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Looking through my email account's inbox folder for a certain file that was sent to me a few months ago (yuh I suck because I totally forgot about the handy dandy SEARCH option), I stumbled upon amusing e-mails from my friends that made me ROTFLMAOing... and all for a very good reason. I love that despite the convenience of message boards or YM, ( Read more... )

It's been a while. A lot of people have come and gone, supposed milestones have been embedded into what little space in my brain I have for "special memories", vices have been chucked out of the window, bonds with people have been strengthened, epiphanies are no longer part of the big plan, bad habits have been revisited and yet as surreal as the ( Read more... )

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I've unconsciously tapped into my sensitive estrogen-driven reservoir. And all it took was a geriatric patient, confined for complications secondary to DM, under NGT. Maybe I'm not so frigid and unemotional after all.

I cannot for the life of me, put into words how Change has managed to smoothly dock its wonderful sails into my so-called life. However there are distinct moments when I can't help but take a step back and observe at how the obscure parts all fit together to make out this wonderful, wonderful picture. Case in point: a recent purchase of 2 volumes ( Read more... )

Sahal and Yashmagh scarves are probably the most paradoxical pieces of (trendy) clothing to ever hit this country. I just spent hours waxing philosophical and poetic on said scarves to my friends. Personally, I am a fan of extra cloth power. But come on, it's another thing when you use pieces that have historical imperative. Yes, scarves have ( Read more... )

I tag: The Hohobags! (That's more than ten of you, so there. SQUEE ( Read more... )

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