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As comfirmed by aileen and noted by me long time ago, my life is boring. It's not a bad thing, though I'm sure I could have used a day like this to work on some other things that might have given me more usage. I'm not sure what watching 'Joey' online does for me, but if there is a good cause for it, please let me know.

The most productive thing I've done this weekend I think might have been the fact that I discovered the Arctic Monkeys, craftytv.com and maybe I managed to make aileen typed out 'hahahahaha' over msn.

I might start to work on a new short story and possibly soem good slogans to enter in some wacky competitions. It has been some time since I last won things ;)

I have no self identity, no knowledge of where I'm going or what I want to be. As I've once said to a counsellor in training, "I rather go in a dark room and discover a new side to an old thing rather than go into a bright room and know what the thing way right away". And somehow I have no problem living in such way.

And listening to Dresden Dolls isn't helping either. The only good news I have this week is the fact that I'm going to receive my first paycheck and that in less than 2 months time I'll be owning my own laptop. Which I can play CM on. Which would interfere with my studies. Which would effect my exams. Which would get me bad grades. Which would make me angry. Which will then lead to me writing a stupid piece on why exams should be abolished to my school paper. Which will then lead to my English teacher hauling me into her office for those atrocious grammar mistakes. Which would then underestimate the power of my article. Which would lead to me being kicked out of college. Which would make me a 24 year old with half of a college education and no job. Which will ensure that I'd never get a good girlfriend and have friends tauting me. Which would leave me with no choice but to end my life in the most spectecular of ways, I'm thinking about gluing both of my palms into my head and have something cut it off. It'll then seemed like I tore my head off my own neck, which would be cool and emulated by some Japanese.

But then again, the moment I walk into the 'dark room', who knows what would happen? I have no story to tell anyone here because I can't write in the dark now, could I? At least not until I get my laptop. By then, who knows? Maybe my thoughts would finally be flying of the roof as they say.