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"You know what I think?" she says. "People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, 
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..you have to set yourself on fire.
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There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. - 11 Things to Know at 25(ish)
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There lives in me a decrepit old man. Most days I fight him, most weekends I let him win. 

I had my fortune told once, the fortune teller predicted that this is my fifth and will be my last life. Three out of my four past lives were that of men, mostly leaders of tribes and kingdoms and in one life, a reclusive woman. The mechanics of the life recycling game is that your soul gets revived 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/02vV8WQh7-YnCLfUxeeQSeeB2SQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/02vV8WQh7-YnCLfUxeeQSeeB2SQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Hopefool/~4/pNIlBn9TjAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/2011/04/crisis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUEQH8_fSp7ImA9WhZTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565888.post-7344671668535224731</id><published>2011-03-14T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:36:41.145+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-14T20:36:41.145+08:00</app:edited><title>somebody push me off this cliff</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/7344671668535224731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/2011/03/somebody-push-me-off-this-cliff.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565888/posts/default/7344671668535224731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565888/posts/default/7344671668535224731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hopefool/~3/PTaB0ieplJw/somebody-push-me-off-this-cliff.html" title="somebody push me off this cliff" /><author><name>---</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I try. Really. This is as much gusto as I can muster. But every time I do, I find more reasons to feel otherwise.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5r6tIDKFDpdH4jeUTrmRXwzLIzk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5r6tIDKFDpdH4jeUTrmRXwzLIzk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Hopefool/~4/xfETecpEDzE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/2010/08/momma-for-win.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYERXk-cCp7ImA9WhRbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565888.post-8521377245305317712</id><published>2010-07-28T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:38:24.758+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T00:38:24.758+08:00</app:edited><title>penny for your thoughts</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8521377245305317712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wutthahellareudoinghere.blogspot.com/2010/07/penny-for-your-thoughts.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565888/posts/default/8521377245305317712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565888/posts/default/8521377245305317712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hopefool/~3/WoVr3souW-M/penny-for-your-thoughts.html" title="penny for your thoughts" /><author><name>---</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Work was shit today. And I cared out of necessity, merely out of necessity to have it fixed. At this point in my life, the obvious keeps being reinforced. What's holding me now is quickly depleting and there's this big possibility of having nothing left for tomorrow or for the near future. And it put my back up when an office mate raises it suddenly to a superior that I have thoughts of leaving. 
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