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My Gmail account used to be squeaky clean. All I had were good ol' mails from friends who still value correspondence the non-msn way. There were no mails telling me that there's another promotion at this market that I visit frequently, no IMPORTANT stamps on the front of messages which contain quite expensive information i.e. Plane ticket/ rail ticket, CREDIT CARD info... 

and then there's SPAM. 

The type which really ticks me off (that would be that last one from the list if you're being daft) comes EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don't remember giving out mails to unsafe sites or organizations... but obviously I was wrong. Somewhere along the line, between the single-recipient correspondence 4 years back to the "n-th" time I emptied that SPAM box yesterday, my email address must've passed hands and ended up at one of the dreaded SPAM headquarters. I can picture it now.. 

The "Leeds Spam Headquarters" in bold, hovering effortlessly overhead thanks to the virtual power of cyberspace; behold, the entrance to all your troubles (spam-wise). If there were a root of all evil (besides money and possibly the odd devil), it's probably planted firmly somewhere in this vicinity. Upon stepping foot in it, an arm swoops down to your face, asking incessantly for your mailing address. If you manage to make it to the receptionist without compromising your spam-free inboxes, consider yourself lucky. Or else, don't be surprised to be inundated with junkmail the next day; these people are quite the efficient type.

OH but the tour is not over yet! At the desk, there'd probably be a list of pings to connect you to the regional head office of your favourite virus, spyware and adware suppliers. If your walk into the manufacturing rooms, you would find out that production goes on inexplicably. Spam flying off in every direction.. the never-ending flow of SPAM out the pigeon holes to their doomed recipients. 

BURN IT DOWN! Burn the whole friggin cyber lot down!!!!

WHat? I don't care if fire doesn't work in cyberspace! Just destroy it!

Unfortunately, it is not that simple. In case anyone's wondering, the foregone conclusion is that we will have to live with SPAM for the rest of our lives. 

Unless of course, one takes the precautionary measure to protect one's mail account from everyone by keeping it to oneself. 

HHmm, I wonder what's the flaw in this line of thought.

(Hint: what's the purpose of having an email account again?)

Priorities

Instead of pandering to the fun and entertaining side of me, I have decided to tentatively fall behind the lines of "live life to the MAX!!!" and concentrate on having no life. As I said, this is not permanent. It is subjected to change (and I fully expect that to happen).

"Why so foolish, you daft person you??"

Well, for starters, I want to concentrate more on the matters that matter.

Which means less time joining club activities (BOTH types, if you catch my drift).

I apologize for the lack of updates... the 1st time in months (because it just ticks me off when a fellow blogger finds an excuse to apologize in EVERY FRIGGIN post). This is not without good reason. 

*sigh*... Alright, I'm off to make myself believe that the library is my second home and that sundays are meant to be spent at home.

Gibberish or senseful stuff? Hhmm...

I forgot my keys again. Not that I expected myself to use them as I didn't know that I'd spend that much time at my neighbour's.

I miss feeling useful to myself. Not in the physical or practical sense... This leans more on a vague wall of what appears to be uncertainty but is actually coal for my archaic train engine.

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I'm particularly fond of food for thought now. That sense of familiarity which brings me back to the old mind would calm and assuage this craving. If that doesn't make any sense, you know that you're finally going to get some more posts from me that are similar in the nature of its style but may vary in context... but i digress.

Once inundated with questions, suggestions and the most precariously baseless faith in romanticism, we're now practically down to practical practicality (oh, gotta hate that word). Read: day-to-day planning. That sounds good from the outside. It would sound wonderful from the inside too if it didn't take my soul away.

Yes, I've changed the way I run my life, PROBABLY because I didn't have a choice. 

And NO, I'm not turning into an insomniac. Tonight's just special. I experienced an epiphany. A realization of hope for this blighter that might come in handy as he paves the path ahead. 

I don't want to stray from that path towards greener pastures.. Not yet; not while the essence of the walk I'm taking seems clear to me right now.

Vagueness is in its sheath for the day (or.. more strictly speaking, night). It was my blade to push these unwanted emotions back... to make them take a detour before reaching their destination. It's dumb, wielding it about. As if it possesses superior magical powers and that goodness and love would manifest themselves in front of these weary eyes right upon every swipe or prod. I don't want to search and scan and squint for you anymore, and yet here I am. What you owe me: Trip and chocolate bar. :)

I thank Ellen for her contribution in the molding of what I must call an inspirational piece of art. Page's good.

You know, blogging seems more like a private session with myself, to improve my Intrapersonal communication skills (a.k.a. skills in talking to oneself).

Toodleloo!