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I find it quite amusing that… well… I'm not sure what I find amusing about. But just these days, I sometimes sit down to a mug of good old Green Tea (by now you should already have figured out that minishorts is addicted to Green Tea, no, not the Japanese variety), and for no reason at all, I begin to smile smugly. Not that I'm aware that I'm smiling, but Mum sometimes walk past me, sipping my hot, hot tea, staring into space with that idiotic look on my face, and she'll just go, 'What are you smiling at?'

'I'm not smiling.'
'You did. You look like a nut smiling there.'
'Okay.'

And then I'll go back to Dan Brown and try to finish the pages before she bugs me to go to bed. After a while, I get distracted again, stare at Tiesto talking about his latest music on MTV and listen to soft beats of house music, and Mum will walk down the stairs and see me again, 'I thought you were trying to finish the book.'

'I am.'
'Then why are you staring at the TV screen blankly, and smiling like that.'
'I wasn't smiling.'
'Go and sleep.'

But I'm trying to finish Digital Fortress… she wouldn't understand.

So frantically I'll nod my head again and flip to the next page.

Maybe its the recent book binge. I've been gulping down page after page by the minute. I've finished three Dan Brown novels in 4 days, if I had the money I'd probably buy Deception Point tomorrow, and continue on this endless pursuit of lost time. What happened?

Catching up on the real me. That's what happening.

I think that's the other thing most people didn't know about me. Heck, even I didn't know that much about myself.

So I'm back to square one, more or less. The last time I was really myself, I was 17, and oblivious to other problems. It was just me and whatever there was in my life. Maybe that's why I'm smiling smugly these days. This return to myself kind of thing is kind of addictive. I don't ever want it to end.