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Three Months later | Touching Joy
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February 17, 2010 at 3:49 pm. Three months later, and I am happy to report back. I am not dead yet. Just very very tired. But, in my moments of solemn thought and introversion (which happens more than what is healthy) I realise how much I miss blogging. Seriously. I think of the silliest things to report on, and fail. This time I am not going to try and win. I am just going to post when I can. and what I can. So I am back. For now. And I love you. Entry filed under: Touching Joy. Dare you to Move. Enter ...
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Breaking the silence | Touching Joy
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November 2, 2009 at 6:05 pm. There is nothing worse than admitting failure. But this time it is really sucky. I just can’t manage to keep this blog going anymore. For no reason than pure and utter laziness I have reduced myself from living only in the physical world devoid of virtuality and anonymity. How insane is that? So, if you are reading this… if my broken promises haven’t forced you to delete me from your blogroll… join in the sickness. And now I feel a little ill. Entry filed under: Touching Joy.
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So Now I am so Broke I can’t even pay attention. | Touching Joy
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So Now I am so Broke I can’t even pay attention. November 9, 2009 at 9:29 pm. I signed my house papers today. We move in at the end of December. Hubs and I now own a 3 bedroom home. I feel so incredibly blessed. To God be the glory. Shall we eat cake now? Entry filed under: Touching Joy. Tags: All we need is Love. Facebook has changed my life one status update at a time. Just for Kicks and Giggles. Sometimes I Wonder Why I Think I am Cool. South Africa versus America showdown. The Beauty of Life. Poetry-...
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On writing poetry. | Touching Joy
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November 5, 2009 at 3:06 pm. I think that this poem pretty much enuciates my whole life making anything I say in future so not worth it. Robots kill. I need groceries. Entry filed under: Touching Joy. Tags: Sometimes I Wonder Why I Think I am Cool. Stick people are easy to draw. 3 Comments Add your own. November 5, 2009 at 7:42 pm. It’s not until reading this that I realise how much of a bread I am. Scary. November 6, 2009 at 8:40 am. Um so I kind of lost your blog. YEAH I KNOW? Oh and that is awesome.
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Ok now that that is out of the way. | Touching Joy
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Ok now that that is out of the way. February 18, 2010 at 11:40 am. Make way for improvements! Things are much to stale around here! Let’s open a window! Let’s breathe in the fresh air of 2010! November 2009 was so last year and it’s time to let loose and let live! My list of things to change around here. 1 Get a new header. 2 Sort out the mess that is my pages. 3 Increase the level of awesome. And maybe provide a few updates on the diy project that is my new house! What updates do you have? Notify me of ...
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Sixth In Line: Long, striated and with sharp edges
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Saturday, August 08, 2015. Long, striated and with sharp edges. We have a pot bound tub of mother-in-law’s tongue in our back yard, which has toppled over in the wind. Strange, given the plant is so heavy that the wind has dislodged it or maybe its upended state has more to do with the number of fronds. The pot has lost its centre of gravity. There it sits on its side like a beached whale or a creature otherwise out of its natural habitat. Why do mother in laws get such bad press? His uncle owned a farm ...
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Who Let the Dogs Out?! | Bubble Tea With Misha Lee
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Bubble Tea With Misha Lee. Who Let the Dogs Out? On: April 16, 2010. There are times when you are so down. Times when you feel like crying. And then when you look down you see big brown eyes who seems to cry out “I’m here! 8221; Then makes his way to your lap and licks your hand. Dogs really are so sweet aren’t they? I want you guys to meet my two dogs, Peanut and Sugar. Aren’t they adorable? My cute Sugar on her birthday. In her signature pink shoes. Well here’s a picture of a Chow Chow. April 19, 2010 ...
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Cloudy Day | Bubble Tea With Misha Lee
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Bubble Tea With Misha Lee. On: May 10, 2010. Kids always seems to be asking a lot of questions. Earlier today while playing with my kid cousin just out of the blue she pointed out how she saw an elephant way up in the clouds. We decided to sit out on the lawn and draw clouds and whatever pictures the clouds showed us. It was fun, then she asked me what clouds taste like? And then she went on to proceed how it would feel to sit on clouds. What do clouds taste like? 2 Responses to "Cloudy Day". You are com...
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Life, through my eyes...: May 2009
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Friday, May 29, 2009. The Modernisation Of Wendy Peter P. - Part 9. When night spreads her dark cloak upon the horizon, I sit by my window, holding my breath. I hope he comes. After last night, he might have given up on me. The ticking of the clock is maddening. As the hands spin the hours, I feel my hope fading. He enters after I open the window for him. Wendy, you did nothing wrong.". I've been thinking of you all day long.". The Mo...
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Life, through my eyes...: There Once Was A Girl
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Sunday, December 18, 2011. There Once Was A Girl. There was a small farm in the countryside. There was a pretty green cottage on the small farm. Inside the cottage was a sweet yellow bedroom. Inside the sweet yellow bedroom was a white rocking chair by the window. On the white rocking chair by the window sat a little 7 year old girl. On the little 7 year old girl's lap was a blue book. The blue book was closed. It was raining heavily.