Sunday, March 7
Just A Day
Absence for a day. I'm sure it won't do much harm right? I know I'm supposed to do a 30-day archive... but then by the time I got home from the mamak it was already 12.35. So sorry.
Of course, the day was long, starting with my overdue meal that I promised SL, in conjunction with meesh's impromptu blogmeet. I'm not a very Minishorts person, eh? Now you know she's your everyday 'blah' kinda girl, who walks the tiled pavements with a little leap and a tiny skip to every step she takes because the person who adores her is just next to her doing some other 'short-term memory' thing, 'I'm blur because you're beside me.'
Oh yes, he is, isn't he?
So later we did our own labelling of the Longhorn Beta systems... there's the X and the P and I'm your favourite OS X because, because, and because... I'm aesthetically pleasing and I hardly ever crash.
Longhorn seems to be tickled to bits, while there's another fours to this OS that remains hidden or yet to be discovered... that which someone said he'll spend 'a lifetime' to discover. 
At the end of the day, we celebrated someone's birthday. Our chum didn't look too good, his hair flatter than usual, his face paler than usual. And he wanted to borrow my favourite sidekick for the night to fight the pains away, so to speak. I'm astounded, flattered and utterly proud ... but like SL tells me, we've only got so much time in a week, we're both ultra busy people, and 'I only have one weekend every week.'
We want to spend it with the people we love. We only have that much time. We only want that extra half an hour, and we promise we'll listen. After all, we're only human.
Of course, the day was long, starting with my overdue meal that I promised SL, in conjunction with meesh's impromptu blogmeet. I'm not a very Minishorts person, eh? Now you know she's your everyday 'blah' kinda girl, who walks the tiled pavements with a little leap and a tiny skip to every step she takes because the person who adores her is just next to her doing some other 'short-term memory' thing, 'I'm blur because you're beside me.'
Oh yes, he is, isn't he?
So later we did our own labelling of the Longhorn Beta systems... there's the X and the P and I'm your favourite OS X because, because, and because... I'm aesthetically pleasing and I hardly ever crash.
Longhorn seems to be tickled to bits, while there's another fours to this OS that remains hidden or yet to be discovered... that which someone said he'll spend 'a lifetime' to discover.
At the end of the day, we celebrated someone's birthday. Our chum didn't look too good, his hair flatter than usual, his face paler than usual. And he wanted to borrow my favourite sidekick for the night to fight the pains away, so to speak. I'm astounded, flattered and utterly proud ... but like SL tells me, we've only got so much time in a week, we're both ultra busy people, and 'I only have one weekend every week.'
We want to spend it with the people we love. We only have that much time. We only want that extra half an hour, and we promise we'll listen. After all, we're only human.
