Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

I began work today, in my uncle's office in PJ. The distance of the office from my current location (I've only been there three or four times before and I got lost on the bus there) means that I have to move into my uncle's house tomorrow if I want to stand any chance of actually getting to work on time... of course, I'm not bringing my entire load there, just some clothes to wear during the week. Home clothes and office clothes, as I call them. Which quite likely spells the end of all my past-midnight chatting. That's sad. On the other hand, I might get to go online during office hours. That's nice... Maybe I'll follow Velary's lead and put up four or five posts a week. Working ought to expose me to loads of stuff to write about, besides my own complexes and over-dramatised mood swings. And, of course, the nothingness that is my life nowadays. It's almost a miracle if I ever manage to drag myself out of bed before 10 these days. [one week later] Yes...

In case you're wondering what the above numbers mean, they simply mean that I have, rather recently, ceased to be a teenager. Rather depressing prospect, but one can't escape the truth. Especially not when one has that truth drummed into one as often as I have. ...I have been rather neglectful, haven't I now? But I'll try to make it up. If nothing else, I certainly have the ability to spew out words while actually saying nothing new. (It looks like a lot of politicians and other people in authority have the same skill. At least the Cue Ball certainly does.) And what's more, I'll try to do it chronological order. How's that? (Then again, I always do this is chronological order anyway...) Hmmmm. What do I say? In the past... 18 days since the RBS ended, there have been three reunions that I know of. Apparently we all really miss each other: but I've only attended one of them so far. In my opinion, it takes time to miss people. And really, it takes all the ...

Sorry, this is not going to be a happy post. I'm not happy at the moment and I just don't see why I should pander to your optimism--and anyway it's my blog and my viewpoint and I don't care if there are a couple hundred million starving people in Africa who would give an arm and a leg to be in my place, I'm determined to be grumpy today. So there. I suppose I do have an obligation to tell you why I'm not happy before I start unloading my psychological trauma, so here goes. It all began on Sunday. Or actually Saturday. Or sometime around there. Look, I'm trying to do the best I can, OK? Stop hounding me for details. Yes, that's right. Back off, you. Anyway. My parents have been whacking at me to (a) get into some university or other soon or (b) go back to KK and get a job. Go read my posts about the time I spent in The Mart and you'll see why (b) is definitely not open for discussion. So... I'm stuck with (a). I hate being manipulated, but what am...

Dear blog, I have decided to begin this way because I guess it's starting to become habit... five weeks of journalling does grow on one, it seems... I hope I keep the habit up, it really seems to help especially when I'm trying to put some concept into words, writing somehow helps get everything into focus... I came back yesterday to techonology from the RBS of 2007 (incidentally, if you're still reading, Colin, hi...) and right now I think I'm starting the expected slump into depression... I always get depressed after possible long-term separations. Quite likely the most appealing thing to me in Christianity, apart from the fact that it has a loving God and certain forgiveness of sin, is the fact that we get eternity to get to know each other with no separation. (This would only be appealing, obviously, if everybody was made perfect. Which, incidentally, is yet another attractive thing about the idea of heaven--as opposed to reincarnation, which is extremely depressing...