The mind of one very complicated entity

Saturday, August 30, 2003

It's 9:49am on the eve of independance day (id4 springs to mind) and while you local folks are content about it being called 'merdeka' ; I won't, as it sounds un-western and hence rather depressing; it already being that I'm NOT in a western country, with foreign girls and their straight dirty blonde hair and open attitudes, and not forgetting the ridiculously low car prices. I so want an Evolution VIII; well, not really...what I really do want is a Ferrari (a certain 575M Maranello in gray)...but anyways the point is...It's eve to a national celebration and I'm home alone. Now I've just read more than a quarter of the Bridget jones's diary and have come to the conclusion that I am Bridget Jones. Besides sharing the same birthday(co-incidence but I think I's fate telling me something), I seem to be leading the same lifestyle and am still single. But then again, I'm probably more Jeremy Clarkson than Tiff Needell (who is really cool, by the way). So it's like a mix between Jeremy Clarkson, a good dosage of Bridget Jones and being the asian version of it; very depressing. Either ways, gotta go get dinner of some sort and hopefully get laid in the process (don't ask me how) and er...yeah.