December 2010
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Because I am so picky, I end up buying the most impractical clothes for this climate.
I suspect the Chinese New Year tradition of getting a revamped wardrobe was, like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day and all other depressing holidays, invented by capitalists. Shopping does not appeal to me these days, and it’s how I know that I’ve an ageing soul. I get a migraine from the...
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The Bad Taste in my Mouth.
I confided in a friend and came back home greeted by the exact subject matter of our discussion. Both of you reinforce so much faith in me, honestly.
Spaces communicate, objects communicate, distances communicate. It doesn’t take a college student to figure this out.
I’m not even in the mood to watch my banal Korean sitcom anymore. Well done children, you outta give yourselves a pat...
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I'm going back to the start.: “if theres nothing... →
whenthetruthhits:
“if theres nothing you can do about something then do nothing, and the feeling in that moment of injustice and frustration was lifted it was gone there was nothing to do. i realized i’d made it up, i’d made it up that it was an injustice, i’d made up the frustration, it was all a story. and its…
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I'm going back to the start.: “if theres nothing... →
whenthetruthhits:
“if theres nothing you can do about something then do nothing, and the feeling in that moment of injustice and frustration was lifted it was gone there was nothing to do. i realized i’d made it up, i’d made it up that it was an injustice, i’d made up the frustration, it was all a story. and its…
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tragedy + time = comedy
tragedy + time + (joke) = comedy
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and now, a haiku.
my country’s climate: mood swinging and neurotic a woman sans pills.
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and now, a haiku.
my country’s climate: mood swinging and neurotic a woman sans pills.
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surprise surprise.
Christmas Eve wasn’t horrible this year. One of the families didn’t show up, which made a huge difference, plus my aunt popped open her bottle of baileys. That’s all i need. Sometimes i wish my mom could drink, then her life (and ergo, mine) would be much easier.
To top it off, I mis-scheduled something, so I foresee a quiet evening tomorrow. This might be the sole year where I...
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