So I was in this dream the other day.

Turns out that sometimes I do get my wish for a little drama in life. It’s come, it’s gone, and I’m glad it’s gone. I’d go for the mundane any time of day. I’ve no complaints, things happen, they happen, we happen.

Unlike someone cunt-flap who relishes being up to their eyeballs in drama (despite denying it), I think I’m quite satisfied with the amount of drama I’ve had to put up with and will make do with being dull. Or drunk. Or something in between.

On a sidenote, how’d you lose your fucking passport? Take it around town with you did you? Good work.

So where have I been.

The gist of why I have rarely if ever post anything while I’m back home, in list form;

Cry wolf, one more time.

We all carry different standards for what we would call an emergency. In many ways its also telling of how one thinks, should you name the services you’d call off the top of your head from most important to least.

In my case I’d be looking up the fire department, then the ambulance, then the police, then my parents, and then my friends who are immediately able to reach my physically.

That, is when I think something’s an emergency. But if something’s an “emergency” and you’re knocking on the immaterial online doors of people OVERSEAS, either you don’t know who to call in an emergency, or it really isn’t an emergency at all.

The blue.

The sky was a lovely shade of blue with nary a cloud in the sky.

But not even perfect conditions such as that will cover up a bad day from someone waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

A million questions.

I could’ve been asked about lymph nodes like everyone else. I get asked about nails.

Fair enough I know I’m supposed to stare at them and figure out whats wrong with them.

But if me saying they look normal after making sure they’re not blue, they aren’t clubbed, they aren’t particularly gross, I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to be looking at.

Mind-numbing.

You want to know what mind-numbing is?

Try blogging on the Wii without a USB keyboard. It’s like typing an essay with a light gun. Feasible, but totally not worth the effort other than showing how bored one is.

I hope the laptop gets fixed soon.

Artificially extended.

Would you like to know what’s worse than 3 hours of lectures?

Entirely possible.

The internet connection has been rather spotty the past few days. Personally, I attribute it to living some 4 kilometres away from the DSLAM and the wet weather which has been known to cause our line to go to shit.

Targetted ads.

I find ads in general annoying. At least with regards to ads on the internet.

So thank goodness for the content blocker on Opera. Without which I would totally have died from the seizure causing flashing some of them have. Really. some people have no clue how to make ads. As much as you want it to be attention grabbing, I also would like to come out of the experience ALIVE.

But what I find particularly interesting is the targetted ads I get. I’m not entirely sure what the Google Ads pick up from my Gmail page, but clearly there must be enough on it to suggest that I’m either Malaysian, or am in Malaysia. Fair guess that I’m Malaysian since I would be resolving from an Aussie ISP. I just wonder what it read that gave me targetted ads to “Belajar Bahasa Inggeris“. Where’s the ad for a flux capacitor damn it!?

In other news Facebook gives me targetted ads with relevance to buying stuff online, finding people to meet and other stuff with relation to being in Australia. No surprise given it has a wealth of data on me by now. Moving on…

Friendster has gaudy flashing ads which I’ve happily blocked, and am happily not planning on going back in there for at least another few more years. I guess the question for the people still on Friendster is why the hell aren’t you on Facebook instead!?

Sucks the life out of us.

Thats all work ever does. Suck the life out of us.

And I hate it.