Life in the eyes of a weirdo. Medicine is a conspiracy, Witchcraft is real. Of mine once seemed wise. She was artsy, cute, and interesting. Suffice it to say I now refer to her as Voldemort, because she is both evil and is the root of a constant pain in my forehead. This woman believes in guiding her life by pure imagination, so I created a fictional story to help you understand her ludicrous thoughts. I think these poisonous boils on my face are about to leak. 8220;Does this stuff work? 8221; I asked.

Musings on life and reality. Behind the tears, a longing. August 21, 2012 by Rommel Ondong. These past days, prayers have inundated the whole scene, all dedicated to a man who has been looked upon by many as a pillar of honest and dedicated service to the Filipino people. Many have not personally met the man, the secretary of the Department of Interior and Local Government, yet they have come to pour their sympathies, tears and prayers for him.

Caffeine, music and twisted german biscuits. TIME FOR one last cup. I still dream of coffee. I still dream of dipping my fingers in eddies of swirling froth and suffer the distant warmth fading with the passing of time. The Scent of Cinnamon and Coffee on My Hair.

Fashion victim is the worst thing you can be. Fairs Are For Cattle Or Craft But Not For Art. Why Indian Women Should Think Twice About Wearing Shorts.

Things People Might Have Done in Their Childhood. On August 26, 2012. On August 16, 2012. For you tito Noodles for dedicating your poem to us and hope you like it. On August 13, 2012. After I bought one i saw a pack of paper just lying on my bed. I know its to late to put it. On July 21, 2012.