HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY MOTHERLAND

Happy birthday to you too, Faith!

Oh, happy teachers’ day too! Considering how many of my friends fall victim to the eduction line… muahahaha…

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I do have some troubles sleeping these days, cos I tend to doze off unexpectedly, waking up at odd hours, and then unable to sleep at normal hours.

Like this morning, I tossed and turned till 7am, woke up at 10am, just because I drifted off into a long nap last night.

No good, no good.

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With the weather like this, I don’t feel like heading anywhere these days.

Yes, I mean the gloom out there, not in here.

I am pleased to announce that I have(or going to. After this post anyway) finished ALL seasons of CSI.

Lame sense of achievement I know.

I couldn’t find my CSI Miami season 1 in RMVB(shorter download time, you see), so I am going to make do with Click as my entertainment tonight. I am not a pirate.

Watching serials are therapeutic, and I(and possibly the other one, too) am beginning to pick up the American accent.

Interestingly, one of the nights when we girlies were conversing on the 3-way line, Chrissy was saying that there was this repeat episode of CSI Miami on Channel 5.

VampTreSS switched in on and said, ‘Oh yeah, I saw this before. The one the woman was raped yuh?’

‘Yup,’ quipped Chrissy, ‘the one where the body was badly mutilated.’

I didn’t make out which episode it was, and switched it on, ‘Oh! This was the one when he eventually found out he killed his own father, and he asked his mum why didn’t she tell him he was in fact the father.’

We laughed at our perspective of the episode, because it was such a terrific and real reflection of what elements of the show that caught us.

And it kinda reflected our true personalities as well.

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I think I am becoming much more shorter-fused these days and my tolerance level for people is dipping to a new low.

I hope this aggressiveness is not an offspring of my perception of strength.

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September is here. And the countdown to December begins.

Every year, I would say how much I adore December, and how I feel.. different in December.

Yes, I love December, and I had always looked forward to it.

This year, I know not so.

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I had wanted to head out yesterday evening for an appointment.

Alas, the wind started howling, the rain started pouring and the sky, started storming.

Well done.

I knew I couldn’t miss it, since the appointment to meet this young lady was postponed from Monday, and I wouldn’t know when would be the next best slot to meet up with her.

And what is the next best thing that could happen?

I could find no umbrella in my house.

Hurhurhur.

So what did I do?

I pulled on a jacket, and stepped into the grim weather, braving the rain and thunder, with water splashing onto my calves and thighs.

I couldn’t run, so I walked briskly to the back gate of my apartment in the rain, dodging funny glances thrown at me, and finally reached the sheltered walkway.

I waited 25 minutes for a darn feeder bus service, and the rain just kept pouring in from the sides(the seats were wet and I was getting sick from the standing), with the thunder-lightning show putting on a full display in close proximity.

I stood there, unflinched, unwavered, motionless.

It was a cold evening.

The 5 minutes trip was delayed simply because of the darn bus, and I stood there, almost laughing at the irony of the picture of a lonesome figure standing at the bus stop all alone… battered by rain, wind and her worst nemesis, thunder.

Pretty surreal actually.

I waited for a while despite that I was late for 10 minutes.

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When he came by the Sunday before, I hopped on the weighing machine and gasped at the readings.

“How much was it?”

“I ain’t saying!”

Panic.

“Why, 55.9kg huh?”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Uhm.. no?”

“Don’t bluff! Must be! See that look on your face!”

I didn’t say it was actually 56.8kg to save myself more mockery.

I am a whale! I could have crushed him in my sleep(oh, watching too much CSI).

And gee, my bad appetite these days(and less fatty food but more fruits and veggies) was evident on the weighing scales.

I am… 55.3kg.

Where did the 1.5kg go ah?

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The appointment went on pretty well, and not only me was tickled by the young lady’s restlessness. She couldn’t quite stay still and was animated throughout.

I tried to take a good look at her features, and the first thing that struck me was her full and ample lips. Not sure if it was a result of the water-soaked wrinkles that gave it a fuller texture though.

I remember hanging out with Ted just last Sunday and he said how Saggitarius are heartbreakers.

Hahaha, this lady is one hellava potential heartbreaker man.

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I headed home after dinner, doing some bank transfer, and feeling better.

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Tuesday night, I received a call, and 2 smses. Timely. Just coincidence that all came in at the same time.

Honestly, if not for the recent chain of events, I don’t think my affinity with these 3 males would be brought on that far.

And they are friends who greatly touched me though I have no idea how to express it in a less mushy manner.

One, who has been feeling down, and yet checks on me ever so regularly.

Another one, going through a turbulent phase of his, called me up to offer to deliver a gift to my place.

I swear I was almost in tears after that phone call okay?

Another one, messaged me from a foreign country just to make sure I am coping alright.

Like I said, I have built up so much debts that I might never repay.

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Alrighty, back to my CSI marathon and I will try to blog more later tonight.

Ciao.