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aileenie · Posted: Tue 15:03, 19 Apr 2011 Post subject: A game a dream

that day, the QQ signature changed to
recent somehow, always thinking the meaning of this short life. Crying with came into the world, other people's cry in the ashes disappear in the vastness of the universe. Happy with is life, the pain was also a life of wealth and a life, poor and lowly is life, what I want to want anything else?
life is a game of this dream, everyone is the protagonist of his life, while others just passing only companions!
feeling more and more not care at all, I do not know do not care about the virtue of tolerance is a secular or a sleek.

one day talk with someone on the Q, I said I do not care about anything [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for many more With a lot of things I have to look at the attitude of understanding.
someone said with a smile Is smooth? He did not understand!
In fact, only I know, life is short, I really do not want to care about. Who knows afterlife Hainengbuneng reunion, even if the reunion, it must be the other two people, two people is different from this world.
Since I can not change other people credit for the mental, then I can do is change their mindset so that they are more indifferent.

perhaps, when their hard work in disguise from appropriation by others, I had a moment of unhappiness, but that day I felt distinctly relieved his lapse of change that those so-called fantasy labor of any use to me, which may have their own efforts, however, if the good of others, I am dedicated to the TA, why not?
, perhaps to this state, it really do not care. Smiling face of all, smiling face of injustice.
around became more and more harmonious atmosphere, more and more tolerant because of their easy-going.

In fact, the people live a long time to understand who is sincere and who is hypocritical. Some very good surface for you, praise you like you, it is not true; some seemingly preoccupied, but it is true to the outpouring, TA will care about that little reputation [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a bad heart and no water. Want to understand this point, will suddenly open-minded their own, and on into a higher realm.

organize computer documents, there are many words not a sentence, sentence fragments of the fragmentation of unwritten, I call this the fault of my thoughts.
a day, even to ask another colleague, ye see if infrequently updated his blog, he said with a smile, also lacks meaning to write more, write more words will become garbage.
I also smile, so a
many things are treasures in their own hearts, to see the eyes of others is even more dismissive of waste in their hearts. Perhaps a few years later, those who have eyes will become treasures in their own waste [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then a few years later, people passed away, the garbage flooding. How many will like, such as inheritance Yuan Tang and Song?
So, determined not to create it under the word garbage, but in this rare sunny day and Oncidium bud, I do not know right or wrong, that is should not?

doubt age, but more than a dash of confusion. Long years away from the absurd, but that want to indulge your mood often inundated, inhibition and suppression, it seems as though the more the more inhibited state of mind share out of my heart to the sea.

LAF homes became a good place I visited frequently, and Juan and legislation, and friends many years ago, and even Iron Man.
Candle swaying, I think the feelings of love, then recovered, would share the care of every possible detail of the tender, but Jinxi He Xi, the relative two wallowing in the mundane wife eighteen years, and That speculation is no longer thinking about how to please each other's psychology of men and women. Still whisper, but it is no longer the love of words, and more children is complicated crushing homemade.
suddenly felt so good! Originally, what kind of age, what kind of mood. To now [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there he let me have a romance, and his lips make me smile often reveal fantastic, along the way, I had to be content and happy! I also really contented and happy!

weekend, to the upper floors covered with soft carpets, deep red, warm. Imagine a sunny weekend, I sat on the floor, run a book, with the sun on my body, laxative music, soft warm, so soft and warm my heart.

not seen the sun for several days, when the ray of dawn through the curtains of the gap, my heart jumping up on the inexplicable.

days becoming cooler, the leaves gradually become golden, suddenly took note of Ginkgo biloba is also bordered by a layer of Phnom Penh, had a small fan-shaped leaves that are infected from the beginning edge of autumn prints.
recess, I still like to lean on the railing watching the campus landscape, the sweet osmanthus is still curl Nana, get involved on the point of cool, but somehow I do not know from the smell when and where a Department of thoughts, as if coming from the ancient times, but also like to know the future. Kapok is enchanting bloom, favorite flowers and the feeling of a tree, so that always gives me time to sort of trance, I do not regret not to take advantage of the past, perhaps I am more confident that everything is fate.

If life is a game is really a dream, I wish I could be happy in the game do I wish I was a dream, until the end of the game until the wake, I will take to meet the peace The smile never sleep, and sink into another dream I do not know, there am I in past lives, where my life afterlife!

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