ARGHHHHHHHHHH! *scream in frustration & maniac tugging at my rebonded roots* These past few days have been so unfulfilling, so dissatisfying. Am experiencing 1st-hand utter boredom as an unemployed personnel. Can truly, safely declare my status as a parasite to my overworked parents. In addition, I motion that the paradox of staying at home will fatten an already fattened individual into giganticious proportions to be a Fact.


Recently, in my periodic job hunting spats, I came across job offers that entails one to encompass an excellent grasp of both spoken and written English. I fulfill that pre-requisite! Or so, I thought. Unconsciously, a dominant, deep-seeded gloom had threatened to overbubble and easily erased my confident thoughts. In short - My English Sucks. This and many other puny, annoying instances had a spillover effect splashed upon my innocent family members. My deepest apologies. Been experiencing cyclical temperaments that I can only attribute to a petty personality and desolation. and No, it's not the time of the month.


Had so many thoughtful moments these past few days and without a suitable written outlet to lash it upon, I suddenly chanced upon a self-discovery. I can never be a faery-like, intriguing changeling with fantastic anecdotes or spin wonderful encounters. Try as I might, I can never fabricate tentalisingly delightful blogs that are easy on the mind and spirit like my friends, much less mould works of art to rival the likes of Jack DuBrul or Ken Palmer. My blogs are darker revelations/greviances to my blessed, fortunate yet malais soul.


I'm just a plain, simple-minded, ordinary creature with no knowledge in the overwhelming, fast-paced world, no capabilities to boast of, no achievements to shout of. Having said that, I can never encounter exciting adventures, solve deceptive murder cases or make it big in the ivy league. In fact, I suspect that as a pathetic minion, my life would be such that the least would even hesitate to cast their eyes over. Hardly a blimp to be seen or felt.


But I sure damn well can try. Where these words came from, I have utterly no idea. But as sure as the short-lived Isabella (le papillon) blazes across fields in all its splendour and fight for its survival of species,
So can I