just minishorts.

I've got stacks of A-4 papers in neat piles on my tables (I have two), on the floor, and somewhere upstairs on my colleague's tables, waiting to be signed, to be looked at… in the computer, waiting to be printed out, on someone else's table, waiting to be approved, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Shit lah, if A-4 documents were human beings they'd probably jump back at us forcing us to at least give some kind of attention to them already.

Life sucks.

No really.

Yah .

This is what happens each time life catches up with me.

The blog stops short. We stop talking to each other (me and this blog). We stop communicating. I become distant. It beckons me to stare at it. I get bored. I think it's nicer when its quiet. I stare at it, and realize I'm not taking any action to move things.

And then I lazily plod it and put in a line.

And everything else falls into place.

Yah. That's what happens.