&#but the story needs some mending;;and a better happy ending;;cos i don’t want the next best thing#&

time: 9;12pm

listening: a very good playlist made 30 minutes ago

eating: some chocolate slice thing

I am beginning to suspect that there’s something wrong with the world; I may even go so far as to say that it is severely screwed up. A quick glance at the SMH site does not really yield much hope; instead, I find that apparently three babies have been found dead in a freezer in Germany. Mugabe (though he seems to have already lost some sort of vote) is trying to extend his rule by a year. A father has supposedly killed his wife and two children after she posted the fact that they were splitting up on Facebook.

I still believe that eventually, there will be a “war to end all wars“. Unlike World War 1, which did nothing of the sort, I hold firm to the fact that human kind will wipe itself out with some sort of nuclear explosion. This may seem quite radical; but thinking about it, it’s not as if we’re really smart enough not to. It scares me that one of the most influential, powerful people in the world is an arrogant, idiotic white guy in the form of George Bush. So much power; so little brain capacity to comprehend what to do with it.

I am still in awe of the people who refuse to accept that global warming is occurring; no matter what you label it, something’s happening. Coral bleaching, melting ice shelfs, droughts, floods, mucked up seasons in general… it’s not something that is just going to go away. So while the politicians of the world debate its legitimacy in the first place, I can only say thank god for the scientists who are trying to do something about it.

But while this madness rages around me, I’d like to say that my own little world, which naturally revolves around me, is doing just fine.

See, I delight in the simple things in life.

Red tights.

Cereal eaten from cups.

Finding a really good pen.

Listening to my friends play guitar and sing for me.

Solitaire.

Conversations on msn at 2 in the morning.

Jigsaw puzzles.

That sort of thing.

Really, you could give me an empty room with a few friends and a stereo and I’d be set.

So why does our world always feel the need to one-up itself in the insanity stakes?

Who knows… I guess I’ll just go do a puzzle or something.