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Spring
A Poem

Spring in the flowers came to farmers
Playing the game of “balance the flowers”
Running next to the sunset
Throwing more and more flowers
Turned into night and went back home

Spring in the grass field
Two farmers playing the game of “balance the flowers”
Running to the sunset
Throwing more and more flowers
The day turned into night
Its time to go home

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— Gabriel Zhu, 7 years old (My brother!)
"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother"
— Abraham Lincoln

I don’t like it when people hear the things they want to hear and see the things they want to see.

A person needs patience before speaking; think about the next words coming out of the mouth.

My very good friend Kanye once said, “Uh, And I heard ‘em say, nothing ever promised tomorrow today.”

So please, Carpe Diem

Just my thoughts before I end this Thanksgiving vacation.

flickflickflicker: (via balboa) laughed too hard at this. am still laughing too hard at this.

flickflickflicker:

(via balboa)

laughed too hard at this.

am still laughing too hard at this.

xmaj:

samji:

From this Thanksgiving break and UC app submitting week, you can tell a lot about a person from their tumblr and facebook statuses.

I think people give away too much of themselves over the lovely global portal called the internet, and more recently than ever, that’s a huge turnoff.

“Keeping it real” needs a new definition.

correct me if i’m wrong, but i think what sam’s trying to say is:

LESS QQ ABOUT COLLEGE APPS EVERYBODY HAS TO DO IT

and enjoy your break.

Jeff you read me too well. ;)

Spot on about your post. And adding to that, everyone is QQ about procrastination too.

Jesus christ, most of us are 17 turning 18. We’re almost about to vote, leave the house and study away from home.

It’s a goddamn shame if all that Mission San Jose has taught us is to cry about bad grades and not getting homework done.

Sack your shit up and take some responsibility, because no one wants to hear about it.

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