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I know that this question may seem silly. Then the light of the drop, flow through the face, often only in an instant. If the plight of those who play in Qiong Yao's actors, a few seconds to tears. Then why ask, tear, down time? But I often think, shed a tear, require long, long time. The more people grow up, the more used to suppress the true inner feelings, no longer crying laugh, and everything is just a touch of go beyond that. Seemed to be nothing, can make me sad to immediately tears, like the legendary lost camel lacrimal gland, can no longer find any, the release of sad exports. So tear, prior to the exudative eyes have long been brewing in my mind for a long time, even before the fall, have quietly evaporated. A while back a friend and her boyfriend parted, a gang of his best buddies was supposed to come to comfort her wounded heart, but she laughs we're too nosy, life and life to the movie's sentimental farewell as a reality. Girls go to work every day, as usual, eating, talking dirty jokes, live moist and full, like the former than the break even radiant. Then one night, a few buddies joke against candles make a wish, put the candle all the way again, that it blew out all can only wish fulfilled. Several people edhardylaughing all the success, and turn to her when it happens stubborn candle up, how can revive the dying, where the provocative swaying like, everyone was booing that you stand a chance forget it ... ... Moment poured out her tears, rolling down, still will not stop blowing hard to uphold. I have never seen such a surge of tears, it was not in tears, simply waterfalls three thousand feet, as if her body of water suddenly must embankment. As a flood of tears she's crying for a long time, finally admitted that she liked him, she was quietly blame the wish, you can reunion. She has endured endured hard, do not want it soft, do not want to give people an excuse for sympathy, she would not let him think that he would not do without her. So sad so much water, long-term accumulation in heart. She has actually been in tears, but we can not see, and silently flowing up. So long, finally be at that moment, blew out. Some memory is still a baby, crying, as arbitrary, Yuanmin. Moreover, when the tears, but also often in exchange for the warm comfort for us and careful care. All along, the tears are sad relief to protect their human instincts, both men and women also need such as child-like, with a cry to vent their feelings, wet dry eyes. After all, is not only that we do not want to not be reconciled, so weakness in people before, ended up publicly suspected of coquetry. Besides, how can even cry, wipe away the tears still have to carry alone, so why waste time? ed hardy shoes One girl said, already, too lazy to cry ... ... Sometimes sad, it has been said to myself, do not cry before the first endured, now to go to school and parents to go to dinner, so after a while, back home and then shut the door crying. So very hard looked up and take a deep breath, as if to tear it back to relentlessly pressure the hearts look as usual, and rushing, busy greeting, smiling. But finally got home, had been too tired to exhaustion, in addition to also attend to other difficulties, or sleep or not to wash so sentimental, crying swollen eyes tomorrow will be how ugly, let the nerves a little hard a little rough, my cry. One morning, the weather cool, wrap pieces of clothing on the balcony to see a long, rain. I have been so standing, unexplained sadness, rarely a time when the atmosphere was so gloomy, the world is so quiet, I am a man stood and watched the rain, in the invasion of cold air under some shivering. I said to myself as to present it, and rain with the sensational one, then do not hesitate no preparation, tears really came, the heart began to sharp pain, as if all the senses, suddenly revived. As with a sharp knife cut open and full of oranges, instant juice overflowing can not stop, so the soft flesh exposed to the air on all vulnerable are clear evidence. Naruto, I do not know how long the tears, but it was finally in such a humid morning, the rapid fall, the release of arrogance. I think they could have time to have a chance to cry, always good; also fiercely cries, it shows heart has not dried up; also can feel pain, it is because the soul, not yet old numb. A tear, How long before we are free to release? ... ... masai

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my 1)antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd 2)relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of 3)nuzzling you in bed and listening to your 4)confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never 5)chided you about bad decisions, and 6)romped with 7)glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. ed hardy shoes Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog 8)crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you 9)resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to 10)pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy. Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.ed hardy clothing You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my 11)pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you-that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited ed hardy swim trunks I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a 12)tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the 13)hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a 14)thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. ed hardy caps

Environmental activist George Wolfe has always believed the best way to know a river is to kayak it. So when the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency recently designated the entire Los Angeles River a "traditional navigable waterway," he organized an expedition. Toting a waterproof first-aid kit and a sack of binoculars, Wolfe led seven people clad in T-shirts, shorts, sun hats and life vests to a lush, eight-mile stretch of river bottom near Griffith Park known as the Glendale Narrows. Awaiting them downstream were quiet pools draining into noisy chutes, strewn with shoes, clothing, shopping carts, tires and plastic bottles, and shaded by cottonwood trees, cane forests and cattails. Plastic grocery bags snared in tree limbs rustled in the breeze. The river was running warm, greenish and, as one of the kayakers put it, "smelly as old socks." Normally, the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers and the Los Angeles County Department of Public Works, which have operated the river for decades as a flood-control channel, would not allow such a voyage because of safety and water-quality concerns. In this case, however, they would neither approve nor deny a boating permit pending clarification of what is allowable in the river under the new EPA designation.swimsuit girls Wolfe's party took advantage of that legal gray area, launching at dawn on a recent workday in one canoe and five brightly colored kayaks just south of Los Feliz Boulevard in Atwater Village — one of the few stretches of the Los Angeles River that has a soft bottom and still looks like a river. It is a rambunctious urban patch of rumbling water, serene greenery and occasional homeless encampments, framed by slanting concrete walls rising to electrical power-line towers, set to an endless soundtrack of freeway traffic. Paddling on the murky water, the kayakers surprised hundreds of shorebirds and waterfowl. Huge carp darted past like bronze torpedoes.swimsuit pics Wolfe aimed for the trip to be a floating expose of what the river has become and its potential as a recreational area and nature preserve. In addition, he wanted to gauge the prospects of a program to conduct tours under the auspices of The River Project, a nonprofit organization. "I've already got a name for our program: LA River Expeditions, and a waiting list of about 200 people wanting to take a trip with me," said Wolfe, paddling into the current. Along for the ride were Joe Linton, a frequent contributor to the L.A. Creek Freak blog and a former staffer of the nonprofit organization Friends of the Los Angeles River; Gabriela Castaneda, a naturalist at the Audubon Center at Debs Park; Dave Lumian, government liaison for the American Sailing Assn.; three Times staffers and Glen Jochimsen, who provided the kayaks. Most people see the Los Angeles River from a freeway: a flood-control channel of treated water a few inches deep flowing between graffiti-marred concrete banks strewn with trash and occasionally polluted with chemicals illegally dumped in storm drains and gutters that empty into it.ed hardy watches Frequent catastrophic floods prompted civic leaders in the 1930s to transform the river into a flood-control channel to protect the burgeoning flatlands. Nearly the entire 51-mile river bottom was concreted over, except a few spots where the water table was too high. Among them were the Glendale Narrows, which drain through downtown past blue-collar neighborhoods, industrial zones and levees rimmed with chain-link fences and barbed wire. Awareness of the river as a natural resource began to grow in the 1980s when environmental groups put pressure on the county and Army Corps of Engineers. The waterway is slowly being transformed into a greenbelt of parks, trees and bike paths as a result of a statewide recreational bond measure approved by voters.ed hardy Now, it has been formally christened a navigable waterway, subject in its entirety, from Chatsworth to Long Beach, to the protections of the federal Clean Water Act. Still, the kayakers ran aground a mile downstream beneath the Glendale-Hyperion Bridge, an important artery in the city's history. Dragging his boat by tether, Linton marveled at the austere octagonal pylons of the massive structure built in 1927. The bridge was originally named Victory Memorial Viaduct in honor of the veterans of World War I, he said. Empty platforms at the south end of the bridge's piers historically supported a leg of the Red Car commuter rail line. "This was the first $1-million bridge built in Los Angeles," he said. "A city engineer at the time described it as 'a jewel in a landscaped setting.' " A few minutes later, the vessels were hurtling down shallow rapids that dropped 10 feet, leaving everyone sopping and exhilarated. ed hardy shoes Overhead, an osprey hunted for fish near a Metro Rail facility. Thousands of shimmering young carp the size of half-dollars zigzagged in the shallows. Pigeons sipped groundwater burbling out of fissures in the channel's concrete shoulders. Sirens and horns blared in the distance. Savoring the sights and sounds, Castaneda said, "This is the most exciting thing I've done in downtown Los Angeles since I moved here from Ecuador 11 years ago. It's hard to believe we're floating through the heart of one of the biggest cities on Earth." Lumian agreed. "I've kayaked around the world my whole life, but this particular trip is more than a little unusual. More people should see this place from the bottom up. Amazing." A fisherman seated on a felled palm tree greeted the passing kayakers with a smile. A group of Conservation Corps crew members pulling up weeds near the river's edge waved hello. A woman with an infant in her arms and an incredulous expression on her face said in Spanish, "We come out here to look at turtles. We've never seen boats in here before." Residents of Frog Town, an area of Elysian Valley along the 5 Freeway that took its name from the amphibians that swarmed there before the channel was paved, expressed mixed feelings about the kayakers. Among them was Grove Pashley, a professional photographer who worried that increased recreational activities could harm wildlife. "Los Angeles has this little hidden treasure which will only grow more popular as it gets discovered and developed as a green space for California residents," he said. "My hope is that its wildlife is protected through thoughtful regulation of any boating or fishing that occurs." ed hardy clothing The expedition concluded under the 5 Freeway, where the soft bottom comes to an abrupt end. Pulling his boat ashore, Wolfe said, "With increased public access to this river it could be the heart and soul of the city again." U.S. Army Corps of Engineers Col. Mark Toy, the new commander of the Los Angeles district, agreed, up to a point. On Wednesday, Toy and a dozen federal, county and city engineers and biologists in vehicles toured the Glendale Narrows on a mission to better mediate conflicting interests in the channel. "The time has come," he said, "to find a balance between flood control, recreation and habitat restoration on this beautiful river."