I am your father

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Crazy fun facts

You were born on Friday
Since you were born has passed 20 years.
Since you were born has passed 244 months.
Since you were born has passed 1,061 weeks.
Since you were born has passed 7,437 days.
Since you were born has passed 178,513 hours.
Since you were born has passed 10,710,758 minutes.
Since you were born has passed 642,645,472 seconds.

Funny Facts:
Your heart beat 856,646,414 times
Your hair grewn 305 cm.
You slept 59,496 hours
You ate 8,255 kg. of food
You drank 10,568 liters of liquid
You walked 43,134,600 steps, about 14,339 km.
You blinked 114,232,320 times
You farted 111,555 times, producing 335 liters of CO2 (carbon dioxide) and 261 liters of CH4 (methane).
You urinated 25,286 times, almost 10,784 liters.

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Broken Dreams [Short Story]

This is a story of a boy who is still struggling to find his identity in the ever-changing world and his love story which he will tell to people in the years to come. It's about the path of self-confusion, pride, the loudest heartbeat and a strong passion for a young lady...

Part I: The beginning [2008.Sep]

The days were still cloudy and cold. It's been like this for a while now. No desire for future, no memories about the past, I was living for today, as the furthest I would look forward to is the night to come. If I only could go through the night, the parties, the heavy drinking and the random hook-ups, nothing would matter to me at all. I considered myself the unlucky one and refused to think otherwise. Inside I could feel the emptiness and sorrow, which once used to overflow with joy and happiness, yet the dark days that followed which took away my innocence and childhood from me. Like the lightest feather, the most delicate wind would blow it away to the other end of the world. Days went on and on like an ever ending maze, no feelings or passion for anything except my cup of warm latte and my box of cigarettes. Those were the only things that made me peaceful. I would sit down on the BC plaza bench and take a deep breath. No thoughts, a journey into blankness. Then everything changed. My simple life suddenly got complicated, my peaceful mind suddenly filled up with question which myself couldn't answer. That night which I still remember it as it was yesterday, I saw her, an angel from the skies, something sacred and unreachable, the finest of god's creation. It was the Nasher party I remember, quarter to eleven pm, as I was one of the last few people to go in and see the new exhibition, two eyes met. The most beautiful eyes were standing just a few feet away, staring at me. I neither experienced it before nor believed in it, but it did happen, I fell in love by first sight... the first time in my life and probably the last time as well.

"...when the melody inside me starts to resonate, when the wind of passion slowly whispers, when two eyes meet with a spark of joy, when the music of the souls flirt with the same rhythm, when my heart feels your heartbeat, I know that I wanna see you again..."

I couldn't explain what was going on for me. As I had promised myself that I would never fall in love again, or at least for a few years, I reached self conflict. It was a situation of 50-50. I was confused. Then luckily my passion won me over, I dared to ask her out, opened up my feelings, came out of hibernation and said to myself "I'll give myself another chance". It didn't disappoint, the closer we became and the better we start to know each other, my passion grew stronger and stronger, I finally accepted the fact that I actually loved her. She was a freshman and I was a junior in college then. She tended not to show up or be late for a date which seems to be a common thing among girls. I knew generally that means "they didn't give a fuck" and when the outcome of the night is somehow disappointing, I used to tell myself that "she is still young and new, probably confused and overwhelmed". Those were the words I used to tell myself in order to make up for my lack of patience. She seemed to not care about me. I waited. I have never been this patient with the same girl before, and it used to surprise me at the first, but finally I also accepted the fact that she meant a lot for me. I was building up. I was recovering from my previous injury... but I was careful, I didn't want to take another hit. I didn't trust anyone. Time went on. I tried to figure out what was going through her mind and I would seek for the smallest signs or hints for the search of an answer. Things that started with a big burst of flames finally cooled down a little bit. I was getting annoyed. She is not the one to blame, but I was getting confused and angry more and more again for some unknown reasons.

Part II: Destined to be [2008.Nov]

Winter was on the way. It was not until Thanksgiving, when I realized that I should add some fuel to the "whole situation", I invited her for a Thanksgiving dinner. Few of my friends were also staying on campus for the break, so I planned for a big dinner, we would cook, and she would come over and help with my portion of the dinner. That's at least what I thought. Four pm. She didn't show up. That's fine I thought. Dinner time. I had absolutely no idea where she was. She never showed up. I cooked a lot, just for her. I tried to make it elegant. I was sad. I got disappointed. Then I got angry. I told myself "everything is over". I felt like I have been expecting way too much from her. I didn't know why I was giving this much effort for something that has.... erghhh... no potential benefit for me. I kept on telling myself "No more, no more!!!!!", but inside I believed everything will work out. I felt that all these things are destiny that one day she would come and hug me and tell me that she cared about me, in other words I believed in a fairy tale. I didn't give a fuck anymore. That's what I tried to do... Winter break. Now all I cared was having some fun and not thinking about anything, continuing my normal life, downgraded to where I was before a couple of months ago. Usually I am jerk, specially to girls. I try to be nice and respectful, but at times it just doesn't work out. Unfortunately when I am with her I could no longer be the same. I get influenced by some mysterious presence, maybe she had some kind of magical powers, who knows. New year. It was time for me to came back for the next semester. Winter break was long and fun. Now, sure that I erased her from my mind, with confidence, I came back to my school. It has been more than four months since I first met her. It was a real windy day. As soon as I got back, I realized one thing, forgetting someone is not as easy as it seems. I also realized that I completely forgot that I was going to take the same class as her. Art History. Shoot me!

Part III: A new prologue and the unhappy ending [2009.Jan]

In my introduction to art history class, professor Bruzelius, with her wonderful voice, started talking about the paleolithic period. She walked in. As always, a little late for class. I couldn't take my eyes off her, I was unconsciously staring at her. I suddenly felt happy, real happy to see her again. I missed her a lot. Ancient Egypt, Holy Roman Empire and Early Renaissance. It was the funnest class I had ever taken, but for a guy who is the master of procrastination, I struggled with the whole date memorization part. We formed a study group, me plus her. We would stay late at night in the library, just enjoying the time together instead of doing work. Every second I spent with her at the library I felt complete. Each second, I realized more and more about how much I loved this girl, those beautiful eyes, those sudden sighs, those adorable laughs, that childish behavior, that energetic character, those sexy lips, that perfume smell, I loved it all with my heart. I wanted to close my eyes and kiss her, but I didn't. With her, I was shy, yet I was happy. I wanted to hold her hands and cuddle, but I didn't. I don't know why. I was a coward. On the other hand, I was good enough friends with her that I felt like I would be risking a good friendship over a potential relationship, which I knew this is where things get a little messy, out of control. I had to decide what my next step was. I chose the Valentines Day to be the special day to ask her out. One problem was that the only way of communication with her was through internet. When she is not online, pretty much there was no way to reach her. I wanted to go to the Valentines dance party with her. Finally at three am, Valentines day, I found her on skype, but I didn't know what to say. I asked her "would you be my valentine..." She gently refused. She told me "I wouldn't cheat..." I respected that. I understood that. I always considered myself a man of honor. ...Yet I was expecting a yes as a response. I told her that I would be going for a walk. I thought that's how things are meant to be. I wanted to shout "why did god let me meet you in the first place?" but I knew that it was not the right thing to even think about, as I enjoyed every single second with her and I didn't regret anything at all. Sometimes a lot happens in your mind. I went for the longest walk of my life at 4 am in the morning. Cigarettes were my only friends now. Before entering my room, I took a deep breath and, then went to bed. The next time I saw her, I pretend as nothing happened. Now I knew I am merely just a friend, not someone special to her. I told myself it was fine. Life is never fair, I knew. We kept on hanging out and continued our study sessions together. Final exam time was one the way. Another year was nearing an end. The last time I saw her before leaving back for home was in the bus, and we hugged, had a formal goodbye and she told me she would send me a present for my birthday. That gave me tiny bit of hope. Funny, what people assume and expect from others and what small things can mean a lot. I never recieved anything. "Oh well" I said and I assured myself about the fact that everything is gone for good. The dreams once I had slowly faded away. Broken dreams of passion that is. I buried everything deep beneath my emotions. I believed it will never be touched and someday be forgotten. In the end, I blamed myself for everything. That is always the easiest way to feel better.

Part IV: Love is never gone [2009.Aug]

It was a busy summer. It's been almost a year since I first saw her, but things were different now. I started seeing things in a different way. Maybe the way I approached people changed. I probably matured as an individual. I started thinking about my future and what things could be done. One night, I had a dream. A couple of months back, I talked about her, how things turned out and what she meant for me that whether I should pursue her with a friend of mine who lives in Massachusetts, . She[my friend] told me a story of old man whom she met in the train. The old man was telling my friend about his love story of his youth.

"When he was in Japan, he fell in love with a Japanese woman but the it was during a time of hardship, that she wasn't allowed to follow the man. The time which they spent together was not long but their love and bonding remained forever. Even after multiple decades, it preserved itself and the old man was telling my friend that it was the best time he had in his life..."

She advised me to go for it and it was worth the risk, which can be something special. My friend told me why not enjoy the last year of college with someone who really matters to you. I was dreaming about this incident, this specific conversation. But this time I was the old man and she was the Japanese woman. It was one of the best dreams I have ever had. I woke up in the morning and thought what a silly thing to dream about. One thing always surprised me. When I am with anyone else, I never have a problem, I am usually a baller, P.I.M.P-ish type of guy who gets what he wants, but only when I am with her I return to my middle school state where I am shy and scared of girls, holding a girls hand would be an impossible task. I never understood that. All I knew was there was something wrong with me. Anyhow, it was the end of summer now and it was time to go back. One last year, one last push. I came back with a lot of things in mind, a lot of plans but she was not part of my plan. After all the disappointments, all the pain she brought me, excluding the fact it was not her fault, I was certain enough that she was buried safely in my heart and that we were just friends and that was it. We became real good friend over the course of the whole drama that had been inside me. My senior year I decided to live off-campus. Living off-campus seemed really fun, with a little set-back, getting back to campus. There are always trade-offs.

One morning when I was sleeping I received a phone call from her. She stored her stuff with me, and so she called to let me know that she was back and wanted to know where her stuff was. I told her it was in my apartment and she can come and get it anytime she wanted to. Then she told me something about "I am ready to go to all the parties with you...", something like that, I was not sure what she said and what she meant. Whatever it was, I thought "whatever". As a friend, I strongly felt like I should get some dinner with her and catch-up, I called the number she called from just to realize that it was her roommate's number. When I asked for her phone number, the roommate started questioning me about who I am, why I want to get the number... Finally got her phone number and called. The conversation would go as the following.

"Hello?"
"Hey wasssuuuuup, how is it going?"
"Who is this, is this Amaaaaar?"
"Who do you think it is, of course..."
"Heeeeeey, how did you get my number? I just got a new number today??????"
"I got my ways, hehe, you know me!"
"C'mooooon tell me...."

After a short conversation we agreed to get dinner after her last class at six pm and she would call me when she is done. Seven o'clock. I was waiting for someone to call me, secretly I was nervous. I kept on looking at my watch. That's what I do when I am nervous. Eight o'clock. I lost hope. She would never change, I thought. I called a friend to ask to get dinner with me while I was heading to the Armadillo Grill Bar. Maybe a drink as well, I told myself. After a while she called me. She told me that her class was longer than she expected, explaining the reason she was late and asked where I was. She came by to say "hi" to me. She was wearing a 70's style eyeglasses which made her look even prettier than before. I was trying to think which movie character she looks like while she was coming down the stairs. "Heyyyy, how was your summer..." our conversation started. It was not a long conversation but it felt good.

A few days later I saw her walking on the quad next to the bus stop in front of the Chapel. I shouted her name as loud as I can, didn't look back... I called her and she finally looked back. She was going to the computer shop. She asked me to join her, I welcomely agreed and we went on a little trip around Durham. It was a nice day. We had a pit-stop on a bridge over the highway, it was beautiful. Helped her to bring her stuff from my apartment to her dormitory and later on went for a dinner at the Marketplace where I saw a few old friends. After finally reaching west campus to drop her off, I thought "this is how things used to be." Now I felt I knew a lot about her. Not long after, I ran into her at a party. I was hanging out with a few friends, she was also enjoying the night with her friends. The night was young and the party scene continued. I was not enjoying the night that much. Maybe I was not drunk enough. Maybe for some other reasons... Then I was standing breathless before her while she was dancing in front of a big window, where you can see the light from the the outside streetlights shining from her back, a perfect light and shadow creation. Seemed breathtaking. Her graceful movements turned me on, and I wanted to kiss her once again, but this time I was not scared nor shy. I just knew how lame it will be when the next time I see her if things didn't work out and went wrong. Therefore, I decided to leave the dance floor quietly with a realization that I cannot outrun my love, my passion for her, that it will always be there in my heart... Only if she felt the same way...

Dedicated to A.K

2009.Sep.07

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Pride me!

Today I realized one thing. I would enjoy the hot chicks on the nice summer days. I would fall for a girl by first sight. I would think about someone all day long. I would stare into her eye with the biggest mystery and love. I would snuggle & flirt like there is no one around. But, I would never go after a girl like a mad man being chased by a god damn fucking dog. Why? Pride. Man pride. Maaaaaan, it’s man pride!!!! I have too much of that shit. I am one proud bastard. I am not saying it's a bad thing; it helped me on numerous occasions. On the other hand, my pride screwed me up in “no time”.

Let’s say I am meeting someone, not just someone, a girl and guess what when the date is fucking late? I get pissed offfffff, why? Pride, man, pride. And even better, when they don’t show up or bring up some fucked up shitty reason not to show up, in my little brain I understand: that’s a simple rejection baby! Even when they tell me that they are extremely sorry and sorry for all the trouble, I assume it’s a total failure and an unacceptable misunderstanding. Oh my pride! Is that a big deal? Am I letting the hottest of the chicks pass by me because of my man pride? Hmmm, maybe, but not really, I still get plenty to keep me entertained. It’s just because of my pride I did let go the people I actually cared for, and I still do the same thing for the people I actually kind of “like”.

I don’t lack the ability to “trap” or reach someone’s heart, but I do lack the patience and dexterity to make a smart move. Thanks to my pride! Why not, even the gays have pride… Pride me, pride you!

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Pre-insanity & swirling thoughts

Long nites, dream lights...

Once almost reached, now seem so far away.

I believed, then faded,

Still believe, trying to reach...

Lost it somewhere on the way, don't dare to look back at the long journey and figure out where it is. Funny stories in my head, a new one every minute, making me dizzy at times. Oh why!? I am trying the best, but it never seem to be acceptable again. Broken thoughts and fragile minds. Laughter in the hall.

Well said, never found

Cloudy days over & over again

Stone cold, turned to be

Litte scared it might be what it is

Faith & destiny, guide me through

Little kids, unconcious dreams

First look, first impressions

Likable person, always fallen

Dreams of desire with broken wings,

Please forgive for all my sins...

-Thursday, July 23, 2009

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About Mongolia

B.reed gedeg zaluugiin blogoos huulav.

source: http://manvsmandarin.blogspot.com/

About Author

B. REED

NEW HAVEN, CT, UNITED STATES

TUESDAY, JULY 21, 2009

WHO PUT THIS CORN ON MY PIZZA?! and other Mongolian oddities

For those of you that happen to read this, it's becoming clear that I post about as often as I floss.

And for those of you that happen to be Dr. Tom Hathorn DDS, it's becoming clear that I lie about how much I floss about as often as I get my teeth cleaned.

Regardless, the following post is a list of the wonderful experiences I've had while trying to secure the same lifestyle I maintain in America, naively trying to make a system much larger than I can possibly ever fathom conform to the exact specifications of one person.

1) WHERE'S MY SHAVING CREAM?

So as it turns out, Mongolians don't use shaving cream. Go figure. Dry shaving and soap, my friends. I've been all over. Super markets. Gas stations. The State Department store (which specializes in imports). Grocery stores. Barber shops.

The best I've found are tiny Gillette containers that come free with nice razors. For a while, I entertained the notion of buying 14 new razors just for the shaving cream, but the thought of throwing away that many razors bothered me too much, so I held out. Fortunately, my friend Mr. Falt had mailed himself some from America and hooked me up. I immediately shaved off the weird looking thick goatee that had developed (thanks for the genes, Dad), and felt the smooth skin of my face with an appreciation that Tiny Tim must have felt when he discovered he could walk without crutches again.

2) NO SIR, WE DON'T SERVE VANILLA MILKSHAKES.

So check this out: There is no McDonald's here. Word on the street is that McDonald's doesn't think they would have enough locations successful in Mongolia to make hiring management profitable, so they won't franchise out here. HOWEVER, they sell all of their materials from China out to a Mongolian company called Big Burger (yea, I know I can't imagine how long it took their board of directors to come up with such a creative name, right?) which repackages all the food and sells it here in Mongolia.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't usually eat at Big Burger. I usually graciously accept whatever weird nonsense that passes for food here is handed to me and eat it like a champ, with a smile on my face and a look that says, "I appreciate your culture and that you are sharing it with me."

But sometimes, I just can't live the lie any longer, and I need a satisfaction that only fried potatoes and grilled beef can give a man (and yes, by "satisfaction", I do mean "life-shortening effect").

The other day, however, I was deeply saddened to see that the milkshake menu included only two flavor choices, neither of which are industry standard. Banana and Strawberry. Now, let's face it, only the weirdos and your little brother get Strawberry flavored milkshakes, and banana doesn't even enter the picture. Real people get vanilla or chocolate.

So I asked. Where art thou vanilla?

No vanilla. No chocolate. I immediately understood. It must be premixed and come in big bags that are frozen and ejected in streams by the machines. I worked at Sonic long enough in high school to know how that works, so I passed on the milkshake and got a Coke.

BUT I WAS DECEIVED...for while waiting in line for my fries, I noticed another customer order a strawberry shake, and out of boredom watched them make it. They started with scoops of vanilla. Added the strawberry. Added the ice. And mixed it. They also had chocolate syrup on hand for the sundae's, which means they could definitely make either chocolate or vanilla shakes.

"Wait, can you make a vanilla shake?" (This was all translated, btw (recursive parenthesis: btw is "by the way" for all of you people that actually have lives).) <--(Some people forget the second parenthesis when they put one inside another. I never forget. Thank you, Matlab. Nerd joke for all my engineering/compsci friends out there. For the rest of you, I'll get back to the writing now.)

"No, we can't."

"What if I order a strawberry milkshake and you just leave out the strawberry?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I want just the vanilla."

"We don't make vanilla."

Conversation clearly becoming cyclical here. I realize I would be better suited to just order a strawberry and stop them from adding it myself. I do that. It results in mass confusion and hysteria, and although I got the vanilla milkshake out of it, the workers seemed like they needed a few therapy sessions to recover from the damage of having to make a strawberry shake without strawberries. Next time, I'm going to go for the big chocolate shake, but I don't want to push people too far in one week. They need time to adjust to this new way of thinking about shakes.

3)WHO PUT THIS CORN ON MY PIZZA?

And the one you've all been waiting for.

Sometimes I get a hankering for food that doesn't exist here. Which is really easy to do, of course, because:

The Mongolian diet is 98% cow. The Mongolians use cow for everything. Food. Toothpaste. Glue. Wallpaper. Etc.

It's like George Washington Carver with his peanuts, but these people have beaten his usage count by about 2 million. (For those of you that just googled G.W Carver and subsequently got lost on his Wikipedia page, I salute you.)

Fresh fruit and vegetables are expensive and hard to find here, because a lot of it has to be imported. As a result, apples actually cost twice as much here as in the states, which is crazy, because the average wage here is about a twentieth of the average in the states. As a result, people have found a lot of different ways to cook beef, and there really aren't very many vegetarians here. (I also wish to note that there are very many Indians here, either, ahha. Eh. Alright, that wasn't very funny.)

Besides the veggie problem, because dockspace is non-existent here, no fresh fish is available, and it has to be shipped in from other locations. As a result, I'm really not exaggerating when I say that beef is what's for dinner.

The other day, it occurred to me that I hadn't had a good pizza in ages, so I stopped by a place called MR. PIZZA. (There is also a MR. CHICKEN and a MR. FISH SET (whatever that means) and also a MR. CHICKEN AND FISH SET, which makes me wonder why there isn't a MR. PIZZA AND CHICKEN, and other permutations, although I suspect pizza and chicken don't compliment each other as well as chicken and fish).

Anyway, I'm repeating this name in my head and looking at the menu images of these big fat New Yorker style pizzas, salivating over the cheesy goodness that will soon be mine.

Of course, my imagination escalates as their oven heats up, and by the time my pizza box rolls around, I look like that furry creature on the Honey Comb commercials. I rip open the box, only to find:

SOMEONE PUT CORN ON MY PEPPERONI PIZZA. And now comes the dirty part, the part that will make your stomach drop out and your legs weak. They didn't put on any tomato sauce. It's just bread and cheese and corn. And rice. That's a New York pizza in Mongolia.

This is a place that calls themselves MR. PIZZA, and they don't have tomato sauce. I even asked for some on the side to dip it in. None.

And yea, you're right. I should have known. I should have known tomatoes were too expensive. I should have known the images were from the internet and pasted carelessly on their menus for decorative purposes. I should have known.

So this is the part of the blog where I lay aside the humor and get down to what this all makes me think about:

There's a reason American culture lends itself to globalization; it was created globally and perfected in an environment where only the most desired elements survived. Fast food is terrible for our health, but it's catchy because we all like it. And sex sells, but all of us are making it sell when we by products marketed that way. We can write books all day about the way technology is changing the world and blah blah blah, but we're all driving that change piece by piece, because we like it, and it helps us stay productive.

In other words, there are a lot of bad parts of American culture, but also a lot of good parts. Sometimes people come to our country looking for the good parts and instead they find only the bad parts, and then they get all confused and drop out of the culture (parents that only want their kids to only marry within their ethnic group, etc.). But the thing is, you gotta accept the good with the bad. American cities are violent, but American cities are free. American culture is irreverent towards old ways of thinking, but American culture is dynamic and ready to accept new ideas. At some point in time, everyone has something to complain about, but for the most part, we are fortunate to live in a country where most of the stuff we complain about is small change compared to the problems in other countries.

One day, our culture will be the world's culture. As communication shrinks the world, and economic interactions drive increased connections, culture merge is going to occur more frequently. Nevermind the language barriers. Computers will translate live for us. Technologies we can't even imagine. And then we will have this strange uni-culture with little resistance pockets that hold on for specific reasons (the future-Amish). And that uni-culture is going to be something like America's, one that takes pieces from every place, selects out the best (or most desired) elements, and throws away the ones that don't work for people. This is probably the closest to peace we will ever come as humans, and I regret that I won't live to see it happen.

(If you don't believe me on this one, you need to fly to another country and ask the locals how things have changed in the last ten years, and then think about what another two thousand will do. It's hard to imagine, but it's already happening and very real.)

And yet, as much as I like American culture and imagining all the benefits future uni-culture will bring...there is still something to be said for under-development. As the Mongolian economy develops, the people will incrementally come to rely on cow significantly less. While in the end I know this is good for their health and lifestyle, I can't help but feel that something is lost in the mix-down, although I can't put my finger on it. ...It's not diversity loss I'm concerned with; variety will be abundant in the uni-culture, too, I'm sure.

It's more of the appreciation that scarcity gives a man.

Like something to do with the way the things we don't have lend meaning to the things we do.

And to be honest with you, my pizza wasn't so bad.

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Million $ Questionnaire

WHAT WAS YOUR:
1. last beverage: coffee
2. last phone call: mom
3. last text message: a friend, Tengis
4. last song you listened to: mmmm, you were my everything by aviation ...
5. last time you cried: year and a half ago or so

HAVE YOU EVER:
6. dated someone twice: yes sir
7. been cheated on: nope
8. kissed someone & regretted it: absolutely
9. lost someone special: yes
10. been depressed: yes
11. been drunk and threw up: ha, sure

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:
12. Black
13. White
14. Brown

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)
15. Made a new friend: yes
16. Fallen out of love: no way
17. Laughed until you cried: no
18. Met someone who changed you: i think yes
19. Found out who your true friends were: no
20. Found out someone was talking about you: no
21. Kissed anyone on your fb friend's list: yeah...

GENERAL:
22. How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life: fairly decent amount
24. Do you have any pets? not yet
25. Do you want to change your name: hell why?
26. What did you do for your last birthday: got food poisoning, threw up & almost died
27. What time did you wake up today: 11ish
28. What were you doing at midnight last night: playing canasta(card game)
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: get the hell out of school
30. Last time you saw your Mother: a few minutes ago
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish... i could sing better
32. What are you listening to right now: car honking
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: a couple of times
34. What's getting on your nerves right now: waiting for someone to text me back
35. Most visited webpage: facebook.com
37. Nicknames: ehhh, avraga
38. Relationship Status: single as a piece of match in a box
39. Zodiac sign: Taurus
40. Male or female: male
41. Elementary: Hobby/Simmons school of San Jose/Sant
42. Middle School: Sant
43. High School: Sant
44. Hair colour: dark as fuck
45. Long or short: long
46. Height: 5-10 ish
47. Do you have a crush on someone: always
48. What do you like about yourself: ability to criticize myself
49. Piercings: nope
50. Tattoos: someday, yes
51. Righty or lefty: right right right

FIRSTS :
52. First crush: when I was in 3rd grade/forgot her name, she was a blode girl/
53. First piercing: n/a
54. First best friend: unu/tsek
55. First sport you joined: basketball
56. First vacation: idk
58. First car: nissan terrano

RIGHT NOW:
59. Eating: ehhh, nothing
60. Drinking: nothing
61. I'm about to: go to dinner
62. Listening to: children playing outside
63. Waiting for: to finish this questionnaire

YOUR FUTURE :
64. Want kids?: yep, a lot
65. Get Married?: hell yeah, but after a few years
66. Career?: ahhh, entrepreneur

WHICH IS BETTER :
67. Lips or eyes: eyes
68. Hugs or kisses: warm hugs
69. Shorter or taller: taller
70. Older or Younger: younger
71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic
72. Nice stomach or nice arms: stomach
73. Sensitive or loud: sensitive
74. Hook-up or relationship: not sure @ the moment
75. Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker hell yeah

HAVE YOU EVER :
76. Kissed a stranger: yes
77. Drank hard liquor: obviously
78. Lost glasses/contacts: sun-glasses
79. Sex on first date: yes
80. Broken someone's heart: maybe
81. Had your own heart broken: multiple times
82. Been arrested: not yet
83. Turned someone down: yes
84. Cried when someone died: yes
85. Fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
86. Yourself: always
87. Miracles: why not
88. Love at first sight: 100% yes
89. Heaven: nope
90. Santa Claus: who doesn't
91. Kiss on the first date: we'll see
92. Angels: no no

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
93. Had more than one bf/gf?: yes
95. Did you sing today: yep
96. Ever cheated on somebody?: no
97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why?: that wouldn't happen
98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: the day that i first saw her
99. Are you afraid of falling in love with somebody else?: yeah
100. Posting this as 100 truths?: waste of my time

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