I actually did try to post a few days ago, but Murphy's law kicked in and Blogger swallowed all my hard-worked-upon, sweated-over prose. Damnit. Pretty vexed because it was quite a good article too, slightly more flowery writing style than usual but not completely up myself. Isn't it always the case that the ones that get away are the ones you obsess over the most? In reality it was probably neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. Hooray, my first gratuitous Shakespeare quote. I would've typed 'Woohoo,' but I'm starting to think that's slightly below me. I've been trying to pay more attention to my writing lately. It all came about from reading the writing of one of the many short people running around the family home known vaguely to me as little brothers. It was really rather good, more flowery than mine has been, although that's not a bad thing. I just hope he doesn't read this any time soon or I'll never hear the end of it. In other news, I've managed to halfway convince one of my Korean students that I'm Chinese. Gods only know how, but one of the few other Chinese in the school is complicit, so I guess that helps. Thinking of looking for a new job soon, Shanghai's looking pretty nice, as are Shenzhen, Beijing, Guangzhou and any other large Chinese cities. Come to think of it, I've got contacts in or around all of those places so it shouldn't be too hard for me to settle in if I go there. Another option's Montreal, which is apparently crying out for English teachers. I'd never really considered it before, but it sounds more interesting the more I think about it. Certainly a change from China. Timing is still the issue. Apparently my girlfriend is going to come to Auckland after all, supposedly in a few weeks. Not quite sure I have 100% confidence in that occurring, but looking for a job overseas is on hold until it either happens or doesn't. Finally, I've found a way to order my rather poorly organized-life. Well, I did find a way, I should say, and then me being me I procrastinated over it for a while, decided it was too hard and went for a lie down. Now, however, I've finally kicked it into gear, and it's working OK so far. Can't be bothered to write more, so going to stop here. Still pining in a rather pitiful manner about my piece de resistance that was so mercilessly ripped from my tender mitts. Why? Why, damnit?