just minishorts.

In reciprocation to my favourite blogging friend's latest post, I'd like to say something too.

I was at the Carnival on Sunday when I met Jason, with whom my last conversational exchange lasted not more than 10 minutes (this was about 4 years ago, mind you). The first thing he said to break the ice was, 'I have been visiting your blog. '

So I didn't show it. But inside I was shuddering. Gah, read my blog just drop a comment lah. So sneaky only. Pop up behind my back one of these days and then suddenly tell me that you have been following my posts.

I mean, I know the consequences of having a blog and keeping my identity a 'not-so-secret'. Its almost akin to writing for the papers, people read your work and know who you are, and then when they meet you in real life, they tell you things like, 'Hey I read your articles.'

It feels good. Yeah. But when I do have a comments link for readers to say something, you can very well click on it and say hi.

Don't lah when I meet you only say, 'Eh I read your blog.' And then you go on to say, 'I hope you're okay now. You really got us worried there. Anyway you do look better.'

Errr… I was never THAT far behind lor. In words maybe I seem slightly emotional, but like any normal human being, I have that knack of wearing the right mask at the right occasion, and that usually means I'm perfectly okay.

I've been thinking whether my cousins know about the existence of this blog. Whether my relatives know that I've been spilling more than soup all over the Net, and whether, the word that minishorts.net is a registered entity with faithful followers that trail its growth has already reached my mother's ears.

Just the other night I was having dinner with my ex-boss, which I chose not to inform my Mum of. I told Mum that I was having a dinner meeting with three of my authors on an important project. And then I shut off my phone to allow privacy.

So, anyway, it was 9.30, my dinner was still going on, and Mum got worried. She couldn't get me, because my phone was off. So she called SL. And I told SL that I was having a dinner with my ex-boss! But you know what? I didn't know that SL told my Mum this until a week later.

Its since been 3 weeks since that dinner with my ex-boss, and my Mum still goes on behaving as if I did have a dinner meeting with the authors.

Isn't it funny how walls really have ears? And the fact that I need to remind SL to zip up his mouth to avoid Mum from being overtly worried.