tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74729120431437585602011-10-11T20:37:15.312+08:00Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-51471160757014652022011-01-11T16:51:00.003+08:002011-01-11T17:03:53.988+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TSwc0VZxN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/-a33jzTI7qQ/s1600/IMG_5658.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TSwc0VZxN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/-a33jzTI7qQ/s320/IMG_5658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560851325319722962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11012011<br />每个日子都有着不同的意义<br />而却因有你们让它更为难忘<br />感恩啊 ;p<br />Happy Birthday!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5147116075701465202?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-83750136332403109102010-12-26T13:04:00.003+08:002010-12-31T02:58:26.066+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">其实人生有多少次 失而复得 得而复失<br />时间能让一切淡忘 疗伤<br />但失去的信任与寄托却在流失<br />好像记不起最初的信念放在那个信箱里<br />那天经过房间看见那个望着窗外的我<br />背影很熟悉 表情很模糊<br />当想走近看清 房门已被我关上<br />是我在质疑我 还是我不想说服我<br />或许体会 经验的越多 渴求的越少<br />但是就连"简单"这两个字的笔划还多过"复杂"<br />可是命运总是<br />在你平静时给你惊喜<br />在你兴奋后给你落寂<br />在你寂寞时给你依靠<br />在你无助时让你更无助</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8375013633240310910?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-81124431904593328222010-12-21T23:05:00.006+08:002010-12-23T13:38:38.615+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">Life is just like a snake and ladder game,<br />Thought everything is going to the right path,<br />One morning, eyes opened...<br />Dices still at the same move but you're upside down,<br />At this moment, realised the ladder wasn't important anymore,<br />The fact that forces you to accept,<br />None of us is the winner,<br />If the loves can't be convinced,<br />Was it a faith to start all over again?!</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8112443190459332822?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-14098424276441431192010-12-21T10:15:00.001+08:002010-12-21T10:16:16.459+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">一首让我停下脚步的曲<br />一首让我回头合眼的词<br />一首让我重复陶醉不下百次的歌<br /><br />一个记不起而存在的你<br />一段抽出却抹不了回忆<br />一杯任由香味回绕鼻腔的苦咖啡</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-1409842427644143119?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-25836649520917268152010-11-25T23:37:00.005+08:002010-12-03T13:27:40.124+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TPh_qy8BCfI/AAAAAAAAALU/l5qFpKjAw4w/s1600/Picture%2B442copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TPh_qy8BCfI/AAAAAAAAALU/l5qFpKjAw4w/s320/Picture%2B442copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546323314311498226" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">今早的香草拿铁不知为何有种从没试过得苦涩<br />我爱的味道一样熟悉<br />我确定不是星巴克的错<br />更不是气候的问题<br />奇就奇在我根本没有想要抗拒的念头<br />刚开始有点怀疑自己的味蕾有点出入<br />也不知道是舌尖影响的右脑的情绪<br />就连理性的左脑也措手不及<br />还是住在右脑里的你盼望已久的同病相怜<br />迫不及待的迎面附和</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2583664952091726815?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-23355239487873971862010-10-26T10:17:00.004+08:002010-10-29T17:54:05.510+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">我有点想念你 当你推开记忆房门</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">回忆越来越多 但想记得事与人越来越少<br />能被留下的</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">是你那难以忘怀的背影 任意构造的甜蜜</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还是那刻苦民心的水银 不断侵蚀的堕落</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2335523948787397186?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-54794340895542851762010-10-20T09:52:00.006+08:002010-10-20T23:29:11.075+08:00<div><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday i saw the movie "Charlie S.t Cloud", the stories is based on a novel. actually watching this movie is not in my plan, although heard some good feedback. until been forcing by someone to watched with HER. plus the movie showing time is 1045pm. luckily i had the FOC Vanilla Latte to keep my eyes open and stay focused. i will say quite a not bad movie. touching and tears! the Stories is about 2 brothers, Charlie and Sam are in a car crash, unfortunately Sam was died in the accidents and Charlie got the second chances to live on but with full of guilty for next 5 years. “God doesn’t just show off.... There had to be a reason He gave you a second chance.” i like this sentences says by Florio Ferrente, the paramedic who saved charlie from the car accidents. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">we should believe everyone have a reason to live life to the fullest. but there's some parts make me felt</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> creepy, is the main actor making love with the actress's SOUL. Oops! still felt romantic and sweet. Another meaningful &amp; </span><span style="font-size:130%;">inspiring </span><span style="font-size:130%;">poem in the movie "</span><span style="font-size:130%;">trust your heart</span>,<span style="font-size:130%;"> if the seas catch fire</span>.<span style="font-size:130%;"> And live by love</span><span style="font-size:130%;">, though the stars walk backward." from E.E.Cummings.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div> </div><span style="font-size:130%;">Dive For Dreams</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">By E.E. Cummings</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />dive for dream</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">or </span><span style="font-size:130%;">a slogan may topple you</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">(trees are their rootsand, wind is wind)<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">trust your heart</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">if the seas catch fire</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">(and live by love</span><span style="font-size:130%;">, though the stars walk backward)</span><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">honour the past</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">but welcome the future</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">(and dance your death</span><span style="font-size:130%;">, away at this wedding)<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><span style="font-size:130%;">never mind a world</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">with its villains or heroes</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">(for god likes girls</span>,<span style="font-size:130%;"> and tomorrow and the earth)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">[E.E. Cummings, ninety-five poems]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5479434089554285176?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-83350299146949991762010-10-18T20:22:00.004+08:002010-10-18T20:54:15.449+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLxDViaIpzI/AAAAAAAAALM/PgPEU-4HTEc/s1600/IMG_4177_copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLxDViaIpzI/AAAAAAAAALM/PgPEU-4HTEc/s320/IMG_4177_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529368479796864818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">树欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不在<br />望一望身边的每个人<br />或许她在你心里不是最重要的那个<br />但你却能在她心里占有一席<br />我们不能为他人而活<br />但可让人活得更精彩<br /><br />人与人之间就好像走在一条独木桥<br />一味的往前忽略了前方的他<br />换来的不过是伤害他人背后的孤寂<br />倒转沙漏在回忆里沉淀自己<br />比在镜子前看自己来得通透<br />就算你很了你自己<br />也请你让别人了解你自己</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8335029914694999176?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-50463251973823007602010-10-18T01:13:00.003+08:002010-10-18T01:52:33.809+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLs3Txauf0I/AAAAAAAAALE/loGYKX-iFmE/s1600/IMG_4229.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLs3Txauf0I/AAAAAAAAALE/loGYKX-iFmE/s320/IMG_4229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529073780349894466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"妈妈的辛苦 不让你看见<br />温暖的食谱在她心里面<br />有空就多多握握她的手<br />把手牵着一起梦游<br />听妈妈的话 别让她受伤<br />想快快长大 才能保护她<br />美丽的白发 幸福中发芽<br />天使的魔法 温暖中慈祥 ..."<br />二哥与小弟唱着这首歌给妈听<br />我们都想起很多童年的回忆<br />小时候她总是要我们听她的话<br />现在我们都大了她只想常听听我们的话<br />这一路走来她承受的辛苦换来我们的幸福<br />她无私的付出是上天给我们最大的恩赐<br />生日快乐 妈!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5046325197382300760?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-9926910484461164422010-09-21T09:19:00.008+08:002010-10-09T20:25:40.332+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLBe7JECIXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GgyhZjoZ0PE/s1600/IMG_3047_copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TLBe7JECIXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GgyhZjoZ0PE/s320/IMG_3047_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021112921727346" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">原来你还在我身后</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">那亏欠一直把你留下<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">无心的将你撇离</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">迷茫地将你推开<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">了解时间永难倒退</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div> </div><span style="font-size:130%;">如果时间能回到过去? 或许一切还是会倒带重来<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">如果我们再一次相遇? 或许你还是你 但我已不是我</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">你留下的座位依然空着? 或许坐上嘉宾已换了姓名</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-992691048446116442?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-16720190361208972942010-09-03T11:01:00.007+08:002010-09-04T13:32:23.270+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TIHKfeVykvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O8kj23kxKTM/s1600/%E5%A4%95%E9%98%B3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TIHKfeVykvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O8kj23kxKTM/s320/%E5%A4%95%E9%98%B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512910060947411698" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">没有亮着灯的道路</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">只有徘徊孤单的两脚印一单影<br />了五痕迹的细沙滩<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">一起倒数在那悄悄匿迹的黄昏</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />熬不过寂寞寥寥漫漫长夜<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">找不着北斗星指引的前方</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">却太陶醉于你伴我的星辰<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">等不及你心理的一幕黎明</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />爱你的影子随即消失在那之前</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">盼你的影子投射海面上的灿烂<br /><br />就在那一刹<br />看见你的微扬嘴角<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">或许在你的世界里<br />并容不下我的祝福</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-1672019036120897294?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-82799287622350573542010-08-03T12:17:00.004+08:002010-08-03T17:57:22.177+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TFflpKUSBtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_7MlDMuf5ZA/s1600/2421467930_276957d9d1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501117965163169490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TFflpKUSBtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_7MlDMuf5ZA/s320/2421467930_276957d9d1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">突然想起那辆单车<br />踩过不少的童年时光</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不必思前想后地游走</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">跌了再爬起也不过等闲事</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">能吓着跌倒笑着爬起才是件不容易的事吧</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">踩着脚板 迎着微风 翘起嘴角</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">脑海比张白纸还空白但是是轻松的</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8279928762235057354?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-79896812298571231722010-07-24T01:07:00.003+08:002010-09-04T13:31:24.677+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">妳在梦境里不断徘徊 </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不断重复那段旋律</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"我还是真的相信 相信妳的一切 相信我要的未来..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">陌生的歌词 却历历在目</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">尽了上辈子的力量延续未完成的想念</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">看不清妳的面孔 但妳熟悉背影让他苦思良久</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">眼神眺望远方 细细鸣念着</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">无可奈何花落去 似曾相识燕归来</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">竹叶剑飞怅更长 眉鸟穿肠绕啊扰</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-7989681229857123172?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-67912379482443819722010-06-22T17:50:00.005+08:002010-07-06T09:29:40.195+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TDKG6JuklQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AP2_Ue9f5Cc/s1600/samantha+birthday+sdfaf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490599229319845122" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TDKG6JuklQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AP2_Ue9f5Cc/s320/samantha+birthday+sdfaf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">前年这天写下了"回忆=毒药"<br />今年的同一个日子 它又回来了</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如果不能将这天在日历给删走</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">能不能让我留在一个人的荒岛</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">至少赐我一支能洗去所有口中杂味的牙膏</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">无论是在这一天表现的特别亲密 或本来就很亲密<br />无论是在这一天表现的无比关心 或真的就很关心</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他们将羡慕的甜轻轻的放进我唇边</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但唇尖还来不及舔尝</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一股柠檬酸从喉间涌出</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">天真以为激发出的唾液或许能冲淡</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但却吐出了更多尘封已久的回忆来</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">苦涩卡在喉结久久吞之不下</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那熟悉不过的味道</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那微不足道的味道</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">却有着和酸梅一样的把戏</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不必吃下嘴 只要一提起 你也不意而跌入那陷阱</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-6791237948244381972?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-4423729860577469422010-06-18T00:43:00.006+08:002010-06-18T01:20:48.441+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TBpYgf0uSvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5UNZoA3gjVU/s1600/fgagdaggf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792811598695154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TBpYgf0uSvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5UNZoA3gjVU/s320/fgagdaggf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">不打扰或许是最好的问候<br />不问候或许是最好的联络</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">不联络或许是最好的暗涌</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">不暗涌或许是最好的涟漪</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">就因为秒速波起的涟漪掩盖不了那暗涌</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">多余的问候忧是藤丝纠结而打扰你去向</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">够了 自寻烦恼只不过在扰人难饶己<br />放了 自以为是只不过是累人又泪己啊！</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-442372986057746942?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-14349302211846441662010-06-08T22:15:00.008+08:002010-07-05T23:02:34.665+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TDHzr0duYGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6rnJ1IomdA8/s1600/Picture+827.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490437354884587618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TDHzr0duYGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6rnJ1IomdA8/s320/Picture+827.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">当我们呱呱落地来到这世界就好像一部傻瓜相机<br />吸收与接受每一点点滴滴 不修改不掩饰<br />或许模糊 没确定焦点 但也却真实难忘<br />留下了镜子里缩在暗阎角落旁的另一个你<br /><br />踏入这弱肉强食斗争 而成为个现实社会主义者<br />不得不采取数码相机方程式<br />修改真实 掩饰真我 效果让你我虚荣<br />方向清晰却认不清自我<br />灿烂缤纷却掩盖不了寂寞<br />聚集了目标却无疑模糊了擦身而过的花火<br /><br />在一切的火花转眼灭化成 难以抓握手中的一缕灰烬<br />不知是贪念作祟 想一把将所有事物在变为回忆之前困握掌心<br />仰或害怕 银发苍苍坐卧在屋前摇椅上执著着那一推推的钞票<br />回忆呢 或许还留在尘封已久的第二排右下方第三格木柜里<br /><br />不管你是慢跑 步行 奔驰 仰或停步不前<br />追不回那遗失的美好 也等不了已错过的你</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-1434930221184644166?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-88846057608682519102010-05-23T19:44:00.008+08:002010-06-01T00:16:08.137+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TAPgjVEt1xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CXm3NWo_A3c/s1600/%E5%AD%A4%E5%8D%95%E4%B8%8E%E6%B0%B8%E6%81%92%E4%B9%8B%E9%97%B4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477468469369624338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/TAPgjVEt1xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CXm3NWo_A3c/s320/%E5%AD%A4%E5%8D%95%E4%B8%8E%E6%B0%B8%E6%81%92%E4%B9%8B%E9%97%B4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">细纱在回忆里游走 越是沉淀历史越是浮现</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">海咸在凉风中穿荡 越是回避苦咸越是回肠</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">右手一股微凉 似乎在怀念那已久的缅怀</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">那淡淡的发香 丝丝入扣地牵引你的言语</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">女皇傲慢斜视着 金刚默默守护着<br />任由那支玻璃鞋在海岸上浮浮沉沉感叹寂寞</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">她是否放下了执著 乘着追求幸福的船只飘荡而去</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">仰或早已抛弃不顾那勇气 还在不断逃避着不敢面对的逃避</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">然而沙漏似乎在这片孤单与永恒之间的土地上许下不变的诺言</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">来见证它们之间难以衡量的矛盾</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">孤单在永恒中烙上无坚不摧的撕裂烙印?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">永恒悄将孤单推进永不复返的岁月黑洞?</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8884605760868251910?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-37519322269075266462010-04-05T09:11:00.012+08:002010-04-06T23:54:41.357+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S7tYlRe7pUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TvPFj-fy23o/s1600/214938_1255049187q7h0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457052770861032770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S7tYlRe7pUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TvPFj-fy23o/s320/214938_1255049187q7h0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">为何你的秤永远只倾向你自己那方, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">无私给与是你明天拥有的盛夏果实! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">一味贪得无厌回报是你服下一无所有的慢性毒药...</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">拉啊，扯啊，撕啊；断了，碎了，烂了...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">今日的奢求对换明日的遗憾，你高兴吗？</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">放吧，想吧，让吧；握着，念着，拥着...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">今日的释怀对换明日的自由，你愿意吗？</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">痛，在于我们原本应该很靠近的位子但却很渺茫<br />悔，在于我们化不了的关系中建不起联系的桥梁</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">怒，在于我们之间璀璨点滴在你眼难起眼的污点</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">累，在于我们你却不停在斩断一丝丝的藕断丝连</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">煮豆燃豆萁 豆在釜中泣。本是同根生 相煎何太急啊...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-3751932226907526646?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-39567150402641006352010-03-23T00:25:00.006+08:002010-03-29T01:59:52.395+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S6-TKcwQRQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9Q_vXcjHuls/s1600/tt+151_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453739481495520514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S6-TKcwQRQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9Q_vXcjHuls/s320/tt+151_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">从一个决定到另个决定的距离有多远<br />可以遥遥无期 又能近在咫尺 无论在其二取一<br />间中免不了层层叠叠问号与感叹号<br />或许时间给不了也无需再在乎那答案<br />因为你我他只在等待一个始作俑者 </span><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><div>如果你与我各自只不过是两个个体<br />而视线局限于在180度的框框里</div><div>得以见得或许是<br />二分之一的正面？<br />二分之一的侧面？<br />二分之一的背面？<br /><br />那你我凝视之外的框框后又会是<br />二分之一的掩饰？<br />二分之一的彷徨？<br />二分之一的诡计？</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-3956715040264100635?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-53463050590627974682010-02-13T18:38:00.007+08:002010-02-21T15:10:18.435+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S4DW7ydU62I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vhHnrn3mlxs/s1600-h/21070_319401268549_579128549_3457047_2687977_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440584672508963682" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S4DW7ydU62I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vhHnrn3mlxs/s320/21070_319401268549_579128549_3457047_2687977_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">不知不觉新春也过的五五六六了。<br />回望过去的一年或许比过往来的坎坷但还算开心的!<br />无论长期不在身边的家人, 每天朝夕相处的同事,<br />放工后时而一小聚的好友...<br />有你们在左右好多事物与时间变得更有意义,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">肉麻的大喊一句"还好有你们!"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">多谢无论是在我伤心难过或快乐兴奋时，</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">当我拿起手机你们就在拨接的那头。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你们的付出让我从中握紧该握的事, 放开了无需执著的执著。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">过去的难过来不及伤心</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">遗失的美好来不及追寻</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">收藏的遗憾来不及缅怀</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">遗漏的快乐来不及推积</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">今天的难过留给昨天来伤心</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">明天的美好让今天的你追寻</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它日的遗憾丢到后来来缅怀</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">天天的快乐不就天天来堆积</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">希望你们在新的一年 都能爱你所爱 做你所选！</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5346305059062797468?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-5346485607918169552010-02-11T20:57:00.002+08:002010-02-11T21:13:54.098+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S3QCc-O_mgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZS1RYDeQUI0/s1600-h/piano_keys.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436973346908510722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S3QCc-O_mgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZS1RYDeQUI0/s320/piano_keys.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">节奏越紧凑越平静<br />五线谱容不下杂绪<br /><br />所有你留下的符号给不了一丝线索<br />你那右边酒窝把我拉进思念的黑洞<br />指尖原位跳弹似找着你离开的节奏<br />卻在結論裡只找到繼續愛你的理由<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">停了 走了 來了 忘了 等了 算了<br />哑了那痴痴鸣叫惶惶盼着的爱情鸟<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">想著 望著 哭著 笑著 抱著 放著<br />上玄月照不清湖面上你那深邃面孔</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-534648560791816955?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-55188306723733222452009-12-26T20:55:00.004+08:002010-01-04T02:46:44.133+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S0Dl0k3nM9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QXxVdZeaG6M/s1600-h/200914123711277_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422586642766967762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/S0Dl0k3nM9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QXxVdZeaG6M/s320/200914123711277_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">雨下了 模糊了 渐渐看不清你背后的海阔天空</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">眼合下 渐清了 我那片天空仅在你回眸擦肩时</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">沉重的行李箱塞满一堆堆情绪<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">握紧不代表拥有 放开或许夺不走</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">飘在风中的粉红蒲公英滑过我指缝</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">随口一吹 留下一滴咸</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">别再回头 飘飞而奔去</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">四处留恋的假名 铺满希望的真谛</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你的飘逸裙角带走了四季</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">春天的微笑</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">夏天的狂笑</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">秋天的暗笑</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">冬天的痴笑</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5518830672373322245?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-51595505834613751972009-12-08T10:06:00.008+08:002009-12-09T09:15:33.473+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/Sx4MZxKqYOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/n2KBW714yAo/s1600-h/A1307097853.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412777438980235490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/Sx4MZxKqYOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/n2KBW714yAo/s320/A1307097853.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"终於可以在今天划上句点</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">一整夜 翻阅过去画面快想不起我们为何会诀别</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">只看到那双你送的鞋</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你送的礼物 会不会太特别 毫不避讳 那不安的传言</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你送的礼物 在此刻好体贴 陪我回忆 把过往走一遍</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你送的礼物 原来是一场劫 终於分别 夙命一样准确<br /><br />光著脚我一路奔跑 鲜血泪水一路狂飙</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">收起我的骄傲 承认曾经备受煎熬</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">鞋上那记号 </span><span style="font-size:130%;">只有你能明了</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">过了这一夜 我就全<span style="color:#ff0000;">还是忘不掉</span>!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">句句在眼前跳过，弦弦在耳旁飘过。</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你说时间会把一切冲淡，我说时间会把一切凝聚。</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你说时间焦黄了照片，我说时间照片收载右脑抽屉里。</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你说时间抹煞你温暖身影，我说时间狠狠将你刻心跳位子。</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你往前，我停步，黑暗中你影央在我指尖</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">你回头，我停步，微亮中指影睡在你颊间</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5159550583461375197?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-52581979896374861552009-12-08T00:26:00.004+08:002009-12-08T00:57:12.204+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/Sx0zyLi0WUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6cd9s9dNhnI/s1600-h/U2148P2DT20081201083233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539264354507074" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/Sx0zyLi0WUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6cd9s9dNhnI/s320/U2148P2DT20081201083233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是意气用事，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是舍不得你们，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是哀莫大于心死，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是想放手一博，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是执著着你的执著，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能是害怕没有你的彷徨。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能我的可能不仅仅在于你们的可能背后，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但你们的可能绝非霸占了我不可能前的可能！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可能一切的可能就留给可能的时间来判决。</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5258197989637486155?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-91057297115101919272009-11-09T00:48:00.005+08:002009-11-09T10:49:52.212+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:inherit;">无所事事的星期日，一整天下来就上网，小睡，</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">继续追看完Astro on demands的"宫心计"再接"富贵门"，</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">两部故事背景截然不同，却一样演绎着人性转变，人心险恶。</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">由古至今人类本是丰富着七情六欲的高尚动物。</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">有人感情用事，有人利用感情来办事；</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">有人由爱生恨，有人由怜生爱；</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">有人不惜代价来得到爱情，有人靠爱情不折手段只为了得到另一个自己。</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">那你呢？还在镜子前振扎着，</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">还是无法面对与逃避镜子里的自己？</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:inherit;">她曾说过:"爱你所选，疼你所爱!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">可"知其所爱，却无力为其爱之"</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">脑海突然浮现这一句叹息，<br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">凝视这十数字，来来回回默念。。。</span><br /><span style="font-family:inherit;">到不是文字出错，而是从中找不出一个所以然。</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-9105729711510191927?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-46877403533567097062009-10-06T01:07:00.005+08:002009-10-28T01:33:00.777+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SucuL09C0xI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RhhdJo-3ntw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397333459154948882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SucuL09C0xI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RhhdJo-3ntw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">咬了口夏娃遗留下的诱惑毒苹果</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">剧毒口口侵蚀着我不由主的身体</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">双眼依旧凝视着手上的鲜红苹果</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">但此时此刻只想享受最后的温存</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">沉沦着 流连着 放肆着 自私着</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">拥有不了但却无法阻止你的远去</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">开心着 甜蜜着 微笑着 回味着</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">不想阻止但却拥有得莫名的心虚</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">沉沦于你给的开心，我错了吗？错在无法停止沉沦</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">流连于你给的甜蜜，我慌了吗？慌在流连无法忘返</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">放肆于你给的微笑，我忘了吗？忘在无法放肆忌惮</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">自私于你给的回味，我笑了吗？笑在自私无法亲切</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-4687740353356709706?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-29866548753145624822009-09-09T23:52:00.006+08:002009-09-10T12:13:42.348+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SqfPj2HqU_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WmVDQVScgh0/s1600-h/gsafd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379496494647366642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SqfPj2HqU_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WmVDQVScgh0/s320/gsafd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;">呼呼...呼...呼呼...呼...呼呼...<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">海浪在轻声细语诉说着你的消息，<br />七号脚印还依稀踩在脑海沙面上，<br />绵绵浪花抚摸着你右边灿烂嘴角，</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">随风挥舞的椰影渐慢渐快变幻着，<br />云朵到带那层层叠叠的蓦然回首！<br />原来你已悄悄住在我心。<br />勇往直前？伤害，原地绕圈？犹豫，挥手离去？懊恼。</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2986654875314562482?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-78427601229799285772009-09-07T22:08:00.008+08:002009-09-10T00:01:20.419+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SqfGs6PgzJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AAQk81vOfPE/s1600-h/2567599464_a40f740f12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379486754768211090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SqfGs6PgzJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AAQk81vOfPE/s320/2567599464_a40f740f12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">沙沙...沙...沙沙...沙...沙沙...<br />仿佛海浪在牵挂着远方寂寞的你， </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">虚伪沙面的微笑不代表下秒温存，</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">繁密的浪花遮掩不了暗涌的情绪，<br />张牙舞爪的椰树附和着优柔寡断，<br />黑暗乌云覆盖微弱又闪烁的真实！<br />视线模糊了前去的路线。<br />横冲直撞？害怕，停留原地？彷徨，弃行掉头？逃避。</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-7842760122979928577?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-17619877090984914572009-08-29T01:17:00.002+08:002009-08-29T01:18:35.934+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">人生就好像一程永不停屯的过山车，<br />生命中的起起落落只不过是一段段难忘的过程！<br /><br />彼此的相遇，相识，相知，相惜。决不会因此停顿下来。<br />无论这一刻你快点慢点，你我在下一站的相遇就在咫尺。<br />下个转泪点又是我们畅饮几杯分享各自体验的点点滴滴。<br /><br />还记得和你说过的几句话吗？<br />喜欢讲故事，享受听故事是我对体验人生的另一种方式，<br />在那旅程中，健忘的人们老是容易遗忘身边珍贵的情感，<br />不断述说，不断聆听来提醒，学习，体会，放手，紧握。<br />谁还有闲情伤心那未知数，<br />到不用尽一刻一秒放肆的由内心呐喊来震撼那历史昨天！<br />昨天的你笑到哭了。。。<br />昨天的你哭到笑了。。。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-1761987709098491457?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-57105006703787628702009-08-12T09:22:00.005+08:002009-08-12T11:07:03.927+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SoIxx1lJ9PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AJRZHHnRWGQ/s1600-h/892557151150754957.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368908438045324530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SoIxx1lJ9PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AJRZHHnRWGQ/s320/892557151150754957.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">如果没王子的出现，玻璃鞋还能依旧完美无瑕吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如果没美女的出现，那痴痴的野兽还依然温柔吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当完美童话在不太完美的剧情下进行，你还相信吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">渴望童话，盼望童话，期望童话，奢望童话。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当不完美人生在太完美的剧情下进行，你还相信吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">要求人生，渴求人生，祈求人生，奢求人生。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他们说快乐是幸福的泉源，但快乐却在满足渴求的背后，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你满足了吗？你快乐了吗？你幸福了吗？</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如能舍去一一渴求，或许幸福都近在咫此吧！</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5710500670378762870?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-62675957056169061272009-07-29T16:53:00.002+08:002009-08-02T23:00:27.789+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">前几天在上班的路上看见一只黑猫被一辆车辗过，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">承受了一阵剧痛后仍然不停的做着最后垂死挣扎，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那短短的一幕却在我的脑海里画下重重一道记忆，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一条微弱的小生命，它坚持着，忍耐着，期盼着。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它的眼前在那一刻闪过会是什么?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那未吃完的早餐?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那來不及見最后一面的家人?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还是那出生路死的一班好友?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">沉重的眼朦慢慢合上!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">为能带走一幕幕的酸甜苦辣...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-6267595705616906127?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-67733159752701239972009-07-02T17:15:00.009+08:002009-07-05T22:20:41.557+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">没有波涛汹涌，那显的平静中的幸福！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还记得小时候超喜欢在小雨中细看着湖面的涟漪。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">节奏好像在平静里开始跳起舞来，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一点，一踢，一踏，一点，一踢，一踏。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">仿佛在幅画背后加上了电池带动所有景色。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">为何那时的涟漪可以如此平静却那么的幽美动人。</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可何以涟漪在现在看来只不过是一波接一波的扰人紧箍咒！</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">没有摇摆不定，那显的平静中的忘忧！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还记得小时候常在晚饭后闹着去稻田看日落，<br />讨厌被蚊子叮， 却还是我每天必到的地方， </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">黄昏的温和暖光，禾草随风的婆娑舞姿， </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一呼，一摇，一摆，一呼，一摇，一摆。。。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">仿佛在幅画背后加上了电池带动所有景色。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">为何那时的摇摆可以如此平静却那么的温暖陶醉。 </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可何以摇摆在现在看来只不过是一拉接一扯的累人拔河赛！</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-6773315975270123997?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-56171084266561723242009-06-20T18:11:00.000+08:002009-06-20T18:12:43.494+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">刘晏杏<br />开朗，可爱，永远都把微笑带在脸上,<br />她的微笑能抚平伤痕, 但她又是个容易感伤之人。<br />忘不了第一次看她泪盈满眶的样子, 她就连哭也会引人发笑,<br />笑的是她那种毫无掩饰的纯真，纯真的笑，纯真的泪水。<br />但却经历过一段不可思议的过去，她的勇敢陪着她一路走过来<br />对她由衷佩服与疼惜。<br /><br />加油啊！爱哭汉堡包，<br />记得把所有丰富又营养的人生材料挤满于一身！</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5617108426656172324?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-46329058486681392242009-06-20T00:01:00.009+08:002009-06-20T22:33:18.173+08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">调皮 - 问他在哪里，他会答“在你心里”<br />认真 - 实话说，由认识以来，只见过一次<br />他的很多很多，我不清楚<br />看见他，却奇妙的会感到心情平复了</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">(以上的一番话,出自刘晏杏手笔。</span><span style="font-size:130%;">版权所有,翻录必究)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-4632905848668139224?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-29713807637243935152009-06-17T15:08:00.004+08:002009-06-17T15:29:14.167+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SjiXumezrUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xXp9vd6f0qk/s1600-h/Soraya+-+Sin+Miedo+Deluxe.Front.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348191384362003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SjiXumezrUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xXp9vd6f0qk/s320/Soraya+-+Sin+Miedo+Deluxe.Front.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Soraya Arnelas (born 13 September 1982, Valencia de Alcantara, Caceres, Spain</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">),</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">better known by her stage name Soraya, is a popular </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Spanish</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> singer.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">At the age of 11, she left for Madrid.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">She wanted to study drama but soon started working as a flight attendant for Iberworld, where she travelled around the world. She speaks five languages.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">SIN MIEDO is her 4Th album, but this is the 1st album i heard from her.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">She really surprising me with her voice and rhythm.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Altought i never understand spanish, seriously is great great album to me!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2971380763724393515?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-29971977912139856832009-06-16T17:58:00.002+08:002009-06-16T23:14:58.632+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">最近得知两件喜讯，那就是有两位友人身怀六甲。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不知道为什么每当听见时，都会有种莫明的兴奋与感动。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">或许意味着小生命的蕴育，母亲的伟大，亲子之间的亲密联系。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在这还是要恭喜她们即将荣升人母，生活愉快啦！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">这让我想起一段圣经里的故事，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当每个小婴儿呱呱落地时，双手都紧握拳头。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那是因为小生命手里都带着希望来到这世界！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当每个生命来到油尽灯枯时，双手会向外摊开。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那是意味着需要放开，两袖清风的离开！</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2997197791213985683?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-31669786747554728512009-06-13T01:35:00.002+08:002009-06-13T02:13:50.081+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">享受现在可渺茫着未来，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">满足得到可祈望着付出，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">感恩爱护可振扎着变迁，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">分享喜悦可遮掩着真伪，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">沉醉释放可厌恶着遗忘。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-3166978674755472851?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-80264249853149627602009-06-11T22:38:00.005+08:002009-06-12T00:48:24.535+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">他们说人需要改变自己才能适者生存，<br />他们也说人需要成长才懂得找回自己。<br />他们再说先改变后就能成长，<br />他们又说先要成长才懂得如何改变。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8026424985314962760?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-82686853618980907982009-05-26T23:11:00.005+08:002009-06-04T17:30:55.049+08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">最近思路是满到一种地步, 朋友无情的指责, 工作上沉重的压迫, 挂念家人的思绪!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">可恨的是只能靠忙碌来舒缓, 好想彻彻底底得发泄!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">朋友, 真的好厌倦你的不可一试, 容忍不是种任意妄为的捷径。</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">自以为是是赌上了友情筹码的一段不归路!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">理智的山羊座开始闭上能辨认方向的双眼,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">不顾一切的勇往直前, 甩开嘲笑的回音, 不理会假意的问候...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">抱歉被它锋利羚角所伤的抚慰! 为了不再跌入堂皇陷阱, 且还要逃过穷追不舍的侵掠!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">自保是它生存之道...</span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8268685361898090798?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-10927907802409822232009-04-28T17:07:00.007+08:002009-04-28T18:11:30.810+08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SfbH-eAmf4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/KpsLkQ1JfiU/s1600-h/2993943621_dc28961644.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329667085060964226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SfbH-eAmf4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/KpsLkQ1JfiU/s320/2993943621_dc28961644.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">窗外下着大雨，突然让我想起了一个好有感触的故事。<br />故事的背景是在个靠海的庙宇，</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">里面住着一位老和尚和一个年龄尚幼的小和尚。</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">有天小和尚手握着一撮海盐，好奇得往嘴里塞！</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">不到一会儿，哭诉着向老和尚说：“这海盐一点都不好吃，</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">又苦又涩难吃极了！”</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">可是老和尚笑着对他说：“你试着将手中的海盐放进</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">那装满净水的大缸里，</span><span style="font-size:130%;">搅和后尝一口水。”</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">这时小和尚面带笑容不停说着好喝，好喝，真好喝！</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">老和尚对着他说：“只要放对地方什么东西都有他可取之处，</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">海盐就好象人生所遇到的困难一样，</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">如果你心中有着一个大缸般的容器，</span><span style="font-size:130%;">何苦之有啊！”</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-1092790780240982223?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-87441173841106250862009-03-27T12:10:00.004+08:002009-03-27T12:43:11.754+08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317716751498941506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/ScxTNgU9FEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CYKxKaj1LCY/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317716764572111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/ScxTORB10MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SghQTGZLHHI/s320/IMG_0045_copy.jpg" border="0" />This is our NAFNAF's Spring Summer Window.</div><div align="center">I love the Eiffel Tower so much, reminds me the Paris trip. is a beautiful &amp; romantic city,</div><div align="center">you'll never felt lonely in the city! Hoping visit there again for more days.</div><div align="center">I'm sure that is one of my best memories~~</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8744117384110625086?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-46832435502727178922009-03-18T16:10:00.001+08:002009-03-18T17:20:29.196+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">也不知道为什么最近的天空总是灰灰的,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一直不断将仅有的颜色往身上涂抹着,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可快乐好像不太怎么喜欢跟随着我,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它最近迷恋上了躲猫猫这种可恨的游戏,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那种你藏我寻的感觉让人很厌倦... ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-4683243550272717892?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-20616907303017249912009-02-18T17:43:00.002+08:002009-02-18T18:07:27.822+08:00up or down, up &amp; down~<br />not matter you're look up or down, you'll always in the middle!<br />left or right, left &amp; right~<br />doesn't matter you need turn left or right, once decided that is always your own way!<br />turning, keep turning, non-stop turning...<br />try to find out who you are or never thought to accept who you are?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2061690730301724991?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-51138074595905719252009-02-04T17:57:00.003+08:002009-02-04T18:14:14.058+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">心情谷底下还有什么曙光可寻,<br />那还在振扎且又想放弃的双手,<br />奢望，奢侈，舍弃，舍不得...<br />有舍必有得，是那个混蛋的自理名言!<br />可否守住瞬间的换日线, 不奢求光明, 但请黑暗放慢脚步.<br />宁可微弱光线刺伤我名目，都不愿让您的背影离开我双眼.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5113807459590571925?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-86901956808158957052009-01-24T10:56:00.007+08:002009-06-12T00:51:07.667+08:00<span style="color:#cccccc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OMG</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">im</span> a damn lazy blogger! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">christine</span> gonna to cancel my account soon. maybe a bit late to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">re talk</span> about my birthday, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hehe</span>. the purpose of this post actually is thanks to all my friends, ex or current colleagues &amp; <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">of cause</span> my family. Thanks for ex-colleagues, gave me a nice &amp; warm dinner, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">especially</span> the cutie"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Melson</span>". love that so much, Thanks for current colleagues, gave me a crazy and fantastic K Session, good to see not one quietly sitting down at the sofa, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">haha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">im</span> sure u guys know what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">im</span> saying.Thanks for group of friends, birthday eve = drunk <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">nite</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">thats</span> all i can remember for that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">nite</span>. thanks wailing to prepared 2cakes, ones is replaced last year birthday cakes. too much beers &amp; tears for my eve. Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sis'christine</span>, birthday morning pop up at my house with the lovely cake call "Sweetheart". that is really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">surprise</span> and sweet, seriously the cup cake is really too SWEET to me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">haha</span>. cause i'm a non sweet person. but the "Sweetheart" is i ever had before. Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Babe'kammy</span> &amp; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">yu</span>. i love the "Golden Adidas" so much. ever though it look <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">abit</span> uncle to some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ppl</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">haha</span>. and a simple you with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">simple</span> dinner. Anyway Thanks for everyone to make up my Colour"full 24<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Th</span> birthday! appreciated and love you guys! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">CNY</span> is coming, wish all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ppl</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">ard</span> me have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">wonderful</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">CNY</span> celebration and the most important things is HAPPY ALWAYS! ;p</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8690195680815895705?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-28590907288647853052008-12-30T19:05:00.003+08:002008-12-30T19:28:51.539+08:00for the last few days of 2008, i did a big mistake to someone. its really make my feeling suck...if i could turn back the time, how i wish this never happen. if i could, how i wish I'm the one who's get hurt. if i could, how i wish i really could! i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> know how to make the explanation on that, cause I'm scare that will come <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">worst and worst</span>. Im sorry, sorry, and sorry!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-2859090728864785305?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-4868511627075365142008-10-30T00:01:00.004+08:002008-10-30T00:44:28.798+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">想起那小小的自己，迷失在小小公园里。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">心里那大大的害怕，紧握着小小冰淇淋。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在那大大的人群中，寻找着那小小曙光。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当手中的冰淇淋不停不停的在融化；</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">期待着未知何时会来临的一道曙光。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">小小的信念与坚持仍顽强到最后。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">小小成了大大世界的大大，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">偶尔大大仍迷失在公园里，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可那大大的信念与坚持为何在现在看来是那么的小之又小。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">是开始忘了期待还是逐渐的在融化?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-486851162707536514?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-75198904825104627882008-10-12T22:13:00.006+08:002008-10-21T00:02:55.664+08:00<div align="center">210908, after the 13 hours flight time, finally i had arrived this amazing city Paris, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">France</span>. due to company training, i got the chances to visit there. at first, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I've</span> really nervous about the trip, cause this is my really 1st time to travel alone. when i was at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">paris</span> airport, i had decided go to my hotel by train. luckily i did had some map with me, but really need some time to figure out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">paris</span> train line. at last i found my hotel. after check-in my room, put down my luggage. then bring along my map to start my 1st day journey at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">paris</span>. i took a train to the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chatelet</span>" station, cause i want to visit a place that i like so much since ever i watched the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Da</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">vinci</span>" movie, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">alot</span> people know about the place, "The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Louvre</span> Museum". amazing building, amazing painting, amazing pyramid and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">of cause</span> the amazing "Mona Lisa". the museum is really impressed me during the journey<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0Cd_zdI/AAAAAAAAADw/8-R21mLX6GM/s1600-h/DSC05254_copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273405203697106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0Cd_zdI/AAAAAAAAADw/8-R21mLX6GM/s320/DSC05254_copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> pyramid with me.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0OwIu_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXnhVLdYhtI/s1600-h/DSC05252_copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273408501005298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0OwIu_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXnhVLdYhtI/s320/DSC05252_copy.JPG" border="0" /></a>LOUIS XIV<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0QD1a9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mnZgEgMDwO8/s1600-h/DSC05264_copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273408852061138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0QD1a9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mnZgEgMDwO8/s320/DSC05264_copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0tVIC9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m35T4FxRtPA/s1600-h/DSC05297_copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273416709213138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII0tVIC9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m35T4FxRtPA/s320/DSC05297_copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII03ltAZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4vZ_1JfOXGk/s1600-h/DSC05338_copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273419463098770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPII03ltAZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4vZ_1JfOXGk/s320/DSC05338_copy.JPG" border="0" /></a>after spend few hours with The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Louvre</span>, continues my journey to Eiffel Tower. actually from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">The</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Louvre</span> to Eiffel Tower is some distance, but i still decided walked to there. pass through few place more like, Museum <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">d'Orsay</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Assemble</span> National and etc. kind of enjoy walking at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">paris</span> street, listening at Joanne Wang "Let's start from here" while discovered the streets. not that bad travel alone actually, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">haha</span>!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275936931499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPILHZ48TDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nE4WJrbviAM/s320/DSC05376_copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275939146640674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPILHiJErSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HIZ1Lt_DT_s/s320/DSC05397_copy.JPG" border="0" />here is Eiffel Tower and me<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275945640807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPILH6VZzFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iXvZtuoVuWA/s320/DSC05424_copy.JPG" border="0" />Charles <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Gaulle</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275946661992562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPILH-I32HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-00r0iM4c9s/s320/DSC05783_copy.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Sacre</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Coeur</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279448581677362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPIOTzzloTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zYjJ9QjsvHw/s320/DSC05970_copy.JPG" border="0" />Opera <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Garnier</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275950216290402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPILILYSIGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P4x_cr7-Nwg/s320/DSC05963_copy.JPG" border="0" />La 'Opera <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279455018640738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPIOULyR5WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0HnNqMFKCig/s320/DSC05988_copy.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Notre</span>-Dame<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279456980380706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPIOUTF_rCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dl8QJyDwttc/s320/DSC05994_copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279457095578466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SPIOUThdc2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/GnWtVKBzNWM/s320/DSC06004_copy.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-7519890482510462788?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-66075126313895243142008-09-15T22:49:00.015+08:002009-03-02T19:47:10.495+08:00<div align="center">290808, thanks to our leader MR"Calvin" who has organised another trip to Melacca for us! As usual he didn't managed to get a room from Puri Hotel. So made our stay at Phoenix AGAIN. Basically we are fine with that, considering the nice location and the most important thing is our favourite "friends cafe". There's a cool and comfortable place. For me, I've fall in love with this 2 cute "friends" haha...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264823126253730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM56D4wRYKI/AAAAAAAAACo/LwksDlc05iY/s320/DSC04995.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268269600321010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM59Mf3uLfI/AAAAAAAAACw/nPx_tGrVQeE/s320/DSC04998_copy.JPG" border="0" />Love this picture, took from somewhere around the Red House.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269487338787570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM5-TYTMkvI/AAAAAAAAADA/U2dFjno6rTc/s320/DSC05051_copy.JPG" border="0" />We found a nice korean cafe in Jonker Street, I'm sure you have been wondering how special is this cafe. Look carefully at the picture! Yes, we are having drinks and FISHSPA at the same time. Isn't that cool? And the good thing is the FISHSPA is totally FOC. haha...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6B-8MIavI/AAAAAAAAADo/b79pNL39m24/s1600-h/Melaka+045_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273534242089714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6B-8MIavI/AAAAAAAAADo/b79pNL39m24/s320/Melaka+045_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Seems like my foot are quite clean, that's why not many fishes come to me, Jenme is the winner of that day, which means she is the "dirty queen". haha.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6BgJ54JHI/AAAAAAAAADg/kmXoTR_in2k/s1600-h/Melaka+047_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273005347677298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6BgJ54JHI/AAAAAAAAADg/kmXoTR_in2k/s320/Melaka+047_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246272182876834386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6AwR9jClI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zd7v5VE5MK0/s320/Melaka+015_copy.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268571160684354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM59eDRUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/VW7K0CJOuPA/s320/DSC05026_copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246272615510508754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6BJdpdBNI/AAAAAAAAADY/bVqM17deJSI/s320/Melaka+056_copy.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246271715947871874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SM6AVGhAfoI/AAAAAAAAADI/EeUBTYaxh18/s320/DSC05107_copy.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-6607512631389524314?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-57996482826666136152008-08-13T01:19:00.007+08:002008-08-19T01:15:23.534+08:00<div align="center">My first attempt joining a <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><strong></strong> free movie screening held by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Advertlets</span> on <strong>WALL·E</strong> at One Utama.</div><div align="center">Thanks for the invitation by Chris! The story line of this movie was really unexpected.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Other then the great 3D effect, cute animation and waste awareness, there's a hidden love story. Which means, robots has feelings too.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">"For seven hundreds of lonely years all alone in a planet named The Earth, a waste collecter robotic named "<strong>WALL·E</strong>" has been collecting waste for his entire life. Until he finally meets another robotic call "<strong>EVE</strong>".....<br />reminds me of Adam and Eve. Other then that find out yourself in the cinema ya!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The part where he's left all alone reminds me another nice movie "<strong>I AM LEGEND</strong>" starring Will Smith. Can you imagine one day you are left all alone in this world? It's a no no for me, human without love is just like another living thing without feelings.<br /></div><div align="center">But, pure love of "<strong>WALL·E</strong>" might be more sentimental than a human.</div><div align="center">Maybe should I say, human without love is just a another thing other then "robot"! haha...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SKHGKSXKAyI/AAAAAAAAACY/2zaJZ9Ftjvc/s1600-h/wall-e-poster3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233682122011181858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SKHGKSXKAyI/AAAAAAAAACY/2zaJZ9Ftjvc/s400/wall-e-poster3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233682271887793426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SKHGTAshnRI/AAAAAAAAACg/ArNW5VuPDYg/s400/wall-e_3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-5799648282666613615?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-7256178996468411492008-08-08T00:34:00.005+08:002008-08-19T00:59:37.350+08:00<div align="center"><strong>adidas x Hellboy II launch @ Originals Store, Pavilion KL<br /><br /></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.streething.com/archives/category/adidas/hell-boy-ii"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678197045621954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SKHCl0ucdMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zRWiQzvrQ1w/s400/adidashellboy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.streething.com/archives/category/adidas/hell-boy-ii">http://www.streething.com/archives/category/adidas/hell-boy-ii</a><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-725617899646841149?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-64777881262171494612008-08-08T00:05:00.004+08:002008-08-19T01:05:35.469+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Finally, I've got my shoe shipped all the way from US. Hehe.... I fall in love with it so much.<br />It's a 2 in 1 brand. What more can I say, AWESOME !!!<br /><br />Took me so much time to go looking and calling around to all the outlets just to get my hands on this pair of shoe but, all was out of stock with a limited of the shoe size. That is why is oredered in through online. It's the pleasure and the temptation of having a pair. I'm satisfied......<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf41UaZAI/AAAAAAAAABo/T2qm__4nkDo/s1600-h/DSC04539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231810453366793218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf41UaZAI/AAAAAAAAABo/T2qm__4nkDo/s320/DSC04539.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf5KkxwKI/AAAAAAAAABw/NEMOQtxWJg0/s1600-h/DSC04543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231810459072577698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf5KkxwKI/AAAAAAAAABw/NEMOQtxWJg0/s320/DSC04543.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf5reHZuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JH9cy72QwrU/s1600-h/DSC04527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231810467903006434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SJsf5reHZuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JH9cy72QwrU/s320/DSC04527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Now you know why I must have it ???<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-6477788126217149461?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-81390527393044414122008-06-16T23:44:00.001+08:002008-10-30T00:45:23.664+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">每年这季节都把我带到那永远都回不去的回忆里。<br />回忆的美好与否或许再也不是你我所在乎的重点？<br />但它却是即能安抚又能让你遍体鳞伤的一种毒药。<br />那讽刺又嘲笑的耳语无时无刻在警惕着你的无情。<br />有人说原谅是种获得，是他的固执还是我的执著！<br />也有人说麻木的憎恨是种麻醉又迷失自己的深渊，<br />那又是我的执着还是他的活该！</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8139052739304441412?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-41801947908822126412008-06-15T20:57:00.002+08:002008-06-21T02:21:57.643+08:00<div align="center">Keeping my "Lobster" in fresh! haha!</div><div align="center">Luv this picture.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212092019679312946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SFUSE7miPDI/AAAAAAAAABg/zacqrdO5eQI/s320/Nike+Lobster_low.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-4180194790882212641?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-70225912021335126272008-06-10T00:21:00.013+08:002008-06-21T02:21:29.727+08:00<div align="center">Finally, I had decided what to write for my first entry. And of cause it must be something that is special enough to have this honourable first entry. Here it is. Let me tell a little story dated back on the 16/05/04.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209933186861324226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1moUpjV8I/AAAAAAAAABA/LXRKlEFJeLY/s320/tt+056.jpg" border="0" /> A little so called monster was born from "somewhere". Somewhere which means places maybe like from MARS !!! Pathetic eh ??? The reason why I said so is because he's a destroyer. Always destroying all my things with his sharp little tooth.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209930628079914658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1kTYchjqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gpx6a9guxhg/s320/tt+Killer.jpg" border="0" />This is what I called sharp little tooth. Or maybe perhaps he's from the 19th Century, The Dinosaurs Century. He can never stop hunger for food. Any kind of food that is taste better then his own dog food, but still McDonald's is still his favourite.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934528634908946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1n2bJTcRI/AAAAAAAAABI/EKt4Ma32t1Q/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" />Hehehe....but most of the time he has been very loyal to me, he has been staying by my side when I'm down, lonely, angry, busy...... &amp; etc's in each and every moments of my day. That is why people said "Dog's are men's best friend" which it had proven to be true.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209932277604608706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1lzZZ26sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q33eaH6aSmU/s320/tt+n+me.jpg" border="0" /> Thank you and I love you so much, my dearest son TT !!! You had always been the best.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209936200998402770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1pXxL1OtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U-MBtR90HJw/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" />Anyway, is time for bed TT, nitez to everyone!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209937760454509970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1qyinJBZI/AAAAAAAAABY/F1p9LKoVPRw/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" />ZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzz<span style="font-size:85%;">zzzzzzz.........</span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LlaOdzhbis/SE1lPIay_QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0WEvRATMmYk/s1600-h/tt+n+me.jpg"></a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-7022591202133512627?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472912043143758560.post-86037100633336267572008-06-09T20:52:00.000+08:002008-06-09T21:02:15.007+08:00Here I am starting my very own blog, having a little part of my life to be shared to the whole world. Having the urge to start blogging since now is part of the trend. Well, that's all for now. More entry's will be updated soon.<br /><br />And not forgetting, thanks to my sis, <a href="http://sweet-lil-devilish.blogspot.com/">Christine</a> for helping me to edit the layout. =P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472912043143758560-8603710063333626757?l=colourfullofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403468388940196943noreply@blogger.com0