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Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I'm heartbroken to reveal the location of the The Yard. However, they haven given me sooooo much material over the last 6 months – and I have such high hopes for them, out of respect – that I'm pleased to say The Bunker Thrift Store is now open for business at 261 NE 73rd St, East Bohemia (also known as the Little Haiti Miami area). Good luck, guys!!! The Bandit and I wish you great success. :D
And here's poor little Jude, heartbroken at seeing his smashed
trampoline. Doesn't that just break your heart?
Here are the rest of the pictures (Jude cheered up pretty quickly)
picasaweb.google.com/cjcharlet/BadWeather
Photo by Jordan, who can't remember how to use Flickr.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
our girl stella passed away on 9/3 at 15 years of age. i took this picture earlier that day, having no idea it would be the last one. how do people get through the loss? it's so hard.
we called her "stalker" because she was always following one of us, always sitting or sleeping with us, not even the tiniest bit independent. she was always beside me.
I just cried very hard one minute ago
for this whole month, since I found out about my grandpa's illness
I never cried because I kept praying for my grandpa to get better
and hoping there is still a chance to see my grandpa in Taiwan
My parents went back Taiwan in hurry on Wednesday, and I am still in shock now
I wished I can go with them, but they did not want me to come back US alone again
because LAX treated me very mean last time, they do not want me to get any hurt again
That is why I am still stuck in US , waiting for a miracle
that my sister's boss will allow her to have two weeks break
so that w can go back Taiwan together as soon as possible
Every night, I pray and beg to God, please please give me a little more time
please give me a chance to tell grandpa that I love him very much
but, I guess it does not matter anymore
becuuse it is too impossible
I can only say it in my dream
I was heartbroken when they eat two of them for dinner one evening. I would not stop crying. I was nearly two.
Miserable young man sitting alone in his room and cry. Depression. Loneliness. Sadness. Man crying. Sad man cry.
January 7th, 2011
Day 7
I was born heartbroken and i was born a romantic.
I am of a different breed. A pain and love fiend. I am of a generation that simply doesn’t know how to take care of the ones like me. I take care of myself and sometimes it isn’t enough.
I am my own devil, and this is the world i live in.
Fiend Pronunciation: \ˈfēnd\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English fīend; akin to Old High German fīant enemy, Sanskrit pīyati he reviles, blames
Date: before 12th century
1 a : devil 1 b : demon c : a person of great wickedness or maliciousness
2 : a person extremely devoted to a pursuit or study : fanatic
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
03.04.2010
I'm heartbroken. We took Thomas back to the SPCA today. Harley started to actively going after him like an assassin kitty, after getting along splendidly. Couldn't let the fighting escalate into any type of danger for both of them so we made the decision. Harley was the first so Thomas had to go. He's more adoptable than Harley too.
He was my perfect cat :( Lap cat, cuddly cat. He'll get adopted again soon, and at least I'll know where/when he's going.
I've been crying a lot, I'm so sad.