Morgan's tale of sex and frolic

Let me tell you a tale as it unfolds of a girl's experiences most true and profound. She is a girl of 28, a worldly and educated sort who once upon a time had the convenience of falling into a great and spiraling love, an almost mythical kind of love (mirroring those of the Greek gods), which would eventually end in an equally thunderous and tumultuous way. Since her unprecedented heartbreak, she has been meeting and cavorting with several young male companions, usually with the assistance of her sophisticated friend, Sauvignon. Her name: Morgan. Her ambition: lawyer. Her bad luck: men.
The tale must be told, of Morgan's experiences with the opposite sex, since her union with her first love was brought to an end. These experiences are bound to shock, marvel and astonish, but alas, they must be told, as they are all based on true events. There must no doubt be a force trying to reckon with Morgan. It is only a wonder what kind of karma she must have pissed off.

The tale begins...

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

A hope and a skip

Right now, my mind is occupied with thoughts of Japan, a grief-stricken Japan, with its luster torn from the womb of nature. My earliest memories are of living in Japan, where I formed my first best friends and developed my first ever crush. For someone who's never really felt like any one place is her home, I have never been so homesick for Japan. For someone who's never really known the answer to "what's your ethnic background?" I've never felt so Japanese. Despite the safety of my family and friends living there, I am in a constant state of despair. I hope more survivors will be found. I hope families are reunited. I hope the country will find its strength again.
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