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Name: Ciana
Country: United States
Metro: New York City
Gender: Female
Interests: musics,movies,traveling,
reading,snapshot,shopping,
concerts,opera,museums,
advantures,making friends,arts
Expertise: undecided
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  cattibelly
MSN: dan_gwo@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/2/2005
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| wow, it is another long gap.
Tonight, after I said hi to an old friend, i suddenly felt something beautiful in our life.
Two people, choosing to hold hands with each other at the beginning, have gotten closer and closer. Just like milk and coffee, once poured, two things become one perfect thing.
We have chosen to be touched, to be understood, to be loved...Some people are lucky, because things have been right from the beginning. Time goes by, just like adding a layer of glue, making the connection steadier. Time, being somehow an evidence of life and love, keeps telling us things are going to be more mature and fruitful.
I am lucky. I have no complain. Maybe it is not all about luck, fate, destinies etc. How can it be?
Happiness has no a definition, as long as we are happy.
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| It took me so long to finally get back here. A place that gives me some warmth.
When I go here, I have something in mind and to say.
Everyone needs to grow. Looking back, looking way back to the past makes me realize how we are all growing.
Different places...different faces...different people make us very different.
We are from a common original point to all places scattered in the world.
I have grown. Some of us have grown.
Is it always the case that the most beautiful thing is something that we've never possessed?
Perhaps.
The old story is just like a story that continues with dot dot dot...and never ends.
When I come to a point that need to use my ten fingers to count the years that have passed, is that a really beautiful story?
I know no one can ever understand me and my story. Just no one.
Memories sometimes are just like ripples. Can go far far away and big big enough to break the stillness.
Best wishes, your story is beautiful.
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| 今年的冬天会很冷, 很长吧...
两年前不是也一样吗...
这一次已经是很多次了...
总希望是最后一次...
坚持的还是改不了...
真希望有一天你真的会明白...
我也不想,
舍弃了温暖
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hehe..crystal kitten. June 10th 2008. Fat hon got into wall street career program. im just happy! yes!
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| Life
Today when I left the office it was 6:30. I was almost the last one left that place, expcet those MD and VPs. One of my bosses left before 5. Then I had to go to post-office to send out mails. Long line waiting. After I got out of the post-office, on the way to subway station, I got in a Mcdonalds. I ordered a big fries and a larger coke to go. I was hungry and tired. I really want something to chill my body. I was eating it on the street and later in the subway. In the shaking R train, sitting next to me was a black lady eating salad, I was holding the coking and dipping fries in the ketchup at the same time. I felt myself kind of misrable. What I did at work for more than 9 hours a day? Finals are all coming up. Eating Mcdonalds in the subway. They gave me tons of things to do(crap things), left earlier than me, not appreciate but even complain?! I am just a student, man!
BUT, i should think positively. I might be still luckier than a lot of people. So I take it. It will be just a part of my life experience. Years later, when I will be able to work in the north tower, I may appreciate the experience I had in the subway eating Mcdonalds. | | |
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