There I said it.
All (great) writers suffer this from time to time, and now it's my time. I only have word diarrhea here for you to read as a filler.
I'm now writing this in a state of drowsiness from my flu pill. Ooh, look at that. I think my curtains are trying to tell me something.
I don't post as much as I do now. And even if I do, it's when I'm angry. In fact, I am now kinda pissed off with school and students. But it's the same 'ol same 'ol thing, you know, about kids showing lack of commitment and respect to teachers who'd sacrifice their time for them, about being complained and threatened by the security guard that a report will be lodged to the principal about my "speeding" in the school area (FYI I only hit on the accelerator when I'm late and I know I'm wrong but I don't like being threatened so eat my smoke) and about the infinite school work. I just don't get some things. We are now incorporating technology in our work system, yet it burdens us more as we now have to do techy stuff AND keep records on those prehistoric books. My brain just farted.
It's been a long time since I wrote awesome, thought-provoking, silly things. Plus I don't travel that much anymore. Hah, I lied. I went to KL last school holidays and I'm going to Bandung in September. So yeah, no travel stories till then. There's nothing to talk about KL. Except that they're building an MRT at Bukit Bintang and the roads' are fucked and I was lost for a moment. Oh and there's Sephora, a makeup candy store. And there's H&M. If these stores open in KK, my life will be complete. And oh did you know that the minimal bet in the Genting Casino is RM50? And RM25 if you're riding on someone else's game? Fuck, this is the laziest holiday story I've ever written. No pictures too. Because surprise surprise, we didn't even bother to take photos even though my friends and I meet only about once a year. It's one of life's mysteries.
Then after KL I went to Mahua Waterfall at Tambunan with my colleagues. The water was fucking cold, and I think that's probably the reason I'm flirting with my curtains now. Here's photo of proof that I went out to have a life during holidays (because my photoless KL trip may not convince you) and I did not just roll in my bed for a week (which I thoroughly enjoyed for a day or two).
Then there's Good Friday and Easter and so many hours at church and I barely felt my sweet holiday and now it's gone and I'm never going to get it back and now I'm sick and angry and angry and sick since the second half of the school term started and now I really don't have any ideas to write about besides about hating my kids who disappoint me over and over again.
And so my word diarrhea ends here till I have other interesting things to say that isn't related to my disgruntled feelings towards work.
I know there's 252 followers of you out there, so if you could contribute some topics for me to run my mouth on, that'd be great.