April 2013
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Cheers to having my life ruined by the simplest of phone calls. Thanks for being so happy to reject me of a position.
February 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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Though if love was an animal, Garret knew, it would probably be the Loch Ness...
– Tao Lin, Bed
September 2012
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August 2012
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July 2012
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i’m legal now.
in hong kong.
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i think i’m alive, i don’t actually know, i’ve been in a food coma for too long.
greetings from hong kong.
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lack lustre
empty
dismal
desolate
yearning
melancholy
fear
estrange
enough.
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June 2012
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There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying...
– Tao Lin, Eeeee Eee Eeee
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My life consists of never ending visits to old book stores. I finally caved in and bought The Catcher in the Rye. I’ll be rereading it for the third time tonight.
May 2012
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sunrise.
We watch the sun come up. It’s the gentle beacons of light casted amongst these double glass panes that beckons the arrival of morning. The seagulls have begun to awaken from their leisurely rest, a juxtaposing croak erupts, opposing the mild hum of vehicle motors perilously speeding off to work. Breadwinners rushing off to provide, places to be, people to meet, as the sky subtly unfolding...
oh hello crutches.
i have no idea what happened to my ankle, but it gave out during gym class. let’s brainstorm all the things i can’t do… - car maintenance
- p.e. —- therefore, i will not fit into my grad dress
- friend’s birthday at belcarra
- walking to the bus station to get UBC
- staying at CAIMUN, or doing any movement what so ever
- teaching a mad science lesson in burnaby...
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what it all comes down to is ten words. 12 years of our lives, 4380 days directly correlated to these ten simple words.
yet, i have nothing to say.
an empty canvas wills for more imagination i suppose.
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this town is a museum. →
this town is a museum.
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty,...
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Carpe diem.
How annoying is carpe diem?
How are you supposed to plan a...
– Greys Anatomy (Meredith)