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| Happy times in Taiwan -
with the ppl i looove to death (some of them).
mom before her belly-dancing performance
jen the ginger spice during talent show
mca alumni reception - me, grace, becca, judy, tracy
peter, lawrence, me, tracy, chu-en. haven't seen these ppl forever!
after the reception - peggy, me, mei, judy
lovely sis
dad, mom, jen 'n i having tea up on the mountains
at "dan-shui"
78-2
omg i already reached the photo limit?! this is ridiculous. i still have so many to post :(
anyway, now i'm back in champaign to finish packing all my stuff. then i'm off to new york and finally never coming back.
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| Snowbabies
On tiny sleds the slide
Down icy hills they go
They laugh and sing together
As they frolic in the snow.
And while they're busy playing
Throughout the frosty day
They hope the winter sunshine
Won't melt them all away.
Tonight I Want To Cry
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
I thought that being strong meant never losing self-control.
But I'm just drunk enough
To let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I want to cry. | | |
| "Most true is that 'beauty is in the eye of the gazer.'"
"He made me love him without looking at me."
"I need not sell my soul to buy bliss."
"For never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love."
"There are also ladies and gentlemen of another fashion, not so new, but very elegant, who have agreed to put a smooth glaze on the world, and to keep down all its realities. For whom everything must be languid and pretty. Who have found out the perpetual stoppage. Who are to rejoice at nothing, and be sorry for nothing."
"She had given him her hand, in an indifferent way that seemed habitual to her, and spoke in a correspondingly indifferent manner, though in a very pleasant voice. She was as graceful as she was beautiful; perfectly self-possessed; and had the air, I thought, of being able to attract and interest any one, if she had thought it worth her while."
"And now, upon my lady's picture over the great chimney-piece, a weird shade falls from some old tree, that turns it pale, and flutters it, and looks as if a great arm held a veil or hood, watching an opportunity to draw it over her. Higher and darker rises shadow on the wall - now a red gloom on the ceiling - now the fire is out."
"I was very happy, very thankful, very hopeful; but I cried very much."
"Late in the afternoon, when she next appears upon the staircase, she is in her haughtiest and coldest state. As indifferent as if all passion, feeling, and interest, had been worn out in the earlier ages of the world, and had perished from its surface with its other departed monsters."
"What is public life without private ties?"
"And, even to the point of his sinking on the ground, oblivious of his suffereng, he can yet pronounce her name with something like distinctness in the midst of those intrusive sounds, and in a tone of mourning and compassion rather than reproach." | | |
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