I've had the lack of desire to post lately, which is bad. You see, I have writer's block.

It's not just a simple kind of writer's block either. I think at this point, I've been struggling with it for over a year. And I have to admit, pretty terrifying. Think about it as an extra sense. You can live without it, but you have one less way of intepretating the world. That, to me, is as terrifying as losing one's sight or hearing.

The good thing is that it's not entirely gone. I still have ideas and plots and things in my brain. It's just that none of them are making it into words or a coherent whole.

So I thought that I could get over that with blog posts. Yet somehow, the whole concept of blogging seems to have slipped out of my grasp. There are so many things that I can talk about that I didn't bother to blog about the instant it happened.

For example, my "cube mates". We have this setup at work where we have four desks forming the corners of a square, and the people at the desks sit with their backs facing each other. I like to call the particular set-up The Cube. Lately, I've become pretty close to the occupants of The Cube, especially... let's call her ln(x), or Lorn (I think that's how my A Maths teacher pronounced it). We've taken to having lunch together on most days (occasionally to my chargin. I do like to hang out with my batch too sometimes). Then there's NYX, occasionally Xiao Mei, who just joined MAS. She sits on the same half of the square as Lorn. On my half of the square (the two halves are divided by a passageway) is Gu, who is caring in an amusing way. He's offered to carry my bags for me before, and get water when I cough. Silly, but quite sweet of him.

So you see, there isn't a lack of things to write. I just need to make myself write about them.