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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
The Bee is Busy

A certain pretty miss has questioned me on the lack of updates on my blog.

I am glad to announce that I am:

1. Still alive.
2. And kicking.

Though I do wish that I'm doing more of the literal kicking because lately, it seems like I have to kick increasingly hard to get into my pants. But never mind my bedroom gymnastics.

The reason of my silence can perhaps be attributed to my own undoing. You see, by blatantly exhibiting my blog address on my MSN nick, I have implicitly invited all friends and acquaintances alike to read and link my blog with free abandon. Because of this increase in readership (Yes, I mean to be ironic), I now am caught in a rather awkward situation where I:

1. Am obliged to update
2. Am obliged to refrain from bitching

The later of course severely restricts the proliferate publication of posts, given humanity's almost irrepressible impulse to bitch.

So, rather than bitching, I've been spending my time constructively. Like reading Roald Dahl's "Matilda" and discovering a rather homoerotic relationship between Miss Honey and Matilda, where the power relation is inverse and Matilda wears the pants.

I quote(and you must imagine this soft focused, rosy hued image):

"Would you let me stay with you then?"

Miss Honey said softly, "Yes, that would be heaven."


and the story ends with a twist to the conventional riding off into the sunset:

Miss Honey was still hugging the tiny girl in her arms and neither of them said a word as they stood there watching the big black car tearing round the corner at the end of the road and disappearing for ever into the distance.


And now that you are done covering your ears and screaming in anguish at the last shreds of your childhood being devastated, I apologize.

For the lack of updates.

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