just minishorts.

I wrote this in a comments reply. Some things that you thought were right, but are in fact wrong.

Fruit vs fruits/Fish vs fishes/Bread vs breads–If you didn't know already, you're not supposed to add the plural marker -s or -es just for the sake of identifying the noun as a plural one. The plural marker is implemented to distinguish variety. The singular form is also used as the usual plural form for all these words. Did you not know this already?

Anyway I learnt this on the job. Took me months of un-learning to do. On the other hand, I do make up my own grammatical rules here and there. The language is a living one, Damn it. You can't kill it by keeping it static. Leave it to the bloggers to cook up new terms, invent new hybrids. Besides, the word 'blog' didn't exist 10 years ago.

These are my babies. The two fish are without names. The furry one's called Fat Boy.

I've run out of my imaginative streaks these days. Blame it on the publishing line. It kills your brains.

Yum yum refers to the new instant soup mix from Campbell's. Going for RM3.40 for a box of three satchets, they're my latest addiction. One satchet makes a delicious 200ml mug of creamy mushroom, and I just had two this morning for breakfast (Mum's going to be really mad if she ever reads this).

I'm down with a very evil cough by the way. I've been coughing since Friday, and this cough is terribly bitchy. I don't really cough during the day, and for some obscure reason, the bouts choose to attack me in the wee hours of the morning. I'll be coughing through the night, just as I try to sleep, and even that 'go-to-bed' flu pill the doctor's prescribe can't keep me asleep.

This morning was horrible, I woke up from a very bad night, with this blot of gooey thing stuck in my throat. After much trouble trying to choke the goo out, it decided to bail–and take a teaspoonful of blood with it.

Some say it's the baboon's fault. Since it arrived, the department's never been entirely full–someone always has to be absent. Last week it was the secretary. Then it was the guy behind me, he got a two-day mc too. I had a two-day mc since Monday and might be extending it for the week. The girl next to me broke her ankle at church and won't be in for three weeks.

I'm going to get myself some fengshui crystals. Or something. Help?

It's not entirely rightful to label these days 'odd'. That said, it's been weeks since the last heavy rainfall, so the weather now ought to be considered calm, and peaceful. One should not over-complain.

That said, the city's been shrouded in a musky veil of the haze, and that isn't comfortable at all. Sometimes, in the calm, an intruder decides to stumble into the realm, motivating a stirring rumble, that threatens to erupt at any moment.

But not just yet.

You know what she's trying to get at, don't you? Well, pardon me, but usually they don't, so it's okay to ramble on. Ramblings, yes, that's what they are, yes, yes, but not of insanity, Thank God for that. It's a perfectly functional clockwork, and like how all perfectly functional clockworks KNOW how they ought to function, this one knows where it begins, and where it stalls in midpoint… just, the end ain't nearly that near yet.

Oh you know discomfort when see it a mile away, you never thought you were ever going to be thisclose to facing it, but now that you are, what are you supposed to do?

She thinks.

Mummy's let me into a little open secret, that she thinks everyone else ought to know already. You can't trust no on. You've just got to trust somebody. That someone ought to be someone you know you can trust. Right.

But who?

Mummy's told me. The trick is in finding the right person to trust.

She wants to trust Mummy, but like all girls her age, that's slightly difficult to do when opinions clash over and over again. Of course, deep, deep inside you know she trusts Mummy the most.

For now. No, no. Not you, unlike the way you'd want it to. Maybe one day, maybe, but not now really. She's been thinking a lot lately, and nope, the sleeves seem to be wrong. The cuffs are getting tighter, or maybe, the material's not right. So she's walking back to her shell, and she's going to rest there for a while.

Forget it, you won't get a thing.