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Sunday, March 27, 2005
Nighty night.
A cup of tea after long hours of housekeeping, I am sitting in front of the computer. Several year passed behind me since I came to US, one thing has not been changed much. At night, it has become even harder to get sleep. Aging, someone says so. Is it true?
What do we get after these years? Paper? Degree? Money? Friends? Or what?
It seems only one thing for sure is that our life is passing away, slipping through the fingers, like the falling snow flask in north america. People comes and goes. I am one of them.
What do we get after these years? Paper? Degree? Money? Friends? Or what?
It seems only one thing for sure is that our life is passing away, slipping through the fingers, like the falling snow flask in north america. People comes and goes. I am one of them.
Posted by Me at 11:12 PM.
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