Soon, in a matter of less than two weeks, I will disappear.

You will not find me when you see me. It's not me when you find me. And when you ask me, you know it's not me. Because I am somewhere else and in such a form that you cannot recognize.

You will call my phone but you will not get me. Because the other life form does not want what belongs to me. That includes my friends. And likewise, I will not want the past of my other life form and that would be the best for both worlds of me.

And if you do see what you think is me, do not be puzzled when it does not appear me. As I told you, I am not me, though I am me. But you won't know where me am because you can't find the I in which the me is embodied.

And because the I may not want to continue on the tradition of this blog and that me cannot continue this blog, this may be one of the last messages you will see in the blog. And I can't do anything about it this time.

And so goodbye my friends, perhaps till next week we'll still be in here. Do not trust me when you see I and dun be surprised when you are greeted by me. When you may find I in the same old den, then tell him that you are my friend.

The info is stored in the brain but how the I or me uses it is still a big question mark.

And thank you for those who have followed this blog, whom I had befriended and whom I have loved. And in a confusing note for you, perhaps, this has to end. And perhaps this means our paths will become parallel and henceforth will not coincide. You may still have possible intersecting roads with I though. And as I disappear from you in what I would deem as a permanent fashion, if it be and if it works, goodbye. Really, goodbye.

Thanks for the memory and the songs. When I'm gone, do miss me.

But money is not so easy to earn too. In fact, my luck is not at all fantastic. Would you consider always missing by 1 worse luck than not even close? I don't know how to define this but I am seriously making losses in every aspect of gambling.

Ahhh, but I have survived worse streaks of bad luck before. This shouldn't be anything.

Like I have been through worse patches of relationships. I should be thankful now that sediment has settled and we can siphon the slag.

Perhaps life offers you and I with so many cycles. The bad luck cycle is back as with the cycle of bad work emotions. Then they will pass. I am not in a foul mood now, just in the low. And perhaps my high is coming in a jiffy. All I need to do is just to look forward. I look forward to seeing you again.
 

The more you look forward to something, the more expectations there are. The more flat you'll feel when nothing spectacular happens.

But there is no highlight of the day if there is nothing to look forward to.

I'm glad that Tuesday is a holiday for all teachers. It will have been better if there's no outstanding work to do.

I had a weird dream on saturday and there is a classic line inside the dream which I want to share:

In that dream I was supposed to be one of the actors for a stage drama called "The interval". Another old teacher was also acting and he was the lead, and in the drama his role was supposed to be one which touches on sensitive issues. I do not know eactly what my role is and so in my dream I made an online search.

The dream zooms somewhere else onto a scene where one of the actresses just woke up on her bed. Her boyfriend or husband was beside her reading. It was morning. She turned over and demanded," What are you doing now? Why are you not on top of me?"

And with that I laughed myself awake.

I heard the news that another of my distant colleague Beatrice has resigned, yet again. And I wonder when my turn is.

Madeline is retiring and is contemplating setting up a tuition centre and she asked me to help her. I dunno if she's talking rot but suddenly I seem to be doing very well.

My motivation to earn more $ has driven more and more opportunities in.

I really look forward to Sat because after a very very long while I am finally going shopping again. I have not been to town for a very long time and also not been to the KTV for close to four months. I wish there could be a chance for me to go sing. Luckily I know of a singing kaki.

As August closes to the end, I am really looking forward to my upcoming holiday, it's all planned out le, with exciting agenda along the way.

Meanwhile at home, Riobeun has been allegedly biting my parents and barking at them loudly. My dad is prevented from entering the bedroom and Riobeun barks at him as if he was a stranger, same to my mom. It appeared that I am the only person who can control him. Is it because he knows I'm the true master and breadwinner of the family or because I spanked him real hard when he was naughty and younger before?