minishorts.net
Oh Dear
Clarification. I had no idea my blog had been suspended. Apparently my host provider owes his host provide money so all the sites are suspended. In the meantime, it's back to the drawing board for me.
Blogspot.com that is.
Anyway, I'm still alive. I don't really have the time to update my blog yes, but fortunately because I still use blogspot, it isn't all that bad.
In the meantime, you-know-who, eh pick up my phone call lah. I'm not about to lamblast you for not informing me about the sudden suspension. If there's anything I can do to help, you know how you can contact me. My number's still the same.
Otherwise, hopefully by next week my site will have it's own domain again.
Muchas gracias. Thanks for bearing with me.
Sneak Peek: Wheee!!! I win!!!
I must remind myself to turn on my handphone's recorder the next time I get into an unexpected debate with SL dearest.
Oh you know how he is (or how most men are), they absolutely hate losing. And how women are, they just absolutely must win. Wait, the two situations aren't entirely the same. Men hate losing, women just must win. No no, they are not the same thing, they're not paraphrases of each other. Understand that one first. Next you should also know that SL is such a man, and I'm such a woman, so always, always, he hates losing, and I must win.
Ready?
Now I can proceed. So SL and me, we argue a lot, like most couples do. Fortunately most of our arguments end in the car and the next day when we meet we're fine, until the next time we argue again lah. Oh we argue about strange things, stuff like
SL: If I'm a cat, and you're a cat, then we are...
Me: I'm a human being.
SL: Wrong! We are CATS.
Me: No you nut. We're human beings. Cats don't talk.
SL: CATS! The MUSICAL!!!! Meow!!!
Me: Meow.
SL: See! You meow.
Me: Yes but cats don't talk.
SL: I talk.
Stuff like that.
Anyway, the recorder's A MUST. A MUST A MUST A MUST!!! You've just GOT TO HEAR the way SL throw up his hand in exasperation and screaming, 'Ok ok YOU WIN YOU WIN YOU WIN!!!' And then I'll try to fish out my recorder to tape up that priceless moment.
'Wait wait wait!!! Say that again. Who won???'
And then he'll just go, 'Nooooooo!!!!' and then sit really still. And there it goes. Poof. That priceless line.
Friends who know SL KNOW very very well that HE WILL NEVER LOSE. That last time he was going on and on and on crapping on a train, it got so bad he almost got another BRAT banging his head against the train windows just to shut him up.
That 'You win' line is reserved for me.
MUAHHAAHAHHAH. I feel so achieved. The next time if a debate is imminent, you're going to get it from me. Wheeeee!!
*Muaks* Love you dear.
Well
Ok. SO I haven't been myself lately. That is, you know me. Logging on on the wee hours of the night and then trashing things out. Or sneaking a post in between work.
Lately life's been such a blast this little thang here has taken the backseat in the drive of life.
Well last night, for instance, there was the Nokia Starlight Cinema do. I'm really in sync with the idea of watching a movie under a bright full moon, breathing in fresh, green air instead of putting up with the very cold stuffy freeze that you get in the GSC cinemas. So my butt was wet and aching, and my back yearned for a really comfortable cushion to lean against... otherwise, seeing Hellboy's red horns grow into shape under a sky that kept on threatening to drench us wasn't all that bad. We're already planning for another hike up the Equestrian Park next year.
My boyfriend and me keeps on argueing these days. Oh, no the relationship itself is pretty fine... except for this tiny weenie part related to the Club. Understand that this is not the first time I'm involved in a society, but this is the first time I'm involved in a society that doesn't give me space to grow naturally simply because my boyfriend happens to be second-in-command officer. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't just sit back and take a breather and appear whenever he needs me to. But usually I'm confused. Sometimes I'm a normal person, other times I'm spoken to as if I've been there forever.
It really makes me marvel at how all those women behind their successful men actually survive and keep the flame alive, so to speak.
I'm learning. Learning. An author has told me that keeping your mind focused on 'learning' as the ultimate goal of your life makes things a whole lot easier. She didn't tell me that the process of 'learning' is just so hard to adhere to. It was so much simpler as a student, at least you know that your sole goal in life was to gather knowledge. Now that I'm working and $$ figures a lot, trying to focus on learning is hard enough, trying to separate the process and the other things in life is even more challenging.
Enough crap for the week. Night. Yes it's only 3.45 pm, I know. I've been deprived. Bye.
*Sniff sniff*
Of course I mean it. I can't be going around telling you all the time how much I'm grateful for your presence.
But I thought you can feel it from me.
Its obvious when I tell you I need to see you.
Its extra clear when I call you in times of need, when tears are at the verge of falling because of the stress I get at work.
When you're the first person I tell about the problems I'm facing in my studies.
It was there all along, how much I'm grateful for your presence. I thought you knew it already. If not for you, I wouldn't be where I am now, I wouldn't be looking forward to weekends, and I wouldn't be begging you to stay a little while longer.
So why do you doubt me?
Burnout
I suppose that's what this is all about.
Help Needed
Dear all
I know you're ingeniously creative people. Minishorts has just ran out of her resources and needs your help. Could you please all help her think of a very good 'reason' to tell her Mummy something otherwise? There's this thing at the end of this week that she simply has got to go to but Mummy mustn't know for what. But you already know. Shhh... its an all expenses paid weekend getaway by SL.
Sounds romantic, huh?
But it won't work unless she's got a very valid reason.
So think away and help her play.
Gah...
After a week, you'd have thought that there's more sense to all these. Unfortunately, the Earth chooses to continue on its drowsy mechanical spinning on its axis, and here she is wasting away.
I fell ill again.
Four MCs in two months. Hip hip hurrah. Here's health, or what's left of it. *sigh*
I've grown to hate the things that surround my very 'well-being'. That, that and that. They all fall into place like dreaded bombs, waiting to explode all at once. I deplore the attention that is given, and yet have no choice but to accept.
Look, you. I know you're older, more seasoned. I'm just trying to do my job. Look, you. I hate talking on the phone for hours, so can't we just get over this in a civilized manner without me having to here you drone on and on about your years of experience and slam me off for 'undermining' your capabilities.
The point is, I HATE DOING THIS. So let's just get this over and done with and head on with life. At the end of the day you're the contractor and I'm the worker, and you know what they always say.
You know you've been in the workforce for a substantial length of time once you realise that contractors remain with the company longer than employees do.
Oh well. To health again.
