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Name: Sang
Location: California, United States
Birthday: 9/6/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Badminton. Girls.
Expertise: Bullshitting on essays and term papers. White lies. Thinking about stuff other people don't even care for.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
8/13/2002
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| OKAY FOLKS! IT'S OFFICIAL!
GUESSWHO6888 IS NO MORE!
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| So during my usual stroll through the blogs tonight, I happen to run
across the news of Stephen's departure to SLO. Congrats yo!
It was really hard to sum up my entire first year away from home. So
many things happened and there are so many memories. Sure there are the
highlights like Slip n' Sliding in the hall of the 2nd floor, and
completely ravaging the halls with water balloon fights, but even the
casual drinking on Friday nights yielded long-lasting memories.
I hope you make the best of your first year away from home. Being that
you've worked hard to achieve your transfer to SLO, I doubt you'll do
anything but that. I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving me a tour if I was
ever in town, right? Good luck man. Have a fucking blast!
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| Sometimes I wish I could save the words that run through my mind during
the times when I'm facing the most challenging experiences of my life.
The words flow with such fluidity and with such emotion, it's so hard
to replace trying to write over the experience after it has faded away.
I don't really know why, maybe just force of habit, but I'm constantly
thinking about current situations in a narrative, story-telling kind of
way. Maybe, it's because I hope that I can save all these fragments of
anguish, and piece together yet another work that looks into the depths
of the human condition.
Certainly, this would not be anything revolutionary, but it's something
I need for myself, while still trying to find out who I am and where
I'm headed. Yeah, I know, it's a bit redundant, but hell. A wise man
once said that the unexamined life is not worth living. Although, some
days, I really wished I thought less about things. And that I could be
an ignorant, blissful fool.
I'll try to sum up the words that escaped from me, as soon as they appeared, later.
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| Two thoughts for the day:
1. I feel like cutting up my drivers license. For fun.
2. Poker has become my downfall. But after all, it is gambling, so I can't complain.
**** EDIT ****
If I were running on my own schedule, and not waiting around on my
fucking hands and knees to help my dad around the house, I wouldn't be
wasting as much time at the poker tables. Thus, limiting the chances of
winning/losing, and maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament. Yeah, I'm
finding someone else to blame. Second sign of addiction. FUCK OFF!
In any case, I do hate the fact that I can't even schedule some time to
go play some badminton. Right when I'm about to go, or plan to go
somewhere...
"Sang, come help me fix the sink (again)."
What a bitch ey? And if it happens that I'm not around, I'll hear it when I am around, for the next 3 days.
And the only reason I'm trying to hold back the complaints is so my
folks can get me a car and insurance already, so I can just get the
hell out and do my own thing. But I'm starting to think it's not worth
it.
I wanna be back in Santa Cruz. No binds. Just me, the ocean, and the
occassional deer, roaming outside my window at 6am, as I am
contemplating the last 3 pages of my research paper.
You know, being away from home, my attitude changed a lot, and I was
beginning to be a lot more cheerful about things and whatnot. After
being at home for the past couple months, I'm beginning to get a lot
grumpier. I've noticed my dad has that affect on me, as well as a lot
of other people.
Well, I've done it again. This has become another rant fest on the ol'
blogger. Fuck it. I'll get over it tomorrow, or in due time.
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| Random thoughts of the moment:
These days, I find myself not in the midst of writing long, extended
passages pertaining to the finer things in life such as philosophy or
life in general. I no longer have the mentality for it. As much as I
write, the words seem to always be of the same form. The subjects of
passage seem to vary, but the end result is always the same: I don't
really know what I'm talking about, or, I just continue to further
confuse myself with rambling thoughts, and continue to accomplish
nothing.
Rather, I often find myself in short moments of nirvana. I try to
think less, because it leads me nowhere. I let the world be my teacher,
and I've tried my best to stop looking inward for the answers, because
I've not found them in this way.
Today, as I sat, I had this thought: I'd give up everything I had,
which in the frameset of my mind, isn't much, just for one sure thing.
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