Today, we have finished our last exam--somewhat the most tough one, I thought that I would be extremely happy after the exam, however, it seems not that case..I felt a kind of lost instead of happiness. What is the matter? Is it that I was working too hard during the exam times, as a result, when the exams were all over, I did not have any goal to achieve now?/ If it really so, then my university life is sad, because my life here only for exams and good marks. If I cannot learn something here, what is the point of having good marks in all my course?/I really feel confuse now...

 

Of Studies

STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment, and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best, from those that are learned. To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need proyning, by study; and studies themselves, do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by ob

Just For You
by True Kermit

I know that your sweet,sencere,and true...I wish I could change...Id do it just for you...

A different face and body...I know this is deep...but my heart soul and spirit...Id really have to keep...

Im sure theres great looking men...all over tha place...you just keep lookin...you'll find the right face...

All of your needs and desires be filled...but my heart soul and spirit...will be ultimantly billed...

Youll both get that feeling of loves tender touch...I just hope you remember...I love you so much...

This is no guilt trip...or to make your mind jog...but to find you your prince charming...without kissing me...the frog.......

AMORETTI, SONNET #75

By Edmund Spenser

1.One day I wrote her name upon the strand,    A

 

Love is a strange factor in this life. It is the most sought after emotion in the world. Unlike wealth, which everyone wants but most can not attain, love is possible for everyone. Yet, there are no lotteries with love as the prize, there is no love banks where you can apply for a loan, there are really (though maybe perhaps) jobs where the salary is measured in love. Love must come on its own and it can leave on its own. If a person abuses the ones that love them, then they can find themselves bankrupt of love. This is reality but let's pretend there is a fantasy place where love is possible in such a way. Would it be as valuable or as wanted or as needed? It seems it would not be so. Some

 

Everyone should have
a friend like you
You are so much fun to be with
And you are such a good person
You crack me up with laughter
And touch my heart with your kindness
You have a wonderful ability
To know when to offer advice
And when to sit in quiet support
Time after time
You've come to my rescue
And brightend so many
Of my routine days
And time after time
I've realized how fortunate
I am that my life includes you
I really do believe that
Everybody should have a friend like you
But so far it looks like
You are one of a kind!

 

Forever friends...

 

Talking about what life means to me, this is really a big question. Life can be dif