just minishorts.

Was a month really that long a hiatus? It sped past me, and well, we are now in the middle of January and I'm already looking forward to February, March, April and the coming future. Suddenly I realize I'm already in my mid-twenties, and yesterday seems just a blink away.

I was picking up Eric's Pulp Fiction from Nick the other day and we were talking about this style I've come to pick up.

'Is minishorts.net different now?'
'You've gone all reflective.'
'Different, yeah?'
'Yeah, it's so… sigh… sigh… sigh… now.'

That's sort of true, I supposed. I've become more rhetorical, and the pragmatic in me is becoming more and more prominent. Sometimes, I tell my students how to prepare themselves mentally for examinations, and inwardly, I remember a certain History teacher who left the class gasping at his impeccable razor-sharp memory. Other times, when I walk past the unerased whiteboard, I stare at my own handwriting and I think, 'Gee, my handwriting's turned into the typical English teacher's scribble.'

I feel so young, yet so old, and I haven't a clue over whether I prefer being 15 or 25 anymore. I have lots of friends in their teens, and lately, I've begun to feel as if I'm getting too old to behave like that… my taste in jewellery have been reduced to wearing gold only, and I've been more enthusiastic about keeping my shoulders back and my arms at my side when I walk. I recall how, when I was 19, my first boyfriend was always nagging me over my inability to carry myself in heels (even 1 inch seemed so freaking HIGH to me), and now, I just feel nakedly short in flatties,I even loaf around the markets in heels now. I bet if PY could see me now he will prolly remember the time when he plunked in my inability to try to adjust to his 'needs' as a major reason to get rid of me.

The weekend was pretty much OKAY… I got to sleep more, on top of the unpaid overtime work I had to do (and the driving from my house to this terribly obscure place called 'Taman Saga', smacked somewhere in between Cheras and Ampang Jaya), time was fulfilled quite well… For the first time in ages, I brought my mum out to have Chinese 'tai chow' styled dinner (RICE is a taboo word in my family dinners…) two nights in a row and I feel terribly heavy today. Weight, as always, is an everlasting issue…

Yesterday was Movie Day, and Eric and I spent the first half watching 50 First Dates where I was reduced to 2 packets worth of facial tissues… now THAT is one very sad movie (watched it already?)… at night we went to catch my second serving of The Phantom of the Opera and after 2 1/2 hours I still think that The Phantom is far, far juicier than than Raoul. Every time Gerard Butler appeared I would go, 'OMG he is so damn leng chai' much to poor Eric's chagrin.

Anyway, like I said, Leroux's protagonist is called 'Erik', so…