punches still hurt

in the flickering flouresent light of the elevator, i felt my knees buckle. trying to stop my fall, my hands flailing to desperately grasp onto something, anything, fingers reaching, pushing every button from top to bottom. but still i fell, melting into a puddle of black denim and musky sweat. DING! the doors slid open.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Curry-N-Rice girl

Awesome. Funny and poignantly sharing on the asian-american experience.

http://www.viknluda.com/foe/video/

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punches still hurt

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Curry-N-Rice girl

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