Geez, another blog and should I still say this is going to be my last one? NAW. Considering I have a very short attention span when it comes to something as easy and impulsive as blogging, I seriously believe this ain’t gonna last long, and maybe tomorrow I will even change the layout of this blog. For the NTH TIME!!!! It wasn’t enough that I spent the last four hours uploading and changing themes, which unfortunately, made my eyes watery and my mind dizzy with radiation. I don’t know if I can do anything else tonight. I haven’t even washed my face yet. Uggh, totally gross.
So anyway, perhaps you can guess that my mood isn’t as sour as it was the past couple of days. Well, I had my PC fixed finally, after 2 weeks of praying it’ll heal by itself. Aaahh, I missed the internet. Whoever said one can live without it? I sure can’t. 65% of my life is invested in the world wide web (if I do have a life). I’m trying to catch up on the things I missed, and the highlight of my day was listening to Wonder Girls non-stop. Aaah, they make my pathetic life easier to bear.
Now why would I suddenly say something pathetic as pathetic life? Because, well, my life is pathetic. I recently watched a National Geographic show about crop circles and there was this Grain Doctor who’s an expert about the anatomy of crops and I quickly thought, Why would anyone become so much interested in grains as to gain a title as dumb as “Dr. Grain”? Then I watched some more, and I realized, fuck, Dr. Grain, who probably spent his college years cooped up in the library memorizing the freaking parts of a flower and getting balder every minute, is living his life whereas I, a slaveworker of a universal bank, spends more than 8 hours sitting in front of a computer and answering to client’s needs, wants and demands. Dr. Grain has a car. He travels. He goes to farms and unroots crops which provincial people thought were touched by UFO. His title may sound ridiculous to others, and his profession may not help him get laid, but at least he’s out there. I was so absorbed with self-pity that I ended up with migraine and went to sleep the rest of the day. And then Floyd aka PC Doctor came over and worked his magic.
Now, with everything back to normal, or abnormal, I’ve restarted myself and I no longer dwell on things so trivial and unimportant like life.
This was taken on May 07, 2008 while I was searching my soul (and discovered I had none, LOL). I won't tell you where because this is my personal paradise.
The name's Makkun. I'm 22 years old, and I probably learned enough.