“CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got... Continue Reading →
When I was in school, the girls used to have a period dedicated to needlework while the boys played football on the huge ground outside. The solace of this needlework period, sometimes, was the view of the ground thanks to the French windows, which we had in some classrooms. Also, fortunately, our school had lots... Continue Reading →
I am no photographer. We've got that out of the way. However, I do admire how some people take to photography like fish to water. And I'm not talking about the ones who know how to use Photoshop and the likes well. It's beyond my comprehension how some people can take an absolutely amazing picture... Continue Reading →
Earrings. The ones that I looked at through glass. The ones that lay on a purple, velvet cushion in the window of the biggest shop in the town. They had filigree carved on them so that sunlight could pass through them like it does through the branches of a tree. *** And when I looked... Continue Reading →
And here I sit in the middle of November with just 15 days to go and nothing planned for my 3rd blogoversary. 3rd? Oh my God! Is it really the third year of blogging? I feel like it was just yesterday we went cruising from A to Z on this very blog with so many wonderful people aboard! To be... Continue Reading →
If there is anything That could perfect be. It is a picture frame of you and me.Time has flown byThe picture remains.Just as beautifulWe didn’t let it stain. It is picturesqueIn all the vibrant huesThe colours refuse To fade awayIf I want to scare my bluesTo the picture I turn my face. Our friendship smiles... Continue Reading →
It’s all pitch dark. No stars twinkle in the night sky. I’m a wave lashing against one of the rocks lined up in front of me like an army waiting to strike. I rise. I crash. I rise again. All I want is a little company while the world is asleep. Some other waves are... Continue Reading →
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