just minishorts.

You know with all the turmoil and storms being blown out of their little teacups in the sphere right now, and I get odd questions from people who strangely seem to think I have a little bit more insight into this strange little part of Malaysia we call the blogosphere.

'Adui, please, I don't keep track of the happenings. My news is always two days (too) late.'

People hardly believe me, but never mind that, those who suspect so come along and say, 'What you mean you don't really bother, this is your country you know, you don't take care meh?'

Well. Even MY MUM's told me to be careful of what I write. And the other day when The Star had that awesome (isn't it awesome?) 'Bloggers Beware' headline splashed across its cover, Eric called just to ask me 'Did you read the papers?'

'Yeah I saw it.'
'You better be careful okay?'
'Erm. Okay.'
'Don't write so many sensitive things.'

What do I write that's so sensitive? Pray tell me.

I think when storms get blown out of teacups, and china comes crashing across the room there's bound to be injured people here and there. And of course, family would care (they ought to), and they call out of concern. So I will do this here, now, and I promise this.

'Dear don't worry lah. My blog is mostly about stupid things. Nothing sensitive at all. I'm not so smart to write about difficult issues okay? Me very stupid one. '
'Good. Good girlfriends should turn stupid.'
'Heh? I'm not good izzit?'
'Can be better. You see, stupid girlfriends are easy to handle.'
'So you're saying I'm hard to handle lah izzit?
'Well, you can be easier to handle.'

Don't you love it when your man thinks you're smart?