A'commode'ation

Dear reader,

Swinburne has nice toilets. Or bathrooms, rather. Or water closets, depending which side of the Atlantic you prefer. I find toilet cubicles calming places, where you can think in peace, realign your qi, zen yourself out, and rediscover your equilibrium after a particularly haranguing day at school. It's also the perfect place to apply one's make-up. Oh, speaking of make-up, the lighting in Swinburne's restrooms are simply divine, especially the ones on the ground floors. I highly recommend them, you know, just in case you happen to be in the vicinity of the Swinburne Sarawak campus and you're looking for a peaceful place to put on your make-up.

Why, this very post was conceived and partly-composed in a toilet cubicle. [What, too much information?] Actually, I like to just hang out in the restrooms between classes, regardless of the condition of my bladder. Does that make me weird, kind reader? Does that make me a freak, a socially-inept dweeb who ducks back into my unconventional hiding place at every possible opportunity? Well, say what you will, my dear reader, the fact remains: I am a toilet enthusiast. And besides, this is my blog and I'll talk about what I want to talk about. So there.

Oh, I just realized something. This is the first time I've actually come out and said [...typed?] my college's name. Hmm...I wonder if divulging the name of the college where I study is an altogether wise thing to do. You're not a cyber stalker, are you, dear reader? Well, good. That's a relief. Although, if you are indeed a stalker, I don't expect you'd 'fess up to it just like that, now would you? Pffft. Heh. As if. I mean, who would be willing to go to the trouble of stalking me over this pathetic excuse for a blog anyway? I'm probably the safest blogger in the history of safe bloggers, ever.

Oh, on a side note, do you know that when one googles my name, there are actually results? Actual results, for me! My Facebook page, I think, and my DA page. I had no idea I was so cyber-conspicuous. It's cool and scary at the same time. The thought of leaving my footprint on the sands of time is, of course, extremely gratifying. However, it's also really frightening that I could be traced or investigated so easily. Certain aspects of my life can be scrutinised by random--and potentially dangerous--strangers all over the world. There was this one movie I saw, I forget what it was called. Something like 'Untraceable'. Anyway, it was about this serial killer who used an interactive website to murder his victims. The more views the site got, the quicker the poor guys got killed. And he managed to track down an FBI-cyber-detective-guy, lured him to a secluded spot, incapacitated him and transported him back to his (the killer's) house, and subsequently murdered him in public. He didn't stop there, though. Nope. He went after the FBI-cyber-detective-lady next. He had all the details of her personal life at his fingertips. Very, very scary.

Okay, I think I'm about done. Holy cow! My last post was on the 8th of August! Oh...wait. That's not too bad, considering my track record. Hey, just be thankful I bothered to blog at all. I have three assignments due next week, for your information, my dear reader. Well, I should probably stop procrastinating and just do the darn things. And so the truth comes out. Don't worry, my dearest reader, you're not just a tool for procrastination. At least, not all the time. I sincerely missed my one-sided conversations with you this past month or so. Sincerely. With all...sincerity. Ahem.

So, I guess I'll see you in a bit. Til next time, I remain...

Yours,

Figgy the Toilet Enthusiast