The New Baby

January 9th, 2010   by Justin

Mr.and Mrs.Taylor had a seven year old boy named Pat.Now Mrs.Taylor was expecting another child.
Pat had seen babies in other people's houses and had not liked them very much，so he was not delighted about the news that there was soon going to be one in his house too.
One evening Mr.and Mrs.Taylor were making plans for the baby's arrival.“This house won't be big enough for us all when the baby comes，”said Mr.Taylor.
Pat came into the room just then and said，“What are you talking about？”“We were saying that we'll have to move to an other house now，because the new baby's coming，”his mother answered.
“ It's no use，”said Pat hopelessly.“ He'll follow us there.”

Thoughts on love and Happiness

December 31st, 2009   by Justin

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person,we will know how to be grateful for that gift.When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but oftentimes we like so long at the closed door that we don''t know what we''ve got until we lose it ,but it''s also true that we don''t know what we''ve been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they''ll love you back!Don''t wait for love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if doesn''t,be content it grows in yours.It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don''t go for looks; they cheat. Don''t go for wealth; even that fades away,Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go ;be what you want to be,because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do .
The happiest people don''t necessrily have the best of everything;they just make the most of everything that comes along.Happiness exists for those who cry,those who are hurt,those who have searched,and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.
Love begins with a smile,grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can''t get on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born,you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.Live your life so that when you die ,you''re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
Please send this message to those who mean something to you,to those who make you smile when you really need it ,to those who have touched you life in some way or another,to those who make you see the bright side of things when you are really down.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,enough trials to make you strong,enough sorrow to make you human,enough hope to make you happy.

A Dying Man's Favorite Cookies

December 25th, 2009   by Justin

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
Stay out of those, she said, they're for the funeral.

The Joy of Living

December 18th, 2009   by Justin

        Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask. People who have this joy do not need to talk about it; they radiate it. They just live out their joy and let it splash its sunlight and glow into other lives as naturally as bird sings.

　　We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at something higher. It is a byproduct of great, simple living. The joy of living comes from what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.

Opponent

December 9th, 2009   by Justin

You are my adversary, but you are not my enemy.

For your resistance gives me strength.

You will give me courage.

Your spirit ennobles me.

And though I aim to defeat you, should I succeed, I will not humiliate you.

Instead, I will honor you.

For without you, I am a lesser man.

The difference between love and like

December 4th, 2009   by Justin

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster, but in front of the person you like, you get happy.

In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring, but in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.

If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush, but if you look into the eyes of the person you like, you smile.

If front of the person you love, you can’t say everything on your mind, but in front of the person you like, you can.

In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy, but in front of the person you like, you can show your own self.

You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love, but you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.

When the one you love is crying, you cry with him, but when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.

The feeling of love starts from the eye, and the feeling of like starts from the ears.

So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears. But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a teardrop and remains in your heart forever after.

I Want You Back

November 24th, 2009   by bokezu

Don't Want You Back
You hit me faster than a shark attack
You saw my picture on the Backstreet's Back alright
And you were more than just a pretty face
And how you fooled me im still amazed babe
But I should have known that I would be
Another victim of your sexuality
But now we're done and over with (ha ha ha)
(don't don't want you back)
Don't you back
Cuz your no good for me I know
That's all I can say
Don't want you back
Forgive my honesty
But ya gotta go
I I dont want you back
You started going out wit' so called friends
But i was blinded so I lost all common sense
But there were things that made me realize (realize)
Like all one hundred no- thousand lies
Don't want you back
Cuz your no good for me I know
That's all I can say
Don't want you back
Forgive my honesty
But ya gotta go (yea-heah)
I I don't you back-no
I I dont want you back
(that's right)
Baby don't bother tellin' me your reasons why
Just let us sing this story bout' you and I
Don't want you back
That's all I know
-Don't want cha back- don't want cha back-
All I can say
Don't want you back you know ya gotta go
Don't you back
Cuz your no good for me I know (Don't want cha back)
That's all I can say
Don't want you back
Forgive my honesty
But ya gotta go (got to go)
I I dont want you back-
Don't want you back
That's all I know
That's all I can say
Don't want you back
Don't want you back
You know you gotta go
I I don't want you back

Rush

November 18th, 2009   by Justin

     Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?

I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.

Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.

What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!

You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?

A GREETING

November 16th, 2009   by Justin

Good morning, Life— and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend—
His spending has no end.
Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds messure high,
Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes,
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green fields of flowers.
Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk—
Be't calico or silk,
Good morning, Life— and all
Things glad and beautiful.

Spring goeth all in white --Robert Bridges

November 13th, 2009   by Justin

Spring goeth all in white,
crowned with milk-white may;
in fleecy flocks of light,
o'er heaven the white clouds stray;
white butterflies in the air;
white daisies prank the ground;
the cherry and hoary pear,
scatter their snow around.