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What I Hated the Least Today 79/365: Hangouts

I enjoy hanging out at home with the cat. The cat loves it too, but much like me, she would never admit that she loves something. It’s clear though that we hate each other the least. My cat and my fellow stick figure drawing practitioner Raili inspired me to another attempted art today. It shows the deep existentialist

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What I Hated the Least Today 71/365: Howl

The news of spring have been grossly exaggerated. We’ve had howling wind, horizontal sleet and slush floods these days. When I daringly ventured out to take rubbish to the bin, I couldn’t decide which cause of death was most likely to meet me: being blown away, pierced by the whirling hail or drowning in a

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What I Hated the Least Today 64/365: Routine

As with most things, I have a love and hate relationship with routine. I like to claim that I’m unpredictable, but I’m so transparent that even my cat, who is known to be cute but dumb, sees me through. The cat shares my predicament. I’m sure she is convinced that she’s being smart always when

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What I Hated the Least Today 58/365: Presentable

I spent the entire Sunday making myself presentable for my first appearance at my web development requalification course the next day. I painted my nails (including toes so they look nice in the snow boots), plucked my eyebrows (those which choose to grow elsewhere than in the traditional eyebrow region), applied and unapplied warpaint (aka facial

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What I Hated the Least Today 54/365: Award!

I’ve done my share of blogging awards and abandoned them when the attractiveness of the concept wore off for me. Today, though, I was nominated for what is not an ordinary award but a personalised challenge. It’s called the Dedicated Blogger Award, kindly passed on to me by my much appreciated blogging friend Soul Gifts.

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What I Hated the Least Today 40/365: Muscles

I have abs. They can be neither seen nor felt, but now I know I have them, hiding in the jelly of my belly. I know because I pulled a muscle in my stomach when practising yoga. You’d be surprised that I can effectively cripple myself even when doing something as harmless as yoga. Currently

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