love is just a feelin
i think i'm very good at pandering to evry other person.
not to say that i'm an incorrigible two-faced bootlicker. but more like i'm rather capable of sayin different stuff in different ways to different pple. basically i can talk to anybody at all. pride myself for being able to warm up to strangers and get them to open up considerably as well. maybe i'm just shameless. if my subject of interest is disinterested and contemptuous to wat i'm sayin, it ain't my problem but theirs. i've had a good time talkin to myself anyway.
but there's a downside. sometimes i'd feel pretty lost. i'd wonder which is the real me. when is the real me talkin. but i figured that i just have a multi-split personality and i like to role-play. when i gush with a bimbo, i'm breathless, ditzy and very high-pitched. when i discuss political and world issues with a potential PAP candidate from RI, i'm sharp and discerning. when i bemoan bout the sick sad world we're livin in with an emo, philosophical, chain-smokin morbid poetic addict, i can summon looming thunderclouds and impending apocalyptic doom in a split sec with my powerful words.
u knoe wat they say. speak our language and u're one of us, baby. now i knoe more bout the lives of delinquents, smartasses, and evry other assorted being. and still counting.
sometimes i fail to entertain and it gets me rather despondent too. but it happens onli either when i have garlic breath or if the other party is as sprightly as a Da Vinci display furniture. it's strange how some pple just can't seem to share personal stuff. maybe the skeletons in their cupboards are the bashful lot. they feel naked comin out of their hermit shells. i hope they'd have better luck with their future spouses, cos honesty is the best policy in any relationship. no point fakin an orgasm when it ain't happening, innit.
my dad is croonin at the top of his voice again. wayang style. it's either me having a hearing problem or he can hit certain notes that are audible onli to dogs. cos the song sounds pretty incoherent to me. missing parts here and there. but i'll give him a 7 out of 10 for him trying his best and havin no regrets anyway. way to go, dad.
it's a dreary day. i think of the crystal clear blue waters in redang where u can see schools of fishes swimming past ur legs and i start to weep.
not to say that i'm an incorrigible two-faced bootlicker. but more like i'm rather capable of sayin different stuff in different ways to different pple. basically i can talk to anybody at all. pride myself for being able to warm up to strangers and get them to open up considerably as well. maybe i'm just shameless. if my subject of interest is disinterested and contemptuous to wat i'm sayin, it ain't my problem but theirs. i've had a good time talkin to myself anyway.
but there's a downside. sometimes i'd feel pretty lost. i'd wonder which is the real me. when is the real me talkin. but i figured that i just have a multi-split personality and i like to role-play. when i gush with a bimbo, i'm breathless, ditzy and very high-pitched. when i discuss political and world issues with a potential PAP candidate from RI, i'm sharp and discerning. when i bemoan bout the sick sad world we're livin in with an emo, philosophical, chain-smokin morbid poetic addict, i can summon looming thunderclouds and impending apocalyptic doom in a split sec with my powerful words.
u knoe wat they say. speak our language and u're one of us, baby. now i knoe more bout the lives of delinquents, smartasses, and evry other assorted being. and still counting.
sometimes i fail to entertain and it gets me rather despondent too. but it happens onli either when i have garlic breath or if the other party is as sprightly as a Da Vinci display furniture. it's strange how some pple just can't seem to share personal stuff. maybe the skeletons in their cupboards are the bashful lot. they feel naked comin out of their hermit shells. i hope they'd have better luck with their future spouses, cos honesty is the best policy in any relationship. no point fakin an orgasm when it ain't happening, innit.
my dad is croonin at the top of his voice again. wayang style. it's either me having a hearing problem or he can hit certain notes that are audible onli to dogs. cos the song sounds pretty incoherent to me. missing parts here and there. but i'll give him a 7 out of 10 for him trying his best and havin no regrets anyway. way to go, dad.
it's a dreary day. i think of the crystal clear blue waters in redang where u can see schools of fishes swimming past ur legs and i start to weep.
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