Archive for March, 2008

Mar 30 2008

Sprinkling Happy Joy

Published by Peter under Chat Back

previous-site.jpgSo readership is picking up again.. yeah! clap clap!  Slowly but surely.  A handful of people are the selected few that clicked on an old stale bookmark and surprisingly found an updated page *finally* after four years of silence.  Others are thinking, ‘Oh man!  What a freak!’  If you happen to fall into the later category and just feel a bit more curious about this site.  click on the Previous Entries link here, or above on the Menu Bar, and delve into the vast virtual-world of my life for the past 10 years – with the disclaimer on the past four of course.  You just know there’s tidbits of happy joy sprinkled throughout…

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Mar 25 2008

Crayon Flavored Smiles

Published by Peter under Life Record

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“Hi Meggie,” I ask, “How was your day?”
“It was fun!” she screams. We giggle.
“What did you go?”
“I played with my friend Malaysia..,” she paused.
“What do you play with Malaysia?” I ask.
“We colored pictures,” she thinks to herself for a second, “and she likes the color green and I like the color purple. Purple is my favorite color, but I can’t color the grass purple, only green. But Malaysia, can color the grass green…” and the conversation sprouts from that point onward.

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Mar 17 2008

The Other Bowling Girl

Published by Peter under Life Record

other-boleyn-girl-poster.jpg…Or was it, “The Other Boleyn Girl” I probably botched it up. Oh well. It was a cool movie, but that isn’t the point. The point is that I have not been to a movie theatre in years. And it really is just such an amazing experience.

It was last Monday and this IM zooms across my screen:

Elizabeth: hello.
PeterKnight: hi
Elizabeth: we have a date tonight.
PeterKnight: we do?
Elizabeth: the movie starts at 7:20pm Continue Reading »

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Mar 02 2008

Back in 2005 (An Understatement)

Published by Peter under Life Record

windowparkview.jpgSitting on the commuter bus on the ride home after a tough day, I was left with no other distractions but to sit there and reflect.  I projected my thoughts out to the blank canvas outside the bus window, reviewing them over and over as though it were to change the ending of an overplayed movie.

Clearly, it had to have been one of the tougher times.  Something just had to be done – had to be an understatement.  Continue Reading »

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