December 2010
11 posts
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OhNoROBO!: Postcards →
you know how I feel about Atwood. One of the hardest moments about leaving Victoria in December 2009: Margaret Atwood was speaking at Chapters a few days after my departure.
ohnorobo:
I’m thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we have are the usual fractured coke bottles and the smell of backed-up drains, too sweet, like...
Barbara Kingsolver's Post 9/11 World
September 11, 2001. I was 13 years old. In my grade 9 Social Studies class that morning, our teacher told us that World War III was upon us. War was something only in history for me, despite the fact that over 30 conflicts were going on in the world at that time. At home, every channel of our television showed the damage that the human race was able to inflict upon each other. It was a day that...
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You -...
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel...
Hey nerds! Who’s got two thumbs, speaks limited French, and got a MacBook Pro for Christmas? This moi!
Merry Christmas!!
written on paper in November
In high school, I could always put words together in a way that sounded suitable to my teenage ears. Poems that expressed those adolescent emotions. I don’t know where that confidence came from. I remember writing my first poem in that latched pink diary with scented pages. Something like,
“Someday I’ll wake up/ take a drink from my coffee cup/ and hey, I’ll feel all grown...
some benefits (besides being smarter) of studying
I have been studying for a Japanese Language Proficiency Test for the past few months. Like, seriously studying. I’m-not-kidding studying. 3-5 hour study sessions, flashcards in various sizes, dreams of particle placement … it is not fun. It makes me irritable, tired, and there is a pain in my back from sitting at Starbucks from 5-9 tonight. But, it’s not all bad, I swear.
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“I said I want you to be happy, I guess that means happy with me.”
– ??? (If you tell me, you’ll be my hero)
