25:

Dear you,

I have to admit things are starting to lose their color and all these songs are beginning to sound the same.

I'm finding that these little stories i save for the weekends might not really make any sense.

How are you doing? What did you eat for lunch? Did you find a good spot on your train this morning? Did you see anything funny on your way home?

It's too quiet now.

Heeey.

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24: of counting KMs and time travel

Strange.
I've set my Zen to play the highest rated songs, and so far the preselected songs are those I haven't heard yet. I double checked and yes they all got five stars in my list. Hmmm someone must be tinkering with my player.

But the strange thing is, I like these songs. I would've given them the same stars they already have. A time traveller perhaps? Future me with a time machine and lots of time to waste. Ye that must be it.

Or I 've been playing and rating songs in my sleep again. Better that than calling people randomly perhaps.

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For the past few months I've started running in the morning  whenever I got the chance to, and now I'm being invited by an officemate to participate in a running event. My initial reaction is nooooo im not up for those things. no really i'm not the sporty type and my endurance is low as in very low because of my severe asthma history ( i carry my inhaler with me all the time!)

But tomorrow I'll try to run that 3k distance and see how i measure up. Oh darn I just checked the flyer and the minimum run is 5k. poof.
I'll try to run 3k tom anyway. I've plotted my 3k around the office area thanks to google maps. This plotting and planning is fun ha-ha-ha. (thunder).
hehe i think come tomorrow i'll scrap all these 3k stuff and just run for the heck of it until I run out of breath as usual.

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Dear George Martin,
why start a great battle when i need to sleep early?

23: of refuge and paper reams.

There was this secret spot back in college where I go to whenever i just want to be alone with my thoughts.

Well it's not really a secret since it was part of the smoking area of a coffee shop/arts gallery, but people seldom stay there because 1.) the table and chairs placed in that area were the worst 2.) it's the spot nearest to the airconditioner exhausts 3.) it faced the parking lot. But most people then didnt know that if you stay there at the right time, i.e. around 5-6pm, the parked cars begin to move out and you see the open field beyond the parking lot. and for 20-30 minutes you see dancing blades of grass bathed in that elusive magic-hour sun. I usually order a cup of jasmine tea (P40 then) and prepare myself for that show, alone with my thoughts for the day. Anyway, I miss having such places. I've been working here in Makati for quite some time now, and so far I havent seen a place I can claim as my own in that manner.

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M has this recent urge to buy a ream of short bond paper. She constantly tells me that and later retracts, admitting that she really has no urgent use of it. But I understand her, really. Perhaps this coming payday I'll surprise her with one.

We admit that we are school supplies and plastic container freaks.