Third Gear, Hang On Tight

My throat itches. Itches so bad that I thought it'll be a good idea to drink coke. Twice. Now my whole mouth feels numb.

*uarghkk*

I should be studying for my Econs test, but I just don't have the mood with a numb throat and all. Don't you just love the feeling of not having to do anything at all? It's weird because I usually like to keep myself busy but somehow my ass starts creating this magnetic force that pulls me down to the couch, while my fingers find the remote and I tune into,

AMERICAN IDOL.

What could be more entertaining on a Thursday night than watching these idiots try to convince the world they can sing? It's blatantly obvious that most are doing it just to be on TV.

Why? Why? Why?

Spare yourself the fifteen seconds of fame and just watch at home like the rest of us who aren't bothered because we KNOW we CAN'T sing. Standing in queue for hours only to be given 20 seconds to embarass yourself and be the laughing stock of the world! Yes, yes, life planned out very nicely, indeed.

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While I was at the driving test centre the other day, I got the most unusual request from a stranger. This guy, probably in his early twenties (the most) asked me for my number. Ironically, he didn't look or seem like the typical jackass hell bent on picking up random females with lame pick up lines and wearing tight slacks (re: mat rempits).

He just started out a polite conversation with me while we were waiting for our test cards to be given out to us.

"Pass, tak?" ( Did you pass?)
*Shakes head*
"Bukit ker?" ( Was it at the hill?)
"Yeah"

He just started asking me some pretty innocent questions and all, and I just answered. Didn't really feel like asking him back anything. I didn't really think much of it. I had been at that place for 5 hours and I just wanted to go back home. After about 5 minutes, he asks me for my number.

Now, I didn't have a mirror with me, but what I looked like at that time was probably, tired, sweaty, hair in a mess, a big-ass frown on my face, not even dressed in anything remotely provocative and sitting in a very unattractive position on the floor in that tiny, no excuse for a hall.

I was obviously not at my best. Is this guy blind or stupid?

I said no and just gave him my, "I don't give my number to random strangers" look and flashed him a small smile. He said,

"Takper, tak paksa" (It's okay, I wasn't forcing you)

Ah, good. He took it maturely. But then again, rejection is still rejection and he got up and walked away-just like that. Geez.

And no, that didn't make my day any better.