| Dear Professors of UBC,
I do NOT appreciate your paper assigning ways. I hate the fact that you've decided to make ALL my papers due within THE SAME WEEK. I HATE YOU.
Yours truly,
Camille Wong
student number: I SERIOUSLY HATE YOUR GUTS.
word count: LIKE I REALLY CARE.
Thank you.
why do I have FOUR PAPERS DUE IN THE SAME WEEK!!?!?!?!?
-insert cursing-
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on a more amusing note.
-roughly translated-
"Why argue about so many different things? Just kiss more. Everything is better if you just kiss more"
-My boyfriend's father.
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| どうしてそんなにこうわいなの？
どうしてそんなに悲しいの？
something's in life you just don't want to hear.
there are things in life that i cannot bear
seeing the closing act is scary
seeing the closing act is saddening
i never want to leave this place
then why should i let the curtain fall?
why should i let this story end?
it's selfish of me to think about the conclusion when i'm merely writing the introduction
i've broken my pencil
eventually, i'll run out of paper too
but then again, my pages still remain blank
because i don't know how you think
because i don't know how you feel
in the back of your mind, the sound continues to echo
their voice continues to taunt you.
something's in life you just don't want to hear
suddenly
i'm two steps back
and too far away
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| We didn't come here to fit in.
We came here to be who we are.
We didn't come here to work.
We came here to live our dreams.
We didn't come here for the stuff.
We came here to love each other.
We didn't come here by accident.
We came here with a purpose
that is uniquely our own.
- Carlton Cards
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| awkward silences make me uncomfortable
might as well end it
there's no use to it anyways
never start anything you see no future to
anyways.
you'd be working to nothing
mind you there's nothing out there
anyway.
there's a difference in comfortable silences
and awkward silences
don't give me this
you're lying to me anyways
your words may be this
but your heart shows to be insincere
faulty
fake
nothing can be held in my hands for long
anyways
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it seems to me, that no matter how hard i try.
no matter how hard i look. i can`t replace any of you. there`s a certain kind of comfort and happiness that i can only find with you. it`s my second official year of wandering the campus of UBC but somehow no matter how a far apart we may be, no matter how much we`ve changed i`m still so horribly thankful that we have our group of friends.
i remember telling a beloved friend of mine a few years back that she was in power to choose her own circle of friends, the people who she would allow to be close to her and the people she would merely greet with a smile. i have many acquaintances but few friends- i know who they are.
i think of our summers together, i think of our winters apart
no matter where we go, where we are. we`ll find each other
our wednesdays spent together.
rock band.
bubble tea
i love you all.
no matter how it seems, i can`t seem to find another group more perfect than this. but why would i bother? you're all irreplaceable.
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