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- zili posted on 01/19/2004
- zili posted on 01/19/2004
- zili posted on 01/19/2004
- zili posted on 01/19/2004
- zili posted on 01/19/2004
- Fengzi posted on 01/19/2004I'm working on a little prolonged project involving the protection mechanism, or lack thereof, of the intangible in the ancient Chinese civilization. Specifically, I would like to have a couple of accounts from any of the reliable historical sources that show how the ancients handled their secret recipes (for example, of traditional Chinese medicine, of cooking, or of martial art). I know such examples must be abundant in our history, but unfortunately, I couldn't lay my fingers on any specific ones, based
- Hermin: A Simple Friend I met Hermin in 1991, our second year at CSU, Fresno. We were the only two Asians staying in Aspen Hall, a quiet, coed dorm on campus. She had a single room, and I shared a double room with a roommate. I didn't have many friends that year in the dorms. My roommate drank too much coffee, watched too much football, and listened to too much country music for us to have anything in common to talk about. I can't remember how Hermin and I first met. I guess it was on the way
- ³ posted on 01/18/2004A Beautiful Rose Does Not Have to Be Thorny Terribly, said you, you missed me, Lost my words, but I know hardly it is just happy. Selfishly, Take my life please! I pray For even the ocean deserves a way to freeze at the summit of its beauty. Who would believe it has been ten days only, You and I have been on this dazzlingly journey, Surprised by what we can say when the other is the company, A beautiful rose, after all, does not have to be thorny?
- ³ posted on 01/18/2004
- zili posted on 01/18/2004
- xw posted on 01/16/2004
- adagio posted on 01/15/2004
- ³ posted on 01/15/2004How Much, You Ask, I Love You How much, you ask, I love you, Inside my chest, no longer, there is anything I can show, The heart is no longer there, It follows you, doesnt matter where you go. Where are we, just two weeks, now brought by this magic boat? Beautiful landscapes never seen, yet somewhere we used to know, A place not plotted on any map, It must be the world, the homeland of mine and your soul. Head on your chest, hands in yours, happily my face glows, Oxygen of life, from you
- xw posted on 01/14/2004Berry Land -- To my twins annual birthday Santa Claus country Arctic Fairy land In its short summer, bright sunshine Shining day and night The light, turns white snow to wildflowers The land - A Berry Land. How many Berries are there? Only the Santa knows But you don't count them with little fingers As you wonder the night stars Let's hum a song together See if you can follow. May you know strawberry? Daily in salad bowl Raspberry and Blackberry Dye the lips blue Cranberry
- maya posted on 01/14/2004
- Jorielle posted on 01/13/2004
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