The Lack-Lustre Saturday

Suffice it to describe my recent self, I've been plagued by a lingering vacuum of boredom which has effectuated a long streak of restlessness and directionless frustration. As always though, Boredom never took long to find a friend in me, and somehow always found itself ever too comfortable to stay. Please don't mistake me for one who irresponsibly uses this blog for unjustified and persistent emotional carthasis, because throughout this period, I have made painstaking efforts at ridding this parasite of boredom. Also, if you notice from the short but sufficient history of Theamigosparasiempre, it is evident that I'm far from one who whines and wails. Anyway, the measures I've taken to eradicate this clinging vine of boredom include setting ridiculous goals like getting significantly tanner which the general population would consider ludicrous and unimportant, getting lost in those incredibly long runs(got inspired by Nate in John grishams 'The Testament'), reacquainting(even with ppl I've hardly seen in the past half decade but nevertheless enjoyable enough), watching rubbish clips on youtube.com by robin williams and feasting on the many a delectable dishes as often as I can. Yet, to this moment, I am still entranced in this lasting spell of boredom and wayyy remote from being delirious. However, today was slightly different because the pre-departure visit for UK bound students served as my first concrete activity I've had in a pretty damn long while. As I turned up at the meet late, I didn't manage to conduct an adequate and fair visual sweep of the girls who were headed to the UK. As much as I can gather, there were many randomly scattered across the ballroom even though university booths lined its perimeter, and only a handful were pretty. Yet, it was consoling enough to know that most were decently looking and you might say.. dance-able. My hopes of having a long stream of attractive girls flowing in the direction of my university's booth were dampened by the harsh reality that the booth was more often than not, vacant. Probably, the most interesting of this dull event, was talking to this yr 2 Singaporean girl who frequently holidays and also studies law at Bristol, about travelling and havoc things to do there. We promised to enchant one another with our adventures in our next meeting and I don't see myself falling short at spellbinding anyone with my string of adventures overseas and at home. To this point, I am unfortunately still frustrated with a general lack of direction, even after sapping all the joy I could muster from todays event and as always, hoping for something better every brand new day(in this case I refer to the element of hope before this event). Like in every reflection, something is learnt each time. Today, I learnt with greater relevance to my life, what I thought about a few weeks back about the story of Pandora's box, where Hope(the final resident before she reopened it), unlike what it promises, can be(not all the time though) equated with the worst and most deplorable of all evils. This is because Hope when accompanied with the fore-knowledge of an imminent negative event, deludes the individual by providing the corrosive comfort of a false 'hope,' since it is improbable he can alter the outcome of fate. Albeit contradictory to what i learnt, I am gonna get my hopes high that by sheer fortune or whatever, the natural flow of events in my life would break this unbearable cycle of boredom and steer me in a specific direction. Goodnight Amigos at this inappropriate time again. When the time is right, I will enthrall yall with a more less stupid, more silly, action packed and entertaining post..
-Kenneth Wong