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You and me.....It's real

candy417 — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:28:53 GMT

You and me.....It's real

My face in this eyes

candy417 — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 13:40:25 GMT

My face in this eyes

My face in this eyes, thine in mine appears. and true plain hearts do in the faces rest, whatever dies was not mixed equally, if our two loves be one, or thou and I love so alike, that none can slacken none can die.你眼中我的脸，我眼中的你的脸，真正的赤诚的心是在无尽的脸中，无论死去的是什么，都不是均等的混合，如果我们两份爱汇成一起，而且你与我的爱永不减退，爱永不消逝。

boy and girl

candy417 — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 12:08:32 GMT

boy and girl

A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.They loved each other a lot.. Girl:" Slow down a little.. I'm scared.." Boy: "No, it's so fun.." Girl: "Please... it's so scary.." Boy: "Then say that you love me.." Girl: "Fine..I love you..Can you slow down now?" Boy: "Give me a big hug.."The girl gave him a big hug. Girl: "Now can you slow down?" Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and?It's bothering me while I drive." The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. a motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived... The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her,put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself... Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.uncomfortable and?It's bothering me while I drive." The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. a motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived... The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her,put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself... Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

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candy417 — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 12:19:13 GMT

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Why do you so love is not love some of the many losers are doomed, is not it disappear from your side I would not love so painful

Relish the Moment

candy417 — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 05:59:16 GMT

Relish the Moment

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.