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Carpe Diem: Set Sail or Anchor ??
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Follow me on Twitter. Monday, May 14, 2012. Set Sail or Anchor? Grabbed in a storm of two minds. It doesn't seem it'll be over soon. An indecisive struggle my boat fights. Riding tides made by the moon. And though the storm will end. Will my boat make it through? How many more days and how many more nights. Will my boat deal with this typhoon? Sea water is rough and the gales very strong. My boat is only made of wood. It could sink or sail away. Into the distance forever for good. Would my boat stay put.
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I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna … | Marlon's Blog
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Blog of Passion…. Larr; Closed confessions of the third mind. I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna …. Posted by Alfan The Great! Five things i want to do right now.and all at the same time:. 1 Create that tool which i am really interested in. 2 Create a multiplayer POKER game in flash. 4 Get serious about that domain buying thing, investigate and show some progress with that. For the nth time! Emthat’s all for now. I actually came t...
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Carpe Diem: Her Life - A Reverie
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Follow me on Twitter. Tuesday, July 3, 2012. Her Life - A Reverie. She was tired and was lying on her bed. She was continuously tossing and turning going through her usual uneasy sleep. She wasn’t definitely asleep actually. He had left her and nothing stopped him from leaving then. Not even her pair of innocent, affectionate, scared – about to water, eyes. He had to leave since he had received a call for help from his first love of his life after all. Or was it just a nightmare? Was he really back?
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Carpe Diem: August 2011
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Follow me on Twitter. Monday, August 29, 2011. They call it, 'A Lot Like Love'. I am no expert to comment on love. But today morning while I was talking to a friend of mine who was still crazy about a guy whom she had been dating in the past and who left her to marry a certain girl from his community made me to re-think on this topic. I’ve often seen love quite messy, unpredictable an extremely painful. I could feel my friends sorrow. Why the hell is that there? In actual life, sadly there is no boom, no...
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Carpe Diem: January 2012
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Follow me on Twitter. Wednesday, January 18, 2012. A figment of my imagination associated with Him! It was a very usual way they met. They were naive and natural when they met at the institution. She seemed uninterested to even look at him initially. He was stronger, wiser, wittier, likable and intellectual. Quite close to a perfect charmer! Now they are missed intensely sometimes, Jack and Jill! Friday, January 13, 2012. When I born, I black. When I grow up, I black. When I go in sun, I black. And when ...
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Carpe Diem: July 2011
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Follow me on Twitter. Friday, July 22, 2011. Magic Spells ;). Jus a glimpse from his eyes. Those dark and brown,. Can put her under his spell,. And the world spins around. Jus a smile from his lips,. Her heart skips a beat,. A cute dimple and that very manly spell,. Can knock her right off her feet. Jus a word, and one look,. And she flies out of control,. And that magical spell,. Touched the heart of her soul. That voice so pure,. Her thoughts keep now drifting,. His magic and laughter,. Magic Spells ;).
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Carpe Diem: October 2011
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Follow me on Twitter. Saturday, October 29, 2011. From Moments to Memories to Marriage Thoughts - I. 8220;Mamma, I want to wear that frock and pink bellies please.” I said as mum opened the bag to take out my clothes. 8220;No. You’ll wear it when all we family members will go for the picnic tomorrow, you’ll spoil the frock by then. You’ll run in the fields, climb on mango tress of the orchards with your cousins and make it dirty. Frock and the pink bellies tomorrow, ok? 8220;But my other friends have don...
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Carpe Diem: A Few Things
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Follow me on Twitter. Friday, April 6, 2012. There are a few things that bring me home, he said. Your lustrous lips and breakfast in bed. You wake up in the morning and walk away from me. Hastily tying your hair up but bodily esprit. The naked spine carrying the night’s battle scars. So much pleasure is a sin sometimes. So put me behind bars. You pause, you turn your head back to blow me that cute kiss. Such incredible power you have over me, miss. I stroke the sheets and the heat that still lingers.
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Carpe Diem: Success!
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Follow me on Twitter. Saturday, September 8, 2012. To laugh often and much,. To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;. To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;. To appreciate beauty;. To find the best in others;. To leave the world a bit better,. Whether by a healthy child,. Or a redeemed social condition;. To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation;. This is to have SUCCEEDED! Amateurs in the Stock Market.
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Carpe Diem: April 2012
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Follow me on Twitter. Friday, April 6, 2012. There are a few things that bring me home, he said. Your lustrous lips and breakfast in bed. You wake up in the morning and walk away from me. Hastily tying your hair up but bodily esprit. The naked spine carrying the night’s battle scars. So much pleasure is a sin sometimes. So put me behind bars. You pause, you turn your head back to blow me that cute kiss. Such incredible power you have over me, miss. I stroke the sheets and the heat that still lingers.
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