Pages tagged with Diary
Leading a daily life without any problem is the most vital. It has been observed that the daily life requires the active support not only from family members, colleagues and friends but also a few essential things which contribute to a great success to our life.
The freelance world is a scary world to be entering in to.The battle of proposals between yourself and other writers online who have been in the game for years pushing over 1000 jobs with magnificent earnings can leave you feeling a little down and out. Discouraging as it may seem the...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. Its a love story between two childhood buddies. Its a usual story of how their love evolved, the ups and downs it witnessed and how it triumphed finally.
~I spent my time in the desert~1000 days~a place called california~crawling through the mess of me~away from my people~looking or the rest of me~scribbling on a steno pad~the 981st day I was eating breakfast at denny’s &…~
My thoughts for Sunday, October 28, 2012. On earthquakes, tsunamis, coffee and the Bible.
Happiness...we are all responsible for how we are to be happy in our life.
Just a daily log of my journey through life...the struggles and triumphs of my life.
When hearts become weary, there is the need to pause and reflect. Sometimes moving on in spite of all the difficulties is not too good an idea. You need to pause and then reflect.
This page may sound funny or weird to some people but this page covers some aspects of a teenager's life
Its time for shopping day.This is another day in the life of Talaiha, how school shopping went. Also what Talaiha got on this school clothing shopping day.
This is another part of The life of Talaiha. What Talaiha wants to be when she gets older.Also her first Tries at baking. Read on to for more.
Sometimes I don't want to venture off, but, most of the time it is necessary to climb out of ones box to find some serenity and happiness. I had a great time with family and friends -- I also reconnected with a long lost childhood buddy. Three days of an island of escape off the coast...
Random thoughts about the wonders of the natural world, and the blessings of a life lived to the full, despite suffering from severe Rheumatoid Arthritis, and the enjoyment to be found in the garden.
She looked back. Tauntingly or anxiously, he did not know. Nor did he care. But she had looked at him and that was the only thing that had registered in his brain. A diary full of memories rushed to him as if its pages were flapping non-stop on his face. How many bottles of ink he had...
This is a diary, a picture, and a poem. I felt like doing a little sharing and soul purging.
