Monday, April 28, 2008
Frustration
I was there for you when your best friend was always with her boyfriend. I was there for you when you were bored. I was there for you because I was your friend and we had a lot of fun together. We shared the same experiences, the same pasts, but what does that matter now. Now, that you have found someone to be by your side forever, we meet once in a while and have some fun, but that is it. I see you as much as I see some acquaintances. Oh well, we move on I guess. You always said that you liked having just one or two close friends and I guess you have found your friend for life. I wish you the best.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Sunday Scribblings: Who else might I have been?
(from sundayscribblings.blogspot.com)
Who else might I have been? Shall we take a look around campus?
A boy in plaid slouching after his mom with a Whole Foods bag. Old alums, hunched and wizened, smoking cigars as they watch the band set up across the street. A crowd of Ultimate players, shirtless, with hemp necklaces and the necessary parachute cord tied around their wrists. A well-endowed librarian, breathless and panting, clutching printer paper as she hustles across the road, damp circles of sweat sealing her shirt to her back. A girl in short-shorts and a green "Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky" shirt, glancing slying at the boy beside her, wondering whether he also wished this was Kentucky. More old men walk up the street in the classic old man summer uniform of boat shoes, belted khaki shorts, and a white polo, stretched a bit too tightly around the waist.
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Categories: Writing Exercises
Who else might I have been? Shall we take a look around campus?
A boy in plaid slouching after his mom with a Whole Foods bag. Old alums, hunched and wizened, smoking cigars as they watch the band set up across the street. A crowd of Ultimate players, shirtless, with hemp necklaces and the necessary parachute cord tied around their wrists. A well-endowed librarian, breathless and panting, clutching printer paper as she hustles across the road, damp circles of sweat sealing her shirt to her back. A girl in short-shorts and a green "Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky" shirt, glancing slying at the boy beside her, wondering whether he also wished this was Kentucky. More old men walk up the street in the classic old man summer uniform of boat shoes, belted khaki shorts, and a white polo, stretched a bit too tightly around the waist.
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Categories: Writing Exercises
Friday, August 04, 2006
tired
Some days I'm just too tired to go on. Its these days when I cut work early, go home, mail the mail that has been waiting to be mailed, and then just call it a day. Just to realize that I have a lab meeting in 20 min. SIGH...
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Categories: Daily
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Categories: Daily
Thursday, May 18, 2006
life and living
is there a difference?
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years"
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Categories: Daily
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years"
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Categories: Daily
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