August 26, 2009 in Uncategorized. I realize that being a nurse and being an artist are two different monsters. They both have a completely different make. As a nurse, I run around all day, most of my conversations with patients or co-workers are related to care or medicine, with jokes and gossip typically taking place in the medication room or conference room. I realize that the two have vastly differing paces. Either way, I need some human interaction after doing a lot of soul searching.

There is nothing we can do with the outcomes that fall shortly after our decisions. Our decisions are based on our better or lack of judgment. Just something I wrote on my spare time. 8220;Oh the thought that lingers on,. That presses upon my chest. It clouds my mind and everything so,.

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Fear is Temporary, Regret is Forever. The bridge I jumped off. For the very frist time on my journey I finally have internet. Oh just in case you.

Who is this encarnacion? In Hoc Signo Vinces. In this sign you will conquer. Who is this encarnacion? Beneath the surface with Sam. Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. In the secret, in the quiet place.

Thank you Friendschanne1 on youtube! 8221; you know they are interested and my plan is working! How long can I keep it up? Who knows but probably forever since like every single animal and plant species on Earth is endangered.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. So what can I say.

A finite mind after an INFINITE heart. Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.

Requesting for higher wage, workers at Honda plant in China have been on a strike for a week now. What is remarkable about this event is that the Chinese authority is actually letting this strike to proceed and even allowed its heavily regulated media to air them. Why? News of the day.

Sunday, July 11, 2010. So give me that passion again. Mend a heart of clay. That You can mold into. Come and kiss me once again. For Your love is better than wine. In the secret place i cry out for You. For i am weak but You are strong. So let me see Your face o God. Because with one glance of Your eye. Though i sleep but my heart is awake. My love, My perfect one.