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i was wearing a collared shirt when i stumbled upon the most handsome man who was wearing a brown cardigan. he smelt of burberry and was wearing brown boat shoes to match his ensemble. he said i looked like a just woke up but somehow i took this as a compliment. we went to coffee bean for drinks and exchanged numbers.Posted By joy On 09.06.2009 @ 4:30 pm
summer is here, time to take out those sandals you bought last year. i bought new sandals/flipflops this year. they are black and the strap part is gray/black plaid. my friend just bought a pair of sandals the other day at dsw. i think theyre gladiators, but i cant be surePosted By joy On 06.27.2009 @ 7:39 am
finals are finally done, and i can rest! it’s actually about time. i felt like i worked really hard this year. the thing about the school year is that the weeks go by really slowly, but the year goes by really quickly. i am going to rest and relax by reading a lot and studying for the SATs in the fall -_-Posted By joy On 06.19.2009 @ 12:56 pm
I took off my mask. Sweat accumulated under the plastic; my bangs plastered themselves to my forehead. I waited for someone at the party to notice that I’d given up, my charade finished. They sipped punch and danced. I didn’t need to wear that mask in the first place.Posted By Joy On 04.12.2009 @ 4:10 am
I don’t get startled much. My little brother always tried to scare me when we were young. He would jump out from behind doors or wait in the room to hop out at me. I think I have gotten used to it. My mom on the other hand is so easy to startle, and my curious little brother always took that to his advantage.Posted By Joy On 11.03.2008 @ 5:07 pm
gentle on my mind is the name of a song i knew long ago. it sounds like a massage for the mind. but i like hard massages by gentle people. i want to be gentle but strong, not weak. gentle is a mother’s touch on a baby’s brow. gentle is a summer’s breeze on a warm day. gentle is you touching me.Posted By joy On 10.29.2008 @ 2:40 am
I will walk my own path for all the days of my life and I will continue to stick to my path and not walk on yours. My path is full of trees and flowers and birds and bees and bright sunshine and lots of friends and family and full of life and laughter and happiness and all the good stuff that life should be made off.Posted By Joy On 10.24.2008 @ 4:03 pm
birds fly up in big packs feathered clouds and large pecking masses, flying into each other and diving down on the traveller of the sidewalks screaming, shrieking like banshees, cawing, pecking, and then they fly off, exploding in a big colorful burst of feathers.Posted By joy On 09.23.2008 @ 6:54 pm
wildflowers are beautiful. In fact, they are a source of inspiration when you are feeling down. Their colors astound you with their unqiue beauty. Amazingly, there are no two flowers alike. They can be used to cheer someone up on a bad day, as a show of love, and often they are used to decorate the graves of those who have gone on. Interestingly enough, wildflowers mean so much, although we rarely realize it.Posted By Joy On 09.14.2008 @ 4:39 pm
I was certain when I met Dave that I loved him. But things were not to be that simple. They say that the first thing that attracts you to a person is the thing that later causes problems. Boy is that ever true! In my case, it was the sadness in Dave’s eyes. As it turned out that was due to his last marriage. And that was the very thing that was to cause us the most grief in our relationship. I wonder what it is that causes the most problems for others?Posted By Joy On 05.17.2008 @ 3:27 am
i worked a shift at tim hortons one time and i threw up everywhere kristyn avella was there, i miss kristyn avella :( she died on january 3rd last year, weird… 1 yewar ago today… that makes me sad sad sad sad sad sad sad mind is blank i wish i could look at david’s conversation that makes me sad too… poor david boohoo where’s paula… at the movies with her dad watching avatar i wonder if it’s any good i hear it was and that somePosted By joy On 01.03.2010 @ 10:24 am
I once was a kid, and I was in love with Enid Blyton’s stories. I read this story where they made birdhouses and I was so inspired I didn’t just rush outside to make one (which was a futile attempt anyway..).
I made a promise to shelter birds in the future.
Totally.Posted By Joy On 12.30.2009 @ 4:10 am