Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
November 12, 2006
Memories
When all that is left to us are memories. They are not faded, but vivid and fresh as the day they were conceived, and painful and bitter.
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