how may i help you, sir?

perfectly normal beast on wheat, please. sliced thin. yes, toasted. hm? everything but onion and mustard. and can i have extra mayo as well? thank you.

i have not mentioned this, but now i will, so by the time you finish reading this paragraph, i will have mentioned what i have not mentioned earlier at the beginning of the paragraph: i have finished all five books of the hitchhiker's guide series. yes, i have; it wasn't any bluff. in fact, i finished it last night, right here in starbucks. the exact same seat, exact same drink, exact same table. unless, of course, out of nowhere they suddenly decided to switch all the furnitures around, which means i'm not sitting on the exact same seat and table as i was last night. but that does not matter. what matters is that i have finished all five books and that i have been thinking all night long whether or not i should make a comment on the ending of the series.

if you had known me quite well, you should have been able to guess that the very fact that this entry exists means that i have decided to comment on the ending.

and if you had known me better, you should have been able to figure out that i would have been able to figure out that you would think that the very fact that this entry exists means that i have decided to comment on the ending and that i would have then decided to not comment on it, just to mess with the head of those who know me quite well.

but if you had really really known me, you should have been able to figure out that i possess a natural tendency to mess with everyone's head, including but not limited to the ones who know me quite well and the ones who know me better, and that i have decided to comment on the ending anyway, making all that effort to come up with the train of thought that would have lead to the ingenious conclusion on the paragraph above go to waste.

now, if you had been smart, you would have read all three paragraphs above without even thinking a tiny teeny bit of thought, because they're pointless anyway.

no, i will not spoil the ending. i just feel the urges to tell the world that the ending was extremely, remarkably, and utterly unexpected. so extremely, remarkably, and utterly unexpected, i still don't know whether or not i should like it. i guess in the end it's always better to not do anything about anything, because all doing anything does is messing up the balance of the universe. now it makes a complete sense why nature hates everyone. all she's trying to do is keeping herself in balance, which is pretty easy to do, but people keep throwing rocks, crumpled receipts, paper planes, suction cups, coffee beans, ice cubes, pennies, broken chalks, cigarette butts, broken printers, perfectly good imacs, styrofoam cups, burned rubbers, paper bags, plastic bags, and basically anything small enough to throw without requiring much effort, at her.

no, ipods are not included. they're bloody expensive.

santa's loaded with attitude
he's loud and drunk and smelly and rude
his workshop's been closed by an auditor
and mrs. claus ran off with her chiropractor

what's with the randomness above, you say? nothing. that's just a part of the lyrics of a song that's currently playing in my ipod. thanks saru for the song. it's stuck in my head now. your fault.

this blog's been going for over a year now, and started only because jim wanted me to have a blog but i was too lazy to register for one, so he did it for me and gave me the name e1n that i have been using until now. came from a dog in bebop, but he's a cool dog, so whatever.

i feel like i can relate to arthur dent. of course, everyone would think that he leads a boring life, but if you read book four, you'll see that he's got his share of an adventure. one that he experienced because he wanted to, not because he got dragged into it. but that was enough adventure for him, and finally he settled down again, even though this time even i would think that such a life he led in book five was extremely boring. but i can understand why one would want such a life, because right now such is the life that i want. at least for now.

boredom sounds frightening, but it actually isn't. the key, or rather trick, to live through boredom is to cherish the small things. a keychain once said "don't worry about the small things," and ended up sitting at the gift store for the rest of its life, which is rather unfortunately, eternity. if only it had said "don't worry about the big things," it would have been bought by a twenty-year old indonesian man wandering around universal citiwalk with a twenty-one-year old indonesian man, and would have been a permanent accessory on his multi-purpose backpack.

a friend, or so i assumed, once said that i should go to parties and have some fun because life is about having fun. the last part i completely and entirely agreed, but not quite so on the earlier parts. i may have listed this at one time, possibly sometimes last year during the annual sun god festival in ucsd, that loud noises, alcohol, and eight human beings per square meter is not really my definition of fun. call me agoraphobic, and i'll see big lightning splitting the sky and hear loud thunder roaring, and on the top of a mountain, similar to the one in the lion king, i'll see you getting rewarded the title master of the obvious.

i might have been working since 8am this morning, and might not have stopped until the library closed just fifty-three minutes ago, but i had fun today. not from the work i had to do, but from plenty of other things:

~ one slice of sausage pizza and one of cheese.
~ coffee frappuccino.
~ loop&loop music video i finished downloading last night.
~ not a raindrop coming down from the sky.
~ sitting at starbucks with my laptop, listening to asian kung-fu generation, and drinking another coffee frapp.
~ beautiful voice of younha.
~ pencil and sketchbook.

help yourself to some of life's simple pleasure, the great homer once said, and you know homer is always correct.

no, homer SIMPSON. not the idiot who wrote the odyssey. what the hell were you thinking?