985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5497803131631265985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5497803131631265985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-on-or-off.html' title='Dream: ON or OFF??'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-6277833379772946036</id><published>2008-09-16T10:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:20:33.602-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>有一张照片，我不能upload...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-_UdGb4fI/AAAAAAAAANA/3SJQYMqGbHc/s1600-h/5%271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-_UdGb4fI/AAAAAAAAANA/3SJQYMqGbHc/s320/5%271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246622449039827442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你爱我，我或许也会爱你们&lt;br /&gt;如果你想我，我或许也会想你们&lt;br /&gt;我很喜欢独自发呆，因为可以时常联想到你们&lt;br /&gt;也很喜欢跟你们聊聊心事，分享快乐。&lt;br /&gt;因为可以更了解人生原本就聚散无常，只要能珍惜最美好的片段，&lt;br /&gt;又何必在乎是聚是散&lt;br /&gt;有过爱情经验的人常说，相爱简单，相处难，但是分手更难&lt;br /&gt;人和人之间的关系本来就是很微妙的东西&lt;br /&gt;很难说上一个具体的形态来，不是吗?&lt;br /&gt;也就是因为这样的微妙和难说出个所以然来&lt;br /&gt;才会有许多的不可预期 这不可否认的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM--MhirvuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4lcXpcUypFI/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM--MhirvuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4lcXpcUypFI/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246621213281468130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实 或许在经过一些的事后大概会发觉&lt;br /&gt;原来并没有所谓的永永远远的友情和爱情&lt;br /&gt;能永永远远的友情和爱情固然可喜&lt;br /&gt;但在这机率上又占了多少的百分比&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想大家都想永远一辈子珍惜拥有的友情和爱情&lt;br /&gt;却每一个人都没把握&lt;br /&gt;看了受伤的心情 我只是淡淡一笑&lt;br /&gt;笑 是因为还没学会在这复杂的人际关系中&lt;br /&gt;找到自己天秤上的平衡点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多事 越是在乎越会深觉不快乐&lt;br /&gt;不快乐了 气忿和抱怨也特别多&lt;br /&gt;习惯一个人 去做我自己想做的事&lt;br /&gt;不必在乎某些人的言语，行动和举动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友的定义的什么 好朋友的定义是什么&lt;br /&gt;都不重要 &lt;br /&gt;重要的是你用怎样的心态去看待&lt;br /&gt;相信自己 用眼睛看 用耳朵听 用心去感觉&lt;br /&gt;你会发现 许多事情原来和自己所认为的不一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人的一生是无敌的轮回&lt;br /&gt;记取经验与记忆的累赘&lt;br /&gt;就可减少犹豫的光阴&lt;br /&gt;也可避免选择的错误&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管我们跌倒多少次 总会继续向前走&lt;br /&gt;不管我们心碎多少次 阳光永远不会消失&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-6277833379772946036?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6277833379772946036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=6277833379772946036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6277833379772946036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6277833379772946036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_16.html' title='有一张照片，我不能upload...'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-_UdGb4fI/AAAAAAAAANA/3SJQYMqGbHc/s72-c/5%271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-6322307732946028208</id><published>2008-09-16T10:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:04:50.381-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>寂寞恋人</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-7zR4-rTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1ZrLUNfX4zE/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-7zR4-rTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1ZrLUNfX4zE/s320/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246618580560031026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;努力爱一个人，和幸福并无关联&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了这一句，我真的不知道该写什么了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望下个月份的时间表是满满的，爱情只不过是世纪末的无聊消遣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始总是分分钟都妙不可言，谁都以为热情它永不会灭&lt;br /&gt;除了激情退去后的那一点点倦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想那一天在一起的感觉&lt;br /&gt;我心里所感受的究竟是序曲或完结篇&lt;br /&gt;感情不就是你情我愿&lt;br /&gt;最好爱恨扯平两不相欠&lt;br /&gt;其实说穿了&lt;br /&gt;是一人挣脱的，一人去捡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正，我写些什么，都好像不管他事，那就干脆别读了，何必呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吞下寂寞的恋人吧!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-6322307732946028208?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6322307732946028208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=6322307732946028208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6322307732946028208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6322307732946028208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='寂寞恋人'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SM-7zR4-rTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1ZrLUNfX4zE/s72-c/DSC02032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-2209674542517376115</id><published>2008-09-08T19:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:57:59.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Listen… To the song here in my heart &lt;br /&gt;A melody I start but can't complete  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen… To the sound from deep within &lt;br /&gt;It's only beginning to find release &lt;br /&gt;You should have listened &lt;br /&gt;There is someone here inside &lt;br /&gt;Someone I thought had died so long ago &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm screamin out  And my dreams will be heard &lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside or worse &lt;br /&gt;Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen I am alone at a crossroads &lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home &lt;br /&gt; And I've tried and tried &lt;br /&gt;To say what's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;You should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;But now I've got to find my own  &lt;br /&gt; I don't know where I belong &lt;br /&gt;But I'll be moving on &lt;br /&gt;If you don't, if you won't  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen I am alone at a crossroads &lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home &lt;br /&gt; And I've tried and tried &lt;br /&gt;To say what's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;You should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;But now I've got to find my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2209674542517376115?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2209674542517376115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2209674542517376115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2209674542517376115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2209674542517376115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-5411673496469779265</id><published>2008-08-23T15:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:05:50.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cochin</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting in the front of my laptop, start writing for my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our block to Dubai, we had arrived in Cochin, a small town in India. When we arrive, I am surprise as there are lots of people waiting at the arriving gate, like we are some kind of movie stars, boyhood perhaps? He he… despite the crowd, yallah! We’re on our way to the hotel, everyone is looking forward for the breakfast buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was nice, I like their fruits like papaya &amp; sweet melon, and you can imagine the color, reddish orange fruits? Delicious huh? You’re right! Khallas? It’s time for us to have a nice rest. I prepared myself a hot foam bath in the bathtub. Aroma therapy ya? What surprise me is, this actually helps! I can feel that all my tiredness was totally ease away when I took my very first fresh breathe, I suppose to say thanks to my foam bath, the passion fruits smells is fantastic! Ha ha… perasan ke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should share the pictures &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBa-Y7ZkII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Nl928SBQXps/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBa-Y7ZkII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Nl928SBQXps/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786394521866370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBa-cNvzMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VWInHUCabqs/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBa-cNvzMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VWInHUCabqs/s320/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786395404127426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazPaKpkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Id2ZLsT4m8A/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazPaKpkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Id2ZLsT4m8A/s320/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786202987996738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed? Of course I won’t show you my pictures in the bathtub la… ha ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after my short nap, I hang out with Jo to the MG road, is an area whereby there has a lots of shops, Jo was planning to some handicrafts whereas I just intent to enjoy the sight-seeing.  I was planning to try their mango, unfortunately, we don’t see any fruits stalls there &amp; I thought maybe I can get it when I go back to the hotel, but too bad, they only have orange. I can’t eat orange, people who know me, you guys should know huh? He he…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazfkcn2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xVfB3hagpww/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazfkcn2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xVfB3hagpww/s320/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786207326084962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking on the streets, you can hear the non-stop horn sound from the reckless drivers, I was been told that this is their culture. WHAT??? Can you believe that always putting a horn while you driving are also consider as a culture? This sounds funny for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazc2LJAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0hb_L0VnCS4/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBazc2LJAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0hb_L0VnCS4/s320/DSC01939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786206595130370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn’t get what we expect for as it doesn’t like a flea market or we called pasar malam thing, there was just few rows of shops &amp; it doesn’t really have much varieties. I think this is only for us, because I still can see the Indians carrying lots of bags, wondering what they had bought for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabBSa2BI/AAAAAAAAALw/EDGoLDM8mPg/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabBSa2BI/AAAAAAAAALw/EDGoLDM8mPg/s320/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785786880546834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting inside the 'tut tut'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabP1QW_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/c-HDLosbHnc/s1600-h/DSC01946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabP1QW_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/c-HDLosbHnc/s320/DSC01946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785790784756722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some accessories where if I convert back to RM, it is priceless, too expensive? Of course not… it was too cheap until your calculator turns up 0.000…. ha ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabZLFwnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Ie7sQqAlLQ/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBabZLFwnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Ie7sQqAlLQ/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785793292255858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover a park, it is something like Gurney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaGlHcRqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YLUARvKaTdg/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaGlHcRqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YLUARvKaTdg/s320/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785435720926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it by slowly walking along the path &amp; eating my ice-cream with Jo. For Jo, I can see that she didn’t really enjoy it like me as she complaints that she got stings by mosquitoes. Ha ha… this was just her own psychology thinking, trust me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaG9KbCTI/AAAAAAAAALY/erIpOmWCs3c/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaG9KbCTI/AAAAAAAAALY/erIpOmWCs3c/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785442175879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is near to the sea &amp; despite the aged statutes &amp; the dirtiness, this one is a bit better because this is bigger, looks more like a park, there have flowers, trees, grasses… &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaG2WG69I/AAAAAAAAALg/e461oaA0MqY/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaG2WG69I/AAAAAAAAALg/e461oaA0MqY/s320/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785440345844690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! It has been so long my eye never has this kind of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way back, there was a lot of bus passing by, contributing a lots of black smoke, like the bas kilang, wat lao!!! We don’t even spoke a word &amp; this makes me cough non-stop! Jo was saying that we can paint a tissue into black color by wiping on our face. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaHN7upqI/AAAAAAAAALo/VnGcNJImuCw/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBaHN7upqI/AAAAAAAAALo/VnGcNJImuCw/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785446677653154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to back to the hotel because we want to proceed our plan i.e. we want to ride the boat in the river, which is between the hotel buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZf9_CxXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8WzekEKMWsE/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZf9_CxXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8WzekEKMWsE/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784772381689202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we reach the hotel, unfortunately, we was too late as the service only available until 5pm in the evening. So, what’s next? I enjoy the view gao gao first before we get back to our room. Nice sun set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZgLIiEsI/AAAAAAAAALA/1c489dwkqRc/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZgLIiEsI/AAAAAAAAALA/1c489dwkqRc/s320/DSC01968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784775911150274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order some room service &amp; have my dinner in my room, finishing this blog… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZgL8bI-I/AAAAAAAAALI/HG4AFAyXXhM/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBZgL8bI-I/AAAAAAAAALI/HG4AFAyXXhM/s320/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784776128799714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bahrain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5411673496469779265?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5411673496469779265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5411673496469779265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5411673496469779265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5411673496469779265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/cochin.html' title='Cochin'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SLBa-Y7ZkII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Nl928SBQXps/s72-c/DSC01928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-5428132230894188644</id><published>2008-08-16T11:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:59:35.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My first flight to Muscat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbjouy2dmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rXctP9FVWTQ/s1600-h/1st+fam+flight+at+BAH+airport.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbjouy2dmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rXctP9FVWTQ/s320/1st+fam+flight+at+BAH+airport.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121905760368226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Fam. flight at 1.30am in BAH airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbjo5sHssI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Pnjl-_Ts13Y/s1600-h/At+Seeb+international+airport+MCT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbjo5sHssI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Pnjl-_Ts13Y/s320/At+Seeb+international+airport+MCT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121908684927682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Seeb international airport with the A/C in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first flight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have a day off before I start my first familiarization flight, I was not that nervous compare to my colleagues. But when it was 6 hours to my pick up time, I started to get nervous &amp; did not really have a good nap (It is a night flight). However, I manage to prepare on time &amp; I met Mirela in the bus. I was been told a lot of funny stories among our colleagues, Codruta did not add on the time for GMT &amp; she get prepare 3 hours earlier &amp; this makes her so mad after she realize this. For Jocelyn, she was the coolest one as she only does half part of the demo &amp; got off. Ha ha… very yeng huh? I wonder how the passenger will respond. Unfortunately, there is one case, she threw out in her Dhaka flight on the aisle!!! Thought is due to the smell of the passenger but it was not, it is because of the turbulence. Oh gosh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the briefing, everybody was good to me, &amp; I thought they will notice from my image that I am the new crew, but they did not. He he… good also as this will reduce my nervousness. Then, the captain told us that this flight may be cancel. However, it did not delay &amp; yallah, here we go as a team to the airport. When we reach the airport, we look so cool as we are going together as a group with the uniform. Soooo….YENG!!! Once we board the A/C, our duty start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the A/C take off, I receive an order to do the demo in the J/C cabin, I am so happy as this is my ‘show time’, my first ‘show time’, in the J/C!!!  He he… But, not that excited as what you imagine because in J/C, the passenger will not look at you for a single sight. By the way, I notice that the first row passenger of the E/Y always look at me even though I was standing in the first row of the J/C. Good eye sight huh?  Basically, everything goes well &amp; smooth. No much jokes on my flight like Jocelyn they all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a BAH-MCT block; the duration was only 1hour 15 minutes. Get back to BAH in the early morning about 8.30am… now I learn that this is how a flight attendant’s life looks like. Next block will be BAH-CAI-CAI-BAH, looking forward for it. Yippee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5428132230894188644?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5428132230894188644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5428132230894188644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5428132230894188644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5428132230894188644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-flight-to-muscat.html' title='My first flight to Muscat'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbjouy2dmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rXctP9FVWTQ/s72-c/1st+fam+flight+at+BAH+airport.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-342126307933852668</id><published>2008-08-16T11:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:25:01.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12---&gt;&gt;My Wing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbh-ObJSaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/snaLVer7Jkc/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbh-ObJSaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/snaLVer7Jkc/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120076004870562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing Day ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbh-fYijCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lm-7WyqISeU/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbh-fYijCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lm-7WyqISeU/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120080557345826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so happy at the beginning of the day; so disappointed in the end of the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning…&lt;br /&gt;Yuhoo~~~ Today is our Wing Day! Time really flies; today we are here to prepare our script for our Wing Day! All of us are so happy that we can graduate together &amp; fly together! After receiving our cert, I can feel that I am qualified as a flight attendant. He he… Am I too perasan? After the ceremony, we have a small party, where we have some refreshments &amp; a nice cake! All of us like the cake so much because we never found such a good one so far. (mai hiam beh pai)  Halfway eating, I looked at everybody, I started to cherish this moment, I wonder when can all of us be together again that often like when we was in the training school. I hope we will always keep in touch &amp; plan nice vacation together if we have a common day off or whatsoever… just to keep everyone in touch. Then, Anita started to give a hug to everyone of us, I thanks to her as she is a very nice instructor! My tears started to cook in my eye, nearly drop out already, because of CY laptop, she played the sad song some more, you know, the atmosphere around just makes everybody cant bear to be separate. Then, we started to clean up… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen in the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Something actually happens to my permanent accommodation, the condition really disappointing me as a lot of maintenance need to cover up, actually this does not really influence my mood in my day. But I just never thought in this world there is some people really good in acting, she was so perfect until she could win all the sympathize &amp; makes her looks innocent. I don’t really know what kind of intention is in her mind, but I just got betray by her, who she was once a good friend to me thanks for her reporting…  I was so so disappointed! If she doesn’t want to move, she can always come &amp; discuss with me but not do it in this way. She tried to explain to me, yes, she did, but it was so hard for me to accept her explanation as she is the only one who share the room with me, so who else can be as clear as my roommate? Beware of scorpio… I did not have a chance to explain, a lot of misunderstandings occur, between the department, she &amp; me, etc. I just want to leave this out of my mind! I could never forget the feelings when I cry in my bathroom, I wanted to go back, and I just wanted to go back! I don’t want to involve in any of this matter anymore. Why everybody want to do like this? This was like killing the others to gain benefit for themselves. Is this what a human nature supposes to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-342126307933852668?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/342126307933852668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=342126307933852668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/342126307933852668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/342126307933852668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-12-my-wing-day.html' title='August 12---&gt;&gt;My Wing Day'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SKbh-ObJSaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/snaLVer7Jkc/s72-c/IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-1332228927743452363</id><published>2008-08-02T09:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:53:36.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gudaibiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTGcKes9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BhRsobLlM44/s1600-h/P1000908+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTGcKes9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BhRsobLlM44/s320/P1000908+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318649853522898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the building behind me, very 'yeng' wan!!! Its the conventional centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me &amp; Soo went to Gudaibiya, the place is like Bukit Bintang walk, they have a lots of shops along the street, we walk &amp; explore, found out a lots of shops closed, the people there told us that some shops will be closed on Friday. We were a bit disappointed, maybe 1%, because our intention is to go to the Japanese shop, where everything there sold only 600phills, which is consider cheap. I sapu a lots of things included bra, ha ha… for working purpose la… company needs skin colour bra, thanks for the rules &amp; regulations. Maybe we shop in a Japanese shop, makes me thinking of Japanese food, oh gosh!!! I miss Sake Sushi &amp; the one in Starhill which is famous for swan liver, slurp slurp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTGrxNKgI/AAAAAAAAAII/flJvgNRdSRo/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTGrxNKgI/AAAAAAAAAII/flJvgNRdSRo/s320/DSC01871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318654042483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of dunno what tower, kena horn by cars when I was standing there, dunno whats wrong with them. Snapping also cannot izit!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I walk into a hair salon to try their service, because I want to do treaming, cant let my hair to suffer anymore, because the end part of my hair become very dry, thanks to Bahrain weather. The hairstylist was a Pilipino &amp; the shampoo girl was from Ethiopia. First time experience under this people hair cut, a bit worry especially I look at the hairstylist, the moment when she cut my hair she cut it straight, as I already told her that I don’t want my hair to be look straight, luckily, I analyzed that although she is cutting it straight but she was holding my hair on 45 degree which means when she puts down, my hair will looks natural but not straight straight like a nude. He he… phew~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTG_XL18I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FeycD8zt1nY/s1600-h/P1000929+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTG_XL18I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FeycD8zt1nY/s320/P1000929+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318659302053826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Hard Rock with Soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was nearly 7pm, we were hungry &amp; wanted to go for Chinese restaurant, this was part of our intention too. But we walk &amp; walk, only fast food restaurant is discover, however, Soo was very sure that she saw one at this area. But in the end, we were too hungry, so we walked into Hard Rock to get our self a better meal. Both of us, sitting in the Hard Rock, like so romantic pula. Ha ha… However, the service there was not that good compare to KL one. The people working in Bahrain are mostly Pilipino, just like people who working in KL are mostly from Bangladesh or Nepal. Put this small issue aside, we enjoy the food there happily &amp; we chit chat while eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day, as we finally get what we want from a reasonable price &amp; have a good food for reasonable price too! Just that while we were on our way back, we discover that the Chinese restaurant was just further steps in front form the Hard Rock. Never mind lo Soo, we can still come on next time. He he…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1332228927743452363?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1332228927743452363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1332228927743452363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1332228927743452363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1332228927743452363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/gudaibiya.html' title='Gudaibiya'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SJXTGcKes9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BhRsobLlM44/s72-c/P1000908+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-1502858315857146660</id><published>2008-07-30T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:28:03.014-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today might be my last day to online</title><content type='html'>Today my laptop virus start to be active, it was so excited for me to compete with the virus as when I was downloading the anti virus software, the virus started to work on my laptop, slowing down the ram, hang my laptop… Just when I completely download, my laptop doesn’t have any response, certified! Oh gosh!!! Does this mean my data will just go like this? I try to restart it, luckily, it comes back to normal, at least can run normally because I need to run the Avast. Phew… After scanning, I thought it can be repair; unfortunately, the virus is too strong, need to send for repair. Suddenly, this reminds me of Edison Chan’s incident, I try to back up some of my important data, too bad I only have 2GB pen drive. I cover those ‘really important’ data for this is the best I can do. In shah Allah, when I send my laptop for repair, the guy won’t trace my deleted files as I don’t want to become Edison’s sister… Sob sob…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times flies… I left one more week to my Wind Day. Few days pass, all of us was happy because we get our uniform, our coat, our skirt, trousers &amp; the headlet, which is my most favorite one. I try to wear it &amp; fix up the headlet, when I stand in front of the mirror, I look totally different! This was not only due to the uniform effect, but my make up as well. We have been told that our grooming is very important for all the time once we put on our uniform. so… since we was in the cabin service department, we all dress smart, heavy make up &amp; tide up our hair neatly, not a single baby hair is allowed to fall. I feel pity to my face for everyday heavy make up in the early morning &amp; my hair. I can feel that this is so cruel for them cannot breathe, yet we still have to apply make up on it. Even for our finger nail, we all are requiring to put on nail polish &amp; tides as well… Duh… there is so so many things that we need to cover up in the morning. Imagine if I am on duty, I guess I will take an hour for all this. It’s really a lot of stuff to be put on &amp; this is considering a course for me. I hope I can get use to my tide because I will need to bring cabin bag &amp; briefcase, sometimes with suitcase, go up &amp; down into the transport, then boarding the aircraft, serving passenger, walking through the aisle, bend down as a presentation position, then disembark the aircraft… etc. it’s a whole lot of procedure!! It’s not easy!!! I hope there is a pair of tide that doesn’t easily koyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1502858315857146660?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1502858315857146660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1502858315857146660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1502858315857146660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1502858315857146660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-might-be-my-last-day-to-online.html' title='Today might be my last day to online'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-6351253223224382190</id><published>2008-07-26T05:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:18:57.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><title type='text'>Never ever lick your ice cream cone in the public</title><content type='html'>Sigh… today we went to Seef mall shopping again to buy some working stuff. Everything was going well until the last part, while we were waiting our driver come to pick us; we wait in the food court &amp; fill up our stomach. For me, I feel like I want to have Mc D French fries with the Sunday cone, there I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I bought it, I was on my way heading back to my seat, but the ice cream was melting, very naturally, I lick it with my tongue, one the same time, there are some guys walking towards me as it was dinner time, everyone is walking here &amp; there buying for their food. But I never thought that because of my action, causes them to think narrowly. I really feel like saying ‘Is there any wrong with you?’ In fact, I was just licking the ice cream cone in a very manner way, not like the… nasty way? Huh? Or I should say ‘horny way’, ‘teasing way’, and ‘flirty way’ whatever way… you know? Should I say I was amaze for their imagination? Indeed, personally, I feel that they are very desperate, they see you like they never seen girls before, they judge you from the toe to top, we was like a movie star shopping all the way in the Seef Mall. They will keep their eye looking on your eye just to hope you will look at them &amp; that’s the perfect moment for them to have an eye contact with you; they will walk around your table, pretending they was looking for some food, but indeed their eye is never stay away from you, like indirectly sending you a message 'hello babe, would you like to be friend with me?' I am not to claim that I was charming, but it really does happen to me. I feel like saying ‘Oh gosh!!!’ for so so many times! I didn’t wear that sexy anyway, not seditious at all, what’s on me was just a piece of dress, one piece dress with sleeves some more. I just couldn’t understand!? And it end up I don’t dare to lick my ice cream anymore, I rather watching it melts while I was on my steps back to the table. Stupid challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for yesterday, was even worse, it creates a nightmare for me. I was in a supermarket with a friend, while I was packing my stuff inside the trolley, someone just touched my backside deliberately, and I swear to God, he did it purposely! On that spot, I want to throw all the dirty words to him, when the words reached my lips, it stops, something just telling me that there is no point for me scolding them as they won’t understand any single of my words. Ok. Fine. But English just don’t seem to be produce that automatically you know? So, what happen? I end up stunning there, fire was burning deep down somewhere in my body, breathing was stopped for few seconds &amp; then my friends realize my respond. I was been told that I should have shout out loudly so that it draw people's attention &amp; embarrass him, as I just can't run into him &amp; slap him or scold him for he could deny anyway. If worse, we might end up fighting as he was walking with his friends, both were Arabian. It was so terrible! I didn’t dress that sexy as well, in fact, I was wearing a trouser. I want to scream to the sky!!! This is very dreadful, horrible hell! Due to this, my friend advice me, that it is better to experience now than in the future. As when I work, this might happen from the passenger in the aircraft, &amp; I should now have prepared for it. When I think of that, I really want to scold them gao gao! What would they feel if their wife or their daughter experiences the same like me? Bloody hell~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-6351253223224382190?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6351253223224382190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=6351253223224382190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6351253223224382190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6351253223224382190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-ever-lick-your-ice-cream-cone-in.html' title='Never ever lick your ice cream cone in the public'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-8788112475986070018</id><published>2008-07-24T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:29:45.600-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nitezzzzyyyy'/><title type='text'>Z club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjnAYccGyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4cuXtvWw7Zc/s1600-h/P7172704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjnAYccGyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4cuXtvWw7Zc/s320/P7172704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226681361311210274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirela &amp; me (we pretending drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!!! Second time of clubbing!!!&lt;br /&gt;This time we went to Z club which is one of the famous clubs in Bahrain. It was a Wednesday night &amp; this day is so special for us, only for us, why? Because they have special rate for GF staff, so that we can enjoy the benefits. As a result, I, Jo, Mirela, Codruta, Sei Yong &amp; Gab was there to try some new experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjnBJl8fKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4APVYK4EB1Y/s1600-h/P7172705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjnBJl8fKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4APVYK4EB1Y/s320/P7172705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226681374504418466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we reached for quite early &amp; there was still not crowded, we order ourselves a cocktail &amp; we enjoy the atmosphere. The club was playing house songs, so bored actually… When we finish our first drink, Sei Yong begin to feel high, so lame, we all just wanted to get warm up, but she still claim that she wasn’t the first time hang out for clubbing. We all doubt about it. Suddenly, a waitress serves us 6 glasses of Rainbow! She told us this is some gift from their manager especially for us, welcoming us to Z club for the first time. We thanks to him by finish it one shot! Cool man! Rainbow really does burns our throat &amp; make us warm up spontaneously! DJ started to change the songs &amp; we begin to dance. And I realize one thing, the people here, they come for clubbing definitely for some purpose, tahu tahu la… I must use the word ‘definitely’, not like in our country, once they are here, they will try their effort to come to you, to get to know you, once you get connected with them through your eyesight. Then, they will walk to you, introducing them, started to dance, being close to you… etc. (you imagine yourself. He he…) There is a situation where a girl, came to us for several times to promoting her boyfriend’s friends for us, telling us that how lonely he is &amp; he needs a partner. Yew!!! We feel disgusting after judging him. Because of this, we all get rid of sitting near to that area just to avoid she came &amp; approach us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlAzublKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2JrgnQ7CTSk/s1600-h/P7172686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlAzublKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2JrgnQ7CTSk/s320/P7172686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226679169611175074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SY,me &amp; Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, people walking in &amp; the place become so crowded when it was almost 12 mid-nights! Let’s party!!! Jo suggested dancing inside the dancing pool, I was a bit shy but looking at them, all being so excited about it, I can’t be sitting alone there? Oh gosh I am surely don’t want to be alone there like last time, kena disturb by strangers! So it turns up my shadow in the dancing pool. What to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlBTk5PwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/La8iC9CinIQ/s1600-h/P7172694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlBTk5PwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/La8iC9CinIQ/s320/P7172694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226679178161110786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here’s the interesting part. Suddenly, the DJ plays one song, where everyone was dancing on the same step at the same rhythm! We were so shock! We thought what happen? Like they knowing each other or they came from the same dancing school? To cover up our curious, we quickly dance into their step, shake on the same beat, turning left &amp; right together in the pool. It’s not that hard to follow the steps actually. After this, we have been told that this was an extremely hot song in America, you will surely find them if you step into the most happening &amp; famous clubs in America &amp; maybe some for the Europe, the people always started to scream &amp; dance whenever they heard this song! After all, Sei Yong enjoys her night like she’s a bird just being release from the cage, indeed, she looks desperate because she was flirting with some guys there, dancing on the pool, where I, Jo, Mirela &amp; Gab enjoy the music &amp; we sway ourselves as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlBlQMBzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nd-3xpGNbQ4/s1600-h/P7172693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjlBlQMBzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nd-3xpGNbQ4/s320/P7172693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226679182906099506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SY,me,Gab,Jo &amp; Codruta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway dancing, I was so tired &amp; feel exhausted, I want to get myself a drink, so, here I am, back to our table, oh gosh!!! Codruta was whispering with a guy, sitting at the corner there, ah ha!!! Naughty girl… I don’t want to disturb them, thought I can chat with Codruta, but it’s still ok, as I need to rest (not because of old ok), then, a guy, came &amp; approach me, introducing his name &amp; we started to talk &amp; laugh don’t know since when, maybe we had some common joke &amp; the main thing is we understand each other English. (Please don’t expect all of them understand English, never.) he keep on inviting me to dance with him but my battery gone flat, rejected him many times but he still acting some funny jokes to encourage me to make a step I guess. Did you see? I told you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, time flies… happy moment end! We all are enough &amp; want to get back to home, except one girl, who? Of course is Sei Yong, still keep dancing &amp; moving her body all the way while we walk out from the club. Really desperate girl… The next day, she asked us ‘hey, when we planning to go clubbing again?’ we all fainted…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8788112475986070018?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8788112475986070018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=8788112475986070018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/8788112475986070018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/8788112475986070018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/z-club.html' title='Z club'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIjnAYccGyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4cuXtvWw7Zc/s72-c/P7172704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4840814054936891958</id><published>2008-07-18T06:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:19:46.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhGW7_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KJVhF6DEvc/s1600-h/DSC01830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhGW7_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KJVhF6DEvc/s320/DSC01830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224282329614114194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, I know I had gain weight. I had expected it since I found out that they like beef &amp; lamb so much! What to do? I have no choice… From the beginning, I just stick to their daily dishes for my breakfast, lunch &amp; dinner. Although it was not really suit for Asian’s appetite, I rather choose to eat than starve. After some weeks, I slowly discover out that actually there is another talent hidden inside of me i.e. cooking. What to do? If you don’t know how to cook you also must learn how to cook. Is a must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhGhyX0II/AAAAAAAAAGY/U-WaHguxLJc/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhGhyX0II/AAAAAAAAAGY/U-WaHguxLJc/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224282332526530690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Generally speaking, I gain weight mainly from their meal &amp; dishes, i.e. beef nasi briyani, Tandoori chicken rice, cheesy beef pasta, fish fillet baked with cheese, etc. they just like cheese so much! Sometimes I feel that their food style is half Arabic &amp; half Italy. Cheese cheese &amp; cheese! Sometimes I feel so ‘jilat’ &amp; don’t feel like want to try at all. Just stay away from me &amp; I would prefer my vegetables i.e. taste more like Chinese as long as it is not cook with spicy interest, then I would treat it as Chinese dishes already. He he… sounds so cham… what to do? That’s why… In order to let my stomach enjoy some Chinese dishes, the best way is---cook by myself. As you know, cook by own self can save a lot right? So… we cook a lot… cook a lot then eat a lot… eat a lot then gain weight a lot… happy everybody? This theory sounds logic isn’t it? Actually, I did it on purpose. The reason is because I feel like I am too small &amp; tiny among from them whenever I looked their crew, exclude those fat one. If I am getting slimmer, I will become their kid size already. Guess what? I bought their children dress for age 10-12. Nobody wants to looks like a small kid when you wear the uniform right? So I hope I can grow fit (although I know the chances for second time growing is very slim…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhHFWPNNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nzde3C_R-c8/s1600-h/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhHFWPNNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nzde3C_R-c8/s320/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224282342072202450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh… I understand you guys purpose &amp; intention, I will loose weight as soon as possible before my Wing Day ok? Indeed I also don’t want myself to look ugly in my ambition’s job uniform. Of course I want to look great, well-groomed, smart, elegant, stylish, classy, everything but not sexy. On the fact, I am loosing weight already. Forming back to how I look like for the last day when I am still in M’sia. Happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is: thanks for you guys comment on me that I had gain weight, I looks fat, I looks plum, why I looks so different in the pictures, bal bla bla… I truly appreciate it, it reminds me to control my appetite. So, when I slim back, don’t forget to comment also ya! He he… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhHSCRFxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xtNsKv7PXT4/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhHSCRFxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xtNsKv7PXT4/s320/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224282345478100754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Zebad, she looks active right? But now, she is not able to walk herself properly because she felt down from the stairs few days ago &amp; injured her ankle. She was send to the hospital &amp; they did nothing to her but putting a plaster ceiling on her leg. It won’t help. For those Chinese, we all know that Chinese treatment is always better. When we told her about this, we all feel so surprise because she told us that there is a Chinese doctor in Adliya, this was really out of our expectation. Is a good thing for her anyway, she went through the pain massage &amp; now she felt much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4840814054936891958?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4840814054936891958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4840814054936891958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4840814054936891958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4840814054936891958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SIBhGW7_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KJVhF6DEvc/s72-c/DSC01830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4047078423641468014</id><published>2008-07-18T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:54:59.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>男女关系的50个客观规律,你有多少体会呢？</title><content type='html'>1、男人第一次和女人**很难，以后越来越容易；女人第一次和男人**很容易，以后越来越难； 　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2、男人赚钱后想和老婆离婚，男人赚不到钱老婆想和他离婚；　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3、“你还爱我吗”这句话女人会在第一次和男人接吻、第一次被男人抚摸、第一次和男人**、男人赚到第一笔钱的时候各问若干次。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4、“你还爱我吗”这句话男人一般会在第一次接吻未遂、第一抚摸对方未遂、第一次和对方**未遂、事业进入低谷时各问若干次。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5、结婚前男人借钱也要让女人吃好，结婚后女人借钱也要让男人吃好。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6、男人有外遇体现在工作越来越忙，女人有外遇体现在做的菜越来越咸；　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7、女人对你说“讨厌”的时候表明她喜欢你，男人对你说“讨厌”的时候他是真的讨厌你　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8、传统的男人结婚前很清纯，结婚后开始乱搞；现代的男人结婚前乱搞，结婚后变得老实　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9、传统的女人生孩子前很老实，生完孩子开始想入非非，现代的女人生孩子前想入非非，生完孩子后变得老实。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10、家里没钱的时候男人喜欢记帐，家里有钱的时候女人喜欢记帐；　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11、男人和老婆的关系再差，他和岳母的关系也是好的；女人和老公的关系再好，她和婆婆的关系也是差的。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12、男人没赚到钱时女人着急，男人赚到钱时女人后悔　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13、男人把女朋友托付给自己的哥们照顾，最后女朋友成了哥们的老婆，哥们照当；女人把男朋友托付给姐们照顾，结果姐们成了男朋友的老婆，姐们也当不成了。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14、男人**的时候想的一定不是自己的老婆，女人则是想自己的老公。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15、失败的男人喜欢和别人比老婆，成功的女人喜欢和别人比老公。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16、男人违章停车被罚款会和 JC 吵一架，女人在一边劝；女人违章停车被罚款会和身边的男人吵一架，J C在一边劝。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17、男人最大的烦恼是债主，女人最大的烦恼是情人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18、男人最喜欢买而又最无用的东西是笔记本电脑，女人最喜欢买而又最无用的东西是鞋子。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19、男人善于发现老婆的缺点，女人善于发现老公的优点。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20、男人有外遇是因为冲动，女人有外遇是因为无聊。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21、男人有情人会有一种成就感，女人有情人会有一种负罪感。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22、男人主动吻女人是突发事件，女人主动吻男人是预谋事件。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23、四十岁前女人有换老公的冲动，四十岁后男人有换老婆的行动；　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24、男人喜欢买书把书架堆满，然后女人来看这些书。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25、男人和女人在车里吵架生气，如果是女人开车她会猛踩刹车，如果是男人开车他会猛踩油门。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26、男人有钱首先换手机，然后换汽车，然后换房子，最后才换衣服；女人有钱则刚好相反&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27、男人学英语是为了证明自己很行，女人学英语则证明自己已经不行。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28、最穷的男人买菜也不讲价，最有钱的女人买菜也要讨价还价。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29、成功男人的背后都有一个女人的支持，成功女人的背后都有一堆男人的支持。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30、女人最恨的男人是陈世美；男人最喜欢的女人是潘金莲。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31、男人看女人，恋爱时最漂亮，结婚后最普通，离婚时最难看，离婚后又变漂亮；女人看男人，恋爱时最诚恳，结婚后最无聊，离婚前最虚伪，离婚后又变诚恳。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32、对于男人来说，最漂亮的女人是不能得到的女人；对女人来说，最潇洒的男人是已经拥有的男人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33、再聪明的女人在自己的相貌上也是糊涂的，再愚蠢的男人在女人的相貌上也是清醒的。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34、女人总是平时怕男人色，**又嫌男人不色；男人总是平时嫌女人骚，**又怕女人不骚。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35、男人最尴尬的事情是老婆喝多了缠着自己的朋友；女人最尴尬的事情是老公的朋友喝醉了缠着自己。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36、女人对男人说“我知道自己其实不漂亮”时，男人绝对不要表示同意；男人对女人说“我其实很失败”时，女人绝对要表示反对。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37、离婚时不要财产的男人，一定不是好男人；离婚时不要财产的女人，一定是好女人。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38、男人送女人胸衣，表示想建立情人关系；女人送男人NK，表示已经有了情人关系。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39、女人因为愚蠢而善良，男人因为善良而愚蠢。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40、女人单位发了一千块钱，她会告诉男人发了一千块钱，告诉自己的朋友发了五百；男人单位发了一千块钱，他会告诉女人发了五百，告诉自己的朋友发了一千五。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41、在家里最不怕老婆的男人也不敢顶撞岳母；在家里最怕老公的女人也敢顶撞婆婆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42、女人攒私房钱是为了将来花在老公身上，男人攒私房钱是为了将来花在其他女人身上。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43、男人面对一群女人的时候，不要讨论相貌问题；女人面对一群男人的时候，不要讨论财富问题。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44、女人最喜欢听男人说另一个女人很难看；男人最喜欢听女人说另一个男人很失败。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45、女人安慰女人时往往说自己很惨；男人安慰男人时往往说另一个男人很惨。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46、男人最傻的时候是第一次穿西装上班的时候，女人最傻的时候是第一次穿吊带裙上街的时候。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47、**喜欢称赞其他女人的衣服漂亮，有钱的男人喜欢吹捧别的男人收入高，最后的结果是把话题引到自己身上。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48、海归男人对中国人说中国话时也要加进几句英语；海归女人对老外说英语时也有几句中国话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49、男人读到博士是因为智商低，女人读到博士是因为情商低。　　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50、男人撒谎是种习惯，女人撒谎是种需要。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4047078423641468014?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4047078423641468014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4047078423641468014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4047078423641468014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4047078423641468014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/50.html' title='男女关系的50个客观规律,你有多少体会呢？'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-3745349610235995743</id><published>2008-07-14T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:36:11.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Funny Drill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHu7d7PfF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-JFQJ0uEucU/s1600-h/P1000708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHu7d7PfF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-JFQJ0uEucU/s320/P1000708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974315659466578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Codruta, Mirela &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHu7eAAa0BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SzbTqSTLCF4/s1600-h/P1000686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHu7eAAa0BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SzbTqSTLCF4/s320/P1000686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974316938448914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: CY, Cinny, JO, me &amp; Soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was really funny, today we was practicing some scenarios inside the aircraft. We were divided into groups &amp; Mr. Ali was giving command &amp; scenario for us. Indeed, it was really funny because when we really act on it, sometimes your mind could be just totally blank &amp; don’t know what you should do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ali was giving a scenario where there was a fire in the aircraft. Once we shout ‘Fire! Fire!’ we should obtain the nearest BCF extinguisher &amp; test it then immediately we need to fight the fire. This was what we have learned in the class. So, Mirela &amp; Jo was so nervous when they heard we shout ‘Fire! Fire!’ but they manage to grab the nearest BCF. But Mirela was so funny as once she grab the BCF, she run into Mr. Ali all the way from the back to the front, while she was holding the BCF &amp; run, she ask where is the fire? This action really makes Mr. Ali shock! On the spot, he grab back the BCF &amp; we all can feel that there is something wrong, so so wrong! Mirela quickly run back but it’s too bad as Mr. Ali was chasing her all the way from the front to the back. When she got no where to escape, he knock her head with the BCF (hit by joking degree) &amp; ask her why is she doing so, is this the correct drill that she should carry out? Some of them giggling there &amp; some of us really cannot tahan the joke (including me) we laugh out loud in the aircraft! Of course, don’t forget Jo, she was lucky because when she saw Mirela was chased by Ali, she quickly run back with the BCF &amp; hides it. Stand still there like nothing happen. Ha ha… Lucky Jo! But not so lucky for Mirela… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she was doing right, but, when it comes to real situation, we should evacuate the passenger but not obtaining the BCF &amp; fight the fire. We wouldn’t know if we didn’t practice today’s drill we never been told before. Although his instruction is a bit cacat, but still, we have lots of jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Codruta’s turn… she was struggling for about 30seconds when she puts her lifejacket on… She was panicking… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was CY’s turn… Mr. Ali purposely locks her door &amp; tests her reaction for an alternative way for evacuation. Although she wasn’t present in the standard way, she manages to give a command i.e. she should direct the passenger to another alternative exit with the correct hand action. Still, another funny one for us because she simply pointing &amp; shouting ‘There! There’, ‘R2 door! R2 door!’ Actually she shouldn’t direct this way because passenger wouldn’t know where is the R2 door? Passenger could be fainted while searching for the R2 door… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Mirela was shouting ‘Jump &amp; run! Jump &amp; run!’ where actually the right one should be ‘Jump &amp; slide! Jump &amp; slide!’ we all laugh until our stomach upside down whenever we imagine a passenger jumping out the slide but he needs to  run in the air… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny drill=funny day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-3745349610235995743?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3745349610235995743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=3745349610235995743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3745349610235995743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3745349610235995743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-drill.html' title='Funny Drill'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHu7d7PfF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-JFQJ0uEucU/s72-c/P1000708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-1725130490946821247</id><published>2008-07-14T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:28:03.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>咖啡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHtZghPFZAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I03f41Q_Spg/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHtZghPFZAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I03f41Q_Spg/s320/DSC01825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222866608078545922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，我爱上咖啡，它那种独特的味道，香浓的咖啡味，甜而不腻，又带点苦味，正好衬托出咖啡的独特香味！再还没喝下去的那一刻，把它的味道靠着鼻前，热而浓厚的味道飘过，闭上眼睛，闻一闻，简直是飘上了天上人间，当我开始喝第一口时，我好像装上了翅膀，飘飘然的，随着那香香的咖啡味飘走，爽！我对咖啡上瘾了！我从来就没有想过，喝完了第一杯，我还会忍不住它的诱惑，想喝第二杯！从来就没有被咖啡这样挑战过，为什么这个牌子的咖啡可以这么的诱惑我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咖啡，不只是可以让我享受，它也让我领悟了很多东西，我怎么可以这么容易对咖啡无法自拔呢？不过，还好…它只不过是一杯咖啡…只是没想到咖啡怎么会有如此巨大的魅力？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，终于明白那些每一天早上想喝的就是咖啡的心情了…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1725130490946821247?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1725130490946821247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1725130490946821247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1725130490946821247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1725130490946821247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_14.html' title='咖啡'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHtZghPFZAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I03f41Q_Spg/s72-c/DSC01825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4404862740884242632</id><published>2008-07-14T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:32:38.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salary RM3000 survive in M'sia</title><content type='html'>Let's do some simple calculations here.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In Malaysia , the average family income is RM3,000 /month&lt;br /&gt;&gt;   (where father works, mother doesn't).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I understand there are many families whose monthly income&lt;br /&gt;&gt; does not reach RM3,000, but, to make things simple,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; let's take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Ngam-ngam ....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Calculation starts...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Electricity and water bill:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM100&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater ... ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Phone bill ( Telekom):&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM100&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Meals for a happy family:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM775&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons...?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Papa makan / teh-tarik during working hrs:    RM155&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (RM5/day, RM5 ... can eat what?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Car repayment:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     RM400&lt;br /&gt;&gt;   (A proton saga aeroback, 7 yrs repayment)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam):&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM300&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (go to work, bring son to school, only can afford one car&lt;br /&gt;&gt; running)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Insurance:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     RM650&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (kids, wife and myself)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; House repayment:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM750&lt;br /&gt;&gt;   (low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs, retired still&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have to work to pay!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tuition:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     RM80&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (got that cheap meh? i don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Older children pocket money @ school:         RM20&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (RM1/day, eat bread?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; School fees:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;   RM30&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (enough ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     School books and etc:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;   RM100&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (always got extra to pay in school)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Younger children milk powder:                      RM50&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miscellaneous:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  RM100&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; No Astro,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; no movie @ cinema,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; no DVD,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; no CD,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; no online,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; cannot KFC,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; cannot McDonald,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol&lt;br /&gt;&gt; expensive),&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; no chit chat on phone with grandparents, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; etc...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Let's use a calculator to total up... WALAO EH!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shit! RM3,610 already...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; EPF belum potong, income tax lagi........oledi RM3,610 ...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How to survive lah tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian ???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HOW TO CHANGE? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; send children to school and Study?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; millions of  rakyat Malaysia which still don't earn&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RM3,000/month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What is this? Inilah Malaysia Boleh... Sorry... it should&lt;br /&gt;&gt; be Malaysians Boleh , because we're still alive and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kicking!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Our politicians must be mad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Please forward and comment boleh or tak boleh. No wonder so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; many Ah Loongs around..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Protect Our Earth for Next Generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The conclusion is: Come work in Bahrain! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4404862740884242632?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4404862740884242632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4404862740884242632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4404862740884242632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4404862740884242632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/salary-rm3000-survive-in-msia.html' title='Salary RM3000 survive in M&apos;sia'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-4802997850395905429</id><published>2008-07-12T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:32:45.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nitezzzzyyyy'/><title type='text'>Bahrain night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCJCV6r_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZlgtTeIB7A/s1600-h/P1000724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCJCV6r_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZlgtTeIB7A/s320/P1000724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222137228439498738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCJlCFdnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uYZddoJoDyo/s1600-h/P1000722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCJlCFdnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uYZddoJoDyo/s320/P1000722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222137237751559794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCKK2prsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RiBRXevkdHE/s1600-h/P1000725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCKK2prsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RiBRXevkdHE/s320/P1000725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222137247904149186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's party!!! Yuhoo~~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cocoon club&lt;br /&gt;Our first night outing! After we had plan for quite some time, because we want to get rid of someone joining, we had decided to put our hair down &amp; throw ourselves through out the night, experience what is so called ‘night life in Bahrain’! The club was not so spacious, but still, a standard one. DJ was playing the Techno &amp; House music, a lot’s of Arabian guy there as today was their ‘hunting day’. Because they will drive all the way from Saudi Arabia to Bahrain, just to come over here to enjoy themselves, they want to drink, they want some happening tonight, they want to get themselves busy on the bed in the late night, bla bla bla…for all this, they are willing to stuck in the traffic jam when they crossing the bridge, because everybody is coming out tonight! Ladies entrance is free for the whole week, hm…. Means the whole month is free, hm… no no… Means they don’t have cover charge for ladies. Ya, I am right this time! He he…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHi-ZzIYwOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vDfHoMR54OY/s1600-h/P1000750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHi-ZzIYwOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vDfHoMR54OY/s320/P1000750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222133118367482082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHi-aOXlHCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6MITYZZTMsM/s1600-h/P1000747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHi-aOXlHCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6MITYZZTMsM/s320/P1000747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222133125678963746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers girls!!! &lt;br /&gt; I was left alone when we just walk in because my ‘ji mui’ all wanted to go to the washroom, mesti go solek solek la… pity me because I have to wait outside for their drinks. It’s ok anyway… while waiting, I look around see got any leng chai or not la… I can’t be just standing there like a vase right? No doubt, most of them are more handsome, they have their sharp feature, their style, their smile… also, they are more hamsap, more straight forward, more enthusiastic, over enthusiastic. Like I was there alone for just about half an hour, lots of guys coming approach to me, don’t ask me how many, I swear to God I really cant remember as they coming like queuing for interview—Next! Next! Next! They will never give up, hardly give up &amp; also difficult to dump them! When they come, their intention is obvious on their expression, they willing to spend for you but you’ll sure know what they want. It’s really obvious! Gosh! &amp; I was like have been ignoring them for so many thousands times, do you think they will step back? I will say ‘yes’ for situation in KL. Here? They will try their very best, even though you give them a hard time, because they will think out any idea just to get to know you, turn their brain upside down, squeeze their mind just wanted to hear you answer them when they ask you ‘hi babe, how are you tonight?’ Finally, my ji mui successfully climb back up from the toilet bowl ( because I think they all fall into there as they took so long inside there, but after that I found they were snapping inside!!! Oh gosh!!! Fainted…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiqmq6G3pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xvJzvniNjnk/s1600-h/P1000738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiqmq6G3pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xvJzvniNjnk/s320/P1000738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222111349265850002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Gab &amp; Jo&lt;br /&gt;Three of us---Clubbing kaki, we was danicng through the night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiqnlbHRtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lggVc6pGKYQ/s1600-h/P1000742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiqnlbHRtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lggVc6pGKYQ/s320/P1000742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222111364973545170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY, me &amp; Soo &lt;br /&gt;If I'm with them, they will dance. If I am not there, I bet they will gonna sit there for the whole night. Common' young girls, we should have fun! Do I sounds like dai ka jie? Hm... actually not, we work hard; play hard! &lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the most fun moment that I had ever experience with Cinny! She was totally out of my expectation, oops! I was wrong. Suppose to be she was totally out of everyone’s expectation! Cinny was a very polite girl in our class, sometimes she looks like a bit shy when she talks. But when we step into the club, she was the outstanding one among from CY, Soo, Jo, even Mirela &amp; Codruta! I was so shock because she dances with me the whole night like crazy &amp; I can really feel that she is really truly deeply enjoying the moment! We dance like Indian, Arabian, Egyptian, rojak dance… halfway dancing, there was another group of girls joining us &amp; she likes to shake her butt &amp; push us when she dance with her butt, funny style… nearly cause me &amp; Cinny fall down. What la… we understand that she got a sexy butt. However, we enjoy it very much. But not for Soo &amp; CY maybe they still new for clubbing. I am the only one who dances for the whole night &amp; Cinny too. The rest… dance halfway, charge battery, dance halfway, charge battery… ha ha… Mirela &amp; Codruta was the one who told us that how many clubs they had already been to &amp; how much fun they have, but we all felt so surprise as they even got less body movement than us. Hm… weird… They were dancing slowly like waltz with this Techno music in this club. Ha ha… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiorK6qyUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OEZLl6LbfrE/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiorK6qyUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OEZLl6LbfrE/s320/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222109227554359618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending...&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go home. Fun moment flies! We all feel happy &amp; glad because we reach home safely &amp; happily… &lt;br /&gt;( Actually I still wanted to chat with them but they all rushing for cleaning &amp; washing, running in &amp; out from the toilet, like the sun is going to rise, run for sleep… Common guys! It was just 3am, let’s have girls bed talk! Wake up! Wake up! But they all already zzz… fine then… I also zzz as well… sob sob~~ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4802997850395905429?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4802997850395905429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4802997850395905429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4802997850395905429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4802997850395905429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/bahrain-night.html' title='Bahrain night'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHjCJCV6r_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZlgtTeIB7A/s72-c/P1000724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4998496428601397250</id><published>2008-07-12T07:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:38:09.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A/C training---visitting real A340</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiVv5G3IOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jfurnYsBaR8/s1600-h/P1000705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiVv5G3IOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jfurnYsBaR8/s320/P1000705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222088417952080098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Captain Hazel &amp; our First officer Soo. &lt;br /&gt;Welcome on baord, we will bring you to a wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;(Oops! Actually the guy sitting there is the real one!Pai seh...)&lt;br /&gt;Many switches isn't it? We have to know all of them by heart, no joke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiTbbAFc4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EAb8j1JWlR8/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiTbbAFc4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EAb8j1JWlR8/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222085867249955714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Gulf Air A340... This is captain Hazel, our aircraft A340 will be take off in a minute, please fasten your seat belt &amp; no electric devices is allowed. Sit back &amp; relax. Enjoy the trip to Malaysia..."&lt;br /&gt;How was my announcement? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiH_gweixI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jfiCcijt-hE/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiH_gweixI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jfiCcijt-hE/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222073293130861330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in the A340-sky bed in the First class. Imagine I am the first class passenger. He he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiH_3KHAUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xw6NZkhdSzc/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiH_3KHAUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xw6NZkhdSzc/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222073299143950658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinny &amp; me was acting in the first class cabin, she was the cabin crew &amp; I am the passenger. But doesn't Cinny looks funny as she should be holding the safety instuctions card but not the magazine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4998496428601397250?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4998496428601397250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4998496428601397250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4998496428601397250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4998496428601397250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/ac-training-visitting-real-a340.html' title='A/C training---visitting real A340'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SHiVv5G3IOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jfurnYsBaR8/s72-c/P1000705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4989483867457433714</id><published>2008-07-04T06:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:24.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Happy shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SG35n-OffcI/AAAAAAAAADw/DzhIGw2j5C0/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SG35n-OffcI/AAAAAAAAADw/DzhIGw2j5C0/s320/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219102008306269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SG34FpVGiII/AAAAAAAAADo/hLiQ0Q5yzWY/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SG34FpVGiII/AAAAAAAAADo/hLiQ0Q5yzWY/s320/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219100319069669506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping with Jo at Seef Mall, the biggest shopping in Bahrain. We really happy because we bought a lot's of nice clothes &amp; cheap! Zara is cheap! MNG is cheap! Those Europe &amp; UK brands are cheap! I cant wait to wear it when I'm back to M'sia meeting with my friends! Happy happy!!! He he.. Hu hu.. Ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping with Soo at Dana Mall (sounds like Dynamo detergen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4989483867457433714?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4989483867457433714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4989483867457433714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4989483867457433714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4989483867457433714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-shopping.html' title='Happy shopping'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SG35n-OffcI/AAAAAAAAADw/DzhIGw2j5C0/s72-c/DSC01781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-3115335255122454808</id><published>2008-07-02T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:24.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Most funniest A/C drill</title><content type='html'>2nd July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Today we had gone through emergency drill. One by one, we have to practice in front of our instructor. It was a fun moment where everybody has to really go into the situation &amp; ‘act’ on it like how does the actress always do. Once the director shout ‘take one!’ then you really has to act accordingly to the story. In fact, once our instructor shout ‘brace! Brace!’ we all have to stay alert &amp; got to fully pay our attention into the emergency situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have done some mistake &amp; all are those funny mistake! Instructor was trying pushing some of us down to the slide because they should have hold themselves by holding the handle but they didn’t. When he do this on the first person, we all was really shock thought that our friend, Gab, will just fall down to the slide. Luckily he holds them back each time he do like this. I would think that is a good thing. In fact, you will remember what mistake you had done &amp; you will never repeat it again when we sitting for the test. Some of them even stuck with the lifejacket because maybe they were too panic &amp; nervous as our instructor shouting ‘come on! Come on!’ &amp; struggle with the lifejacket on top of their head. When it was my turn, I did it quite well, but I think I am the funniest part, as when you need to shout ‘unfasten seat belt! Put your lifejacket on!’ for the same time, you need to put on the lifejacket on yourself &amp; blab la bla… you need to hold on the door handle when you open the aircraft door to stabilize yourselves while checking the slide. I was just too fast, I hold on the interphone, &amp; I feel something wrong as why the handle can be pull out, so I quickly change it to hold on the handle. Everyone laughing non-stop there &amp; keep asking me why I still need the interphone, is it because I still want to call or what? Ha ha… instructor still ask me go &amp; check around whether all of the passenger has left, &amp; I just act like looking around, by no reason, I shout ‘evacuate! Evacuate!’ they started to laugh more hardly this time. Why? Some of them said that, there are already no passenger, who am I asking for evacuate? But some of them said that, how would you ask an unconscious passenger to wake up &amp; evacuate by himself? I can’t just shout at him right? &amp; I think she was definitely right! But it just too funny as everyone is not as professional as our instructor, that he can just really act like real situation. Turning his face expression damn fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sir quite humble, let us finish early &amp; we all went back happily. But I lost my hair clip in my apartment, don’t know why… I am a neat person as I wont simply put my things everywhere, I am sure it was still with me yesterday but it had lost today. The first suspect appear in my mind is the housekeeping; I am very wonder that will throw it into the dustbin? As I don’t think that they may steal it as they don’t it by the way. The only possibility is they might throw it away or maybe accidentally sweep it under the furniture or what… the hair clip mean so much to me! It was one of my favorite &amp; precious accessories as well. Sigh… hair clip hair clip where are you? It can’t just disappear like this in this apartment right? This makes me think about Soo’s lost money… how come she will lose her money? If not the housekeeping, definitely not me, then who else? I really feel weird in this house because things can’t just disappear like this by any reason right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-3115335255122454808?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3115335255122454808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=3115335255122454808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3115335255122454808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/3115335255122454808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-funniest-ac-drill.html' title='Most funniest A/C drill'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-4857858220942338362</id><published>2008-07-01T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:19:46.776-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><title type='text'>Annoyance in Lee's home</title><content type='html'>I really don’t like the way they check my life. You must be asking me what the purpose for posting a blog is. Yes, a blog is for you to view it &amp; you may leave comment if you feel like to. But this doesn’t mean that this is the correct way for you guys to check on me. For e.g. what happen to me? What am I doing recently? Bla bla bla… For me, this is merely all your excuses!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really don’t understand why those people like to question people when they already know the fact. What is so proud for you guys for knowing my things until you have to show off? Here, I want to declare one thing, my blog, is for my friends &amp; only my friends are allow leaving their comments. If you guys want to view my blog, you are always welcome, but please don’t take for granted, don’t ever try to approach my parents for confirmation regarding my news. If you trust it, then trust it. If you don’t trust it, then leave it. DON’T GO &amp; ASK MY DAD WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW THE FACT! DON’T POINT YOUR FINGER ON HIM SAYING THAT HE IS LYING! I am very curious what makes you think that you can talk like this to him? Did you ever think of my feelings? Have you ever thought that I am the initial one who doesn’t wish to let you guys to know my things? If you guys sincerely don’t know, I don’t mind to declare it again in my blog now. You guys are always welcome to view my blog, you can view it, but don’t overlap, don’t check my information or details by questioning my parents. Let me reminds you. There is word call ‘privacy’. I don’t wish to let you know doesn’t mean lying; I have my right to keep it away from your knowledge. You guys are not my parents &amp; because of this, I think my blog is that’s all that you need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain to you guys in case you don’t understand. &lt;br /&gt;For e.g. when you leave a message, this doesn’t mean that the person has the obligation to reply your message or answer to your question. Agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g. If you leave me a comment in my blog, this doesn’t mean that I has the obligation to response it. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t leave any comment if there is no necessary, you guys are not that welcome anyway)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all are mature adult, I think these 2 examples are sufficient enough to express my words &amp; I don’t have to make myself that clear isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I thank you for your ‘concern’&lt;br /&gt;Terminating your disturbance will be much appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4857858220942338362?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4857858220942338362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4857858220942338362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4857858220942338362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4857858220942338362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/annoyance-in-lees-home.html' title='Annoyance in Lee&apos;s home'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-5035938212720008957</id><published>2008-06-27T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:11:37.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day for FA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUe_vg40qI/AAAAAAAAADg/P3sxACkxuWk/s1600-h/bahrain+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUe_vg40qI/AAAAAAAAADg/P3sxACkxuWk/s320/bahrain+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609823813587618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some happy, some not... (including me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5035938212720008957?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5035938212720008957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5035938212720008957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5035938212720008957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5035938212720008957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-for-fa.html' title='Last day for FA'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUe_vg40qI/AAAAAAAAADg/P3sxACkxuWk/s72-c/bahrain+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-5529591301074033213</id><published>2008-06-27T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:24.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Craziest student in the class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUcnOpMMbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kQnw8uIW7BM/s1600-h/P1000601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUcnOpMMbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kQnw8uIW7BM/s320/P1000601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216607203649925554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUcDL6QcCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rlY8G7qn5aY/s1600-h/P1000626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUcDL6QcCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rlY8G7qn5aY/s320/P1000626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216606584440909858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From left)Cinny, Me, CY &amp; Soo after completing the FA test&lt;br /&gt;Cinny must recognize her face. She was the one who answering ‘yes’ when people ask us question like:&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you guys from Philippines?’ &lt;br /&gt;‘Yes’&lt;br /&gt;(We were extremely mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you guys from da lu, china?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes’&lt;br /&gt;(We still ok with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you guys from Korea?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes’&lt;br /&gt;(This one sounds better, isn’t it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habislah macam ini… do we really looks like them? &lt;br /&gt;Cinny wants to become multinational people. I know you can do it. Gambateh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story:(From left: Cinny,CY,me,Jafrin &amp; Jo)&lt;br /&gt;Cinny, CY &amp; me-skin getting itchy &lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go to company clinic, get the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jafrin-caught flu&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go to company clinic, get some Panadol &amp; some flu medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-cough &amp; flu&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go to company clinic, get the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we all share the medic by dividing it. Save money. Save time. Save medicine. Bravo! Bravo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-5529591301074033213?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5529591301074033213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=5529591301074033213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5529591301074033213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/5529591301074033213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/craziest-student-in-class.html' title='Craziest student in the class'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUcnOpMMbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kQnw8uIW7BM/s72-c/P1000601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-9083611667508500175</id><published>2008-06-27T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:24.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Chui Ying &amp; me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUZymNmo-I/AAAAAAAAADI/BExa-trzbag/s1600-h/CY+%26+me+gossiping+in+e+bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUZymNmo-I/AAAAAAAAADI/BExa-trzbag/s320/CY+%26+me+gossiping+in+e+bus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216604100420346850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY &amp; me gossiping in the bus&lt;br /&gt;We always gossip in the bus after training. She also learn some fu zhou language from me i.e. ‘sa ni ne’ ha ha… some more, she call me this name when I don’t want to bother her. really cham lo me… I can say we are the most crazy Malaysian in the bus as we always laugh loud &amp; really enjoy the jokes in the bus. Ha ha…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-9083611667508500175?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9083611667508500175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=9083611667508500175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/9083611667508500175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/9083611667508500175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/chui-ying-me.html' title='Chui Ying &amp; me'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUZymNmo-I/AAAAAAAAADI/BExa-trzbag/s72-c/CY+%26+me+gossiping+in+e+bus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-2434544014611805075</id><published>2008-06-27T13:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:42:17.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the CBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUYKYn7uLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xEZ_rtXFQz0/s1600-h/Cinny+%26+CY+in+e+CBT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUYKYn7uLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xEZ_rtXFQz0/s320/Cinny+%26+CY+in+e+CBT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602310066288818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUYKwh7FtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jXzVaktL830/s1600-h/me+%26+soo+in+e+CBT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUYKwh7FtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jXzVaktL830/s320/me+%26+soo+in+e+CBT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602316483532498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the CBT&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where we all learn via the computer system &amp; fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;This is because we proceed to this session after lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2434544014611805075?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2434544014611805075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2434544014611805075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2434544014611805075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2434544014611805075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-cbt.html' title='In the CBT'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUYKYn7uLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xEZ_rtXFQz0/s72-c/Cinny+%26+CY+in+e+CBT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-587101962207798540</id><published>2008-06-27T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:36:23.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me &amp; Asmaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUVF0RfGXI/AAAAAAAAACw/CmtRSfV2mB0/s1600-h/me+%26+Asmaa+gonna+miz+her.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUVF0RfGXI/AAAAAAAAACw/CmtRSfV2mB0/s320/me+%26+Asmaa+gonna+miz+her.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216598933054101874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Asmaa going to miss her (June 22nd)&lt;br /&gt;Today I had been told that Asmaa is going to leave us, because her medical report shows that she got some problem in her lung/chest. Of course, I was bits upset because we were just started to getting know each other &amp; started to become closer. Never expect this kind of things to happen. It’s totally unpredictable! I know this must be hard time for Asmaa, as when I talk to her, she still showing us her sweet face with her sweet smile. I don’t know whether she is really so cool about it or she is hiding her feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we still can see her after tomorrow class i.e. when we come back to home. &amp; I have planned to spend my time with her, maybe having a bed talk or just chit chat. But, I never thought that when we back, her room is totally empty &amp; cleaned! So fast! Really never thought that things can happen this fast! I feel like the fact is always cruel for human to accept. No matter you can handle or not, you must deal with it. Asmaa just leave us like this, with a big pack of snack &amp; a note writing she will going to miss us much. Sad. She said she will leave us her Egypt number so that maybe one day when we fly to Egypt, we can find her. But no. I think maybe things happen too rush for her also as maybe my company already arrange a flight for her that she needs to catch up on time. Sigh… she just leaves us like this… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn’t really close to each other, but you know, she was one of our housemate, I don’t really get use to it in the next morning, there is one person missing in our house. Luckily, that day when she receives the news, we got take pictures with her. Sounds a bit ‘ceh’ lo hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-587101962207798540?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/587101962207798540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=587101962207798540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/587101962207798540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/587101962207798540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-asmaa.html' title='me &amp; Asmaa'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUVF0RfGXI/AAAAAAAAACw/CmtRSfV2mB0/s72-c/me+%26+Asmaa+gonna+miz+her.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-7216604619915196702</id><published>2008-06-27T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:53:26.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Little fun in Bah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUMDBEr2gI/AAAAAAAAACo/T9RekrYhjlU/s1600-h/Chenaa+acting+superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUMDBEr2gI/AAAAAAAAACo/T9RekrYhjlU/s320/Chenaa+acting+superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216588989345815042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenaa&lt;br /&gt;I spent my evening playing with those kids, at my apartment downstairs. Before I go, I was thinking is it worth for me to dirty myself to play around with them as outside’s air was really dusty. But when I watch them playing, I really feel like joining, &amp; here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chenaa first saw me, he was shy &amp; scare, I was holding my mobile want to snap with him but his expression tells me like I am holding a gun. Keep staying away from me. After I exercise special skill, he started to become closer to me. So we begin to start. We play ‘superman’ running down from the sand, chasing &amp; running. Although the wind blows mess up my hair, fly the dust &amp; sand to my body, but I was really cheer when I played with him. Really cute boy! Keep on saying there is a superman above my opposite apartment. Ha ha… so I also join his story &amp; create a lot’s of funny cerita. Besides, I also played cricket with his brothers &amp; friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cheer up &amp; become active that moment. As I never thought that I still can have such fun moment in Bahrain at this moment, within this short period. I really happy lo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-7216604619915196702?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7216604619915196702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=7216604619915196702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7216604619915196702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7216604619915196702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-fun-in-bah.html' title='Little fun in Bah'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SGUMDBEr2gI/AAAAAAAAACo/T9RekrYhjlU/s72-c/Chenaa+acting+superman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-4509493447602906635</id><published>2008-06-27T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:19:46.776-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoy'/><title type='text'>Bad line, bad connection...what else?</title><content type='html'>Sigh... not able to upload my pictures...&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times. Failed. Failed. Failed. &lt;br /&gt;I will try again. I have so many things wanted to share...&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-4509493447602906635?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4509493447602906635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=4509493447602906635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4509493447602906635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/4509493447602906635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-line-bad-connectionwhat-else.html' title='Bad line, bad connection...what else?'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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-6554692938940402458.post-7479676236618314031</id><published>2008-06-21T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:24.642-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siao Siao'/><title type='text'>Housekeeping job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SF0Cv9NUH0I/AAAAAAAAACA/KrIaNNVCkUs/s1600-h/housekeeping+job+he+likes+to+re-arrange+our+things,+dunno+why.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SF0Cv9NUH0I/AAAAAAAAACA/KrIaNNVCkUs/s320/housekeeping+job+he+likes+to+re-arrange+our+things,+dunno+why.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326966472417090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SF0AqTZbV2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3-k86eFQLk/s1600-h/he+even+fold+my+clothes+for+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SF0AqTZbV2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3-k86eFQLk/s320/he+even+fold+my+clothes+for+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214324670326331234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my clothes, well folded? --&gt;&gt; housekeeping job&lt;br /&gt;Look at my toiletries, re-arrange? --&gt;&gt; housekeeping job. &lt;br /&gt;But I got one thing to say, whrere got people put their toothbrush &amp; Colgate on top of the soap? Some more he mix up my things with Soo's one. OMG! He is really funny!! He keep our things according to what he like, like he was the one staying there. He he... Simply put my incredible on top of the pillow, did I say I like it to put it this way? Simply put Soo's teddy bear on top of her pillow, but so what? Soo always kick her teddy bear on the floor while she sleep. I think she bring her teddy bear is for her to kick. Then tomorrow the guy will put back on top of her pillow again. Hm... funny guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-7479676236618314031?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7479676236618314031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=7479676236618314031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7479676236618314031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/7479676236618314031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/housekeeping-job.html' title='Housekeeping job'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SF0Cv9NUH0I/AAAAAAAAACA/KrIaNNVCkUs/s72-c/housekeeping+job+he+likes+to+re-arrange+our+things,+dunno+why.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-2506414807034364376</id><published>2008-06-21T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:16:46.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz9u5DZMzI/AAAAAAAAABw/1HnpxSOTmQc/s1600-h/Mee,+Soo+%26+Ms+Sharon,+grooming+instructor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz9u5DZMzI/AAAAAAAAABw/1HnpxSOTmQc/s320/Mee,+Soo+%26+Ms+Sharon,+grooming+instructor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214321450619056946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Soo &amp; our grooming instructor Ms Sharon White. &lt;br /&gt;She was really cool as we didnt notice that she was posing behind us. She is friendly as well... We thought it will be some kind of serious session but not really. We enjoy photoshooting around with our new uniform on. On the same time, she guide us a lot regarding the uniform fitting &amp; the alteration that we should made. Jocelyn, was not very satisfy because she thinks she can wear a smaller size but Ms Sharon dont agree. As what she had told us is, we all will sure gain weight as long as we stay in Bahrain. So, we still need to coma back &amp; take the measurement again after 3 weeks. Gosh! CY said wanna keep fit some more. Ha ha!!! Dont think she can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-2506414807034364376?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2506414807034364376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=2506414807034364376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2506414807034364376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/2506414807034364376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/grooming-session.html' title='Grooming session'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz9u5DZMzI/AAAAAAAAABw/1HnpxSOTmQc/s72-c/Mee,+Soo+%26+Ms+Sharon,+grooming+instructor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-1997317861310074283</id><published>2008-06-21T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:05:16.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The wing day (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz8MIDXXpI/AAAAAAAAABo/sr-w6QvBNtk/s1600-h/they+are+discussing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz8MIDXXpI/AAAAAAAAABo/sr-w6QvBNtk/s320/they+are+discussing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214319753838419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! They are discussing before they start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-1997317861310074283?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1997317861310074283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=1997317861310074283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1997317861310074283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/1997317861310074283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/wing-day-part-3.html' title='The wing day (part 3)'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz8MIDXXpI/AAAAAAAAABo/sr-w6QvBNtk/s72-c/they+are+discussing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-6373046021662184670</id><published>2008-06-21T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:01:34.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The wing day (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz7Pt0_fJI/AAAAAAAAABg/ckhj1QT1KL4/s1600-h/the+wings+day,+cabin+crew+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz7Pt0_fJI/AAAAAAAAABg/ckhj1QT1KL4/s320/the+wings+day,+cabin+crew+graduation.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214318716006661266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their performance. They are doing a short script. &lt;br /&gt;3 korean crew, one chinese, one indian, how bout the rest? I dont really know... he he...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-6373046021662184670?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6373046021662184670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=6373046021662184670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6373046021662184670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6373046021662184670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/wing-day-part-2.html' title='The wing day (part 2)'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz7Pt0_fJI/AAAAAAAAABg/ckhj1QT1KL4/s72-c/the+wings+day,+cabin+crew+graduation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-6881321893732123494</id><published>2008-06-21T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:57:54.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The wing day (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz6HnrfIqI/AAAAAAAAABY/63bUiTZY134/s1600-h/preparing+b4+the+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz6HnrfIqI/AAAAAAAAABY/63bUiTZY134/s320/preparing+b4+the+graduation.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214317477405598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are our senior, it's the day of their graduation, we called it "the wings day" which means they are now can fly! I can sense the happiness around the environment &amp; I feel touch when I look at them, had gone throught so many stages during their training, they muz have been working very hard behind of it. But I dunno why I feel touch. Soo also feel like crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-6881321893732123494?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6881321893732123494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=6881321893732123494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6881321893732123494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/6881321893732123494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/wing-day-part-1.html' title='The wing day (part 1)'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dATKY2sbAjo/SFz6HnrfIqI/AAAAAAAAABY/63bUiTZY134/s72-c/preparing+b4+the+graduation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554692938940402458.post-8163454014299312254</id><published>2008-06-21T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:00:43.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Bahrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hello everybody!!! This is my new blog. Purposely create for all kind of stories &amp; challenges I have been expereince in Bahrain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in Bahrain. Bahrain is a hot, dusty, humidity low country. But still consider a city as here hardly can see a desert or camel. So far, I haven’t see one. He he…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant forget the feeling when I first reached Bahrain. Maybe the place is new, everything is so new, so fresh to me, I hardly can use to it in suddenly. I feel like going home only. I really miss M’sia, my home, my friends, my Hershey, my everything! Luckily, when we move into our service apartment, the environment makes me feel better, as the decoration really looks like a home, fully furnished, fully equip kitchen cabinet, hot shower, towel, etc. After a while, we received a box of daily use things from our company, which really surprise me! I feel more glad &amp; happy, deep somewhere in my heart, I feel so touch as this shows that the company are caring about us. Although it is just toilet roll, some Maggie mee, it’s really enough for me to show this. I feel secure &amp; a little bit of home. At least, better… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our training was going well, the most excited part is our swimming test. You will never know how deep it is, I’ve tried to raise up my hand &amp; touch the ground, by that moment, my whole body already immerse into the pool. You will never see my hand on the surface of the water. It’s damn cool! Even our tallest one, I hardly can see her hand was above the surface as well. However, we all pass the test. Next 3weeks, we going to start the SEP ( safety &amp; emergency procedures ). Another more exciting challenge to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, Soo, was a nice girl. She was totally out of my expectation. Fortunately, we have common life style. I think I cant forget our first jokes where she asked me where to put the orange juice, put in the WASHING MACHINE or no need. Ha ha… try to imagine if the orange juice  is really put inside the washing machine. Sorry la Soo, I know you hate it whenever I mention about this. He he… Jokes must share together k? So far, we don’t have any problem, we tolerating each other, good communication, live peacefully, no war. Ha ha… sometimes I wash plates for her &amp; she treat me some foods. She was like a small nutritionist as she will share some food knowledge with me. Oh ya!  I wanna thanks her by donating me some foods. Because I didn’t really pack sufficient foods as I never expect that things in Bah are so expensive, so I just pack a little bit. Although it was just a week, we live happily, glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I must share. It’s about our housekeeping. One day, we came back from our induction class, then, I realize my things had been re-arrange, so I feel a bit strange. Check on my incredible, what? How come my bed look so neat? Then I realize is the housekeeping job. Ok. It’s not a big deal then. But, he seems like too helpful. Firstly, he re-arrange my toiletries according to the style he likes. Secondly, he re-arrange my pillow &amp; put my incredible on top of the pillow, like he think this is the best way? Perhaps… Thirdly, he fold my clothes for me where I throw them all on my bed because I was rushing to the class this early morning. Most funny thing is, on the 3rd day, he re-arrange my incredible to Soo’s bed together with her teddy bear! What???  This really make us laugh &amp; we cannot tahan the way he do it. However, it’s not a bad thing. Was just a joke in Bahrain. Soo was wondering will he wash the plates &amp; cups for us if we left it in the basin. Ha ha… teruk! But in the end we never try that. We also wondering how if he do the housekeeping for CY &amp; Cinny’s room, will he fold those bra &amp; underwear for them? Ha ha… sorry again for CY &amp; Cinny. Never mind, my friend don’t know you girls. He he… but we was very friend, I suppose is talkative &amp; ‘siao’ especially when we was in the bus, we talk &amp; laugh until the Romanian girls wondering how come Malaysian can be so friendly eventhough we just knew each for just a short period where Romanian people wont be as friendly as us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554692938940402458-8163454014299312254?l=adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8163454014299312254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554692938940402458&amp;postID=8163454014299312254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/8163454014299312254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554692938940402458/posts/default/8163454014299312254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresinbahrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/bah.html' title='Adventures in Bahrain'/><author><name>cocktail_ring</name><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></feed>
