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As much pride and glee as I took in my having been able to configure the Domokun template just the way I wanted, to keep the blogger toolbar while getting the headers to still match up, I have decided to temporarily (or at least it seems for now, har) restore the default template, as such manages better with sentiments of unrest.

Edit (7/8/09, 0122): New layout up. Not completely done working out all the snags, but have gotten a few things I wanted working, so yay.

Splotches of Ink

ink over Bic. should've realized long time ago. chromatography. calligraphy? perhaps shall revisit. brushes speak. will i hear more this time?

not meant to drive? har. we'll see. and triumph. soon, God willing. I've never really held the desire to drive or otherwise operate an engine-powered vehicle simply for driving's sake (I would like to learn how to drive stick-shift because it seems cool and more utilizing of brains and effort). Driving has always been more about getting somewheres, doing somethings, seeing someones, or in cases that involve none of those three, roaming out wherever, breathing in the life that is nature.

U.S. date of independence yesterday. have noticed (the obvious fact) that no country is perfect. Even the U.S. used local children for translation purposes during the Vietnam War, which for some of these informal conscripts led to lifelong injuries. But then what, in this life?

love like rain

I've been home a month already. It's certainly not quite what I'd expected/wanted, in some ways. There's been good and bad, internal and external. Some of it's a matter of perception, but all of it's an active struggle. We'll see how His plans change me.

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I've become conscious recently that I dream in both 1st and 3rd person. When details stand in my mind most distinct, I may more often say with conviction that those dreams were in 1st person. But otherwise, when immediate apperception becomes obsolete, when my remembrances of the particulars are wrenched away, and my mind struggles to fill in the gaps -- the color of a shirt, one's posture, position, even specific facial features -- it is then that things turn fuzzy, and I grow the sense that I had dreamt in 3rd person.

Whether this is to mitigate the blurriness, or whether I had actually dreamt in the 3rd person, I do not know, but I would very much like to be able to compare what I had actually dreamt with what I thought I dreamt, just to see what and how much of it "actually happened," and what and how much my mind construed on its own. To be able to see inside one's mind so, what the mind does and to what degree, would allow one to better examine one's heart, I believe. And from such stems my curiosity.

^Writing it out like that has helped me see a piece of the why in why I've tentatively chosen the secondary that I have. Hah. Appreciated.