Essays and Other Lullabies

Words for the Unspoken. Eulogies for the Past. Songs for things that may come.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Once you've wasted your time, you can't get it back. I'm in the process of recovering 8 months of my life.

I can sleep again. Run after my dreams again. Be myself again.

Bitter, Ruth says.

No. Wiser.

Phoenix Rising: I was reborn on my 24th birthday. A Libran, they say, I have the innate ability to balance things. So I am a little of both, if you know what I mean. Words are my currency. But I am, still, fascinated by silence. ABOUT MY BLOG. Just as there are mission and vision statements for newspapers, here's what it is for my blog: This is largely personal, for my friends and their friends' consumption. Nothing in this blog should be taken to mean as the position of the media outfit I'm working for. As its name suggests, expect some melancholy as you can expect some opinions. Expect fire as you can expect fear. Questions as there are answers.

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