Firstly, you should not believe in all things you see or hear in the world wide web. moreso, claims or promises. however convincing or sincere they may be. this is not an ordinary soiree of minds. If sympathy is your plea, then it is clear that you cannot receive it from the former. the next is your best bet. Living each day as if it was your. A silence perturbed from a sound of a message tone reserved for a few.

This page cannot be displayed. The Remains of the Day. Learning tricks with a knife. All it takes is a calculated step, just a few seconds before a whistle and the screech of steel on steel. The element of surprise, the brief moment of di.

Monday, January 22, 2018. On how we went to bed one night and never shared a bed again. Nobody tells you about the moment. Nobody warns you but at some point, you got into bed with somebody, slept, woke up, got ready for work, and never shared a bed again. And so I take that flight from Sydney to Hawaii. I turn back the hands of time. I fill the spaces in my memory with whatever I can get my hands on.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015. Fenyachan Tokyo Ghoul - Freedom. On holidays go off the beaten path. Keep your social media feeds active. Bring out the landscapes and the seascapes. Caption them with locations and nothing else. Leave out the subtle admonitions, the quiet declarations of your solitude. Turn out of the blue. You are your best companion, for now. Those who weighed you down? Chasing them left you feeling alone eve.

The Guy with a Gun. Extravagance and the End of the World. I am proud to have done one of the bravest things I could do for this year. The streets, the lights, the shadows. Remember those Walls I Built? April 29, 2012.

Chronicled by Peter Pan on travels, observations, day-to-day events, and commentaries on social and political matters. Sunday, 29 July 2012. Our tour guide warned about the emotional draw of this place,. 8220;many have cried and some quickly rushed outside because they could not bear the mere thought of being there.

Because there always is method in the madness. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Three years is a long time. But to start anew, one must fold, rip, and continue below the dotted line. Saturday, October 03, 2009. There might be a day when I would go back to the comforts of routine, of newspaper stains on my fingers every morning, paydays, taxes, visits to the dentist, monthly bills; a day when I might go back to the monotony of lists and schedules. Saturday, September 19, 2009.