Boredom oozing out of my hair, nose, eyes and fingernails.

Okay, so today is just one of those random days where you have a bursting random thought to write! Not you, I mean, I. I dont know if you have random bursting thoughts or bursting random thoughts, but either way it probably happens when you have a million idle braincells eager to find something to do. So its like when one raises its hands eagerly like a geeky know-it-all in the classroom, the thought rushes and bursts! Haha!

So, anyways, I realised there's so many things to do online I never had the time to find out when I was bumming around at home! What irony.

So here are some stuff I never would have done in a million years but turns out to be quite fun and I wouldnt mind continue doing. Hahaha.

I chat with people I never would have bothered to talk to, or never would think I would talk to, or always wanted to talk to but never really did. Haha, ya right, there is noone I've always wanted to talk to unless it is Johnny Depp or Adam Brody, or maybe Edie Sedgwick cos I'm partly secretly (HAHA, or not really secretly) lesbian.

I read about Lindsay Lohan's breakup with Samantha Ronson like as if I was following the death results of the Mumbai shootings. (Notice the lesbian tendencies).

I wreck my brains to think of ways to be as skinny as Lindsay now because if used-to-be-fat Lindsay can do it, so can I! (This would be so apt for a "Lose Weight" campaign)

I talk to strangers on FB.
For example I sent a message to this guy yesteday who added me when I didnt know him.
So this was how mindless the conversation was.
"Do I know you?"
"well honestly you dont, but if were unhonest i would say that i got your email when i bumped into you a while ago.. haha. btw are you chinese?" (what a creep right, like anyone would believe that)
ANYWAY....
"yes i am, do i not look chinese" (haha, why do I bother even entertaining?!? God knows how bored I am out of my mind!)
"you look mixed. heh." (what kinda laughter is heh. and what is so funny if i looked mixed. he was prolly hoping i shared some commmon ground with him being his name was mike azhar ang and probably wanted to let me know we have this peranakan heritage similarity so we can be friends.)
"so what's your motive?"
"hmm, i hafta haf a motive? heh, dn wry, if ur not comfortable to add strangers, ur not obligated to add me ^_^, kekeke :P" (seriously. W-T-F)

I will not torture you guys with the rest of the conversation, I believe I have emphasized my point that I hate FB losers, and that I am a loser myself for bothering to entertain him because I just am such a big loser I got nothing to do.

As you see, I digress. Well, deal with it.

I almost feel stupid writing in a tone as if my blog is widely read. ALMOST. but NOT. Haha. Alright readers (I thought I heard the crickety quiet dead air night sound they play when you expect an audience but dont have one. haha.), shall spend my last half hour of work doing some actual work!

Dream a little dream of you

Once again, the dread of the meaningless Monday kicks in. They should start the weeks on Tuesday, because there's so many negative adjectives that makes us an alliteration with Mondays. Mournful Monday. Miserable Monday. Mundane Monday. Melancholic Monday. and yes, most of all, they are generally meaningless Mondays.

I almost never stop realising how much I treasure my younger days. As this blog is nothing but meaningless, miserable, mournful entries of a loved lost or pretentious, crappy entries of a kind of happiness we sometimes need to assure of ourselves that our life is not unnoticed. It would be nice to go back to where broken hearts are just as painful as scrapped knees and elbows. Brush it off and laugh it off.


Of late, moods of frustration, annoyance and sometimes angst have filled the atmosphere. It's almost as if its clouded and fogged and there to stay.

The long winding path of foreverness just isn't there.

And in my head are voices of my subconscious mind telling myself that the road is almost ending.

For the better or for the worse, its hard to tell.