it been quite a long time i didnt write my blog..... The reason is my busy with my stuff.... Yesterday i finished all my presentation and sketch... Today i already finished all my test.... What that means? That mean FINAL EXAM coming soon >< OH MY GOD!!!! The time run very fast then i aspect..... After end of the FINAL..... I'm going to proceed my DEGREE soon ^^
Thanks you because willing waiting for me Thanks you because always help me Thanks you because willing to accompany me Thanks you willing to listen my problems Thanks you for your kindness Thanks you because willing to talk to me Thanks you for teaching me a lot of things in my life Thanks you for treat me like yours sister Thanks you for like me Thanks you for everything.....
You are one of my important person in my heart I really appreciated everything u done for me Hope one day i really can help u back..... Just call me or tell me if u have anything want me to help u..... I'm here to lend u shoulder if u feel sad.... I'm so lucky to have u as my friend and brother..... Love you too..... THANKS YOU !!!!
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.