Back in 1997 (give or take a few years) when we were first introduced to the Internet, I remember my classmates flocking to the internet place in Sg. Wang. We were all ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the wonders of IRC. This is thanks to F who has always been and perhaps will always be into computers and the sort.
Little did I know that this new technology would take up many, many hours of my life. Many hours of our lives, if you're sitting in front of the computer reading this. My late teenage years were filled with going on IRC for hours at a time. I guess there is a certain appeal about being able to chat up guys without breaking a sweat and multiple guys at that.
Then came the big one. I fell in 'cyber love' with this 50 year old veteran soldier from Australia. At this time, I was 18. Funny how our daily rendevous lasted for more than a year and a half. It was filled with exchanges of pictures and talk of how we'd visit each other. In retrospect, I'm wondering what a 50 year old white man wants with an 18 year old asian girl. The follies of youth, I tell ya. Anyways, it was fun while it lasted. My current record for amount of time spent on IRC is 15 hours- straight.
So now, let me get to the point. For quite a few years now, IRC has lost its appeal. Why then do I keep coming online? Every hour that I am in front of this stupid machine, it's an hour less from my daily 'real' life. Of late too, I seem to be coming on here more frequently and for a longer period of time than intended. This can only mean one thing. I am bored! Only been back for a week and a half - and already bored. Arrghhh...not a good sign! Am determined to fight the powers of the internet. I can feel it pulling me back into the dark void where coming online is the highlight of the day. Yet after awhile of that your body gets weak and sluggish. Then comes depression of some sort. No, this time it will not happen.
I'm gonna go watch tv instead ;)
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