minishorts.net
Saturday, November 29
Minishorts Does An Emoticon Explosion
A few days ago, Minishorts was having a little.... 
with her little personal self. There's always many 
to a person, and through this little wonderful thing called the b.l.o.g. all these 
sides are unconsciously revealed.
There's an
side to every person, and you know what they all say.... the dark side is a seductive one. Minishorts decided it was enough being little goody two pants for a while, and decided to turn it all out and blast her mind off. And it felt extremely 
, mind you. It was amazingly weight-lifting to do a 
for once in her life, and it felt perfectly safe because it was all done on her personal *its all about me* blog.
So well, after that bit there came the feeling of being
. It sure wasn't a good one, but ... it was certainly refreshing to know how 
must have felt when Bush sent all those troopers into Afghanistan. So there was 
all over the place!!! The emergence was rather, well, 
and this pair of hot garments just thought,
Mind you, Minishorts sure didn't plan to do
but it came out as such.... There was no intention of 
to anybody at all. And then please let the world be reminded that minishorts.net is not meant to be a place where Minishorts will go on 
every single person in the world.
But Minishorts still believes in
, and her relationship with minishorts.net is a love affair of kinds. In the first place, the b.l.o.g. is not meant to be a place where you should 
and start thinking, 'Can or not, can or not?" I trust that readers who read personal blogs understand that there's no 
culture to it whatsoever. There's a certain truth to this 
and owning your own site makes it easy for writing openly 
about things you feel strongly for and against. Its ethical because you're not hiding behind a blanket and sending off hate mails to people. Freedom of Expression is something we all treasure very much, so why slander it when in the end, we all want to have our say?
Here's an open invitation to people who love reading. Head on over to KL Sentral on the 7th to grab a
with Minishorts, will ya? Treat those as Frappuccinos instead of beer cause I doubt they serve real beer at Starbucks.
And don't be nice unless you are nice. If you have everything nice to say, why say anything at all? Your heads for thinking sense, not spitting out untrue sweet nothings for the world to hear. And hey, 
. I like you too.
If you want the emoticons, write me and I'll give you the whole lot, or else you may pick and choose which ones you like and save them to your server please.
with her little personal self. There's always many to a person, and through this little wonderful thing called the b.l.o.g. all these sides are unconsciously revealed.
There's an
side to every person, and you know what they all say.... the dark side is a seductive one. Minishorts decided it was enough being little goody two pants for a while, and decided to turn it all out and blast her mind off. And it felt extremely , mind you. It was amazingly weight-lifting to do a for once in her life, and it felt perfectly safe because it was all done on her personal *its all about me* blog.
So well, after that bit there came the feeling of being
. It sure wasn't a good one, but ... it was certainly refreshing to know how must have felt when Bush sent all those troopers into Afghanistan. So there was all over the place!!! The emergence was rather, well, and this pair of hot garments just thought,
Mind you, Minishorts sure didn't plan to do
but it came out as such.... There was no intention of to anybody at all. And then please let the world be reminded that minishorts.net is not meant to be a place where Minishorts will go on every single person in the world.
But Minishorts still believes in
, and her relationship with minishorts.net is a love affair of kinds. In the first place, the b.l.o.g. is not meant to be a place where you should and start thinking, 'Can or not, can or not?" I trust that readers who read personal blogs understand that there's no culture to it whatsoever. There's a certain truth to this and owning your own site makes it easy for writing openly about things you feel strongly for and against. Its ethical because you're not hiding behind a blanket and sending off hate mails to people. Freedom of Expression is something we all treasure very much, so why slander it when in the end, we all want to have our say?
Here's an open invitation to people who love reading. Head on over to KL Sentral on the 7th to grab a
with Minishorts, will ya? Treat those as Frappuccinos instead of beer cause I doubt they serve real beer at Starbucks.
And don't be nice unless you are nice. If you have everything nice to say, why say anything at all? Your heads for thinking sense, not spitting out untrue sweet nothings for the world to hear. And hey, . I like you too.
If you want the emoticons, write me and I'll give you the whole lot, or else you may pick and choose which ones you like and save them to your server please.
Friday, November 28
Why I'm Here Today...
When I joined high school, there was the school magazine, and my friend wrote a short little poem about the form one class I was in, and there I had my name in it. I thought it looked cute, along with the remaining 47 of the classmates who got mentioned, but I thought the design of that book sorely lacked 'oomph'.
Two years later I got sucked into the school's editorial board along with a bunch of my friends and yeah, we wrecked havoc on the system. It was hellish trying to combine Chinese-styled concepts with Westernized ideas, and trying to impose some system into the layouts.
My biggest inspiration was the US Seventeen magazine, which cost about 17 ringgit per issue then. They had this back matter column which did exclusive of schools around the US, and I thought the designs were smashing.
When I became the Chief Editor, along with my team of editors, we stole ideas wholesale from Seventeen magazine, and at least, well, the school magazine's graduation pages finally had some kind of system to them. I still take out copies of my very first self-edited magazine and glow at the pages.
Anyway, in the same time that I was in the school's editorial board, that little gang of mine decided to try our luck with The Star BRATs and wrote in silly articles about teenage angst. We got in, we got into the same workshop even!!! We went on that very same flight to Kota Bharu (where most of the seniors went because of some Lapalala competition), and the rest, as they say, is history. Many camps and several articles later I'm still in that Bright Roving Annoying Teenagers gang, plus I've gathered hordes of friends from that ever growing community of eternally young writers-to-be.
After form 5, I did my form 6 and guess what? We had our very own newsletter/bulletin. Because of the 'experience' I seem to have what with three school magazines and the newspaper, I was pulled in to lead the bulletin's editorial team. It was a very text heavy publication, but it was also the very first sixth form bulletin that got printed in a printing press, the previous ones were all photocopied in bulk.
Anyway, I've since done my bachelor's degree in English and Literature, and headed on to postgraduate studies in Linguistics (which, btw, isn't about chunks of different languages, I'm still doing English just that I'm studying the language patterns and the societal aspects of the language). I remember 5-6 months back when I first started my classes I told myself that it was going to be a full time course. I thought I was going to have the time of my life, having 12 hours of lectures a week and keeping the rest of the time to myself. Well, maybe allocating about 8 hours a week to giving language classes to needy students, and earning some pocket money in the process.
And then, my friends were all going for interviews and ... well, sitting at home had become tiring. I decided to head on out and send out my resume just for the sake of it. I never thought of getting a job, see... I didn't think anyone would take me in. I asked for flexihours, I could only work three full days a week and take two half days because I had to attend classes from 3 pm onwards on lecture days.
Anyway, I got the job and ... it was just too good to miss!! I've thought of becoming a writer or a journalist for real when I finished my studies (being a freelance had worn out on me), I've even blogged about this in my earlier posts (when I was still struggling to finish my final semester) .... and this job offer was just too good to be true. I would have my very own iMac, my very own cubicle in the office and I would be looking at books and books and books for the rest of the week. They allowed me my irregular work hours.... and they would give me my very first official name card that said 'Editor' on it.
Do I like my job?
Yeah, I love the job. Like I said, I've always wanted to work with books, and always hoped to be an editor someday. Just that, I never knew it was possible to skip the ladder and get to here first.
Now I hope I'll be able to write my own book some day.
I'll probably be stuck in the publishing line for a very, very long time.
Two years later I got sucked into the school's editorial board along with a bunch of my friends and yeah, we wrecked havoc on the system. It was hellish trying to combine Chinese-styled concepts with Westernized ideas, and trying to impose some system into the layouts.
My biggest inspiration was the US Seventeen magazine, which cost about 17 ringgit per issue then. They had this back matter column which did exclusive of schools around the US, and I thought the designs were smashing.
When I became the Chief Editor, along with my team of editors, we stole ideas wholesale from Seventeen magazine, and at least, well, the school magazine's graduation pages finally had some kind of system to them. I still take out copies of my very first self-edited magazine and glow at the pages.
Anyway, in the same time that I was in the school's editorial board, that little gang of mine decided to try our luck with The Star BRATs and wrote in silly articles about teenage angst. We got in, we got into the same workshop even!!! We went on that very same flight to Kota Bharu (where most of the seniors went because of some Lapalala competition), and the rest, as they say, is history. Many camps and several articles later I'm still in that Bright Roving Annoying Teenagers gang, plus I've gathered hordes of friends from that ever growing community of eternally young writers-to-be.
After form 5, I did my form 6 and guess what? We had our very own newsletter/bulletin. Because of the 'experience' I seem to have what with three school magazines and the newspaper, I was pulled in to lead the bulletin's editorial team. It was a very text heavy publication, but it was also the very first sixth form bulletin that got printed in a printing press, the previous ones were all photocopied in bulk.
Anyway, I've since done my bachelor's degree in English and Literature, and headed on to postgraduate studies in Linguistics (which, btw, isn't about chunks of different languages, I'm still doing English just that I'm studying the language patterns and the societal aspects of the language). I remember 5-6 months back when I first started my classes I told myself that it was going to be a full time course. I thought I was going to have the time of my life, having 12 hours of lectures a week and keeping the rest of the time to myself. Well, maybe allocating about 8 hours a week to giving language classes to needy students, and earning some pocket money in the process.
And then, my friends were all going for interviews and ... well, sitting at home had become tiring. I decided to head on out and send out my resume just for the sake of it. I never thought of getting a job, see... I didn't think anyone would take me in. I asked for flexihours, I could only work three full days a week and take two half days because I had to attend classes from 3 pm onwards on lecture days.
Anyway, I got the job and ... it was just too good to miss!! I've thought of becoming a writer or a journalist for real when I finished my studies (being a freelance had worn out on me), I've even blogged about this in my earlier posts (when I was still struggling to finish my final semester) .... and this job offer was just too good to be true. I would have my very own iMac, my very own cubicle in the office and I would be looking at books and books and books for the rest of the week. They allowed me my irregular work hours.... and they would give me my very first official name card that said 'Editor' on it.
Do I like my job?
Yeah, I love the job. Like I said, I've always wanted to work with books, and always hoped to be an editor someday. Just that, I never knew it was possible to skip the ladder and get to here first.
Now I hope I'll be able to write my own book some day.
I'll probably be stuck in the publishing line for a very, very long time.
Thursday, November 27
I Feel Like A Female Dog
These Quiz Me games sure are hilarious... Although I personally think Minishorts in her past was, well, a pair of minishorts.
Whatever.
The other time I took a test of this kind, it said I had been a serial killer in my past. I'd like to think in this life Minishorts is actually a serial killer of sorts, of course the term ought to be metaphorical.
I've been surfing around again and I've been reading blogs again. I've been seeing several congratulatory wishes from readers to bloggers who've made the transition from the self-publishing *eeeks I have my own blog now* syndrome to the real print *eeks, I'm accomplished because if you buy a newspaper/magazine/book you'll get to read about one little weeny line i wrote that's good enough to be in print* syndrome. I've been thinking just this .... 'Huh?'
Actually, I've been wondering: what if you've already been published? Should you get into your own blog and announce, 'Hello, I've been mentioned in such and such publication today!!!', and then head on to provide all the links to your publication, if there're links available?
Have you any idea how many people out there are already published but don't make a huge fuss about it?
What's this? You're just published. Its just a line with your name. You're not even paid to be mentioned, so why the fuss. Be grateful you're not published for a stupid reason.
Over here we have people who make a huge fuss about copyright and demand triple figured payments for use of a single line of their 'individual intellectual property'.
A line that you blogged about, being mentioned in an insignificant article in an otherwise insignificant newspaper company (some BRATs are probably going to kill me for this), is totally insignificant.
That's why Minishorts doesn't go around telling people that she's published a book, or written an article in the paper, or that her blog has been mentioned in some insignificant newspaper supplement and hey there, congratulate her.
Well, then, why not? You may even give her that newspaper cutting that has her pic/name on it, and she'll autograph it for you, free of charge. Then you may cut it out and frame it up, and put it right in front of your cubicle walls, just for the whole office to see. "Hey, look, Minishorts signed her article!!" Wait wait, I'm getting my pronouns wrong. "Hey, look, that's my alter ego published in the papers. Oooh, now congratulate me because I've got my five seconds of fame."
Now bitchify me, flame me, sue me, I'm in that very mood right now. So I'm evil. But for what it takes, I bet many people agree with me. Especially if you're in the publishing line, like I am.
Things just get dirtier, and dirtier. You'll see.
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These Quiz Me games sure are hilarious... Although I personally think Minishorts in her past was, well, a pair of minishorts.
Whatever.
The other time I took a test of this kind, it said I had been a serial killer in my past. I'd like to think in this life Minishorts is actually a serial killer of sorts, of course the term ought to be metaphorical.
* * * * *
I've been surfing around again and I've been reading blogs again. I've been seeing several congratulatory wishes from readers to bloggers who've made the transition from the self-publishing *eeeks I have my own blog now* syndrome to the real print *eeks, I'm accomplished because if you buy a newspaper/magazine/book you'll get to read about one little weeny line i wrote that's good enough to be in print* syndrome. I've been thinking just this .... 'Huh?'
Actually, I've been wondering: what if you've already been published? Should you get into your own blog and announce, 'Hello, I've been mentioned in such and such publication today!!!', and then head on to provide all the links to your publication, if there're links available?
Have you any idea how many people out there are already published but don't make a huge fuss about it?
What's this? You're just published. Its just a line with your name. You're not even paid to be mentioned, so why the fuss. Be grateful you're not published for a stupid reason.
Over here we have people who make a huge fuss about copyright and demand triple figured payments for use of a single line of their 'individual intellectual property'.
A line that you blogged about, being mentioned in an insignificant article in an otherwise insignificant newspaper company (some BRATs are probably going to kill me for this), is totally insignificant.
That's why Minishorts doesn't go around telling people that she's published a book, or written an article in the paper, or that her blog has been mentioned in some insignificant newspaper supplement and hey there, congratulate her.
Well, then, why not? You may even give her that newspaper cutting that has her pic/name on it, and she'll autograph it for you, free of charge. Then you may cut it out and frame it up, and put it right in front of your cubicle walls, just for the whole office to see. "Hey, look, Minishorts signed her article!!" Wait wait, I'm getting my pronouns wrong. "Hey, look, that's my alter ego published in the papers. Oooh, now congratulate me because I've got my five seconds of fame."
Now bitchify me, flame me, sue me, I'm in that very mood right now. So I'm evil. But for what it takes, I bet many people agree with me. Especially if you're in the publishing line, like I am.
Things just get dirtier, and dirtier. You'll see.
So Minishorts Isn't As Regular As She Used To Be...
... so what does it matter?
I just don't know what to talk about these days. I don't like to sit in front of my w:bloggar screen and think the minutes away, thinking of something intelligent enough to be published online. I don't like to sit down and blog the day's events either, because it just makes that a journal entry, and I don't really want to be THAT voyeuristic.
I just want to blog when I feel like it.
So I'm not as regular as I used to be, am no longer the daily blogger...
... but does that make me less, Minishorts?
What happened yesterday?
A friend from Penang was in town. We spent the whole day shopping. First it was Sungei Wang Plaza (yes I'm crazy to head down to the BB area on a public holiday, don't remind me, the jam was stupifying). In between Extreme Mochas and U-Village Club French Toasts, we walked ourselves silly trying to get good deals (Malaysian Mega Sale extravaganza maaaaaaaaaaaa)....
6 pm, we weren't satisfied. So off we went to Mid Valley (this time no jam, thank goodness) ....and... well, spent the remaining 3 hours lounging around in MPH, where she bought several books on the dating game whilst my eyes sped read books on horoscopes. 2004 is dawning upon us and I thought I needed to get prepared. A bit confusing though, because whilst a book said that Scorpios will have a very wonderful year in relationships next year, another said that singles will remain single. Some books also said that many Monkeys will get married next year. Hah.
I was more interested in whether I'll have a bad or good year for my career.
Apparently, Minishorts can look forward to a continued uprise in the work/career area.
That doesn't sound too bad.
10 pm and we adjourned to Kuchai Lama's Ming Tien food court where the rest of the UPM AIESEC alumni joined us ....
I woke up at 1 pm this morning, btw. This morning, I had loads of things to blog about, but I sat down and watched The Glass House, then I lepakked a bit, and then drove off to IKEA to buy some unnecessary stuff and here I am. I finally blogged.
I just don't know what to talk about these days. I don't like to sit in front of my w:bloggar screen and think the minutes away, thinking of something intelligent enough to be published online. I don't like to sit down and blog the day's events either, because it just makes that a journal entry, and I don't really want to be THAT voyeuristic.
I just want to blog when I feel like it.
So I'm not as regular as I used to be, am no longer the daily blogger...
... but does that make me less, Minishorts?
What happened yesterday?
A friend from Penang was in town. We spent the whole day shopping. First it was Sungei Wang Plaza (yes I'm crazy to head down to the BB area on a public holiday, don't remind me, the jam was stupifying). In between Extreme Mochas and U-Village Club French Toasts, we walked ourselves silly trying to get good deals (Malaysian Mega Sale extravaganza maaaaaaaaaaaa)....
6 pm, we weren't satisfied. So off we went to Mid Valley (this time no jam, thank goodness) ....and... well, spent the remaining 3 hours lounging around in MPH, where she bought several books on the dating game whilst my eyes sped read books on horoscopes. 2004 is dawning upon us and I thought I needed to get prepared. A bit confusing though, because whilst a book said that Scorpios will have a very wonderful year in relationships next year, another said that singles will remain single. Some books also said that many Monkeys will get married next year. Hah.
I was more interested in whether I'll have a bad or good year for my career.
Apparently, Minishorts can look forward to a continued uprise in the work/career area.
That doesn't sound too bad.
10 pm and we adjourned to Kuchai Lama's Ming Tien food court where the rest of the UPM AIESEC alumni joined us ....
I woke up at 1 pm this morning, btw. This morning, I had loads of things to blog about, but I sat down and watched The Glass House, then I lepakked a bit, and then drove off to IKEA to buy some unnecessary stuff and here I am. I finally blogged.
Monday, November 24
It's Monday, and I'm Out of My Freaking Mind
You know I actually like talking about blogging a lot. I write a lot about it, this (almost) daily thing that's become so integrally a part of my life. Its rather cliched at times to do so, but I really, actually, in fact, and the truth is, I tend to have a lot of thoughts about what this whole web-journalling exercise constitutes. So I'm going to talk about it today, this Monday morning, this eve of Raya, this prequel to a wonderful workless two day official holiday.
The thing that I told myself was never to happen actually happened. I've officially become a part of the *gasp* blogging community.
Right. More like I've become a moderator with The Book Review Blog. Better known hereforth as Book My Blog [dot] org. I've attended my very first blog meet and actually survived it. And planning for the next meet. I've met blog-lunatics like myself and am thoroughly pleased with the lot.
Who says that net-junkies are supposed to be nerdy nutcases?
If you just popped in here and are shocked with the way this self-professed junkie writes (and designs her website), please do take my word and believe that we're cool people with cool tastes and a cool affinity with each other because we all like good coffee, good food, good clothes, good books of course, and properly sensible but good writing.
And we all don't like banning books with pontianaks because pontianaks are not scary at all.
The other thing about us is, we all wanna be famous. Thrive on the possibilities of being famous. And wanna be told we write really, really well, however fake or untrue it is. Now that we are famous, we want to be more famous. We wanna reach the TOP ONE HUNDRED list of the 'blogs that you simply should not miss out on' list although we hate to admit it. But its all we really want.
Its almost an Attention-Deficit-Therefore-We-Need-Modes-Of-Fulfillment-Thus-Blogging-Is-The-Clue syndrome, and here we are. Dear blog, today I bla bla bla. I bla bla bla and thus I bla bla bla. Oh yeah, here's a picture of the bla bla bla. I hope you enjoy yourself. End blog. See you tomorrow.
*Ping PPS*
"Heya! You, out there! Have you seen my blog?"
I absolutely can't see how we profess to be freaking afraid of Mom finding out about our blogs and still head on faithfully to blog the day. And blog about how freakingly afraid we are that our bosses and best friends will find out that we're all such sadistically attention-seeking want-it-alls. And don't want to admit it. Yet admit it.
Its such a vicious thing ler. Its crazily hypocritical.
I must be out of my mind to be writing all this down.
And its freaking long.
And I've lost count of the times I've typed the word 'freak' already. In all of its metamorphoses.
I suppose its because soda bought herself a domain and suddenly I'm inspired to blog about blogs.
And how freakingly freakolistically fantastic that we're all morphing into blog-a-holics. I feel great. Don't you?
Selamat Hari Raya, in advance.
The thing that I told myself was never to happen actually happened. I've officially become a part of the *gasp* blogging community.
Right. More like I've become a moderator with The Book Review Blog. Better known hereforth as Book My Blog [dot] org. I've attended my very first blog meet and actually survived it. And planning for the next meet. I've met blog-lunatics like myself and am thoroughly pleased with the lot.
Who says that net-junkies are supposed to be nerdy nutcases?
If you just popped in here and are shocked with the way this self-professed junkie writes (and designs her website), please do take my word and believe that we're cool people with cool tastes and a cool affinity with each other because we all like good coffee, good food, good clothes, good books of course, and properly sensible but good writing.
And we all don't like banning books with pontianaks because pontianaks are not scary at all.
The other thing about us is, we all wanna be famous. Thrive on the possibilities of being famous. And wanna be told we write really, really well, however fake or untrue it is. Now that we are famous, we want to be more famous. We wanna reach the TOP ONE HUNDRED list of the 'blogs that you simply should not miss out on' list although we hate to admit it. But its all we really want.
Its almost an Attention-Deficit-Therefore-We-Need-Modes-Of-Fulfillment-Thus-Blogging-Is-The-Clue syndrome, and here we are. Dear blog, today I bla bla bla. I bla bla bla and thus I bla bla bla. Oh yeah, here's a picture of the bla bla bla. I hope you enjoy yourself. End blog. See you tomorrow.
*Ping PPS*
"Heya! You, out there! Have you seen my blog?"
I absolutely can't see how we profess to be freaking afraid of Mom finding out about our blogs and still head on faithfully to blog the day. And blog about how freakingly afraid we are that our bosses and best friends will find out that we're all such sadistically attention-seeking want-it-alls. And don't want to admit it. Yet admit it.
Its such a vicious thing ler. Its crazily hypocritical.
I must be out of my mind to be writing all this down.
And its freaking long.
And I've lost count of the times I've typed the word 'freak' already. In all of its metamorphoses.
I suppose its because soda bought herself a domain and suddenly I'm inspired to blog about blogs.
And how freakingly freakolistically fantastic that we're all morphing into blog-a-holics. I feel great. Don't you?
Selamat Hari Raya, in advance.
Saturday, November 22
Hokkien Char Reunion
Joseph got back from New Zealand for a holiday and Davin and me decided to go to O & S Restaurant in Paramount for good ole' hokkien char. We had a splendid time yakking the hours away over oily, fatty thick yellow noodles in ooey gooey black sauce and hot grilled calamari.
Joseph's from the 1999 BRATs camp that I was a dedicated senior at, and from there we went on to several BRATs projects together, including the really cool APEC Virtual Trade Mission project in 1998 where both of us got our seven-day shot at stardom. We had this 1/2 hour youth special on NTV 7 every day, where along with about 40 other youths from Malaysian and the world around, we interviewed world political and economic leaders who had come to the conference.
I thought dinner was great... except for the fact that the old Ah Pek who takes the orders seem to think Minishorts is some mother or big kah-che or something. When Davin added a plate of Hokkien Hor Fun to the order, he had to walk over and tell me that Dav added an order. And then, he had to walk to me to ask for the money, as if I was treating a bunch of kids ....
I hope I don't look that old. I'm less than a year older than Dav, and only about two years older than Joseph!!! I think I'm going to sit in a corner and mourn the weekend away.
BTW, happy raya!
Joseph got back from New Zealand for a holiday and Davin and me decided to go to O & S Restaurant in Paramount for good ole' hokkien char. We had a splendid time yakking the hours away over oily, fatty thick yellow noodles in ooey gooey black sauce and hot grilled calamari.
Joseph's from the 1999 BRATs camp that I was a dedicated senior at, and from there we went on to several BRATs projects together, including the really cool APEC Virtual Trade Mission project in 1998 where both of us got our seven-day shot at stardom. We had this 1/2 hour youth special on NTV 7 every day, where along with about 40 other youths from Malaysian and the world around, we interviewed world political and economic leaders who had come to the conference.
I thought dinner was great... except for the fact that the old Ah Pek who takes the orders seem to think Minishorts is some mother or big kah-che or something. When Davin added a plate of Hokkien Hor Fun to the order, he had to walk over and tell me that Dav added an order. And then, he had to walk to me to ask for the money, as if I was treating a bunch of kids ....
I hope I don't look that old. I'm less than a year older than Dav, and only about two years older than Joseph!!! I think I'm going to sit in a corner and mourn the weekend away.
BTW, happy raya!
Tuesday, November 18
A Temporary Reflection
It isn't always that I have a Minishorts moment these days. These days the hours zoom past, right before my eyes... I mean there's time of course, I can even feel it, at times I sit in front of my iMac and watch the Matrix wallpaper I have plastered on my screen and feel the seconds ticking away as I count down to 4.30 pm (its the fasting month). And then I reach home I wish I had more time to do the things I want to, such as sitting down and writing something that really makes sense.
When you're keeping track of systems and contents so often, like I do, you just lose touch of your inner self. Like how I lose touch of the Minishorts spirit.
I've morphed into a workplace junkie, and I'm both relieved and mortified of this new 'development' of things.
You see it in the posts don't you? I don't sound me anymore, I don't blog everyday anymore, and the one thing that is captivating is the bursting self-revealing voyeuristic imprint of my wet hair looming in the background. Oh yeah, that controversial splash page as well.
And then I had that moment today, as I drove down the angsana tree lined roads that led me home, my CD player playing an old, unlabelled CD, on it a song that my ex had dedicated to me a long time ago when he told me he loved me.
A Minishorts moment is when that sudden burst of emotions overwhelms yours truly, and then that uneasy feeling that you're losing control takes over... then you'll feel your eyes water and soon, a single droplet rolling down your left cheek. And then another down the right. And then in anger you'll reach for a tissue from your Mashi Maro covered tissue box and curse yourself in anger.
Don't you just hate Chinese songs? Especially those by Michael Wong (that other half of the Malaysian Victor and Michael duo). They're so darn depressing.
You know why I slipped? I'll tell you why. Well, a long time ago (actually, come to think of it, three years isn't a long time), when my ex first told me about it and sang it to me on my karaoke machine, I cried because I was so touched that he loved me so much and everything was reflected in the lyrics. And then we split and I listened to the song over and over again in my attempts to remind myself of how much he really loved me and he wasn't really leaving me. And then I had to listen to it again today and those two drops were shed for the sake of ... memories? Laments of my insane dreams? Oh I know, they were for the sake of my stupidity, and for the loss and the gain that I've gathered from all these.
The best thing about this Minishorts' moment is the revelation that with that burst of emotional energy, I think I can write again and do my little thing with the keyboard.
When you're keeping track of systems and contents so often, like I do, you just lose touch of your inner self. Like how I lose touch of the Minishorts spirit.
I've morphed into a workplace junkie, and I'm both relieved and mortified of this new 'development' of things.
You see it in the posts don't you? I don't sound me anymore, I don't blog everyday anymore, and the one thing that is captivating is the bursting self-revealing voyeuristic imprint of my wet hair looming in the background. Oh yeah, that controversial splash page as well.
And then I had that moment today, as I drove down the angsana tree lined roads that led me home, my CD player playing an old, unlabelled CD, on it a song that my ex had dedicated to me a long time ago when he told me he loved me.
A Minishorts moment is when that sudden burst of emotions overwhelms yours truly, and then that uneasy feeling that you're losing control takes over... then you'll feel your eyes water and soon, a single droplet rolling down your left cheek. And then another down the right. And then in anger you'll reach for a tissue from your Mashi Maro covered tissue box and curse yourself in anger.
Don't you just hate Chinese songs? Especially those by Michael Wong (that other half of the Malaysian Victor and Michael duo). They're so darn depressing.
You know why I slipped? I'll tell you why. Well, a long time ago (actually, come to think of it, three years isn't a long time), when my ex first told me about it and sang it to me on my karaoke machine, I cried because I was so touched that he loved me so much and everything was reflected in the lyrics. And then we split and I listened to the song over and over again in my attempts to remind myself of how much he really loved me and he wasn't really leaving me. And then I had to listen to it again today and those two drops were shed for the sake of ... memories? Laments of my insane dreams? Oh I know, they were for the sake of my stupidity, and for the loss and the gain that I've gathered from all these.
The best thing about this Minishorts' moment is the revelation that with that burst of emotional energy, I think I can write again and do my little thing with the keyboard.
Saturday, November 15
Bloginality
When you blend the words 'web' and 'log' you get the word 'blog', clip it and you get 'Blog'... the phenomenon that has sucked us all into its whirlpool.... why not also, blend the word 'blog' and 'originality' and get 'bloginality'.
My Bloginality is INFJ!!!
Whatever INFJ is, I bet you can figure out by yourself. Just have to click on the link mah.
Right, if you take MY definition for the term, that is, your blog's originality, bloginality is hard to come by. Surf around and tell me what you think. Do you, as minishorts does, goes surfing and think...'awwwwww jeesh i wanna be like that!'... get back to your blog and do something that you hope is something like that? When you emulate, I suppose, you kind lose a little bit of your voice in your blog.
I do that you know?
I think its okay to emulate but not to the extent that you copy and copy until you lose touch of yourself. You just won't sound you anymore.
So what do you think of my bloginality? Oh I so hope that the Minishorts style is bloginal and that its not easy to emulate. Everyone can write you know? The trouble is how to find your own voice without being swept away by larger than life aspirations (that usually do no justice to your efforts to stand out).
And oh, bloginality should also apply to designs. Many people have asked me why I haven't migrated to MT or Nucleus... prob is I know chicken poo about PhP and I can't even make a proper design. And Minishorts is of course, very concerned about design!
Oh, btw, I was doing a bit of surfing and my DJ name is
That's like so viciously cool, you know? Hehe... I think I'll just call myself Vicious Lemon on MSN for several days.
My Bloginality is INFJ!!!
Whatever INFJ is, I bet you can figure out by yourself. Just have to click on the link mah.
Right, if you take MY definition for the term, that is, your blog's originality, bloginality is hard to come by. Surf around and tell me what you think. Do you, as minishorts does, goes surfing and think...'awwwwww jeesh i wanna be like that!'... get back to your blog and do something that you hope is something like that? When you emulate, I suppose, you kind lose a little bit of your voice in your blog.
I do that you know?
I think its okay to emulate but not to the extent that you copy and copy until you lose touch of yourself. You just won't sound you anymore.
So what do you think of my bloginality? Oh I so hope that the Minishorts style is bloginal and that its not easy to emulate. Everyone can write you know? The trouble is how to find your own voice without being swept away by larger than life aspirations (that usually do no justice to your efforts to stand out).
And oh, bloginality should also apply to designs. Many people have asked me why I haven't migrated to MT or Nucleus... prob is I know chicken poo about PhP and I can't even make a proper design. And Minishorts is of course, very concerned about design!
Oh, btw, I was doing a bit of surfing and my DJ name is
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That's like so viciously cool, you know? Hehe... I think I'll just call myself Vicious Lemon on MSN for several days.
Friday, November 14
Its Friday!!
Its Friday! Friday means good things to me because on Saturday I do not have to go to the office! *Yay* It also means I get to watch the movies that Ai Chun bought for me *double yay!!* and it also means that I get to sleep late and wake up late *triple yay!!!*
KL's becoming a pretty dangerous place to live in these days. Just the other day Daryan's phone got stolen by two men who bumped into him. Then Victor's car rear got rammed into by another car near Bandar Park, and he didn't dare to come out of the car. You know, they actually ram into cars on purpose these days to steal things away. Mom's getting pretty fidgetty about my late nights out. You know? I'm getting quite worried myself.
All that, as well as having my name registered with Timecel, to a cellphone number I've never heard of before. Some dude actually managed to use my IC number to register a fixed line with the mobile service provider some time in 2001, and now I owe Maxis 900 bucks. Like *(@#)(* !&89fdpasdfvbullshitting fucking asshole son of a bitch *!(@)($^&*#()$987 Now I have to get a police report done for to report this fraudulent and all that .... plus I have to pay the police!!
FARK FARK FARK FARK FARK stupid asses !!!
KL's becoming a pretty dangerous place to live in these days. Just the other day Daryan's phone got stolen by two men who bumped into him. Then Victor's car rear got rammed into by another car near Bandar Park, and he didn't dare to come out of the car. You know, they actually ram into cars on purpose these days to steal things away. Mom's getting pretty fidgetty about my late nights out. You know? I'm getting quite worried myself.
All that, as well as having my name registered with Timecel, to a cellphone number I've never heard of before. Some dude actually managed to use my IC number to register a fixed line with the mobile service provider some time in 2001, and now I owe Maxis 900 bucks. Like *(@#)(* !&89fdpasdfvbullshitting fucking asshole son of a bitch *!(@)($^&*#()$987 Now I have to get a police report done for to report this fraudulent and all that .... plus I have to pay the police!!
FARK FARK FARK FARK FARK stupid asses !!!
Tuesday, November 11
Tell Me Something
I've been wondering, I've managed to get myself on the 'Pop!' section in the GMBL and I still wonder what draws the people here.
I'd like to shamelessly request for something from you.
What's the question again?
Tell me this: What brings you here and what keeps you coming back?
Humour me, okay?
I'd like to shamelessly request for something from you.
What's the question again?
Tell me this: What brings you here and what keeps you coming back?
Humour me, okay?
Saturday, November 8
That Friendster Thing
You know why they all say friendster is addictive? Personally I think its a bulletin board thing. Kelv did this Bulletin Board pass-on and I think its cool enough to be migrated to this world. I've filled up the part for 'On Guys for Girls to Fill Out' and your mission, if you are a boy, is to scroll all the way down to take down the form 'On Girls for Guys to Fill Out'. And if you do that, link me, link up friendster and hahhaa... be honest in your answers.
ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT
1. cute or sexy: cute face and a sexy body
2. chest hair or none: none
3. facial hair or none: none * minishorts' a non-hairy person *
4. long hair or short hair or bald: short !!
5. broad shoulders or ordinary ones: broad lah....
7. belly or abs: eeeer... somewhere in between, those mr universe types scare the hell out of minishorts
8. square chest or man boobs: square chest lah...
9. cute ass or no ass: cute ass of course
10. car or no car: car
11. sport car or just a car: just a car, with air conditioning and a good sound system
12. smart/intellectual or good looking : smart and intellectual. good looks will be a bonus !
13. dull or romantic: romantic
14. poet or smooth talker: gaaahhhh... neither. practically romantic.
15. love shopping or loaded with cash: ??? like what's the relation? allows me to shop ...
16. younger or older: older
17. shy or outgoing: not too shy, not too outgoing
18. cash/cheque/credit card/condo/car(which one): i want... 'commitment' that's the 'C' that's the most important
19. suit or casual: casual
20. home or party person: home
21. low profile or well known: low profile
22. cooks or 2 minute noodle chef: cooks!!
On ur first date, if he kisses u..Will you:
a)slap him
b)knee him in the balls
c)kiss him back
d)bring him home
Which one: *slap him* then kiss him back...
23. cuddle or make out: cuddle, then make out
24. playful or mature : mature but playful
25. shy or kinky: shy outside, kinky inside
ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT ... *help us, help you!*
1. Regular underwear or G:
2. painted nails or not:
3. Bra or sports bra:
4. Cute n' mysterious or wild n' sexy:
5. Dressy or casual:
6. Dark or blonde hair:
7. Long or short hair:
8. Dark or light eyes:
9. Long or short nails:
10. Hat or no hat:
11. Good or bad girl:
12. Fat or thin:
13. Hair up or down:
14. Jewelry on or none:
15. Short or tall:
16. Curly or straight hair:
17. Pants or dress:
18. Tan or fair:
19. Freckles or none:
20. Indoor or outdoor:
21. Shy or outgoing:
ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT
1. cute or sexy: cute face and a sexy body
2. chest hair or none: none
3. facial hair or none: none * minishorts' a non-hairy person *
4. long hair or short hair or bald: short !!
5. broad shoulders or ordinary ones: broad lah....
7. belly or abs: eeeer... somewhere in between, those mr universe types scare the hell out of minishorts
8. square chest or man boobs: square chest lah...
9. cute ass or no ass: cute ass of course
10. car or no car: car
11. sport car or just a car: just a car, with air conditioning and a good sound system
12. smart/intellectual or good looking : smart and intellectual. good looks will be a bonus !
13. dull or romantic: romantic
14. poet or smooth talker: gaaahhhh... neither. practically romantic.
15. love shopping or loaded with cash: ??? like what's the relation? allows me to shop ...
16. younger or older: older
17. shy or outgoing: not too shy, not too outgoing
18. cash/cheque/credit card/condo/car(which one): i want... 'commitment' that's the 'C' that's the most important
19. suit or casual: casual
20. home or party person: home
21. low profile or well known: low profile
22. cooks or 2 minute noodle chef: cooks!!
On ur first date, if he kisses u..Will you:
a)slap him
b)knee him in the balls
c)kiss him back
d)bring him home
Which one: *slap him* then kiss him back...
23. cuddle or make out: cuddle, then make out
24. playful or mature : mature but playful
25. shy or kinky: shy outside, kinky inside
ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT ... *help us, help you!*
1. Regular underwear or G:
2. painted nails or not:
3. Bra or sports bra:
4. Cute n' mysterious or wild n' sexy:
5. Dressy or casual:
6. Dark or blonde hair:
7. Long or short hair:
8. Dark or light eyes:
9. Long or short nails:
10. Hat or no hat:
11. Good or bad girl:
12. Fat or thin:
13. Hair up or down:
14. Jewelry on or none:
15. Short or tall:
16. Curly or straight hair:
17. Pants or dress:
18. Tan or fair:
19. Freckles or none:
20. Indoor or outdoor:
21. Shy or outgoing:
Dum Dee Dum
Oh yes, I redid my work station. I've just taken control of several projects for higher level education, the list of publishing proposals and commisioning letters are ever increasing, and my authors still think I'm a wonderful punch bag.
Other than THAT, I thought the Matrix was really cool, I'm so glad for Trinity and I think Keanu Reeves belongs to the Matrix. Hey, John Mayer sings it. There's no such thing as the real world, man. Yes I'm very, very glad.
I actually feel the urge to do another Matrix inspired layout, but then again, I've got so many things to do.
Oh yes, I redid my work station. I've just taken control of several projects for higher level education, the list of publishing proposals and commisioning letters are ever increasing, and my authors still think I'm a wonderful punch bag.
Other than THAT, I thought the Matrix was really cool, I'm so glad for Trinity and I think Keanu Reeves belongs to the Matrix. Hey, John Mayer sings it. There's no such thing as the real world, man. Yes I'm very, very glad.
I actually feel the urge to do another Matrix inspired layout, but then again, I've got so many things to do.
Thursday, November 6
Dragging On
You know the feeling that work will never, ever end on you?
I'm getting that feeling very, very bad. My desk is relatively neat and cute now, with teddy bears and cute fans looking down at me from the top of my iMac... but there's sickening sound of work piling on top of my desk ... its like a thud thud thud of files and more files ... Just that they're not here yet... but I feel them coming.
Its the dawn of the new semester, I just got my results and well, they're short of excellent. I didn't get a full score for Research Methodology. Otherwise, having all As on four subjects would have been something to shout about, eh?
My author's been calling me over and over again to vent out her frustrations. So Minishorts' has become an emotional outlet ... like huh? Here she is pouring out her life in public and professionally...
Oh well...
If you're 23 and young and seemingly capable, people think that you have a very high resistometer so they should be able to split their problems with you. Well, of course you offer to share their problems.
I'm thinking how far should I go in this career thingy .
You think I'm paid well?
Hah.
Oh well.
What's passion got to do with anything?
No, no I'm not frustrated at all. In fact I'm pretty excited.
Just that... it scares the hell out of me that I might burn out very soon...
You'll be here for me, won't you?
I'm getting that feeling very, very bad. My desk is relatively neat and cute now, with teddy bears and cute fans looking down at me from the top of my iMac... but there's sickening sound of work piling on top of my desk ... its like a thud thud thud of files and more files ... Just that they're not here yet... but I feel them coming.
Its the dawn of the new semester, I just got my results and well, they're short of excellent. I didn't get a full score for Research Methodology. Otherwise, having all As on four subjects would have been something to shout about, eh?
My author's been calling me over and over again to vent out her frustrations. So Minishorts' has become an emotional outlet ... like huh? Here she is pouring out her life in public and professionally...
Oh well...
If you're 23 and young and seemingly capable, people think that you have a very high resistometer so they should be able to split their problems with you. Well, of course you offer to share their problems.
I'm thinking how far should I go in this career thingy .
You think I'm paid well?
Hah.
Oh well.
What's passion got to do with anything?
No, no I'm not frustrated at all. In fact I'm pretty excited.
Just that... it scares the hell out of me that I might burn out very soon...
You'll be here for me, won't you?
Tuesday, November 4
Think A Little, Sigh A Little
Hey there. I'm here. I didn't leave. You know where I went. Those of you who called, thanks. Dad's okay now. It was very minor, and he's walking again. Its affected his facial muscles though, and there's a little bit of a problem listening to him speak. But he likes to speak.
I still like the food in HK though. I like the glutinous balls that have the black sesame paste in it. Tastes delicious.
I've been stuffing myself because of the nervousness. Its a bad sign. The last time I was in HK, my ex-boyfriend had just dumped me and I was stuffing myself for the first few days and then after the fourth or fifth day, I just could not take the amount of food I was taking and then it was non-stop puking for one whole month. Now, I wonder if I can put myself into that non-stop puking mode?
Minishorts, you shall vow to keep to a morning yoghurt, lunch high protein and high vitamins and dinner prunes only diet until you lose the excess of weight that you gained during the time you were in HK.
Otherwise you'll probably need to get yourself a whole new set of clothes to fit the new 'in-between the old and the new weight' you.
Sigh...
Life.
But thank God dad's alright.
I still like the food in HK though. I like the glutinous balls that have the black sesame paste in it. Tastes delicious.
I've been stuffing myself because of the nervousness. Its a bad sign. The last time I was in HK, my ex-boyfriend had just dumped me and I was stuffing myself for the first few days and then after the fourth or fifth day, I just could not take the amount of food I was taking and then it was non-stop puking for one whole month. Now, I wonder if I can put myself into that non-stop puking mode?
Minishorts, you shall vow to keep to a morning yoghurt, lunch high protein and high vitamins and dinner prunes only diet until you lose the excess of weight that you gained during the time you were in HK.
Otherwise you'll probably need to get yourself a whole new set of clothes to fit the new 'in-between the old and the new weight' you.
Sigh...
Life.
But thank God dad's alright.
Saturday, November 1
Happy Birthday BRATs!!!!!
Halloween sorta marks the BRATs' 10th Birthday! I wrote a little short excerpt for that booklet that Niki did so I'm reproducing it here.
Dear BRATs,
I'm twenty three this year, and six years old in BRAT years. Old by BRATs standards, since BRATs is ten this year! I miss the old times, but I cherish the current fun of being known as a BRAT from the 90s and reminiscing the beating pulse of my teenage years.
When I joined BRATs, I was young and impressive, hungry for fame and yearning to see my name in print. Now that I'm an editor with an established publishing firm, the skills that I learnt from my years as an active BRAT have helped me tremendously. Definitely, I am who I am now because of my past, and BRATs has played a very definitive role in those defining adolescent years.
I just want to give BRATs a huge hug, a slurpy kiss and lovingly wish every single level of the scaffolding that makes up this amazing bunch a very very happy 10th birthday! MUAKKKKKKKZZZZ love you lots and lots and lots and lots... There you go!
Kisses and Hugs
Choo Ki
And here's the photos! You know where to go to see the rest of them!!
Happy Birthday BRATs! You're 10 today!
Singing the happy birthday song, please note that that's only like 5% of all the BRATs in the country!
That's The Star's Klang Valley Metro Editor, Tan Ju Eng (in pink, squatting lower right) with the super senior BRATs!
Yyaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmm Seng!!!!!!!! with the BRATs!!!
Keith ('96), Davin ('97), myself ('97), Niki ('95) and Hafiz ('96). I know the world is small so if you know them leave a message and say hey I know you! Right. Niki is nicsteronline btw.
Davin, Daryan ('99) and myself. Daryan is Shadowlight.
And those of us who came from OUG adjourned to Steven's Corner there after. You a blogging freak? Go visit April!
Dear BRATs,
I'm twenty three this year, and six years old in BRAT years. Old by BRATs standards, since BRATs is ten this year! I miss the old times, but I cherish the current fun of being known as a BRAT from the 90s and reminiscing the beating pulse of my teenage years.
When I joined BRATs, I was young and impressive, hungry for fame and yearning to see my name in print. Now that I'm an editor with an established publishing firm, the skills that I learnt from my years as an active BRAT have helped me tremendously. Definitely, I am who I am now because of my past, and BRATs has played a very definitive role in those defining adolescent years.
I just want to give BRATs a huge hug, a slurpy kiss and lovingly wish every single level of the scaffolding that makes up this amazing bunch a very very happy 10th birthday! MUAKKKKKKKZZZZ love you lots and lots and lots and lots... There you go!
Kisses and Hugs
Choo Ki
And here's the photos! You know where to go to see the rest of them!!
Happy Birthday BRATs! You're 10 today!
Singing the happy birthday song, please note that that's only like 5% of all the BRATs in the country!
That's The Star's Klang Valley Metro Editor, Tan Ju Eng (in pink, squatting lower right) with the super senior BRATs!
Yyaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmm Seng!!!!!!!! with the BRATs!!!
Keith ('96), Davin ('97), myself ('97), Niki ('95) and Hafiz ('96). I know the world is small so if you know them leave a message and say hey I know you! Right. Niki is nicsteronline btw.
Davin, Daryan ('99) and myself. Daryan is Shadowlight.
And those of us who came from OUG adjourned to Steven's Corner there after. You a blogging freak? Go visit April!
