Life is becoming increasingly lazy and the castle princess is officially living the lifestyle of a pig. Piggie, my stuffed animal / best companion / sleepmate, is happy that I am now one of her kind.

Clothes are thrown all around the bedroom floor; Chicken breasts bought from Testco that were supposed to be the major component of "black bean sauce stir fried chicken slices with mushroom" are left forgotten in the freezer. Worse, mushrooms brew new mushrooms in the fridge. I still haven't installed Microsoft office systems on the newly bought laptop which is bought 3 months ago. Dairies are typed in Windows WordPad with no spell checker. I survive with technologies of the early 90s. Shampoo, leg shaver, body wash, altogether with at least 5 other bathroom items of fancy colors and smells have been sitting undisturbed on my bathroom floor for the past 6 days -- all because I took them off their designated positions on the bath tub and left them on the floor when I decided to take a bath this past Monday. Never wanted to go through the trouble to relocate them ever since. There is thus this ridiculous act of me walking around this scattered mess every time I try to make it to the toilet. The artificially extended distance from the bathroom door to the toilet seems much more affordable than the amount of effort needed to pump up a spirit let loose. It's really not all that ridiculous and easy. It's not just about tidiness...you need passion to be tidy and orderly.

Life is well - you are made happy - you grew numb of the wellness of conditions - life turns gloomy - you are made aware of how nice life were - you returned to be happy and life is well again;

Loop.

Given that I don't expect to be able to make any meaningful contribution to the advancement of science and humanity, let's just take this chance and term this theory the "Yu Efficient Life Hypothesis," the strong form.

The stock market has loopholes. Inefficiencies are foundd occasionally and that's why I still have a job. This happiness cycle thing, rather, follows a programmic rigidity. Never have I once seen it fail, human nature is doomed to fail. Plus, it is risky to play games and attempt to profit from life. I would say my theory should win a Nobel Prize by now.

The new year arrived without much fanfare. This often deceived me and makes me think of myself to be still residing in the all comfortable and mostly troubleless 06. But after all, 07 is no longer the "next year." By pulling the lame excuse of claiming myself to be still living on Beijing Time vs. Greenwich Time, I allowed myself some wiggle room and permit the last bit of laziness in 07 to last until the Chinese New Year, Feburary 18, 2007. But after that, there is absolutely no mixing up of 06 and 07, no throwing clothes unchanged, no leaving groceries to rot, no scattering things with no cleaning up. At the approaching of the pig year, I resolve to act as a good pig.

Passion is hard to find when you live oceans away from loved ones. The stretching of love injects lethargy into our bodies. Be tough, pigs never cry. Pigs always smile.