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The above title is fair warning that the following post is not funny. Take heed and beware. I just want to talk about myself some more.

I fell asleep last night and woke up in December. It feels like a holiday again you guys! I haven't felt like this forever and not because I was doing much but because I haven't felt as excited for a long time. Damn I'm excited!

I don't know, maybe it's because Chellius zinged me up with her sudden bout of amazing spot-on direction (which makes me wonder if she has always had an okay sense of direction but I've been misguided because of she has loud squawking arms).

The Reasonable Man was probably the worst super-hero idea ever. It seems now quite likely that when he popped up in the stories those law books tell he could have been to me that boring good old white Protestant man, slightly stout but had had an honest job in his day that allowed him to retire politely and whom after having a daily snooze by the fire place with his wife's cat warming up his belly after tea would walk out to catch that stupid Clapham omnibus my poyo A Level teacher kept stressing on while raising his hat to women and acquaintances all the while holding on tightly to it in case in blew off. He also went to church on Sundays and paid his dues to God and to State religiously and had little squabbles with his old wife. I think I pictured Mr Twiddle. Damn you Enid Blyton, you really set the foundation of my imagination.

Or maybe I should be damning my lack of imagination and ridiculous uneducated and naive stereotypes but fuck that, Wayne Morrison looked like that. He was angry like how a more educated Mr Twiddle could be too. And he was red faced just like how I imagined. That must then be the standard of the average white toad. Or maybe dear Enid Blyton, you made law slightly more interesting, I luff you?

And then I spent all day today watching Greek. And I tell you that Casey Cartwright's father is even more boring than she is. He was the single most blandest blend of white male character ever, that I cannot believe that he really is the average American reasonable man.

Imagine if he had a sarong wrapped around his waist and a pair of spectacles on his nose. He might have a pretty respectable carpet selling business or he might not but he always, always has a family. Stretch him further you might have a Malaysian reasonable man but then a debate would be struck up on the average reasonable man dependent on the race. And then someone might confuse race with religion and the whole May 13 thing will be used as a reminder of what could happen if we run on racial politics. Could. If.

But then again, back to me. Yesterday was pretty fun Chellius and Meeragus. Can I call you that? I don't know but I don't know how else to end your name with an us.

Farmadickly, I totally missed you yesterday. We didn't have a set target and all Chelle did was call me out on how much I like talking about myself and then take me to places that remind me of that stupid Dark Water and Ringu. It was okay, but boy I did wish you were there. You just whine so and then pretend like you didn't. Waa waa waaa. Waaaa. Waaaa. Waaaaaaaaaaaa. I can hear you dumb fuck!

Maybe it's because January round the corner actually feels like the beginning of a brand new year and not like some I'm not really sure what month it is but I think it's December though its really in the middle of the fucking school year which shouldn't be in December because December's are fucking holidays! But aren't because fuck May's around the corner.

Is a good feeling. And I like pencils.