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Spring's Secret Garden
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Pass by me quietly, quietly. If I sat with my head buried in my hands. Dreamt on Sunday, October 16, 2011; 9:50 PM 0 Comments. Trust in the driver. Hope in little jars. Sometimes theres just so much anger and dissatisf. I realized that one of the hardest things for me a.
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Spring's Secret Garden
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ȵ å ,èµ å ,人æ è å ç è ªå é å. ȵ å ,èµ å ,人ç é å ç å è ç æ æ. ȵ å ,èµ å ,ä ºè ªå ç å æ ä ä ªå. Dreamt on Saturday, July 21, 2007; 10:59 PM 1 Comments. On the plane from Cairns to Sydney, Xueli and I were in a contemplative mood, discussing about matters close to our hearts. Xueli told me how it made her feel kind of sad that I don't seem to be that carefree girl anymore, who would wander around in short-sleeved or sleeveless tops without a care what other people thought. I would pick a dress to hug...
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Spring's Secret Garden
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Song: One Night Only. You want all my love and my devotion. You want my loving soul right on the line. I have no doubt that I could love you forever. The only trouble is, you really don't have the time. You've got one night only, one night only. That's all you have to spare. One night only, let's not pretend to care. One night only, one night only. Come on big baby come on. One night only, we only have 'til dawn. In the morning this feeling will be gone. It has no chance going on. Despite rushing for a c...
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A glimpse into my own mind: August 2005
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A glimpse into my own mind. For my strange creations/creatures/sardine fishes. Sunday, August 28, 2005. After Rose dropped the 'heart of the ocean' back into the ocean. It sank. Down into the murky depth. It thought to itself: "Finally I'm free! After all those years with that bloody woman. She didn't even show me off. She wore me once. Got her nude picture painted and left me quite forgotten for god knows how long.". Now I'm stuck in this hell hole. Who is going to admire me? Posted by Nippy at 8:55 AM.
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A glimpse into my own mind: March 2006
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A glimpse into my own mind. For my strange creations/creatures/sardine fishes. Saturday, March 25, 2006. The frog and the golden ball. The murky lake and the crying princess. The memory lane and the giant marble halls. The maid and her lost golden ring. The prince drinking the soup. Never to be found again, these things. Never to be rediscovered like a new leaf after the rain. Imprinted like dye coming off. Stained the white sheets of my memories. But left out too long that they yellowed. Sacred place, w...
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Word Garden: May 2013
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Thursday, May 16, 2013. Long after I know no one else comes to visit, but me. When I revisit the things I once wrote. That old familiar yet strange me. Still stirs fresh emotions. It still means something to me. After that time, the distance. That is why I write. Not for anyone else to read, or to impress,. But to reconnect with an old feeling, a place, a fleeting. It is a testament to the things I've once seen, heard, and thought. That is why I write. To get at that space. Mystery that we are.
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Word Garden: December 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010. Dark dark the night outside, through the window, my face in the light reflected to the runaway sound of the train. What is love really, other than a compromise, made. Out of fear of loneliness. It is not what is hoped for, no roots deep in some life force promised once in poems that I believed in. It is merely this:. Age and society, and bad romance movies. But it is a lie, of course, it is a poor consolation to our true destinies. Moment after moment of work. Later, I say,.
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It's NOT my imagination....: OrbElement Water Bottle
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It's NOT my imagination. Sunday, July 31, 2011. To everyone who may be researching this company before you buy their products, be warned that this company is really unorganized. I'm fucking pissed off at this company for trying to force their products down my throat so they don't have to issue a refund. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Short stories for all. Joyce the adventurous food explorer. Joyce- the baker and the food critic. Gab's space between spaces. Baby points of view. Such a lovely place.
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It's NOT my imagination....: A really funny video that makes me smile...
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It's NOT my imagination. Sunday, March 29, 2009. A really funny video that makes me smile. What ahhh. this? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Short stories for all. Joyce the adventurous food explorer. Joyce- the baker and the food critic. Gab's space between spaces. Baby points of view. Such a lovely place. Fire place in the back, my sister's bed in background and me with my really comfy bed! Mum, sis and me. My mum, my sister and me on the last day at the old house. My sis and me. This is taken by ME!
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It's NOT my imagination....: June 2008
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It's NOT my imagination. Monday, June 30, 2008. The Cranberries - Just My Imagination. Dedicated to this space. So I was gonna find some time to sit down and write a little. The subject says it all. I have no complains about my life. there's a lot to be happy for. and if I only see what I don't have or keep wishing for things that I did have. then I guess I'll never really be a very happy person. So that's what I'll try to do. to see the present for all that I have and be glad about it. Then I thought ab...
