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I’m not sure whetheryou are familiar with Orhan Pamuk’s book entitled “The New Life”, but ever since finishing that book a couple of days ago in a local branch of a global-mcdonaldized-coffee(if it could be called that)-distributerStarbucks, every thing I started noticing around me revolved around the concept of a New Life. It’s quite ironic, because, the [...]

Lately, I’ve been (un)sure what to make of the following episodes. Can anyone out there give me some feedback?

My neighbours have all disappeared, and so did that abnoxious barking by the chihuahua in apartment number 203. However, my landlady, who lives on the first floor, did NOT disappear. She seemed to be in a particularly [...]

Well, classes officially began yesterday. Very few of them seemed to tickle my fancy or fit into my schedule (or any combination in between). I couldn’t sleep at all the night before, save for two measely hours that were accentuated by a nightmare in which I found myself back in my highschool social-prisoncell and dealing with runaway [...]

Today marks the 5th annivesary of the Sept 11th attacks in NYC. 5 years ago, while I was a student in Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa, this day was a very strange day. I had class at 11am that day, a few hours after the attacks. I had been up the night before, preparing [...]

By the way, guys, I have the COOLEST Landlady in the world, who knows EXACTLY how to trick me into anything. Now slow down, don’t let your imagination go THAT far! She’s a lady, in her mid-70s, who owns a beauty salon RIGHT UNDER my appartment. I moved into the appartment a couple of days [...]

As I mentioned before, I moved to a small appartment not too far from the dorm I’d lived in between April 2005 and March 2005. Just looking back at how much I had to get done in the past week, I just thought it would be funny to share some of the “highlights” of this [...]