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New Folder: January 2013

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Friday, January 18, 2013. Some nights I stay up cleaning all my samples. Some nights I wanna give up. Some nights I wish I leave before the janitor. Some nights I wish for more luck. I followed all the steps, repeated ten times too. And I'm still not sure what I did wrong, Oh. Where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? Most nights I don't know, anymore. Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,. Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh. Prep a sample and load it in. Turn up the heat within. SEM late at night.

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New Folder: June 2012

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Tuesday, June 12, 2012. Blinding lights glow like a horizon singed. All the opulence that gold did bring. A voiceless symphony flows with the river. The silent whispers drift on forever. Long grey shadows cast upon the water,. Bend and break with it's laughter. A thousand hues meld with the azure skies,. As the sun closes its vermilion eyes. Upon the old bridge standing together,. In the dying light, glowing forever. Words of love and words of wonder,. That time shall never sunder. Tuesday, June 12, 2012.

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New Folder: Eternal Glow

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Saturday, April 11, 2015. As the rain begins to wash off her fears. Her thoughts return to the present. The smell of the rain brings back memories of all those years. The pale reminiscent of a rainy day. Melding clouds obscure her face. Hoping that the wind would blow them to a place far away. When the rain would disappear. And the wind would lift her up. As the eternal glow of her smile brightens the world around her. Her light pours into this gloomy day. All the memories are left behind. 160;  &#1...

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lafemmereva: The wild west story

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The wild west story. Posted by lafemmereva in beach. Shakeela ma'am. Sorry Susheela ma'am. 70% of her back was short of fabric. And 70% of the male students in the class were high on it. Full attendance of male students to chemistry labs and their subsequent "wet" dreams can be attributed to Susheela ma'am and her backless blouse. This was 10 years ago. You would have thought that by now Susheela would have lost it. Tch! And the sign to hail the waiter is "Run Forrest run"! Dum di da da da da da! Chihuah...

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Jil speaks...: Dead Poets Society

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August 20, 2009. Posted by Dexter Sam at Thursday, August 20, 2009. I watched this movie again by chance on TV. I love this movie. I love these lines of Thoreau especially. In this week, I've been sending these lines out to a lot of my friends. So it had to come up on my blog. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). New Delhi, New Delhi, India. View my complete profile. WIMWI Sentiyapa - Chapter Two. Akshayrajkumar.com A New Blog. Changing the face of Business! The World Around Me. Brothels: a place I despis...

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New Folder: July 2012

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Friday, July 06, 2012. Along the wrinkles of books forgotten. Yellowing pages, dusty and old. Flowing words; a river of black and gold. Beginnings and endings untold. Tracing the outline of every little bend. Warm ink painted on pages cold. Slip into stories from times new and old. Of the brave, beautiful and bold. Flying far, unto the imaginations end. To familiar worlds so unknown. Valleys of flowers and castles of stone. Glow with all the beauty adorn. The place where truth and lies blend. 160;  ...

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IPL Blues. | Obituary To Intelligence

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Anyway. Everyone is going ga-ga over IPL being shifted out of the country, people are in mourning and political parties and politicians are trying to shift focus from the main issues and divert the attention of the public. Its a pity that Indians were forced to a situation where they had to choose between democracy and cricket. And its disgusting to see that Indians, in general, prefer cricket over democracy. And what on earth is wrong with the losers in BJP? BJP’s poster boy in the south Mr Yedura...

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New Folder: April 2015

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Saturday, April 11, 2015. As the rain begins to wash off her fears. Her thoughts return to the present. The smell of the rain brings back memories of all those years. The pale reminiscent of a rainy day. Melding clouds obscure her face. Hoping that the wind would blow them to a place far away. When the rain would disappear. And the wind would lift her up. As the eternal glow of her smile brightens the world around her. Her light pours into this gloomy day. All the memories are left behind. 160;  &#1...

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New Folder: June 2011

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Friday, June 17, 2011. Sleep sets in swift, as I drift. Into a world serene; where my heart is free. Afloat a tranquil stream. Thoughts, I’m bereft of thee. The mist unveils a face, not unfamiliar. Her eyes; an oasis in the sun. Her breath; evanescent white silk. Her laughter; an evening bird song. Her voice; a soft benevolent breeze. In darkness, she is my moon. When lead astray, she is the stars that guide. In dispair, she is an ocean of hope. Her gentle hands cup the embers of life;. Links to this post.

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New Folder: September 2014

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014. As the winds change direction and the sun grows colder. Her thoughts veiled by the faint shadows. All life slowly fades into the grey. Alone she stands brighter than ever. Revealing the approaching fall. The fascinating world around, a reticent giver. Was never her own to keep. What was borrowed shall be bequeathed. Truth, a bitter pang in her heart. Reflected within the lonely tears. Time trickles through as the day grows older. Her memories held dear fall apart. Some nights...