Friday, November 25, 2005
I kid you not!
Somebody asked me whether I liked children...
Of course I do!
Kids are cute and fun and cuddly, and nice to hold and to squeeze. What's there not to like? Anyway, I've compiled a list of why I like little kiddies...
- I like the fact that it's so easy to make children laugh. Even if I'm only doing a stupid ugly monkey face, or merely acting the clown, their ready laughter makes me feel like I'm accomplished some great act. By the way, have you noticed most children laugh really funnily (funny-weird as well as in funny-haha). They all sound like gurgling bubbling brooks. (If you don't know what that sounds like, tilt a full glass of water into your mouth and gargle, and laugh at the same time. That's what a gurgling bubbling brook sounds like, stoopid!)
- They are small enough to fit into anything - the washing maching receptacle, the wastepaper basket, cupboards, under the table... The reason why I know is obviously because I've tried. Don't worry, it's all just props used for our harmless games. Like putting the kid into a wastepaper basket and have her pretend she's Cinderella and the basket's her maginificent carriage, and I'm her horse obviously. The cupboard was just to see whether the kid's afraid of the dark. And I have no good explanation for why I put them in the washing machine and under the table. Anyway, I'm convinced I can fit a small-sized kid into the refrigerator, for when the weather's too hot, and they want to cool down.
- They're so stupid that they believe everything you say. When I was a kid, I used to believe the tallest stories thatmy mother made up to made me do what she wants. (Yes, I know I'm stoopid that's why?!) Anyway, I've done my fair-share of putting strange ideas into children's heads and traumatising their otherwise very boring childhood. The classics are: small men living inside ATM / radios / television sets whose sole purpose in their minute lives are to dispense money / talk and sing / act movies for the pleasure of us normal sized folks. Obviously, I've concocted quite a few of my own stories as well, but I'm not telling any of you! I shall compile them into a book, and make you people buy it, and make millions from it instead! I'll be rich! *Evil laugh*
- 2 words: free labour. If you're ingenious enough to come up with games to suit your own purposes, which I obviously am, you can get the kids to do anything for you, and it's all free! In the morning, they help me fetch peanut butter and milk from the fridge. Sometimes I make them give me massages. Or they help to blow up balloons for my party. And they clean my floors for me by rolling all over it, in their clean clothes! (I really should wet their clothes with floor detergent for cleaner and sparkling floors!)
- Kids help with muscle definition, and stamina and strength development as well. Try playing hide and seek, or MONSTER! with them, and you'll find yourself sweating buckets as you run all over the place, up and down the stairs, and crawling under beds as well! (For the uninitiated, MONSTER! is a game where I'm obviously the wicked ugly monster that eats up children, and the kids have to make sure they don't fall into my evil clutches. The game can be re-named DINOSAUR! as well. It really depends whether you feel like a monster or a dinosaur that day.)
Another game to play is to hold them by their hands (They have to be short enough!), and then you swing them around and around in circles. (The physics behind this is Centripetal Force.) Obviously, once is not enough for the kid, and when there're more than 1 kid involved, you'll find yourself dizzy and with aching arms after swinging 5 children around times 10 times each. (I think you can call this game OUCH!)
And when you play with boys, they will insist on pretending that you're a tree and they're monkeys, and attempt to climb up you. Try having 2 'monkeys' on you, and let me know how that feels... Do try it, it's fun.
Kids are a bundle of joy, even if they ask too many "why?" questions and talk too much, and frequently cry and puke all over your clothes. If I can afford it and am not so afraid of pain, I don't mind having at least 7 kids. But I think not, I'm too chicken. I'll just stick with borrowing my friends' kids to play with. At least, when they start getting irritating or they start crying, I can drop them like a hot potato, threw them back to their parents and head for the EXIT!
Of course I do!
Kids are cute and fun and cuddly, and nice to hold and to squeeze. What's there not to like? Anyway, I've compiled a list of why I like little kiddies...
- I like the fact that it's so easy to make children laugh. Even if I'm only doing a stupid ugly monkey face, or merely acting the clown, their ready laughter makes me feel like I'm accomplished some great act. By the way, have you noticed most children laugh really funnily (funny-weird as well as in funny-haha). They all sound like gurgling bubbling brooks. (If you don't know what that sounds like, tilt a full glass of water into your mouth and gargle, and laugh at the same time. That's what a gurgling bubbling brook sounds like, stoopid!)
- They are small enough to fit into anything - the washing maching receptacle, the wastepaper basket, cupboards, under the table... The reason why I know is obviously because I've tried. Don't worry, it's all just props used for our harmless games. Like putting the kid into a wastepaper basket and have her pretend she's Cinderella and the basket's her maginificent carriage, and I'm her horse obviously. The cupboard was just to see whether the kid's afraid of the dark. And I have no good explanation for why I put them in the washing machine and under the table. Anyway, I'm convinced I can fit a small-sized kid into the refrigerator, for when the weather's too hot, and they want to cool down.
- They're so stupid that they believe everything you say. When I was a kid, I used to believe the tallest stories thatmy mother made up to made me do what she wants. (Yes, I know I'm stoopid that's why?!) Anyway, I've done my fair-share of putting strange ideas into children's heads and traumatising their otherwise very boring childhood. The classics are: small men living inside ATM / radios / television sets whose sole purpose in their minute lives are to dispense money / talk and sing / act movies for the pleasure of us normal sized folks. Obviously, I've concocted quite a few of my own stories as well, but I'm not telling any of you! I shall compile them into a book, and make you people buy it, and make millions from it instead! I'll be rich! *Evil laugh*
- 2 words: free labour. If you're ingenious enough to come up with games to suit your own purposes, which I obviously am, you can get the kids to do anything for you, and it's all free! In the morning, they help me fetch peanut butter and milk from the fridge. Sometimes I make them give me massages. Or they help to blow up balloons for my party. And they clean my floors for me by rolling all over it, in their clean clothes! (I really should wet their clothes with floor detergent for cleaner and sparkling floors!)
- Kids help with muscle definition, and stamina and strength development as well. Try playing hide and seek, or MONSTER! with them, and you'll find yourself sweating buckets as you run all over the place, up and down the stairs, and crawling under beds as well! (For the uninitiated, MONSTER! is a game where I'm obviously the wicked ugly monster that eats up children, and the kids have to make sure they don't fall into my evil clutches. The game can be re-named DINOSAUR! as well. It really depends whether you feel like a monster or a dinosaur that day.)
Another game to play is to hold them by their hands (They have to be short enough!), and then you swing them around and around in circles. (The physics behind this is Centripetal Force.) Obviously, once is not enough for the kid, and when there're more than 1 kid involved, you'll find yourself dizzy and with aching arms after swinging 5 children around times 10 times each. (I think you can call this game OUCH!)
And when you play with boys, they will insist on pretending that you're a tree and they're monkeys, and attempt to climb up you. Try having 2 'monkeys' on you, and let me know how that feels... Do try it, it's fun.
Kids are a bundle of joy, even if they ask too many "why?" questions and talk too much, and frequently cry and puke all over your clothes. If I can afford it and am not so afraid of pain, I don't mind having at least 7 kids. But I think not, I'm too chicken. I'll just stick with borrowing my friends' kids to play with. At least, when they start getting irritating or they start crying, I can drop them like a hot potato, threw them back to their parents and head for the EXIT!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Couch Traveller
I am an avid traveller. So far, I've been to, in no particular order, Italy, Greece, Mongolia, China, Greenland, Middle East, Australia, New Zealand, Russia, Alaska, Morocco, Vienna, Japan..and loads more palces with unpronounceable names - all from the comfort of my living room couch!
(Hahah! I'm such a cheat aren't I?)
Yes yes yes I've been travelling the world with the Globe Trekker travellers, and I even have my favourite Globe trekkers. Ian Wright is just so hilariously rubbery-faced. And Megan McCormick is just such a sweet lass that I warmed to her immediately.
Whenever I watch Ian and Megan, my wanderlust just starts to kick in big time! I just wish I was like them, travelling around the world and eating strange disgusting creatures, and sleeping in weird motels and getting lost.
I've always liked slightly more unplanned holidays - where I have the time to wander off the well-worn paths to the off-beaten tracks, and get well and truly lost. I love getting lost! But I've never had the chance to do that. Because the friends that I go on holiday with are well-planned and organised (unlike me!), and know exactly what they should be doing at any time of any day! (So boring!)
I hating visiting the places that tourists like going to. I want to do and see the 'ordinary' things that the locals do! And I guess that's why I love about Globe Trekker; they do the most amazing things on their travels that I'll probably won't get the chance to experience, even if I go the the same place. Knowing how my organised friends are, they'll probably pack me unto a pre-arranged tour with loads of other well-coifed tourists who don't want to get their swanky white capris dirty! (Come on, who wears white capris when they're travelling?! Stay at home in your posh hotel rooms for goodness sakes!)
So far, my holidays abroad have not been as interesting and as much of an eye-opener that I've hoped they'll be. I have no idea how to go about planning a holiday that I will enjoy really. How does one go about planning for a holiday that is spontaneous and fun and unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary?! How does one plan to get lost?! I guess the best thing I could do for myself the next time I go on holiday, is just to not plan at all! Hahaa!
Sigh! Anyway, until I can get that figured out, I guess I'll just have to stay on my couch, and turn on Globe Trekkers and watch Ian and Megan do their thing.
*Sulk*
(Hahah! I'm such a cheat aren't I?)
Yes yes yes I've been travelling the world with the Globe Trekker travellers, and I even have my favourite Globe trekkers. Ian Wright is just so hilariously rubbery-faced. And Megan McCormick is just such a sweet lass that I warmed to her immediately.
Whenever I watch Ian and Megan, my wanderlust just starts to kick in big time! I just wish I was like them, travelling around the world and eating strange disgusting creatures, and sleeping in weird motels and getting lost.
I've always liked slightly more unplanned holidays - where I have the time to wander off the well-worn paths to the off-beaten tracks, and get well and truly lost. I love getting lost! But I've never had the chance to do that. Because the friends that I go on holiday with are well-planned and organised (unlike me!), and know exactly what they should be doing at any time of any day! (So boring!)
I hating visiting the places that tourists like going to. I want to do and see the 'ordinary' things that the locals do! And I guess that's why I love about Globe Trekker; they do the most amazing things on their travels that I'll probably won't get the chance to experience, even if I go the the same place. Knowing how my organised friends are, they'll probably pack me unto a pre-arranged tour with loads of other well-coifed tourists who don't want to get their swanky white capris dirty! (Come on, who wears white capris when they're travelling?! Stay at home in your posh hotel rooms for goodness sakes!)
So far, my holidays abroad have not been as interesting and as much of an eye-opener that I've hoped they'll be. I have no idea how to go about planning a holiday that I will enjoy really. How does one go about planning for a holiday that is spontaneous and fun and unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary?! How does one plan to get lost?! I guess the best thing I could do for myself the next time I go on holiday, is just to not plan at all! Hahaa!
Sigh! Anyway, until I can get that figured out, I guess I'll just have to stay on my couch, and turn on Globe Trekkers and watch Ian and Megan do their thing.
*Sulk*
Pushing the Envelope
Check this out! The SR- Blackbirds!
The Blackbirds were developed in the 1960s (about 40 years ago!) as reconnaissance aircraft, and are still the fastest and highest flying aircraft around, even in this time and age of great technological advancements blah blah blah!
These supersonic babies can fly at, mark this, three times the speed of sound! In the event of a thunderstorm, the passengers of the plane can outfly the sound of thunder!
On the exterior, these wonders are coated with a special layer of black paint that is resistant up to 600 degrees (F) heat, and it also prevents detection by enemy radar.
I'm not sure why, but these babies drive up my body temperature. They are just so incredibly sexy!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Withdrawal Symptoms
The time has come, and the inevitable has happen. I was sort of waiting for this to happen actually...
I've come to a stage in my blogging where I'm actually averse to it.
When I set up the blog, my original intentions were to keep it matter-of-factly true to life, and most importantly, real. No masks, no subterfuge, no games, nothing. It's all real life, my life - the pure, unadulterated and the unabridged version of things happening in and around me, in my head and in my heart.
My friends who are my initial fans, have told me that my articles have been all of the following - inspiring, thought-provoking, sometimes just so funny, and at times, heart-wrenching even. I liked what I heard, and that was my inspiration to continue with my writing. It was my way of making a difference in the lives of people that I care about, in this horribly awry and warped world that we live in. I liked the thought that in my little way, I was planting seeds of hope, of love, funny seeds that could spout into trees of new life. For what is life otherwise? How do we continue living our normal work-laden, frustrated, and sometimes pathetic lives without seeds of hope inside our hearts? There had to be more than the reason of merely surviving for real living you see.
I don't know at what point that my articles changed. Although barely perceptible at first glance, the change did take place, slowly but surely. It's like drawing a straight line; a line that is merely 0.0001 degrees awry, when extropolated could result in a big deviation from the straight and normal. I discovered that my writing recently has been more flippant than amusing. I have unwittingly slipped into the mode of hitting out at the world and the people around me. I seemed to have slipped into a abyss of dismay that can do nothing for myself, nor anybody else for that matter, with its broody contemplations.
What happened to me? And why?
It's time to take a step back and reassess myself again.
Life is too short and too precious to waste on worthless and unfruitful things. I will not and cannot allow myself to slip into retrograde. People only move in 2 directions, either forward or backward. If I haven't been progressing the last few months, then I must be regressing. Or I am standing still at a single spot. Whatever it is, it is not a good thing. I do not want to find myself worse off at the end of the year as compared to how well I started off 2005. It's only less than 2 months less to the end of 2005, and I cannot afford to waste this year.
2 months more! Arghhhh! *Presses Panic Button*
I've come to a stage in my blogging where I'm actually averse to it.
When I set up the blog, my original intentions were to keep it matter-of-factly true to life, and most importantly, real. No masks, no subterfuge, no games, nothing. It's all real life, my life - the pure, unadulterated and the unabridged version of things happening in and around me, in my head and in my heart.
My friends who are my initial fans, have told me that my articles have been all of the following - inspiring, thought-provoking, sometimes just so funny, and at times, heart-wrenching even. I liked what I heard, and that was my inspiration to continue with my writing. It was my way of making a difference in the lives of people that I care about, in this horribly awry and warped world that we live in. I liked the thought that in my little way, I was planting seeds of hope, of love, funny seeds that could spout into trees of new life. For what is life otherwise? How do we continue living our normal work-laden, frustrated, and sometimes pathetic lives without seeds of hope inside our hearts? There had to be more than the reason of merely surviving for real living you see.
I don't know at what point that my articles changed. Although barely perceptible at first glance, the change did take place, slowly but surely. It's like drawing a straight line; a line that is merely 0.0001 degrees awry, when extropolated could result in a big deviation from the straight and normal. I discovered that my writing recently has been more flippant than amusing. I have unwittingly slipped into the mode of hitting out at the world and the people around me. I seemed to have slipped into a abyss of dismay that can do nothing for myself, nor anybody else for that matter, with its broody contemplations.
What happened to me? And why?
It's time to take a step back and reassess myself again.
Life is too short and too precious to waste on worthless and unfruitful things. I will not and cannot allow myself to slip into retrograde. People only move in 2 directions, either forward or backward. If I haven't been progressing the last few months, then I must be regressing. Or I am standing still at a single spot. Whatever it is, it is not a good thing. I do not want to find myself worse off at the end of the year as compared to how well I started off 2005. It's only less than 2 months less to the end of 2005, and I cannot afford to waste this year.
2 months more! Arghhhh! *Presses Panic Button*
Friday, November 11, 2005
Why do people blog?!
Why do people blog?
Why do I blog?
Because I'm a narcissistic individual. Because I want a page that has my name in capital letters on it. Because I want this webpage to have my pictures, record my thoughts, express my feelings. Because it's all about me, me and more ME!
Satisfied?!
Why do I blog?
Because I'm a narcissistic individual. Because I want a page that has my name in capital letters on it. Because I want this webpage to have my pictures, record my thoughts, express my feelings. Because it's all about me, me and more ME!
Satisfied?!
The world is a bad place...
There are times that you just want to crawl into bed, and not emerge from under the covers until the people of the world have destroyed each other, leaving nothing. Then will it be safe to emerge from your cocoon.
Why?
A group of maids were discovered lying huddled on the cemented backyard of a terrace house, sleeping on thin mattresses, mats and newspapers underneath the zinc roofs. The owners of the house owned a maid agency, and had the cheek to tell the neighbours to mind their own business.
A car sales person was killed in a test drive that went awry, all because the 23 year old potential customer was a colossal idiot with the ego to match, and crashed the Mazda Miata, killing the car sales person, as well as wrecking a BMW and a van, killing his passenger, as well as hurting 5 others. The guy even manage to stagger out of the wreck, with not as much as a broken pinkie!
5 people were charged with donating HIV-infected blood, and lying in the pre-donation questionaire. They could jolly well have infected an innocent person with their tainted blood. Out of the 5, 2 of them are under-graduates, which means they should have more sense and more of a conscience, both of which, they sadly lack.
Two brothers, only teenagers, were infected with HIV by their care-giver.
What kind of an end can the world come to, with such callous, selfish and inhuman people living in it? Why don't you tell me?
Why?
A group of maids were discovered lying huddled on the cemented backyard of a terrace house, sleeping on thin mattresses, mats and newspapers underneath the zinc roofs. The owners of the house owned a maid agency, and had the cheek to tell the neighbours to mind their own business.
A car sales person was killed in a test drive that went awry, all because the 23 year old potential customer was a colossal idiot with the ego to match, and crashed the Mazda Miata, killing the car sales person, as well as wrecking a BMW and a van, killing his passenger, as well as hurting 5 others. The guy even manage to stagger out of the wreck, with not as much as a broken pinkie!
5 people were charged with donating HIV-infected blood, and lying in the pre-donation questionaire. They could jolly well have infected an innocent person with their tainted blood. Out of the 5, 2 of them are under-graduates, which means they should have more sense and more of a conscience, both of which, they sadly lack.
Two brothers, only teenagers, were infected with HIV by their care-giver.
What kind of an end can the world come to, with such callous, selfish and inhuman people living in it? Why don't you tell me?
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Child's Play
You know what they say about the innocence of childhood?!
Well, children never fail to make me happy whenever I feel too ovewhelmed by the crap around me.
Their blind faith and trust in me gives me the capacity to overcome the odds and make it work.
Thank goodness for friends with kids! And the great thing about it is, I dump them back to their parents when they start crying.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I hate Christmas!
I know Christmas is suppose to be a time of loving and giving and all that. But I'm having none of that crap. I freaking hate Christmas. And you know why?!
Because Christmas is the time when I'm expected to buy freaking presents for people! That's why!!
I'm by no means a Scrooge. In fact, I consider myself pretty generous when it comes to my friends and people I care about. (Case in point, I always buy an extra cup of high calcium horlicks for Weak. All the time! How's that for friendship, and sucking up to the boss?!)
So, I have absolutely no qualms about buying gifts. But it's the thought of having to think of things to buy for the many people who are my friends, in a limited period of time, that puts me off. I hate it that the festive season places upon me the burdensome obligation of having to buy gifts for my friend, because it's a self declared season of "giving and sharing and loving", and specifying that the gifts that I give them, have to be wrapped up with pretty ribbons and given to them on no less than 25 December itself!
Why can't I buy presents for my friends at other times of the year? Why can't I just put the gift in a newspaper and give it to them? Why must my present be bought at a shopping mall, and why can't I just give my friends hugs and kisses?
So, for those of you out there, know this for a fact: you're not getting any beautifully wrapped-up present from me on the 25th December. Period. And no whining about it.
You may just get a hug and a kiss from me on the Christmas Eve, or on boxing Day though, when I'm high and happy on drugs and booze. (Won't that be nice??)
Because Christmas is the time when I'm expected to buy freaking presents for people! That's why!!
I'm by no means a Scrooge. In fact, I consider myself pretty generous when it comes to my friends and people I care about. (Case in point, I always buy an extra cup of high calcium horlicks for Weak. All the time! How's that for friendship, and sucking up to the boss?!)
So, I have absolutely no qualms about buying gifts. But it's the thought of having to think of things to buy for the many people who are my friends, in a limited period of time, that puts me off. I hate it that the festive season places upon me the burdensome obligation of having to buy gifts for my friend, because it's a self declared season of "giving and sharing and loving", and specifying that the gifts that I give them, have to be wrapped up with pretty ribbons and given to them on no less than 25 December itself!
Why can't I buy presents for my friends at other times of the year? Why can't I just put the gift in a newspaper and give it to them? Why must my present be bought at a shopping mall, and why can't I just give my friends hugs and kisses?
So, for those of you out there, know this for a fact: you're not getting any beautifully wrapped-up present from me on the 25th December. Period. And no whining about it.
You may just get a hug and a kiss from me on the Christmas Eve, or on boxing Day though, when I'm high and happy on drugs and booze. (Won't that be nice??)
Bending it like Beckam...
Bend it like Beckam is a comedy that had me tearing at some parts. Which is what I like about this movie. I hate movies that dwell too much on the sad, or the depressing, or the pathetic. Because life isn't always sad, depressing or pathetic. Not to me at least. I prefer to think of my life as a comedy, interjected with a little romance and a little truth and a little love.
Well, enough of my meanderings.... I'm suppose to be talking about the movie...
I like British films. Somehow, they appeal to me more than the Hollywood stuff most of us watch. Not to say I don't enjoy Hollywood's blockbusters, but I often come away with nothing. For the British films that I've watched so far, I've always come away feeling a little something - a little wistful, or a little poignant, but there's always something. I'm not sure how they managed it, but whatever it is, I'm definitely coming back for seconds.
Bend it like Beckam. For the uninitiated, it's an Brit-Indie flick, which seems all the rage nowadays. I recognized some familiar faces from "Goodness Gracious Me" (a hilarious sitcom about British Indians, played by British Indians, and very funny of course!).
Another big plus, it's got Keira Knightley in it, and boy do I have the hots for her. I think she's great, as a girl who's great-looking and with a great figure. But, I digress...
The plot was simple, and the message even more of a no-brainer. The plot, Indian girl pursues a dream to play football professional, fighting family persecution and cultural norms. At the same time, she also falls in love with another racial minority in UK, an Irish bloke. Nothing complicated about the story-line. And the morale of the film, believe in your dreams and fight for it. Simple and to the point. In fact, Hollywood will scoff at the very simplicity of it all; Hollywood seems to revel in unheard of storylines and complicated plots - all the better to entertain you with. But the Brits have done it, and done it well. They've managed to turn water into wine. They've made a film that has made millions laugh, and also gave them a sense of hope, all at the same time. Now, that is what I call, talent.
So now, after watching the film, I'm inspired. So I'm suppose to follow my dreams, and believe in love.
Well, enough of my meanderings.... I'm suppose to be talking about the movie...
I like British films. Somehow, they appeal to me more than the Hollywood stuff most of us watch. Not to say I don't enjoy Hollywood's blockbusters, but I often come away with nothing. For the British films that I've watched so far, I've always come away feeling a little something - a little wistful, or a little poignant, but there's always something. I'm not sure how they managed it, but whatever it is, I'm definitely coming back for seconds.
Bend it like Beckam. For the uninitiated, it's an Brit-Indie flick, which seems all the rage nowadays. I recognized some familiar faces from "Goodness Gracious Me" (a hilarious sitcom about British Indians, played by British Indians, and very funny of course!).
Another big plus, it's got Keira Knightley in it, and boy do I have the hots for her. I think she's great, as a girl who's great-looking and with a great figure. But, I digress...
The plot was simple, and the message even more of a no-brainer. The plot, Indian girl pursues a dream to play football professional, fighting family persecution and cultural norms. At the same time, she also falls in love with another racial minority in UK, an Irish bloke. Nothing complicated about the story-line. And the morale of the film, believe in your dreams and fight for it. Simple and to the point. In fact, Hollywood will scoff at the very simplicity of it all; Hollywood seems to revel in unheard of storylines and complicated plots - all the better to entertain you with. But the Brits have done it, and done it well. They've managed to turn water into wine. They've made a film that has made millions laugh, and also gave them a sense of hope, all at the same time. Now, that is what I call, talent.
So now, after watching the film, I'm inspired. So I'm suppose to follow my dreams, and believe in love.
What happens if I die tomorrow?
A thought came to me last night before I fell into sleep... What happens if I die tomorrow?
Maybe it was because of all the backlog newspaper reading that I was going through, and seeing all that bad news in the papers, that spurred this thought. I don't know. That doesn't really matter. The question still remains...
What happens if I die tomorrow?
A morbid thought, but interesting enough for me to mull over anyway....
Still mulling.....
Maybe it was because of all the backlog newspaper reading that I was going through, and seeing all that bad news in the papers, that spurred this thought. I don't know. That doesn't really matter. The question still remains...
What happens if I die tomorrow?
A morbid thought, but interesting enough for me to mull over anyway....
Still mulling.....
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