It has been a crazy ride since school began. So far, my university life can be summed up by the inside of the year one archi studio - where time seems to escape without a hint. You begin to discover that, yes, you CAN go without sleep for up to three days. After 48 hours of wakefulness, it actually becomes quite difficult to coax oneself to sleep. ( Read more... )

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We are such camera whores, it is almost as if we climb just for the photo ops.


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I believe I can take a fair amount of shit from people. I am quite use to being judged by people who do not know me at all. They can call me a slut. They can make any amount of false accusations they want. My friends and the people who know me best know I am not this figment of imagination these assholes have in their pea-sized heads.

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You would think that loving someone would make the little compromises easier. It does not. It is not like in life-or-death situations when the pain mechanism gets re-routed. Some things remain difficult to accept, but you do anyway.

Mon Choux is working this weekend. He is juggling his numerous projects. This is me trying to be happy for him and his ( Read more... )

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