by Antoniette Costa

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"knowing that we will never be
i want to let you know that I still love you so
and all the stars they lied to me
i want to let you know that I still need you though
even in my darkest fantasy
never dreamed you'd slip away from me

sinking deeper and deeper lately
feeling weaker and weaker maybe i'm
sinking deeper and deeper lately

the ( Read more... )

In fear of interrupting the snore of my roommate and in avoidance of clichés, I whisper to no one the number of pot-bellied pigs crossing the street. I drink some water. I caress the cover of Mankiw’s “Principles of Economics, Kindle Edition.” I slow-read its chapter on globalizing forces that leaves me questions on the GPA of your politicians. I ( Read more... )

It took me 48 hours to realize that I love you:
48 hours
from the third time you told me
that you were not ready,
48 hours
from the second time I asked you
about that-which-I-promised-not-to-
-mention, and from the first time
I asked my heart to halt
all hope.
This entry was originally posted at http://invitan.dreamwidth.org/50342.html.

I have always been inconsistent in terms of recording my life. The period when I was the most productive was also when I was at the height of loneliness, and looking through old records and documents shed a certain light on how I think at the time, including all the embarrassing tidbits that I do not want to remember. Memories are always edited to ( Read more... )

One: How to Write about Animals

One of my first memories involved a pre-school teacher hunting down my four-year-old self all across the Hanoi City Zoo as I ran around squawking aloud every sign on the cages (South-Australian-Ostrichs and Siberian-White-Tigers). During an innocuous dinner years later, my mom tossed me a health magazine article which ( Read more... )

The Snowgirl


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My DC backpacking trip a month ago had me engage in crazy cool meetings with friends, both old and new, in a way that a tour could hardly supply. Featured in this post are snippets of conversations (the dramatized version) between me and local DC citizens.

( #1: Humbling the Romans )

Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with CouchSurfing. This is just some sharing from the standpoint of a beneficiary who is dying to spread the love. Also, this was posted on my school blog, but I have edited it a bit to be journal friendly.

One of the goals on my bucket list was to complete the US map, or traveling to all 50 states before ( Read more... )

She died at 4 p.m., June 9, 2014, in her favorite bamboo basket. Her blue eyes remained wide open. I touched her face, slipping my hand down to her stomach.

Her tail ceased to move. Throughout the endeavor of surgery, or recovery and failed recovery, her tail sometimes was the only sign of life left. And when life left her, so was her tail.

She had ( Read more... )

Gosh, career crisis is nasty.

Sometimes I wish I could just redo everything. Stop before it was too late. Before I fell in love with stories, and no longer was able to go on without them. Stop when numbers were still fascinating, and coding a viable mystery. Stop as mom and dad woke me up from this lavish dream, telling me that there was no going ( Read more... )