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Name: Esther
Country: United States
State: Washington
Birthday: 11/8/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Psalm 45:1 -
My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
Expertise: I am a dilettante. noun: a dabbler in an art or field of knowledge; a lover of the fine arts; a connoisseur. adj: superficial; amateurish.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
MSN: estheryoungshin@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/6/2004
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| But battles are ugly when women fight.
~ Father Christmas, in "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" | | |
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David, youngest member of "The Shins".
Tim Shin. Tim Foreman (rockstar who could've been my husband). Me.
My little brother's a rockstar (he's the one on the right): CLICK TO SEE TIM's MUSIC VIDEO
Happy Holidays! As a new year marks two years of post-DTS life,
I remember each of you with a smile. | | |
| Nothing seen, nothing said.
~ Theodore Roethke
The maiden, marvelling at the unwonted glow of passion, knows not what love is -- yet, not knowing,
loves.
~ John Milton, Latin Elegy I
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
~ Boris Vian, "L'invitation au voyage" | | |
| Training:
How to prepare your fourteen year old brother to become the kind of guy that makes girls go "awww"
and "ohhh" - get him to pick up some undergarments I put on hold on the last day of the Nordstrom's
Anniversary Sale. Oh crap, I'm gonna get a lot of crap about this one.
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| I have come to [better] accept the fact that I'm a chronic insomniac. Three days of wholly sleepless nights this week, I think, I dunno I lost track. This morning I had to remind myself of what day it is, that I have to get on the bus; that such nights put stories in my head, and if I have the courage and initiative to write that I will have stories to share and I can become a better writer. I will [try to] accept the fact that caffeine is my friend, as well as the sporadic drinks to settle my unnerving self. I have come to [try to] appreciate uncertainty, the unknown, waiting without answer, more uncertainty and more waiting until it is too late. Because to God it isn't too late, it's just right. Why make him stoop to my understanding of time and timing? I choose to identify with what gives me delight and pleasure. It doesn't always have to be painful. Because that is not who I am.
I am unfinished and raw, rough around the edges and can I dare to believe that that could possibly be good? Sleeplessness results in sentimentality. Sentiment is good but sentimentality is overdone. I could also be making up words. No, I just looked it up. I'm not. Die Bierstube is a local German bar I have recently discovered and being there makes me happy.
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