Aren't we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? You know… the birth of Santa. - Bart Simpson

ah yes, here i am, again at the mercy of the cruel mistress; the blog. She is cruel, laughs at you when you are naked, but you keep coming back for more, and more! Why? Because she is the only prostitute I can afford (master wong, balls of fury). sorry just had to slip that in. now ive been back in perth for about 19 days after an awesome 2 months in malaysia, a trip home that was filled with wonders and tragedies. i worked as a teacher back in my old school, the following is a piece that i wrote when them kids were rehearsing for their school concert, not much to do when you're a relief teacher mmeh. -

You never know jack shit till you can teach it. That’s prolly the easiest way for me to sum up what my work experience has been thus far. Teaching has got to be the toughest, most fulfilling career that you can choose. One can never understand how you can be hated and loved, both very very strongly at the same time. It is simply awesome to know that you have touched a life, and will somehow be implanted within someone’s memory for the rest of their lives.

Though daunting as it may be, the first day came with great comfort knowing that I have amazing support to back me up through this beautiful journey. The smiles on the faces and the random thoughts that spews out of their unfiltered little mouths are motivation enough to drive through the hellish traffic to and fro work. Just the other day, a little darling by the name of Yasmine blurted out to me “cikgu, atuk saya ada kucing nama pondan.” Or roughly translated “teacher, my grandpa has a cat named faggot.” Priceless.

I wonder how I would or could accept my life back home, where is home anyway? they say home is where the heart is, but what if your heart belongs with a special someone? Doesn’t that justify to; home is where you feel most horny? I don’t dare doubt it.

But then again im taking the issue of having a special someone a tad too cynically. Im no cynic, I’m just trying to be cool, mmeh. Sharrap your face.

I mean I’m sure that everyone has met or is with that person who can make you smile without even trying, who you think about during sleepless nights, wondering if they’re thinking about you in the same light, and if they are, where would you two be? Loneliness is a bitch; we all know that, so in order to break isolation, we all must take chances. A chance to either make it or break it emotionally, but if breaking lonesomeness results in crashing and burning, isn’t that a lot better than slowly rotting on your bed, driven to the point of tears, just for being cowardice?

- so here i am, back home, rotting, driven to the point of near tears... guess that makes me a coward... anyone got a fork, for me thinks me need to eat my words...

It is better to die like a tiger, than to live like a pussy. - master wong, balls of fury, man i love that movie..