I never knew the last words we exchanged would be you wishing me a happy birthday on my wall.
This doesn't seem real. The name on the news seems like another unfortunate person. The text I got this afternoon feels like a practical joke and my mind still hasn't registered the fact that you're gone.
No doubt you've changed a lot but you'll always be the tubby adorable little boy to us. You will be missed. Rest In Peace, Eugin.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cramming for my test for cross cultural psychology now. It's been ages since I last studied for a test and it takes a little getting used to since design school doesn't have exams.
I wish I was a sponge. So I could absorb every damned word in the textbook. Or a cow.
I wish I was a sponge. So I could absorb every damned word in the textbook. Or a cow.
Absorb. Digest. Regurgitate.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I am such a wimp I cannot stand myself.
I had an inner battle yesterday night and obviously the wuss in me won.
Screw it.
