tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post114899553399822415..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: Ancient Chinese SecretMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-163783895529109502010-02-09T14:15:29.113-05:002010-02-09T14:15:29.113-05:00Digital Memory sure is becoming cheaper these days...Digital Memory sure is becoming cheaper these days. I'm curious as to when we will eventually reach the rate of 1 cent to 1 Gig.<br><br>I can't wait for the day when I will <i>finally</i> be able to afford a 20 TB harddisk . But for now I guess I will be satisfied with having a 32 gig Micro SD in my R4i.<br><br>(Submitted from Nintendo DS running [url=http://knol.google.com/k/anonymous/-/9v7ff0hnkzef/1]R4i[/url] qqPost)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1149819345183053282006-06-08T22:15:00.000-04:002006-06-08T22:15:00.000-04:00Is this where you got your Yin-Yang tatoo?Is this where you got your Yin-Yang tatoo?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1149515484395282492006-06-05T09:51:00.000-04:002006-06-05T09:51:00.000-04:00Dear Michelle,I love these posts! It's quite an en...Dear Michelle,<BR/><BR/>I love these posts! It's quite an enjoyable learning experience, to be sure. You're a treasure of wisdom, Chinese and otherwise!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1149476931468515772006-06-04T23:08:00.000-04:002006-06-04T23:08:00.000-04:00Hey honey-pie,found that Dior Pure Light shade 100...Hey honey-pie,<BR/>found that Dior Pure Light shade 100 at the big upscale mall, you know the one ;) Well, with this post, you've got my vote for acupuncture (and yoga). So smooth, your back (she says lovingly and just a tad enviously), makes me want to pet your sweet hair and hug your sexy little neck :->Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1149448836439743762006-06-04T15:20:00.000-04:002006-06-04T15:20:00.000-04:00Ohboy, the stories I could tell. In Thailand, ther...Ohboy, the stories I could tell. In Thailand, there are different utensils, and chopsticks other places. Sweet picture with the tiny pins.<BR/><BR/>R2 C2!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1149439861684417312006-06-04T12:51:00.000-04:002006-06-04T12:51:00.000-04:00Love the poem, Missy! Reminds me of long ago, watc...Love the poem, Missy! Reminds me of long ago, watching The Exorcist with my mother within the four knotty-pine walls of our dungeon living room, the only light emanating from the screen of my deepest fear. She left at the commercial break and I followed closely, not trusting the dark, empty space between us. "Mom, don't leave me," I called, reaching out for her. All of a sudden, she turned, her face contorted, and let out the most wicked, demonic growl, "I'm not your mother." I jumped back, and she laughed, my heart racing, caught. The one I should've trusted most had finally shredded what tiny thread of safety that still bound us together. After that, I never chased after her again. Mother-daughter relationships -- as convoluted as snake coils in a half-opened box. Love, RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com