I was sitting on the bus the other day and randomly noting the significant plummet of my writing. Occurrence and content, both. Hence, I've decided to write whenever I can, wherever.

Noting my current mechanical lifestyle, it comes at no surprise that my right brain is badly inactivated. I have no time for novels and watching movies doesn't count as activation. It's just a form of passive pacification. And I have to say, whatspp in the least is destroying all of our classic writing. I'd once prided myself on always typing in full sentences, complete with proper punctuations and whatnots, but look how much I've fallen. But even my English idol isn't doing too well hahahaha.

Therefore, I should try to write again. Okay, back to mundane topics.

Tomorrow is a Monday but I'm going to chill at home and abuse the benefits my firm bestowed upon us. The supposed "free" annual leave. Haha. My firm works in mysterious ways and it's hard to explain. But let's just say that I can not turn up for work without having to utilize my annual leave nor needing to produce an MC.

So I guess working has its set of benefits, least to say.

Next point I want to raise is that J is going on exchange to Charlottesville for 5 months. I can't believe how pretty that name sounds. And he's going to New York City. And I am going to be doing audit in a small room in Singapore. What the heck. Life, you're doing it wrong. Firstly, you cannot be giving the same person so much good fortune. You've got to spread it out to the surrounding people, i.e girlfriends, significant others and partners.

No secondly. I'm tired. Adios.

Today, I turn to blogging again.

Much as I did not want to abandon this hobby, I drifted.

I admit I drifted. And I want back.

This had been such a pure form of release.

And looking back, I could see that I was a happy kid.

I was either animated or annoyed, never sad.

Those were the simple pleasures of the past, the past I want to grip tightly to.

People will like to look back in their lives and question, "Have I changed much these past 5 years? Was it for the better or worse?" And having a blog makes this review a simple challenge.

I don't know for sure if it was for better or worse, but I had grown. Entering the workforce, I am now fully financially responsible for myself, and the future I'd like to build. Whatever which I want to have in the future, I have to start planning for it (and discount it to net present value Ha. Ha.)

I am finally... free. In a sense. I lead my life now. And I own it. If I want to quit my job and move to New York tomorrow... I can. If I want to send all the helpless strays to vets and shelters now... I can. (Thankfully I haven't seen many helpless animals around these days)

And that.. is liberating.

That, is growing up.

1. Time.

Today, my tuition kid said in class: "Cher I remember last year when you taught us you used to let us play at the board, drawing out whatever stories you told"

(Yup, at that time I used to let the kids entertain themselves (and me hah) during their 5min break by drawing out the ridiculous stories I churned out, usually about old witches on rooftops and the cat that fished a giant whale. But all these had to stop because its their PSLE year this year)

And I said: "Oh yeah, I remember too. I feel sorry for you; your teacher became so much more boring nowadays".

I don't know if its right to use such direct and politically incorrect humour on these 12 year olds "Hey Mushroom (the kid in Toad's clothes), stop complaining that its hot cause I'm freezing so the aircon will remain like this" (but then silently I'll lower the temp because I'll be damn for not appeasing these little royals), but they seem to double over in laughter so I guess its fine. Hope I don't end up ruining their childhood or something. I probably am a very unconventional teacher. (Mercifully out of the NIE system that probably has a set of boring rules on ways to conduct a lesson.)

But other than that, I'm proud of myself for trying my very best to get even the laziest bones to finish their work. Because the homework is what they owe me, and responsibility is what I owe to them.

Don't you ever say I just walked away --- I will always want you
new past