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UF Campus

C.V.S

I have always gotten what I wish for, but it seems I soon loose them due to my stubborn attitude. Some names sometimes remind one from a whole world indeed. So does CVS for me. When I pass by one, I can barely look, since I could see something that I have always dreamed about. No matter how vigilant one might try to be, he could make mistakes since he doesn’t open his eyes. He might have let others see, feel, watch, and talk for him. It’s simple and effective for him but never works. It effects him, and it would certainly effect the life of his closed and loved ones. Sometimes one might want to possess something; however, he is simply not qualified despite his willingness. So I should work harder. That’s the only thing I could say now. God watches over me. Change yourself if you want to change your destiny.

Statue

above, UF’s campus
Sometimes, as a child, I used to wonder what it takes individuals to have statues built in their honor. As I would look, I would promise myself one day mine, too, would be an encouraging symbol for others to pursue excellence in their life time. Today, that childhood hope seems to be an unrealistic dream, for , as an adult, at least I can understand and appreciate how hard it is to be acceptable by the majority of people.

Local Band

above, UF’s main library.
Tonight, walking on campus, I realized some crowd were gathered in front of the Reitz Union. It didn’t take me too long to realize that they were gathered to hear a new local band. I walked away toward downtown thinking what kind of food I like to eat tonight. As usuall, Chinese food was the first choice. I believe I will someday learn how to speak Chinese fluently if I keep eating their food.

Two companions

Two companions where traveling through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, so one slapped the other in the face. The one who was slapped without saying anything wrote in the sand: today, my best friend slapped me in the face. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped was stuck in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: today, my best friend saved my life. The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why is it so?” He replied, “When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
From an E-mail received from a friend of mine.

Unpleasant Feeling

It’s such a strange and an unpleasant feeling when you wake up one early morning and think you are in a different place, even a planet; in a location which you don’t belong to, or even worse, you feel like a stranger. You blame it in on yourself or the destiny. I remember while ago, I was in a point to ponder where I was, or why I were there. I could never answer it, yet what seemed so weird was my unexpected presence in such a place. Walking on campus, I looked up at the American flag, which was flying at half mast in honor of President Reagan’s death, and could hardly imagine that I was finally part of this society. ar maybe I was wrong. I still don’t belong…