My Dusty Diaries

I was surfing the blog world and came across a blog where this lady mentioned that her dairies, stacks of them are collecting dust. She is childless and has no one to pass it to. One day she will either sell it on eBay (like anyone wants them) or she will chuck them out(most likely). So, she started typing down her diaries in to her blog.

This brings to mind my own diaries, not in stacks but they sure are gathering dust. Kept hidden from prying eyes.

Dating back to the 80's. Mainly day to day activities recorded down. Flipping through I find that I had forgotten some events that had happen long ago. Nothing really interesting but they do bring back some memories.

Now, do I want to publish them here. Well maybe not this blog. Maybe an other blog ? Where it won't fade, pages turned yellow, torn. It will be hear for eternity. Unless Blogger goes bust. Which I think by then I will be long gone and it won't matter anymore.

Plus I am not a person that is able to vomit emotions in public and I consider a blog a very public forum. I think I am a more interesting in person than in my blog. Here I tend to be more 'guarded' with my words and where else with my friends I tend to just shoot from my mouth.

Mean while those dusty diaries of mine will return to it's hiding place.
Until..........

Busted !

The other night we put the boys to bed. Then it was some couple time for both of us. Sat in front of the TV.......Boring.........Another one of those boring weekend nights.


Soon we started going at it (yeah just like when we were dating). Diddle......


Moved to our room, door closed and locked.


10 minutes or so (not really sure) there was a knock on the door. It's #2


We stopped our activities and asked what he wants.


He was going to the bathroom.


Asked us what is going on.


What do you think we did ? Lied to him, of course.


#2 said "I thought you (me) were having a nightmare.


Busted !


I remebered when I was young I too knocked on my parents door.

The cycle of life.

Condolences

I received a call from OP today. Her Mother passed away this morning.



Earlier she suffered a stroke and fell off her bed. She had been unconscious since then. There were bleeding in her brain.


My condolences to OP and her family.


May she rest in peace.

Mad Man's Life

My #1 asked my permission to set up a blog. Should I allow him ?

After thinking it over for some time, actually many months, I agreed to help him set it up. I hope I won't regret this decision of mine.

He was so pleased and happy.

He named his blog madmanslife. What a name. It is his site, though.

Of course I did warn him about the danger of the Internet.

"Yeah, yeah my teacher told us about it already. "

Sign......

My baby is growing up.

Patt

You see one of my '8' is acting up already. Which one is it ? The nosy part.
Yeah I am 'patt' because I like to visit other blogs.
:) So are you if you are reading this. Yup, we are all in one happy boat.

Reading blogs is not the reason why my '8' is getting extra itchy. It is because I am going to 'patt' in Ipoh.

Yes ! Ipoh. This 8th August. During the National Day period. It will be only for a few days as school reopens on Monday.

Informed the folks about my visit. Mother said " This is a very expensive 'patt'. "

They did some changes to their house. Father had been telling me this and that. Don't you think I won't be curious.

Yup, definitely a ' 8 '. :)

Dr Quack

Since I still have not went round fixing up this money making blog, I might as well fill it up with my nonsensical boring day to day ramblings.

Last weekend H complained lacked of appetite, his legs feel cold. Usually this will mean he is coming down with fever. He had loose stools too. Checked his temperatures - normal. Other than those two complains he is OK. He brought the boys to the pool came back feeling very tired. Took his bath and came out shivering. Went straight to bed. Cover himself with a pillow on his chest, a blanket and the bed cover. Poor guy.
There is definitely something wrong for him who usually sleep with out a blanket. Checked his temperature again - still normal. He slept the whole night through.

Don't know what is wrong with him. Went to the GP on Monday and the Dr can't find out what is wrong with him too. Gave him MC for one day.

So this Doctor Quack, me, made a diagnosis for him.
He had the 'Market Fever' . The Stock Market to be more precise.

Yes the stock market has been hot this few days. He has been monitoring them quite closely. Sold and bought some. So far no losses this time. (Touch wood)

Told him the diagnosis I made.
"No such thing.", he said. He is very sure he is going to come down with fever.

True enough after coming back from the clinic, he on the teletext. Still no appetite to eat and no fever at all. Spent the whole day alternating between the teletext and the computer, monitoring the market.

Me - " Well this symptoms you have are just a way for your body to release its stress. All the tension and excitement. The stress from calculating how much you earn and how much you can use to reinvest again. "

H - "Rubbish !"

He went to work yesterday still with out any appetite to eat anything. No sign of fever.

So, if this is not the 'Stock Market Fever' than I'll put my Dr Quack signboard down !

Day One - Testing

Here I am, setting up another blog. To make some money that's why. But first I need to find out how to go about it.