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Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Thursday, October 16, 200810:52 PM
I hope this finds you well  Fact: I hope this finds you well...Truthfully I must say that I hope this finds you well. I don't know you well now, but for some point in time there was a moment where I felt I knew you. I watched peple walk by uou, ignoring that you existed as you sat in an old folded chair on the side of the busy street. You were quietm and for a moment, i was afraid you were blind. A large old wicker hat that had a fraying brim shielded your dark eyes from view. You were mumbling to yourself as I felt my chest clench. Were you muttering a curse or a prayer? I wanted to ask you but I remained where I stood. Your baggy blothes draped over you, hiding your shape. Layers upon layers. Youre long faded patterened skirt dragged upon teh ground as you paced back and forth, crying your wares of cinammon and spices. For that time I stood there waiting for my father, approximately one hour, you didn't sell one bag. The bin stood tall as you began to shrink back to your seat. The whole time I stood a short distance away from you, it felt like you couldn't see me. You made me seem invisible, like I didn't exsist as you tried to coax a passerby. Watching you caused my stomach to tie itself into a knot. I felt pity, but I could do nothing to help you. I wanted to just hand you all the money that was burning itself to ashes in my pocket, but again, I stood motionless. I waited. My heart picked up when a Hispanic man came up to you and looked at the cinammon, poking and peering, and I truly believed that he would purchase something. But he said nothing the whole time and walked away. My heart sank again for you. But you showed no emotion. Were you used to this? Was I feeling the pain for you? Your dark face became old and weary before my eyes. And then I was called away. Then, I forgot about you. I remembered you just yesterday, when I saw a poor bird dead upon the concrete. No wounds, no blood, just dead. Someone told me it had probably frozen to death. Like I was with you, I was fascinated. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I just looked with pity, praying quietly to myself for it. I watched it motionless trying to think if there was some way I could've prevented it's death. I wonder what went on before I 'met' you that caused you to be on the street that day. Were you in a bind or did you loose your way? I pray you are safe and doing well. Every once in a while I return to that spot to catch a glimpse of you, to try to atone myself by helping you. But everytime I go, I can never find you. I pray that nothing horrid and grim had become of you. At the bottom of my heart I wish that you won the lottery and no longer reside in the streets. But my head knows that that did not happen. I pray that this finds you well... ---- |
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