The Louis Vuitton Papillon 30 Ain't she a beauty? What my heart desires is actually the smaller version, the Papillon 26. Come to think of it, 30, 26, it doesn't matter. It's beautiful. *sigh*
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Looking Ahead
Observations by Arthur Lundkvist
If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and when it comes, hold you head high, look it squarely in the eye and say, "I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me." -- Ann Landers
Snapshots
Looking Ahead
Words from the Wise
"Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always. " -- Rainier Maria Rilke
Legends to be
- Ailee: The View from Saturday
- Camillo: et tout ça…
- Daisy: My Dizzy Thoughts
- Ernald: NoblEagle
- Marco: Chocnut, remembering before I forget
- Peej: Somewhere I have never traveled
- Toie: The Worrywart
- Ailee: Sillington House
- Bianca: Daydream Believer
- Tonette: Singing at the top of my lungs.
- The Mister's Multiply site
- My multiply site
The Legends
All about food
Whatever suits my fancy
Blasts from the Past
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January
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- The perfect song :-)
- Just a survey I got from Camillo's blog :-)
- One True Love vs. One Great Love
- Beautiful Sadness
- My Short-Term Goal
- Mad World
- Just want to share
- At Peace with the Cosmos
- Gretchen Barretto's Pantene Ad
- Loving Leo more
- A taste of Role Reversal
- For a while by Nina Simone
- A bit of good news :-)
- On anger and then some...
- I am finally blogging...
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January
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Poetry Schmoetry
I was another person yesterday, I will become yet
another tomorrow. What I have seen I have forgotten,
but it is still there somewhere in the attic.
The fear is not mine, I have only borrowed it as long
as I need it.
This is the most common comic effect: someone throws himself with full forces against an open door.
At night the windows should stand open for Something
that wants to go out or in.
Scarecrows stand in Sunday suits, black as guests at a
funeral in the midst of all the arriving city dwellers
in garish rags.
No prayers help when lightning makes the window shade
fly up with a snap. But somebody can open a book and
enter into a wonderful garden.
What is repressed in dreams breaks out in reality and what the cuckoos write in May will fly on its own wings in September.
2 comments:
It's nice to see another bag lover openly expressing her desire for her latest object of lust. =D Remember your husband once asked ME how many bags I own in an effort to prove to you that you don't need so many bags? The look on his face when I said "uh... around 50?" was priceless. :p Bag lovers of the world unite!
Have I ever told you that one of my life goals is to own an Hermes Birkin?
Once you see me toting around an Hermes Birkin, you'd know it only means one thing: I've made it, Baby! I own the Rolls Royce of bags! Yeah!!!;-) HEHEHEHE.
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