HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT
~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot
Monday, February 05, 2007
gratefulness.
this blog is screwed. now everytime i feel like blogging and being adolescent i think about the faces of the people reading the blog and i feel like laughing, in gratefulness. and its too difficult to be sad.
there are too many ROWDY BOYS loitering around MY SACRED SPACE! i dislike them all INTENSELY. :) THIS IS TRUE. to prove this i'm going to say: between sam and pak and yoghurt parfaits, i would choose yoghurt parfaits. (how politically correct am i la! :D )
"treasure adolescence, love. we've only got like" yes... sigh. i will always remember you for remembering. :) does it scare you? it scares me sometimes. much love. |
[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday]
Excuse me but can I be you for a whileMy dog won't...
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