My good looking friends
when you sympathetically try to get me hook up in the club
when you volunteer yourself to speak to the person I like
cos’ you’re so bloody good looking you can move around the club with ease
it makes me secretly wish you be mow down by a truck when you walk across the dance floor
stop laughing cos’ really… I really do
Hey all you people that has things figure out
I am that small little person you look down on but do not hesitate to
recruit for your propaganda
thinking we will just easily suck it up to you because of your charisma
I am calling it quits to be in your team unless you bring yourself down to speak
a much more understandable language
cos’ your eloquent flirts with us
could only get as far as a polar bear in Sahara
And you fucking critics judging me on my grammar
I no longer give a toss on you pissing on my parade
cos’ you can on your lazy ass work days
Wankers!
I know… even with my shitty grammar I gotta keep writing to improve.
A couple years ago I asked a guy’s opinion about my blog. He’s supposedly good writer. He looked at it and told me I’m shite and I should quit because my blog is ridden with cliches. I was ready for some “constructive criticism” but those ones were harsh. My immediate thought was, “He sucks and I never wanna talk to him again.” I thought to myself I am not gonna let these words destroys me and that I am not gonna give a toss about his opinion and just keep writing. But maybe subliminally I was affected. Cos’ ever since I was kinda slack with the discipline of writing. My private journaling has been irregular. However, I know the worse I could do is to blame my own lack of discipline on some harsh remarks and not get back into developing the discipline again. So, I’m gonna write again. I will not be baring my soul on my blog cos’ that would be sorta… needy. And to quote Björk, “emotional pornography”. This blog would be small snippets of my world. Memories of people and places that I want to share. Well, I think that’s a pretty good start by setting my objectives right.
It’s our country’s loss :(
