A Lazy Writer.

You know what, you are right. I am not going to argue with you because this simply means I have to write down my thoughts which simply means I gotta construct the sentences, weaving in and out of grammar rules so you can at least figure what it is that I am trying to say.

That's why I agree with you one hundred percent; I am a lazy writer. I agree that my sentences lack coherence. Or logic as you put it. Not to mention the kind of grammar I use which baffles you on end, but a source of joy to me because I like the idea of writing what I like, the way I like without Miss Low Bee Lia watching over my back to check on me to see that I use correct English.

Oh yea, thank you for the compliment that I have improved a bit in punctuating my sentences at the right places. I am just glad that you remember the way I used to write when I first started blogging, and how a sentence would go on and on without a pause before it finally came to a full stop as if a full stop would cost me an arm or a leg whereas it is free and I can use it as much as I like and no police or army person is going to come knocking at the door in the middle of the night to haul me in all because I have used too many full-stops in an entry.

I still have the tendency to write long sentences without a pause before slamming it down with a full-stop so that it would not run over a couple of miles that would leave you breathless and angry because you will naturally figure who this guy is who seems to enjoy being stingy with full-stops.

I am just too lazy to put a full-stop to a sentence. Of course I'll do it without being asked if I have to. Otherwise I kinda enjoy to see a sentence getting longer and longer, weaving its way around like somekind of serpent to come out headfirst the other side looking as confused as an ostrich on a first day of school. I'm not bothered to check the spelling for ostrich because I'm just too lazy to bother with the right spelling for this kinda bird I imagine would look very nice with a pair of cowboy boots and a stetson hat.

I confess. I am a lazy writer and there's nothing I can do about it because I really don't want to do something about it because it is not somekind of disease or something like that. Besides, am I not a Malay and therefore I can afford to be a little lazy as a way of affirming my biological traits.

There's another entry coming and I gotta work on it fast. Boy, this feels like having a baby. Maybe this should be an interesting angle to write about: the feminine side of Bergen.

I'd better go have that sex change.
Next week: Call me Bergenia.