tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32244247145515171202011-07-07T15:41:23.046-07:00paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-30895377612100423012010-05-25T03:17:00.001-07:002010-05-25T06:26:40.110-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_vNo6I4yXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HdkCK4e4n6E/s1600/duo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 603px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_vNo6I4yXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HdkCK4e4n6E/s1600/duo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475195874683963762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_vNiHM7ZKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/K9Zljfi_fDU/s1600/erotic-one.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_vNiHM7ZKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/K9Zljfi_fDU/s400/erotic-one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475195757931488418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_upnpD-gTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/b385ytvPGxk/s1600/laydown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_upnpD-gTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/b385ytvPGxk/s1600/laydown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475156270501495090" /></a>Shadows on a pale bed sheet.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_uoAHp57WI/AAAAAAAAAew/Xls9re8OdzQ/s1600/first-love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_uoAHp57WI/AAAAAAAAAew/Xls9re8OdzQ/s1600/first-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475154492007247202" /></a>First Love<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/S_uj4AvS5RI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xyMEqryT9UE/s1600/i-ll-kill-all-my-friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475149954665342226" /><div>I ll Kill all my friends</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-3089537761210042301?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-47385720814581968272009-10-18T07:36:00.000-07:002010-05-25T06:28:10.499-07:00<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 463px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/StsoL4Tit0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-YKtfNz45ME/s1600/linda-black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393949163264325442" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-4738572081458196827?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-24752418967732726952009-10-10T05:40:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:07:02.006-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/delicate.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 650px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/StCBJcXbaKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6lhqA3z15TI/s1600/together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390950753195747490" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-2475241896773272695?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-23059748833409764932009-10-07T02:51:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:10:10.327-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/drag-on-girl.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 480px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsxlJHM-sbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ldHXEqZJC0k/s1600/delicate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389794061282357682" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-2305974883340976493?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-8019875048933763502009-10-03T00:43:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:11:09.656-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost-on-streets-of-phnom-penh.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SscBDTjfiRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/D2_8bvSgaHE/s1600/dragongirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388276635472464146" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-801987504893376350?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-18756842630685810992009-10-01T02:54:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:11:46.926-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-and-her-panther.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 433px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsR8tKRigZI/AAAAAAAAAds/NOg8X7DIjTQ/s1600/ghost-of-phnom-penh-streets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387568169535832466" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-1875684263068581099?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-48025941909414274942009-10-01T02:42:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:17:32.898-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/silence-on-beach.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 406px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsR53vz1jOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NHzlKeSIH9U/s1600/panthergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387565052875607266" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-4802594190941427494?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-92164502871430142992009-10-01T02:30:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:17:56.250-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-through-night.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 403px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsR3CNSxsJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5P3jIKyBCSA/s1600/beach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387561934053814418" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-9216450287143014299?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-89930768429327809302009-10-01T02:19:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:19:01.137-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/alice-and-her-dodo.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 433px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsR0kAdw0JI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nUg9VtxKX5c/s1600/pigs-on-the-wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387559216190902418" border="0" /></a>a journey through the night<br /><br />i slowly opened my dreamy eyes<br />into the land of fireflies<br />i followed the dark queen of night<br />walkin through the path of shimmering light<br /><br />i gazed around ..not a soul was seen<br />still i was flollowing the mystery queen<br />i opened my eyes to break the spell<br />i was swinging between heaven and hell<br />so i turned around to touch my soft morning glow<br />to dive into my shining love...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-8993076842932780930?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-91604559133392797572009-10-01T02:09:00.001-07:002010-05-24T20:19:39.601-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/10/jungle-ramp.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width:650px; height:650px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsRx5VFrqdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/U2g8bOYFCuU/s1600/alice-and-dodo-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387556283969415634" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-9160455913339279757?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-85366008913627995162009-10-01T01:57:00.001-07:002010-05-26T22:38:12.125-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauleeart.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-strange-that-sometimes-u-pass.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SsRvUo69LoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/bFfyxvkY73E/s1600/ramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387553454614720130" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-8536600891362799516?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224424714551517120.post-82265813163108136152009-02-20T04:23:00.000-08:002010-05-24T20:21:07.093-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SZ6hXRrxptI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w4G5qdj8JL0/s1600-h/cycle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304854832345097938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 644px; height: 428px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmIOEpeR0Wo/SZ6hXRrxptI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w4G5qdj8JL0/s1600/cycle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />its so strange that sometimes u pass a place and you stop to look at it and feel that you existed in that place at one point of time...it gives you a kind of nostalgic feeling of a time which never exited in your past...just a time which has no future or past... which is stuck somewhere n u happen to cross it for that moment and your whole life gets transformed into that fraction of time..this time has no reality no dreams...just the imagination<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224424714551517120-8226581316310813615?l=pauleeart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>paule'http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962249153144365377noreply@blogger.com0