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Wednesday, May 23

Tillandsia

I'd love an addition of an air plant to my new bedroom. =) Recent paper says that moisture in the air is enough to make the plant happy. This plant with no roots is also perfect for one who would like to grow green plant around her house but detests the messiness of soil. =P Cactus is easy to keep too, but I do not like the form of it.

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posted by Graciana@Home at 12:01 pm

Does the plant attract insects?

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Adi : 5:22 pm

Do they look like insect eaters =P ? jok ngamuk lho graz hihihi

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Anonymous : 2:26 am

I have no inkling about that! Could you help me find out? Surely I would not favour breeding of insects in my room.

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Graciana@Home : 9:11 am

Costs $12 =S

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Graciana@Home : 3:31 am

everything is ex in sg..

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Tuesday, May 8

das kleine krokoDil

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Oe3FG4EOgyU

schnappi schnappi schnapp (ja!)
o ja!

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Sunday, May 6

Grass flower

A while ago when the girls (ST, SY, me) chattered and excitedly negotiated about wedding flowers on way home, AK plucked a twig of grass flower among the many collections at the front yard of I.Hts and gave it to me. I forgot how my heart respond at that moment, it did a modest leap perhaps.=$ This morning as I saw it, stashed in the Bible and dry as a bone, I remembered: All flesh is grass, and the glory of flesh is the flower of grass. Grass withers. Flower falls.

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Thursday, May 3

FATHER, call me

Could I forsake this unbearable life. I shall sigh and weep no more. I shall carve my life unreservedly. I shall write lines in free prose, generously. Why? Be uninhibited by the restraints and burdens of faith! The demands to always do the right thing, and never been given the right to be wrong. I desire pleasure. I abhor the debate of what is deemed fit, and not. Loathe and to forget the tautness of right and wrong. What little men have deemed right, and dedicated to the divine. I have never been fitting in this prison. I have never been suiting. In this garden I have not borned with fruit. I persisted with only thorns. The wild years without Christianity have been lost and wasted. Losing and wasting more years, again, would I mind a bit, would it matter at all. To close my eyes to the truth and untangle myself from the bind in my chaotic heart. I could not. It is not me who chooses to be a Christian. Rant and rave in rebellion. My wildness grows and it distorts. Hear YOU call me, child. Could I again, FATHER?

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posted by Graciana@Home at 6:13 am

The search for pleasure has been there for as long as there have been animals (including humans). it is the breeding ground of many mischief, e.g. drugs, drink, etc. However if one seeks life, my answer cannot be other than to seek truth which is truly truth, something that is alive. not some dry or dead knowledge, bandied around and debated most by those who have not seen it in its vitality, nor experienced the life.

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Anonymous : 5:26 pm

why do we have to make pleasure versus truth ar? Can't it be pleasure in the truth...and then pleasure going fwd in parallel with the truth?

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Anonymous : 2:23 am

In truth is true pleasure. Outside truth it's false pleasure, empty and destroying.

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Wednesday, May 2

The glory of the children of GOD

For the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight. Through their victories YOU give, their glory is great. How long, O LORD, must we wait till YOU restore the glory of YOUR children? YOU are the KING of Glory.

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