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Randomly I decide to check in on my Xanga beause I'm home sick, and trying to distract myself from everything productive as much as possible, so that the next time I'm conscious, the next time I'm thinking, the next time I realize anything, I'd be back home somewhere warmer.
So in the process of my logging in, I see many many hits from Korea & I was thinking, gosh, this is so coincidental because I never got hits from Korea, and the last month, I've be in a, everything should be korean phase. Yes even the rice... (I'm joking, it just happens to be Korean...) That picture is of my favourite Korean boy from the show that I was watching... anyyway I feel inspired, and I don't want whoever is in Korea/ or is Korean to stop reading me. So...
Dear you,
this is my new space
Love always,
Jocelyn | | |
| My favourite book sits under my desk... A secret I'm unwilling to share with anyone, including myself. When I seek comfort, I flip through it's pages, exciting myself with the idea that there's still something out there that I've yet to steal and taint. That's what we do right? We think we're individuals, but in reality we're actually less than the individuals we think we are. We assimilate into each other so unconsciously, so easily we just don't take notice. Finding myself was the concept that dominated the last 2 years of my life, post-I-need-you-to-make-me-happy... But is such a search really necessary? The idea of seeking is flawed, when you search, yes perhaps you're more acutely aware, but only of the essence you're searching for. So in that sense, there's already a preconceived notion, an active attempt to find something, it's not really a discovery is it?
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1)There you go, the one of the 2 pictures I have with my new hair... More soon (maybee?).
2)It's Sunday, and with daylight saving, it feels almost like we're in a new season.
3)There's one person I'd like to talk to right now, and I hope you'll talk to me. | | |
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