That's an Annie Lennox song also in case you were wondering. (Though originally by Procol Harum.)

And also the colour of my face yesterday morning when I flew to the toilet with my intestines in knots and an ass screaming with abandon - only to find out that its occupied.

But in closure, the encompassing sense of relief that I'm nearly where I want to be. I yearn to be inspired again. I'm only short of that inch.

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. - "Valerie's letter" from V for Vendetta

Nothing short of lack of sleep and a splitting headache to start the week with.

In renouncing my short attention span for today, something disturbing awoke me abruptly from my sub-conscious slumber.

[Potentially stomach-wrenching details ahead]

I felt this tiny lump in the back of my head and proceeded to extract the annoying alien object, only to discover it was a hair pore with 3 strands of grey hair stuck to it like joss sticks in an incense pot. Or to put it in a more morbid light, it felt like I was looking at a pair of siamese twins with an extra head. Perhaps this proves the urban legend that "you pluck one grey hair, three more will grow in its place" might ring true.

My head feels rather light now. That might have actually saved me some lunch money.

In a bid to raise readership and to imbue a bit of vibrancy in this blog, I shall tell you why I am awesome. (That's also because I have nothing else better to write about.)

I am awesome because :

• It is without a doubt the very truth in the first place
• I have large nostrils
• I can stick my thumb into it
• I think I have a nice ass
• I don't allow any thumbs to be stuck into it
• I can twist my tongue (people who tie knots with cherry stems are not awesome comparatively because tongue twisters are cooler. In the literal and non-literal sense.)
• I can twist my pinky toe over to my fourth toe and vice versa
• my friends think I am easy and friendly and cannon fodder for insults
• I let them think so because I don't want to hurt their feelings with my awesome rebuttals
• I have ecxema and grey hair at the age of 27 (What. All awesome people have some form of disability. Look at the Fantastic Four!)
• I have no money but people like to think that I do
• I have no aircon and people hate it that I don't (previously establised)

If you have anymore ideas as to why I am so awesome do feel free to submit your entries. Hate mail is very welcomed. That would further reinstate why awesome people are so hated becaue the rest of the bloody population aren't.

In a nutshell, nobody likes awesome people. Hence I have no lunch kakis. Because I rock.

Okay. Back to work.

... I have no air-conditioning. Rather easy to spot my flat from afar - I'm the only one in my block without the air-con central unit.

My place is an extended sauna. People walk in ample and walk out with a cellulite shortfall. Gather your perm rollers and take a seat. My family drinks Milo and Horlicks at boiling point. Someone recently pointed out that I don't perspire anymore. I had friends over for a game of Risk and they went home with a drowsy spell and wet underwear. They couldn't complain though. I can always close the windows and cut the electricity.

I have no air-con. Therefore I am not worthy. Stay away.

Sorry. Random rant. I'm still awesome though.

The new Linkin Park album sucks. I can't believe it. Everything I touch turns to crap.

Today's post is a little juvenile because I will be complaining. And it will be about myself.

I am an unprecedented, unproclaimed dilemma junkie. I have trouble making up my mind. Maybe because I have too many wants. And I ignore my needs. Maybe I should lower my wants and tend to my needs first. Maybe I should be more concise and more quick-thinking when it comes to easier choices. Maybe I should stop having all these maybe-s. Maybe I should probably just shut up.

I was thinking - there used to be this guy who used to be rather jovial and positive in the past. He would light up whenever there were new people around him, was spontaneous, quick-minded, witty and humorous. Today, he is but a shadow of his former self. And he's not even balding yet. He doesn't know what happened along the way, nor does he know how to trace his footsteps to where he last saw him.

It would be nice to see him again. Perhaps.

I have a very depressing blog.