December 2011
13 posts
I’ve taken quite a break, but I’ll be back soon.
I often find that who I am and who I want to be, who I wish I were are glaringly different things. And yet I always find myself lost somewhere between the two, absolutely certain they’re the same.
I really can’t wait to develop all the pictures from this trip. I’ve got my fingers crossed that they turned out okay. Three more days…I can barely believe it.
My brain is so fried and I haven’t even taken my last final yet.
Four hours left to finish my paper, study for my 8am final. Fuck me.
Today I stopped and I thought “Oh, how incredibly lucky I am”
to live the life that I live to love the ones that I love and to even afford to have moments of clarity in discontent.
I’ve done absolutely nothing productive in the last hour and a half. It’s time to sleep. I’m tired of this broken record shit.
Yong is boarding his flight now and will set foot in Manila in roughly 16 hours. I’ll be at his heels in just 6 days! I feel strange.
A hundred trees fell down in my old neighborhood as the wind ripped through the tunnels in my new one. I was not carried up (although today I wish I had been). I have been lost in blankets of complacency for too long. Today I realized that I’ve been floating for the last two years. It’s strange, stretching your feet to the grounds and finding nothing but cotton pieces. It’s...
