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Fatimah
| Main blog: | ami | | Age: | 22 | | Birthday: | July 9th 1986 | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Student | | Education: | High school, Some college, School of life | | Religion: | Islam | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Philippines, Cotabato |
| Email: | koyasu_214@yahoo.com | | Yahoo: | koyasu_214 |
| Body Size: | Average | | Height: | 5' 3" (160 cm) | | Eyes: | Black | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Black | | Hair Style: | Wavy - Long | | Skin Tone: | Tan | | Best Feature: | Eyes | | Clothing Pref.: | Cozy | | Piercing Info: | one in left ear and two in right |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Family Info: | just dad, mom, me and my two brothers | | Sexual Preference: | Really Straight | | Astrological Sign: | Cancer (June 22 - July 22) | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | No Way | | Liquor: | Non-alcoholic beverages only | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Your Home: | Live with parents | | Interests: | music, art, literature |
mother packer
I hate packing.
It’s such a task. Realizing it only after numerous packings is funny on my
part. Normally, one would think that packing being related to going away is
what makes it dislikeable. Somehow, yeah. But the definite reason why I wish my
stuff would form a line and one-by-one arrange themselves neatly—even
topsy-turvy as long as they would fit—in those bags is because most of the
time, I’d rather use the time for packing to spend more time with the ones I’m
leaving behind.
Packing is not sad.
It’s such a preoccupying task that you wouldn’t have time for sad...
ayoko na nang baboy
Lately I get into one of my foulest moods when it's mealtime or when I'm shopping for food. They're harsh reminders of how limited my choices are. No pork. No wheat. I can eat pork in the strict sense of the word. I don't have hypertension or allergic reactions to it. But I grew up not eating pork because of religious practice I have grown accustomed to. I will never eat pork unless the situation comes when it's my only chance of survival. Now wheat is a different story. I can't eat anything that contains wheat. Can't because I have anaphylactic reactions to it....
an internally and externally restless taxpayer's weekend
Has there ever been a time in your life wherein you wanted to squeeze the airways of a person shut for being so stupid? A person who would always kick himself (yes, I use masculine pronouns when referring to people in general, it doesn't threaten my femininity in any way) in the rear, both cheeks, for having done something so obviously stupid that he shouldn't even be mulling over doing it in the first place because doing that stupid thing is even unthinkable? And what's even more baffling, even more incomprehensible than someone in Wowowee declaring that Willie Revillame is an inspiration,...
I grow old
There are some things that are maybe better off not realizing. Without meaning to (and without wanting to) I have come to the awareness that I am twenty-three years old, that my parents are nearing sixty, and that a number of people I have genuinely interacted with in the past and are connected to me in some way have left the state of being.
When I think about my parents—and it’s not rare for me to think about them; they are among the people that I know I truly love because of the room for pain I have in my heart for them—I wonder if they are truly happy. One if the saddest thoughts I...
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