| i'm still here! |
[09 Nov 2006|09:53am] |
i miss you all!
(and i should probably update this thing more, fo sho.)
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| apocalypse |
[16 Jul 2006|11:58pm] |
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these days i wonder about "the end of the world" and what that could imply.
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[19 Jun 2006|06:55pm] |
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gosh, this cankersore is EVIL.
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| so confuzzled. |
[01 Jun 2006|11:53pm] |
m: "so, what are you interested in anum?"
a: "the environment."
m: "and...?"
a: "social studies."
a: "maybe a little bit of biology?"
a: "oh, and i like journalism too!"
i'm not very optimistic about where my future might lead -.-
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| back pain ;_; |
[11 May 2006|11:10pm] |
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in the middle of history, i began to feel the all too familiar pins and needles on my thigh.
i wanted to stretch my legs, but my desk was restrictive, and i could only pull them forwards and backwards. backwards and forwards. hoping it would go away.
by the evening, the pain had intensified,
so i took my pills.
then i looked in the mirror and came face-to-face with a zombie!
99.1 degrees.
fatigue and headaches all week, babey.
(i'm not sure where my health is going.)
but (one thing is for sure)
cinnamon rolls do the right thing. they dropkick kapow! physical drain.
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| exclamation is the way to go |
[11 May 2006|03:24pm] |
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munim got selected for the camp enterprise (staying at university of toronto for 3 days and participating in business competitions).
bah, they had 2 extra spots. >_> I should have applied.
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[07 May 2006|06:47pm] |
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ahhhh taco salad how i crave you!
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| michael ondaatje's narrative |
[07 May 2006|01:17pm] |
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watching the english patient |
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Still, today it is water who is the stranger here. Water is the exile, carried back in cans, and flasks, the ghosts between your hands and your mouth.
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| spicy fries > pinyada parties |
[17 Apr 2006|02:17pm] |
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spicy fries |
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munim thinks spicy fries are music |
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the day i went home to have an early dinner, there was a pinyada party at school. noooo
kids won free ipods and tickets to the stanley cup final!
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| long weekend, here we are! |
[10 Apr 2006|12:18am] |
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the sound of sleep |
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They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
- a native american proverb
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[09 Apr 2006|12:23pm] |
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i just discovered ladybugs have yellow blood ._.
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| boba! |
[06 Apr 2006|06:42pm] |
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i like days like these |
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boboboba - bob? |
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bubble tea in the cafeteria tomorrow!
tapioca, i salute thee (and the games we have invented from bazooka'ing you from our straws to the outside world)
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| "i was meant for the stage" |
[31 Mar 2006|08:06pm] |
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mood |
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a friend lives next door! |
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flipper's guitar |
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i went biking today, with the wind blowing a million miles per second! as i flew downhill.
i love the sudden rush of spring.
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