just minishorts.

I have a friend whose part time job is making and selling earrings.

A fellow blogger from Down South who has her own buy-and-sell store. Online.

And I have a lot of clothes and bags which I bought impulsively, and have never had the chance to wear.

Am thinking of setting up a store here. Online.

I thought of doing it through e-bay, but I'm too lazy to log in to so many websites at the same time. Besides, I have my own Flickr Pro, and I could set up a special album just for sellables.

Hmmmm.

OK will set it up ASAP.

*scurries off to dig out good stuff*

Watch this space.

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?

It's been a busy, busy, busy week. There was terrible jam that lasted the whole of Jalan Brickfields to Jalan Travers yesterday, I was stuck there during the whole of my lunch hour.

I thought about the past, I've been thinking and I feel, we've come so far. I've been up, and down, and I've seen quite a bit, and right now, my definitions have change.

It was, and has always been about just two things: acceptance, and sacrifice.

It's so odd, because love makes you accept the things that in normal circumstances, you would not consider, and it also makes you sacrifice the things that you usually wouldn't think of sacrificing.

That's where it becomes a test.

Nothing blind about it, really, if you think it through carefully.

You know the work is fun, but it can get a little bit hectic. Here there up down, it's like a roller coaster ride, fun but tiring, and definitely exhilirating. Sometimes I wonder if I suit the vocation, the workplace, but most of the time, despite the confusion and the complexities, I'm really grateful for this opportunity. It's working out well, I hope, or at least, I'm trying to make it work out.

It's chaotic because there're so many things racing through my mind right now. To do's, not to do's, the urgents, importants and everything-in-ones.

So goodbye for the weekend.

OMFG. OMFG. OMFG.

REASON.

The Internet is an incredible, incredible place. Made in Malaysia some more.