Thursday, June 19, 2003

"riding with the devil"
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oh, yea, my license has expired. for a month. i went to the jpj to get it renewed and they said that i was blacklisted. i went to the blacklist counter at the same branch and asked if i could renew the license and they told me to go to shah alam. i haven't gone as yet...so technically, i'm driving illegally. it's not fair, really. you'd at least expect them to be more efficient. unfair. totally. the b*stards. i can't get anything to be done right. for one small mistake that i [iterally and figuratively] paid for, i've got to go all the way to the end of the world [it seems that way] to clear my good name. what a crock.

but for now, i'm still driving at large. what a concept, yea?
"kick!"
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david beckham for real madrid. who would've thought, yea? it seems pretty cool, but at the same time, quite overrated. beckham, not real.

mmmph. kick.
"the fragile"
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i'm getting mental. since my last blog, a lot has happened. technically, not a lot, but enough to keep myself occupied. let's just look at the immediate past for the moment. on monday, it was my advanced statistics final exam which i've flunked. definitely. it'd take a whole passel of angels and the good Lord Himself to drag me out of the hole that i've dugged for myself. next tuesday is my promotions final, which i'm a bit more ready for. emphasis on the word bit. i've taken up accounting 2 again for what has to be the last time, seeing how the college might kick me out if i don't pass [ie: excel] at it this semester. oh, and my computer has taken a turn for the worse, and it's now plonking not working. priceless. but never mind about that. i'm done with my bitching. wait, all my blogs are at home, nicely written on A4 paper. yes, which means that right now, i'm just simply doing this to ensure that those nice people at blogger don't pull me off their servers. for the better, it's been a while since i've heard myself. i'm such a egophobe.

right now i'm more or less surrounded by the working bunch at this net cafe that i'm in. it used to be a regular haunt of mine [later at night], and it was the first time that i've been here so early. i guess that this is what people do to blow away stress. priceless. i salute them; they've given me new ideas on what to do when i start working. whenever the hell that is. i'm so bushed right now. it's been a normal day of class and studying...more of the class than the studying. since we're on the subject of working people, and since most of the quasi-yuppies around me are male, i'd just like to ask one thing: when you're working, how exactly do you get a date? do you go clubbing and hope that something works out? or in? do you bar hop to the best of your ability and hope that something other than a bowl of peanuts comes your way?

what happens? that's why i've always thought that it's easier to find someone and at least make something grow when you're younger. i know that we shouldn't really be thinking like this in this day and age of living in the fast lane and rising up the ever-lengthening corporate ladder, but i'd rather be married to my sweetheart of sorts than to someone i met under pressure to look for something worthwhile. there's truth in that, really.

i've just read li vern's blog...how some girl thought that he was lonely. well, i can safely say that he's not, because he's having fun with whatever it is he's doing. but there probably will be a time when we're all going to look at ourselves and assess the mess that we've gotten ourselves into. then again, is it really a necessity to get married and procreate? yes? no?

as sick as it sounds, the sex is for free. romance is easy; love is hard.

at least i'm happy. for how long, i can't say, but i can say that i'm happy with the little mess i've landed myself into. at least it's for real. and at least i'm not telling myself that it is.