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  • Bikram Yoga

    My mother has a habit of checking in on me every few weeks; making sure that I haven't managed to seriously injure myself in some way or another. During each phone call my mother insists that I don't eat enough frui…

  • Life defined

    Life is quite an interesting thing. Ask people the meaning of it, and you will undoubtedly receive a vertiable cornucopia of answers, all of which are most likely correct. In college you meet a great deal of very differe…

  • Always Compliment a Woman's Shoes, pt. 2

    To the average man, the ritual of picking out clothes to wear in the morning involves what is commonly referred to as a “pile” or “heap.” From within this heap, he extracts the proper amount of clothing, sniffs it t…

  • The Little Things

    Ngoc Phuong Nguyen had gotten used to being mispronounced. Moving to the United States with her family when she was six, Ngoc had come to understand the fact that she had a rather uncommon name, for an American at l…

  • Being Different

    When I write my stories, I usually talk about the lives of other people, mostly because they tend to be more interesting than me. Believe it or not, most of the stories in this blog are true, with only the names and l…

  • Ed

    I have discovered in the course of practicing my writing skills that I am not very good with eulogies. This fact is particularly useful to bring up when someone asks me to write something nice about a fellow friend wh…

  • Insomnia

    To whoever reads this blog,Sorry for disappearing for so long. Between finals, moving out, unpacking, and scheduling, there hasn't been much time to work on any stories, much less finalize them to a point where I'd be …

  • Memorial Day

    The man who invented the cubicle went to the same design school as the architect who designs prisons. Such was the insight I gained one summer working in the finance office of a major engineering firm. The cubicle, I …

  • Pencil Throwing

    In the eighth grade, I lost five seconds of my life. Five seconds that I will never get back. It was a moment of my young teenage life where I was truly scared for my very existence. I (as well as the rest of my frien…

  • One way to Alaska

    Once upon a time, in village A; far, far away from village B, there lived an ugly little ogre. The little ogre lived on the edge of town, away from the villagers who found him frightening. They would tell their childr…