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Welcome to life as I know it. TEV 20 - Launch of the newsletter edition. I am a first year graduate student studying Occupational Therapy at NYU. Thursday, June 4, 2009. It was the perfect day for it, 80 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, slight breeze, the smell of fresh cut grass and new beginnings. I spoke with artist Bonita Davis, her original .
Spam is a fact of Internet life. Here, it is welcomed, displayed, admired, mocked, and occasionally rated. The best will receive a prize! Well, maybe a picture of a prize. Go for it! Thursday, January 01, 2009. I have a strange sense of humour. and, as surely as the sun rises, that spam will find anything accessible on the Internet. Just as surely, there is a humour to be found here.
Houston food, restaurants and dining review. Urban living, travel, thoughts and other randomness. Monday, April 13, 2009. Sunday, April 12, 2009.
How Many Pictures Do I Really Need? The boys are not that bad. Friday, September 26, 2008. Amsterdam pictures will come later.
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Lights out in the entire neighbourhood, which blends against the endless darkness of the night sky, lit up only by intermittent flashes of jagged lightning in the distance, bringing about a serene shade of purple in the sky, while it lasts. Who says you need to be in the eye of the storm to find calm? Silence in the midst of the storm. Where am I going with this? 8211; Param Gupta.
A intenção deste blog é divulgar a música da década de 60 à 80, mostrar sobre a poesia de garagem, e sobre as pensamentos humanos em relações as ciências humanas, biológicas e de exâtas, não se rêstringindo até mesmo na arte da gastrônomia. Receita de Chili de carne com feijão. Receita de Chili de carne com feijão. 150 g de feijão roxinho. 600 g de coxão mole em cubos pequenos.
Welcome to Love Poems to My Love. I started writing love poems to my love back in June of 2006. Soon it will be two years that my love and I will have been together. How long have you been together with your love? Friday, January 9, 2009. Another Sunny Day and You. It was another sunny day. So off walking I went again. I wrapped myself up well. To keep out the cold. With enough layers to remove. If my heat began to swell.
Poetry, My Life Experiences, Motherhood, Family Life,Confessions of a Writer, Educator, Recipes, SWAPS and more. Thursday, September 29, 2016. I looked into my saddened eyes. And saw deep dark pools overflowing. The river of tears ran uncontrolled. Down the my stained cheeks. As I tried to catch them as they fell. The sorrows of yesteryear rush. Through my thoughts and consume. My shattered heart, broken by loss. Of my loved one, no longer at my side.