December 21, 2013

THE LOVER AND THE HOLIDAY

Holiday Balls
The 21st of December is the shortest day of the year. The lack of sunlight makes me feel like a tragic babushka lamenting over burnt potatoes. Thanks to the glorious spirit of the holiday's commercialization that I can live my excitement vicariously through the experience of others. This girl just bought her mom a 7'' tablet; I'd prefer it somewhere in a neighborhood of 9'' and above, but I guess that will do for the time being. Another girl got a big bag of Christmas beignets, deep-fried to a golden delicious crisp. Hark! Nobody cares about the correlation between a low caloric diet and longevity anymore. For me, I want no tablet nor grease, I just want to bring my lover home and have a very merry gathering with the rest of my family. Below are several possible reasons why I can't. Pick one for your entertainment.

November 5, 2013

DOCTOR COMIC - PART 4

Source: Chainsawsuit
When you're done with undergraduate education, what do you usually do? I know this girl who went straight to medical school after an exotic vacation along the coast of Vietnam (the flight took 27 hours, one way.) Other people got married and flooded Facebook with artsy wedding photos (I wasn't invited.) Another guy fought with his dad then stabbed him multiple times (he looked startled in his online mugshot.) Oh so many juicy details that I could babble about all day, so I don't have to talk about myself.

You probably remember my rants on the medical school application a while back. Now when I think about it, that time was actually quite fuzzy and fluffy like a fat country baby eating peaches off the hard wood floor. Maybe I should have complained a little bit less? But ranting makes me feel so good, so that's what I'm gonna do.

August 21, 2012

MURAKAMI - HEAR THE WIND SING - AN EXCERPT

Mars the Planet
"This story is about the countless bottomless wells dug into the surface of Mars and the young man who climbed down into one. These wells were dug by the Martians tens of thousands of years ago, and that’s well-known, but the strange thing is that all of them, and I mean all of them, were dug so they wouldn’t strike water. So the question of why the hell they bothered to dig them is something nobody knew. As for the Martians themselves, aside from these wells, there wasn’t a trace of them left. Their written language, their dwellings, their plates and bowls, metallic infrastructure, their graves, their rockets, their vending machines, even their shells, there was absolutely nothing left. Just those wells. And the Earthlings had a hell of a time deciding whether or not you could even call that civilization, but those wells were definitely really well made, and all those tens of thousands of years later there wasn’t even so much as a single brick of a ruin


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