(sept 25, 2001)

Groundbreaking life discovery:

rain = mild depression, inability to do work, inability to take day naps, excessive staring at the ceiling due to inability to do work and take day naps, headache, nausea, suicidal tendencies, criminal tendencies, soggy socks, soggy everything else.

No wonder Tom Hanks was Sleepless in Seattle.

I usually love rainy days. The breeze is cool and refreshing. The smell of wet grass can be intoxicating. But today it only gives me headache. The cogs inside my brain are moving slower than a snail on Valium. Squirting WD-40 through my ears hasn't been much help.

I'm so bored and down even my own molecules want to leave me for someone more exciting. So to fool my agitated and disturbed molecules I have to sit down in front of the PC as if I'm doing something worthwhile, so my human form shall remain intact.

Hmm. It would be nice to have a Blogger. That way I can impose my views upon unwilling and bored viewers without having to reupload each time I write something. But I'm too lazy to figure the thing out and having to redesign. So until I master the inexplicable art of ASP programming and Dynamic HTML, manual and tedious reuploading will have to do for now.

Am not feeling too well. My throat has been sore for days. I've had too much coffee this week. I wonder if that's the cause. People seem to be blaming everything on coffee these days. My friend told me a cup of coffee will do your body more harm than a pack of cigarettes. He smokes a lot so I dismissed his comment as made by someone in denial.

I'll be coming back home to Malaysia in about a month. Sometimes that's the only thought that keeps me sane here. Not that I won't be bored out of my mind after three days just sitting at home. But the thought of a change of scenery is rather uplifting. Its shortlivedness is another story.

I'm beginning to wonder if this boredom is an epidemic thrusted upon all youths. Is it a worldwide disease? I'm bored. My friends are bored. Seems to me everyone is. All this young energy and exuberance wasted on fretting away boredom. I thought this is the age where we are supposed to be having the time of our lives. At this rate I fear to imagine what lifeless uninteresting identical dull bores we'll become 10 years down the road.

I shall not succumb to this insipidity. I need an emotionally, spiritually-rejuvenating new mission. Hmm. I wonder what might that be.

Possible new mission statement of new spiritually-rejuvenated life:
i) brush teeth immediately after waking up (a journey of thousand miles starts with a small step)
ii) recycle
iii) put less sugar in coffee
iv) prevent nuclear war
v) learn a new language
vi) stop obsessing on the whereabouts of my wallet and apartment key.
vii) more prudent monthly allowance management

I think I'm coming down with something. Oh please not the flu please please pleaseee.


listening to:
- Second Sun by The Superjesus
- Secret Agent Man by same.

- Visible Panty Line by Gretel Killeen. This woman's hilarious!