|
||
|
Master Member
加入日期: Jan 2001
文章: 1,592
|
錢
女人 房子 車子 |
|||||||
2001-12-26, 06:20 PM
#11
|
|
|
Senior Member
 加入日期: Oct 2001 您的住址: 淹水的地方
文章: 1,023
|
引用:
5子登科比較好啦...^_^... |
|||
|
2001-12-26, 07:28 PM
#12
|
|
|
Junior Member
  
加入日期: Jul 2001
文章: 828
|
還沒把 "她" 推倒...... = =
__________________
*貧窮業餘吉他手的相簿 |
|
2001-12-26, 08:27 PM
#13
|
|
|
Elite Member
= PCDVD認證賣家 =
加入日期: Jan 2001 您的住址: ZOO
文章: 4,170
|
還沒把你們吃掉．
__________________
活在當下，享受當下，就算當下是痛苦 你是自由的，能剝奪你的自由只有自己 只要知道為何而戰，就沒什麼不能忍受 最大的敵人往往不是別人，而是你自己 找尋自己心中的天使，是我一生的課題 會生氣，是因為心裡有不足的地方造成 手把青秧插滿田，低頭便見水中天;六根清淨方為道，退步原來是向前 |
|
2001-12-26, 11:11 PM
#14
|
|
|
Advance Member
加入日期: May 2001 您的住址: underwater
文章: 445
|
引用:
嗯.....還沒把老虎抓到  |
|
|
2001-12-27, 12:30 AM
#15
|
|
|
Junior Member
加入日期: Sep 2000 您的住址: 台中and基隆
文章: 724
|
引用:
加油!!大學等著你來!!! 
__________________
dennis相見時難別亦難， 東風無力百花殘。 春蠶到死絲方盡， 蠟炬成灰淚始乾。 曉鏡但愁雲鬢改， 夜吟應覺月光寒。 蓬萊此去無多路， 青鳥殷勤為探看 Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die And every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. ...It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain O blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says! 
|
|
|
2001-12-27, 12:40 AM
#16
|
|
|
Power Member
加入日期: May 2001 您的住址: Death Star
文章: 520
|
引用:
嗯....啥是ups定位系統啊....應該不會是gps吧 小弟才疏學淺...請告訴我吧...  |
|
|
2001-12-27, 01:22 AM
#17
|
|
|
New Member
加入日期: Oct 2001
文章: 6
|
也是沒考上大學....
|
|
2001-12-27, 01:28 AM
#18
|
|
|
Senior Member
加入日期: May 2001 您的住址: 高雄
文章: 1,463
|
論文沒做完..
唉 |
|
2001-12-27, 01:37 AM
#19
|
|
|
Junior Member
加入日期: Sep 2000 您的住址: 台中and基隆
文章: 724
|
沒交到女朋友!!
__________________
dennis相見時難別亦難， 東風無力百花殘。 春蠶到死絲方盡， 蠟炬成灰淚始乾。 曉鏡但愁雲鬢改， 夜吟應覺月光寒。 蓬萊此去無多路， 青鳥殷勤為探看 Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die And every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. ...It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain O blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!
|
|
2001-12-27, 01:45 AM
#20
|
|
