These days I only wish
for an extra oomph that can tug the cruel hands of the clock running. Never before
have I seen time fleeting in a typhonic speed as I do today. And travelling in
a ship of bewilderment at this velocity is truly inexpressible.
It has been almost a
week since I am being freed from the teaching yoke. Time is very limited for me
to be at home because a week later, I would dress in as a Post Graduate student
at Mahidol University.
Seriously, no humour makes
me laugh. My favourite programme Just for
Laugh Gags gravely failed to stretch the weakest tendon of my chin to
smile. On the contrary, the WWE, which once was my source of amusement, is ridiculously
annoying. I am not bothered who takes the WWE Champion belt, John Cena or
Ryback, Sheamus or Ziglar or Randy or Mark Henry.
There’s a long list
on the menu to complete before I leave for studies. But, my fingers aren’t
prepared to kick off anything. They featured a toddler whose muscles are weak
in strength to handle their own weight. So basically nothing interests me at
this moment.
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| My chum, Mr Tashi Dorji from Paro |
But today, my friend Mr Tashi
Dorji gave life to this living dead man. He has mailed the snap taken with His
Majesty the King and the Gyaltsuen during their visit to attend the flood
victims of Wokuna, a 5km drive from our school.
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| With His Majesty the King and the Gyaltsuen during the royal patronage to attend recent flood victims at Wokuna |
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