[A.D.I.D.A.S == All Day I Dream About Sex]

I just had to put in the S word onto the title so that you would read thoroughly today's entry. Sorry for being the attention-craving, sexist, male-chauvinistic jerk that you helped mold me into. *Ahem* As of this particular moment, these issues are swimming recklessly and with unparalleled vehemence inside my near-exhausted mind:

1 – I have yet to phone the Petronas’ Student Advisor in Washington D.C., in response to her inquiry via email as of my last semester’s rather shaky and unprecedented academic performance. She said that she wanted to continue our unfinished Chicago meeting conversation. I am very worried that I may not be able to be as emotionally effusive (but intellectually confident) as I was when we last talked. It’s been several months now since this issue last popped up its ugly head. I am now preparing for the worst of nagging and the best of excuses.

2 – The current situation in Afghanistan is really taking its toll on me. I keep thinking about it now and then, during lecture and while in the toilet. It often disrupts my concentration. The Clerics’ National Council produced a somewhat baffling proposal to the ruling Taliban government, asking bin Laden to leave the country voluntarily. To me, this is similar to saying to the US, "He is not here anymore, so leave us alone." It won’t work. I have a strong hunch that somebody’s green grass hometown is going to be carpet-bombed soon.

3 – Tonight, the U of M’s Malaysian Students’ Association is having its annual meeting. Like normal, there will be food and joint evening prayers and such, but more terrifyingly, the spotlight agenda, which is the election of the new administrative body for the next session. I just hope that nobody mentions my name for the nomination of whatever crappy committee positions they have. This is the time when I thank God for making me the least popular, least known, social outcast that I am.

4 – Last night I slept for only 3 hours. That was very unusual for me, even when I was employed at Boynton Health Care (I quit last week) and had my biological time clock messed up because I must arrive before six in the morning. This semester’s classes are of heavy study and work load. Perfectly logic, since I am a 3rd year student now (or a ‘junior’, as the Americans term it). But please, an organic chemistry lab that last from 6 to 10 in the evening? The torture of toiling to make sense out of the nonsense in the quantum mechanics textbook? Is this just the beginning of an endless phase of mental suffering and lack of sleep? Is it really true that "With hardship, comes prestige"?

5 – I have heard of unfounded rumors that since the terrorist attacks, flight tickets have gone cheap as dirt. Is there the slightest truth in that? Mom is very quick and circumspect in relations with matters of such. I wish I had her gusto in planning my trip back home to Malaysia, tentatively this December. Frankly, I am not looking forward to it that much anymore. It’s not that I have morphed into an ungrateful bastard. It’s just that, well, when you have three organic chemistry lab reports, two chemical engineering homework problems, one 25-minutes quantum mechanics closed book quiz and nearly 50 pages worth of reading to be completed in less than 5 days, you don’t think that much about anything else now, do you?

6 – This journal is getting a rather unexpected publicity among the new Malaysian freshmen. I saw on some kid’s scratch paper a rather familiar URL. It read, "double-U double-U double-U dot Chronic Mass dot com." For sure he will end up having a big, red warning sign popped up frightfully onto his computer screen, saying, "There is no such server identified. You are an imbecile of no known comparison; you are the weakest link. Goodbye." Now, I have a rock-solid, concrete-tough reason to not update this journal as often as before. At last, I have my life in proper order now.

Today's ramblings is by:

[bin Sharin]

The estranged, gay nephew of bin Laden - the famous Kedah "orang minyak" catcher, not the civil-engineering-educated, notorious terrorist.