tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54338333588268326532024-03-19T05:49:52.141-07:00Ryo+Ta= YoIm From this world.
if you want know me
I will tell you laterRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-33763185718457891832010-05-09T18:04:00.001-07:002010-05-09T18:04:38.256-07:00http://www.flickr.com/photos/50044099@N02/Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-90415853751106870852010-03-30T22:35:00.000-07:002010-03-30T22:42:43.220-07:00視よ今日の服を<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunj9peDah81u2j1E0wX5a1h7d5KhwChUlJq6eDirPzXtVDh46_hv4myslGeTnMH6q0xiadjZFpiTvUc0KsiSTU8gB2O77_qIPb3c2cDn0bsd1rfDPYtMg0frI3API8s8AVrp1veTYboxJ/s1600/DSC_0026-copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunj9peDah81u2j1E0wX5a1h7d5KhwChUlJq6eDirPzXtVDh46_hv4myslGeTnMH6q0xiadjZFpiTvUc0KsiSTU8gB2O77_qIPb3c2cDn0bsd1rfDPYtMg0frI3API8s8AVrp1veTYboxJ/s320/DSC_0026-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454668774273383970" /></a>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-84202936313488458682010-03-30T22:30:00.000-07:002010-03-30T22:32:47.977-07:00白雪姫のあれ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjr87SnJJuITAwYBornmwi78dVp66OREmPLOvdZQIjTrCF6S0uQ0jjF54dVS4nO1Np1_wcjYma4OQqXTmq37kfj621RKCpjhLGjTaKDWv-XujWFQJFzI2BNl8VjVDqomEgpmupcxv1U0E/s1600/upload2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjr87SnJJuITAwYBornmwi78dVp66OREmPLOvdZQIjTrCF6S0uQ0jjF54dVS4nO1Np1_wcjYma4OQqXTmq37kfj621RKCpjhLGjTaKDWv-XujWFQJFzI2BNl8VjVDqomEgpmupcxv1U0E/s320/upload2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454666617145109522" /></a>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-64396648826891971612010-01-06T17:00:00.000-08:002010-01-06T17:06:17.076-08:00Giant WTF<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeU1cy3yEPk_ks1NWPtT47drjZs37hnZ1GhNrdHNOoLUpQZCEWQwtBGX286ogZ8HEp1aEAOdQRTQHipb75y7sHP_wean9KUxw74HxkJ2gwhEoAdUdV6fFkn9821u4aOB_9OuTPKxfZyy5/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeU1cy3yEPk_ks1NWPtT47drjZs37hnZ1GhNrdHNOoLUpQZCEWQwtBGX286ogZ8HEp1aEAOdQRTQHipb75y7sHP_wean9KUxw74HxkJ2gwhEoAdUdV6fFkn9821u4aOB_9OuTPKxfZyy5/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423797453334917474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Title The Viewer</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">There are people who eat the earth and eat all the people on it, like in the Bible with the locusts. And other people who stand around and watch them eat it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; line-height: 23px; "></span>By Lillian Hellman </span></span></div>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-21097004161689307232010-01-06T16:49:00.001-08:002010-01-06T16:58:34.905-08:00nothing to you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngc6EQ96hPgX9n4cKE-lrd1EJ4i_vrJz5A9X2x9BbNAYJsRcSLsPmEviCNK-U5DAcfI4iWvpj2Bkr1jPaRKZW6wcsm7GmGf-5rls9PZe2WyP8yNzcmKrLffbG5tBGXU6YbzG-SteScW34/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngc6EQ96hPgX9n4cKE-lrd1EJ4i_vrJz5A9X2x9BbNAYJsRcSLsPmEviCNK-U5DAcfI4iWvpj2Bkr1jPaRKZW6wcsm7GmGf-5rls9PZe2WyP8yNzcmKrLffbG5tBGXU6YbzG-SteScW34/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423793934654463874" /></a>Title Who Me<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; font-family:'Book Antiqua', serif;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Time has no divisions to mark its passage; there is never a thunderstorm or a blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins, it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Book Antiqua', serif;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Book Antiqua', serif;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">By Thomas Mann</span></span></span></div>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-40929162131031035362010-01-06T16:37:00.000-08:002010-01-06T16:57:55.010-08:00thing doesn't tell truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0y6nVZvE539n1Kc4sUQkXyrNceDsm5HJj1jLY9HUuejnujpfdDk_062LUyEaASYXvPBZuKh5SkuWWbHqH9r8iNy_0nd20ioLCH91XFb-jnNitu0WhqfogkAZHShQ7BsG5Jt29fFxVf4yE/s1600-h/DSC_0349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0y6nVZvE539n1Kc4sUQkXyrNceDsm5HJj1jLY9HUuejnujpfdDk_062LUyEaASYXvPBZuKh5SkuWWbHqH9r8iNy_0nd20ioLCH91XFb-jnNitu0WhqfogkAZHShQ7BsG5Jt29fFxVf4yE/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423791467969782466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">title Puzzle</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nothing puzzles me more than time and space: and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">By Charles Lamb</span></span></span></span></div>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-49274604379792436002009-09-15T21:13:00.000-07:002009-09-15T21:17:00.999-07:00Prologue : produceupcoming<br /><br />99% somethings<br /><br />staring happeningRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-26863562389177709542009-07-08T07:15:00.001-07:002009-07-08T07:24:10.538-07:00somewhere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD2VXNlI6Ou0bQZ_ynGO4Zg9k-NvBMs_X97bdGny51wPlNE2hGCYrl0rMvm4HkH3tevGXQuQraVt38M1Vo-_zkUJRayndbFwnrHiyyqJZt7sX_LESSpl0bpHH32oAjUAn43ZcSpbRbve-/s1600-h/DSC_0661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD2VXNlI6Ou0bQZ_ynGO4Zg9k-NvBMs_X97bdGny51wPlNE2hGCYrl0rMvm4HkH3tevGXQuQraVt38M1Vo-_zkUJRayndbFwnrHiyyqJZt7sX_LESSpl0bpHH32oAjUAn43ZcSpbRbve-/s320/DSC_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356093355909519058" border="0" /></a>When everyone is in the wrong, everyone is in the right.<br />by Pierre De La Chaussee<br /><br />this painting can't finish for this summerRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-81131991837900083042009-06-24T09:12:00.000-07:002009-06-24T09:17:08.549-07:00every day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Rx7lM8BlRTknZLVOwWrcu5QBcrlFJ_mbPr3OBbmuWy-WOGKcKYe6ObhNhnAvRSubsTTILBX-gOKGUUztxIrH1KJROvPHosDQBBJqTkDfrLHVirujJKdcxxPVpir9x67r1SdYi3roG9I9/s1600-h/DSC_0319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Rx7lM8BlRTknZLVOwWrcu5QBcrlFJ_mbPr3OBbmuWy-WOGKcKYe6ObhNhnAvRSubsTTILBX-gOKGUUztxIrH1KJROvPHosDQBBJqTkDfrLHVirujJKdcxxPVpir9x67r1SdYi3roG9I9/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350928351263181538" border="0" /></a><br />You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.<br /><br />by AnonymousRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-55856648017987531032009-06-21T18:47:00.000-07:002009-06-21T20:02:41.276-07:008 days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerE9PJUqP2d2605dRjd8iAQkxvAv0nTpcdD6v3fY3hz0IpyvPsU7P_Qhwcng80gRLoynuPJl2F1zRZj3Qel0jhnLkFC06oHLPq0JKMQjSRV3gCr8mkEqOOo35JQnnyz8yTTzf78ejTMzf/s1600-h/DSC_0656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerE9PJUqP2d2605dRjd8iAQkxvAv0nTpcdD6v3fY3hz0IpyvPsU7P_Qhwcng80gRLoynuPJl2F1zRZj3Qel0jhnLkFC06oHLPq0JKMQjSRV3gCr8mkEqOOo35JQnnyz8yTTzf78ejTMzf/s320/DSC_0656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349963120253039282" border="0" /></a><br />When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.<br /><br />Jules Renard <br /><br />A man without faults is a mountain without crevasses. He is of no interest to me.<br /><br />Rene Char Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-4499462809617925212009-06-12T17:59:00.001-07:002009-06-12T18:13:01.443-07:00Ever Green<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI89hl5I9ODZG56Xi4ilqsEf2kUx1YccxbFn7MEV9ExY6SRHYvNk2ygnroNGRTiN6DA48__q-raZoeQ0LENH4o1ll6Hiw_I3H5HQPUBjxiAIFmcNM8Z5MuYNi1PO_V5RsyAthFS6oMyY5s/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI89hl5I9ODZG56Xi4ilqsEf2kUx1YccxbFn7MEV9ExY6SRHYvNk2ygnroNGRTiN6DA48__q-raZoeQ0LENH4o1ll6Hiw_I3H5HQPUBjxiAIFmcNM8Z5MuYNi1PO_V5RsyAthFS6oMyY5s/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346611046139793522" border="0" /></a><br />clouds are waddling<br />i saw a big fish swiming into the sky<br />red frog has been jumped the stairs<br />green frog done some bungee jump with his tongue<br />鬼は現れ ケーキを食べました<br />we live in the sound which we don't know<br />there was a tunnel for dog and cat<br />there was big scissors、for cuting the tone<br /><br />one day i hope i can see that kind of dreamRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-63417609086658936942009-06-04T20:47:00.001-07:002009-06-04T20:57:13.013-07:00Upset<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDOAf0OIQxVHSULKOM0O1UdMaO6cGoZtCebPYb9iH1UfoZJPm1LT6IjLSKnYPqvwllt-CO6P7m5XfiY6oTYG6WN-kz1G-ekxJLJtlkqyF5h5bQyHy5FP2OJgaYkBTKPi8xDRKc_Mc8cZd/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDOAf0OIQxVHSULKOM0O1UdMaO6cGoZtCebPYb9iH1UfoZJPm1LT6IjLSKnYPqvwllt-CO6P7m5XfiY6oTYG6WN-kz1G-ekxJLJtlkqyF5h5bQyHy5FP2OJgaYkBTKPi8xDRKc_Mc8cZd/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343685617367573666" border="0" /></a>There is no old age for a man'anger, / 0nly death.<br />by Sophocles<br /><br />Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.<br />by Nietzsche<br /><br />there is no reason to be mad<br />but human makes a reason to be mad<br />how ridiculus and tender<br /><br />ps the painting looks like theatre background wtfRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-65839948019034325232009-05-29T12:31:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:45:20.471-07:00wall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeGIEFuV1HrH1Eyr6xGu202Y9_3HvBVUqyK6ohQLWMbI0-knyPl7FicmqM7oY-k4SgMxd0uDjqek40txfDieuvbYnO4evsxGYVH6CQio2pwYqcEiaryHXUA_n6095aetUMOOhCHnewudN/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeGIEFuV1HrH1Eyr6xGu202Y9_3HvBVUqyK6ohQLWMbI0-knyPl7FicmqM7oY-k4SgMxd0uDjqek40txfDieuvbYnO4evsxGYVH6CQio2pwYqcEiaryHXUA_n6095aetUMOOhCHnewudN/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333742438118290" border="0" /></a><br />A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.<br /><br />by Quintilian<br /><br />now im looking for numbersRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-82679917933619867302009-05-19T18:16:00.000-07:002009-05-19T18:32:58.080-07:00Ingredients<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp6i5FoXHG_hqVvuEG9GIWMYQntgMJaJ17kydpKqVgQC3mrGJXYUO_j-rulGgaKyPiV7QJzhlB0fjRb7d9VTWLLmMggdGAGKa2_tUbANh28efbJLpzz0OgIQLdEoabdD8mryPRD5JHrrm/s1600-h/DSC_0994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp6i5FoXHG_hqVvuEG9GIWMYQntgMJaJ17kydpKqVgQC3mrGJXYUO_j-rulGgaKyPiV7QJzhlB0fjRb7d9VTWLLmMggdGAGKa2_tUbANh28efbJLpzz0OgIQLdEoabdD8mryPRD5JHrrm/s320/DSC_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712245323635730" border="0" /></a><br />* 3/4 cup (11/2 sticks) unsalted butter, melted, plus more for pan<br />* 2 cups all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled), plus more for pan<br />* 2 large eggs<br />* 1/2 cup milk (whole milk is better, but any kinds)<br />* 1/2 teaspoon pre vanilla extract<br />* 3/4 cup granulated sugar<br />* 2 teaspoons baking powder<br />* 1/2 teaspoon salt<br /><br />=? I guess I dont have talent to cookRyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-81776248752952406482009-05-14T05:05:00.000-07:002009-05-14T05:16:11.214-07:00Prologue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwv7CsWagmuoxJ_pSasmicOW2A5yrZOH3cq6ZDWfNY7migEr5poxGf-Dg0yTDwSTB-vomJtFm_ANtwyAIFQx47xnGoUCVgCZvI7fnjz-joG5ev0MQA-lPFwvdBHDJa4bIa9qfWNnW40A4S/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwv7CsWagmuoxJ_pSasmicOW2A5yrZOH3cq6ZDWfNY7migEr5poxGf-Dg0yTDwSTB-vomJtFm_ANtwyAIFQx47xnGoUCVgCZvI7fnjz-joG5ev0MQA-lPFwvdBHDJa4bIa9qfWNnW40A4S/s320/DSC_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335649943602675186" border="0" /></a><br />Imagination is more important than knowledge.<br />By Einstein Albert<br /><br />Starting.... Now Loading..Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-51596793427031987022009-05-08T17:06:00.000-07:002009-05-08T17:41:29.523-07:00Accept<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7CJVzJNrz_BuiaucPvHBj_H1KCdY1-6ZUES6VFHcMX8MB1xexOR6RKfX1qNpUpkAhyphenhyphengNvL0pzZTVXAIajLTgcfkiDdZjd8NIJoR3cvu_ZPP6lWGTAbUW-3BpWBUf9iwCVVVy9sKTO3-f/s1600-h/DSC_0418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7CJVzJNrz_BuiaucPvHBj_H1KCdY1-6ZUES6VFHcMX8MB1xexOR6RKfX1qNpUpkAhyphenhyphengNvL0pzZTVXAIajLTgcfkiDdZjd8NIJoR3cvu_ZPP6lWGTAbUW-3BpWBUf9iwCVVVy9sKTO3-f/s320/DSC_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333610171621580738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.<br /><br /> by Buddha<br /><br />I have to live this moment, even every things might be going to fall or rise. In the furture there would be some miserable / happiness, but in this moment I want to be better then yesterday or next time i realized this.Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-51613777124612430602009-05-03T09:59:00.000-07:002009-05-03T10:05:52.880-07:00thermo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHb1WUysGlOpUChaU0a9SvyAP662qOe0tP39LUTdh5zEw3AGjhkuoglndYLRzhgGHHr_PHMulwv9-zqXrhD4CcYT0L_ZqIIJOMpHhGqm8bYwcPwXwPcnMa8xO9hhw8cWs2RMzx_Hp1Huov/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHb1WUysGlOpUChaU0a9SvyAP662qOe0tP39LUTdh5zEw3AGjhkuoglndYLRzhgGHHr_PHMulwv9-zqXrhD4CcYT0L_ZqIIJOMpHhGqm8bYwcPwXwPcnMa8xO9hhw8cWs2RMzx_Hp1Huov/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331644701899765650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The secret to staying young is to live honestly,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">eat slowly, and lie about your age.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> By Lucille Ball</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Temperture= Blood+Body </span>Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433833358826832653.post-37053999048459202092009-05-01T15:50:00.000-07:002009-05-01T16:05:21.845-07:00Somethings<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span>All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability.<br />The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.<br />by Bruce Lee<br /><br />Open etc of your somethings.<br />There are somethings just only for you.<br />Define nothing more nothing less.Ryohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05894108463548707997noreply@blogger.com3