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Robusto, Nicholson Baker and Lassitude from Jason Mraz' blog.

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2-7

I had been in bed for hours and still my mind kept on wandering around. Instead of being sad and not being a reflective person, I decided to just play air hockey on my IPod Touch. I won! Having a 2-7 score. 

Project: Sister's Project

My sister and I used to study at St. Paul College of Paranaque. She was in grade two and I was in second year high school. She had been and has been asking me to do a lot of her projects and stuffs. It’s just too perpetual that until now that we are having a Qatar-Phil set-up aside from vacations, my sister would have take a phone call just to ask me for her lessons.  Because it is vacation and where together, here is what I’ve done lately for an unknown subject. Tenen! My parents told me that I could be a kindergarten teacher. If that would be really possible, then every kid in my class would be crying their eyes out until they got home, everyday. 

127 New Tweets

Lately I have been encountering twenty sevens more often. This is one of those. Nothing, I just want to share :P. 

Fries

While waiting for my glasses, we searched for a place to sit and all we found was a food chain. We bought two fries for ten riyals, even though our stomachs were so full because of eating fellowship, I mean, mini fiesta after worship service.

The Nepali waiter has been talking to me in Tagalog. The diction was sort of funny but he is such a clever for speaking Tagalog fluently. I wasn’t able to ask how he had learnt our native tongue.

Mind Spin

I remember last December, whenever I search for IPad, salespersons lead me to Galaxy Tab. In contrary with these days, looking for Galaxy Tab will make their fingers point to IPad. My world and mind just do the topsy-turvy over and over here. 

Glasses

Last Friday, my parents bought me a new pair of glasses. This was one of my choices but when did my choice mattered? As usual, we bought what they want for me. That’s not it. I won’t be posting pictures of it until June. 

People back there keep on complaining about the heat. When I check the country’s temperature, it only ranges from 32-40 degrees cel-si-yus.  I don’t know what to say, I can’t ride off to those complaints because it’s worse here. If thirty two is hot, what then is forty nine?

Poor morbidity

The way it glows for a true desire and the way it dims for an option. This dilemma has supposed to be ended for a long time now, but the visibility is just too indubious. Inability to satiate a dying heart's need, ferociously puts a knife clasp by hands, gently strokes on the throat penetrating its deepest and slowly running downwards until the bleeding kills itself.

Her Story

He likes fair-skinned, flawless, sexy women, who wouldn't? He's currently with her who's typically plain, with unlikeable skin and fats. She hates it when she upsets people, especially the one whom she dearly loves. She couldn't help herself think of pushing him to what she thinks will be his happiness. She wants him to be with someone whom he could be proud of, someone whom he could boast, "that's my girl," all the time. She wants him to commit to someone whom he'll be overly satisfied. To that someone with that beauty, brains, talents and right attitude and not with a trying hard, like her. She wants the best for him that she can't give. He is her life, her strength and her love. She wants to be the most beautiful for him, who can see another as more beautiful than her. This is a story of her fullest efforts that are wasted because of its incapacity to change anything versus the lightest effort idly exerted but can get him in deepest ways.

Damn!

The moment when you exerted too much effort on reaching sight of your elbow region and realizing that you are in front of a mirror.