Home is where the kids are

If I made a graph of "Time spent with infants" and "Affinity with infants", it would look a little something like this:

I become really excited that I get to hold a baby and play with him/her.
Always delighted that they seem to like me very much.

The mood of the infant I interact with generally get better as time passes too.

I was teaching her how to dance. She wasn't very good, but I assured her that she'll get better.

My mood tends to take a turn after a while tho, when I get bored.
This results in a huge disparity between how we feel by the end of our period of interaction.

My paint skills have not gotten any better since primary school, and I know it shouldn't bother me very much, but it does. I reckon I could have drawn better than what I drew up there.

Well, guess I'm heading back to good ol' Penang.
It's a little strange how excited I am to get back to that little island that I've lived in for 12 years, seeing as I've been trying to get off it for approximately the same length of time.
I have to admit, this trip back to Taiwan has disappointed me greatly.

Home is where the food is

Well that was a fast week!

The flight was terrible.

It provides good motivation to work hard and get a good paying job in the future, and travel in business class or first class all the time. The fucking chances of getting stuck beside 4 children under the age of 5 within a 2 row radius... You'd think it's pretty low, but I hit jackpot.

I wanted to go over and slap the kids. But that would be impolite and rude, so I asked my mother to do it. 

She asked them to be quiet. Which worked for about 5 minutes. The mother started yapping really loudly to her friend in the other row, and let her little girls play on her phone on the loudest volume possible.

Thank the Lord for window seats. The view really takes your mind off things. 

Things like screaming and wailing children, and inconsiderate mothers.

I bought new sunglasses when I got here. They look pretty flashy. I would put up a photo but I gots none.

The place where I bought the sunglasses had 3 cats. This is one of them. 

It's name is Fatso.

I'm joking, it's not Fatso. It's got some Chinese name which I have long forgotten. I reckon Fatso would be a pretty fitting English name though. Fatso is bigger than Klee. That's how fat it is.

I also wrote an article for my mother's cousin's old classmate.

Technically, I didn't write it. I edited it. But it was in pretty bad shape before. The English was terrible.
Ever worse than mine, so that says a lot. If you're interested in some hardcore crossbreeding of orchids, click the link below.

http://jumboorchids.blogspot.tw/2013/06/cycnodes-jumbo-puff-or-cycnodes-taiwan.html

Bleh. This was meant to go up last week. Then I lost my laptop for a few days. Never got a chance to post this up. More has happened in the past few days. I'll write about them later. If ever. 
I was meant to write more for this post too. But guess what?
No.
I'm not going to write more. Which is ironic, because as I'm writing this, I'm writing more.
Whatever. Screw you. Bye.