and what a beautiful mess this is.
and what a beautiful mess this is.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007 @ 1:22 PM
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger An endless, aching need I say love it is a flower, And you it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long. And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring, becomes the rose. click here. ------------------------------ another paper in 4 hours time. kinda worried, for a good reason. (since i HARDLY been to the lecture or staying awake during the lecture.) oh boy, wish me luck. |
White light can be generated in many ways. The Sun is such a source. Modern light sources are fluorescent lamps and light-emitting diodes. An object that does not alter the color of light reflected from its surface will appear white, compared to the surroundings.
Since white objects such as clouds, snow and flowers appear often in nature, human culture has many references to white, often related to purity and cleanness. The high contrast between white and black is often used to represent opposites. In some cultures, like Chinese, white is considered to be a color that represents death.
and finally, White light is the effect of combining the visible colors of light in equal proportions.
i'm the white.
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