In Other Words

Fooling my future

Every day I come to my blog and secretly hope that I’ve already written something while I wasn’t looking. For some odd reason it hasn’t worked yet. I mean, I don’t mind writing my blog, I just mind the amount of /time/ I spend writing. I start and then 45 minutes later I stop and I wonder ‘what just happened?’

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a nutter, but I’m still capable of realising that time passes when you do something. I just don’t have to like it, right? Why are there so few hours in the day? That’s the basic question I would like to ask. Which jerk decided that we should only have 24 hours?

I think I’m finally starting to get used to this work rhythm, though it might be largely responsible for eating away my time. Suddenly a 10 hour chunk that I used to have is no longer there. I might have managed to get one or two of those hours back by sleeping less, but that still leaves eight unrecovered hours.

What to do about it? I say nuts, that’s what I say (you didn’t actually expect a solution, did you?)

Loobz and myself have been discussing ‘ayam belandaa’ in the little conversation thing on the right and I thought I should mention it here so that on some day, somewhere far in the future, I can read back about it and go ‘oh yeah, we discussed that’. Of course I wont know what it /means/ at that time, because I haven’t yet included the translation to English (and my Malay is pretty much limited to ‘baby’ and elektronik), but that will just be too bad for me then, won’t it?

Yes, I’m playing a joke on myself. My future self, as a matter of fact. I’ll read this back and I’ll be annoyed, because I’ll go ‘damn, I got me!’.

You think I might suffer from multiple personality disorder? Hi future, meet present, past got lost somewhere along the way and he’ll be along any minute now.

I’m starting to wonder if I’m being exceptionally funny, today, or if I’m just being exceptionally stupid. Probably nothing exceptional about it at all, just the mindless meandering of the meaningless mind.

I think I should leave it at that, though first I’ll make a little anagram, so that I might be able to figure out, at some later date, what ayam belandaa means ‘I ken che cunt’ (no, I’m not very good at anagrams).

Good bye

posted by Symbol @ 18.6.04