February 2012
25 posts
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My father is having another episode and I hate picking up his phone calls.
Nobody else will listen so I just pretend for a few minutes.
And then it’s all over.
For the night, at least.
11:00
You know you are out of shape when you sit down and a slight bending less than the right angle degree from your sitting position suddenly gives you a queasy chest pain and gasp for air. When I say I am out of shape, I am really out of shape… or my cardio and/or respiratory system is diseased. That is definitely a possibility.
“The aftermath of that trauma could be seen in their brain scans, whether or not...”
– “How Child Abuse Primes the Brain for Future Mental Illness”
10:38
Unfortunately, the life I chose is a path completely filled with years of studying all under the pressure of limited time and great expectations. This weblog is at the verge of a weekly, if not a monthly, hiatus as I am starting to sense the push and the pull tensions of being a pre-med student.
Actually, scratch that. No matter how busy I get, I always seem to make time for this weblog. I know...
“I am going on a newfound music rage. Thanks youtube, I have missed so much.”
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
– Benjamin Franklin
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YELLOW
Last night, I saw the painted yellows come to life.
They danced in synchrony and they danced only with light.
As I passed them with each pedal, they turned into dark.
I wanted to look back but the colors ahead of me
Oh, they were much prettier in sight.
There was gold and there was white.
Pure but too bright.
I knew if I kept looking, I would only turn blind.
So I turned my head back, with...
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When you feel so low
And you have nobody to call.
