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March 31, 2009
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My girlfriend is in love with Holden Caulfield
David Levithan
My girfriend is in love with Holden Caulfield
and it is driving me CRAZY. She has read that book
thirteen times, which is about eleven more times than
she’s bothered to read me. Everything she sees now
is PHONY. Starbucks is PHONY. Our teachers are
PHONY. Society is [...]

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food poisoning, whut.

March 24, 2009

Oh my god. I think I managed to get food poisoning at breakfast because I spent my last class quietly trying my best not to upchuck and/or faint.
I have to moderate a freaking debate on Chinese Human Rights in an hour and I can’t skip that.
This is so hilariously ironic. Andy and I never get [...]

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[a list]

March 12, 2009

1. So, I think my mom is trying to make me spontaneously combust by feeding me yummy Chinese food. Well, food in general.
I mean, I have a pretty good appetite (product of parents’ owning a restaurant). However, I just had a large slice of pizza and a glass of orange juice. I turned around and [...]

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WANTED: digital camera

March 12, 2009

I was going through my Google Reader and wondering why everyone’s blog posts were x1000 more interesting than mine. And then…. I came to this life-altering realization:
Everyone (with a few exceptions like FML of course) posts pictures of their daily lives.  Adorable graffiti they saw, hilarious Engrish they encountered whilst shopping…  That is how they’re [...]

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w-h-i-m-s-i-c-a-l [original fiction]

March 10, 2009

(Image Credit: Magnolia Bakery Cupcakes by Karen Cheung on Flickr)
her roommate laughs and calls her whimsical
the weight of the word falls onto her shoulders, she’s startled by the unexpected burden.
w-h-i-m-i-s-c-a-l
she tries the word, tasting it
instantly, she’s reminded of cotton candy, sugar hearts, and twirly pink poodle skirts.
whimsical: the taste is stuck her mouth
it turns into [...]

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your secret garden [original fiction]

March 10, 2009

(Image Credit: Secret Garden I taken by ScoobyMoo on Flickr)
When she was a child, she re-read The Secret Garden every spring: right when the crocuses started peeping up beneath the thin layers of snow.
She dreamt of all the adventures she would have when she was older because Dickon, Mary, and Colin surely must have gotten [...]

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