just minishorts.

Diflucan 150 mg is such a miracle drug. Now that I've popped a pill, I'm feeling rather accomplished, and terribly relieved. I now know what those Whisper microgel pads are all about. And they are absolute miracle inventions. This experience has taught me to be extra cautious and extra hygienic, and be dry, dry, dry and dry.

The day it happened I told my bosses (discreetly) about the (not-so) embarassing situation, and they literally kicked the yoghurt remedy out of the window. Seeing that I was okay again, the first thing the manager said to me was, 'Are you back with the living?'

'Why yes of course.'

Then she stared at the senior editor and all three of us burst out laughing as we started to discuss the eventual handover.

For the uninitiated, I've resigned from the day job. While there may be other outstanding issues that cost me to deliberate and finally implement this decision, in my letter I cited a need to complete my degree as the pushing factor. And this is, in truth, the actual reason.

I'm going to be a full time student and an part time worker again. Mmmm.

I've always believed that failures are, more often than not, attributed to a lack of trying, but last night, I've come to ponder whether there is such a thing as trying too hard. At the end of it when it finally dawned upon me that what I said had sliced a cut through another person's feelings, it pained me to no end.

This morning I awoke and dilly-dallied over the wash basin. While pondering over the conflict which occured last night, I thought of conflicts in the literary plot theory, and this was quite some food for thought. Rising actions and conflicts will eventually lead to a climax, and in our tragedy-obsessed society, climax seems to love being unhappy. When the descent begins in the aftermath of an distressed climax, the resolution usually results in that feeling of, 'I should have…'

That's NOT VERY GOOD, mind you!

So I have decided to attempt something else.

In the KBSM syllabus (for English), the student is exposed to two Level Three skills (teachers will be familiar to this concept of levels), 'Identifying Cause and Effect' and 'Making Simple Predictions'.

Most of us do these in real life, but when emotions override the common sense, we forget that these are necessary actions to take in order to prevent (and resolve) conflict. I definitely should serve myself more of these reminders.

Na-ah. No more extremities. Moderation is a virtue.

Well, it's exactly a week to Chinese New Year and I am DEFINITELY looking forward to that. Mum's gone and spruced up the deco in the house, and with a new set of Chinese wild berry-peony arrangement greeting the occasional visitor to the minishorts household, it looks like an interesting year to look forward to.

I'm going rather broke though. For the first time in my life I am actually contributing in cash to the expenditure, and coupling that with an impending cut in monetary income makes my lack of financial stability lagi memalukan. But I've ordered the lot, including nga ku from Carmen's mother, and some biscuits here and there.

Hopefully the visit to my mum's hometown will be fruitful one. We all love angpows, yes we do.

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