40 days of sadness (oh, really)

Notice: this blog (as well as almost all my other online activities) will cease for 40 days (or at least 20 before i sneak online perhaps from the school cyber cafe. This is not a routine excercise. I repeat, this is not a routine excercise....

Well, whatever. With slipping grades and an over-hectic life, i guess it would be pretty good (don't think about the spam, don't think about the spam...) if i just cut off my internet activities for awhile. It's from a little booklet delivered at my church: 40 days of fast and prayer. So, not only do i get to cement myself in reality, i'll test myself in a very weird way. Frankly i've no idea how i'd react to 40 days without the com (i generally go online about twice a week, and that's about it) and i've come up with two possible scenarios:

A, I don't even crave for it, since i'm already so busy; and grow closer to God,

or

B, I tie myself to a chair and erect a plaster wall around my PC to prevent temptation from seeping through, and try to convince a judge to give me a restraining order. Oh, and grow closer to God.

B is a little too crazy, but you never know ... Anyways, this means you people out there so intent on finding out how life is over here [read: Karl (he just returned from a holiday in Kuching), Amanda (campus life), and Aldrin (normal blog reading rounds)] better count my blog out from their bookmarks for awhile.

And wish me luck.

To the terrorists behind the London bombings.