the great white lark.

i had a dream about sleeping in a cockroach infested prison cell.

it wasn't pretty.

the day's been alright. with the amount of tickets remaining to be sold for the ball, i'm more than a little worried. usually i'd associate it with the last minute mentality that malaysians have, but i'm genuinely stressed out over the current situation. it's not easy selling...oh, say...100 tickets in 2 days. although the ball is a week away (give it two weeks if we're looking at this week and the week leading to next friday), this shouldn't happen. the current number of guests that we've confirmed with the hotel is 120, though i'm quite sure we have less than that.

i still say it's possible to sell everything off if we pull our pants up. there's really no choice but to do so.

aside from the astronomical task ahead, succeeding would make me proud in biblical proportions. sometimes i wonder why i relish challenges like these.

people think that i'm sort of an attention whore. and people target me for things going wrong because i'm the most obvious idiot, going around from class to class telling everyone to buy tickets. i mean, i am an attention whore, but the last thing i want is to make enemies in college without so much as lifting my finger. a guy came to pay up for the remainder of his deposit for his tickets today and said something to the extent of "you so populah-lah". normally, nobody would mind being popular, but i don't want to be associated that much. not that i'm not proud or anything, but it simply pins some sort of expectations upon me. and the thing is...nobody else really wants to take up what i do. the running around and being everyone's favourite idiot, i mean. call me less than modest, but i've been some sort of sick figurehead for all things fun and frivolous for the last two years while all i want to do is to find someone in the business department that i can talk about comics with.

it's like seth cohen suddenly becoming the center of attention for no apparent reason.

then again, i might be thinking highly of myself. which is usually the case.

(and if i was really popular, i'd get 1000 hits a day and sponsorship from a whole wide range of companies, and i'd never have to go to college ever again. such is a the power of blogging).

i was faced with a dilemma today. between cigarettes and food. so i bought both. not a terribly smart thing to do, but i wanted the cigarettes more than the food. not so good, is it? years of professing my ability to stay away from tabacco and when i don't have money, it comes down to the tobacco. fabulous. i'm doing such a great job. i'd rather have something that makes me fingers smelly and my teeth yellow as opposed to something solid in my stomach. then again, cigs last longer. and they make me look cool. no, seriously. it sounds terribly one-dimensional, but smoking does make you look cool. girls who say things like "oh, it's such a turn off" are lying because deep down inside, they want to know what it's like. and if they already do, they still think that there's some unexplainable appeal to it. cigarettes are also the world's best icebreaker. offer someone a cigarette and start a conversation. if they refuse the cigs, it's still not that bad.

i'm trying to justify buying a 20 pack of dunhill lights. bear with me.

ugh. i've been drained the last few days. lack of sleep for a wide variety of reasons: the ball, football, and funnily enough, the ultimate marvel universe. that stuff is amazing. i've never found so much joy in reading comics in a long while. and nick fury looks like samuel l. jackson. the story goes that marvel asked if they could base his character on him, and he agreed. so imagine seeing samuel l. jackson everywhere each month in whole line of comic books.

snakes on a motherfucking plane, motherfucker.

have a great evening.