'I Am The Temperature; I Am The Mercury'

So the mahogany has set into my greys, but it is not the dark brown as the Indian promoter claimed it would turn (not to me, anyway) - so I feel slightly cheated, but a Cantonese saying comes to mind; a regret taking form of an advice passed (and why are all my regrets in the form of advises passed?): something that comes cheap can't be good; and things that are good don't come cheap. Or something like that. He probably wouldn't remember me if I came round to show him 'his claim' went otherwise. Or he'll fake memory loss.

Today is a public holiday, and I am plunking myself inside a cybercafe (read: typical online gaming / multi-player community center - for kids as well as young adults); the noise of their games (with a good measure of shouting and screaming thrown in, by the players, during their bouts of excitement), doesn't strike me though - I've got my headset playing Queens of the Stone Age at almost level eight (the bliss of having a good rock CD in the player). I will most probably give my friend a call since he hasn't responded to my text message since an hour and a half (and counting) ago. I couldn't sleep in as the mechanism of waking early has already buried itself into my system (I tried my best and only added an additional hour to nine am, which is usually when I start working); one of the evils of my working life.

Public holiday in Penang, strikes its toll in thousands, as many young individuals keen on demystifying and mastering the world within worlds - lose themselves to it, instead - reducing their physical and metaphysical forms of their minds to mush. And I am bored. (Edit: does hitting the keyboard harder during gameplay increase any form of playability or superior gamesmanship? - everyone here seems to be doing that; strangely).

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It would seem that everything here just serves as a direction to forming abstruse and unnecessary thoughts on my part. I was merely clicking the other day; radioactive screen in front when I landed myself in a place so foreign, it might as well have been the parts of my mind which I do not use - but then, it was someone else. I started pondering the not-so-distant future - do you also ponder things within this vein as well?; events which have the equal potential of happening and also not? I was taken there through the narrations of a stranger; with words which I fail miserably now to describe it: in my mind, his story will become her story - but she would not return.

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Response received from said friend; but I would only meet him later tonight - this gives me seven hours to kill till then. My circumstances turn on me, asinine-like. A monkey slipping on a banana peel which it just threw away minutes before. I could think of worse situations. But that would just be a vicious cycle.

So that leaves me with walking out and hitting the malls, all rat-like - or catching a movie. We'll see. What would you do on a public holiday where staying at home is out of the question and ironically no one else is available for the next few hours?

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