just minishorts.

I pop zits in public restrooms by Rectangles

To start off today's post there's this quick very personal rant about this humongous zit that has found its way to the very centre of my nose bridge. It's been there for a week! A DAMNED WEEK! and it's knn not showing any signs of subsiding… not even with my daily dabbing of Dalacin on the accursed spot.

And Eric's mom told me about not touching the thing while Eric's said that I should wait for it to dry off and pop off…

Cincia beh-tong, can?

Oh goodie, I can still crap in localized Hokkien.

Oh I'm also considering about how my boyfriend who seldom pops into my blog to read (he does, but about once a week the most and we mention things in passing) suddenly brings up his observation that I'm rolling off the clean-and-polite scale again. So this was what happened over dinner's conversation yesterday:

Eric: Eh you seem to be going beeleebala on your blog again leh…
Me: COS I STRESS MAH
Eric: I give you stress or work give you stress?
Me: Aiyah work also stress, it's piling up dear, piling up! But you also gimme stress.
Eric: Heh?
Me: Aiyah everything also stress lah.
Eric: But I don't give you stress!
Me: Got a bit lah. Here and there.
Eric: Like where?
Me: Here here, there there. You know?
Eric: Geh, if you can't point it out. That means I'm not.
Me: Eh got. Just that I'm too nice to tell you exactly where. *wink*
Eric: OK you talk kok again. What lah…
Me: I know, sien. I don't like to talk about stressful things. Can we talk about other things? Like the trip? That one is destressing

We don't talk about the blogosphere and my involvement in it (i.e. my rants, the only publicly accessible side of me) because like all rants, my rants are usually juvenile and not-worth pondering over. Or pulling hairs over. If the purpose of minishorts.net is to be a deposit box for pent up frustrations gathered from various sources over various times during the day/week, then a deposit box it shall be.

You open this box, you dump your worries in, and then you forget about it, maybe come back a week later and go ha-hee-ha over the stupid things you say when you get angry, for no apparent reason. And that's just about it.

Also sometimes I also marvel and the strange outburst of 'regality' and 'intelligence' found in some of the posts, and it's like, 'Eh? Where did that thing come out from?'

And its ha-hee-ha all over again. Heehee.

I think it's very very important to be able to laugh at yourself. It makes you a better and nicer person to deal with in real life.

Eric thinks i'm crapping you on that. He doesn't find me a very easy girlfriend at all, because I am, quote-unquote, very good at crapping him hehe. Well, I think it works both ways. And we make a great partnership that way.

I think the new developments in both our careers are doing good things to our relationship. PLEASE BE HAPPY FOR US AND PRAY THAT WE WILL CONTINUE TO MARCH FORWARD WITH GOD'S GRACE ON OURSIDE, AND OTHER WONDERFUL THINGS TO BLESS US.

And don't insult. It's bad karma to insult a stranger.

On the other hand, here's a note: writing speeches in between running projects can be quite taxing. Headache, can?

I'm working on it. Promise.

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