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  • A study break featuring 1D

    Involves me reading up on this promising review on One Direction’s latest album, and just. It’s 3AM and I’m so proud of them. This: We’ve come to expect a few years of bombast from groups like this, then a soft slope down toward a break-up, followed by D-list name recognition punctuated with the occasional guest…

  • on the rewards of slothism

    I have lived by several mottos through my (19-years-one-week-and-ongoing) life. One is Time enjoyed is time not wasted; another is No regrets, and also maybe You only live once, when I’m feeling especially ultra-dated-mainstream. In effect, my philosophy in life is always to do things that I enjoy for myself (because, perhaps, my life motto…

  • Protected: Issue N + 1

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  • Life Update #724687

    And two (or three) other observations along the road to Laguna: The things I say are often inconsistent. It’s not that I lie (though I admit I enjoy a bit of innocent deception); it’s that I forget, quite easily and unfortunately, so I have to make things up to even finish a story. I know…

  • It’s a matter of definition.

    The phrase cultural appropriation is gaining weight in the criticism of popular media, a provocation brought about by hipster smokers dancing to music festivals while wearing First People attire, by the music videos of the likes of Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry and Taylor Swift ostensibly mocking the ways of African Americans and ghetto communities. And now –which…

  • To Watch: INTO THE WOODS

    I first watched Into the Woods (I daresay the definitive version, uploaded by a kind soul to YouTube) when I was in first year high school. My then-senior sister had to watch the musical as a requirement for their Lit class; I was defenceless against my natural curiosity, my sister’s want for a fellow fangirl…

  • i shared a story, and then

    They weren’t lost. I left.

  • a collection | you read words and you forget to breathe

    you read words and you forget how to breathe

  • the ephemeral life

    It was a quick affair. My darling mother asked, “what do you want?”. I said a bento box, please, ebi tempura. And in a blink of an eye all I had left was this: This says a lot more about my life than I would like. Fast, furious and quiet; burning moments that fly too…

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