For my unborn children’s sake, she, the lady, should have a smart mother and she should be as smart. She must have grey or pale green eyes, alabaster skin and thick bones to support body mass. She should either be a dark-haired Russian, a red head French, a curly-haired Italian brunette, an auburn-haired Romanian, a typical German blonde with sharp features or a blue-haired Spanish. It would be a perfect mix. Our children will be a work of art.

The boy will be smart because of his mother and grandmother. He will be inheriting his mother’s bone structure and he will be tall and big. He will have a smile like mine, wide with shiny white teeth accented with sharp pale eyes. His skin will be a mix of my eternally tan skin and his mother’s alabaster and he would have hair like mine, so black that it appears to be blue. The girl will surely be smart because of me and her mother side genetics. She will never worry about her figure, she will have my fast metabolism, thin bones and small body structure. Her perfect smile will be beautiful on her big round pulsing eyes. She will be gorgeous, with her small frames and European proportions. Her hair would always fall gently down her shoulders, auburn or red hair on alabaster skin. And we would live in nice little house with a beautiful garden.

Lesson learned: next time I exert an effort, it would be for The Proper Lady who can be my wife. Not some girl who I happen to be fond of. My unborn children are at stake.

"Aunt was right, you do not know how Those Foreigners think and it will do you good to play it safe and keep your distance with them, because in the end they are nothing but headaches."

—Lessons from Living in a Bubble

She passed by the apartment last night, asking for a jump rope buddy. Unfortunately, my workout is done and my enthusiasm and all my affections for Her are gone. What interest does jump roping with Her hold for me? It is amazing how apathy changes you and the way you perceive a person!


Again, She is mad at me. Fortunately, this time, Her anger has grounds. It was my mistake. Yes, I must admit that I said all those things to one of our friends [or maybe not a friend but a "close acquaintance"] and Her other housemates overheard the conversation that She is emotionally unstable, a brat and I need to manage her moods. But hey, that is Her. Why should I care? Words are wind and could not be undone, there is no way to salvage the situation. She started Her blight a few weeks ago and it has been a downward spiral between the two of us ever since. It will not be fixed, and she will be leaving the country soon. I do not know what is worst, feeling nothing like before or just letting her walk out with a grudge. Either way, I could not care and I do not even know why.