Confuzzled
Confuzzled
Lousy. Sick.
Tired, depressed, upset, mad... ugh!!!
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glad to be back, even if its just for the day. but hopefully longer.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Buzzing. Seem to have been overly energetic today. Made two lots of jam, Two small Shepards pies, and a massive pot of Vegetarian Sweet chilli and rice.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Gloomy. Eid celebrations are over and now is the time to look back on routine.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I feel all up n' runnin!
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
So soon? My holidays are still going oooonnnnn....Originally Posted by Pensive
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Well, it's the last holiday here, which is depressing.So soon? My holidays are still going oooonnnnn....
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Bad. 'Cuz here the holidays will still go ooonnnn, puja's coming now and holy days are always holidays.Well, it's the last holiday here, which is depressing.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Yes, long winter holidays can be a lot of fun!Bad. 'Cuz here the holidays will still go ooonnnn, puja's coming now and holy days are always holidays.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
OK, I feel a lot better now. *stretches*
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I think i ate too much.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
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