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Trapped in Shades of Gray: Its because of their silhouttes, i refuse to sing.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Saturday, December 22, 2007. Its because of their silhouttes, i refuse to sing. One Random thought after the other made me check this blog of mine again. Its just so easy to loose momentum when blogging. and ill tell you why,. Its because of their silhouettes ofcourse! Their hazy yet distinguished outlines, they mark my stand. they define my posture, my stance. and yes, they are the reason i sing. A blog without readers is not a blog at all, or so i thought. I should sing for me.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: Blogging. *sighs*
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Thursday, October 18, 2007. Http:/ wild-adapter.spaces.live.com/default.aspx. It gives me physical pain when i go through the archives of my old blog. Gives me real, stinging, aching, physical pain. I truly missed Bloggin. Inty doctor a7een :P U'll blog when u have time.for now just keep a notebook of ideas for things to blog about. October 24, 2007 at 10:38 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Person Behind the Words. View my complete profile.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: July 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Tuesday, July 31, 2007. A Poem I wrote For a 3 day Old Baby. God bless them both! My Bundle of Joy,. Your little hands,. And because of you. I touch the end corners. When Life was breathed into you. A new life was breathed into me. And when you opened your eyes for the first time to the world,. My eyes also opened to a different world. A whole different world. You are in it. I hold you now. In the embrace of my arms. Don’t you know,. That it is you who holds me. You are my gift.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: April 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Thursday, April 26, 2007. I chose the title. Because it represents what this blog is all about. In Italian Tongue it means " Awakening", and after a year of leaving the blogging world,. Is the word behind my endeavor, my attempt to blog again. I would like to Dedicate this. To the Soul of My Brother, My classmate, Rashid El Muheri, who have passed away in a car accident yesterday before Dawn. May His Soul also meet a. For what is Death but an Awakening from a long slumber?
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: December 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Saturday, December 22, 2007. Its because of their silhouttes, i refuse to sing. One Random thought after the other made me check this blog of mine again. Its just so easy to loose momentum when blogging. and ill tell you why,. Its because of their silhouettes ofcourse! Their hazy yet distinguished outlines, they mark my stand. they define my posture, my stance. and yes, they are the reason i sing. A blog without readers is not a blog at all, or so i thought. I should sing for me.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: November 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Thursday, November 15, 2007. A poetic Debut- In the midst of Molecular Biology and Genetics. Its the strangest thing, how in the midst of molecular biology and gentics, amidst all the fuss and knots of pre-med, that i actually find the time ( and the inspiration for that matter! Its the thing that keeps me sane i guess. God bless the linguistics, and everything poetic. From music, to Art, Even medicine :). A peice i wrote just now, un-edited- because i feel like it :). The Emot...
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: October 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Thursday, October 18, 2007. Http:/ wild-adapter.spaces.live.com/default.aspx. It gives me physical pain when i go through the archives of my old blog. Gives me real, stinging, aching, physical pain. I truly missed Bloggin. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Person Behind the Words. View my complete profile.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: June 2007
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Monday, June 25, 2007. A Frustrated writer about to Explode! So here's the freakin deal! SO ive been developing whats even worse than a writer's block, ive become FRUSTRATED. and when your FRUSTRATED, you develop this ugly knot in your tummy, and you feel like crying just for the heck of it ( and to feel like the dramah queen you really are) to just, let it out. You see, to likes of me, writing is like. breathing. Exageration mon cherie? Ladies and gentlemen,. A production of a...
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: A Frustrated writer about to Explode!
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Monday, June 25, 2007. A Frustrated writer about to Explode! So here's the freakin deal! SO ive been developing whats even worse than a writer's block, ive become FRUSTRATED. and when your FRUSTRATED, you develop this ugly knot in your tummy, and you feel like crying just for the heck of it ( and to feel like the dramah queen you really are) to just, let it out. You see, to likes of me, writing is like. breathing. Exageration mon cherie? Ladies and gentlemen,. A production of a...
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Trapped in Shades of Gray: Hope, for a poet.
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Trapped in Shades of Gray. Saturday, July 21, 2007. Hope, for a poet. Like thick clouds, overwhelmed. Pregnant with rain,. Cold, heavy and unforgiving. They Plow the earth,. And reveal her secrets-. Extract it from the depth of her womb,. And they breathe, wail, and die. Flee from the glaze of the sun. They are Kings of golden courts,. And the blood smeared on their hands, becomes wine. Loves deep, red wine. Entombed, the living- in houses made by the dead. The Mocking bird is killed,. Insurgence to live,.