Bumps in the day
Again. I am 'off' for the weekend. Not like I've been saying much about the past week. Let's just say I feel rather… dilapidated. It's been the social de riguer over here to put on a blindfold and pretend I can see very well while leading a bunch of equally blind mice. And the irony of it… there's three of them! The blind mice, I mean.
I'm going home to Kota Bharu after a very, very long while. It's been some time and I wonder what changes are in store for me. I'll be hanging around my third aunt's place for less than 24 hours before catching the evening flight home on Saturday so that I can help the three blind mice polish the sunglasses they've wearing with hopes that the sun can shine its bright rays into their eyes *and hope they can see better than I do* again.
I know I'm crapping in riddles. But. Well.
I told you I was getting old.
Bumpity-bump-bump.
Fortunately I've had my good ole' daily serving of Mazola sprinkles to keep my end-of-the-day-evenings bright and chirpy. After-tens are always my favourite times of the day because that's the time I can finally let go of the day that was and pretend that my life is happy and happy and happy all over again. Actually, after-tens are always happy, happy and happy!!
Now I've just proven to you that to every upside, there is a downside… and likewise, to every downside, there is an upside.
Suddenly I realize it's already reaching the end of January and I sincerely can't wait for February 28th to dawn in on me.
Ah ha.
Pardon me if I don't make sense. I tried. I really did.
G'nite.
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