Othello, Act I, Scene 3

202     Duke: When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mock'ry makes.
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According to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once and for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace ( Read more... )

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Descending, I went wandering whither chance might lead, in a still ecstasy of freedom and enjoyment; and I got--I know not how--I got into the heart of city life. I saw and felt London at last: I got into The Strand; I went up Cornhill; I mixed with the life passing along; I dared the perils of crossings. To do this, and to do it utterly alone, ( Read more... )

What I'd give for just a few more hours in a day...

My birthday festivities began at 12 am ( Read more... )

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After nine months of adjustments, new experiences, incredible new friends, laughter, tears, growth, stress, all-nighters, seeestars, and l0ve:

My first year of college is officially OVER!

How can next year be any better?

HAPPY FREAKIN BIRTHDAY TO TWO OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE EVER CREATED:

KRISTY NGUYEN
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Another all-nighter. Ah well. At least I have my hunny bun to talk to during my breaks =)

Anywho, this is for anyone in the area (or willing to drive to UCLA):


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