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Lindalë Lalaithwa: Filling an empty house
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The Song of Laughter. Friday, June 28, 2013. Filling an empty house. Even Maggi is gone. Home will be empty. I will fill it with music. And Baby will fill it with bawling. Sep 15, 2013, 1:07:00 PM. Two years later, she starts filling her blog at least. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just to remind me that you're really gone, Samwise. Just some wittering gabble. Life The Nothingness And Everything. The Chronicles of Muster. The memoirs of me. Rhyme and no reason. The stuff of boredom. A vision of fra...
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Auburn Leaves: A Happy Birthday Jay! Post
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Time for a new tagline. I don't know what it is yet. Tuesday, December 7, 2010. A Happy Birthday Jay! As is customary, and quite a tradition now on this blog, we must wish Jay. A Happy Birthday Day here. Happy Birthday Day, Jay! I'd love to write more, but the day isn't looking too spectacular. There's a four o' clock deadline, followed by a meeting at the Head branch of TheBankILove in Bandra Kurla Complex (they're one of our loveliest clients). You know I lowe you! Thanks so much means deer! Off the Sh...
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Auburn Leaves: Christmas hols
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Time for a new tagline. I don't know what it is yet. Sunday, January 4, 2009. I've learnt to be more content these Christmas hols. The restlessness, the wanderlust, the nothing ever being enough. Has gone. Out the door. With my misery. It really has. Jay was quoting for me the other day:. And I enjoyed everything so much better because I wasnt thinking so much about the whole thing. We went to Hampi for one thing, on last minute plans. Tbaby gave hath (ooo look, the MMGirl, she speaks Hindi! McD- Well...
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Lindalë Lalaithwa
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The Song of Laughter. Saturday, June 04, 2011. I've just had the most traumatising experience. I wanted to pee. - No, wait. I have to tell you what I'm wearing. It's a dress, or a frock. I don't know. It's this green plain thing that comes almost down to me knees. It's got pockets. I needed to pee. So, naturally, I went to the bathroom. Our. Thank god I keep a clean toilet. Oh I'm so glad it was my toilet. My clean white toilet. Jun 9, 2011, 11:26:00 PM. Have you a niuw phone! Jun 17, 2011, 10:55:00 AM.
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Lindalë Lalaithwa: The Seventh : Weimaraners and Squice Do
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The Song of Laughter. Wednesday, September 03, 2008. Weimaraners and Squice Do. Muster was on the dining table. Right in the middle of it, exactly where Ma didn’t. Everything he could find with his really, really sharp, pearl-white teeth. Muster did not. Like him. He had noticed, however, that the dog liked him very, very much. He even had a little sign on the door that said. A week later the sign on the study room door changed to. Weimer’s battered cardboard box was moved into the corner of the ro...
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Lindalë Lalaithwa: 06/01/2013 - 07/01/2013
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The Song of Laughter. Friday, June 28, 2013. Filling an empty house. Even Maggi is gone. Home will be empty. I will fill it with music. And Baby will fill it with bawling. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Just to remind me that you're really gone, Samwise. Just some wittering gabble. Life The Nothingness And Everything. The Chronicles of Muster. The memoirs of me. Rhyme and no reason. The stuff of boredom. Things that make Lalitha wish she had a blog. The Chronicles of Muster. A vision of ...
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Lindalë Lalaithwa: The Third: The Coconut
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The Song of Laughter. Monday, May 07, 2007. Muster yawned. Another day had dawned. He sniffed the air. It smelt just like yesterday. He decided it wasn't worth waking up five minutes earlier than he usually did and went back to sleep. The whole week had been rather boring and uneventful and he was. Close to doing something. Step 1: X screams, "Argh! What's the litter box for? Or something along those lines). Step 2: Muster mumbles sleepily that litter boxes are for cats and. Step 5: X screams at him.
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Lindalë Lalaithwa: Kill the Harbinger
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The Song of Laughter. Sunday, April 24, 2011. I hate Sundays. I would really like them if I had something to look forward to on Monday (apart from classes where I learn oh so much) but I never do. There never is anything to look forward to on Monday. It's the same old Monday all over again. I hate Sundays. Sundays suck. Labels: Just some wittering gabble. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just to remind me that you're really gone, Samwise. Just some wittering gabble. Life The Nothingness And Everything.
