*Language Alert!*
I sweared a lot and made some remarks that may contain some social cost in this post, so please skip if you want to maintain your virtue of being graceful and mannered.
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1. Borderline Personalty Disorder Revisited
When it comes to credibility, I'm like a little legitimate kingdom which suffers from thunders and storms and terror attacks and invasions and ambitious politicians. Right, I seem THAT guilty yet that INNOCENT. Nothing is okay. It has never been and, as the way it all goes, will never be. I could've just swear and spit, saying "fawk off" and gone on my way to my happy place, but I didn't, know why? Because I'm nice. I was BEING NICE, and what came after that?
And fawk all of you who get whatever you want and take everything for granted. I try hard every single day to be a better person (though I'm such a screwed up as I seem to be), so I put up with lots of bullshxt because I think that's the noble way of doing things; and y'all Princes and Princesses just come by and act as if you're tolerating whatever trouble around ya. Fawk that. Fawk all of ya.
2.What I learned from Hustle(click to check out):
When you want to bullshxt an European businessman, just tell him about ASIA.
And it probably apply to any Western businessmen.
3. Some Past Murmur
The impatient guy in front of me makes me anxious and uncomfortable. Waiting in line is supposed to be graceful and elegant, since it's some sort of a socially adopted manner; but stumping aggressively back and forth without a second still isn't. The swaying shadow accompanied by two shaking legs flashing leftward then rightward then left. Dizzy.
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