tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74089469417075774892011-07-08T21:32:24.110+08:00Life is a chain. All things are related. When any link is harmed, the other links are affected. We should think of the environment as our mother. There is no crime worse than harming one's mother. -Daisaku Ikeda-A Curious Learnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855147374244504087noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408946941707577489.post-13489392405693549922010-02-14T14:23:00.000+08:002010-02-14T14:23:32.520+08:00I will change the blog to <a href="http://chaptersofalivingsoul.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-1-new-beginning.html">http://chaptersofalivingsoul.blogspot.com/</a>. This blog is no longer available a month from now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408946941707577489-1348939240569354992?l=trailsofthesilentspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Curious Learnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855147374244504087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408946941707577489.post-22230673807858879142009-07-24T20:56:00.003+08:002009-07-25T13:46:12.365+08:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">It's breezy tonight,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">The wind is blowing to the right,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">The night sky is clear and charming,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">And it's perfect for a star gazing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">It's breezy tonight,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">The Betelguese sparkles from an amazing height,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Today is really a bad day,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Feel like wanna hurl that misfortune away.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">It's breezy tonight,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">The pearl of the night is shining bright,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Just me gazing with nobody beside,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">It's indeed tonight a lonely night.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408946941707577489-2223067380785887914?l=trailsofthesilentspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Curious Learnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855147374244504087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408946941707577489.post-58571808679890758982008-07-05T12:31:00.002+08:002009-06-16T20:10:10.985+08:00<em><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Life is beautiful but sometimes, it may be ugly. When we are happy and joyed, we will feel that the life is beautiful, full of flowers. But when we are sad, surround by sorrow, we certainly will think that life is ugly and meaningless. Ironic isn't it? Life is full of challenges and obstacles for us to overcome. You may be right to say that the God fills our life with those, but have you think that some of them are made by ourselves? Every time when somebody meets each other, they will certainly end up by saying "goodbye" or "farewell". Weird isn't it? In our life, there are protagonists and antagonists around us. Of course, you will think that protagonists functioned as helpers and supporters in our life while antagonists are backstabbers and will ruin our life. But, have you ever think that antagonists can help us to improve? Have you ever think that antagonists can help us to improve better? Have you ever think that the so-called good friend may be betraying us from behind? Have you ever think that humans will change? Friendship exists but does not last long. Sometimes we must be independent in order to continue living in this world. In William Shakespeare's poem, "Life's Brief Candle", it's true that life is like a play. When our life begins, the play starts, but when our life ends, the play ends as well...</span></em><br /><em> </em><br /><em> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" >LIFE'S BRIEF CANDLE by William Shakespeare</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-size:100%;">To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,</span></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Creeps in this petty pace from day to day</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> To the last syllable of recorded time,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> And all our yesterdays have lighted fools</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> And then is heard no more; it is a tale</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Signifying nothing</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408946941707577489-5857180867989075898?l=trailsofthesilentspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Curious Learnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855147374244504087noreply@blogger.com1