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Who said BSA was not a keen strategist? He was the best, he knows which battles to fight and what wars to wage. Convincingly, he will lead the war vs. the water lilies of Cotabato. seriously.
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Thursday, June 23: I braved the stormy weather and ended up soaked. Answered a 30 minute fill-in-the-blank-parrot-me-quiz, then sat for 2 hours to confirm my unluck in a raffle. No doubt, i'm jinxed. All the roads were turned into parking lot, reported by KL. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, off we went to kfc; I had a kungpao meal. Finally, off to home despite the warnings of floodings in the metro.
There were no jeeps -- my preferred transpo, so I got into a bus, which is logical as it can ram into the flooded streets. No more traffic, I supposed there were some OA reporting. Lo and behold, the busy avenue was turned into a river where the buses became barges, and the taxis boat. Then I looked outside, people in suits, people in shorts, some rich, some poor soaked in an awful mixture of rainwater, rat urine, essences of garbage and gadknows-what-awful parasite infested flood-water.
I sat on the bus and was surprised I have the virtue of patience. I rather sat there until my arse ache than brave the floods and risk myself to leptospirosis.
Again, I looked outside. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was amusing to see how the movement of the trapped bus-barges created ripples, and made a wave effect lounging harshly on the skins of the unwary and brave city creatures.
@ 3 am. I was finally home. Changed my clothes and splashed 70% isopropyl alcohol on my feet. Slept and smiled at falcon for I knew he will still be there overcasting the sky with hopes of postponed friday fracas.
