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It’s somehow ironic how much I hated Math (the feeling would have been mutual if only Math can state it.) and yet recently, I discover myself unusually fond of numbers- just the ‘counting’ part at least. Maybe it’s a different kind of Math?

Counting is a habit I find unbelievably hard to avoid. It’s strange. Perhaps Math really is important after all!

I wouldn’t miss counting my snooze minutes in the morning, although it never really changes. It’s always 9 minutes snooze until I get up.

The minutes until a vacant cab would pass by the condo. (this varies everyday)

The whole travel time from the minute I got in the cab until I got off. (this too, varies everyday)

In the afternoon going home, I count how many people are in line for the FX until it's my turn.

I’d unconsciously count my toothbrush strokes while at it. (sadly, no hair combing a hundred strokes - that would’ve helped keeping my hair healthy kahit pano)

The seconds until I feel it’s okay for me to stop rinsing my hands off the soap while washing in the sink.

The miles I push myself to run on the treadmill.

The seconds I can tuck my stomach in while desperately aiming to prolong a yoga position. (i often fail here)

I sincerely wish I can make myself count the seconds til it’s fine to swallow. I don’t chew much while eating, it’s hazardous.

The cancer sticks I smoke in a day.

At maraming marami pang iba.

I also enjoy counting money. Whether it’s about to be spent, or to be saved. Oftentimes, it’s the former. Inevitable.

And here are other things I’ve been counting down to:

A movie premiere.

A soundtrack coming out.

My 22nd birthday.

Hong Kong trip with my best friends.

Pay day.

Summer.

And then there are things I just wish I could just lose count of...

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Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)
You are, you are

Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)

You are [x6]
And nothing else compares
Oh no nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are [continues in background]
Home, home, where I wanted to go [x4]

- Clocks, Coldplay

FYI, this song is not related to the entry above, I just like this remix. :P