Monday, March 06, 2006

ok lets let it all out. lets ramble. lets bitch.

bout these dramaramaofamama we have in ourselves. come on, lets admit it, at one point of time or another, we seek attention. we need to be needed, we need to feel wanted. it might come across as affection towards your parents, the urge to sometimes please those who matter to us, our manja-ness to our significant others (who turn out to be very much a part of ourselves) or even donning the appropriate clothes and styling our hair in a certain manner to make ourselves feel part of a larger whole and avoiding sticking out like a sore ass after a wedgie.

for me, it has always be more of the prior two.

not a whole lotta people matter to me. i dare say, i m not entirely convinced i would stick my burnt-by-curlers neck 2 inches more than its intended length to save some tom, dick or harry ass no matter how tight their asses might be. no, i dun think i m selfish, i m just no mother theresa, hon. i would however, render help when needed (or asked to) but i do so within my means. but for those who really matter to me (and believe u me, i can count them with my fingers) i would and have gone to great lengths, stretching my neck, feet n arms, and elongating my spine while i m at it (just like wat they tell us in pilates) to accommodate their whims and fancies, which may possibly be as ridiculous as.... crimped hair and jeweled fingernails.

as much as we crave attention and long to sprinkle some spice into our bland, little insignificant lives, there has to be a difference between fact and fiction, yes? thats the reason why alice sounds sane enuf in wonderland but would come off as cuckoo anywhere else. plotting out stories that would make the best scriptwriter cringe-just to prove u have a(n) (imaginary)life is so-yesterday, people.

whatever means you choose to manifest your need to feel wanted and to convince people that your life is more interesting than listening to dan ong, making up stories that u went to the grammys with usher, is well, a little too hard swallow, no? (if u really do, then good for you.. and please help me get his autograph, sealed with a little kiss over it. thanks) but if not, trust me no matter how well u tried to conceal these seemingly minute and harmless lies, the truth will surface one day, regardless of whether people bother to dig up the low-downs.

one word: delusional.

ok fine, and while i am at it: mental, schizo and ultimately, Pathetic (please note the capital `p`).. along with perasan, shiok sendiri and tak sedar diri...

tak boleh angkat... (tats synonymous with cmi)

so there.

oh, as much as i know this is a bitch-eat-bitch world, where tempers run high and vengeance run deep, where its easier to forgive than forget and theres a fine line between plain envy and spiteful jealousy, making up stories to either make your life more colourful than she or to plant vicious lies to gather up votes against her is not called standing up for your rights.

tats just plain busuk hati. evil. its a BIG difference, u know.. grr...

r.z 7:34 PM  0 comments