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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:yingchow.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/</id><title>A Little Present</title><link rel="self" href="http://yingchow.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yingchow.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-07T17:03:53+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:yingchow.blog.co.uk,2008-04-02:/2008/04/02/worries-3988376/</id><title>Worries</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yingchow.blog.co.uk/2008/04/02/worries-3988376/"/><author><name>yingchow</name></author><published>2008-04-02T23:22:32+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:22:32+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;1. Father is always my big worry. I really want him to stop playing games. Outstanding rent and Business rates -- how can i afford all of them. But we really have to pay.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2. 'HE' -- will he come back this week again? I really miss him. I want to talk to him, I want to love him, I want to hold him...... But what would he react if he knows everything about me? Or the better he never come again. But, again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3. About my visa. Nothing to say about it.
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	&lt;p&gt;Hardly staying at home today, suddenly I think about the different things happened in the past two years ---- what a sigh! It is just like a movie, but a movie is just a record of everybody's life. There is no an official saying that movie is supposed to be full of excitment or drama, but it contains every bit of speechless emotion. I wish I could disply my movie to everyone of my friends when I finish my objective of staying at Britian.
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