Sheylara wishes all mothers a happy mothers’ day!

Just felt like doing that even though it’s not my usual style. (And also because I’m waiting for the Goonfather to stop playing his silly PS3 game and get ready so we can go out.)

Because mothers, although they can be infuriating at times, are really nice people. Most of them, anyway.

And even if they aren’t nice, there must be a good reason why they aren’t nice.

Okay, I can’t blog anymore. Got a couple of mothers to take out to celebrate. And the Goonfather, amazingly, is now ready and he’s waiting for me, instead. ROFL.

Hope y’all have a great day, mother or otherwise.

Share with me what you did today and what you got for mum! (Give me some ideas for next year, haha).

See ya!

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Orange Boy, because he was wearing an orange t-shirt.

One day, Orange Mum took Orange Boy to Ikea. While she was having a meal at the cafeteria, she allowed Orange Boy to go into the playpen to play with the other kids.

Meanwhile, a boy named Green boy (because he was wearing a green t-shirt) arrived with his mother.

Green Mum gave Green Boy five pieces of Daim chocolate candy and said, “Be a good boy and you can eat this later, okay? I put on this table first.”

She put the chocolates on the table surrounding the playpen as Green Boy nodded obediently. She walked off.

Now, Orange Boy was in the playpen pretending to be a space pilot. His eyes lit up when he saw the chocolates on the table. He rushed to the table and grabbed the whole handful of them.

Orange Mum, who was only a little away, saw what happened and scurried to Orange Boy.

“Boy, you cannot take that. It doesn’t belong to you! Put it down.”

Orange Boy put the chocolates back sullenly. But as Orange Mum returned to her seat, he swooped down on them again.

Once again, Orange Mum abandoned her food to dispense parental guidance.

“Boy, I told you already, you cannot take other people’s things! Nah, I give you your own sweet.”

With that, she magically plucked a single Daim chocolate candy from her pocket and gave it to Orange Boy, making him put the others back.

Orange Boy waited for Orange Mum to go back to her seat. Then, again, he grabbed the chocolates that didn’t belong to him.

Orange Mum slapped her forehead and trudged wearily back to Orange Boy.

“Stop that! Nah, I give you another one. Don’t take other people’s things!!”

As Orange Mum walked back to her seat, Orange Boy looked at the two sweets in his hands. He looked at his mother. He looked at the five on the table. He’s excited about his newfound ability to make sweets grow. He grabbed the five pieces again.

Orange Mum sighed loudly, rolled her eyes and continued eating.

At this time, Green Boy, to whom the five stolen pieces of Daim belonged, was oblivious to this daylight thievery, so engrossed was he in being a pirate captain.

Unchallenged finally, Orange Boy happily hugged his ill-gotten gains as he flew around the playpen, pretending to be a jet fighter.

Now, this jet fighter was flying on empty. It ran out of fuel after a few minutes and had to stop. Orange Boy decided to go back to being a space pilot because that was more fun (and less tiring).

But he needed both hands to pilot a spacecraft and the hands in question were at this moment busy holding Daim chocolates. So, Orange Boy thought of a plan. He went to the table and set his sweets down, all seven pieces of them.

With his hands now free, he ran back to his spaceship and took the wheel.

Now, Green Mum must have been watching all this in silence from somewhere. The moment the chocolates were back on the table, she marched up to them, grabbed them all, including the two that belonged to Orange Boy, and called for Green Boy.

“Boy, it’s time to go. Take your sweets, let’s go.”

Ever so obedient, Green Boy came running over, accepted his sweets and followed after his mother.

Orange Boy’s eyes widened in shock. His chocolates were walking away! He looked towards his mother for guidance but Orange Mum pretended not to notice and looked away.

So the thief became the victim and the victim became the thief, and only one boy lived happily ever after.

The End.

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Woah. It seems like there’s a serious contender for the Annual Grand Champion of the Sheylara.com Comments Grand Prix.

Mike M, a nice chap from the USA who likes leaving inspiring messages on my blog to encourage me through tough times, blew out of seemingly nowhere to claim top spot for three months running.

He is going to be a tough act to follow for modchip, reigning Annual Grand Champion of the 2007 Comments Grand Prix, who hasn’t even received his prize for wiinning that title because I’m a lazy ass and haven’t gotten around to setting it up.

March and April also saw a few new additions to the Top Ten leaderboard. Welcome aig, Ruok, PG and plushiehamsta to the Leaderboard Hall of Fame!

I also want to make special mention of a few special people. Although they have never gotten top spot, they have been supportive enough to stick around with me unfailingly since the start.

Thanks to Jesta and JayWalk, who have been top ten every single month since I started the Comments Grand Prix in August 2007.

(Of course, modchip is also in that category, but since he’s the reigning champ of champs, it’s quite needless to say.)

Wang Wang is also a strong supporter, although she started two months later than Jesta and JayWalk, and missed a month in March. But she’s still one of the top top tens!

And all the rest of you, who have also been on-and-off regular, thanks! There are too many names to mention now but you’ll all go into the Leaderboard Hall of Fame, to be announced at the end of the year.

Cool or not?

Okay, I think that’s quite enough of a speech. Results!

Sheylara.com Comments Grand Prix
:: March 2008 Winners ::

1. Mike M (77)
2. modchip (67)
3. Jesta (21)
4. JayWalk (19)
5. shin (12)
5. PG (11)
7. Ashtar83 (11)
8. Derrick (10)
9. zield (10)
10. plushiehamsta (9)

:: April 2008 Winners ::

1. Mike M (57)
2. modchip (43)
3. Jesta (20)
4. Wang Wang (16)
5. The GoonFather (16)
6. Ashtar83 (13)
7. JayWalk (13)
8. aig (12)
9. Ruok (11)
10. Monster (10)

In case you’re wondering, the annual top ten result is calculated based on the number of comments each commenter makes in the entire year, and not based on monthly leaderboard positions.

So, like, it’s possible for someone who has never been in the top spot to still be the Annual Grand Champion, unless Mike M and modchip are both crazy enough to decide they’re not gonna let that happen.

We’ll see!

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By the way, I’m feeling okay today. Well, I said I would. Thanks for all your concern. I just needed to rant, is all.

Besides being really really sleepy and fatigued (but still having to go to Ikea and IMM and carry heavy things to and fro all day), my mood is considerably good.

So, that’s done.

I’m not surprised that I got some comments asking me not to cut my hair. But WHY?

I think I look old and haggard with long hair. I feel old and haggard with long hair.

So, here’s a chance for you to tell me whether you prefer my hair long or short. (Actually, either way, my hair is always the same style… ramrod straight. So, like, it probably doesn’t make much of a difference, anyway. Haha. Sorry, my hair can’t be any other way.)

Photos for reference.

SHORT TO MEDIUM HAIR

LONG HAIR WITH SHORT FRINGE (past)

LONG HAIR WITH FRINGE OFF FACE (current)

Actually, the photos probably aren’t very accurate for voting because I only post my good hair day photos. But who cares. Just vote.

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I hate my new place.

The shower doesn’t shower, it dribbles. I don’t know if it’s because of the new shower head or the new piping or whatever, but it literally dribbles.

When you turn the knob to jet mode, it dribbles out one weak stream about 1 cm in diameter. When you turn the knob to shower mode, you get a light drizzle, under which you’d not even bother to use an umbrella if you get that kind of drizzle outdoors.

HOW TO SHOWER LIKE THAT?!

It’s even weaker than the basin faucet, which is a gentle stream of running water. If I could shower in the basin, I would. In fact, I’m now considering bathing with a cup and pail like the ancients. That would certainly be easier. Except, with the current weakass faucets, it will take me 20 minutes to fill a pail. And I probably need about five big pails of water to bathe.

It now takes me 10 minutes to wash shampoo from my hair. And I haven’t even started on the conditioning yet. Rinsing out conditioner takes 15 minutes.

I’m spending 30 freaking minutes showering now when it used to only take me 10 minutes!!

I’m going to cut my hair short again. And if anyone dares to come up and tell me that they prefer me with long hair, I’ll punch them in the face.

And here I am, trying to save time by not eating and not sleeping so that I have more time to work, but this stupid shower just negates all the sacrifice that I’m making!!

Which brings me to the next point!!!

I feel like I got conned into taking this project and I am now working my bones off for a tiny fraction of what I’m worth, pay-wise. I can’t quit now because I have more than 20 freelance writers depending on me to publish the paper so they can see their works in print and get paid.

Plus I have to finish what I started.

But I’m neglecting all my other projects, my health, my relationships, everything, for this one stupid project, for a measly project fee which I can easily earn by shooting one TV commercial in one afternoon.

I was told that IF the paper does well, I will be paid what I’m worth for future issues. Do I look like a charity organisation?? I’m not even a partner with a profit-sharing or commission scheme, so how is it MY problem whether the thing does well or not?!

And the Goonfather was supposed to take me out to dinner tonight and I told him that I haven’t eaten anything all day so I’d like dinner to be earlier if possible but it’s 8 pm now and he HASN’T CALLED or returned my SMS!!!

Am I expected to sit here and work/starve myself to death??!

The worst thing is that I can’t blame anyone for the shower thing because, I don’t know, who the hell are we supposed to blame for lousy showers?? I NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME FOR THE SHOWER!!!

I’M REALLY ANGRY SO NOBODY STEP ON MY TOES TODAY!!!!

Lucky for you today ends in approximately four hours.

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