just minishorts.

A few more days to the 31st, a few more days then to the 24th (hopefully the 20th instead) or else, a few more days to the 28th, and then a few more days to the 1st. I've got a series of milestones to look forward to, there's the usual questioning (I always question), and then the realization of how times have mellowed (or some may say, weathered) this argumentative, righteous bitch living inside of me. I'm a shell otherwise, a skin-wrapped mash of organs and liquid, with strange going ons running completely out of my conscious control within me. Interestingly, my bio-clock is obviously ticking, tick tick tick (I just carried yet another baby yesterday, and he almost puked on me), but this time around I'm just glad and thankful that someone wants me to be his baby incubator too.

A pregnant girlfriend was telling me how our hormones work, 'You know the moment you get married, and you do that thingy there, you sure get pregnant one ok… I guarantee…'

'Sure boh?'

'Eh, everyone around you is getting pregnant ok, this hormone thing, don't play play okay, you meet me I meet you, next thing you know you start to have your eggs coming out, haaaaaah, family planning, wait and see lah.'

'Got other ways one mah…'

'Cheh, if baby come you don't take meh? God give one woh.'

'Errr… I'm not married yet ok.'

'Can talk one mah.'

Pardon me but I'm getting goosebumps all over. I knew that our conversations would morph into THAT area one day, but hoi, after I get married only talk can ah? We're counting days only mah, be patient, be patient.

Obviously I'm talking to myself here.