talking of michelangelo...
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moi moi moi

3.20.2002
highlight of my day:
lee's is this chinese operated sandwich chain in the financial district. today the lady only charged me 33 cents (!) for my sandwich. 33 cents, charge the pretty girl only 33 cents she trilled in cantonese to the cashier (if it's possible to 'trill' in cantonese).

needless to say, i was beaming.


posted by testimonies 1:23 PM

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3.19.2002
on my mind:
a blast from the past, a

Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

what happens to a dream deferred? what happens to my dreams deferred? as a person of faith ought i say
nothing: i believe in god.
?


posted by testimonies 1:21 PM

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3.18.2002
blogspot is so confuzzling. i guess i am one of those products of american society, demanding instant availability, simplified and ready to serve, tailored to my individual wants, minimizing utilization of brain cells and creative thought.
buttons, settings, postings, templates....i have a craving to be spoon fed.


posted by testimonies 1:31 PM

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