Falling could be casual or serious. This may be the casual one. Yet it was fatal. The sound when she hit the ground increased my epinephrine, sooner it changed to another hormone making negative emotion to me such as anger, upset, regretfulness , depression, disappointment, self- blaming... Everything came out with a "bang". Nothing I can do to save her life. Just a little crack end her life. What a cruel world. Her voice were sweet, not as sweet as her sister though. I like her as a normal girl living in a small village, singing a familiar tune. Not so outstanding, very down to earth. She's still with me, but everything is different. She lost her voice, and I lost $200, just a "bang"......
Recommended by Monica Calvo in eendar* by Mitsuru Koga(....which found this in Happy Cavalier. You see? This is internet.) Very nice tiny little vases, made by seastone. A lot of natural and a little bit artificial. Weird and beautiful. What else can it can be?
But I wonder which kind of plant can be placed inside these mini container.
I heard this song again tonight in the way back home. My favorite song at all time. More than one time it got my tears. I wish I would be able to sing this song one day in my life.
For those who have dreams in his/her life. Frank Sinatra - My Way lyrics
And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear; I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full - I've travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way.
I believe everyone has his/her very own creature bringing along with. They are weird, beautiful, emotional, bulky, lonely, charming, supernatural, mysterious, sometimes invisible. I wanna draw them out one by one. It's difficult cause they change every minute. But at least I have to draw mine.
Drew sometimes before. Just have time to scan them.
Music of 2014
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Helplessly, large part of our life will be forever buried in the abyss of
the forgotten.
Music is the breadcrumbs we leaves behind.
Here's to 2014.
My Life
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I have finally drafted 3 assignments, have to make refinement tmr. actually
it's the most efficient that i can drafted 3 work in 3 weeks, including
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