tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9274646.post112425747470567921..comments2023-10-10T06:02:26.291-07:00Comments on What's In A Title?: WRITING WITHOUT INKDelphic Oraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300832851921971682noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9274646.post-1125029565215282262005-08-25T21:12:00.000-07:002005-08-25T21:12:00.000-07:00i do remember a lot of my past very vividly...i st...i do remember a lot of my past very vividly...i still miss the smell of winter, the dust and all my friends around during that december...it's a different feeling altogether, u want it to come back to u, but its already history...and hey there's nothing wrong being self-absorbed...it's just the train of thoughts we follow when we come across something that we connect to...Delphic Oraclehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300832851921971682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9274646.post-1124993961022774042005-08-25T11:19:00.000-07:002005-08-25T11:19:00.000-07:00yeah...panic is spelt without a "k". Oh well. Oh s...yeah...panic is spelt without a "k". Oh well. Oh something I wanted to ask you....do you tend to remember your childhood memories very vividly? Like that carnival thing? And the clothes you wore, or the smell of your hair, or the weather or things like that? i do that a lot. it's like i'm still there. And there's this silly character who goes to college and smiles like an idiot at anything and everything. I think my favourite year was the winter of '93Loony Libberswick of Llaplandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02054132476841870765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9274646.post-1124993690821070972005-08-25T11:14:00.000-07:002005-08-25T11:14:00.000-07:00Oh I get these stupid people advertising in my blo...Oh I get these stupid people advertising in my blogs as well. Stupid people. I like your blog a lot...for once, i didn''t skip lines either! I read Life of Pi...and i loved it...only no-one else wants to read it..so i can't talk about it with anyone. Anyway, I shouldn't fret, because i hate discussing books. I hate it when people ask me which part I liked and stuff like 'what do you think that part meant?' Jeez...figure it out for yourself. It's like when people ask me the time. They don't realise I get a panick attack everytime i look at my watch. It's one of those stupid things. Like playing guitar in front of everyone or singing or feeling foolish in general. I hope you get your telescope. And I'm sorry for being so self-absorbed...I kinda...get diverted a lot.Loony Libberswick of Llaplandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02054132476841870765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9274646.post-1124610968683835482005-08-21T00:56:00.000-07:002005-08-21T00:56:00.000-07:00what the hell was that????what the hell was that????Delphic Oraclehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300832851921971682noreply@blogger.com