Finger-combed Solitarian.

So the Blog-parteeeh’s victorious. And I didn’t join the occasion since Bulacan’s too far from Makati? Though I’m familiar with Makati and its mind-numbing west-to-east streets, I decided not to go. We had Saturday as an extension for our Intrams. High School students must have been banned there (kidding). Anyway, congrats to the bloggers who made it. Envy. I’m so jealous. The fact that Billycoy is there! (I don’t care about Hener, I’ve seen him months ago in UST.) And Bulitas, and Benj! All star-studded people. And Ade, and other uhh, bloggers. And the Krispy Kreme. Aww.

Anyway, we’ll see each other in the near future.

For now, I’m still depressed with the fact that I can’t finish a single Solitaire game. Though the game doesn’t have any connection with numbers (the way I see it), but the logic! I can’t just match the figures. Oftentimes, I overlook those cards. What’s happening? Maybe I’m just distracted with my cousin trying to pester me. You know, linking me with a girl. And blah-blah. But still, why can’t I finish a single game! I could finish a Sudoku for like, nine minutes (depends with the difficulty of the game) or less! But with this game, I’m always busted.

Another thought: I’ve asked myself, when was the last time I combed my hair with a real comb? Maybe years ago. I go to school with an unkempt hair – rugged, somehow disordered. I’d comb my hair with four fingers (without my thumb) and voila. Ulam na. [Haha, kidding] But really, I seldom use a comb to decorate my hair with a wax; oftentimes I use my bare hands. It’s more artistic, isn’t it?

And to think that my Dad’s bald, he actually hates seeing a comb in the house.

That’s it. I’m done with my post. Still on page 280-something with Kanon’s The Good German. I’m not yet sleeping, urghh.

~ by utakgago on January 29, 2007.