http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim a little bit about my pri-life en samchimmm samchimmm Thu, 15 Nov 2007 02:16:00 +0100 daily 1 I wanted to be the breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far... seems far from here. .................................. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I dont know.. Thu, 15 Nov 2007 02:16:00 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/note-to-self/6/ http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/note-to-self/6/       Forget me not in years ahead For I will still be there My blooms again I shall shed Throughout the summer years Forget me not, azure I unfold The colours of heaven so clear In spring again my blooms you hold Of sky blue fairest and dear (.........................myosotis) Peter S. Quinn Thu, 15 Nov 2007 02:08:51 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/Forget-me-not/5/ http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/Forget-me-not/5/   current life--   i wish i could freeze my feelings into tiny cubes of ice; so whenever i'm feeling that the world give me a hot time, i'm gonna take my ice cubes out and eat it, and this same feelings would  return to me, then i will be happy again. in our life we only one special moment that we wish to rewind over again. " life is like an hour glass glued to the table" --from breath Sun, 28 Oct 2007 04:02:00 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/Saturday-October-27-2007/1/ http://www.blogigo.com/samchhim/Saturday-October-27-2007/1/