A couple of things that were pretty big news but of which I’ve neglected to mention in the previous post, in light of the twins and their Rasta dad;

Aunt 6 (or the 6th Aunt, or Aunty Number 6) has given birth to a healthy baby girl, of which I couldn’t remember the name, but I dropped a visit yesterday and she’s beautiful and she looks a lot like her dad.

Someone I know had an accident where a car ran him over while he was checking on his punctured car tyres, and while it initially seemed like a really unfortunate incident but those laughed over in a few months, I heard that his leg had to be amputated. I was shocked. But it’s the way life turns out, sometimes. You think that the fallen oranges only have dented skins, but peel it open and you might just find it completely messed up inside. Prayers to him, and his father.

I’ve just completed my second issue with the magazine. It’s due out this week, and I hope I hadn’t messed up as much as I did in the previous issue.

And, most importantly, the twins aren’t the only puppies in the house. Shortly before Lanna gave birth, dad brought home a rottweiler pup, which we named Roxy. She’s perpetually hungry and if left on her own devices, would probably devour everything in sight, including the fishes.

Lastly, and something I’m proud to announce; I’ve finally perfected a way to conduct trepanning (or the act of trepanation) safely in the comfort of the home, and with the household drill. Now that I’ve rid off the test subjects and send them on their voyage down Kajang river, I shall be conducting it on myself tomorrow night. That’s right. After tomorrow, I shall have holes on my skull and the knowledge of the world will flow in freely in me, undeterred and unfiltered, and I shall be smarter than any of you.

Cheers.

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I see no moon and there were considerably less lanterns this time around. And I don’t think I’ve eaten more than three mooncakes, which is peculiar indeed.

I have Bulldog Mansion up, and it’s only now that I realise that they’re closer to Jazz and Funk than anything else, perhaps with a little of pop rock thrown inside. But at heart, they’re funk-jazz. Neat.

Ah, I might not need to remind anyone, but I’ll do anyway; next month is NaNoWriMo month, so if you have really nothing to do and there’s a novel stuck in your head, it’s time to get ahead and pre-plan that plot device and dialogue. And yeah, you don’t have to remind me that it’s crazy stuff and that you’ve got better things to worry about.

I wonder if I can pull it off with work in tow now.

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I’m seeing an unreachable dream.

And I think I’ll try chasing it for a bit. Maybe (of the utmost improbability) I can catch up with it, panting and hypoglycaemic in the process, and ask it if it’s fulfil-able and if I’m not just dreaming a fool’s dream.

Most likely, I’ll die of a burst lung in the first leg.

But I can try, I suppose. And someone gave me a Bracelet of Courage that adds a +1 bonus point to my Bravery stat, so before its effects wane away, I better do something.

Right; armour up. Sword ready. Helmet set. It’s a good day to die.