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I loved my External Hard Drive.

It was my own treasure trove -- a pirate's chest of downloaded films and television shows. It contained months of entertainment, a smorgasbord of cinematic treats for almost everyone imaginable. From the frat boy,  to the hopeless romantic, to the Sci Fi geek, to the foreign film freak, to the teen queen, and even to ( Read more... )

As my luck would have it, I sat next to a stinky man. He reeked of city sweat, of dirty laundry, and week-old cigarettes. His movements were large and obtrusive, lacking in sophistication and courtesy. Upon take-off, he kicked off his scuffed Doc Martens, reclined his seat, and snored over the captain's announcements.

The spell had been broken. In ( Read more... )

I wish to be consumed by words -- to languorously drown in a novel, to be wholly subsumed by lyrics, to be enveloped in a poetic embrace. Perhaps, some of these words will stick to my skin and I will wear them with pride, though surreptitiously wishing they were my own.

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An Excerpt from
Moby Dick
by Herman Melville

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - ( Read more... )

"Now that you'll have relatively more free time, why don't you take voice lessons?" he asked me. The question came out of nowhere.

I responded with a bemused expression on my face. "What for?"

I remember saying that I sing for boredom's sake. I sing for comedy's sake. From a pragmatic perspective, I did not understand the significance, nor the ( Read more... )

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When you're stuck in a room for thirteen hours straight, everyday, talking about the same thing, for the past seven weeks, it's safe to say that your mind will wander. Minds too need space, need air, need cigarette breaks from their bodies ( Read more... )

I remember that day I first climbed into that seat. I had been used to riding shotgun, or lounging in the back, or taking on a very butch position in the middle, my legs open and facing the dashboard. For the first time, I was literally going to take that wheel ( Read more... )

If only I could channel everything into this.

If only I could somehow fill the proverbial empty page, using everything I feel.

If only I could just sit down and turn even the ugliest things into something readable or watchable, or better yet, something beautiful.

I envy those who could. They can put themselves out there, masterfully disguising ( Read more... )

I've become so used to offering bite-sized pieces of my mind, that it's been a struggle to actually hash out something or anything, for that matter. I either blame my anemia, my sleep deprived state of mind, or perhaps the general lack of inspiration within my midst.

Nevertheless, I attempted to evoke something or anything by revisiting lists I had ( Read more... )