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2. …
so why bother, then?
willing to place your fragile heart in his cold hands,
a nursery bud just finding its bloom
searching a certain completion
that the flesh must finally surrender
for all of us are dust.
stardust, the romantics like to say.
still, dust all the way.
3.
perhaps your words would have moved me
in another time.
i do not trust any more.
Oh, i know how humans change
they deceived me through my hundreds of years
and will deceive me yet again.
but i am not weaponless.
I bestow a single kiss,
and the stars will come falling down
and you will see the light that haloes me
as you fall farther away, and find that
your final rest is far below.
I had always warned you
but you laughed my words away
oh, how you laughed my words away.
1) she’s not family – but i find that appealing in a way. sasuga QG.
2) he’s married!! ok, not married married, but has been with her for 6 freakin years.. -in shock-
3) i have to chill.
If we run with shadows and phantoms we will fall exhausted before they do.
Whoever makes his way out of confusion does so by individual effort, sun up or sun down, in all weathers, contemplating dust and flowers and craving and fear, living in ease but not in trance, ungrasping and mindful, doing serenely what needs to be done, and discerning ahead through worldly smoke and rain a brightening landscape.
-Bhikkhu Nyanasobhano
Because I’m procrastinating, and I love to share beauty with others 
, go check out my new page on Lee Jun-ki under “Eye Candy.”
Happy Wednesday!
If I had allowed myself to take that step, I guess I would have become a bulimic. Now I just feel sick. I don’t ever want to look at chocolate or anything resembling food for the next few days. Must find a better way to relieve stress -_-
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You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sing, and a voice that might be hers will say something you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.
- Neil Gaiman, “Fragile Things”
The weather is gorgeous today.
It was terribly cold yesterday, but the weather today more than makes up for it. Endless autumn days straight into spring – wouldn’t that be lovely?
And summer! Summer, bubblegum pink and sunshine. Cotton candy that sticks to your fingers, melting ice-cream that you have to devour fast. White sand warm under your feet, the laughter of children playing at the shore, the sea-salt breeze. Slow long evening walks, sparklers that shimmer in the night, warm warm smiles. Summer, when possibilities seem endless and you feel invincible and know that the world is really quite a wonderful place to be.
Yesterday, I met up with Caroline, whom I hadn’t seen in a year. She was tanned, glowy and gorgeous. I think she did her eyes and nose – now she has wide, beautiful eyes and a really cute, tiny nose. Cheekbones, too. I don’t think cosmetics can transform one to that degree.
Caroline is one of those girls with an understated style of dressing – she was clad in black jeans, black top, black jacket and black heels and looked really good; her whole outfit whispered exxpensive. She is one of the few girls I’ve met who look right with a Vuitton bag (unlike some other pretenders who try to carry said bag but their attitude and mannerisms are, well … )
Caroline is fluently multilingual, and insanely connected to the networks that matter. She flies all over the world for her work, and also has time to take vacations in Thailand and Hawaii. She can outdrink all the guys and still be cool and witty.
What is the point of this post? I guess it’s just to marvel that someone like that can be so nice..
（今、フィリも寒くなってきた）
もう三週間経っちゃて。
今学期は、とても忙しい。ゼミの以外に、一週間二回ペン大へ行かなくちゃ。それに、専門も変わったから、もう一つ卒業論も書からなきゃ。一年生の時、四年生に早くなれればいいなと思っていたけど、今の考え方ぜんぜん違うの。
フリーターの生活は楽そうだなぁ。
（ハウスメートまだいやだ。見ると気持ち悪い-_-)
Hanging on till Friday. Only three weeks into the semester, but the workload is unbelievable. Feels like I’m taking 6 credits this semester.
Somewhat off the topic, but Unnie, Tun and I are madly in love with the physical perfection that is Henry Kim (aka Daniel Henney). He has incredibly symmetrical facial features.
Qeng, meanwhile, is an ardent supporter of Jin Hyun. She argues that height is not important, and that earnestness and simple adoration can be charming. Hmm.
We had dinner at Tangerine on Friday. The food was okay, but the ambience was wonderful. I’ve only rarely been to Old City, and it was nice to see it in daylight.
I’ve been thinking much lately, about the point of everything.
I look at some of the people I’ve known for years, and realize that as time passes that I know them even less. Those who do not provide the support you expect, at critical times – it doesn’t make you angry, just disappointed.
As Unnie put it, once you get to know some people better, you realize that remaining acquaintances, rather than becoming friends, would have been a wiser idea.
