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Heroes
I spent the entire day watching 12 episodes of Heroes. It's a new NBC show about the human genome project. I'm hooked. My husband is hooked. My mother is hooked. You HAVE to watch this show.It's a story about several people discovering their special abilities. It's like X-men meets Lost meets My Name is Earl. I love it! Get a copy or watch it over at RPN 9 every Sunday. Why didn't star world get this, I don't know but I’m sure they are kicking themselves to the ground.
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Now call me weird but this is exactly how it sounds like. Watching this show brought about memories about my childhood. When I was 8 years old, my aunt from the States brought with her a brand new Lego set. Being a girl, it was traditionally looked upon as inappropriate, especially at that time to receive such gift. However, my parents saw it as an opportunity for me to learn more about construction/architecture/engineering and as another method to imprint great and irrational fear - my mother and father respectively.
My father made sure to remind me that if I lose one piece, just one piece, there would be hell to pay. I completely took that lightly - too lightly. I went to the neighbor's which was my cousin's house and started playing with the set. I never noticed that the toddler at that time, a giant now, took some pieces without my knowing. When I got home and started putting things in order, I noticed that I was missing about 8 pieces. (I'm OC, ever since I was a kid) I panicked and cried and begged my mother not to tell my dad. I fell asleep crying and worrying.
Then, the weirdest dream happened. I saw the same afternoon but this time as an observer. I saw the baby cousin take the pieces, stash them in a small blue plastic bag and take them to the home office. He then pulls out the third drawer and buries the "treasure" under a thick stack of folders. Once I woke up, I rushed over to my cousin's and looked where I dreamt it would be. True enough, under folders of bills and personal records, inside a small blue plastic bag, lay my 8 precious Lego pieces.
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Most of the time I'm right on the money about something or someone. It's like a familiar feeling - like deja vu but more potent. I sometimes surprise myself at my luck; just when the chips are down and you know they have a full house on their deck, you pull a card that makes your hand a royal flush. It's about then that I realize who my real friends are. I don't have much, trust me. I don't have a lot of friends I can trust because I get that sense of foreboding doom if you're not true.
My friends are those beautiful 8 pieces of Lego in a small blue plastic bag that I found when I most need them.
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Now call me weird but this is exactly how it sounds like. Watching this show brought about memories about my childhood. When I was 8 years old, my aunt from the States brought with her a brand new Lego set. Being a girl, it was traditionally looked upon as inappropriate, especially at that time to receive such gift. However, my parents saw it as an opportunity for me to learn more about construction/architecture/engineering and as another method to imprint great and irrational fear - my mother and father respectively.
My father made sure to remind me that if I lose one piece, just one piece, there would be hell to pay. I completely took that lightly - too lightly. I went to the neighbor's which was my cousin's house and started playing with the set. I never noticed that the toddler at that time, a giant now, took some pieces without my knowing. When I got home and started putting things in order, I noticed that I was missing about 8 pieces. (I'm OC, ever since I was a kid) I panicked and cried and begged my mother not to tell my dad. I fell asleep crying and worrying.
Then, the weirdest dream happened. I saw the same afternoon but this time as an observer. I saw the baby cousin take the pieces, stash them in a small blue plastic bag and take them to the home office. He then pulls out the third drawer and buries the "treasure" under a thick stack of folders. Once I woke up, I rushed over to my cousin's and looked where I dreamt it would be. True enough, under folders of bills and personal records, inside a small blue plastic bag, lay my 8 precious Lego pieces.
***
Most of the time I'm right on the money about something or someone. It's like a familiar feeling - like deja vu but more potent. I sometimes surprise myself at my luck; just when the chips are down and you know they have a full house on their deck, you pull a card that makes your hand a royal flush. It's about then that I realize who my real friends are. I don't have much, trust me. I don't have a lot of friends I can trust because I get that sense of foreboding doom if you're not true.
My friends are those beautiful 8 pieces of Lego in a small blue plastic bag that I found when I most need them.
