i remember the days when i was blogging daily, or sometimes more than once a day. i’d log on, and the words will just flow as my fingers fly across the keyboard. now it seems like as if there’s something obstructing my thoughts, hindering and blocking any coherence that would normally come natural to me within minutes. in the past when this used to happen, it was normally due to some kind of emotion that i was feeling, and unable to pinpoint. perhaps, that is what i should attribute my writer’s block to.
i’m unsure of what exactly it is either, but it seems sad…because i’ve got an assignment due thursday and i’m still confused on what is required of me? maybe. because the two-minute long conversation with the ex no. 2* revealed that some things would never change? perhaps. because i don’t feel physically well and my undigested dinner was thrown up into the toilet bowl? possible. because the house is in a mess and in need of a desperate cleanup? likely. well in any case, i have no idea.
ah yes, i’ve got a newfound love for cars. they are exquisite, gorgeous and the sleekest machines! yes, this exposure into the automobile world was partly caused by the breakdown of my darling 20yearold piece-of-shit, but also because i’ve been hanging around CL heaps more and cars that i’d have normally ignored on the roads are pointed out to me. welll, my eyes are wide open at the sight of the enormous price tags too; so for now, i’ll make do with stupid public transport with smelly and loud people. more on my bad tram experience with annoying indian guy next time.
*[clarification: note that because the breakup with the most current ex happened within the year, all past references to "the ex" was to the guy before. so from now, the most current ex shall be the ex no. 2, whilst the other guy shall be known as the ex no. 1; should there be a need to bring him up]
