Author: Karen SueAnn Yao
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For Simply Passing By
I didn’t like you at first. I actually liked your friend. And then one time, we got together to get a couple of drinks. You were never my type. You’re the modern hipster I try not to hate. You think you know so much. You hate almost every person in the world. The fuck’s wrong…
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Plasticity at its finest
© How do I start this? How about Hi! I’m Karen Yao. But of course, you know that; We’ve been block mates for two years now. Some may know me as a drunkard, or a smoker, Or any of those stuff as a matter. Some, maybe as no one important, Or just the nice,…
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Life’s Museum
© We went to an art exhibit—my friends and I. There were displays with golden shades; There were ones with plastic and glass, instead. There was an amazing wall of photography; And of course, paintings! Paintings were everywhere! There’s this one abstract that grabbed my attention. It was battered and ripped apart, As if a…
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Lucky Fellow as a Thomasian Freshman
Once enrolled, I’ll officially be a college sophomore student. I go to a university known for its floods, literally; and as one of, as they say, the “big four” universities. I don’t get the point though, I mean, what’s the point of having a caption to your title when the contents are all messed up?…
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