just minishorts.

Mum's out of town for the final days of The Great Singapore Sale. SL has taken on the responsibily of weekend 'caretaker'. Not too sure if he's doing a great job though ;).

In the meantime there have been meetings and meetings. I attended three meetings in two days (not counting the mamak meet-ups). Look, 1 1/2 hour in the office doesn't sound that bad at all when I expect the next weekly ELT meeting to go up to five hours or more. It's an oxymoronic situation, on one hand you are expected to focus your attention to the manuscript and try to 'knock it into shape', as we usually say. On the other hand, you have those bloody idiotic meetings where you sit down and listen to the higher powers nag.

You know there's this joke going around that meetings are a necessity because some people (you know who-lah) just don't have any friends, and meetings are the only time that they get to be in contact with human beings at the same time.

Shit.

Then there's the (what I deem to be) totally strange emergency call-ups. Hello? No such thing as better friends, and best friends! No such thing as favourite friends and good friends! Trashing things out and at the end of the day hashing rumours aside? The truth will set you free? What are you living in, dude? Utopia? Point is, if one is 15, maybe I can understand the idealism and dreams. But this is reality. There is no Utopia. You can't expect tears to shed, hearts to break and go home and pretend everything is okay. There's this thing called the on-off button, and there's also the reason why human beings have a brain. The brain governs the heart (and vice versa), wait, your own brain governs your own heart, and it certainly does not (never did) belonged to anyone else.

You know the thing about hitting your mid-twenties. Suddenly the greys have become more grey, and the whites are hardly there.