Slammy

I found a way to flatten my tummy. You just have to sleep in a prone position so the tummy goes in. It is not Voodoo science. It had worked before — my right cheek was bulging. Then I slept with my right side of the face pressed against the pillow/bed and the cheek came back in shape.

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Honestly I am bored of reading about Nadal’s triumph on clay at the French Open. Yeah, he is great, he is supreme. He says he is injured and makes statements like any match could be his last. There is no trace that he was injured or that he was going to fade away any time soon nor do I want him to. It has kind of become “crying wolf”. He wins everything at the French Open. There is no competition. That has taken away the unpredictability of the game for me and for zillions of fans of anyone other than Nadal.

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I pray to God that I be able to travel for next 11 years till God’s creation reaches 18 years of age. I will be 47 years old then. That would be my life’s wish — to be a part of T’s life till she grows up.

When I was going to drop off T, I felt she is a lot of work. She may be but each bit of it is more than worth it. In the alternate universe, I would have sat at home and become a couch potato. Now I at least get to walk. Amen.

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Slammy

Slammy

A hobbyist of writing who has a flair for reading and is agitating to author a book.