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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: A wise physician...
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Friday, September 19, 2008. Keep up good works.i remember you at all! Hello hapi blogging. have a nice day! Hi just dropping by here. have a nice day! Http:/ kantahanan.blogspot.com/. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why women cry . . . Why are you crying? He asked his mom. Because Im a woman, she told him. I dont understand, h. I can't hear you.
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: Class Room Memories
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Monday, May 02, 2011. I was the happy clown who made every one laugh. I was the tomboy who did not care for the boys. I was the brave who stood up to mean girls. I was the fool who got punished for helping the weak. I was the curious who asked the weird questions. I was the poet who got picked on for being creative. I was the observer who always sat in the last raw. Time has flown by I am still the same cheerful clown. Labels: Class Room Memories. View my complete profile.
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: In Life...
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Sunday, May 22, 2011. In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why women cry . . . Why are you crying? A friend is .
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: Happiness is like a..
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Happiness is like a. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”. View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why women cry . . .
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: Be like a Duck...
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Wednesday, March 21, 2012. Be like a Duck. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”. View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why women cry . . .
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: Too Often we judge people...
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Too Often we judge people. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”. View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why are you crying?
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl: The Opportunist
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Random Musings of a Lankan Girl. Monday, March 12, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”. View my complete profile. A Thought From Buddhist Wisdom. Thoughts of the day. I need to know If you're my true friend. Why women cry . . . Why are you crying?
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"O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near!...": April 2012
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O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near! Thursday, April 5, 2012. They say that the road to hell. Is paved with good intentions. And the truth will set you free. But when one is paving a path. And the other seeking the truth. Through cracks in the stone. Is one foot closer. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). They say that the road to hell Is paved with good .
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"O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near!...": Rain City Blues
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O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near! Monday, June 13, 2011. In the deepening night. Luring the lost and deserted. To take yearning shelter. Under tired awnings;. By dreams of yesterday. The rain drifts softly. Glossing the darkened city streets. As he looks for the One ;. Which will set him free. Against the tearing window. Baby nestled in her arms. The rain slashes down. Over the churning melting pot. The mired metal animals;. As the boy squats. Beside the hazy peanut vendor:.
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"O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near!...": June 2011
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O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw near! Monday, June 13, 2011. In the deepening night. Luring the lost and deserted. To take yearning shelter. Under tired awnings;. By dreams of yesterday. The rain drifts softly. Glossing the darkened city streets. As he looks for the One ;. Which will set him free. Against the tearing window. Baby nestled in her arms. The rain slashes down. Over the churning melting pot. The mired metal animals;. As the boy squats. Beside the hazy peanut vendor:. I want to ...
