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A very, very blessed young lady won herself an LG DVD player a month back. That same week also, a slogan which she submitted to this website beat over 230 other entries to win her the coveted grand prize of an LG K800 Pink Chocolate phone, courtesy of LG Malaysia.

Photo courtesy of Albert from Glaring Notebook

So here it is. Congratulations real time, Erin, God really did answer your prayer in a grand way, didn't He?

Anyway, just three days off the rack and thanking the big guy up there for preserving my life, I'm here relishing in the opportunity to play Santa Claus post Christmas, in a big way too. So a big big thanks to everyone here, for the well-wishes, to LG Malaysia, for the phone and the opportunity, and the readers, for keeping me intact and giving me the reason to continue blogging. I'm off the accident, I'm praying the adjuster makes a fair judgement and allows me the claim-amount required for full repairs, and I'm hoping the rest of 2007 will be great and memorable to look-forward to.

Oops, it's February already!

Here's a thought.

When you read someone's blog, what do you make of it? Is it the inner self of that soul searcher voicing out his / her very deepest feelings and emotions? Who blogs the thoughts? If that person were a bitch or bastard in real life, does she or he being able to pen down amazingly sensible and angelic phrases show you that (s)he's really capable of being nice? Just that we never really got to know him / her in the first place.

Or is it all faked… that blog is merely an escapism… to de-bitch the bitchiness otherwise ultra-magnified in reality. That the person who blogs is really an annoying, hated person in reality, and the blog becomes the sub-reality, a mere lie in efforts to qualify yourself "I'm really a nice person, but you have to know me online."

Interesting when you start to converse with yourself, you let your deepest unknown pretenses out in the open, then when you start to learn about who you really are, you allow yourself to sit back and observe your mind, recorded in daily post-its, shouted-out-loud to a selfish world.

Did you not give yourself a reason already? Truth is, yes, of course this is a mere facade, but interestingly, with time, the facade has begun to merge with reality. It's a spill-over effect, I'm relishing in it, because all these, the guises, the whispering hushes, and the trolling commotion, they've interestingly, served me quite well.

This is a friendly reminder to all readers to be extra careful the next time you're on the NPE. People who speed on the highways have simply no regards for manners, and they sent me a-spinning.

Considering the accident occurred at 7.50 am on Wednesday peak, I'm just glad I didn't hit (or got hit) and that I left the place unscathed except for the muscle pull…

Now not only do I not have a car for the next two months (thanks to the insurance claims processes and the coming New Year), I'm also going to lose my NCB! And the whiplash is killing my neck, I can't even pull myself out of bed without feeling a sharp pull on my neck muscles.

Oh sniff, my car!!