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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: May 2007
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. As have been read before. Posted by the lowly gardener at 5:21:00 PM. Links to this post. Posted by the lowly gardener at 5:18:00 PM. Links to this post. The color of a deity. That means you too.
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Sugar, Spice, Not Everything's Nice.: October 2013
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013. It is true what they say about emotional pain hurts more than the physical kind. It is the kind of pain that lingers - the kind that you'll never really get over with in a short period of time. It took me a while to get over the loneliness that I initially felt. I mean, I still feel lonely sometimes, in fact I still get into those bouts of depression sometimes. But I am glad to say that I finally am okay. I would also like to take this time to thank the people who made me fee...
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Sugar, Spice, Not Everything's Nice.: Reconnected: Ramblings on a Warm November Day
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Monday, November 5, 2012. Reconnected: Ramblings on a Warm November Day. Wow It has been a while. I have not been writing a blog entry for a long time and although I would like to say I have a lot of spare time in my hand, I'd rather spend this precious hours sleeping. It is that stressful. I take photos, and blog," he said. "You are a blogger too.". Hmmm Yes, I am a blogger, although I haven't been doing it for a long long time. It made me guilty. Then I came to Manila to work. Do not get me wrong, I am...
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Sugar, Spice, Not Everything's Nice.: Thank You.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013. It is true what they say about emotional pain hurts more than the physical kind. It is the kind of pain that lingers - the kind that you'll never really get over with in a short period of time. It took me a while to get over the loneliness that I initially felt. I mean, I still feel lonely sometimes, in fact I still get into those bouts of depression sometimes. But I am glad to say that I finally am okay. I would also like to take this time to thank the people who made me fee...
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: December 2006
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. I am (wo)man, hear me roar. In numbers too big to ignore. And I know too much to go back an' pretend. Cause I've heard it all before. And I've been down there on the floor. Oh yes I am wise.
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: January 2007
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. Something my heart knows by heart. A challenge to the death. I have crossed a thousand bridges. In my search for something real. There were great suspension bridges. I've always been alone.
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: November 2006
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. I don't understand it either. i just do. Yeah, I want to travel south this year. Won't prevent safe passage here. Why you act crazy. Not an act maybe. So close a lady. Yeah, hey yeah. Loving so...
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: September 2006
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. Staying home alone on a Friday. Flat on the floor looking back. After all the crushes have faded. And all my wishful thinking was wrong. I'm tired of being alone. So hurry up and get here.
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: July 2006
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. As the sun goes through the button hole. I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this sharksfin-haired twirl. Mr Groans strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer.
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confessions of a typewriter or are they?: October 2006
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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. IRIS: goddess of the rainbow. And I'd give up forever to touch you. Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be. And I don't want to go home right now.
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