http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/ lala land Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:10:00 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. Books Humor http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/162.html Mon, 26 Nov 2007 07:05:22 GMT Walking with a drink in hand. Late night conversations. Water breaks. Meet you at the statue. Shy swimming. "Uncle, Boat Quay please" Palm to Palm. Salsa-Like. Birthday Surprise. Short Leather Skirt. Happy 21st. Guitar Tears. Mandy Moore. "Will you, um...? "Yes" Pan Pac blankets. With 10 others. Taiwan. London. Christmas Shopping. Jobless. Getting fired because of me. Getting driving liscense. Being happy anyway. Soya Bean at Suntec City on weekdays at 6.00pm after the number 10 bus. Moving house. Parents left. Minor Operations. Last Minute Christmas... (more) http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=162 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/161.html Wed, 07 Nov 2007 05:58:15 GMT Dear Andrew, My goats are being very naughty and trying to eat the paper that I'm writing this letter to you on.Today a woman in my village who was suffering from AIDS passed away. She has two children who are now orphans. She got the disease from her husband and passed it on to her children, who now suffer from the disease. Their grandmother is now taking care of them but she is old and cannot afford the treatment. We had a volunteer here and she cried and told me that no one knows what is really going on with this disease. There are so many of my relatives who are infected and we are all... (more) http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=161 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/160.html Wed, 31 Oct 2007 07:04:23 GMT Trust that little voice in your head that says "Wouldn't it be interesting if..."; And then do it. What can I do? What should I do? What shouldn't I do? When do I do it? How do I do it? What are the consequences? What if This? What if That? Will it be successful? Who can I depend on? Where do I get this? How will I manage? Will it be ok? Endless questions and the answers to them all can only be found only when I just do it. http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=160 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/159.html Tue, 30 Oct 2007 04:50:59 GMT Maybe tomorrow everything will be ok. There will be a safe place to go and feel at home. There will be no monsters and smart guardians. And I will finally lie down in my fields of gold. Where do you find fields of gold? http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=159 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/158.html Thu, 04 Oct 2007 10:38:35 GMT If I fall down a tree and land on a purple cushion, follow the litte white rabbit down the yellow brick road, into a cave and transform, would you wanna hear my tale? If I climbed up a giant tree and visited Moonface and ate honey pop biscuits and used the giant slide with a cushion to get out, would you wait at the bottom when i come out? If I packed a picnic of strawberries and tea and crumpets and butter, would you be quiet with me for a few hours? If I sat on a chair with invisible wings and it brought me places while i eat hot toast with butter and sugar, would you want place bits of... (more) http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=158 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/157.html Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:18:37 GMT "If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view. Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly. Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be. I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you. I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your... (more) http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=157 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/156.html Wed, 05 Sep 2007 06:58:51 GMT No. Floor. Beneath my feet. It is gone. The illusion. That once was. Is no more. http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=156 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/155.html Wed, 13 Jun 2007 11:11:56 GMT Good cop and Bad cop are going to reclaim our sacred safety. We used to have it until the oracle left us. We thought we could live without it. But we can't. We need the safe place. We need it now more than ever. http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=155 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/154.html Mon, 21 May 2007 03:06:11 GMT http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=154 http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/archive/153.html Sun, 20 May 2007 08:25:23 GMT The one in the mirror does not smile back at me and I know why But I tell the one in the mirror That the garden we dreamt of will be built no matter what it'll just take a little longer The one in the mirror is not used to not getting her way So she stamps her feet and scowls at me I try to tell her it will be ok The garden will be here Because the healer has planted all the seeds. http://dysfunctional1.blogdrive.com/comments?id=153