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The Girl Without A Shadow: December 2009

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Tuesday, December 01, 2009. Life is sometimes novel-shaped,. Mocking the efforts of those authors who,. In an effort to make their novels life-shaped,. Spurn the easy symmetry. And cheap resonance of reality. Moab Is My Washpot. So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Labels: Ctrl C Ctrl V. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Ctrl C Ctrl V. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: November 2009

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Wednesday, November 11, 2009. A Spoonful of Memories. Life as you know it, will change. Everyday is a little life. A small peg of whiskey. A steaming cup of black coffee. Doh chai aur ek sutta. How at different times. These mean different things. Each of these had a life in them. A life with you. How a spoonful of memories. Brings back a life of togetherness. So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: The Weary Soldier

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Friday, August 05, 2011. Was that booming laugh just a charade? Would he someday die of heartache? Was her love enough to undo the hurt? Or would his life of drudgery finally take its toll? Was this what he imagined his life to be? A mere slave to another's whims and passions? Torn between fate and duty. Everyday - a tragedy. So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Not sure if the title is apt? Wednesday, August 10, 2011 11:48:00 AM. Id love some feedback :).

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The Girl Without A Shadow: Never to Write Again

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Thursday, February 24, 2011. Never to Write Again. She lay in bed turning the pages of the book. She had bought at the airport that morning. Sitting at work, she browsed through. The blogs she loved to read. Coffee in hand, she stood at the door. Playing agony aunt to whoever. Wanted to pour their heart out to her that day. As she sat down to write that night. A thought crossed her mind. What if no one had happy stories to tell? Ctrl C Ctrl V.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: November 2010

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Friday, November 26, 2010. Feeling like a child each time I speak with my parents. My landlady who makes me filter coffee every morning. Being told I look like my mother when I'm all dressed up in a saree. My cook and her culinary skills - God bless her. Girlfriends for drinking and dressing up and playing agony aunt and co-conspirators in madness. My kittens for their infinite ways of amusing me. Work and all the travels that come with it.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: August 2011

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Friday, August 05, 2011. Was that booming laugh just a charade? Would he someday die of heartache? Was her love enough to undo the hurt? Or would his life of drudgery finally take its toll? Was this what he imagined his life to be? A mere slave to another's whims and passions? Torn between fate and duty. Everyday - a tragedy. So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Ctrl C Ctrl V.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: The Jawa Kid

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Tuesday, May 10, 2011. Somewhere on a desert highway. She rides a Harley-Davidson. Her long blonde hair. Flyin' in the wind. She's been runnin' half her life. The chrome and steel she rides. The very air she breathes. I know this isn't much of a come back post. Sent me this since I got myself a Jawa. What better way to begin my sabbatical than by riding away into the sunset! So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Labels: Ctrl C Ctrl V. So nice,thank you.

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Shelf Pop: What Is the Best Book Ever Written on Marketing or Media?

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. What Is the Best Book Ever Written on Marketing or Media? Last week one of our reporters asked me what books she should read on media and marketing. My response: "Where the Suckers Moon," by Randy Rothenberg. His account of Wieden and Kennedy's dysfunctional relationship with Subaru is the best behind-the-scenes report on the ad business that's ever been written.*. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Brand Flakes for Breakfast. W K London Blog. 5 Blogs Before Lunch.

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Shelf Pop: Work Ethic 2.0: Attention Control

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Friday, January 09, 2009. Work Ethic 2.0: Attention Control. It's time we upgraded our work ethic for the age we're living in, not our grandparents' age. Hard work is still a virtue, but now takes a distant second place to the new determinant of success or failure in the age of Internet distractions: Control of attention. Work Ethic 2.0. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Brand Flakes for Breakfast. W K London Blog. 5 Blogs Before Lunch.

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The Girl Without A Shadow: February 2010

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. The Girl Without A Shadow. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. As she read through the pages, she felt a shiver running through her spine. A strange sense of relief mixed with trepidation. It was though the book held the story of her life within its pages. Everything started to fall into place - the curses, the calling spells and the healing chants. All her deeds suddenly had a name to them. It was a relief to know she was not alone. So Said Ms.Mephistopheles. Ctrl C Ctrl V.