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aimilee

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January 22, 2007

Why I am here, I ask myself every now and then. The reason is simple. We everyday are fed up with various kinds of things of sadness, happiness and many other unspeakable details. To balance our health mentally and physically, we need to find an outlet to release those will do harm to our body.  I dream everyday, those untrue scene seems to capture every inch of my body so deeply. I want to escape from the reality, the real world. My way is to stay alone accompanied with only music. Several some choose drugs, some others seek to live in bucolic world, more decide to abandon themselves in the hopes of appealing more care from the society. The last choice is to play the Second Life, a net-game, which has already successfully drew almost everyone's eyeballs in the world. Those who have the same thought crazily joining it and playing it day and night. The game offers them a precious space to play a role in another visionary world. With its growing stronger and stronger, many famous companies, banks also join the game, not for playing, but to have their branches  there. It's a great chance for anyone of them to make a big name and earn large amounts of money for themselves. But I pity for those who squander too much energy and time and money in that unreal world. Time pass away without any consciousness, and life keep going. When we look back we may find there is blank on the road where we spent our youth.

06:19 PM Nov 15 2007

raymond wang
China

how many times i question myself ,what is real , what is true, what am living for , what is eternity.time passes by without any track , life going on with wrinkles climb...the flow of life like a log drifts down through a river  , we never know what  can happen till we got the dead destination .....

Msn:ray51007@hotmail.com 

January 22, 2007

I felt reassured with my Dad's banging the door with shut. He was tired, I was told from his worn-out eyes. He was cold after he stood in the strait room working out an operation for several hours. He is a doctor, owning a private clinic in the small county. He is a good doctor for he treats people in need with the most patience. He smiles, always, and listens to them describing their full story. Anyhow, my family and I don't enjoy the same. He seldom smiles at home. The most usual scene is that he teaches us four gravely the table-manner when we eat together. I don't see it's much useful since what he said is all out of fashion. We no longer sit together to eat in a small table, nor do we have limited to eat. Those are no longer a problem bothering us. There is a great invisible gap between us. He is short-tempered, and that’s the main reason for his suffering high blood pressure. We communicate little everyday for the sake of not to touch a nerve of his disaffection. He does everything according to his own will, he is traditional Chinese man. Though we don’t one hundred percent agree with him, the undeniable truth is that he is my father and, I love him.