'Tired' is truly an amazing word. When you think about it, it all comes back down to tiredness, doesn't it? No other word can cover it all the way the word 'tired' can. It's the ridiculously large amount of truth carried by the singular statement, "I'm tired" that is enough to knock a person's outer… Continue reading Too Schooled For Coherence (Part III)
Today marks the sixteenth day of birth of a very unimportant person. Seriously. We don’t give two pesewas about her, and neither should you. Heck, I wouldn’t even bother myself to wish her a happy birthday, much less write a freaking blog post for her. Why should I?
RAY WE LOVE YOU!! :*
How do you spell ‘awesome’? O-W-I-R-E-D-U-A. (Don’t believe your dictionaries. They lie to everyone.)
Akos, we adore you, our most professional editor here at TJC. Rocks the job quite well, I must say. Not only is she a great person to work with, but she’s an amazing friend, and confidante and jeez we love her okay? Our girl is growing up so fast! *sniff* Very soon she’s going to be bringing her kids over to our houses and we’re gonna be like, “Yeah. We knew you’re mommy even before she turned 16. Can you believe how…
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“Be here when I most need you.”
The chant of every lover far from their heart.
“I want you here with me so we will never be apart.”
What constitutes our love for each other if we must be together to love?
Can we even be said to have love if, in the grand scheme of things, we cannot hold on to it— this… this idea that we so cherish within ourselves; when the boundaries of space and time are tested and stretched more than we can bear in our limited span of life and attention?
What therefore ensues within us to continue the love we claim to feel for a person who may or may not even exist when observed out of context at any point in time by an independent speculator? What are we holding on to to prove and justify love that makes no sense? Ironic, isn’t…
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I must say, I’m kind of irritated at how all these comedy/romance movies these days are so deceptive. Someone can just decide that they want to chase after another person in a plane and then they just go on ahead and do it. They catch the person, confess their undying love, and it’s a happy ending. No. They don’t even have to go through any airport procedures or anything, just rush onto the plane.
I say nay. That’s not what should happen. So here, I’m writing a short sketch to illustrate (see what I did there?) what should actually go down. Let’s call it:
THE REAL STORY OF ROMANTIC COMEDIES AND PLANE FLIGHTS
Adam showed up at the airport almost a full hour after Sadia. By then, she, of course, had already checked in, gone through immigration and customs and all of that stuff, but she still had two hours…
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In the confusion, there are moments when you feel sane. You can see the straight path in the midst of the chaos— or it may just be a sudden contraction of temporary blindness. Nevertheless, in that sobriety, you can sense...something that is not doom. And in this moment, you know that something must be — has to be… Continue reading Too Schooled For Coherence (Part 2)