There I was, sitting on Ayah’s living room floor, making sure the white eggs went into the burgundy pouches and the brown eggs into the gold pouches, or maybe it was the other way around, I forget.
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I simply haven’t been writing. Haven’t had the time. That bothers me, because I want to make writing one of my priorities, if possible.
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He’s sleeping in both photos.
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Anyway, just some assorted thoughts and stuff since I’m too busy/scattered/whatever to put together anything focused:
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…the car behind you is so close that all you can see in the rearview mirror is someone else’s head.
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This time I’m complaining about Muslim men in Malaysia who cheat on their wives. Nasty!
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We had quite a time here.
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After a week on our campus on the outskirts of the city, our weekend trips to the city centre don’t need to be full of ‘authentic’ or ‘exotic’ experiences. We get enough of those from Monday to Friday. On the weekends, we want our java chip frappuccino.
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If I get bombarded with spam again, I’ll have to try something else.
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