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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.: June 2009

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Saturday, June 27, 2009. Can't think of a classier way to break the news.rofl. How do you know? Wanted to upload one more but the card kept flipping to the back when my mouse hovered above it. stupid java applet or whatever thing that makes that happen. It's the third last one on the webbie. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Sunday, June 21, 2009. I promise to blog after CTs. That's how it goes right?

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Saturday, February 13, 2010. Perhaps this year is a beginning. Of redemption, of renewals, of reassurance, of confidence, of lost opportunities, for me. This period feels like sometime last year, when i was raw, fresh, optimistic, releasing the social butterfly in me. But butterflies, as we all know have lifespans not longer than a fortnight. Then reality and mundane monsters come invading into your mind, body and soul yet again.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.: March 2009

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Wednesday, March 18, 2009. Leadership Training Camp . 4days of LTC is impossible to be chronicled in a single post, but I don't think the experience could ever be justified by any number of posts. Being unnaturally serious and reflective here. Friends who talked to me abt LTC said that everytime they saw us, we'd either be in pumping position, mad hounds bounding away or in some form of physical torture. Monday, March 09, 2009. Future is b...

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.: May 2010

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Wednesday, May 26, 2010. You know, I've moved on. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Lose track of time. When I was young and stupid. You know, Ive moved on. This is called a. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Um hi nice to meet you, actually, not really. View my complete profile.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.: November 2008

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Friday, November 28, 2008. Oh please as if anyone is ever going to stumble upon my blog and notice that after 10 lightyears (actually that's a measure of distance, not so much of time) 2 millenniums and a trigamazillion decades later, I've finally bothered to actually post again. OH god. I wonder whether I'm still narcissistic enough to start this again. I mean, I spent my first 2 weeks of holidays holed up at home, reading. Other than exc...

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Wednesday, November 04, 2009. Dreamy soundscapes are so soothing. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lose track of time. When I was young and stupid. Dreamy soundscapes are so soothing. This is called a. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Um hi nice to meet you, actually, not really. View my complete profile.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Monday, September 07, 2009. When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings  . Of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.  . Or if I am falling to earth weighing less  . Than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up  . With their lovers and are carrying food to my house.  . When I open the mailbox I hear their voices  . Like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle. Lose track of time.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.

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The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me. Monday, September 07, 2009. Hayley's voice was made for this. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lose track of time. When I was young and stupid. Man its been forNEVER since i posted something de. When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing . Hayleys voice was made for this. This is called a. N-I-C-K-I. Learn it memorize it then obiterate it from your memory.