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what's random stays random: LOL soccernet
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What's random stays random. Friday, May 28, 2010. Wenger: There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you. You do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy. er. I mean football. Fabregas: I'll never join you! Wenger: If you only knew the power of the Arsenal. Pat Rice never told you what happened to your father. Wenger: I am your father.
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When The Lightning Strikes: There You'll Be
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When The Lightning Strikes. Every moment is important. Be it sunny; Or gloomy. Thursday, November 11, 2010. It's November. Awards night is on Sunday! Seems fun and all this year. We really want to jump off the stage. Leaving in 10 days to UK. Back in another 10. Youth camp will consist of Charchie, Steel, Charchie. Above that, BIG LOVEY DADDY, sounds awesome already no? We must go on a pre-camp shopping again to buy camp- unrelated. Thursday, November 11, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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When The Lightning Strikes: Heartbreak
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When The Lightning Strikes. Every moment is important. Be it sunny; Or gloomy. Sunday, January 31, 2010. I recently got addicted to washing hands with Johnson's Milk Bath. School's been boring. It's been a month. CNY holidays where are you? More stress and hectic practices. Whee. Discipleship and more playing. =D. I'd rather have these that school work .Bah! Although I'm not playing on Friday, I am on Saturday. For that. Stay tuned! Sunday, January 31, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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When The Lightning Strikes: Speed Of Sound
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When The Lightning Strikes. Every moment is important. Be it sunny; Or gloomy. Saturday, February 13, 2010. I changed a few things on this dead thing. Chinese New Year is erm, tomorrow. Looking forward to meet up with relatives again and so is feasting time again. Have been walking around malls to look for decent clothes for CNY, and it's pretty hard. Why do we have to wear red? Life's been pretty much the same except an occasional melancholic kick sometimes. It's no fun. Not to mention choleric times.
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Teardrops on Redwood
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Wednesday, May 9, 2012. Jesse, come here, I want to show you something." A father beckoned for his son to come over to where he knelt in the freshly plowed soil. The tawny haired five-year-old with dimpled elbows and a round, yet babyish face ran to his father's side and stared at his dad's open hand with blue-eyed amazement. Do you see this seed? The boy bobbed his head seriously. And you remember when you told me you wanted to have your own pears?
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Teardrops on Redwood: "Happy Birthday!"
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Thursday, April 26, 2012. My roommate just made my day and blessed my socks off! As I pound away on my homework for tomorrow she shifts from her sleep at 11:59 and wishes me a Happy Birthday! You didn't have to wake up to tell me! You could have waited till morning." I said, but it made me so warm and comfortable inside. God is good and I'm off to bed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Popularity.or total lack of it. My Explanation for What you Find.
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Teardrops on Redwood: June 2012
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Wednesday, June 20, 2012. White Wolf, White Lady. I must have fallen asleep once we’d snuggly been bundled into the sleigh after Uncle Martin’s party and being closest to the door prefering to huddle deep among the hay on the floor of the large sleigh it wasn’t unbelievable that I had tumbled out. My eight-year-old mind figured that out fast enough. Pulling the blanket around me tightly I walked in the direction of the moon following the sleigh-tracks&...
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Teardrops on Redwood: June 2009
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Friday, June 26, 2009. Disk Golf, Lost, Found, Family, and Friends. It being the 26th of June I am begining to see the error of my ways by not writing and am trying to start being the writer I pray God has made me to be. Through HARD work and CHALLENGES I hope to make it all the way. After a HUGE breakfast of amazingly good quality we made our way out the door to go have a family outing of Disk Golf. If you don't know what it is. Ask me. I ...Because o...
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Teardrops on Redwood: September 2009
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Thursday, September 10, 2009. I remember the summons. The trumpet call per say. It sounded over my life and left me quivering in the wind like a banner with a sudden realization of new abounding purpose. The only problem is I have yet to realize what makes the difference between the former and the latter. I am determined to find out even if it takes me my entire life. It seems that one of the few things that has been hugely on my mind lately is...From ...
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Teardrops on Redwood: One-O-Clock Rambles
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Amy the Scribbling Dreamer. Abril: Work in Progress. Monday, June 4, 2012. The world has it all backwards. It's not who you are. It's not what surrounds you, shapes you, tests you. It's not what you can drag out from inside of yourself. It's not even who you desire to become. It's who you are called. I ask the question, "What's the purpose? How intricately we were formed, that I could even try to grapple with grand scheme ideas. This is what sets us apart from the animals and this is what sets us apa...