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Death in the house on the manmade lake. Geese sitting in a manmade lake. A hottie washing her BMW. A clever license plate in hexadecimal. Sitting here, stir-crazy, fever over,. Head full of bliss and thoughts flying faster than-. On the edge of a cliff. I look out towards the horizon and see such sights-. I want to sail out and touch the sky. Breathe the breath of an untouched land. Discover a place of my own. The numbers rattle in my head.
Friday, November 11, 2005. I really have no right to be bitching though. During my high school life, and especially since senior year started I have met a number of people who have life so much harder than I do it makes me want to cry. If you read itfirst off why the hell do you check my blog? And second, thanks a bunch.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004. Sunday, September 19, 2004. The Passion of the Christ. That movie was hilarious! But in any case, the best p.
Sunday, May 15, 2005. i figured it would save us time later.
Dalam rangka mengamalkan pancasila kepada anak usia dini maka dengan ini saya mengibaratkan blog ini dibuat. Hari ini adalah hari terakhir kami sebagai pengajar PAUD. Pada hari ini kita melakukan sesuatu yang berbeda. Bukan untuk mengajar, namun untuk meninggalkan jejak, kisah, dan kenangan kita selama mengajar di PAUD. Kita mengadakan sesi foto dan makan bersama. YEY! Siapa yang belom makan? Senang rasanya.
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Toute les photos que je prendré de chauveau , de cours , d intra seron sur se blog et faite vou plaisir prené les sa ser a sa lol.
Friday, November 11, 2005. I really have no right to be bitching though. During my high school life, and especially since senior year started I have met a number of people who have life so much harder than I do it makes me want to cry. If you read itfirst off why the hell do you check my blog? And second, thanks a bunch.
Thursday, August 10, 2006. Tuesday, January 10, 2006. I believe noone reads this anymore. Sort of like leaving a noisy, crowded room and entering a familiar one that is now quiet. This here entry is dedicated to Janosch.