February 2012
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Question: Is anyone subscribed to the National Geographic magazine or the Architectural Digest … and has any feedback or suggestion for which one I should get?
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How is it that I can miss someone that I’ve only met for the shortest of moments. A few exchanges of words and a few glances, a few smiles and a chuckle or two. And then he leaves and I’ll never see him again. From a previous post, it reminds of Pica.
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a...
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Does having secrets entail dishonesty?
Isn’t being honest a natural trait of being human? Yet, the same could be said for lying. Secrets aren’t lies. They are truths withheld. And some may consider such information to be the equivalent of lies. The distinction isn’t so explicit. Meaning, lies are truths are lies. Sometimes, a pang of guilt may tangle up inside our minds, or...
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Just want to say thanks to my parents, my brothers, my education, my life. Sometimes I can be so unappreciative and so unhappy. But maybe it’s all coming through.
Isn’t this the moment we’ve all been waiting for? We, as in my family. Last semester, we were still waiting for the missing piece in our lives.
My oldest brother is here. After sixteen long years, my entire family is...
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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?...”
– Lewis Carroll
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Sharam ft. Kid Cudi | She Came Along
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I feel great today. Or at least at this very moment I do. And we all know how not often that happens to me. Call it a rarity. So much so that when this fleeting feeling happens, I just thought I should post it before it dissipates, which will probably be very, very soon. Firstly, I’d like to thank Kid Cudi for being Kid Cudi and making sick music for the world to hear. Secondly, I wish I...
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“She wanted something to happen – something, anything: she did not know what.”
– Kate Chopin
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pica
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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Do you know how I do so well in the things that I put my mind into? It’s because I don’t let anyone or anything else get in my way. I’ve always learned and done things alone. My parents never had an education beyond high school, so asking them anything school related was out of the question. If I didn’t understand something, it wasn’t because it was taught wrong, or...
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January 2012
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Someone tell me why I’m taking astronomy when I’m studying architecture. Oh, I guess it’s for in case we discover a new planet and plan on colonizing it with galactic-like structures that can function in outer space. And then together with my economics class, I’d discover that the world would then need me because of my specialization in a unique skill, that would make me...
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Bohemea: Life Lessons From Bo →
1. Make Eye Contact
I cannot stress enough how important I feel it is to look someone in the eye. Everyone. From your loved ones to store clerks & bank tellers. Treat everyone like your equal. I also find eye contact immensely attractive. It shows you’re assured & open & I dig that.
2. Remember…
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Alone, alone, alone. And for once, it doesn’t feel so bad? Am I getting better? Or has the world gotten a little nicer and I’m still just the same. My mom’s abroad. My family’s home, distant. My friend’s are too far. Everyone is too far. Roommate’s gone for the weekend. So today I went to yoga alone for the first time. And I Hm’d and Ha’d and let all...
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“I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my...”
– W.B. Yeats, ‘The Wind Among The Reeds’
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December 2011
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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow...”
– W.B. Yeats
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