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Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Call

I was dying inside to hold you
Couldn't believe what I felt for you
Dying inside, I was dying inside
But I couldn't bring myself to touch you


Woohoo! But why couldn't he bring himself to touch her? If he was so certain that she was the one, what could possibly hold him back?

I received a phone call at 9am today. Some automated machine told me it was from the Singapore High Court in CHINESE and told me to press '9'. I did. Then, a chinese speaking lady answered (sounded like mainland chinese) and after a long conversation, she told me that I had to go to court for a hearing. It was related to some drug-trafficker. HUH? I mean, WHAT? I suspected she was some con-person right from the beginning. Why did the court come in before the police? And why in chinese? HELLO?? You disturbed my sleep because you wanted to trick me? She did not ask me for money. Not yet I guess. Perhaps she was just trying to sound me out. After shooting her with questions, I politely ended the conversation before going back to sleep. CRAP. Don't disturb me again or I will skin you. Yawn. What a start to a nice sunny day.