blocked

aaarrgghhh……. My brain cannot function!!!!
Am supposed to write this article for this journal. easy considering I have all the data I need. But I just can’t do it. it doesn’t interest me. buh. It’s almost three hours and all I do is blogphopping, checking out photos of my friends in friendster, playing spider solitaire, getting a glass of water, checking emails and anything but that. Totally frustrated.
Now am trying to fish my inner writer out by writing something else.

Anyways, Our Don passed away two days ago after the long and painful fight against liver cancer. Yesterday I saw this ‘condolences ad’ (am sure there is a name for this, but am too lazy to look for it) featuring his picture. It felt so strange, seeing somebody you personally knew there. Just doesn’t make any sense, not right. It supposed to be somebody I didn’t know, just some face without personality. But I personally knew him, I went to see him in the hospital and kissed his hand, I prayed for him, I talked to him. I still saw him as this invincible person who will be around to protect mia famiglia, even when he started to get very sick. I guess I’ll need a lot of time getting used to.

DAMN!!!! I still don’t know how to compose the article!!!! I made the outline, I have an idea about it, but I just couldn’t figure out how to start it!!!! aarrgghhh!!!!!!!

Dilemma:
My clothes doesn’t fit anymore, but my tummy’s still too small to wear maternity clothes. I looked like a kid wearing her mum’s outfit in them!

Hm. Not working. Still could not write anything am supposed to write. End up searching wikipedia for clearer meaning of oxymoron and doppelganger. Totally wasting my time. Guess I’ll try from the middle. But I’ll have to clear some mines first.

I realized something while changing diaper of my cute niece after her poo:
I got approximately 6 months left in freedom of poo and goo and everything else. GGAAAAHHHH!!!!! Must cherish every moment!!!! Must use this to get away from changing any diapers!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH…… *panic*

Still……. Not……. Working……..

Words bubulibu said when he is stressed (e.g approached by relatives he barely new):
Kapal balon aja…….

my lansing nephew say this when he wants to get some attention:
I’m number 4 years old!!!

Final argument from my lansing nephew (e.g when being told not to be too noisy or not running around when he just recovered from his cold etc):
BUT I WANT A TURNTABLE!!!!! Gak nyambung.

Man. Am hopeless. Should I continue after lunch????
Definitely.
Back from lunch. Pray first. Gosh….. am so bloated and gassy.
No progress whatsoever on the bloody article.
Got headache.
Getting desperate. try to write anything, just anything.