this is another song that reminds me of cold city nights in winter
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I want to fly to you
Happy Birthday my great King.
You're beautiful
That's for sure
You'll never ever fade
I'm like a bird
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
But my love is true, yeah...
from cafe del mar
the heady young days of walking along the bangkok streets at night
our love...
is swollen
liang jing jing
did this make you look?I was teaching a little girl to recognise a 'happy' face. When I asked her to look at my 'happy' eyes and asked her if 'happy' eyes 'sparkle', her response was,
"Yes, but I think your eyes sparkle because you put sparkly things on it..."
I didn't know whether to feel sparkily 'happy' or sparkily sad...
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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