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Whew. Finally, after almost 2 weeks, the fashion section on the webbie is done. Now for the Personal section. Suddenly glad that I had some training in web design back in school.

A few weeks ago, I had to cover this 21st birthday bash. The girl's an athlete, so are most of her friends. So her mom was asking me repeatedly if I played any sports in school, and I thought for a bit and replied no, I don't. For a second and a half she looked at me funny.

For a second and a half there, I imagined her thinking, oh one of those who prefers to be comfortable, easily contented.

For the next second, I considered telling her that I played computer games competitively.

Then thought better of it.

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Let's play pool. Sorry, I don't play pool. Nor basketball. Nor soccer. Nor badminton. I don't even know how to gamble.

I used to spend a gazillion hours behind a screen perfecting combos and strategies and whatever. Took part in competitions.

Blah.

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