Grotesque boredom

I have never felt so grotesquely bored in my entire life.

I probably had, years ago (and I still remember) until this nifty present from mankind called the computer came to existence, as well as game consoles. One’s definition of being ‘bored’ would differ from one another, and currently, even though I own these machines, they don’t quite entertain me.

In the meantime, my idea of fun is to hang out with a bunch of friends in some malls, or enjoy a long splash about the swimming pool, or cycling, or even hiking, but. Just but, everyone else either had different plans, swiped off from existence and completely disappeared or made to do ear squats naked.

I find it completely sad to not have a fun, social outing. I might find it enjoyable before to stay cooped up in my house while I enjoyed my PS2 or computer games, but times have changed.

And when times change, everything else changes.

In fact, I am so so so incredibly fucking bored out of my wits and soul that I randomly exclaim to myself, type random stupid things online and contemplated doing all sorts of things I imagined would be against the law but it didn’t seem very feasible. Nor fun.

And I find it really sad that just one day after SPM I’m already feeling the pinch of fucking boredom. And I’ve like zillion days ahead of me.

Sorry if this entry turns out to be a complete whine, but I’m really.. bored. Please do not suggest doing things like “yo, do some charity, ho” because it’s definitely not my thing. I’d definitely appreciate suggestions of ways I could entertain myself while I’m on a lookout for prospective part-time jobs to do, and while awaiting the day the Langkawi trip comes in 39 days.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PICK A VERY BORED YOUTH OUT FROM MY HOUSE AND TAKE ME WITH YOU, dear, dear friends.

Now excuse me while I glue myself to the television to watch more violence, unnecessary sex and Chinese nationals doing ear squats naked.