A friend of mine whom I met in Vietnam in 1989, is going back there this year, after 37 years. We both think she may spot a few social changes.
When we were in Vietnam in 1989, they were selling pictures created using broken pieces of eggshell lacquered over.
When I was in China in 1985, there was a small industry based round painting glass eggs on the INside…
There was a small hole in the top…
w.s #1
Going through multiple forums online and blasting experimental music is how I would spend my nights. A cold glass of milk, a chilly temperature in my room, and clean glasses were like seeing the moon. My eyebags were heavier than my cardboard box, which was holding up my books and mangas. Kafka’s work and Fuyumi Soryo’s Mars, to be exact. Although Metamorphosis is absolutely relatable, I also turned into a cockroach, and my family was so disgusted by my apprerance but instead of accepting it, I did something about it. I faked it till I made it. Now here I am, I’m no longer an insect but a fat, lazy piece of shit with brains to indulge in their own selfishness. And one of those selfishness is Mars. I know that I might never kiss a woman, but if kissing someone you love is how the “Let it rot” panel feels, then I want to die because I want it now. All I have done is masturbate my life away. Doing things for myself until I have drained the hopes and dreams I had. Addiction is a terrible sickness. You expect yourself to stop. If you keep doing it, you’ll tell yourself, “It’s going to end eventually, right?” But no, by the last drop, you will realize that the true horror is what you yourself and your actions, not the activity or substance.
Due to this stupid mindset, I’ve made it to the top of my class, but I don’t really like being active around there. Since I confused myself, why would I talk to anyone else? I can only imagine the cells I would lose. That was until I met this ginger emo boy my age, 18 years old, and he was a Sagittarius. We’ve sent selfies to one another to confirm our ages. I sent a picture of me holding a water bottle filled with rocks because I wanted to give him the impression of what a nerd I was. The picture I received was of him smiling, his rosy cheeks illuminated my dirty room, and his eyes looked brightly into the camera. His glowing hair flew down to his shoulders, his bangs positioned above his eyebrows. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at. What a poser.
ilickr0coks7: Gee man, you wanna be emo so bad xddddd
Sant3riaX3: WOWWW WTF MAN?
ilickr0coks7: jkjkjk, but u look familiar, is your name Kurtie by any chance?
Sant3riaX3: yea? how tf did u know????
ilickr0coks7: Because Ms. Flores is a bitch, she thinks we’re retarded.
Sant3riaX3: IKKKK OMG I HOPE SHE DIES SOON :tired: :tired:
🎵🥚Mother is sleeping
Keep quiet in the house
My boyfriend is leaving
These mood swings
They freak him out
So much to say
But I’d rather hold my tongue
The world’s so opinionated
I don’t want to hurt no one
Pay me no mind
Sew my mouth up
Like a puppet
But they’ll see in time
One day soon I’ll just say
Fuck it🍳🎵
Picked this book up because it’s Irish. Irish author and it takes place in Dublin, Ireland with an Irish main character. Fun to read but wouldn’t recommend to very many people because of the lack of plot and the main character can be a little weird.
After I read the first couple chapters I felt some sort of “this character is like me”. Then I look it up and a lot of people are like
I could feel in my gut people were gonna say that about her online. Not that it’s a negative just that I knew.
[[MORE]]Anyway, it kinda hit me way more when I finished the book that Viv and I are similar as I was eating a pancake.
She talks to employees and such because she doesn’t have much other people to talk to. I talk to employees all the time for this same reason. Or because sometimes I feel the need to warm up. I talk to workers as a way to get ready to talk to real people. She’s the darn same way :angry:
Or the way she very much latches onto a connection when she makes one with people. Then she like beats it like a dead horse. When I make some sort of connection with someone I get excited and think, think, think, think, think, “Now I’m the person who is \<blank> in their brain.” So then I lean into being a person of that variety to probably a horrible extent.
Or the way she just randomly talks to people and tries to get them into high jinks. Ask them to do things or ask if she can come along to things. Because of how strange she is it never seems to work out into genuine connection. She just is weird. I’m weird too.
IDK if any of this sounded normal because if it did I did an awful job describing it. Like at some point she asks a taxi driver to bring his wife to the ride and have them all ride together over every bridge in Dublin downtown.
Or how she and a bus driver remark on how a woman who just got on the bus was literally insane. Then she keeps talking to the bus driver about how crazy that woman was. And she keeps thinking about it in her head that in order to keep the conversation going she absolutely must keep talking about the insane woman because that’s what a normal person would do. She clings onto any conversation she can manage in whatever way she thinks is normal.
I like that she’s weird and I’m weird in a way too. Not to her degree. But I could see where she’s coming from in a lot of different aspects in her life. She never really explicitly describes what she’s feeling in the book but you can sort of get a sense by her actions. Or maybe I’m just projecting. I don’t know that I could be this characters friend though it doesn’t seem like she showers at all.
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Oh my god the new precarious balance we have because of this new person that we have to walk on eggshells for aaaa
I am walking on eggshells but every single one of it breaks cause even if I try I can never be gentle, I break things and i ruin things. No matter how carefully I move, how softly I try to step, I still end up hearing the crack beneath me. I should have kept quiet even when it hurt. Maybe I should have just swallowed what I felt and dealt with it in silence.
I am fragile and i have ruined myself, i have ruined our friendship
I should be at my place right now, but she’s sick and I’m afraid this might be COVID again.
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Summary
Recent analysis has refined the age estimates of a clutch of fossilized eggs, potentially aiding in the identification of the species that laid them. This precision in dating allows scientists to better understand the timeline of the ecosystem during that period. By narrowing down…
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