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Bulgogy -art of jiwo-: Boy Wonder (Home sweet home sweet home)
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Sunday, March 16, 2014. Boy Wonder (Home sweet home sweet home). How 'bout the power,. Subscribe to: Post Comments ( Atom ). The man who says "Bulgogi! Is a hyperactive, retarded art-loving freak, who's life is half-dependent on the internets and it's byproducts. Half of his expenditure is on artbooks, comics, and food. Spend his non-retarded time doing stuffs like photography, reading, sports, playing his poor, sad guitar crappily, and trying to improve himself on various aspects. BULGOGI!
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Bottom Bunk Bed Kid: Music Is The Heart of Our Soul
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Bottom Bunk Bed Kid. What happens under the top bunk. Music Is The Heart of Our Soul. To blog author of Music Is The Heart Of Our Soul. I found ur blog around september n love it. Ur blog is in my everyday visit. But sumhow one day i click it in my bookmark. The blog is no more. But i havent give up. I try almost everyday. N now i found out that it is allowed only for invited readers. I really hope u found out this blog content. PLEASE INVITE ME TO BE APART OF YOUR BLOG. N den ur gone. Hotness in the air.
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Bottom Bunk Bed Kid: May 2008
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Bottom Bunk Bed Kid. What happens under the top bunk. Exhibition n dm awesome. Final assignments for DM sem3 gamma. there's hell. there's good. everything. mixed feelings n stuff. we have 2 days to install and set up stuff. 2 days of assesment and exhibition. I think i heard mr kok yoong's voice trembling. i think. and i think i say him wipe his face sumwhere with his shirt. Terharu sgt ka? Hahaha. i know kami budak baik. Links to this post. Selepas dance. weheeeee. Yes the event. not much to say. Nini -...
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wanderlust.: August 2013
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Walk silently through my doors and reminisce with me. We once glowed brightly under the midnight sky, you and I. We sat on benches and our mouths kept time with our hearts. Words flowing from ear canal, to heart, to mind and out through the nose. We drowned in a mess of freshman philosophy and sickly sweet high school romance poetry. Mixing the liquids of our fear and joy we let it fluoresce in the space above our heads. At the edge of morning you handed me one last secret.
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Bulgogy -art of jiwo-: The Throne of Games
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Friday, March 14, 2014. The Throne of Games. Wake up, wake up. It's the end time. Slumber's bend, mend. Royal frugal blunt miscreant. Wake up, wake up. It's the end time. Now the game fly. The friars sly cry. Sheeps blight, hail to the king. Now awake. My dear's dead's mind. Come king, to the throne of games. Subscribe to: Post Comments ( Atom ). The man who says "Bulgogi! View my complete profile. Boy Wonder (Home sweet home sweet home). The Throne of Games. Hail to the king. Quotation of the Day.
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wanderlust.: July 2013
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Saturday, July 20, 2013. Stand with me at the end of the world. Stand beside me and let me feel your warmth and hold your hand. We will see space collapse in on itself as our holographic universe compacts and shrinks until we are back at the beginning. Back at the point where we were everything, and everything was yet to be. Sit with me in the light of the dying stars. I will shield your eyes with my hand as the suns consume each other. We will swallow the last breath of this universe together. But now a...
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wanderlust.: May 2014
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Sunday, May 4, 2014. I think there's a special kind of visual largeness, a unique sense of condensed mass reserved for the larger men of Central Asian descent. Could it be the colors our bodies wear, that meaty washed out brown sitting next to dark eyes and lips and night-black hair. We grow larger again, sitting inside the tents of our large billowy jubahs, linen cloth to crease and add lines and definition to this unseemly mass. Maybe it's skin after all, not the color, but the texture. Sweet, sweet boy.
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wanderlust.: January 2014
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Sunday, January 19, 2014. I have a declaration to make, and it's a sort of a personal revelation. Though probably an obvious one, if you know me. I love light. I adore photons. Glow-sticks, Ikea lamps, fireflies, matchsticks, I adore it in all it's moods and colors, from the soft diffused glow of a rainy Sunday morning to the room filling summer sun bouncing across floor and hair and sleeping faces. Trivia: I sometimes sneeze when I look at bright lights/the sun. I always thought that was cool. I guess i...
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wanderlust.: Quiet
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Sunday, June 21, 2015. Be calm, quiet yourself. Slow your hurried feet,. That I might find the path. Up your narrow roads. That this fool might jump. And fall deeply into your skin. That taught me the stars. That lends sunlight to every morning. Into your arms that held me. When we stormed the summer palace. So please, my sweet prince. Wander these halls,. And steal away my heavy eyes. Like night, the ocean,. And the holy beast of every toke. Like a knelt prayer,. On dropped knees and fallen grace. Ask n...
