Sigh...

It's not turning out to be a great day. As if finding sleep only in the wee hours of the morning, waking up after midday, and discovering that the house is devoid of anything remotely edible isn't bad enough, feeling ignored and unwanted just takes it to a whole new level. I've had my fair share of bad days but this Terrible Tuesday is just too fucked up, to put it honestly.

Since I have nothing much to do, I thought (insert a damn speech bubble here) 'Gee, why not pen down my frustrations on the blog. What's that little piece of scum for, anyway?' Not in the best of moods is moi, as you see. But hey, this is my blog, my own virtual personal diary as these blog sites keep promoting it to be. Hence I hereby take this opportunity to share my frustrations with the (very) tiny sample of human population that visits this blog. I'm not sure why you're here - perhaps you're too bored at work, or maybe you were looking for some other 'Jblogger' but a lazy Google engineer made you end up here. But since you're here, take the liberty to roam around, have a look at the 5 humble posts, and spare a few laughs at the unfortunate a.k.a me.

Have you had those days when you felt the world was against you getting what you wanted, against you allowed to have your right to happiness? Yeah? Let me join the club. I woke up with what I suppose my drinking friends refer to as a hangover. What's so uniquely bad about that, you might ask. Well, I'm a teetotaler. For the uninitiated, that's a long word that says I don't drink/smoke. Now you spot the strangeness. Continuing with the sob-story, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to chew on. Setback no. 2. Mom forgot to pack lunch. Or more like she woke-up-too-late-and-had-to-rush-to-work-thus-leaving-me-a-poor-hungry-sleepy-nutcase. Sleepiness + hunger = anger. It's a very basic, logical, well-established equation that I just came up with. And the best way to calm down? Trudge on over to the virtual circus a.k.a the Internet. Sure you're life's a bitch but there's plenty of suckers out there on the 'net whose patheticness and idioticism(I'm fond of making up words and equations, as you see) makes you laugh away your worries. At this point, I don't know why, but i decided to head over to one of the chess sites. Embarrassing a little-brained fool in some dark corner of the world would give me just the kick I need, I thought. Sure enough, I found an open game where the hosts profile read 'Age:10 Country :Czechoslovakia Sex:Male'. (Speech bubble number 2 here, please) "Perfect!" 3 minutes later, the little turd had a knight, a rook and his white queen breathing down my by-now perspiring king's royal neck. Sure enough, checkmate. And the world around me crashed. Okay, too much melodrama. But in my defence, in that state of mind, I think even Dora the Explorer's monkey friend would have beaten me. Sure he would have clapped his hands and shouted "We did it! We did it!" afterwards, just to rub it in.

So there I was, humiliation complete. I know this little blabber post would have amused you a lot. It's fun to laugh at others' misfortune. Makes you forget your own sad life, even if just for a fleeting while. Bwahaha!