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Sunday, May 30, 2010 . 5/30/2010 01:09:00 AM

I got my internet back. Yay.

Sad thing is, my messenger isn't working. Even after I've tried the method that always seem to work. Not this time. Oh wells~ Shall try again tomorrow. Not in the mood to deal with computer programmes. They've earned my ire, thank you very much.

Well, fb doesn't like me either. It doesn't want to load. At all.

Today, my family, while Mum was driving us to our dinner destination, along with a friend, ventured into a topic involving names. 

One of her clients has a son with a very unusual name. Practically almost all the letters that you won't see in a common name is there. And it's a name I've never seen. Neither have the rest of the people in the car. 

Then Mum strayed into how my youngest brother was supposed to be named this particular name that somehow rang a bell in my head. I've always knew that my brother would be named another name if he were born a girl, as I knew how my parents would name him something that starts with "V" if he were a girl and something that starts with "S" if he were a boy. Obviously, the latter was the case. 

What surprised me would be the name my mother originally had in mind. My dear friend was snickering and smirking and nudging at me. And all I had in mind would be, "What sort of coincidence is this?"

And I thank my lucky stars he's named what he's named.