stories from beyond

i confess.

i was abducted by aliens over the last couple of days and hence the disappearing act. i did my very best to escape from their grasp, in a bid to return to my faithful readers as soon as possible. breaking free from my bondage, i jumped into the first hatch that i saw and ......found myself floating in outer space, where i drifted aimlessly for a few days. *sob* you just can't imagine the terror i went through. bit by bit, inch by inch, i swam my way back to earth. the experience was just too traumatic to recount.......... not convinced?

ok, let's try again. as a result of over-exposure to the intense haze over the last week, some of the smoke and harzardous content has crept into my cranium, causing an immense build-up of pressure in the cavity, a condition the doctors have termed as 'brainofoggy'. i was unable to focus and the sensation was likened to having my head in the clouds all the time. i spent the last couple of days drifting in and out of sensibility and normality. in the end, an ingenious doctor placed a low-voltage vacuum cleaner near my ear, which managed to suck the haze out of my brain and sent me on the slow but sure path of recovery. better this time?

actually, blogging is a very intense feeling. you breathe, eat and think blog. whatever you are doing, you will be thinking whether it is good blogging material and are constantly visualising how you should put it all down in black and white. you abandon all your other favourite pastimes. heck, you even forsake your job and responsibilities. so, once in a while, you just feel like the need to get away from it all....to have a piece of your life back. perhaps it was just blogger's block. anyway, i'm recharged and ready to go again.

sunday was my usual day for the 'b' game. i won't say the name of the game here because i don't want to attract the attention of people who are surfing the net for serious information about the sport. hey, here's another site about badmi........what the heck! it's just gibberish!. get the idea? anyway, i was talking to HD about the finer points of the game......ahem! actually i was just wondering why i am not getting a good grip of the racket when an eavesdropping man decided to poke his head in and answer my questions himself. who says i am not a cutey pie?! so far, my irresistible power of attraction has pulled in two hot-blooded, albeit a little too old for me, men from the vicinity of my magnetic charisma! perhaps they just cannot stand watching my flailing antics around the court and how i run around like a tired puppy. gosh! the lengths that these men will go to in order to find an excuse to talk to me! *grins*

i am pretty convinced that malaysia will soon evict me from the country and reclaim my citizenship for i am the last and only adult here that cannot play a decent game, no matter how much pointers or advise. however, i will stick to it.........until i find something else that i can do with more grace and dignity, and win HD by a far cry.

hmmmm....where is that box of pictionary again?