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Wednesday, October 02, 2013.
Random thoughts, musings and workings of a totally warped mind. tintin is a colorblind writer who paints,dreams of flying a kite along EDSA, teaches middle and high school writing and literature, and is the future mother of Kulay and Una Rosa Maria. Saturday, August 18, 2007. I miss that old me. Sunday, January 22, 2006. Tuesday, December 20, 2005.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009. Monday, October 19, 2009. Tuesday, October 13, 2009.
Ramblings of a girl who needs to believe in herself. Enjoy it, and then look for other videos. The ones with Walter and Peanut are sooo funny too. Thanks to Jong I discovered her music.
Monday, March 2, 2015. I know no one comes here anymore because why would they? I never write anymore. But, I might as well. I might as well tell you that I met someone while standing in line for a cab when I went to Korea with my friends December 2013. And then around August last year, I started getting addicted to Words with Friends. Woohoo! I was so .
FOOTBALL, BRUSHSTROKES, ET AL. It links to my journal. And a spanking brand new photoblog.
Passenger in a Trip called Life. Thursday, August 28, 2008. To all who have read and visited this blog. I am moving on to a new book in my life. While I am still a passenger in a trip called life, I see myself better as an adjusting wife. I cannot bear to delete this blog as I would like to reread this in the future. To remember the kind of life I lived. Just in case I forget. Thank you for the very fond memories.
they just pop into my mind without any warning. Monday, May 11, 2009. I just have to write about this! Saturday, March 28, 2009.
Have an event to list? To get started Need help? 0 credits in account. At The Mandela, November 3rd to December 23rd, 2018. The ever-popular and hugely entertaining story of SNOW WHITE will be br. Jackie Gibson Marathon and Allan Ferguson 21.
Friday, January 05, 2007. The seering spotlight bursts through a sea of nothing. Black and hollow eyes erupt with light. While the night swirls about me. I fade further from myself. Losing hope and releasing my grip. Watching it all fall away. And a true smile creeps upon my face. As I fall to never arise. Collapse to never feel again. While a darkness I unwittenly welcomed.
This is an e-scrapbook ment to collect some of what inspires me. I refuse to be sicker than I am, so I went on with my daily shores to soon. So the flue became a heavy pneumonia.