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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006


I don’t quite understand why things aren’t going my way recently.

The whole time I played badminton in Villamor, I kept losing because my smashes went too deep or too shallow and I kept missing the shuttle by mere inches. While driving on the highway and overtaking the hordes of slowpokes, I actually made a couple of potentially dangerous mis-shifts. Yet I’m pretty sure I do well in both driving and badminton.

I don’t get it. Why is this happening?

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