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Tuesday, September 30
INTERVIEW MEME QUESTIONS
Streamyx either died on me, or my modem decided to flip. Its probably a good thing anyway since I'm supposed to do focused revision for my finals which will begin this Friday. However, here are the questions for those who asked for them:
For Veritas, hmmm... I think this is going to be very interesting...
1. Tell us about your relationship with the guy who hosts you and gives you your voicing space.
2. Why must you do what you do?
3. Apart from the blog and the topic that you discuss so fervently on it, what's interesting about the rest of your life?
4. What type of person (either male or female) would you like as your partner?
5. What do you do for a living?
For Killuminati, who has just recently come to KL to join the rat race.
1. Alright, tell us how the hell you got to know someone like Veritas?
2. How do you separate yourself from Veritas, as in, don't you get urges to become like him?
3. Does your girlfriend approve of your friendship with Veritas and the fact that you are hosting Veritas?
4. KL, Melbourne, Sarawak--- what do these three places mean to you?
5. Where do you see yourself in five years?
For Fina, and because I do not know her very well, her questions are pretty general.
1. What does your blog mean to you?
2. Tell us your love story (i.e. how you met your husband and bla bla).
3. What one thing in your life that you wish you could change?
4. What is your idea of the perfect retirement plan?
5. Why do you think women nowadays are finding it harder to get hitched?
For Picolo, who has been dropping strange comments to my entries and who just recently started blogging... and who said I make him cry!!!! Minishorts dunno whether to cry or laugh to that. But here goes.
1. A bit about yourself please.
2. How did you first encounter the blog kind? (And btw, from a linguistics PoV, its very interesting that you labelled blogs as ' the blog-kind')
3. So what cyber-type plans do you have now that you've joined the big happy family of mad-cap bloggers?
4. If minishorts were a fairy and could grant you three wishes, what would they be? (Don't go say things like 'I wish for another three wishes' and so on, ya?)
5. So what keeps you coming back to minishorts? (I'm intrigued mah, why he leaves that kind of funny messages on my blog.)
A special request to the interview candidates: please do not give short answers, okay? I wanna see very long, very inquisitive and very thought-provoking responses.
Streamyx either died on me, or my modem decided to flip. Its probably a good thing anyway since I'm supposed to do focused revision for my finals which will begin this Friday. However, here are the questions for those who asked for them:
For Veritas, hmmm... I think this is going to be very interesting...
1. Tell us about your relationship with the guy who hosts you and gives you your voicing space.
2. Why must you do what you do?
3. Apart from the blog and the topic that you discuss so fervently on it, what's interesting about the rest of your life?
4. What type of person (either male or female) would you like as your partner?
5. What do you do for a living?
For Killuminati, who has just recently come to KL to join the rat race.
1. Alright, tell us how the hell you got to know someone like Veritas?
2. How do you separate yourself from Veritas, as in, don't you get urges to become like him?
3. Does your girlfriend approve of your friendship with Veritas and the fact that you are hosting Veritas?
4. KL, Melbourne, Sarawak--- what do these three places mean to you?
5. Where do you see yourself in five years?
For Fina, and because I do not know her very well, her questions are pretty general.
1. What does your blog mean to you?
2. Tell us your love story (i.e. how you met your husband and bla bla).
3. What one thing in your life that you wish you could change?
4. What is your idea of the perfect retirement plan?
5. Why do you think women nowadays are finding it harder to get hitched?
For Picolo, who has been dropping strange comments to my entries and who just recently started blogging... and who said I make him cry!!!! Minishorts dunno whether to cry or laugh to that. But here goes.
1. A bit about yourself please.
2. How did you first encounter the blog kind? (And btw, from a linguistics PoV, its very interesting that you labelled blogs as ' the blog-kind')
3. So what cyber-type plans do you have now that you've joined the big happy family of mad-cap bloggers?
4. If minishorts were a fairy and could grant you three wishes, what would they be? (Don't go say things like 'I wish for another three wishes' and so on, ya?)
5. So what keeps you coming back to minishorts? (I'm intrigued mah, why he leaves that kind of funny messages on my blog.)
A special request to the interview candidates: please do not give short answers, okay? I wanna see very long, very inquisitive and very thought-provoking responses.
Friday, September 26
MIDNITE LILY INTERVIEWS MINISHORT / DARN THOSE CELCOM PEOPLE
The esteemed lily finally posted her interview questions! You can join in the fun too! Just follow the rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
1. How and why did you start blogging?
13 September 2002. Renbin (who doesn't blog) showed me Ditesh's blog (now at this site). I visited, I read, I got hooked and decided I need one too. I thought I had 'Big Little Thoughts' so I named the blog 'big little thots' but i thought biglittethots@blogspot doesn't sound cool, so I grabbed a silly nick that rhymed with 'thots' and I thought mini sounded a little controversial, and the rest, they say, is history. Oh yeah, I also wanted to blog a lot of about my *then* boyfriend and gush about how much we were in love with each other and all that. This, as we say, is history. So minishorts is now blog-happy, career wise, education successful, single, footloose and fancy-free. And I'm going to say something pretty academic about what my blog is. THE JOURNAL:
2. Who is your biggest inspiration in life?
I am inspired by many people and there is no single one that has earned the pedestal position. In no particular order, my inspiration lies in the few friends and acquaintances I know: Dr Wong, Dr Ng, Dr Quayum, Dr Shirley Lim (sorry lah I've been living around in the academia for too long), and then there's my boss Kuan, Joyce, people like Boon and Melinda, also Jiin Joo (like how many people get into CMU and then Stanford!!!!!! On scholarship some more!), then there's famous people like Gandhi, Dr M (this is not a cliche okay I'm really inspired by him and his speeches), there's Tim Sebastian (watch Hardtalk on BBC and you'll know what I mean), Hilary Clinton (atta go, that's a woman's woman) ... Yeah.... in no particular order.
3. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see?
I see myself, eyes having dark brown circles around them and fine lines thanks to late nights on the Internet and forcing myself to conduct silly online researches in order to find relevance with weblog/sms research (that's most probably what my dissertation is going to focus on, btw), chats, and waking up horribly early in the morning to drag my but to work. I see three dimples when I smile and thank the heavens for bestowing me with them.... but also, I see pimples, and large pores and scars speckling my skin and I think... GOD I LOOK HORRID. And the flab! How could I forget the flab!? I see myself and I think I need to lose weight and be more disciplined. Yes keep reminding myself. Maybe tomorrow onwards I'll start blogging my daily food and calorie intake.
4. If you weren't doing what you're doing now, what would you be doing?
If I weren't blogging now, I'd be sleeping because I need to sleep early. If I weren't an editor with Fajar Bakti, I'd probably be doing my masters degree full time. If I weren't doing my masters degree, I'd probably be an editor with Fajar Bakti full time.
5. If you would star in your own TV show, what would it be about?
Well I thought my love life with the ex-bf was really tv show material. I think the part where I was trying to leave the deserted road in my black wira while he stood on looking dazed.... and then the car didn't start..... that part? That's almost Meg Ryan material. Yeah. Its good enough to be in the movies. Now did I ever blog about this? Nope. HAHAHAHAH... yeah.... urgh darn I'm stupid for making that puzzle. *sniff* I so want it back. Anyway. Over. Done. And I'm such and idiot for making that puzzle for him. Not that he's had the courtesy to initiate a reconciliation for friendship even. BLEH.
OKAY done! And I so hate Celcom. And GAWD those Linkin Park concert organizers sure are stupid to have the concert on a Wednesday. I was telling Chocobo yesterday and gloating about how cool it is to be in KL and then... I realised..... work on Wednesday usually extends to around 6-7 pm ..... like...... how the hell am I going to get to the concert from Hicom Glenmarie on time? Plus Celcom's taken up the area right in front of the stage. Like. DUH. STUPID.
And you know what? I have the feeling that the guys might just change their tour stop, what with the silly Ministry of Arts, Tourism and Culture making such silly rulings about what they can and cannot do.
And on another note, some of you might be interested to know that I've decided to attend a party where I don't know anyone. Maybe I'm feeling a little adventurous. Or maybe, the exam blues is really getting to me.
The esteemed lily finally posted her interview questions! You can join in the fun too! Just follow the rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
1. How and why did you start blogging?
13 September 2002. Renbin (who doesn't blog) showed me Ditesh's blog (now at this site). I visited, I read, I got hooked and decided I need one too. I thought I had 'Big Little Thoughts' so I named the blog 'big little thots' but i thought biglittethots@blogspot doesn't sound cool, so I grabbed a silly nick that rhymed with 'thots' and I thought mini sounded a little controversial, and the rest, they say, is history. Oh yeah, I also wanted to blog a lot of about my *then* boyfriend and gush about how much we were in love with each other and all that. This, as we say, is history. So minishorts is now blog-happy, career wise, education successful, single, footloose and fancy-free. And I'm going to say something pretty academic about what my blog is. THE JOURNAL:
'A journal is more than a memory goad. Its therapeutic. The simple act of opening a notebook (in this case, my w.bloggar programme) to put words down stills the crosscurrents of worry, drawing to focus the essential thought patterns that best define us, intersecting those thoughts with the condition of our life at that exact moment. A journal is one of the few anchors the human condition allows us.' - Randy Wayne White, 2003:85, in Reader's Digest, June 2003
2. Who is your biggest inspiration in life?
I am inspired by many people and there is no single one that has earned the pedestal position. In no particular order, my inspiration lies in the few friends and acquaintances I know: Dr Wong, Dr Ng, Dr Quayum, Dr Shirley Lim (sorry lah I've been living around in the academia for too long), and then there's my boss Kuan, Joyce, people like Boon and Melinda, also Jiin Joo (like how many people get into CMU and then Stanford!!!!!! On scholarship some more!), then there's famous people like Gandhi, Dr M (this is not a cliche okay I'm really inspired by him and his speeches), there's Tim Sebastian (watch Hardtalk on BBC and you'll know what I mean), Hilary Clinton (atta go, that's a woman's woman) ... Yeah.... in no particular order.
3. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see?
I see myself, eyes having dark brown circles around them and fine lines thanks to late nights on the Internet and forcing myself to conduct silly online researches in order to find relevance with weblog/sms research (that's most probably what my dissertation is going to focus on, btw), chats, and waking up horribly early in the morning to drag my but to work. I see three dimples when I smile and thank the heavens for bestowing me with them.... but also, I see pimples, and large pores and scars speckling my skin and I think... GOD I LOOK HORRID. And the flab! How could I forget the flab!? I see myself and I think I need to lose weight and be more disciplined. Yes keep reminding myself. Maybe tomorrow onwards I'll start blogging my daily food and calorie intake.
4. If you weren't doing what you're doing now, what would you be doing?
If I weren't blogging now, I'd be sleeping because I need to sleep early. If I weren't an editor with Fajar Bakti, I'd probably be doing my masters degree full time. If I weren't doing my masters degree, I'd probably be an editor with Fajar Bakti full time.
5. If you would star in your own TV show, what would it be about?
Well I thought my love life with the ex-bf was really tv show material. I think the part where I was trying to leave the deserted road in my black wira while he stood on looking dazed.... and then the car didn't start..... that part? That's almost Meg Ryan material. Yeah. Its good enough to be in the movies. Now did I ever blog about this? Nope. HAHAHAHAH... yeah.... urgh darn I'm stupid for making that puzzle. *sniff* I so want it back. Anyway. Over. Done. And I'm such and idiot for making that puzzle for him. Not that he's had the courtesy to initiate a reconciliation for friendship even. BLEH.
OKAY done! And I so hate Celcom. And GAWD those Linkin Park concert organizers sure are stupid to have the concert on a Wednesday. I was telling Chocobo yesterday and gloating about how cool it is to be in KL and then... I realised..... work on Wednesday usually extends to around 6-7 pm ..... like...... how the hell am I going to get to the concert from Hicom Glenmarie on time? Plus Celcom's taken up the area right in front of the stage. Like. DUH. STUPID.
And you know what? I have the feeling that the guys might just change their tour stop, what with the silly Ministry of Arts, Tourism and Culture making such silly rulings about what they can and cannot do.
And on another note, some of you might be interested to know that I've decided to attend a party where I don't know anyone. Maybe I'm feeling a little adventurous. Or maybe, the exam blues is really getting to me.
Monday, September 22
Why is a ship called a 'she'?
*snagged this off an artwork in Suchan Restaurant. Thought you'd like it.
A ship is called a 'she' because there is always a great deal of bustle around her, there is usually a gang of men about, she has a waist and stays, it takes a lot of paint to keep her good looking. It is not the initial expense that breaks you, it is the upkeep; she can be all decked out, it takes an experienced man to handle her correctly and without a man at the helm, she is absolutely uncontrollable. She shows her topside, hides her bottom, and when coming into the port, always heads for the buoys.
*snagged this off an artwork in Suchan Restaurant. Thought you'd like it.
A ship is called a 'she' because there is always a great deal of bustle around her, there is usually a gang of men about, she has a waist and stays, it takes a lot of paint to keep her good looking. It is not the initial expense that breaks you, it is the upkeep; she can be all decked out, it takes an experienced man to handle her correctly and without a man at the helm, she is absolutely uncontrollable. She shows her topside, hides her bottom, and when coming into the port, always heads for the buoys.
Sunday, September 21
Life and the Rat Race
Dinner at Kim Gary's, Sunway Pyramid. Menu: French Toast at 8.30 pm. Baked Rice in Cheese with Pork Chop. Baked Cheese drenched on Chicken Wings. Borsch Soup the Hong Kong way among others. Yak yak yakkity yak and then you remember this was a friend who was due to leave the country for the year in less than 10 days time.
'You can come to send me off next week hah?'
'Tuesday? The 30th?'
And I remembered it was *his birthday*. First time in 4 years I was not celebrating it. It would have been our 4th celebration of his birthday if we were still together.
'Of course, Viv. We'll come. So that you won't leave us forever.'
And we laughed, albeit a shaky laugh. Our Taiping friend was going to be far, far away on the other side of the world for 12 months. There goes another chill-out partner. 3 hours later we found ourselves hanging out at Viv's apartment, her boxes of clothes and stuff all packed up ready to be sent over. And I took this photo of the KL night skyline from Viv's balcony amidst hanging hankerchiefs and underwear. 1 am in the morning and you could see the lights bright and illuminating the sky, no need of flash there. Look down to the roads and you could see the traffic jams, buses and cars honking at each other...
The rat race eats you up. Rodents, scurrying all day, 24/7. It scares the hell out of KL-lites like minishorts. 2 am in the morning a friend calls you up and asks you to go hang out. 2.30 in the morning you end up in Steven's Corner and you can't find a place to seat. Sit down what do you talk about. Horror stories of eager fresh out of grad school 20-somethings getting at each other's throat as they try to snatch that coveted position away from you.
'500 applicants and only 48 were called for the interview.'
'None of them were local varsity graduates.'
'You've got to live city, breathe city air and come from the city in order to get a good job, if you want to be the one coming from a local uni and get the job.'
'That's so not true. I got a job. See where I am.'
'You're a nutcase. You're commiting suicide. I've never seen anyone holding two jobs and doing her masters degree at the same time.'
Minishorts gives him a cheeky grin. 'Oh yeah, here's my name card.'
I'm in the business now. 23 years old and suddenly I feel like a veteran.
I met a girl from south California last week. Here's a Taiwanese who migrated to the US at the age of 5. She said I looked matured.
'I think the city does that to you.'
And I'm actually proud of it. Look at yourself in the mirror, minishorts. When you were 12, people said you were 17, when you were 18, people said 24, now people in the city say you're 23 (the right age) and a 30-something south Carlifornian put you around 25. They're getting more and more accurate. I'm feeling more and more at home.
I can't think of living anywhere else except in the city. That's why I love KL. And Singapore (that's where I was born). And Hong Kong (where my dad lives).
Dinner at Kim Gary's, Sunway Pyramid. Menu: French Toast at 8.30 pm. Baked Rice in Cheese with Pork Chop. Baked Cheese drenched on Chicken Wings. Borsch Soup the Hong Kong way among others. Yak yak yakkity yak and then you remember this was a friend who was due to leave the country for the year in less than 10 days time.
'You can come to send me off next week hah?'
'Tuesday? The 30th?'
And I remembered it was *his birthday*. First time in 4 years I was not celebrating it. It would have been our 4th celebration of his birthday if we were still together.
'Of course, Viv. We'll come. So that you won't leave us forever.'
And we laughed, albeit a shaky laugh. Our Taiping friend was going to be far, far away on the other side of the world for 12 months. There goes another chill-out partner. 3 hours later we found ourselves hanging out at Viv's apartment, her boxes of clothes and stuff all packed up ready to be sent over. And I took this photo of the KL night skyline from Viv's balcony amidst hanging hankerchiefs and underwear. 1 am in the morning and you could see the lights bright and illuminating the sky, no need of flash there. Look down to the roads and you could see the traffic jams, buses and cars honking at each other...
The rat race eats you up. Rodents, scurrying all day, 24/7. It scares the hell out of KL-lites like minishorts. 2 am in the morning a friend calls you up and asks you to go hang out. 2.30 in the morning you end up in Steven's Corner and you can't find a place to seat. Sit down what do you talk about. Horror stories of eager fresh out of grad school 20-somethings getting at each other's throat as they try to snatch that coveted position away from you.
'500 applicants and only 48 were called for the interview.'
'None of them were local varsity graduates.'
'You've got to live city, breathe city air and come from the city in order to get a good job, if you want to be the one coming from a local uni and get the job.'
'That's so not true. I got a job. See where I am.'
'You're a nutcase. You're commiting suicide. I've never seen anyone holding two jobs and doing her masters degree at the same time.'
Minishorts gives him a cheeky grin. 'Oh yeah, here's my name card.'
I'm in the business now. 23 years old and suddenly I feel like a veteran.
I met a girl from south California last week. Here's a Taiwanese who migrated to the US at the age of 5. She said I looked matured.
'I think the city does that to you.'
And I'm actually proud of it. Look at yourself in the mirror, minishorts. When you were 12, people said you were 17, when you were 18, people said 24, now people in the city say you're 23 (the right age) and a 30-something south Carlifornian put you around 25. They're getting more and more accurate. I'm feeling more and more at home.
I can't think of living anywhere else except in the city. That's why I love KL. And Singapore (that's where I was born). And Hong Kong (where my dad lives).
Thursday, September 18
Ten Days Do Not Equal a Hiatus
But I got sick of the books and looking at serious stuff I decided to break my fast.
That's not showing off. That's to tell myself that work matters seriously and having 2 jobs and doing a masters degree at the same time is suicide. Partner that with owning a blog and I've got my death warrant signed and approved... but I'm not dead yet.
I'm just here to tell you that I've still been around every single day because I have to be around every single day. My monitor burnt out last night and I had to rush to Mid Valley to get myself an *what Caleb calls me a nitwit for*LG 17" Flatron. I really, really wanted a flat panel but I'm like so broke and my pay isn't coming in till next week. So anyway I'm looking at a brand new 460 ringgit LG and I dumped my scanner (anyone wants a made-in-taiwan scanner for RM 100?) and planning to get that 650 ringgit HP laserjet printer very soon and also looking at the slowly but surely diminishing bits of my bank account balance. And yes I shall take Caleb's word for it. I mean yes I shall get myself a CC very soon but just one will do. I think I'm the kind who will probably end up in debts.
Which in no way brings me to this *horrible* realization how everyone seems to know everyone else in the Malaysian blogosphere. I've always been aware of this but it is only now and recently that I realize the monstrosity of this. On one hand where we have the Kota Raya blog and the people in PPS trying to form a community of sorts within the Malaysian blogging community (where I never go to the meets because I do not have the time, and I'm too mouse-like to imagine turning up at a meet where everyone knows no one and then behave like they already know everyone *yes I'm so gonna get flamed for this line*)... its so freaky that already in my existence in the list of Le Ils et les Elles des Malaisie, almost everyone on my list knows either someone else who's related to someone else either by coincidence or something, OR just happens to know someone that I know in real life who I do not know own a blog or not. Does my sentence cohere? Obviously it doesn't. Urgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Its so freakingly complex and confusing I just don't know what to do about it. So you tell me, why on earth do we need to form a community when the community is already there?
ITS FREAKY.
Maybe its about birds of a feather flocking together. Probably, I mean, sorry, wrong connector, DEFINITELY, people who're insane enough to be hooked on blogging have to have that something in common, resulting in all of us invariably knowing someone who we didn't know already existed who actually in real life or in VR knows someone else who somehow knows you but you didn't know know you as well as someone else whom you know already but didn't know that knew somebody else who knows you and all that ...
I know it sounds like bull but it isn't bull.
AAAAAWwwwwwww dang I got distracted. Back to my studies.
That's not showing off. That's to tell myself that work matters seriously and having 2 jobs and doing a masters degree at the same time is suicide. Partner that with owning a blog and I've got my death warrant signed and approved... but I'm not dead yet.
I'm just here to tell you that I've still been around every single day because I have to be around every single day. My monitor burnt out last night and I had to rush to Mid Valley to get myself an *what Caleb calls me a nitwit for*LG 17" Flatron. I really, really wanted a flat panel but I'm like so broke and my pay isn't coming in till next week. So anyway I'm looking at a brand new 460 ringgit LG and I dumped my scanner (anyone wants a made-in-taiwan scanner for RM 100?) and planning to get that 650 ringgit HP laserjet printer very soon and also looking at the slowly but surely diminishing bits of my bank account balance. And yes I shall take Caleb's word for it. I mean yes I shall get myself a CC very soon but just one will do. I think I'm the kind who will probably end up in debts.
Which in no way brings me to this *horrible* realization how everyone seems to know everyone else in the Malaysian blogosphere. I've always been aware of this but it is only now and recently that I realize the monstrosity of this. On one hand where we have the Kota Raya blog and the people in PPS trying to form a community of sorts within the Malaysian blogging community (where I never go to the meets because I do not have the time, and I'm too mouse-like to imagine turning up at a meet where everyone knows no one and then behave like they already know everyone *yes I'm so gonna get flamed for this line*)... its so freaky that already in my existence in the list of Le Ils et les Elles des Malaisie, almost everyone on my list knows either someone else who's related to someone else either by coincidence or something, OR just happens to know someone that I know in real life who I do not know own a blog or not. Does my sentence cohere? Obviously it doesn't. Urgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Its so freakingly complex and confusing I just don't know what to do about it. So you tell me, why on earth do we need to form a community when the community is already there?
ITS FREAKY.
Maybe its about birds of a feather flocking together. Probably, I mean, sorry, wrong connector, DEFINITELY, people who're insane enough to be hooked on blogging have to have that something in common, resulting in all of us invariably knowing someone who we didn't know already existed who actually in real life or in VR knows someone else who somehow knows you but you didn't know know you as well as someone else whom you know already but didn't know that knew somebody else who knows you and all that ...
I know it sounds like bull but it isn't bull.
AAAAAWwwwwwww dang I got distracted. Back to my studies.
Sunday, September 7
THAT DREAM
Not that disturbing, but slightly. Who on earth am I kidding? You dream lucid, rapid dreams that stream images so real, so real that you almost believe they are true. Pushed them away, but they're recurring. Even the senses, olfactory, touch, taste, hearing, sight... everything is real, real, real. I woke up almost believing they were true, almost reaching for the phone, almost dialling the numbers. I remember them clearly, even though I've deleted them from my phone's memories, tip-exed them off my written phone books... shoved all the photos down into a big box that used to store the gifts that I received. I remember all that clearly.
In the dream, we were together. Not that the break up didn't occur. But in the dream, he had called me up, and he wanted a meet up. I decided to say yes. We went out, to a normal restaurant. He said he missed me. I did not really miss him, because things have changed. But I was tempted. It must have been the hormone pheromone at work. We did things. I usually don't succumb that easily. Do they have that in dreams? It was so, so real. I woke up, and I smiled to myself.
Oh dear. What was happening?
Read this. I supposed it rings true right now, after I've read it a second time. Maybe I'm lonely. Not really lonely. I just craved that feeling. Want to be cared for. Want to be missed. Want to be told I matter most. Want to trust. Want to believe. Want to hope. Want to be held, hugged and loved. Again.
And if anything goes awry, this time, I'll be the one to leave.
Am I wiser?
I met a monkey the other day. A talking monkey. It told me a horse had thrown it off its back. The monkey was not crying, but I thought it looked quite upset.
'So are you injured?'
The monkey said, 'You know what? I have no idea. I really have no idea at all.'
'So are you going to walk away?'
The monkey said, 'I know I should, I know I should. But I'm too tempted. In too deep. It's not really my fault. I like the horse too much. Maybe I'll just walk beside the horse. I think if it knows that I get tired, it just might pick me up and offer me to ride on its saddle again.'
'So don't you think that's wishful thinking?'
The monkey smiled, 'That's the thing. I'm not thinking. I'm just going to let things roll.'
'So what if you tire out?'
The monkey smiled, 'I don't know. I told you I have no idea.'
Can I be that carefree? Really?
I think I'm troubled by that dream, even though I said I'm not.
Not that disturbing, but slightly. Who on earth am I kidding? You dream lucid, rapid dreams that stream images so real, so real that you almost believe they are true. Pushed them away, but they're recurring. Even the senses, olfactory, touch, taste, hearing, sight... everything is real, real, real. I woke up almost believing they were true, almost reaching for the phone, almost dialling the numbers. I remember them clearly, even though I've deleted them from my phone's memories, tip-exed them off my written phone books... shoved all the photos down into a big box that used to store the gifts that I received. I remember all that clearly.
In the dream, we were together. Not that the break up didn't occur. But in the dream, he had called me up, and he wanted a meet up. I decided to say yes. We went out, to a normal restaurant. He said he missed me. I did not really miss him, because things have changed. But I was tempted. It must have been the hormone pheromone at work. We did things. I usually don't succumb that easily. Do they have that in dreams? It was so, so real. I woke up, and I smiled to myself.
Oh dear. What was happening?
Read this. I supposed it rings true right now, after I've read it a second time. Maybe I'm lonely. Not really lonely. I just craved that feeling. Want to be cared for. Want to be missed. Want to be told I matter most. Want to trust. Want to believe. Want to hope. Want to be held, hugged and loved. Again.
And if anything goes awry, this time, I'll be the one to leave.
Am I wiser?
I met a monkey the other day. A talking monkey. It told me a horse had thrown it off its back. The monkey was not crying, but I thought it looked quite upset.
'So are you injured?'
The monkey said, 'You know what? I have no idea. I really have no idea at all.'
'So are you going to walk away?'
The monkey said, 'I know I should, I know I should. But I'm too tempted. In too deep. It's not really my fault. I like the horse too much. Maybe I'll just walk beside the horse. I think if it knows that I get tired, it just might pick me up and offer me to ride on its saddle again.'
'So don't you think that's wishful thinking?'
The monkey smiled, 'That's the thing. I'm not thinking. I'm just going to let things roll.'
'So what if you tire out?'
The monkey smiled, 'I don't know. I told you I have no idea.'
Can I be that carefree? Really?
I think I'm troubled by that dream, even though I said I'm not.
Friday, September 5
Photos from Penang
Yes I went to Penang. Yes I took photos. But I can't show them all to you!!!!!! Okay lah show you some. Click on photos to get bigger view.
Well, told you I'd show you some of the photos.
But anyway, I'd still like to thank Jece and Shen for being nice tour guides for both me and my colleagues... and yeah... I miss the food in Penang already!
Here's the biggest proof:
These are my colleagues. Angel is standing behind me, we're both from ELT. The other two would be Susan (sitting) and Ah Hoon, both from Chinese Publishing.
I went there during the Merdeka weekend, and there was a huge cake down in the hotel lobby.
Since I was in Penang, I had to meet up with an AIESECer of course. Jece was nice enough to play tour guide.
I met up with fellow blogger Shen, better known as Chocobo...
Me and two of my colleagues extended our stay at the Cititel. L to R: Susan, Angeline and myself.
Of course you go to Penang for food. Paid RM 5 for this plate of Char Kway Teow at Lorong Selamat. Had to line up for more than 1/2 hour for it.
Don't believe it? Look at the line...
This plate cost me RM 1.20. In KL, I know that you can get it at the Bangsar Pasar Malam, tastes equally good, but more expensive, around RM 1.80 or RM 2.20 if I'm not mistaken. The same stall can be found in both SS2 Pasar Malams. Difference between KL Chee Cheong Fan and Penang one is the sauce... the Penang one uses belacan (prawn paste). To get really good KL Chee Cheong Fan you'll have to go to the Lee Lam Thye Market behind Petaling Street...
Our hotel so happened to be right above the famous Hameed sup kambing. I don't take mutton, so Angel and me shared a bowl of quail soup.
These are my colleagues. Angel is standing behind me, we're both from ELT. The other two would be Susan (sitting) and Ah Hoon, both from Chinese Publishing.
I went there during the Merdeka weekend, and there was a huge cake down in the hotel lobby.
Since I was in Penang, I had to meet up with an AIESECer of course. Jece was nice enough to play tour guide.
I met up with fellow blogger Shen, better known as Chocobo...
Me and two of my colleagues extended our stay at the Cititel. L to R: Susan, Angeline and myself.
Of course you go to Penang for food. Paid RM 5 for this plate of Char Kway Teow at Lorong Selamat. Had to line up for more than 1/2 hour for it.
Don't believe it? Look at the line...
This plate cost me RM 1.20. In KL, I know that you can get it at the Bangsar Pasar Malam, tastes equally good, but more expensive, around RM 1.80 or RM 2.20 if I'm not mistaken. The same stall can be found in both SS2 Pasar Malams. Difference between KL Chee Cheong Fan and Penang one is the sauce... the Penang one uses belacan (prawn paste). To get really good KL Chee Cheong Fan you'll have to go to the Lee Lam Thye Market behind Petaling Street...
Our hotel so happened to be right above the famous Hameed sup kambing. I don't take mutton, so Angel and me shared a bowl of quail soup.
Well, told you I'd show you some of the photos.
But anyway, I'd still like to thank Jece and Shen for being nice tour guides for both me and my colleagues... and yeah... I miss the food in Penang already!
Thursday, September 4
THE BOOK REVIEW BLOG
I didn't think that I would join this one, knowing that I haven't read a decent book in ages, well, I haven't even finished reading that stupid 'Barry Trotter and the Unauthorized Parody' and yes, Niki, it was such a waste of money, but at least some silly parts could coax a crooked smile. But I made my first review, its about the Mars and Venus on a Date bookwhich a very concerned friend of mine had purchased for me because apparently, 'Darling, its very unhealthy for you to stay at home and go online everyday, go to work and go to school only without going out to meet people, when on earth are you ever going to get hooked up?'. So yes, I read the book, it was fun, and I've posted the review up at The Book Review Blog, thanks to Grace for the invitation to join of course.
But that aside, yes I'm blogging twice today, the previous post was technically yesterday's only I started posting it a little late. And what do I have to talk about today apart from cats and mice. When a cat says 'Meow!' what does the mouse do? Run away?
Does a mouse walk willingly into the cat's paws?
When the cat says, 'Hey mousey, you're such a cutie, come here, I'll take good good care of you!' and if you are the mouse, would you go?
Or if you decided not to today, but a few hours later, you think that the cat was quite a cutey comforty and plushy cat anyway and you think that, 'Hmmm... maybe being a cat's toy would be a great idea...' so you walk in, now what if, what if, the cat decides ...
'Yucks... I don't want to eat a mouse after all. The mouse keeps running away. I'll probably catch some other fish in the sea. They're easier to find...'
So do you wish to be the mouse, or the fish?
BTW, did you know that in the Oxford Dictionary, 'Pukka' means excellent? Well over in my personal lexicon, 'pukka' sounds like a certain hokkien foul word. But hey people, have a pukka time! Enjoy yourselves!
I didn't think that I would join this one, knowing that I haven't read a decent book in ages, well, I haven't even finished reading that stupid 'Barry Trotter and the Unauthorized Parody' and yes, Niki, it was such a waste of money, but at least some silly parts could coax a crooked smile. But I made my first review, its about the Mars and Venus on a Date bookwhich a very concerned friend of mine had purchased for me because apparently, 'Darling, its very unhealthy for you to stay at home and go online everyday, go to work and go to school only without going out to meet people, when on earth are you ever going to get hooked up?'. So yes, I read the book, it was fun, and I've posted the review up at The Book Review Blog, thanks to Grace for the invitation to join of course.
But that aside, yes I'm blogging twice today, the previous post was technically yesterday's only I started posting it a little late. And what do I have to talk about today apart from cats and mice. When a cat says 'Meow!' what does the mouse do? Run away?
Does a mouse walk willingly into the cat's paws?
When the cat says, 'Hey mousey, you're such a cutie, come here, I'll take good good care of you!' and if you are the mouse, would you go?
Or if you decided not to today, but a few hours later, you think that the cat was quite a cutey comforty and plushy cat anyway and you think that, 'Hmmm... maybe being a cat's toy would be a great idea...' so you walk in, now what if, what if, the cat decides ...
'Yucks... I don't want to eat a mouse after all. The mouse keeps running away. I'll probably catch some other fish in the sea. They're easier to find...'
So do you wish to be the mouse, or the fish?
BTW, did you know that in the Oxford Dictionary, 'Pukka' means excellent? Well over in my personal lexicon, 'pukka' sounds like a certain hokkien foul word. But hey people, have a pukka time! Enjoy yourselves!
THE TRIP - TRUNCATED
This is what happens when you want to do a travel blog style but you don't do a travel blog style type in the end because you are no longer on holiday and recalling the events gets a little tiring and you're more interested in what happens in the end. Minishorts moves into the present day so The Trip has been truncated, please forget about it ... I shall talk about the now and what is happening currently.
Oh. Daryan's birthday was yesterday. So Happy Birthday Daryan. And I've got some photos of the guy in short hair at last. IMHO he looks mighty better. Maybe its just me, I've always preferred guys with short hair, well, maybe I don't want to compete with them in terms of 'Sunsilk'-y hair texture and all. But oh well. Apparently one of his high school classmates, Chor Eng, happens to be my primary school classmate of 6 years. And well, its been 13 years since I've met Chor Eng, despite me being his little sister's relief teacher once.... So... here's how small the world can be.
Anyway, we were talking about O chien and prawns and stuff that they have up in Penang, and I was thinking about seafood... you know how much of a seafood lover Minishorts is, right? Well, I really love seafood a lot, and well yeah, my favourite hawker food is of course Char Kway Teow (btw, I finished two plates of Char Kway Teow at one go and now I've gained weight after having plate after plate of Char Kway Teow...) and usually I pick out the prawns because, prawns are my least liked seafood. Speaking of prawns, the tourist-y Char Kway Teow at Lorong Selamat goes for RM 5 (small) and RM 7 (big) respectively and you'll have to wait for a very long time to get your plate. Plus you have to queue up for it!
But anyway, yeah if you were to ask me which seafood i really don't like, it should be prawns i guess. Although of course I finished up the prawns at the Lorong Selamat stall. SO EXPENSIVE MAH. I guess prawns would not be as bad as lobsters... considering the fact they are of course cheaper and at reach. You know how lobsters are, bloody expensive, have to be imported and you have to get to places to get them real cheap. And they're so hard to eat and all that. They look nice lah, red body, but yeah. pretty scary of course... considering the size of those claws. I mean, what if you get snapped at?
I think it would probably hurt a great deal. A great deal.
Although the meat inside tastes great.
Heck, what am I talking about. I should NOT be talking about food. I'm supposed to be on a diet.
This is what happens when you want to do a travel blog style but you don't do a travel blog style type in the end because you are no longer on holiday and recalling the events gets a little tiring and you're more interested in what happens in the end. Minishorts moves into the present day so The Trip has been truncated, please forget about it ... I shall talk about the now and what is happening currently.
Oh. Daryan's birthday was yesterday. So Happy Birthday Daryan. And I've got some photos of the guy in short hair at last. IMHO he looks mighty better. Maybe its just me, I've always preferred guys with short hair, well, maybe I don't want to compete with them in terms of 'Sunsilk'-y hair texture and all. But oh well. Apparently one of his high school classmates, Chor Eng, happens to be my primary school classmate of 6 years. And well, its been 13 years since I've met Chor Eng, despite me being his little sister's relief teacher once.... So... here's how small the world can be.
Anyway, we were talking about O chien and prawns and stuff that they have up in Penang, and I was thinking about seafood... you know how much of a seafood lover Minishorts is, right? Well, I really love seafood a lot, and well yeah, my favourite hawker food is of course Char Kway Teow (btw, I finished two plates of Char Kway Teow at one go and now I've gained weight after having plate after plate of Char Kway Teow...) and usually I pick out the prawns because, prawns are my least liked seafood. Speaking of prawns, the tourist-y Char Kway Teow at Lorong Selamat goes for RM 5 (small) and RM 7 (big) respectively and you'll have to wait for a very long time to get your plate. Plus you have to queue up for it!
But anyway, yeah if you were to ask me which seafood i really don't like, it should be prawns i guess. Although of course I finished up the prawns at the Lorong Selamat stall. SO EXPENSIVE MAH. I guess prawns would not be as bad as lobsters... considering the fact they are of course cheaper and at reach. You know how lobsters are, bloody expensive, have to be imported and you have to get to places to get them real cheap. And they're so hard to eat and all that. They look nice lah, red body, but yeah. pretty scary of course... considering the size of those claws. I mean, what if you get snapped at?
I think it would probably hurt a great deal. A great deal.
Although the meat inside tastes great.
Heck, what am I talking about. I should NOT be talking about food. I'm supposed to be on a diet.
Tuesday, September 2
THE TRIP
The trip was ok. First day was tiring. On the KLIA ERL express this Joshua fella, I think he was about 40-ish... suddenly started to talk to me. Gave me his business card and all and told me about his construction companies. Funny how men always talk about their careers as they want to establish themselves. He was from Sabah I think. Comes to KL frequently for business trips and all. He had several people calling him and I wish they would keep calling him so that he wouldn't come over to bore me out. Look at yourself in the mirror lah, UNCLE, you can be my father already. And then he asked me what I was working as, I told him I was going to Penang for a varsity camp.
"Oh, how old are you?"
"Just grad only lah."
"Oh... I didn't know. You look very matured."
Uh. Thank you very much.
One sided conversation went on, I wasn't even bothered to say good bye when the train finally reached the airport.
My flight was supposed to be at 3.35 btw. Air Asia's stupid flight service. Urgh. At 3.30 the plane was no where in sight. The attendants did not bother to make an announcement
At 4pm, finally, after we puzzled passengers had started to walk in and out of the departure hall, a guy with horrendous enunciation crapped about some flight to Tawau being delayed to 6 pm. Me and a few other worried passengers rushed up to find out about the missing Penang plane.
"Penang plane oso delayed?"
The flight attendant was equally blur. How's that for budget service. Luckily my company was sponsoring all of this.
Stop here first..... continuation of story tomorrow. I shall tell you about the woman from NST who made my life horrible. What a joke. OK... tell you tomorrow. Till then....
The trip was ok. First day was tiring. On the KLIA ERL express this Joshua fella, I think he was about 40-ish... suddenly started to talk to me. Gave me his business card and all and told me about his construction companies. Funny how men always talk about their careers as they want to establish themselves. He was from Sabah I think. Comes to KL frequently for business trips and all. He had several people calling him and I wish they would keep calling him so that he wouldn't come over to bore me out. Look at yourself in the mirror lah, UNCLE, you can be my father already. And then he asked me what I was working as, I told him I was going to Penang for a varsity camp.
"Oh, how old are you?"
"Just grad only lah."
"Oh... I didn't know. You look very matured."
Uh. Thank you very much.
One sided conversation went on, I wasn't even bothered to say good bye when the train finally reached the airport.
* * *
My flight was supposed to be at 3.35 btw. Air Asia's stupid flight service. Urgh. At 3.30 the plane was no where in sight. The attendants did not bother to make an announcement
At 4pm, finally, after we puzzled passengers had started to walk in and out of the departure hall, a guy with horrendous enunciation crapped about some flight to Tawau being delayed to 6 pm. Me and a few other worried passengers rushed up to find out about the missing Penang plane.
"Penang plane oso delayed?"
The flight attendant was equally blur. How's that for budget service. Luckily my company was sponsoring all of this.
Stop here first..... continuation of story tomorrow. I shall tell you about the woman from NST who made my life horrible. What a joke. OK... tell you tomorrow. Till then....
Monday, September 1
BACK IN KL
Hey guys and gals. I'm back. I didn't check my mails nor this blog after my last post, so I didn't manage to see what you guys wanted. Had a pretty good time in Penang lah... met up with some people and well, slept a lot ... for a change.
So anyway. Will update on stuff once I get the more important stuff sorted out. That means the laundry and some photos.
Hey guys and gals. I'm back. I didn't check my mails nor this blog after my last post, so I didn't manage to see what you guys wanted. Had a pretty good time in Penang lah... met up with some people and well, slept a lot ... for a change.
So anyway. Will update on stuff once I get the more important stuff sorted out. That means the laundry and some photos.
