My son wasn't feeling well today, so being a good daddy, I helped him call his boss back.

Me: Hello, who is this?

Boss(Pissed off): Where. Are. You.

Me: Who is this?

Boss(Suddenly neutral mood): Umm... may I speak to Nigel please?

Me: He's sleeping at the moment, got a very bad fever.

Boss(Suddenly polite): Oh dear, cause he's supposed to be working at a function tonight so I wondered if anything happened to him and if he was okay. Is this the father?

Me: Yes. (Duh, only a good daddy would call you back to see why you called his son so many times.)

Boss: Ohhh... I just wanted to find out if anything happened to him or if he was okay because I received no word from him.

Me: Hrm... I don't think he'll be able to work tonight.

Boss: Alright, just wanted to make sure he's ok. Umm... tell him to take care?

Me: Sure.


What a caring daddy, right? My son is sure to grow up to be an upright, honest, truthful individual. ^_^



Training in the morning... doing pullups when I felt an M1A1 Abrams MBT crash into my right temple. And it proceeded to repeat a cycle of reversing and accelerating into my temple for every set. Since the damned tank has been harassing me since wednesday, I knew that something was wrong and hurried over to TingFong's chinese physician.

When She checked the reaction to pressure to my left and right pulses and identified a problem with the flow to an internal organ, I knew she was good.

She knew sensei robin, cause I used to practice tkd, and henceforth came to the conclusion that I "wasn't afraid of pain." But I still hated needles. Godamn, a fist or kick I can take. But something so small just pisses me off. It was the first time I had a needle driven into my temple area, among the other points, but it didn't sting much, unlike the hand meridian. Oh my god. I think the most annoying part is that you have to frickin relax when it stings, when everything else is telling me to tense, make a fist, and WAAARGHH!!


Went back to training after that, took k1 with dog. Sun very hot. Stupid sun.

Talked alot with dog after that, though I forgot what the heck we talked about at the moment. Gymed with the nitek kia after that.

I wonder if nitek kia would have realized that dog's butterfly talk was bullshit so early if I hadn't
hinted it to him on several occasions. He would probably think that he would have :p

I still remember the times that he would get into those grand debates with dog about the butterflies, and triumph with DL about corrupting his butterfly side.

I still remember me silently being amused as he fought with the doppelganger persona.

Some people were right about me being quite scary and quiet to study people a long time back.

But back then, before I identified these people as friends, I could use them as case studies, like all the others. Unlike now, where I shall let them in on these things.

The deceiver deceives for the purpose of deceiving, and he can bend and adapt his equation for several scenarios. Whereas for my dog, he only chanced upon this equation, probably copying it from someone or a book, or a show.

There was a time during one of the countless debates when he said "I've been hurt many times, but trust me when I say that you will just know when you meet that one person who was made for you."

When what he actually meant was "I've been hurt many times, but trust me when I tell you that by saying these things, the chances of me getting hurt again are much lower."

Although the effect is similar, there is a difference between saying something with passion and believing in it, and saying something with passion because you believe in it solely because of what it can accomplish. That is how he could carry off the illusion of being authentic.

Sometimes it helps to be able to see through some things.