Saturday, May 2, 2009
may.
MAY is the month that i left newyork for the army. it's been already a year since i left the big apple... yet instead of slowly forgetting about the city, i keep missing it even more. A year. What have I been doing for the past year? For some reason, I don't want to answer the question.
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Remember moving that plastic box over to my place? With the dirty forks and the nice cloths your mother gave you? I'm staring at the box and it is my turn now to give it to someone else. I wonder who's apt you'll end up seeing your "stone bowl" and rice cooker. Or that red pillow case. Life is unpredictable, uncontrollable, but thankfully everything is connected, and goes in some weird circle-like pattern in some way or another. You left the city, but you know you'll be back :)
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