Thursday, June 07, 2007

Finally Meetings, Incentives, Conventions & Exhibitions (MICE) project is over. It's time to really rest and sleep. I haven't not been getting enough sleep lately and I think that I'm getting a little bit sick because of that.Nothing serious though, just a little bit of flu, cough, sore throat and fever. I think that I need to drink my 'yu gan you'.

My memory is getting worse as well. It's hereditary I tell you. I can't help it because I've my Dad's genes, you see. Forgetting stuff and etc. My Sis has inherited that. I guess I'm next to go.

I heard the FM 933 just now about a story quite romantic and sad. It was about this guy and girl. They liked each other. I didn't really listen to the story until I heard the part about an accident and I thought that it as a ghost story. Then I increased the volume.

The girl was kind of angry with the guy, which I didn't hear what was the reason. The guy kept calling the girl. At 12am, 12. 10am, 12.30am and finally 12.40am, which was the last call. The girl rejected numerous calls from this guy.

The guy was worried and dashed off to the girl's house. Then the guy met with an accident while on the way to the girl's house. The hospital called the guy's mother to check the body/corpse. The mother told the girl about it and she immediately went to see him. Of course she was sad. The mother passed to the girl the guy's wallet, phone and watch.

The phone was stained with blood. The girl noticed that the watch stopped at 12.35am, which was when the accident occured. Then she realised that the guy took his last breath to call the girl at 12.40am. The girl was sad.

Maybe I should write about "Please repost this in 1 hour or else..."

Okay. Sorry.

Maybe the guy's watch was 5 minutes faster.

Okay. Sorry.

Busy busy busy.

Did project till 3 after midnight.

Practise guitar early in the morning.

Guitar lesson in the afternoon.

Then project till evening.

And shopping till late at night.

Sometimes it’s scary to be jogging alone at night. This does not apply to me because I’m very man.

A few days ago, just before midnight, I was jogging near my house. While I was jogging, I saw something lying ahead of me. It was quite huge, with red patches on it. As I was short-sighted, I couldn’t really see what it was. I tried squinting my eyes to see what it was. As I got nearer, I had the shock of my life.

I felt uneasy and uncomfortable. Maybe my animal instincts were telling me that I shouldn’t go jogging that day. It was like how the animals reacted just before the tsunami came. They could feel that something was coming their way. However, they didn’t know what it was and they couldn’t describe it.

I ignored the omens and continued to put on my socks and shoes. Then my keys dropped while I was opening the door. I knew that something wasn’t right. My animal instincts were acting up again.

I began my jogging routine shortly after locking up the doors.

The thing. It was staring hard at me, like as if looking for revenge. Yet, it was smiling, as though I was its friend.

It was a doll actually. I guessed that someone accidentally threw it off the building. It was really scary. The doll was looking up at the residents above, as if trying to find its next victim or the person who threw it off after having a new doll.

I wasn’t afraid of it because I’m manly.