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dead man walking...

Wow! I guess I was really stressed-out yesterday... I woke up late today. 

Late for my tummy to be grumbling for coffee; late for my morning's planned appointment; late to realized that I am home alone again.

Yesterday was crazy infuriating!  Did you ever had a moment in your life where, the people around you were too crabby purr-fect???  For reason that you are where you are right now?  Or simply put, those with crab mentality!  Their insecurities just build up, they tend to disregard your authority.

Anyhow, yah, I was bombarded with all those sort of people since Monday.

I woke up today checked my phone and just jumped off my feet when I saw I have several missed call from a workmate!  Hmmm am I supposed to be in the Clinic today? So I gave her a callback right away.

It turned out that she was returning a call from me apparently at five this morning!

Huh???

I told her I just woke up and did not remember being awake at 5am, more so, made a call!

This is Black Widow I was talking to, who happened to be Visayan (a tribe in the Philippines) too. She insisted that I called her and that my number or my name appeared in her phone. 

After I denied calling her she said "oh basig nibiya ang imong kalag ug nanawag (oh maybe your soul left your body and made the call)".

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That's it! Enough said.  I am a walking soul-less person now.  Or should I say--- dead man walking (have you seen that movie?). 

So remind me again, when does the soul actually leave the body?

G.

















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