Excuse me Mr. Goldfish; you appeared to have run out of Air.

Wrapped the magazine for March, and just in time for the Editor to fly off to Japan. I’m suddenly faced with the prospect of an Editor-less week, which sounds the scary part completely more so than what people assume would be fun part.

This is what that have been keeping me sane in that very hectic week succeeding Bangkok:

Charlie Brown: What can you do when you don't fit in? What can you do when life seems to be passing you by?

Lucy: Follow me. I want to show you something. (They get to the top of a hill.) See the horizon over there? See how big this world is? See how much room there is for everybody? Have you ever seen any other worlds?

Charlie Brown: No.

Lucy: As far as you know, this is the only world there is, right?

Charlie Brown: Right.

Lucy: There are no other worlds for you to live in, right?

Charlie Brown: Right.

Lucy: You were born to live in this world, right?

Charlie Brown: Right.

Lucy: WELL LIVE IN IT THEN! Five cents please.

- The remarkably weird yet appropriately genius Charles M. Schulz -

Just because we needed a little more Peanuts in our lives. Then, for an equally big enough part, Calvin and Hobbes (and the Transmorgrifier. Someone should patent that).

I think I should be treating myself for the month (this disregarding anything else I’ve been ‘treating myself’ with. It works this way), and just go all out and buy that Sony Playstation 3.

I’ve seen Final Fantasy 13. I’ve seen God of War 3 (GOD FUCKING WAR OF 3, GOD DAMMIT). I’ve seen/read/heard/spoken enough about Uncharted 2. And now that I’m more or less addicted to HD, the PS3 is just the way to go.

This week; scout for the price. Next week; purchase. The years after, both regret and rejoice in prolonged cycles that I’ve splurged on something tremendously expensive for the betterment of nothing but to fulfil my HD quota.

After this, it’s all about working for the savings. You read this, me-reading-this-back-because-I-was-bored-and-couldn’t-find-anything-else-better-to-do? It’ll be all about working for the SAVINGS. S-A-V-I-

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My speakers seem have broken down. That or it has caught some sort of disease, sputtering static and agonising thumps like some sort of a diarrheic… never mind.

Which leaves me with the Alienware headphones, which works surprisingly good for music despite a fellow tech writer telling me it doesn’t. I’ve had it to Chrono Cross’ OST the whole night. Best night of the week (so far).

Suddenly felt like I’m having the easy life. Never mind the late work nights; I happen to enjoy those. I have enough to cover for myself and I get to keep writing. And the world of tech is steadily opening up to be a fascinating archipelago of both wonders and a lot of Huh?.

This is the type of complacency that I think should be avoided. At least, in this point of life.

There is this vision. I’m in a room dressed in a suit and I’m looking at a lady with spectacles and her hair tied to a bun. She holds her pen like she holds a cigarette and she does so like Cruella De Vil. She places a clipboard in front of me and asks me to fill it up.

This questions go: Are you satisfied with this? Do you want more? Should you want more? Are there anymore? Shouldn’t you really have more? DO YA DO YA DO YA?

And the pen sits there, still and beckoning. And the lady stares and smirks and crosses her legs, waiting. I haven’t got all day. More applications to submit. Then dinner.

And I think I’m kind of afraid to answer. Because right now I think my answer will go both ways, and if I tick one I’ll never get it right.

There’s no right answer, even if there isn’t a wrong one.

I leave the room. She looks at me and says, we’ll be talking about this some other day. I can only close the door.

Yeah… well, we’ll talk about it some other day. Right now, to bed!

Gnite folks.