Saturday, February 17, 2007

mylife




I am Aye Hlaing.
my lovely father name is U Saw Sein Aung.
my lovely mother name is Daw Hla Saw Myint.

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INTERNATIONAL LITERACY DAY
8th semtember
Looking straight into the eyes of his teacher, the firece Filipino outlaw said,"You taught me to read, so you are my best friend."Then he continued,"If you have any enemy in the village,I will kill him for you!"
--The missionary shook his hands with the outlaw.
"Brother,"he said,"my only enemy is ignorance.Help me kill that.Go home to your village and teach other."

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CLOUD NUMBER NINE



Clue number one was when you knocked on my door

Clue number two was the look that you wore

And that's when I knew it was a pretty good sign

That something was wrong up on cloud number nine

Well,it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight

Well,it may be wrong but baby,it sure feels right

And the moon is out and the stars are bright

And whatever comes is gonna be alright

Cause tonight you will be mine-up on cloud number nine

And there ain't no place that i'd rather be

And we can't go back but you're here with me

Yeah,the weather is really fine-up on cloud number nine

Now he hurt you and you hurt me

And that wasn't the way it was supposed to be

So baby, tonight let's leave the world behind

And spend some time up on cloud number nine

Well,it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well,it may be wrong but baby,it sure feels right

Well we won't come down tonight

Yeah,we won't come down tonigh

No, we won't come down tonigh

We can watch the world go by-up on cloud number nine


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"There is only one danger I fing in life -you may take too many percautions."
Alfred Adler


"Always be capable of feeling any injustice commited against anyone any where in the world"
Che Guevara

"All the world's a stage we are merely the players"
William Shakespear

Mother's Love




No language can express the power and beauty and herosim and majesty of a mother's love.It shrinks not when man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over the wastes of worldly fourtune sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star in heaven.