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// Lovers' Park or Lover Spark? // We are NEITHER // - Dear All The Friends
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The Last 10 Topics. Farewell, not Eulogy. Gig @ The Art House. Dedicated to thomas. HAHAHAHAHAHA. In all lameness, i apologise for the following. CNY Lunar 2nd Visiting: Mon, 30th Jan 2006. Peep Show @ Esplanade Outdoor Stage 15th Jan 2006 . Back to main page. Dear All The Friends. Tuesday, May 09, 2006. As of 7:35pm yesterday, The Jeiel has landed. (feat. sibling Lystra). Its good to have you back mofo :]. Back to main page. Lovers park on IRC. Boon: geesport.blogspot.com.
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Regenerated Imagination: April 2004
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Like the inside of my head - only readable. Thursday, April 29. What's up in your life? I never really know, it just seems to pass and then it becomes nothing. Like when someone asks "What did you do today? The reply is usually "not much" even if something good happened. Or something devisating or something new or something that really pissed you off. Has life lost it's charm, is it growing boring? Why should we crave something we already have? Posted by Frances bo bancess at Thursday, April 29, 2004.
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Regenerated Imagination: July 2004
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Like the inside of my head - only readable. Wednesday, July 21. Not a happy chappy, you'll get no smile out of me. Feeling quite crap at the moment, more than usual but it doesn't always some through my posts. who wants to read about someone complaining about something they don't understand? Meh tomato tomarto how ever you like it, how's reading this anyway, I used to think I had an audience but I see I was wrong, so I guess theres no point of me writing here anymore. Yeah I'm still here. Monday, July 19.
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Regenerated Imagination: June 2004
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Like the inside of my head - only readable. Sunday, June 27. And I don't know what to write, all the words have gone from my head. sorry. Posted by Frances bo bancess at Sunday, June 27, 2004. Links to this post. Saturday, June 26. I know I'm laughing somewhere. Not here I am for sure". Pardon sir, but we have found. That there is and will be no cure. After many years of figures and microscopes. We gained knowledge, but had no success. I finding why you can't experience. We did try, but found no new day.
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Regenerated Imagination: October 2003
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Like the inside of my head - only readable. Thursday, October 30. With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns, In your head, In your head, they are dyin'. Poor buggers, dunno whats up in my head at the moment but it feels like something up there is dying. Maybe its me. But who is me anyway? Posted by Frances bo bancess at Thursday, October 30, 2003. Links to this post. Wednesday, October 29. ROBYN IS THE BEST! Cause You Aught To Be, Congratulated! Links to this post. Monday, October 27.
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<thought />: August 2007
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The Subtle Art of Writing. Saturday, August 25, 2007. First things first, belated happy birthday and a hearty congratulations to my sister Lystra. She's 21 which is practically ancient! Also she was named as one of the outstanding writers of her batch in De La Salle's lit program, an achievement that simultaneously makes me proud and jealous of her. Which is not to say, that I am feeling crappier. I'm just attempting an amusing observation at 5 in the morning. And. Failing. Probably. And I think it also ...
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Friday, July 17, 2009. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost;. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fier. Follow me on Twitter. Ministry of Miseducation - Thomas. View my complete profile.
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<thought />: July 2009
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Friday, July 17, 2009. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost;. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fier. Follow me on Twitter. Ministry of Miseducation - Thomas. View my complete profile.
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<thought />: April 2009
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This is How It Ends. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. I say I hate people but secretly love them. I miss the sensation of writing, forming words into tangible moments of beauty. The following is rescued from my notebook. And so you reach for it, snatching like an eager lover or slowly savouring the moment. Fingers play over the cover, tactile proof that perhaps your search is over. I feel so inadequate next to this. This is How It Ends. Follow me on Twitter. Ministry of Miseducation - Thomas.