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i desire clarity as much as anyone, mr. kessler, but it sure is hard to find
summer break is tearing my body apart. half of my brain tells my body to slip into the languid laze of the hazy summer days (inadvertent internal rhyme! no really). the other half is screaming at me to do work. so i spend my nights obsessing over the single words of single sentences, sliding them back and forth like beads on a string ( Read more... ) -
the language of flowers
costco, apparently, now sells orchids, 13.49 a pot. a steal, for a plant that still holds such aristocratic elegance. my mother, ever mindful of those two little sisters who have done so much for our family, dove headfirst into little cage of plastic-wrapped plants. i had no choice but to follow her in. we joyously dug out the hidden gems from ( Read more... ) -
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I AM SO CONFUSED.
I AM SO FUCKING AFRAID OF EVERYTHING NOW.
and yeah fuck, busy day again. -
remembrance
this is the day where we mourn those lost, when we remember the anguished cries of my father's comrades, american and kinh and mountain alike, as they wept away the remnants of their life; remember how my mother's uncle's blood had dyed the water crimson, his dismembered body gently carried away by the mekong as she embraced the rest of her ravaged ( Read more... ) -
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except for the part with the ochem quiz, that was one of my favorite weeks in my life.
um yeah, so apparently you can procrastinate with lj posts. damn i'm behind. -
sanity is relative
...cuz you know, wanting to bash my head repeatedly on my desk is NOT sign of craziness. it's just a hobby ( Read more... ) -
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i should be writing more in here. somewhere. sometimes a wonder years dialogue will run through my mind, but it will torment me for a few hours and then vanish into the abyss of memory. but the last few days have given me much to say, but there is so little time now to write it all down ( Read more... ) -
Insomnia
i thought it impossible that after 39 hours of numbing consciousness, I would still be awake in the dead of December. But sleep, elusive sleep slips through my fingers, myriad pearls dispelling into the night ether. and so I am left victim to that terrible awareness, its pulsating weight cold on my brain, so cold as i lie there waiting for black ( Read more... ) -
watching the clouds drift by....ie, WARNING, long, pointless, jaded post.
thanksgiving was very good. good to see family together, the portion that likes each other at least. deliciously seasoned food, far too much mediocre champagne, and even more pie and martinelli's. and tryptophan. ah, that was a fine sleep ( Read more... ) -
i counter your carla bruni with "le plus beau de quartier." whatever that means.
a brief memo to self ( Read more... )