I got a headache yesterday reading Colin Powell's speech. If his strategy was to overwhelm the public and the Security Council, well, he certainly did his job right. I am overwhelmed and I got a headache because of it. But I am not moved by any means. I feel very very ambiguous about it. I've had strong feelings about this, but if you've been reading this blog, you will have noticed that I'm in a state of losing mojo. I mean seriously. I almost feel like I have to have an opinion for the sake of having an opinion. I'm writing to save my own creativity, even though I'll be the first to admit, I've not been remotely close to being creative the past month and a half or so. Or maybe it's my nascent Asian upbringing. You know, the I don't really care unless it blows up in front of my face, and even if it did, it was all destiny and fate anyway. I don't care already. I really don't. I don't want to care, I don't want to hear about it. Just do whatever you have to do. The passion that was there before, the good intentions... simply slipping away and morphing into disdain.