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| I'm amazed how much I've missed it. Sitting in a circle of writers - everyone from YA to screenwriters to travel essayists to novelists ... just being in a room swapping ideas and brainstorming and having those unborn ideas bubbling over ... I can't explain it. It taps into such an exciting-heart-stopping-unspeakably-awesome place. Do I still get jittery just as I'm about to open Final Draft? Hells yes. But you'd better believe that an impending deadline means that my butt is going to be parked on my chair Sunday afternoons banging out some kind of verbal dribble. Plus I couldn't help but notice that everyone in the room are some of my favourite people from the 4th floor.
This and hip hop classes are injecting some much needed passion/adrenaline rushes into my life. Life is good as is. These things (plus some really good kisses ... which unfortunately, aren't as drama free as I'd like) just happen to make life that much better :)
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| Regardless of what's said, it's never easy breaking up with people. Someone who has been such an integral part of your life now just ... isn't. Even when all's been said and done, I still wake up bathed in sweat seeing his face three inches from mine; laughing his butt off; expression faltering; as he's about to kiss me.
Regardless of future boys (or previous boys making cameos) I know without a doubt that this is the first one who made me Feel Something. Despite my decision, for all the bad dreams (and the supersexy good ones), for all the rocky moments and glib goodbyes ... it's so been worth it. Even if we pretend it's not supposed to "mean anything" anymore.
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| Apparently we like each other. Then ... why is this so difficult?
Ah, children, welcome to the world of post-college life relationships.
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| I think I would claw my eyes out if I were an APA major.
Good lord. I'm only writing an Asian-THEMED paper and I want to burn my word document and join the aboriginies. I'm done. I don't want to analyse my identity as an Asian-American, which is what I am on paper, but do not identify with in life, pretty much at all.
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| "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end."
Something I tell myself daily.
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