After a satisfying blueberry pie at Momo, I dropped by 7-Eleven, that convenience store at the corner of Orosa and Pedro Gil, studded with bright fluorescent lights that should scare the shadows out of anyone's faces. As usual, the two heavy doors greeted me in the usual drab and boring fashion. This time, it became more uninspired as I noticed a note taped to the glass door. I quickly dismissed the note as unimportant and proceeded to look for the desired junkfood pack.

And I pushed with all my weight in one hand against one door. A cashier guy outside remarks that the door is closed. I try the other one, this time with all the forces of the hunger-crazed hibernating Buddha inside of me. I pushed with significant force, a force that could move an immovable rock if a rock were to exist such that this sentence would not be rendered paradoxical and senseless. What happened next was that there was no expected door movement. Instead, I just stood there, a stick figure leaning against the clear glass doors of the convenience store.

I finally unraveled the mystery of the existence of door locks in 7-Eleven doors when in fact they swear by their corporate asses that they serve people 24-7, which implies that they are unneeded because the store would never close (unless you find a day with 25 hours somewhere in the 2009 calendar, or a week with 8 days in it). The reason they need to have locks (well, at least one of the reasons...) is that they occassionally have to coat the store with pesticidal mist to rid the store of unwanted organisms. :D

This revelation filled me with so much joy that I started belching perfectly spherical bubbles at each vowel sound I make. (The previous sentence is supposed to be a pun on Joy/joy but I discovered upon thorough review that the pun would have worked better (best case scenario is that it should induce even the most minimal intended effect -- a single appreciative haha perhaps).

But then again, maybe I'm just sleepy and I want to sleep but opt not to due to the Bio quiz I haven't prepared for. So disregard my entry for the night. Take it as something I did while I was half-asleep, half-studying, half-rattling away on the keyboard at 1:58 in the morning.

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