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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
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i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I'm Comfortably Unproductive

So now that going to the beach (and touring a whole island in the period of one day) is out of the way, I now have nothing to do except bury myself with all the good pages I packed with my clothes for the journey home, the amount of the said reams dwindling at a rate faster than my days are going, dangit. Ah well, there's always the occasional NG magazine and whatnots my dad might have, aye?

So now that I sport a nice tan (although by no means have I been very fair to start with), I stupidly consume more chocolate truffles than my body needs, hence the need for the regular trips to the gym which have been reduced to a less than regular state due to a mishap that caused my arms to resist a certain amount of lifting. Funny though it may sound now, but funny it was not when I was putting on my shirt then.

I now have discovered that I may be inclined to having a favorite brother, hard as I quell the idea. How random was that!

I thought that the time that I spent (and will continue to spend) away from school and all its nastiness would afford me even an instant of a someone not being in my thoughts. Wrong. Someone once said that I had to stop visiting a certain blog, but forgetting about this wise bit of advise, I typed the URL by reflex and found myself a bit startled when I found myself staring at three new posts. Muscle memory, guh.

It's quite unfortunate that I went to a high school one boat ride away. Now that I feel the need of company - not that I'm lacking any as I do have a large family, mind - I can't do anything about it because (1) those people have summer classes, and (2) those who are available are too inaccessible.

Rant, rant, rant is what this post turned out to be.

Oh and Bean's post about the iMed brouhaha turned out to be quite touching, it having a reference to my astig-ness, haha. I've wanted to do similar one for weeks now, but I think I'll never get around to writing it. I guess it will have to remain a personal sentiment, won't it?

Oh, and I stumbled on a bit of good advice when I was occupying myself with the aforementioned pages:

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat.