Kim's bitching Part I

If there is one thing I hate it’s having a sluggish Internet connection. For goodness sake, how could this kind of connection even exist in the first place?! I can’t post pictures because it’ll be a year overdue once it’s finally uploaded and I can’t really see my friends’ faces on Friendster ‘cause the pictures just turn out to be empty boxes that say “loading”. It takes ten thousand years to load Hotmail and another gazillion trillion centuries to search for Gibson Guitar Catalogues on Google. Great! Superb! Woo-Hoo! To add salt to the wound, I’d have to bear with the constant spyware bug that has permanently glued itself to my hard drive since I left for Singapore. Casino and porno pop-ups invade my screen every other minute, dragging my modem bit-rate down to virtually zero. You know what that means? That means life sucks. Yes, with “Dail Dengan TMnet” web surfing becomes a pain in the ass. Why do I bother coming online then? Well, for starters, there is absolutely no form of entertainment whatsoever in the poverty-stricken district of Ampang. Don’t expect me to please myself by going to Ampang Yong Tau Fu everyday okaayyy…It is IMPOSSIBLE no matter what others might say. Most of my close buddies are either studying overseas or just plain lazy to meet up. (That includes me *grin*) Yes, yes I know that I bragged about my resolution to beef up my body once I get back here since I have plenty of time in my hands. Guess what? I am! I’m also patiently waiting for my cousin to come back from Singapore (*hell!) so that he can finally get me a job in the company he’s working for. He has subtly hinted to my mom over the phone that he might not even be able to do so. “Find him a replacement job for the mean time,” he advised. I don’t want a replacement job! So there you have it. Me bitching about the not-so-bright-side-of life. However, there is one thing that’s looming in the depths of my shallow mind. More of a fantasy rather than ”thing”. A week back I went to this guitar store to get my electric axe fixed. To my utter joy they had this promotion going on; that is for me to trade in my old, ugly and wrecked Yamaha for a brand new Godin guitar that just looks absolutely gorgeous. Did I mention that I had to top up RM 1,200 for that? Well, I have to top up RM 1,200 for that. I proposed the instrument “exchange” to my mom and dad who were waiting patiently in the car. Minutes later I wasn’t exactly smiling anymore. Ah*! Fantasies rule our mundane lives. I fantasise about having a lightning fast broadband connection. I fantasise about getting a job with that cousin of mine, and to add to that, his boss seeing great potential in me offers me a promotion that’ll allow me to earn big bucks without ever going into university. I dream about being able to stuff myself with steak and fries and ice cream and having perfect abs and biceps and pectorals and calves (Minus the exercise). I imagine myself holding onto that shiny new guitar, rocking like the rocker I’m born to be in my not so spacious room. Most of all I fantasise about ------------ Well, that’s for me to know and you to not find out.