really...

So it's been about two months since our last literary rendezvous. Have been busy. I know how this sounds like a complete excuse (which is not exactly untrue), but it's true. Have been really, truly caught up with work. This whole teaching thing is Tough. I dunno how people can last over ten years in such trying circumstances. Or could it be the innate slacker in me talking? I'm just not efficient/admin-savvy/organised/adaptable enough.

it's weird. A weekend where I can finally not think about schoolwork and I end up getting really dazed and whoozy (too much sleep? an alien concept in the current context of my life). Was trying to pack for upcoming M'sia trip but made little headway. The only headway can be attributed solely to mom's constant reminders to pack stuff A to Z. Reason for slovenly behaviour could be that self gets filled with dread when thinking about the 30-odd kids I gotta supervise. My freedom gets curtailed by them (and theirs by me), and I really really hope they behave themselves during the thing.

I'm tired of my escapist attitude. I tend to run away from things. That's why I procrastinate so much...

Am at a point where direction in life is not very clear. As in...there seems to be several things I can do, but none that I'm actually doing, or intending to do. Or...k I just need to pray. Disoriented...