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Showers of Blessings

It rained so heavily yesterday. It was an amazing sight when I took a walk to the Student Union building to get some dinner. The road that ran through the campus had become a little river complete with rushing water. People were standing by the sides, some taking off their shoes and folding up the legs of their pants. I plunged right in wearing sandals. We could only hope that it was only water. The cool weather had a nice effect on everyone. It was easy to strike a conversation with anyone on the sidewalk. Some were clad in their jackets, others totally drenched. Almost everyone had a smile. It was almost as if there were a camaraderie amongst us. All fording the river, braving the rain that came so suddenly.

My workload is starting to pile up to the heavens. I have two tests next week and a few papers to do this weekend. On top of that I have had people asking me for help in English and Mathematics. Lauren asked me for help in “Eroticism and Love in the Middle Ages”. Ryan needed a little help in Chemistry. I’m not saying this to be proud. I like helping people wherever I can. There was a brief moment I felt so overwhelmed. I had so many things to do, and yet there was a steady stream of people. I was about to complain when I remembered that it is the role of a Christian to die for another. How could I, having seen what Christ has done for me, complain about the little I can do to help another? I’m glad I was reminded of that fact.

Playing basketball today was a minor triumph. Ever since I adopted the “proper” way of shooting the ball, I have been unable to obtain a consistent form of shooting. What’s worse, I developed a huge mental block when it came to shooting three-pointers. Today I kept my elbow in and the ball just fell through the net with ease. I attempted the three-pointer trying to undo the mental block for that particular distance. Swish. I felt elated, uttered a prayer to God and went on to miss my next five three-pointers. But now I know it was possible to shoot that distance with relative ease. :) It’s something small to be thankful for.

Rainbows

Today’s basketball game was a killer. Literally. There’s this guy who plays occasionally whom I seem to have made enemies of. I’m often assigned the task of guarding him because I find that it is something I do effectively. Maybe too effectively. Today he began to play very rough, pushing and shoving under the basket. I understand that basketball is a contact sport, and I do not shun from it. I work hard at defense (because I’m lousy at offense anyway). He really got me riled this afternoon. Attitudes are contagious, and it soon became a team thing. Their whole team was fired up, and my team was fired up. We seemed to get the better of them on defense. Then there was this moment : I had the ball and some other guy was guarding me, making a jeering sound. I feinted left, then jammed on my brakes hard. He fell down. I was inclined to dribble in his face and laugh at him. It was not out of amusement, but out of dominance. I thank God I fumbled the ball right into the opponents hands. They took it that I was being sportsmanly, allowing their team member to get up before continuing the game. I’m glad it happened that way.

I had a long time of thinking about it. It was definitely one of my finer moments in basketball. Unlike the other moments, where I felt ecstatic because we all had a good time, this moment was “special” because I triumphed over another. I wanted to tell Ryan the moment I saw him, and we would both have a good laugh at the other guy’s vain attempts to guard me. But no. For that split second of thought I had become what I hated and despised. I was ashamed I even found joy in another’s embarrassment. It is just a game and should remain so. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, so the saying goes. I am thankful that I was reminded in time. Indeed, what would profit a man if he gains the world but loses his soul? I have told no one, and have decided to tell no one. We shall not laugh at another’s expense. I share with you this no longer in triumph, but in thankfulness that there was enough grace to save me before I fell totally.

Dearest Geisthund, you are right. I should look up and be happy, rather than mope with a saddened countenance all the while. I remember the poem I stuck on my door during the first semester. It was “Life” by Charlotte Bronte.

Life, believe, is not a dream so dark as sages say. Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, Oh why lament its fall?

I’m glad you’ve reminded me such. There are many things to be thankful for. Far too often we live lives of discontent. Thank you dear friend.

To Elaine, while studying is a main priority, find the “joie de vive”. For what life is life, if there is no life indeed? Smile and know this : you have a friend right here. And we could hang out, right here.

Melancholic Melody

Dearest Elaine,

it is wonderful to hear from you and even more reassuring to know that you think about me even though we are as far apart as we possibly can be without leaving this planet. I’m doing fine here. Debbie’s departure has definitely had an impact on me. She was probably the only one I could communicate with very comfortably on a level plane. But life goes on. It’s easy to get depressed especially when one is like me - not too social. I’m not one for parties or shallow talk. I know that I should be more proactive in the finding of friends but the inertia just gets to me. I tend to do everything alone. There are things to be learnt, and I pray that I have the strength to do them.

How are you doing over there in Australia? There are times when I wonder if I have made a mistake by coming here and being so far away from home. But I know that God has a plan and that He will give me strength to see it through.

I listen to my musicals and fall into a world that I am familiar with. It’s not much, but it’s a solace.

“I sit and watch the rain and see my tears run down the window pane. I sit and watch the sky I can see it heave a sigh” From Jekyll & Hyde

laughs I am not utterly depressed, do not worry. There’s a bittersweet sadness in melancholy isn’t there? In its own way it’s reassuring and comforting. I know that I am not alone.

One For All And All For One

I had two English classes today. The normal one on Monday mornings and a movie which we had to watch as a class in the evening. It was such a nice atmosphere. The teacher bought chips, chocolate and drinks for us to eat while watching the movie. It was a time of relaxation and it felt so good. After the movie screening, I walked outside the Modern Languages building (where we watched the video) and looked at the stars. My heart ached so bad it hurt. For that hour or two I felt at home with friends, watching a movie. And now I was looking at the sky alone yet again. In some way the dorm masks these feelings, surrounding you with people you don’t know. I am thankful for the short time I had, I really am. But I miss having good friends whom I can call and arrange to have meals with. My movie pals Yusman and Haresh, yes I do miss you both terribly.

Someone was giving out fliers on the mall today (they do that everyday). It was about some reporter who was imprisoned in Peru. The fliers were given out to raise support to set her free. While it is a noble cause, I find the differences in culture startling. If a hundred thousand died in China, it would have been a loss, and we would never have known those hundred thousand names. Here was a single individual, not even from Tucson or the state of Arizona - and there were people here giving out fliers to help save her.

There are times here in the dorms when I open my eyes and see the life I live here. It’s not an easy life. Maybe it’s my fault because I’m not social enough to create a circle. One thing is sure - I want a better place for my sister to grow up in. I hope her decision to come is a good one and I hope to be able to help her cope with a certain degree of loneliness. I am contemplating buying a car, in the hope that it would give the both of us options during the weekends and holidays. There are many wonderful hiking trails in Tucson where one can enjoy nature. Stephanie often speaks of how wonderful Tucson is, making me feel like I live in a different place. I think I need to open my eyes to the things around me. Or maybe next semester, if my workload isn’t so heavy.

I'll Be Bach!! Hasta La Vista Bebe!

The air is cold outside. It’s a great contrast from the daytime where temperatures reach a searing 104 degrees! Never knew what the heck that meant until I ran a conversion program (written with my newly acquired programming skills) to convert it to Celsius. It apparently reaches to the forties here sometimes. It’s a different heat from that of Singapore. You don’t get sticky and sweaty, but you do fry.

I had a pretty productive weekend. I wrote two papers on Saturday and did my MIS programs (two of them). Writing programs is something that’s slowly coming back to me. I occasionally (ok more like frequently) hit a brick wall and tell myself to give up. But it intrigues me to a point where I sit down and rethink the logic processes. I actually start thinking like a computer. It’s a weird high. It’s a metamorphosis or sorts.

My class schedule is such that I have my MIS classes after “Eroticism and Love in the Middle Ages”. This shift from a abstract, intuitive mindset to a logical mechanical one is quite a jolt. Especially if you have to transverse from one to the other in the space of half an hour. I can feel my mind becoming more adaptive though, and I hope that it’ll learn to merge the two halves soon. It would be interesting to see my thought processes in that new mode.

I apologise if I speak of myself as a specimen. It’s just something I do on a subconscious level. It’s interesting to see how one adapts, changes, bends to pressure. It also helps keep me in check that I’m not tossed around by the forces around me. One thing I have to constantly bear in mind is that I am bought with a price. I owe everything to God. Do pray for me for it is so easy to forget all these things. It is so easy to forget His ownership over me and take control of my own life. I only ask that I learn to be submissive. Till that final day.

Stars

I watched Cabaret alone. No one was able to take the other ticket which I had bought for Debbie. It was a time of loneliness, trying to find someone who could watch the musical with me. Zahid was working, Philip (a classmate from “Understand Social Issues In America” had a test), Lauren watched it yesterday. I am beginning to doubt my ability to make friends. I actually went for a walk Wednesday night, hoping to find that other solitary someone, anyone, who would take the ticket. I lay on the Mall (the big patch of grass in the middle of the University) and just looked at the stars. One thing I forgot to put down in my journals…the first day I came back to Tucson, I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. It was a sign of hope.

Cabaret was wonderful. Provocative at times due to the raunchy nature of the show (it IS a cabaret), it was tastefully done and the humour was fast and furious. The deeper themes of love and romance wasn’t fully explored, but it still managed to bring a tear to my eye when Sally, a cabaret star, sang about how her dark life seemed to return despite her finding her true love.

The atmosphere before a theatre show is absolutely electrifying. A guy selling programs was shouting in a thick German accent. He was telling people around how the programs were smuggled out of Berlin, where Cabaret is set. He gave me my change and told me not to burn my fingers, the program was HOT. Laughs it is these people that add so much colour and life to this wonderful masquerade. People drinking Perrier, dressed in their best. One could be cynical and accuse them all of being poseurs, or simply revel in this getaway world of “high culture”. It is a wonderful escape from the mundane everyday world.

One line the Emcee said in Cabaret was “In here life is beautiful. The girls are beautiful. The orchestra is beautiful!” And he was right. The orchestra was nothing like the normal perception of what one would assume an orchestra to be. No fat, semi-balding men blowing the trumpets. The guys were hunky and had no sleeves, showing off their biceps. The women were wearing rather skimpy (it IS a cabaret) clothes and boasted model-like figures. That wasn’t what impressed. They played their instruments with such abandon it was hard not to notice their talent. Wow. I’ve neither looks nor talent. So I’m suitably impressed. The stars sure did shine tonight.

Why the Computer Crossed the Road

I have never tasted such tasteless lemon chicken in my life. I had a huge bowl of sauce too. I’ll remember to try the noodles next time round. I know I should be thankful that I have food. hushes up

Finally got my C program to work. I was almost on the verge of panic. I have to hand it in tomorrow and I chose to start work on it on Sunday. Little did I know how little I knew. I’ve always had my way with computers. Dad has a thing for techie things, not that he’s a real techogeek. He just likes to have electronic stuff hanging around the house. I’m glad he got that Fujitsu computer back in the early 80s. It gave me my first taste of programming. It felt good to know that I was doing things many people had no clue about. It was my own small world where I ruled. I gave up programming after a while because the old computer language BASIC was slowly being phased out. I didn’t have the determination to pursue new languages like C or C++.

I applied for MIS hoping that somehow I’d find my love for programming again. My first MIS 121 class this semester was scary. The professor came in and asked us to write a program. Hands around me were raised, asking questions like “Why aren’t we learning Java? It’s a cleaner program!” In my mind I pictured C as a dirty little boy that hadn’t had a bath in ages. What on earth does it mean for a program to be cleaner? I had no idea what these people were talking about. Their conversations were way above my head. I began to question my application into the MIS department.

I had a breakthrough today. It was nothing short of the grace of God. My program had a list of error messages longer than the program itself. I gave up on it and rewrote everything. It took me quite a bit of tweaking, but it finally ran. I began to see the logic behind the language and felt the flow of electrons come back to me. I was there again - the world I had left. I was comfortable enough to even decorate my program with some personal touches - a little bit of graphics etc. It felt good to be home. Phew. Thank God.

Romancing the Blues

Dearest Sarah, it was a wonderful feeling to see your little message on my guestbook. I’m glad you’re still here with me, despite my absence during summer. I guess now you’re older and wiser (I hope).

I just came off the phone with Faith and we had a fantastic time talking about absolutely nothing. Laughing, smiling, exchanging sweet phrases of affection. It was almost as if she was right here with me. After Kieron and Debbie’s departure, I seem to have lost all avenues to release funny comments. Like I’ve said before American humour is very different, and in some ways Debbie understood what I was talking about whenever I cracked a joke. So far, the rest of the people look at me like I speak another language when I use self-derogatory humour, or even if I spelt humour as H-U-M-O-U-R. I’m pretty sure there are people who appreciate British humour here in this huge school, I just have to get down to find them.

Jazz and the Blues are playing from my computer and I sit here typing in my thoughts for yet another weekend. Time passes quickly, and I fear not remembering the events of my life, and not using my life wisely.

Thanksgiving

I spoke to my mother a while ago on the phone. It was great hearing her voice again. Catching up on things at home makes me feel like I were there sitting on the living room couch, watching every individual member go about their own little business, living in their own little world. My mother loves me a lot. I am most blessed and fortunate to be a son in her love. I only regret not having appreciated her in my childhood.

I was a most horrible child. I never did my homework, deliberately hid my books and lied to teachers all the time. It’s a marvel my parents didn’t give up on me. Looking back, I don’t know what little spark I had to help them endure. Most children have some saving grace of some kind. I can’t seem to remember any of mine. I wasn’t devious or scheming. I just lived in my own world, talked to myself, daydreamed about universes far far away. I lived in them. I was whoever I wanted myself to be. I used to fear going to school because of the homework I owed. Usually at that stage I had so much homework it was impossible to ever cover up. I didn’t do well at all in school. The school system favours those who are well-rounded in all subjects. I did extremely well in subjects I liked, namely English and Science, and did horribly in subjects I didn’t (Mathematics and Chinese). This made my overall score very low, and I was largely considered an underachiever.

How I’ve come to the present stage I’m at seems like a dream. I pray I remember it true and well, for it is indeed a work out of the hands of God. I have so much to be thankful for. My parents who believed and hoped in me. My sisters who are turning out to be the most beautiful girls (ok so they’re tied in that position with Faith), and Faith who loves me beyond what I deserve. Lord, I do not deserve any of this. I don’t even know where to thank or praise You. My eyes are wet with tears for all that You’ve done for me. Thank You.

In Virtual Paris

I spoke to my sister over the Internet today and it seems that my mother is terribly worried about how I’m doing. I assume it’s the melancholy mood of my recent journals that have caused this. Do not worry, dear mother, for God watches over me. Though it indeed seems harder than last semester, partially because of Debbie’s departure and many other factors I can’t really place my finger on, I am thankful for the opportunity I have to study at Arizona. Tucson is indeed a most beautiful place. It does take a while for its beauty to set in, and I know that I will miss it much when it comes time for me to leave.

Dearest Pattie and Sarah, my two most wonderful unseen friends, I have heard little from both of you and I just want to tell you that your presence in my life is sorely missed. I hope that both of you are doing fine. Due to the new WIldcat Online homepage, I am unable to engage in intellectual discourse with Pattie. I do hope the discussion section of the homepage comes up soon. I miss Sarah’s most beautiful youth. Her little anecdotes that offer so much wisdom for one so young. The joy almost overflowing in her is contagious. I thank you both, fellow sojourners for the comfort you’ve given me over the past semester.

I played basketball just now. I look for old familiar faces and find only a few. When I sit here typing all these, it is almost as if I sit at a cafe watching life move past me. I remember the lines from Sabrina : “I sat at a cafe for four years, no more than that, and wrote nonsense in a journal, but then…it was not nonsense.” It is a bittersweet solitude. Laughs don’t worry mother. It is all part of life. Do pray for me, that I value God’s presence more than I do right now. That I may seek Him always.

Pictures of the Mind

After a grueling weekend, I’m glad Monday is here. The papers I put so much time in can finally be seen to its fruition. Oh no, not the grades, but rather the discussions that give me satisfaction. It is wondrous when your fellow classmates share thoughts and views on a paper you put effort in.

A huge thing that happened to me today was that the photos I took of campus got posted up on the University of Arizona homepage. I’ve never thought of myself as a good photographer in any sense. I just snap what I think looks nice and I admit I’ve little or no technique. I’m glad the homepage team found them nice and decided to put them up. They can be seen at www.arizona.edu . If you don’t see the photos right away, click on reload or refresh and the photo on that page will change. I have two up this week, and the rest of the photos are still archived for use at a later date.

Much as there are things to be happy about, I’m frustrated that someone punctured my bicycle tire again. It’s not a good feeling to have to change tires twice in one week. It costs quite a bit too. Well, I have to look at the bright side and thank God for what I have.

And what I have is tickets to watch the Suns play the Grizzlies in October, and the homecoming football game against Oregon State in November. Stephanie will be coming with me to the football game and we’ll show our school spirit in whatever way we can. These are the little things we look forward to that keep us going.

Every morning I wake up at seven, and I look forward to talking to Faith over the Internet. Much as I wish I could actually see, hear, smell and touch her, this is the closest I can get at this point in time. I often see myself standing behind her with my arms around her. I breathe her in as we look outward towards the sea. The sun rises in the background. I feel like going home at times and leaving all this behind, but Faith reminds me that God has given me this chance to be here. I’ll have to be Faithful for now.

In His Eyes

I sit in front of my computer and listen to the music from the musical Jekyll and Hyde. I hear the song “In His Eyes” where two women pine for the love of Dr. Jekyll. I feel my loneliness rise up inside me. I sit here in the darkness, feeling their pain, their longing, their need for love. A certain melancholy falls upon me. It’s a sweet melancholy and I hope to find that place where I am alone but not lonely.

Arizona had its first football game (American football) of the new season. Everyone was decked in red screaming ARIZONA! There were rumour that 10 000 Ohio State fans would be in town tonight to cheer the opposition on. Car horns blasted at anyone who had the guys to put up a OSU (Ohio State University) flag proudly atop the car roof. It was as if Tucson came alive. It wasn’t just the students, but the citizens of this town that rallied together. It was truly a sight to behold.

We lost the game though. We led at the half but just couldn’t finish it off. Oh well.

I had lunch with Debbie today. She leaves for Indiana tomorrow morning. This semester has been difficult, not being able to send her a message via ICQ whenever I felt bored, or go to Circle K with her to grab some groceries. Zahid is usually not to be found, and I find myself alone a lot of the time. Ryan has his own group of friends and partying is a recently acquired hobby of his (and every other college freshman).

I can’t find anyone who loves musicals, or sees beyond the facade of being a social butterfly. Not yet at least. So while “In His Eyes” is a duet, I sing it alone tonight. Goodnight you all.

Who Am I? 24601!

Another weekend has arrived. It is almost amusing how I always look forward to it on Monday and yet am at a loss as to what to do come Friday. Music is blasting from the rooms down the corridor (it being Friday is not a factor) and people are getting ready to enjoy the night. I, on the other hand, will find a little corner somewhere in this dorm and outside of this room. Maybe watch a video, maybe play a few computer games. It’s not exactly exciting, but then again, my life was never described as such.

My class on “Languages and Cultures of East Asia” taught about the Chinese writing system. While I speak Mandarin fluently, I am ashamed to possess a miniscule amount of knowledge when it comes to the written. This is further accentuated when the system being discussed about is the old traditional Chinese, rather than the newer concised version Singapore teaches in its schools. I found myself unable to read a few of the more complicated words. At twenty-three, I regret not being able to be fluent in the language of my people. It is part of who I am and yet I seem to be the product of another time and culture. Times and cultures do change, but I would have liked to have a part of my heritage with me. It is who I am.

Stephanie has stablised and I have had the chance to “speak” with her via the Internet. It was a painful operation she went through and she is still in the process of healing. More than her physical well-being, I pray her spirit survives. It is so easy to be embittered by an experience as unpleasant and painful as this. She was slightly depressed when I spoke to her, but lightened up a little after a while. I remind her often that she is not alone. Even though the Internet Relay Chat is a form of communication that is rather impersonal, it is still a meeting of the minds and beings of real people.

Stephanie, as much as I can through this rather limited medium, I am with you. Remember that you are not alone. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you, and we are there by your side. I say we with regard to Faith and myself. Hugs. “All things work for the good of them that love God”, so the verse goes. I do not claim to see the light beyond the tunnel, or the rainbow at the end of the rain, but I know that it is there. Hang in there, and bear down Stephanie. I want to share the scenic view with you later on.

Friends In Need, In Need Of Friends

I received news that Stephanie was admitted into a hospital for an emergency operation through a friend of hers who posted a message on my guestbook. The most recent news I have right now is that she is home resting, and I am glad that God has seen her through this. She is a most dear friend, even though we’ve never met. I had emailed her to ask about life at the University of Arizona before I actually made my decision to come here. Her love for Tucson and the U of A has really rubbed off on me and I feel a sense of belonging to the school, a sense of loyalty. I begin to appreciate what I have.

I did a little bit of studying with Lauren today. She’s a freshmen who happens to take the same class as me in “Eroticism and Love in the Middle Ages” (I had to convince a few more than imaginative people that we did not use the Karma Sutra as text). She was a great joy to talk to, having also come from a Christian background. Her story of adapting to this new place reminds me of my own first days. Though I’ve spent a whole semester here already, I still feel rather new to this experience.

Did a little cooking of my own today. Had a huge steak which I shared with Zahid. I have to remember to cut it up into smaller pieces the next time I cook it. While a huge steak is visually appealing to the appetite, it is hard to cook. While edible, my stomach strains to digest the rather overcooked meat.

There’s little to say tonight. I feel relieved that Stef is fine now. Thank God. HUGS Stef, if you’re reading this.

Keep the Faith, Nurture the Hope

Monday was labour day and many people who had homes within driving distance drove home. Ryan (my roommate if you didn’t already know) went back as well. It was a funny nostalgic feeling, having my room to myself again. So far the fact that I have a roommate living with me in the very same room has yet to establish itself in my head. It feels like a sort of short-term arrangement. Maybe after a few more weeks I’ll forget what life in this room alone feels like.

I hit the books pretty hard this weekend, writing three papers and finishing most of my readings in a single day. It was nice to have Monday off to relax myself. There are times I wish I had a car. I cycled to the American Red Cross Headquarters today for an orientation program. I have to volunteer some twenty hours this semester to fulfill my scholarship requirements. It also happens to be one of my class requirements. I thank God I have this chance to kill two birds with one stone. The Red Cross HQ looked SO close on the map. It wasn’t all that far, but cycling on a busy road where teen drivers often run amok is not something I look forward to. Oh, do you know that the word “cycling” is not in the American vocabulary? Here they say “I rode my bike to the HQ” rather than a nice condensed form of “I cycled to the HQ”. I had weird looks the first time I failed to clarify myself.

There was a huge piece of news for me this morning. My sister got accepted by the University of Arizona. Whether or not she comes is still a decision yet to be made. In some ways, I look forward to her presence. She’s a part of home that would be with me. Yet I fear that the reason be solely selfish. I’m pretty sure she’s more than able to handle herself here. Academically she might need a little adjustment but she’ll do fine. My mother who persuaded her to apply seems to have changed her tune now that the prospect is so imminent. She fears that my sister would be too easily influenced by the evils of American culture. I know my sister well. Though younger than most of the freshmen here, she has a certain nonchalance about her that will protect her. She is not easily impressed by rich, well-dressed contemporaries. I am so glad for that trait. It is a stunning gem to her inner beauty.

Zahid and I were talking about how much we missed home. We both agreed it felt worse this time round. I don’t know why. One reason could be that we were given a taste of the contrast between life at home and life here. It is not that Tucson is a bad place to be, but being amongst family and friends is always a welcome idea. Of course there’s Faith. I miss her so very much. I often console myself that soon I’ll be back by her side again, but when I look too hard it seems an eternity away. By God’s grace, I will hold on.

Debbie has yet to contact me about meeting up. I have not seen her online. I really hope to see her before she leaves. Like Zahid said, it is as if a comrade has gone down in battle. “I nurtured the hope, if there was hope….that one day I will breathe free air…”, Sean Connery said in “The Rock”. I nurture the hope, and pray that it does not disappoint.

Appetite for Social Problems

I was offered dog food by my professor today. It wasn’t any racist attack or anything, don’t you worry. I’m taking this subject entitled “Understand Social Issues In America”. The topic today was poverty. It was found in a study in Ohio that poor people have dog food as a daily meal. The whole lecture hall was handed little bits of dog food. It smelt horrible, a little better than the dried worm cubes we feed to fish. The professor was trying to illustrate how using theories to understand social problems had its inadequacies, that merely talking or theorizing about a problem doesn’t mean we understand it any better. Some people like John Dewey were proponents of service-learning, where being down in the trenches makes one understand and appreciate the problem better. When Professor Grant asked what we thought of poverty now, one girl raised her hand and said, “There’s no way I’m going to eat this stuff!” I guess it’s much easier to talk about social problems than it is to face them head on. No one ate the dog food. No one but me. Munch munch….glad some guy offered me a piece of gum later on. Don’t want to be smelling of dog breath.

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