Seriously, fuck those drivers man.flashing the headlights on his bright maroon car, the fucking bloke's eyes widening and nostrils flaring in time with the admonitory illuminations. Fuck him. Risking his life ( a fucked-up one anyway) in an attempt to overtake the slow-moving car (relatively so, Yes, you guess it, it's me!!!), so he will be ONE car -- ONE FUCKING car -- up the queue when he reaches the traffic lights. And what did that tell you about the life he was risking?
Oh yar, young bastards like him always think they are in-destructable, until you rammed a fucking oil tanker up his arse.
Exactly.
This is the fucking reason for road rage. It wasn't a symptom of growing traffic congestion, it was the closest these fuckers (not to mention wite-collared workers civilised and polite, until....) they in the car, got to defiance, the last ghostly fucking remnant of the will to assert some 'lim-peh DUA LIAP' kind of identity. It's like the only time they got to express any sense of self. They think they are in Daytona, or what? Lewis fucking Hamilton.
And yes. Love too. While i'm typing the above paragraph, one woman asked me one question (her-friend-ask-her-so-she-ask-me kinda problem), "Should i fly overseas to visit this guy that i like? coz' i din't meet him when he came back the other time, so i don't wanna miss a thing." That's the gist of it.
WHAT THE FUCK? Do i look like a love guru? And fuck. It's stupid. Blatent stupidity. Too much money, come give me lah? Cannot wait until he come back meh?
Pissed. Fucking pissed.
And it seemed like the whole world (nahh, i'm exaggerating, a few friends at least) want me to get a girlfriend. They even resort to schemes like 'double date', 'i-bring-you-go-club-hook-up-a-girl'. And to them, it seemed like girlfriends/boyfriends are so easy to find. One scoop out of the pond, and *wala!* you caught a fish. The fact is that, they ain't hot like Brad fucking Pitt, or Eva Menses (whatever you call it). Yes, they are flamboyant, and better-than-joe/jane in terms of looks. And they claimed i'm in their league, albeit its seriousness, it's absolutely satiristic. Okay, i know i'm not ugly, and i'm quite friendly ( i got a mouth to talk, don't cha?), and i have the capability to boost of my arsenals of girlfirendsssssss, that could make alot of guys to shame. But, what for?
21 years old and not attached. Is it so bad to begin with? And most of the time, they are short-term relationship. Just like those fuckers who overtake ONE CAR to express their sense of self, getting more relationships means you are attractive and experieinced? This is no fucking RPG, level up is not accounted this way. And those who managed to maintain long-term, good luck to you. A part of it is that you are lucky.
Coming back, i'm trying to be serious in this paragraph. After some self-reflection, or you call it, self-depreciatory session, i maanged to realise i just don't have balls to do it. Or another words, as commonly known, HUM JI.
Fuck. I need to stop ranting.
