funny how I tend to think of a good title for the post before even knowing what to write in the body itself. one would have thought that the title be only conjured up once you get a rough inclination of how the body will go. but one would have also thought that I was a douchebag, and that the world is nice and square. oh wait a minute….
anyway, the past week has been a splendid week for me in terms of self discovery. to my amazement, there are plenty of idiots on the road, and there is no way in hell that you can avoid them, even if you try to crawl out of your hiding hole at 4.32 in the morning on a rain lashed Tuesday. you are bound to meet an idiot on the road, even with the said situation. if comets were to fall from the sky ala Michael Bay style in Armageddon, you will still find idiotic drivers on the road. there just isn’t any chance for escape. I wouldn’t bother whinging about how horrible drivers here are, considering how they probably aren’t any better back in Australia. well okay that is an understatement (the chance encounter with an idiotic driver in this place is probably higher than say, getting a date with Gemma Atkinson and seeing her in her birthday suit after a date. unless you’re her latest squeeze, in which the odds wouldn’t be fair now, would it?)
it’s also been nice to meet up with old friends and do the stuff that friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a long time. mainly hurl obscenities at each other for still being the same Joe Bloke that we left of many years ago. and oh, squealing like idiots too. oh… wait. that didn’t happen.
I’m dying of boredom here and if it wasn’t for the sanity of my Fender Strat, and some good books to read, I’d be crying myself to sleep to pass the time away just that little bit quicker. maybe I should do something responsible and right, and look for a part time job. or maybe I should just do what I’ve always been doing during every holiday that I take, and that is to pig out till my heart is full of contentment.
and so, I bid adieu. to the arms of embrace in which only music can offer, I will warmly snuggle up to. plus a hot cup of hot chocolate with some marshmellows in it. oh wait… I don’t have that here. a teh si, then.
