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Thursday, July 31
GETTING ADDICTED TO FOOD
I just got inspired! Well, I've been so smitten by what this chick's super original webby that I've been sending people over there all the time!!! But take Minishort's advice and go go go! Sure promise you won't regret it one....
Oh, here's a little 3% glimpse of what my workdesk looks like.... the allowed part of course!
Actually Minishorts wanted to take the whole place, but what happened was, Minishorts suddenly had a snack-inspired moment and decided to tuck in instead! Bad for the diet, she knows, but what the heck... indulge first, diet later...
Anyway, Snickers minibar, is after all, a minibar... Packaging looks nice.. and I like this type of snickers...
Well, unwrapped it... ready to tuck in. Don't drool, because admit it, it doesn't look very appetizing. Its starting to remind me of something, now that I'm looking at it again.
Now when you bite into it and grab a glance at what the interior looks like, you start to wonder, how could something that looks so ugly, tastes so heavenly?
Now Minishorts isn't so good at this, but go see Wena's site... and come back and tell me you find it heavenly too!
I just got inspired! Well, I've been so smitten by what this chick's super original webby that I've been sending people over there all the time!!! But take Minishort's advice and go go go! Sure promise you won't regret it one....
Oh, here's a little 3% glimpse of what my workdesk looks like.... the allowed part of course!
Actually Minishorts wanted to take the whole place, but what happened was, Minishorts suddenly had a snack-inspired moment and decided to tuck in instead! Bad for the diet, she knows, but what the heck... indulge first, diet later...
Anyway, Snickers minibar, is after all, a minibar... Packaging looks nice.. and I like this type of snickers...
Well, unwrapped it... ready to tuck in. Don't drool, because admit it, it doesn't look very appetizing. Its starting to remind me of something, now that I'm looking at it again.
Now when you bite into it and grab a glance at what the interior looks like, you start to wonder, how could something that looks so ugly, tastes so heavenly?
Now Minishorts isn't so good at this, but go see Wena's site... and come back and tell me you find it heavenly too!
Wednesday, July 30
WHEN YOU GO SHOPPING
For those who are shopaholics like yours truly, I'm sure at some point or another you would have a mental list of sorts that hangs in the nooky-corner of your mind. When you go to Mid Valley for instance, you may walk into Levis and you spot a pair of jeans that's nice and will probably look really good on you, heck, you even try it on to see if it fits... but it the end, you know, you don't buy it for several reasons:
Maybe they don't have it in the right size?
Maybe its awfully expensive?
Maybe you're not in the right size to wear it?
Maybe for some weird reason, its... well, out of reach for now, but you might go back for it in the future....
Following this unsuccessful purchase attempt, you go back, a little off of course, but not really dejected, because, after all, you didn't part with your money, but then again, its not really something to shout about, after all, you didn't get to possess the thing you really, really wanted because of the funny reasons that some how 'got in the way'. And then you go back and you do feel relieved because, hey, since you didn't buy it, you shouldn't feel any remorse at all, because ... well, what if it only looked nice in the shop? You know, if you did make a successful purchase of that pair of Levis, you might not even like it at all, you might take it home, wear it once or twice and then chuck it aside, maybe donate it to charity some day because some how, it was a wrong purchase!
Oh and then, you might just walk into Topshop or MNG maybe, and you see another two or three pairs of jeans, that you actually like just as much, or maybe you don't really like them, and that Levis Jeans which was really, THE love-at-first-sight jeans becames just a 'potential' purchase.... Hmmmm.... but then for the same reasons you still didn't get the following pairs that you liked... oh well, shoppers are horribly picky you know... and they create funny, funny excuses to justify their actions.
The point is, Minishorts likes keeping her jeans. And the good thing bout Minishorts is, when it comes to jeans, she's not fickle at all. Heads out, with enough money, buys them. Doesn't change her mind easily. In fact, she has a pair of Levis she bought way, way back in 1994, and she's still wearing them. There was a point in time when the pair of jeans didn't fit her (got fat, you see), so she actually worked at keeping fit so that she could fit into them again, and now that she's in the right shape again, the pair of Levis is still her favourite garment.
BTW, Minishorts chose 'Jeans' because that's the type of Garment that girls would and should keep for life. They're built to last, anyway. But you know, Minishorts actually pities the MNG, Topshop, Edwin, Guess and what-not that will probably get sidelined after a while. After all, in a woman's 'mental shopping list', only ONE pair will be chosen to hug her hips for life. Doesn't that make things pretty bad for the other brands? If they don't get purchased, they might even end up in some reject or factory outlet, or worse, snipped into pieces to make rags.
Fortunately, Jeans do not have feelings.
For those who are shopaholics like yours truly, I'm sure at some point or another you would have a mental list of sorts that hangs in the nooky-corner of your mind. When you go to Mid Valley for instance, you may walk into Levis and you spot a pair of jeans that's nice and will probably look really good on you, heck, you even try it on to see if it fits... but it the end, you know, you don't buy it for several reasons:
Following this unsuccessful purchase attempt, you go back, a little off of course, but not really dejected, because, after all, you didn't part with your money, but then again, its not really something to shout about, after all, you didn't get to possess the thing you really, really wanted because of the funny reasons that some how 'got in the way'. And then you go back and you do feel relieved because, hey, since you didn't buy it, you shouldn't feel any remorse at all, because ... well, what if it only looked nice in the shop? You know, if you did make a successful purchase of that pair of Levis, you might not even like it at all, you might take it home, wear it once or twice and then chuck it aside, maybe donate it to charity some day because some how, it was a wrong purchase!
Oh and then, you might just walk into Topshop or MNG maybe, and you see another two or three pairs of jeans, that you actually like just as much, or maybe you don't really like them, and that Levis Jeans which was really, THE love-at-first-sight jeans becames just a 'potential' purchase.... Hmmmm.... but then for the same reasons you still didn't get the following pairs that you liked... oh well, shoppers are horribly picky you know... and they create funny, funny excuses to justify their actions.
The point is, Minishorts likes keeping her jeans. And the good thing bout Minishorts is, when it comes to jeans, she's not fickle at all. Heads out, with enough money, buys them. Doesn't change her mind easily. In fact, she has a pair of Levis she bought way, way back in 1994, and she's still wearing them. There was a point in time when the pair of jeans didn't fit her (got fat, you see), so she actually worked at keeping fit so that she could fit into them again, and now that she's in the right shape again, the pair of Levis is still her favourite garment.
BTW, Minishorts chose 'Jeans' because that's the type of Garment that girls would and should keep for life. They're built to last, anyway. But you know, Minishorts actually pities the MNG, Topshop, Edwin, Guess and what-not that will probably get sidelined after a while. After all, in a woman's 'mental shopping list', only ONE pair will be chosen to hug her hips for life. Doesn't that make things pretty bad for the other brands? If they don't get purchased, they might even end up in some reject or factory outlet, or worse, snipped into pieces to make rags.
Fortunately, Jeans do not have feelings.
Monday, July 28
(NOT SO) HELLO, MONDAY!
On Monday morning, when you have to wake up at 6 am after a late Sunday night (caused by over-timed chatting up till 1 am ), you feel like you want to bash someone up just for the sake of bashing someone up. You walk to the bathroom, splash yourself awake with freezing cold water, whilst forgetting to put on your shower cap. In the end your hair is wet and you're forced to wash it thoroughly with COLD WATER and you curse yourself for being such a sleepy head. Walking out of the bath, Mom tells you that 'Girl, you've been shouting in your sleep and answering my questions last night,' and you shiver in horror when you wonder how much stuff you're not supposed to reveal that had been revealed to Mom. Or that the bottle of Listerine is empty and you get awfully conscious that your breath is going to stink for the rest of the day.
You almost fall asleep in the car on the way to work, so you turn up your Clarion's volume to level 20 so that the loud music would keep you awake. Then you hurl bad words at the stupid woman who answered 'Tom Hanks' to Mix's Battle of the Sexes question: 'Who starred as Malcolm X in the 1992 making of the show?' Hoi, Woman! Don't you know that Malcolm X was a black person???? IDIOT *&^%@*~&$(#!!!
Then you reach the office and in your efforts to stay awake you make yourself 3 servings worth of NESCAFE CLASSIC and end up with a horrible stomach ache less than half and hour later. After a while, you stare at manuscripts and page proofs and pull yourself to a computer to prepare the style-sheet guides and macro structures for lower secondary workbook series. And then you realise that the Contents section for the Form Three book is entirely mixed up and you feel awfully guilty that you're making Design work on the entire 5 pages as well as the page numbering for 192 pages again.
But once you're at the computer, you think of Blogging and you end up doing something that you're not supposed to do. You do it anyway because it is what you consider to be your ultimate stress relief.
Finally, you say, Hello, Monday! and this time, at least you mean it, in a better way.
Now, back to work!
On Monday morning, when you have to wake up at 6 am after a late Sunday night (caused by over-timed chatting up till 1 am ), you feel like you want to bash someone up just for the sake of bashing someone up. You walk to the bathroom, splash yourself awake with freezing cold water, whilst forgetting to put on your shower cap. In the end your hair is wet and you're forced to wash it thoroughly with COLD WATER and you curse yourself for being such a sleepy head. Walking out of the bath, Mom tells you that 'Girl, you've been shouting in your sleep and answering my questions last night,' and you shiver in horror when you wonder how much stuff you're not supposed to reveal that had been revealed to Mom. Or that the bottle of Listerine is empty and you get awfully conscious that your breath is going to stink for the rest of the day.
You almost fall asleep in the car on the way to work, so you turn up your Clarion's volume to level 20 so that the loud music would keep you awake. Then you hurl bad words at the stupid woman who answered 'Tom Hanks' to Mix's Battle of the Sexes question: 'Who starred as Malcolm X in the 1992 making of the show?' Hoi, Woman! Don't you know that Malcolm X was a black person???? IDIOT *&^%@*~&$(#!!!
Then you reach the office and in your efforts to stay awake you make yourself 3 servings worth of NESCAFE CLASSIC and end up with a horrible stomach ache less than half and hour later. After a while, you stare at manuscripts and page proofs and pull yourself to a computer to prepare the style-sheet guides and macro structures for lower secondary workbook series. And then you realise that the Contents section for the Form Three book is entirely mixed up and you feel awfully guilty that you're making Design work on the entire 5 pages as well as the page numbering for 192 pages again.
But once you're at the computer, you think of Blogging and you end up doing something that you're not supposed to do. You do it anyway because it is what you consider to be your ultimate stress relief.
Finally, you say, Hello, Monday! and this time, at least you mean it, in a better way.
Now, back to work!
Saturday, July 26
WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR HORMONE-CONTROL SYSTEMS MALFUNCTIONING...
Apparently your brain and language faculties stop to work in a coherent and sensible way and you get 'inspired' by certain, well thought out sentences to write something that's emotionally, and obviously, hormonally driven.
Did you read this silly letter to the editor in 24th July's Star Papers?
I'm talking about this one: Wear your sexy clothes in the confines of your home, please written by some pea-brained male who *I'm aghasted* labels himself Asian Values...
A snippet of the silly phrases that he babbled within his highly understandable and well-constructed *rants* to the editor:
Would it be right to dangle a sweet in front of a three-year old and then to say, hands off? Would not that be cruel?
So you are being very cruel to the men, as you make them switch on and then say hands off, you are a tease.
Wake up, Lim, to our Asian values and show respect for others and stop violating the space of people like Choo and I.
Minishorts usually does not like to talk 'heavy' stuff like this, but calling our Asian Values 'precious' and that girls *like Minishorts* who goes out in perhaps, a tube and nice hot pair of minishorts is likened to walking sweets in public asking to be grabbed at by males with apparently, *three-year-old* mental cognitive abilities... I have this to say: *whothefuckingshitdoyouthinkyouare*. IMHO, not only is 'Asian Values' putting down women as teases *asking to be raped, mind you*, I reckon he's also insulting the majority of thinking men who do very fine in the department of 'hormone-control'.
And mind you, Asian Values, if I recall correctly, women, regardless of what they wear or not wear, do not ask to be raped. I'm not saying that we should all walk out in our bras and panties or not wear anything, but if, in the event, Minishorts is left in that kind of situation and has no choice but to go out in her birthday suit, and in the process, if she gets violated, it doesn't mean that the crime is automatically justified and we can just say, "She wears like that, she's just asking for it." Like, wtf is that crap? Nobody asks to be raped.
Not withstanding the fact rape victims consist of women from all levels, all walks of life: students in uniforms, pretty malay ladies who go out modestly dressed in their headscarfs, decent married women like Canny Ong who was just walking through the car park of a reputable shopping centre ....
I don't think Western Values are degoratory to Asian Values, or that Asian Values are significantly clean wonderful *and then, you might wanna go think about the fact that patriachal, women-degoratory values are very Asian in nature* ... in the first place, I didn't know there's a thing such as 'Western is bad, Asian is good...' I've always thought of it as, good, good, bad, bad, who cares where you come from.
So don't label yourself Asian Values when you don't have any values at all, you stupid pea-brained idiotic moron. You obviously need help.
Apparently your brain and language faculties stop to work in a coherent and sensible way and you get 'inspired' by certain, well thought out sentences to write something that's emotionally, and obviously, hormonally driven.
Did you read this silly letter to the editor in 24th July's Star Papers?
I'm talking about this one: Wear your sexy clothes in the confines of your home, please written by some pea-brained male who *I'm aghasted* labels himself Asian Values...
A snippet of the silly phrases that he babbled within his highly understandable and well-constructed *rants* to the editor:
Would it be right to dangle a sweet in front of a three-year old and then to say, hands off? Would not that be cruel?
So you are being very cruel to the men, as you make them switch on and then say hands off, you are a tease.
Wake up, Lim, to our Asian values and show respect for others and stop violating the space of people like Choo and I.
Minishorts usually does not like to talk 'heavy' stuff like this, but calling our Asian Values 'precious' and that girls *like Minishorts* who goes out in perhaps, a tube and nice hot pair of minishorts is likened to walking sweets in public asking to be grabbed at by males with apparently, *three-year-old* mental cognitive abilities... I have this to say: *whothefuckingshitdoyouthinkyouare*. IMHO, not only is 'Asian Values' putting down women as teases *asking to be raped, mind you*, I reckon he's also insulting the majority of thinking men who do very fine in the department of 'hormone-control'.
And mind you, Asian Values, if I recall correctly, women, regardless of what they wear or not wear, do not ask to be raped. I'm not saying that we should all walk out in our bras and panties or not wear anything, but if, in the event, Minishorts is left in that kind of situation and has no choice but to go out in her birthday suit, and in the process, if she gets violated, it doesn't mean that the crime is automatically justified and we can just say, "She wears like that, she's just asking for it." Like, wtf is that crap? Nobody asks to be raped.
Not withstanding the fact rape victims consist of women from all levels, all walks of life: students in uniforms, pretty malay ladies who go out modestly dressed in their headscarfs, decent married women like Canny Ong who was just walking through the car park of a reputable shopping centre ....
I don't think Western Values are degoratory to Asian Values, or that Asian Values are significantly clean wonderful *and then, you might wanna go think about the fact that patriachal, women-degoratory values are very Asian in nature* ... in the first place, I didn't know there's a thing such as 'Western is bad, Asian is good...' I've always thought of it as, good, good, bad, bad, who cares where you come from.
So don't label yourself Asian Values when you don't have any values at all, you stupid pea-brained idiotic moron. You obviously need help.
Thursday, July 24
THE AVERAGE STEVEN'S CORNER NIGHT
After a meeting with two authors, headed on home and met up with a blogging friend who lives near my house.... and then another few people who didn't want to share the limelight with the food. So I only have photos of some people tonight. But never mind.
For the uninitiated, Steven's Corner happens to be the 1st Mamak that implemented the 24 hour concept, and it OVERCHARGES its clients but its the most happening place in KL that clubbers hang out after the clubs turn off their lights and all. But I was there for dinner at 9.30 a while ago. Yakked like mad with SL's friends and HW (who just got back from UK after a 4 year *eeks that's very long* absence from my life) .... and then after a bit, my pals Viv and Carmen just happened to turn up at the table next to ours, so I joined them in some discussions regarding the coming leadership camp in Bentong.
But the point of this post, is, of course, to show off some photos.
I'm so full I can hardly move, so now I guess have to do a bit of work... Tomorrow's another long day!! I'm wondering how far my 5 hours sleep a day is going to take me.... I hope this doesn't make up my life from now on... But what to do, duty calls!
After a meeting with two authors, headed on home and met up with a blogging friend who lives near my house.... and then another few people who didn't want to share the limelight with the food. So I only have photos of some people tonight. But never mind.
For the uninitiated, Steven's Corner happens to be the 1st Mamak that implemented the 24 hour concept, and it OVERCHARGES its clients but its the most happening place in KL that clubbers hang out after the clubs turn off their lights and all. But I was there for dinner at 9.30 a while ago. Yakked like mad with SL's friends and HW (who just got back from UK after a 4 year *eeks that's very long* absence from my life) .... and then after a bit, my pals Viv and Carmen just happened to turn up at the table next to ours, so I joined them in some discussions regarding the coming leadership camp in Bentong.
But the point of this post, is, of course, to show off some photos.
This is Shadowlight who is pointing to dunno what....
And then these are Viv and Carmen pretending to be very hardworking doing their planning....
You want Maggi Mee Goreng? Doesn't taste very nice this way...
So add more lime to it to increase the Ooomp factor!!!
And if you're a fries addict *like minishorts*, order a plateful of the junk.
And then these are Viv and Carmen pretending to be very hardworking doing their planning....
You want Maggi Mee Goreng? Doesn't taste very nice this way...
So add more lime to it to increase the Ooomp factor!!!
And if you're a fries addict *like minishorts*, order a plateful of the junk.
I'm so full I can hardly move, so now I guess have to do a bit of work... Tomorrow's another long day!! I'm wondering how far my 5 hours sleep a day is going to take me.... I hope this doesn't make up my life from now on... But what to do, duty calls!
Tuesday, July 22
OH WOEFUL ME!!!
I'm having a horrible headache. This is what happens when you're working on a very tight deadline to produce some stuff. There are so many changes to the 1st page proofs of this book that I'm working on that it has almost been reduced to a manuscript again.
Right now Minishorts is sitting at one of only 4 PC environment computers in the editorial floor. The other computers are all using Mac OS, and like I said, the one at my desk is too obsolete to be utilized even. Minishorts should not be blogging, but blogging is stress relief because looking at the Unit Recipes and Macro Structures is causing her to have pounding migraines on the left side of her brain. Or is it the right? I'm obviously totally screwed up there.
BTW Minishorts IS feeling better already. Alcohol hangover has disappeared and that's probably why, at least, Minishorts is finally working for real... that is, rushing for the deadlines.
I'm so sorry to be talking about my work, the point is, if you?re in the work place and you?re supposed to look at your work and fit in to the deadline schedules, there isn't much space for your mind traffic to manuevre around. And speaking of work, Minishorts is noting her horrid timetable:
And she only has a free night on Wednesday, Saturday while the only free day of the week is Sunday. She's not even counting in the time for revising or doing her assignments. And Minishorts is now considering accepting another job.
This is what happens when you have to pay your petrol, Streamyx bills, telephone bills, car installment bills and buy nice clothes for work and studies. And then this is what happens when you still intend to get a PDA to help you get more work so that you can get more money.
It's a never ending cycle, I tell you. NEVER ENDING.
I'm having a horrible headache. This is what happens when you're working on a very tight deadline to produce some stuff. There are so many changes to the 1st page proofs of this book that I'm working on that it has almost been reduced to a manuscript again.
Right now Minishorts is sitting at one of only 4 PC environment computers in the editorial floor. The other computers are all using Mac OS, and like I said, the one at my desk is too obsolete to be utilized even. Minishorts should not be blogging, but blogging is stress relief because looking at the Unit Recipes and Macro Structures is causing her to have pounding migraines on the left side of her brain. Or is it the right? I'm obviously totally screwed up there.
BTW Minishorts IS feeling better already. Alcohol hangover has disappeared and that's probably why, at least, Minishorts is finally working for real... that is, rushing for the deadlines.
I'm so sorry to be talking about my work, the point is, if you?re in the work place and you?re supposed to look at your work and fit in to the deadline schedules, there isn't much space for your mind traffic to manuevre around. And speaking of work, Minishorts is noting her horrid timetable:
Mon - Wed: 8-5 pm job EDITING; 7-9 pm job TEACHING.
Thu - Fri: 3-9 pm job STUDYING
Sat: 9-12 pm job STUDYING; 2-5 pm job TEACHING.
Thu - Fri: 3-9 pm job STUDYING
Sat: 9-12 pm job STUDYING; 2-5 pm job TEACHING.
And she only has a free night on Wednesday, Saturday while the only free day of the week is Sunday. She's not even counting in the time for revising or doing her assignments. And Minishorts is now considering accepting another job.
This is what happens when you have to pay your petrol, Streamyx bills, telephone bills, car installment bills and buy nice clothes for work and studies. And then this is what happens when you still intend to get a PDA to help you get more work so that you can get more money.
It's a never ending cycle, I tell you. NEVER ENDING.
Monday, July 21
*SO STUPID*
So stupid to drink one whole bottle of red wine last night. Couldn't sleep and went and 'cha luan' (means disturb in Hokkien) Shadowlight for almost half and hour. So touched for all the swear words he helped to hurl at *some people* who have come into my life all of a sudden when I need them least to do so.... I think about it and think that I'm such an idiot for crying when I really didn't feel like crying. Maybe it was just an excuse to test my alcohol resistance level. Apparently I either laugh too much or cry unnecessarily when I'm drunk, and can't sleep very well. Woke up at 6 am nonetheless and still headed off to work.
You know what?
Like what Shadowlight says, who gives a f*** about people who don't even have the guts to give you a call to find out how you are, but instead sneaks up into your blog guestbook (which I check only 1-2 weeks once) and leave a silly message that says 'nice shirt, nice phone, nice photos, have a nice day, take care'.
If you're reading this - go learn some people skills before becoming a medical doctor. Then again, you're probably one of those DPM supporters who actually think that medical school can actually go electronica. Hip hip hurrah! Good for you.
I'm so sorry if this post insulted some people. Actually, I'm just pissed at one person and *some* people. Not the whole world. I still believe EARTH is a humane and reasonably happy place.
So stupid to drink one whole bottle of red wine last night. Couldn't sleep and went and 'cha luan' (means disturb in Hokkien) Shadowlight for almost half and hour. So touched for all the swear words he helped to hurl at *some people* who have come into my life all of a sudden when I need them least to do so.... I think about it and think that I'm such an idiot for crying when I really didn't feel like crying. Maybe it was just an excuse to test my alcohol resistance level. Apparently I either laugh too much or cry unnecessarily when I'm drunk, and can't sleep very well. Woke up at 6 am nonetheless and still headed off to work.
You know what?
Like what Shadowlight says, who gives a f*** about people who don't even have the guts to give you a call to find out how you are, but instead sneaks up into your blog guestbook (which I check only 1-2 weeks once) and leave a silly message that says 'nice shirt, nice phone, nice photos, have a nice day, take care'.
If you're reading this - go learn some people skills before becoming a medical doctor. Then again, you're probably one of those DPM supporters who actually think that medical school can actually go electronica. Hip hip hurrah! Good for you.
I'm so sorry if this post insulted some people. Actually, I'm just pissed at one person and *some* people. Not the whole world. I still believe EARTH is a humane and reasonably happy place.
I'm supposed to be free.
I'm supposed to be myself again.
I'm supposed to be very lucky.
I'm supposed to be happy.
So why am I so sad?
So why am I shaking?
Or why is the bottle empty?
No no ... don't cry. I'm strong. I can be strong.
I am happy.
I believe I have someone who cares.
Or a few.
I want to believe.
Its not just belief.
It is the fact.
Are the facts.
So STOP SHAKING.
I'm supposed to be myself again.
I'm supposed to be very lucky.
I'm supposed to be happy.
So why am I so sad?
So why am I shaking?
Or why is the bottle empty?
No no ... don't cry. I'm strong. I can be strong.
I am happy.
I believe I have someone who cares.
Or a few.
I want to believe.
Its not just belief.
It is the fact.
Are the facts.
So STOP SHAKING.
Sunday, July 20
BON ODORI !!!
Last night, my three friends and me went to the Bon Odori Festival at the Matsushita Sports Centre in Shah Alam. I was so happy I was illuminated!!!
Well, we got a little high, so we took a close up shot of ourselves... Vivien, Carmen and moi!!!!!
And then, shock of shocks! I met my old friend Rooban! Yay!!!!!! Was supposed to find other people there, but the place was soooooo packed... HUH!
And then we went dancing! Yay yay yay!
After dancing we got hungry and bought ourselves three California Rolls!
Then Salmon went cheap for five bucks a box!
Oh well, we couldn't live without Malaysian food I guess, and we missed Serdang food so much, we ended up at Rashmier tucking into the famous NASI GORENG IKAN MASIN!
Urgh.... I think I ate too much!
Last night, my three friends and me went to the Bon Odori Festival at the Matsushita Sports Centre in Shah Alam. I was so happy I was illuminated!!!
Well, we got a little high, so we took a close up shot of ourselves... Vivien, Carmen and moi!!!!!
And then, shock of shocks! I met my old friend Rooban! Yay!!!!!! Was supposed to find other people there, but the place was soooooo packed... HUH!
And then we went dancing! Yay yay yay!
After dancing we got hungry and bought ourselves three California Rolls!
Then Salmon went cheap for five bucks a box!
Oh well, we couldn't live without Malaysian food I guess, and we missed Serdang food so much, we ended up at Rashmier tucking into the famous NASI GORENG IKAN MASIN!
Urgh.... I think I ate too much!
Friday, July 18
I'M SO ANNOYED AT MYSELF!
I thought I had gotten over it, but apparently, today I realised no. So when a friend asked me to join them for a reunion where the v.i.p.s were the old high school sweethearts from way back, I stopped for a while not knowing what to say. Apparently me and *him* used to be high-school sweethearts most likely to last the longest and apparently, someone freaked out and bailed out and left yours truly in a horrible mayhem *old-time fans who've been following the growth of minishorts@urban-flirt would know what I mean* .
And, apparently, I still feel a little *jab* down where the heart beats.
Fortunately I'm in control and there's the beautiful, wonderful Bon Odori dance festival they're celebrating over at the Matsushita Stadium down in Shah Alam tomorrow and therefore, I'm not going to that gathering where I'm going to meet a person who's been ignoring me for the past 5 months. Whom I've been ignoring for the past 3 months.
Its been 2 months since I really shed a teardrop, and I'm not about to start a wail-fest now. I just feel annoyed that this stupid poking feeling exists right now, right this moment. So maybe I still love him, but wtf... who the hell cares? Doesn't matter at all. Its never going to happen, and even if he wanted me back, I'd ask him to get a life and go eat s***. You know what? Come to think of it, maybe I'm jealous that people have made it so far, so long, and I failed in my relationship. But then, you know what? Its not my fault, I didn't want it to quit, *he* did, and so, why should I be jealous?
I just don't like poking sensations that threaten to ruin my mood when I'm feeling really carefree. I was thinking, I'm really lucky to have the opportunity to have more than one person fall in love with me and take care of me... well, when that one person comes.
So Minishorts is going to do the cheeky thing here and ask the whole wide world: "Any takers?"
I thought I had gotten over it, but apparently, today I realised no. So when a friend asked me to join them for a reunion where the v.i.p.s were the old high school sweethearts from way back, I stopped for a while not knowing what to say. Apparently me and *him* used to be high-school sweethearts most likely to last the longest and apparently, someone freaked out and bailed out and left yours truly in a horrible mayhem *old-time fans who've been following the growth of minishorts@urban-flirt would know what I mean* .
And, apparently, I still feel a little *jab* down where the heart beats.
Fortunately I'm in control and there's the beautiful, wonderful Bon Odori dance festival they're celebrating over at the Matsushita Stadium down in Shah Alam tomorrow and therefore, I'm not going to that gathering where I'm going to meet a person who's been ignoring me for the past 5 months. Whom I've been ignoring for the past 3 months.
Its been 2 months since I really shed a teardrop, and I'm not about to start a wail-fest now. I just feel annoyed that this stupid poking feeling exists right now, right this moment. So maybe I still love him, but wtf... who the hell cares? Doesn't matter at all. Its never going to happen, and even if he wanted me back, I'd ask him to get a life and go eat s***. You know what? Come to think of it, maybe I'm jealous that people have made it so far, so long, and I failed in my relationship. But then, you know what? Its not my fault, I didn't want it to quit, *he* did, and so, why should I be jealous?
I just don't like poking sensations that threaten to ruin my mood when I'm feeling really carefree. I was thinking, I'm really lucky to have the opportunity to have more than one person fall in love with me and take care of me... well, when that one person comes.
So Minishorts is going to do the cheeky thing here and ask the whole wide world: "Any takers?"
Thursday, July 17
A WEBCAM LOVE STORY
This is Pucca.
This is Pucca's new friend, Bob.
Pucca kisses Bob.
This is Pucca's new boyfriend, Bob.
This is Pucca's new friend, Bob.
Pucca kisses Bob.
This is Pucca's new boyfriend, Bob.
Thank you for your attention. This post was probably inspired by one fantastic blogger.... by the way, that's a link, just put your mouse over the 'one fantastic blogger' and you'll get to see what's so fun about her and her photo stories.
I'm crazeeeeeeeeee fried by brain fluff and gross, yucky nose boggers! *sniff sniff* getting well very soon! Speed up you anti-histamines! Speed up!
*SNIFF SNIFF*
Minishorts is sick. Minishorts got the flu, sore throat and pounding headache all in one. But Minishorts cannot sleep because still looking at computer screen. Working and studying at the same time is a self-imposed death-sentence. Fortunately, work is enrichingly exciting and rewarding. Minishort's got thumbs up from boss today, "Brilliant. Now you can do more!" Thumbs up means more work. Silly Minishorts should attempt to slack a little. Otherwise more work, means no time to study, no time to study, means fail exam. But more work means fun!
Minishorts is torned in between the two. Wait. Does the past participle form of the verb 'to tear' have an -ed after? Okay, forget this line. Just another random slip of the ... finger.
You know what? Minishorts has got a sore lip - thanks to all the tissue-paper rubbing. But anyway, Minishorts has not been ill for a long time, not since December last year. Ill as in the real sense ill lah not the heart-emotional illness kind. Now the physically immune Minishorts has finally dropped down. But still, life goes on. And she'll get well soon.
p.s. : Do me a favour, don't watch T3. It sucks. Seriously.
Minishorts is sick. Minishorts got the flu, sore throat and pounding headache all in one. But Minishorts cannot sleep because still looking at computer screen. Working and studying at the same time is a self-imposed death-sentence. Fortunately, work is enrichingly exciting and rewarding. Minishort's got thumbs up from boss today, "Brilliant. Now you can do more!" Thumbs up means more work. Silly Minishorts should attempt to slack a little. Otherwise more work, means no time to study, no time to study, means fail exam. But more work means fun!
Minishorts is torned in between the two. Wait. Does the past participle form of the verb 'to tear' have an -ed after? Okay, forget this line. Just another random slip of the ... finger.
You know what? Minishorts has got a sore lip - thanks to all the tissue-paper rubbing. But anyway, Minishorts has not been ill for a long time, not since December last year. Ill as in the real sense ill lah not the heart-emotional illness kind. Now the physically immune Minishorts has finally dropped down. But still, life goes on. And she'll get well soon.
p.s. : Do me a favour, don't watch T3. It sucks. Seriously.
Monday, July 14
A LITTLE OFFICE PRAYER
Since Minishorts (as several people already know, one who worriedly said I'm bitter) is mightly pissed for several reasons.... she tries hard to concentrate on work, but work makes her even more pissed. URGH she's bitter!!!!!!!!! Oh well, and then, her wonderful senior editor had this little poem on the board, and its so wonderful, Minishorts decided to share it with all...
So.. here's the little prayer, for the mightily pissed:
Grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change things I cannot accept
And the wisdom
To hide the bodies of those people
I had to kill today because they pissed me off
And also
help me to be careful
Of the toes I step on today as they
May be connected to the ass
That i might have to kiss tomorrow
Always give 100% at work:
12% on Monday
23% on Tuesday
40% on Wednesday
20% on Thursday
5% on Friday
And remember
When you're having a really bad day and
It seems like people are trying to piss you off
Remember it takes 42 muscles to frown
And only 4 to extend your middle finger
NOW GET BACK TO WORK!
Since Minishorts (as several people already know, one who worriedly said I'm bitter) is mightly pissed for several reasons.... she tries hard to concentrate on work, but work makes her even more pissed. URGH she's bitter!!!!!!!!! Oh well, and then, her wonderful senior editor had this little poem on the board, and its so wonderful, Minishorts decided to share it with all...
So.. here's the little prayer, for the mightily pissed:
Grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change things I cannot accept
And the wisdom
To hide the bodies of those people
I had to kill today because they pissed me off
And also
help me to be careful
Of the toes I step on today as they
May be connected to the ass
That i might have to kiss tomorrow
Always give 100% at work:
12% on Monday
23% on Tuesday
40% on Wednesday
20% on Thursday
5% on Friday
And remember
When you're having a really bad day and
It seems like people are trying to piss you off
Remember it takes 42 muscles to frown
And only 4 to extend your middle finger
NOW GET BACK TO WORK!
Sunday, July 13
BEING ATTITUDINAL
Ken: hmm... just read ur latest entry, no comprendo
Me: u need to read way, way back....
Ken: ahhh ok...
Ken: hmm... and it feels diff, reading blog entries written in the 3rd person...
Me: eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr ..... yeah .... well i'm not schizo i'm just taking on a new approach i think its fresh
Ken: ok.. better be careful though, some may interpret someone writing that way as being somewhat emm.. action haha
Me: hmmmmmmm how come?
Ken: it may come off like that i suppose...
Minishorts doesn't blog in Malaysian. Minishorts just blogs the trilingual thoughts that wooshes through her mind and those words fly across the screen as they rush through the brain fluff. Fluff is what her brain is made of. You know why? Because her boss has dished out 5 parters on English grammar and a whole handbook on 'Editing for Everyone' when not everyone is an editor. And then, for her studies she has to score through page after page of Comprehensive Input Theory by Stephen Krashen who sat in his armchair and gave a whole lot a debatable fluff on the wonderfully misinterpreted subject they all call 'linguistics'. Later she thinks she has to trot off to the library to get that Syntactic Structure by Chomsky (1957) to gain a clearer idea of the entire nonsense they call sense.
Like the other day, with her friend. "So what masters was that you were taking up again?"
"My programme is called Masters of Linguistics at UM."
"Oh..... means you can speak many languages lah. Thats means you're going to be a translator, no?"
Minishorts faints again.
Please, Geoff, can you help enlighten some poor souls on what it is all about. I think I gave Siah a headache the other time I did so, but he now gets the fact that linguistics, is, in fact, a pretty scientific subject, typically translated as 'The Science Of Language'. In my case, the language in question is English. At the same time, because I'm very interested in the socio-lingual aspect of language, i.e. society's influence, that interest spills over in my recent posts and journal (esp. the one to Dr. Ng).
But yes, I'm kinda insulted by this. No point in putting up a smile and pretending I'm okay with it. Maybe I need learn how to put on a devil-may-care attitude like that silly coursemate of mine who prompted such an impromptu mind to blog outburst. But anyway, mind-to-blog means no grammar checking, no spelling check, no *think very hard before you blog so that readers will understand what you're crapping about* ... mind-to-blog remains the true-blue essence of PERSONAL JOURNALLING, and that post is as close as you can get to the mind of the girl who calls herself Minishorts. So she blogs in omniscient narration, so someone thinks its 'aiksyen'. But most of the time this is done in 1st person-point-of-view. Whichever device she employs in the narration of the minishorts daily chronologies, WHO CARES?
So, now I have an attitude. Hurrah for Minishorts!
*zapped*
Me: u need to read way, way back....
Ken: ahhh ok...
Ken: hmm... and it feels diff, reading blog entries written in the 3rd person...
Me: eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr ..... yeah .... well i'm not schizo i'm just taking on a new approach i think its fresh
Ken: ok.. better be careful though, some may interpret someone writing that way as being somewhat emm.. action haha
Me: hmmmmmmm how come?
Ken: it may come off like that i suppose...
Minishorts doesn't blog in Malaysian. Minishorts just blogs the trilingual thoughts that wooshes through her mind and those words fly across the screen as they rush through the brain fluff. Fluff is what her brain is made of. You know why? Because her boss has dished out 5 parters on English grammar and a whole handbook on 'Editing for Everyone' when not everyone is an editor. And then, for her studies she has to score through page after page of Comprehensive Input Theory by Stephen Krashen who sat in his armchair and gave a whole lot a debatable fluff on the wonderfully misinterpreted subject they all call 'linguistics'. Later she thinks she has to trot off to the library to get that Syntactic Structure by Chomsky (1957) to gain a clearer idea of the entire nonsense they call sense.
Like the other day, with her friend. "So what masters was that you were taking up again?"
"My programme is called Masters of Linguistics at UM."
"Oh..... means you can speak many languages lah. Thats means you're going to be a translator, no?"
Minishorts faints again.
Please, Geoff, can you help enlighten some poor souls on what it is all about. I think I gave Siah a headache the other time I did so, but he now gets the fact that linguistics, is, in fact, a pretty scientific subject, typically translated as 'The Science Of Language'. In my case, the language in question is English. At the same time, because I'm very interested in the socio-lingual aspect of language, i.e. society's influence, that interest spills over in my recent posts and journal (esp. the one to Dr. Ng).
But yes, I'm kinda insulted by this. No point in putting up a smile and pretending I'm okay with it. Maybe I need learn how to put on a devil-may-care attitude like that silly coursemate of mine who prompted such an impromptu mind to blog outburst. But anyway, mind-to-blog means no grammar checking, no spelling check, no *think very hard before you blog so that readers will understand what you're crapping about* ... mind-to-blog remains the true-blue essence of PERSONAL JOURNALLING, and that post is as close as you can get to the mind of the girl who calls herself Minishorts. So she blogs in omniscient narration, so someone thinks its 'aiksyen'. But most of the time this is done in 1st person-point-of-view. Whichever device she employs in the narration of the minishorts daily chronologies, WHO CARES?
So, now I have an attitude. Hurrah for Minishorts!
*zapped*
Saturday, July 12
THE MINISHORTS DILEMMA
No idea what's happening in her life. Kebengangan dalam menemui bahan-bahan yang terus menggunung in front of her eyes, all so many things to do, hao xiang the sky is going to fall on her. Krashen, Krashen! Krashen is a genius but she's more of a genius than him because she thinks its such a blaaaaaaarrrrrrrrddddddddddyyyyyyyy waste of time to pour brain juice over his Comprehensive Input Theory. In efforts to sound scholarly, she looks at her form 1 students and shrieks to the kids "you don't use 'saban hari' when you hold a conversation with a normal friend, do you know that? have you spoken to your friends and said 'saban hari saya membaca surat khabar untuk mengetahui berita dunia'?" They are having such problems having to cope with Bahasa, English and Chinese at the same time and now this stupido maths and science in English nightmare.
What to do, the world is a cruel place, and she feels like crying when coursemates who find out that here's the English Editor who just joined Fajar Bakti starts nagging at her "you guys have to check your books there's so many mistakes you know you have no idea when we set the exam papers and we copy the questions into the papers, then the answers do not tally..."
Hello? You copy the questions from the Fajar Bakti books into the papers? And you don't check the answers? What horrid crap is that? And Minishorts only started working in Fajar Bakti for 3 days, hasn't even started commisioning authors yet, WTF WTF WTF she's just being enthusiastic about having a job at last and here we have teachers who are so lazy they plagiarize revision course questions for final exam papers and coming back to her for mistakes in a book!
"Why didn't you set your own papers?"
"You know lah we need to prove, the parents they are all doctors and engineers and then they come to you and ask you why this wrong, that right, so with the answers from the books at least can prove..."
Minishorts feels like fainting in horror.
Understand lah, you all get paid little do a lot of work, but think about it, time at the office also less, think about it, the world is not very kind to everybody, kononnya your job satisfaction level very high? Not that Minishorts doesn't pity the teachers at all, but having such a conversation with such a teacher gives Minishorts a horrible headache. Don't put blame on Minishorts when its not her fault, or even if it is Minishorts' fault for not checking the books *which were published before she even knew that Fajar Bakti was looking for editors*. My boss is so much smarter than you and the writers who write for us have such atrocious English heck Minishorts bolehlah tulis buku sendiri if only her reputation is good enough. So what if Minishorts mixes up her codes and languages in her blog, you don't really want to see her cuss in a whole lot of *stupid f***ing a**es who you d***headed *a***holes think you are think its fun to dump the blame on the other person* You can choose to make the best out of it. Minishorts hates to say this, but no wonder you have problems gaining respect from parents and teachers alike. Even Minishorts is losing her interest.
If Dr. Ng sees this I think her eyes are going to roll around in their sockets... I'm just venting my frustrations, this is my blog the point of a blog is to write about my feelings about anything in particular. Heh. See I gave her the minishort@urban-flirt address in my AL journal entries and there's just this chance that she will just curiously plunk those keys on the board and visit this *oh so cute* Harry Potter version! Am I overly concerned and rude towards just one coursemate. Yes I was frustrated yes I wanted to hit out at her for attacking me when all I did was 'I can't come so early next week see I'm working ... where? Oh in Shah Alam.... as what? Oh I help out with editing the ELT series at Fajar Bakti..." and then the attacks! Ooooooooh... "of course we use the books to set questions, what you were thinking, this salesmen from all these companies, I tell you its all so commercialised they come and then they give me SOooooooooooo many free boooks what else am I supposed to do with them?"
Minishorts would like to remind the world of the sin of PLAGIARISING and COPYING WORD FOR WORD without REFERENCING, or REFLECTING on the errors of the publication / literature. It is so unscholarly. And what this particular woman has been doing in her examination surely gives a very bad name to teachers.
Why oh why am I blogging so much? So much? When your life just speeds on the tracks you can't get off and you want to put down your thoughts to record before they disappear and then you lose the energy you gained from the momentum. You wanna keep the mind working, working real hard.
Was that like a dilemma? Minishorts doesn't think so.
No idea what's happening in her life. Kebengangan dalam menemui bahan-bahan yang terus menggunung in front of her eyes, all so many things to do, hao xiang the sky is going to fall on her. Krashen, Krashen! Krashen is a genius but she's more of a genius than him because she thinks its such a blaaaaaaarrrrrrrrddddddddddyyyyyyyy waste of time to pour brain juice over his Comprehensive Input Theory. In efforts to sound scholarly, she looks at her form 1 students and shrieks to the kids "you don't use 'saban hari' when you hold a conversation with a normal friend, do you know that? have you spoken to your friends and said 'saban hari saya membaca surat khabar untuk mengetahui berita dunia'?" They are having such problems having to cope with Bahasa, English and Chinese at the same time and now this stupido maths and science in English nightmare.
What to do, the world is a cruel place, and she feels like crying when coursemates who find out that here's the English Editor who just joined Fajar Bakti starts nagging at her "you guys have to check your books there's so many mistakes you know you have no idea when we set the exam papers and we copy the questions into the papers, then the answers do not tally..."
Hello? You copy the questions from the Fajar Bakti books into the papers? And you don't check the answers? What horrid crap is that? And Minishorts only started working in Fajar Bakti for 3 days, hasn't even started commisioning authors yet, WTF WTF WTF she's just being enthusiastic about having a job at last and here we have teachers who are so lazy they plagiarize revision course questions for final exam papers and coming back to her for mistakes in a book!
"Why didn't you set your own papers?"
"You know lah we need to prove, the parents they are all doctors and engineers and then they come to you and ask you why this wrong, that right, so with the answers from the books at least can prove..."
Minishorts feels like fainting in horror.
Understand lah, you all get paid little do a lot of work, but think about it, time at the office also less, think about it, the world is not very kind to everybody, kononnya your job satisfaction level very high? Not that Minishorts doesn't pity the teachers at all, but having such a conversation with such a teacher gives Minishorts a horrible headache. Don't put blame on Minishorts when its not her fault, or even if it is Minishorts' fault for not checking the books *which were published before she even knew that Fajar Bakti was looking for editors*. My boss is so much smarter than you and the writers who write for us have such atrocious English heck Minishorts bolehlah tulis buku sendiri if only her reputation is good enough. So what if Minishorts mixes up her codes and languages in her blog, you don't really want to see her cuss in a whole lot of *stupid f***ing a**es who you d***headed *a***holes think you are think its fun to dump the blame on the other person* You can choose to make the best out of it. Minishorts hates to say this, but no wonder you have problems gaining respect from parents and teachers alike. Even Minishorts is losing her interest.
If Dr. Ng sees this I think her eyes are going to roll around in their sockets... I'm just venting my frustrations, this is my blog the point of a blog is to write about my feelings about anything in particular. Heh. See I gave her the minishort@urban-flirt address in my AL journal entries and there's just this chance that she will just curiously plunk those keys on the board and visit this *oh so cute* Harry Potter version! Am I overly concerned and rude towards just one coursemate. Yes I was frustrated yes I wanted to hit out at her for attacking me when all I did was 'I can't come so early next week see I'm working ... where? Oh in Shah Alam.... as what? Oh I help out with editing the ELT series at Fajar Bakti..." and then the attacks! Ooooooooh... "of course we use the books to set questions, what you were thinking, this salesmen from all these companies, I tell you its all so commercialised they come and then they give me SOooooooooooo many free boooks what else am I supposed to do with them?"
Minishorts would like to remind the world of the sin of PLAGIARISING and COPYING WORD FOR WORD without REFERENCING, or REFLECTING on the errors of the publication / literature. It is so unscholarly. And what this particular woman has been doing in her examination surely gives a very bad name to teachers.
Why oh why am I blogging so much? So much? When your life just speeds on the tracks you can't get off and you want to put down your thoughts to record before they disappear and then you lose the energy you gained from the momentum. You wanna keep the mind working, working real hard.
Was that like a dilemma? Minishorts doesn't think so.
FILLING IN THE BLANKS
Got this from Siah's.
last cigarette: minishorts doesn't smoke.
last car ride: minishorts drives every day, if you'd accept giving myself a drive as a ride, that'd make it just 2 hours ago.
last kiss: with the ex on the night the broke up became official. stupidity. ain't gonna kiss a guy for a long time.
last good cry: crying is bad, where got good. minishorts couldn't stop crying for months. minishorts is not going to cry for a long time. last good cry would be 2 months ago.
last library book checked out: out of bounds: stories of conflict and hope by beverly naidoo
last movie seen: charlie's angels
last book read: harry potter and the order of the phoenix by jk rowling
last cuss word uttered: you want me to cut off your ears and put them into your pants so that you can hear your cock talk izzit? heard from the 2nd first bolehwood awards 2003
last beverage drank: sky juice
last food consumed: maggi mee with lala. that's clams in instant noodles (curry flavoured)for the uninitiated.
last phone call: caleb. but minishorts wasn't free to talk.
last tv show watched: ranma 1/2
last time showered: 2 hours ago
last shoes worn: hush puppies sandals bought at the hush puppies warehouse sale.
last cd played: self compilation mp3 cd of norah jones / lemon jelly gems
last item bought: toblerone swiss milk chocolate with honey and almond nougat *yum*
last annoyance: urgh. not mentioning. the person should know. yes you!
last disappointment: same thing with the last annoyance. the person should know. yes you!
last soda drank: naturally tasmanian lemon lime
last thing written: stupid notes for phonetics and phonology
last key used: keyboard keys
last words spoken: ya lah ya lah
last sleep: duh. siah is right. stupid question. last night.
last IM: Kinomoto Sakura
last sexual fantasy: not for you to know
last weird encounter: eeeeeeks! minishorts' form 5 student. weeeeeeeeeeeiirrrrrrrrrd!!!!!
last ice cream eaten: mcdonald's twist sundae
last time amused: 2 hours ago, prof loga was singing 'the rain in spain falls lightly on the plain' in class
last time in love: just 2 months ago, moving on, seeking greener pastures.
last time hugged: can't really remember
last time resentful: can't really remember
last chair sat in: the one minishorts is sitting in now
last underwear worn: minishorts
last shirt worn: white british india t-shirt
last time dancing: with the aiesecers , can't really remember...
last webpage visited: siah's of course.
And I'm still looking at my journal and letters to Dr. Ng. Soon, soon, maybe in a few hours, I shall burst into crap again. I'm in such a muddle now.
Got this from Siah's.
last cigarette: minishorts doesn't smoke.
last car ride: minishorts drives every day, if you'd accept giving myself a drive as a ride, that'd make it just 2 hours ago.
last kiss: with the ex on the night the broke up became official. stupidity. ain't gonna kiss a guy for a long time.
last good cry: crying is bad, where got good. minishorts couldn't stop crying for months. minishorts is not going to cry for a long time. last good cry would be 2 months ago.
last library book checked out: out of bounds: stories of conflict and hope by beverly naidoo
last movie seen: charlie's angels
last book read: harry potter and the order of the phoenix by jk rowling
last cuss word uttered: you want me to cut off your ears and put them into your pants so that you can hear your cock talk izzit? heard from the 2nd first bolehwood awards 2003
last beverage drank: sky juice
last food consumed: maggi mee with lala. that's clams in instant noodles (curry flavoured)for the uninitiated.
last phone call: caleb. but minishorts wasn't free to talk.
last tv show watched: ranma 1/2
last time showered: 2 hours ago
last shoes worn: hush puppies sandals bought at the hush puppies warehouse sale.
last cd played: self compilation mp3 cd of norah jones / lemon jelly gems
last item bought: toblerone swiss milk chocolate with honey and almond nougat *yum*
last annoyance: urgh. not mentioning. the person should know. yes you!
last disappointment: same thing with the last annoyance. the person should know. yes you!
last soda drank: naturally tasmanian lemon lime
last thing written: stupid notes for phonetics and phonology
last key used: keyboard keys
last words spoken: ya lah ya lah
last sleep: duh. siah is right. stupid question. last night.
last IM: Kinomoto Sakura
last sexual fantasy: not for you to know
last weird encounter: eeeeeeks! minishorts' form 5 student. weeeeeeeeeeeiirrrrrrrrrd!!!!!
last ice cream eaten: mcdonald's twist sundae
last time amused: 2 hours ago, prof loga was singing 'the rain in spain falls lightly on the plain' in class
last time in love: just 2 months ago, moving on, seeking greener pastures.
last time hugged: can't really remember
last time resentful: can't really remember
last chair sat in: the one minishorts is sitting in now
last underwear worn: minishorts
last shirt worn: white british india t-shirt
last time dancing: with the aiesecers , can't really remember...
last webpage visited: siah's of course.
And I'm still looking at my journal and letters to Dr. Ng. Soon, soon, maybe in a few hours, I shall burst into crap again. I'm in such a muddle now.
Friday, July 11
THE TRUTH ABOUT MINISHORTS
Cowboy Caleb hasn't been posting in a very long time. But Minishorts keeps in touch with him since for a period of time not too long ago, both the Cowboy and Minishort were somewhat lost in the ocean on the same boat. Today the Cowboy called Minishorts a bitch because of this opinion that Minishorts has on the difference between men and women. There isn't much of a difference. What happens when you fancy someone but you don't really fancy someone and you're undecided?
Minishorts reveals this: If you're not sure, coax the person to commit, then decide. In fact, if one party has made the proper decision, the air is cleared and the decisions can be made and then we can live happier after all. Then life becomes a beautiful thing because we can stop guessing. Minishorts knows. You know. Minishorts been there done that, when one person admits, then thinking gets through, and then things will move on the pace that both parties have agreed to. No indefinites. Indefinite makes things drag on and isn't that a worst-case scenario of living the emotional life in living hell?
Minishorts thinks that many women are like this, consciously or subconsciously. Now Cowboy has every reason to call Minishorts a bitch, don't you think so? But aren't both sexes guilty of the same sin?
"You know a lot of men are wallowed in self misery and depression because of women like you?" Cowboy screamed at Minishorts.
Uhuh. But both are guilty of the same sin. In fact we're all guilty of running background checks, dressing to attract, light flirting... same difference, not an oxymoron. That's the way of the world. God created Adam and Eve, who are basically the same. Go watch NGE then you know what Minishorts means by basically the same.
Minishorts has been in the boat before. You know. Commitment is just another word. You don't need a reason to fall in love and start a relationship. Heck you don't even have to fall in love to start a relationship. But then when you want to break up, the reason is always 'I didn't fall in love,' or worse, 'I met someone else and I love her.' Bullshit. And these lines are not exclusive to women. Heck men do it all the time and make a living hell out of women's lives. Living proof: men and women are the same.
So when you are undecided and you feel like you're sinking into invisible quicksand, what do you do? Minishorts doesn't like to play this game very much. So she presses, which is not exactly the right way to go. But Minishorts knows what its like to be hurt, very, very hurt, and Minishorts believes the earlier you clear things up, the better.
So what if most of Minishorts' male readers are Asians who probably don't like liberal women even though they blatantly announce that "I'd like honesty and self-initiative in a woman"? You see even though they say that, 4 out of 5 men Minishorts knows who had their women going after them can't resist gloating about it. Huh.
Some Asian cultures are very demeaning to the female.
12.50pm. Need to pack up for school and to do some brain-splitting routines. Urgh. Next time remind me to sleep earlier and don't procrastinate on my work. You better think about this since you now know the truth about Minishorts.
Cowboy Caleb hasn't been posting in a very long time. But Minishorts keeps in touch with him since for a period of time not too long ago, both the Cowboy and Minishort were somewhat lost in the ocean on the same boat. Today the Cowboy called Minishorts a bitch because of this opinion that Minishorts has on the difference between men and women. There isn't much of a difference. What happens when you fancy someone but you don't really fancy someone and you're undecided?
Minishorts reveals this: If you're not sure, coax the person to commit, then decide. In fact, if one party has made the proper decision, the air is cleared and the decisions can be made and then we can live happier after all. Then life becomes a beautiful thing because we can stop guessing. Minishorts knows. You know. Minishorts been there done that, when one person admits, then thinking gets through, and then things will move on the pace that both parties have agreed to. No indefinites. Indefinite makes things drag on and isn't that a worst-case scenario of living the emotional life in living hell?
Minishorts thinks that many women are like this, consciously or subconsciously. Now Cowboy has every reason to call Minishorts a bitch, don't you think so? But aren't both sexes guilty of the same sin?
"You know a lot of men are wallowed in self misery and depression because of women like you?" Cowboy screamed at Minishorts.
Uhuh. But both are guilty of the same sin. In fact we're all guilty of running background checks, dressing to attract, light flirting... same difference, not an oxymoron. That's the way of the world. God created Adam and Eve, who are basically the same. Go watch NGE then you know what Minishorts means by basically the same.
Minishorts has been in the boat before. You know. Commitment is just another word. You don't need a reason to fall in love and start a relationship. Heck you don't even have to fall in love to start a relationship. But then when you want to break up, the reason is always 'I didn't fall in love,' or worse, 'I met someone else and I love her.' Bullshit. And these lines are not exclusive to women. Heck men do it all the time and make a living hell out of women's lives. Living proof: men and women are the same.
So when you are undecided and you feel like you're sinking into invisible quicksand, what do you do? Minishorts doesn't like to play this game very much. So she presses, which is not exactly the right way to go. But Minishorts knows what its like to be hurt, very, very hurt, and Minishorts believes the earlier you clear things up, the better.
So what if most of Minishorts' male readers are Asians who probably don't like liberal women even though they blatantly announce that "I'd like honesty and self-initiative in a woman"? You see even though they say that, 4 out of 5 men Minishorts knows who had their women going after them can't resist gloating about it. Huh.
Some Asian cultures are very demeaning to the female.
12.50pm. Need to pack up for school and to do some brain-splitting routines. Urgh. Next time remind me to sleep earlier and don't procrastinate on my work. You better think about this since you now know the truth about Minishorts.
UNDERSTANDING MOSKOWITZ
That wasn't that bad at all, considering the fact that I've been procrastinating over the topic for several weeks after volunteering to compile the notes from the 11 members of my Applied Linguistics class group. Trying to decipher the different slants and curves of their handwriting has taken a toll on my already damaged eyesight (which currently still requires no glasses heh), and finally I ended up doing the entire thing myself. I'm taking this lightly as I consider all this a way to revise, since I'm such a pig and would actually prefer to blab nonsense to my bewildered Form 5 student who's very fond of repeating the last words of my sentences. I told Chocobo that I think this kid has a crush on me. He just cracks up at every single joke or non-joke that I make. Its getting annoying and very freaky since this kid is SO MUCH taller than me. Me thinks he's taller than the ex.
Oh well, the compilation came to be 5 pages long in Times New Roman 10 pt, and 1/2 inch margins at all sides... that's pretty long! See! There's my perfectly valid excuse for dawdling around. Well, in the process I've been blogsurfing as well. You know... this blog thingy, its becoming pretty much a part of so many of our lives eh? As much as we keep denying or pretend to deny that we're just blogging for the sake of it, the glaring observation (and thus, Minishorts admits) that a lot of our blogs, as we take it on, owns us. Daryan, for instance messaged me the other day and apologized for not blogging. Apologized for not blogging! Hiaks! We're all guilty of not blogging once in a while, but isn't it rather odd to apologize for something that's supposed to be your own choice? Well, why can't we be guilty of apologizing for something that does not require any remorse? If lessay, today, right now, I decide to put on a permanent hiatus to minishorts@urban-flirt would that be a sin as much as to say "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 3 hours since I last looked at my blog, or any blog for that matter."? I wonder.
We all are slaves to our blogs. Ha ha ha. Well I'm admitting that and I'm not ashamed of it. Its not that bad after all considering the pretty faithful following that I've gained in terms of visits as well as the wonderful people who own other wonderful blogs.
But Dr. Ng:
I haven't finished reading the lot yet. 5 articles in a week is becoming too much for me, especially since I started working. I'm beginning to idolize my boss ... she's such a genius. She has all the books that Prof. Elaine provided in her 'recommended supplements' list. Now I don't have to queue up for the library versions that only allow a 1 day loan because of their exhorbitant prices. My boss has them all. She's such a genius. I want to be like her. And Dr Wong, you won't kill me if I told you that I might not go into the academic arena, would you? I think publishing suits me. Perhaps it might please you to know that I'm thinking of a career in academic publishing. I hope to thrive there. And maybe my boss will give me my iMAC! I'm nuts. Oh Dr. Ng... my favourite article is the one entitled 'Underachievement Among Minority Students'. I think you should send that article to the Malaysian Ministry of Education. Just one sentence might provide them with a little insight on why the current waves of language shifts in the system is such a crappy and pointless move.
Not only is a switch to English unnecessary, it can easily backfire by lowering the quality of parent-child [teacher-student, student-student, teacher-teacher...]interaction in the home [classroom, office, workplace...]and exposing the children to poor models of English. (Cummins)
But then again, I don't think those people have the ability to understand such a simple expression of professional opinion.
Its at 3 am in the morning that I'm crazy like this.
That wasn't that bad at all, considering the fact that I've been procrastinating over the topic for several weeks after volunteering to compile the notes from the 11 members of my Applied Linguistics class group. Trying to decipher the different slants and curves of their handwriting has taken a toll on my already damaged eyesight (which currently still requires no glasses heh), and finally I ended up doing the entire thing myself. I'm taking this lightly as I consider all this a way to revise, since I'm such a pig and would actually prefer to blab nonsense to my bewildered Form 5 student who's very fond of repeating the last words of my sentences. I told Chocobo that I think this kid has a crush on me. He just cracks up at every single joke or non-joke that I make. Its getting annoying and very freaky since this kid is SO MUCH taller than me. Me thinks he's taller than the ex.
Oh well, the compilation came to be 5 pages long in Times New Roman 10 pt, and 1/2 inch margins at all sides... that's pretty long! See! There's my perfectly valid excuse for dawdling around. Well, in the process I've been blogsurfing as well. You know... this blog thingy, its becoming pretty much a part of so many of our lives eh? As much as we keep denying or pretend to deny that we're just blogging for the sake of it, the glaring observation (and thus, Minishorts admits) that a lot of our blogs, as we take it on, owns us. Daryan, for instance messaged me the other day and apologized for not blogging. Apologized for not blogging! Hiaks! We're all guilty of not blogging once in a while, but isn't it rather odd to apologize for something that's supposed to be your own choice? Well, why can't we be guilty of apologizing for something that does not require any remorse? If lessay, today, right now, I decide to put on a permanent hiatus to minishorts@urban-flirt would that be a sin as much as to say "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 3 hours since I last looked at my blog, or any blog for that matter."? I wonder.
We all are slaves to our blogs. Ha ha ha. Well I'm admitting that and I'm not ashamed of it. Its not that bad after all considering the pretty faithful following that I've gained in terms of visits as well as the wonderful people who own other wonderful blogs.
But Dr. Ng:
I haven't finished reading the lot yet. 5 articles in a week is becoming too much for me, especially since I started working. I'm beginning to idolize my boss ... she's such a genius. She has all the books that Prof. Elaine provided in her 'recommended supplements' list. Now I don't have to queue up for the library versions that only allow a 1 day loan because of their exhorbitant prices. My boss has them all. She's such a genius. I want to be like her. And Dr Wong, you won't kill me if I told you that I might not go into the academic arena, would you? I think publishing suits me. Perhaps it might please you to know that I'm thinking of a career in academic publishing. I hope to thrive there. And maybe my boss will give me my iMAC! I'm nuts. Oh Dr. Ng... my favourite article is the one entitled 'Underachievement Among Minority Students'. I think you should send that article to the Malaysian Ministry of Education. Just one sentence might provide them with a little insight on why the current waves of language shifts in the system is such a crappy and pointless move.
Not only is a switch to English unnecessary, it can easily backfire by lowering the quality of parent-child [teacher-student, student-student, teacher-teacher...]interaction in the home [classroom, office, workplace...]and exposing the children to poor models of English. (Cummins)
But then again, I don't think those people have the ability to understand such a simple expression of professional opinion.
Its at 3 am in the morning that I'm crazy like this.
Thursday, July 10
You know why Minishorts said that uber geek had weird hair? He's got a tuff of hair on his square, bald scalp. He looked even weirder than Crispin Glover (that silly dumb long thin guy in Charlie's Angel with the fetish for women's hair) Aiyah Minishorts is very tickled that some people are offended. Hmmmmmm... why lah offended, not like its important whether she fancies you guys or not, right?
Just got back from The 2nd First Annual Bolehwood Awards 2003 by Instant Cafe Theatre at Bangsar's Shopping Centre (and having an earful of *shit* from dear ma who can't stop spitting her anger on me... aiyah she's ALWAYS like this I'm beginning to learn the true meaning of immunity and I think I better start to get the hang of it ... this is so rude to her but oh well, I need to be treated like I'm 23 for once). But oh EXCELLENT EXCELLENT show. Tonight was a fund raiser to help the AS and the Damai House - you know the Dataran Merdeka floods? Oh yeah, a whole lotta celebs were there, lessee, the Hasham-Merican couple, of course, the funds are for them, and then Jit Murad, Low Ngai Yuen, Mano Maniam, Amir Muhammad, bla bla bla ... actually the entire KL art-scene entourage was there... and the show is really really EXCELLENT. Just to share the spoof on Harry Lee Kuan Yew and his NuWater ( sorry to offend the Singaporean readers but can't help it lah, its the only thing that's suitable to fit into the blog design) .... there were two nominations for Lee's Harry Pottable Water and The Senior Minister's Throne and Harry Pottable Water and the Chamber Pot of Secrets ... there you go! Errrrrrrr doesn't look funny. But it was hilarious when read by Jo Kukanthas.... EEEKKS great actress.. But please, please go see it, its so worth my mom's endless nagging (she's still going on and its 1 am in the morning and her saliva's all over my hair now need to wash it if my hair gets any wetter), and oooooh its pretty controversial, so that's the deal, which I like, cause the play's very, very, very blunt about the 'complex situation in Malaysia, that's why we have so many shopping complexes' but WTF go see it lah, I think I made a very bad preview of it, but what to do my mom's STILL shouting at me, I hope the neighbours wake up and ask her to treat this 23 year old like a 32 year old for once!
Vivien was talking to me about somethings and I ended up revealing several things to her. So somebody has the knowledge on many, many things now. Its not gossip. Its just a little heart-to-heart woman talk that I've never had in a very long time. Did it clear me up? I'm going to miss her if or when she leaves for her internship in the US. Then who else can I share the secrets of the heart with? *sniff* Oh I'm so muddled. Does distance matter? Does it? Does it? She says it doesn't. Hmmmmm.....
Just got back from The 2nd First Annual Bolehwood Awards 2003 by Instant Cafe Theatre at Bangsar's Shopping Centre (and having an earful of *shit* from dear ma who can't stop spitting her anger on me... aiyah she's ALWAYS like this I'm beginning to learn the true meaning of immunity and I think I better start to get the hang of it ... this is so rude to her but oh well, I need to be treated like I'm 23 for once). But oh EXCELLENT EXCELLENT show. Tonight was a fund raiser to help the AS and the Damai House - you know the Dataran Merdeka floods? Oh yeah, a whole lotta celebs were there, lessee, the Hasham-Merican couple, of course, the funds are for them, and then Jit Murad, Low Ngai Yuen, Mano Maniam, Amir Muhammad, bla bla bla ... actually the entire KL art-scene entourage was there... and the show is really really EXCELLENT. Just to share the spoof on Harry Lee Kuan Yew and his NuWater ( sorry to offend the Singaporean readers but can't help it lah, its the only thing that's suitable to fit into the blog design) .... there were two nominations for Lee's Harry Pottable Water and The Senior Minister's Throne and Harry Pottable Water and the Chamber Pot of Secrets ... there you go! Errrrrrrr doesn't look funny. But it was hilarious when read by Jo Kukanthas.... EEEKKS great actress.. But please, please go see it, its so worth my mom's endless nagging (she's still going on and its 1 am in the morning and her saliva's all over my hair now need to wash it if my hair gets any wetter), and oooooh its pretty controversial, so that's the deal, which I like, cause the play's very, very, very blunt about the 'complex situation in Malaysia, that's why we have so many shopping complexes' but WTF go see it lah, I think I made a very bad preview of it, but what to do my mom's STILL shouting at me, I hope the neighbours wake up and ask her to treat this 23 year old like a 32 year old for once!
Vivien was talking to me about somethings and I ended up revealing several things to her. So somebody has the knowledge on many, many things now. Its not gossip. Its just a little heart-to-heart woman talk that I've never had in a very long time. Did it clear me up? I'm going to miss her if or when she leaves for her internship in the US. Then who else can I share the secrets of the heart with? *sniff* Oh I'm so muddled. Does distance matter? Does it? Does it? She says it doesn't. Hmmmmm.....
Tuesday, July 8
Geekdom Fantasies
If there are guys in my company then OUP is infested with uber geeks.
My senior editor pointed at the prototype version and said quietly to Ann and me -'Girls do me a favor, don't go and fall in love with that ... geek. Eeeeeeeh he's such a nerd.'
Haw haw haw. This girl here burst out into laughter than uber geek looked at us and grinned the uber geek smile complete with uber geek teeth and specs. He had weird HAIR! I hate guys with weird hair!!!!
Minishorts doesn't dare to laugh so loud though. Minishorts knows that *the ex* was the fossilized specimen that defined the word 'GEEK' ... small eyes, thick glasses, pimply face and ugly hair and all.
Somemore went and ber-pakthor with the fella for 3 full years. Now that things are over, Minishorts wants to breath relief but sometimes feels like she's being plunked headlong into another..... eh.... not supposed to talk about. But since at it talk lah.
Minishorts thinks its not very healthy for her emotional health... just recovered mah.... how can get sucked back again? You know after a while things might just vacuum themselves and then it'll all be emptiness..... when that happens, how?
Minishorts deprived lah! How how? Minishorts wants to cry already because Minishorts is beginning to blur the line between reality and non-reality. Where to draw the line? Minishorts also don't know.
At this rate Minishorts even thinks maybe its better to be still in the mourning stage than to be gembira secara membuta tuli like this. Somemore not like things going to work out also. But if not going to work out then why like this?
Minishorts will sit in a corner and think about crap for now.
My senior editor pointed at the prototype version and said quietly to Ann and me -'Girls do me a favor, don't go and fall in love with that ... geek. Eeeeeeeh he's such a nerd.'
Haw haw haw. This girl here burst out into laughter than uber geek looked at us and grinned the uber geek smile complete with uber geek teeth and specs. He had weird HAIR! I hate guys with weird hair!!!!
Minishorts doesn't dare to laugh so loud though. Minishorts knows that *the ex* was the fossilized specimen that defined the word 'GEEK' ... small eyes, thick glasses, pimply face and ugly hair and all.
Somemore went and ber-pakthor with the fella for 3 full years. Now that things are over, Minishorts wants to breath relief but sometimes feels like she's being plunked headlong into another..... eh.... not supposed to talk about. But since at it talk lah.
Minishorts thinks its not very healthy for her emotional health... just recovered mah.... how can get sucked back again? You know after a while things might just vacuum themselves and then it'll all be emptiness..... when that happens, how?
Minishorts deprived lah! How how? Minishorts wants to cry already because Minishorts is beginning to blur the line between reality and non-reality. Where to draw the line? Minishorts also don't know.
At this rate Minishorts even thinks maybe its better to be still in the mourning stage than to be gembira secara membuta tuli like this. Somemore not like things going to work out also. But if not going to work out then why like this?
Minishorts will sit in a corner and think about crap for now.
Monday, July 7
The First Day
Minishorts walked into the company and was 'bullied' senseless by sight of no computer! No net access! G4 dream dipecahkan because they're all for the Design people *aiyah of course I was merely dreaming*. But Minishorts has own desk! Own cubicle! Own cupboard. Books, books, books.
Minishorts finished her first set of 2nd Page Proofs today and thinks that she actually enjoys the work. And nice nice colleagues. But no Internet access! *boo hoo hoo* Oh well, never mind lah. But stupido jam that Minishorts was in today... got caught on the road for 1 1/2 hour then only reached Hicom Glenmarie.
But nice office, got nice coffee maker.
Minishorts plans to decorate own cubicle with ... letsee Minishorts will bring her some cute cute stuff to spice up her workspace tomorrow.
Minishorts wants an iMac. No G4 also never mind. She just wants to play her MP3 CDs on them so that the day can be really relaxing.
Editing is so fun .
Did you know Minishorts has been a librarian, then Editor of two magazines in high school, then headed on to journalism in BRATs, and now full-fledged ELT Editor at OUP?
Minishorts thinks she's been destined to be in the bookish line. Eeeeeks... scary or not?
Oh well...
Minishorts walked into the company and was 'bullied' senseless by sight of no computer! No net access! G4 dream dipecahkan because they're all for the Design people *aiyah of course I was merely dreaming*. But Minishorts has own desk! Own cubicle! Own cupboard. Books, books, books.
Minishorts finished her first set of 2nd Page Proofs today and thinks that she actually enjoys the work. And nice nice colleagues. But no Internet access! *boo hoo hoo* Oh well, never mind lah. But stupido jam that Minishorts was in today... got caught on the road for 1 1/2 hour then only reached Hicom Glenmarie.
But nice office, got nice coffee maker.
Minishorts plans to decorate own cubicle with ... letsee Minishorts will bring her some cute cute stuff to spice up her workspace tomorrow.
Minishorts wants an iMac. No G4 also never mind. She just wants to play her MP3 CDs on them so that the day can be really relaxing.
Editing is so fun .
Did you know Minishorts has been a librarian, then Editor of two magazines in high school, then headed on to journalism in BRATs, and now full-fledged ELT Editor at OUP?
Minishorts thinks she's been destined to be in the bookish line. Eeeeeks... scary or not?
Oh well...
Sunday, July 6
Just Slacking
She's just sitting here looking at a blank white screen trying to sort out some things that she wants to say because there's just too many.
There was this angel, and the angel came up to her and asked her 'Why are you crying, dearie?'
And she sniffed and looked pleadingly at the angel and told the angel that the person she loved most has told her that he didn't love her anymore, 'That's why, Angel.'
Now the angel looked at her lovingly, smiled and placed a kiss
on her forehead, 'Don't you know, dearie, that's why you're so lucky. You get to be with the person who really loves you from now on.'
'But where is he?' She asked. 'If I'm lucky, then why am I so sad?'
The angel held her hand and pointed into the horizon, 'See?'
She saw nothing. 'He's there, out there. He'll come to you. You'll see.'
And then the tears dried and then ...
Dearest Dr. Ng:
I've been thinking about the AL journal assignment that you gave to us. I've been reading through the articles, and I've been thanking my dearest angels for giving me some speed reading skills. But I'd like to pray for retention skills, because I think I'm leaking badly, the things I read seems to flow out of my nostrils the moment I digest them. Back onto the papers. Why should I study Applied Linguistics when I'm not going to become a teacher? Or why should Masters of Linguistics students do the subject as a core paper? I think its ridiculous. Of course I really enjoy your class, because its really interesting and fun to be in, just that I really don't get the purpose and point of making it compulsory for students like me. I don't know what it feels like being the kid in the class ... a little intimidated by all the aunties and the uncles I guess. People tend to look at me one-kind you know? And then they look at me and like to use this phrase: "You're so young, you should try." And then, I have to do a lot of stuff.
I got a job already. See, now that I'm working, doesn't that make me an equal? Why are they bullying me like this??!!!
I want to care about students and their plight in the learning of English as the Second Language. Its just that I have no experience whatsoever to draw from. I can only think of Grammar crap and Armchair Linguistics ... and I so believe in Chomsky. Its the Nature school I'm with. Full stop. I don't like Skinner, because I think Skinner craps and human beings aren't dogs. So maybe I'll just ring a bell and my kid will say 'Food?' But wait, I don't even have a kid yet, heck I'm not married! So where do I draw the experience ?
I'm so going to fail your paper. Please sympathize with me!
And so she heads on to the road and starts looking for the person who the angel said truly loves her. 'But he will come to you you see.' So? She's deprived. She needs emotional strength in this agonizing road to victory. But she still prays.
There was this angel, and the angel came up to her and asked her 'Why are you crying, dearie?'
And she sniffed and looked pleadingly at the angel and told the angel that the person she loved most has told her that he didn't love her anymore, 'That's why, Angel.'
Now the angel looked at her lovingly, smiled and placed a kiss
on her forehead, 'Don't you know, dearie, that's why you're so lucky. You get to be with the person who really loves you from now on.'
'But where is he?' She asked. 'If I'm lucky, then why am I so sad?'
The angel held her hand and pointed into the horizon, 'See?'
She saw nothing. 'He's there, out there. He'll come to you. You'll see.'
And then the tears dried and then ...
Dearest Dr. Ng:
I've been thinking about the AL journal assignment that you gave to us. I've been reading through the articles, and I've been thanking my dearest angels for giving me some speed reading skills. But I'd like to pray for retention skills, because I think I'm leaking badly, the things I read seems to flow out of my nostrils the moment I digest them. Back onto the papers. Why should I study Applied Linguistics when I'm not going to become a teacher? Or why should Masters of Linguistics students do the subject as a core paper? I think its ridiculous. Of course I really enjoy your class, because its really interesting and fun to be in, just that I really don't get the purpose and point of making it compulsory for students like me. I don't know what it feels like being the kid in the class ... a little intimidated by all the aunties and the uncles I guess. People tend to look at me one-kind you know? And then they look at me and like to use this phrase: "You're so young, you should try." And then, I have to do a lot of stuff.
I got a job already. See, now that I'm working, doesn't that make me an equal? Why are they bullying me like this??!!!
I want to care about students and their plight in the learning of English as the Second Language. Its just that I have no experience whatsoever to draw from. I can only think of Grammar crap and Armchair Linguistics ... and I so believe in Chomsky. Its the Nature school I'm with. Full stop. I don't like Skinner, because I think Skinner craps and human beings aren't dogs. So maybe I'll just ring a bell and my kid will say 'Food?' But wait, I don't even have a kid yet, heck I'm not married! So where do I draw the experience ?
I'm so going to fail your paper. Please sympathize with me!
Very sincerely,
Choo Ki
Choo Ki
And so she heads on to the road and starts looking for the person who the angel said truly loves her. 'But he will come to you you see.' So? She's deprived. She needs emotional strength in this agonizing road to victory. But she still prays.
Saturday, July 5
The Life
The life has taken a strange turn. Well, maybe a few, but I'd always thought that life being a singular entity, should move in one singular direction. But if you look at life as a two-prong fork for example, then having it turning here in parts and turning the opposite way also, could be a way of staring at it straight in the eye, right? And then, it's not just two-headed... its a multiple-perspective thingy that heads on to different directions all at once.
Yes, I noticed it too. I ramble a lot lately.Chunk after chunk of s.h.i.t.load nonsense that's now beautifully presented to you on tiny sized words. Forgive the font size by the way. Someone said that its supposed to look more classy, and indeed, having the blog in a bigger font might take away the aesthetic value of this site. Which bring me back to the question of Project Petaling Street not being able to allow the permalinks to be seen in their full glory, meaning, if you got here via the blog url instead of the site url you won't be able to see Harry and gang ... you'll just be greeted by a white words on a white background. Oh well, *urgh*... 
Actually a little while ago (more like 1/2 a year ago) I was more earnest in the construction of content. You see, I thought having my entire life documented here would be such a wonderful thing, and then it was great getting some pretty encouraging feedback from what I call the minishorts devotees (kembang sikit, if you don't mind). Until I got sick of my own design after surfing through the incredible things that people have put into their site! I thought I'd get to work and polish up my skills and try a little tricks in html / css / iframes here and there... but I never thought of actually venturing this far... well until I got hosted by Trish dearie and ooooohhh weeee! I was so happy, except everyone in the urban-flirt family had such fantastic design skills. So in a nutshell, yes, it was a case of kiasu and kiasi streaks, I didn't want to be left out... so there... the reason why this blog may be difficult for people with slow loading times and why this blog is so IE 6 friendly only...... Anyway, its nice to have people do the design for you and I certainly am pleased with this version of minishorts@urban-flirt!
But that aside... the life has just been rendered more miserable, and so I am warning you that if you come in here and you read about sporadic mind to blog transfers of Applied Linguistics Theories please do not be alarmed at the bulk of jargonized vocabulary I will dump into this site. My dearest professor has gleefully announced that "I want you to feel for the articles you have read and reflect on the marvels that these incredible, incredible thinkers have put into what is what I personally agree to be horrendously tedious and time consuming articles!!!!" and mischievously grinned at the 10% she's going to give us for our 'journal assignments'.
Today's ideas shall cease (for now). I'm off to do a little more reading.
The life has taken a strange turn. Well, maybe a few, but I'd always thought that life being a singular entity, should move in one singular direction. But if you look at life as a two-prong fork for example, then having it turning here in parts and turning the opposite way also, could be a way of staring at it straight in the eye, right? And then, it's not just two-headed... its a multiple-perspective thingy that heads on to different directions all at once.
Yes, I noticed it too. I ramble a lot lately.
Chunk after chunk of s.h.i.t.load nonsense that's now beautifully presented to you on tiny sized words. Forgive the font size by the way. Someone said that its supposed to look more classy, and indeed, having the blog in a bigger font might take away the aesthetic value of this site. Which bring me back to the question of Project Petaling Street not being able to allow the permalinks to be seen in their full glory, meaning, if you got here via the blog url instead of the site url you won't be able to see Harry and gang ... you'll just be greeted by a white words on a white background. Oh well, *urgh*...
Actually a little while ago (more like 1/2 a year ago) I was more earnest in the construction of content. You see, I thought having my entire life documented here would be such a wonderful thing, and then it was great getting some pretty encouraging feedback from what I call the minishorts devotees (
kembang sikit, if you don't mind). Until I got sick of my own design after surfing through the incredible things that people have put into their site! I thought I'd get to work and polish up my skills and try a little tricks in html / css / iframes here and there... but I never thought of actually venturing this far... well until I got hosted by Trish dearie and ooooohhh weeee! I was so happy, except everyone in the urban-flirt family had such fantastic design skills. So in a nutshell, yes, it was a case of kiasu and kiasi streaks, I didn't want to be left out... so there... the reason why this blog may be difficult for people with slow loading times and why this blog is so IE 6 friendly only...... Anyway, its nice to have people do the design for you and I certainly am pleased with this version of minishorts@urban-flirt!
But that aside... the life has just been rendered more miserable, and so I am warning you that if you come in here and you read about sporadic mind to blog transfers of Applied Linguistics Theories please do not be alarmed at the bulk of jargonized vocabulary I will dump into this site. My dearest professor has gleefully announced that "I want you to feel for the articles you have read and reflect on the marvels that these incredible, incredible thinkers have put into what is what I personally agree to be horrendously tedious and time consuming articles!!!!" and mischievously grinned at the 10% she's going to give us for our 'journal assignments'.
Today's ideas shall cease (for now). I'm off to do a little more reading.
Friday, July 4
Cool Design Aside ....
Life goes on as normal. Or subnormally. I'm supposed to be typing some notes on 'The Acquisition of Language'. Actually, I was typing notes on that particular topic and then, the handwriting of my fellow coursemates got too individualistic to bear with... so here I am looking at my clean Dano (not w:bloggar today) and my brain's a bit muddled with Cardinal Vowels and Pure Vowels and Velic and Glottalic Positions and what not. Well a whole load of crap that I'm actually trying to digest while fiddling with some knowledge hidden *somewhere* at the back of my head about babbling, motherese and acquisition orders! I really enjoy General Linguistics except for the dictation sessions and the 'sit up straight and repeat after me' after which we go through the whole /i/, /i:/, /u/, /u:/ sequence... imagine 25 full-fledged adults (where yours truly is the youngest) making strange noises in order to 'truly understand the marvellous workings of the tongue height and its retracting effects'. Bull, I tell you. Bull...
Oh well...
Anyway just wanted to welcome Daryan back to OUG.... ah now we can get our pre (very long ago) planned OUG kaki Steven's Corner meet up. Which other BRAT belongs to OUG or the vicinity (Happy Garden, United Garden, Sri Petaling, Bukit Jalil, the likes!)? Hmmmmm......
Life goes on as normal. Or subnormally. I'm supposed to be typing some notes on 'The Acquisition of Language'. Actually, I was typing notes on that particular topic and then, the handwriting of my fellow coursemates got too individualistic to bear with... so here I am looking at my clean Dano (not w:bloggar today) and my brain's a bit muddled with Cardinal Vowels and Pure Vowels and Velic and Glottalic Positions and what not. Well a whole load of crap that I'm actually trying to digest while fiddling with some knowledge hidden *somewhere* at the back of my head about babbling, motherese and acquisition orders! I really enjoy General Linguistics except for the dictation sessions and the 'sit up straight and repeat after me' after which we go through the whole /i/, /i:/, /u/, /u:/ sequence... imagine 25 full-fledged adults (where yours truly is the youngest) making strange noises in order to 'truly understand the marvellous workings of the tongue height and its retracting effects'. Bull, I tell you. Bull...
Oh well...
Anyway just wanted to welcome Daryan back to OUG.... ah now we can get our pre (very long ago) planned OUG kaki Steven's Corner meet up. Which other BRAT belongs to OUG or the vicinity (Happy Garden, United Garden, Sri Petaling, Bukit Jalil, the likes!)? Hmmmmm......
Thursday, July 3
Obviously, Its Harry Potter
See! See! Nice or not? Nice? I think its absolutely smashing!!!
I didn't make this this! Chocobo did! He's just such a sweetie...OK ok I know how much Chocobo really hates the giggly stuff but
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh EEEEEEEEEEEEEEeekkkkkkkkkksssssssssssss This is so PWETTY PWETTY I like it very, very much!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *MUAKS* REally very nice........ AAAaaaaahhhhhh I'm going to Swoooooooooonnnnnn.... so the credits all go to him and this version is dedicated to Chocobo!!!!!
Ooh, and the site is in line with the recent launch of Order of the Phoenix. But I think you know that already!
See! See! Nice or not? Nice? I think its absolutely smashing!!!
I didn't make this this! Chocobo did! He's just such a sweetie...OK ok I know how much Chocobo really hates the giggly stuff but
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh EEEEEEEEEEEEEEeekkkkkkkkkksssssssssssss This is so PWETTY PWETTY I like it very, very much!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *MUAKS* REally very nice........ AAAaaaaahhhhhh I'm going to Swoooooooooonnnnnn.... so the credits all go to him and this version is dedicated to Chocobo!!!!!
Ooh, and the site is in line with the recent launch of Order of the Phoenix. But I think you know that already!
New design up soon...
I'll be ftp-ing a new version today. So if you come in and the site looks odd in places, you know what's wrong.
I'll be ftp-ing a new version today. So if you come in and the site looks odd in places, you know what's wrong.
Tuesday, July 1
Shallow Salesgirls
I'm not going to mention the name of the shop I was in. Not going to put down people in public. But human beings like to label people, they like to have stereotyped ideas in their head the moment they build up their first impressions. You walk into a boutique with a guy and they assume 'ooh they're a couple.' And so ... minishorts presents to you, the defining conversation:
Minishorts: I think I'll take this one.
Minishorts' Male Friend whom she just bumped into: Well, it looks great.
Salesgirl to Minishorts' Male Friend: So sir, how would you be paying for your wife?
Wwoooops there... sorry girl. We're not married. Not even dating. We're just friends who happened to bump into each other outside your precious boutique! Oh well, continuation:
Minishorts' Male Friend who decides to be very mischievous: Oh I forgot to bring my wallet so she's paying today.
Salesgirl trying to be very friendly: Hahaha... okay...
Minishorts' who decides to play along: Well he forgets all the time anyway.
Well of course the above incident wouldn't be as funny if I wasn't labelled as Chocobo's wife at the HP Warehouse sale. And to think the guy who made the blooper wasn't a salesman. This was a decent, well-educated 50-ish Caucasian who blurted out to Chocobo, "Ah those are great shoes. Your wife agrees doesn't she?"
Please remind me to tie pigtails and wear a school uniform the next time I go out with a male friend so that I'll be labelled as someone's daughter / sister instead.
I'm not going to mention the name of the shop I was in. Not going to put down people in public. But human beings like to label people, they like to have stereotyped ideas in their head the moment they build up their first impressions. You walk into a boutique with a guy and they assume 'ooh they're a couple.' And so ... minishorts presents to you, the defining conversation:
Minishorts: I think I'll take this one.
Minishorts' Male Friend whom she just bumped into: Well, it looks great.
Salesgirl to Minishorts' Male Friend: So sir, how would you be paying for your wife?
Wwoooops there... sorry girl. We're not married. Not even dating. We're just friends who happened to bump into each other outside your precious boutique! Oh well, continuation:
Minishorts' Male Friend who decides to be very mischievous: Oh I forgot to bring my wallet so she's paying today.
Salesgirl trying to be very friendly: Hahaha... okay...
Minishorts' who decides to play along: Well he forgets all the time anyway.
Well of course the above incident wouldn't be as funny if I wasn't labelled as Chocobo's wife at the HP Warehouse sale. And to think the guy who made the blooper wasn't a salesman. This was a decent, well-educated 50-ish Caucasian who blurted out to Chocobo, "Ah those are great shoes. Your wife agrees doesn't she?"
Please remind me to tie pigtails and wear a school uniform the next time I go out with a male friend so that I'll be labelled as someone's daughter / sister instead.
Okay lah. What's so OMG about my life?
I got a job. Well, so finally I'm off the 'bumming masters student' label. I'll be Editor at Oxford University Press / Penerbit Fajar Bakti's English department. The coolest thing is my (would be) boss gave me a 3 day work week! Woweee... you know the working environment in the place is really cool!!!!! I wonder what computer I'm going to get? When I went for the interview there were new G4s in fresh packed boxes outside the department.
And I won the Book Prize for my department in the faculty. Ok, so I'm in the running for the Chancellory Award which I doubt I'll win. But the Book Prize for English in my department, it belongs to me. Woweee!
There you go. OMG Factor. Not so OMG, right?
I got a job. Well, so finally I'm off the 'bumming masters student' label. I'll be Editor at Oxford University Press / Penerbit Fajar Bakti's English department. The coolest thing is my (would be) boss gave me a 3 day work week! Woweee... you know the working environment in the place is really cool!!!!! I wonder what computer I'm going to get? When I went for the interview there were new G4s in fresh packed boxes outside the department.
And I won the Book Prize for my department in the faculty. Ok, so I'm in the running for the Chancellory Award which I doubt I'll win. But the Book Prize for English in my department, it belongs to me. Woweee!
There you go. OMG Factor. Not so OMG, right?
