unlike poets, i dun know how to compose poems.
unlike song writers, i dun know how to write songs.
unlike the great casanovas of the world, i never know the right thing to say
unlike the gentlemans, i as u all know am not.
unlike the sensible boys, im not one either.
To others, im unreliable, unsensible, ungentlemanly, talentless, perhaps even stupid to some extent and tactless. But none of those actually matter to me.
Many a times have ppl hated me for me being a bastard and a idiot for teasingly humiliating others heh but who really cares about past events. Apparently i found a few who have. Anyways Tim was telling me about the santa claus joke and it really knocked my socks off. What are the chances, even my cousin who i didnt really like started treating me nicely. Feels funny. Peaceful infact, TOO PEACEFUL. and i start to ponder on whatever could be coming up behind me to stab me in the back or bite me in the ass. It always happens whenever i feel lucky. Which is why certain events lead me to believe that i might not be where i actually feel i am going to be. Seriously.
Ive been instructed many a times to tell people and share to people about various things. In order to regain some sympathy and understanding and a label on me saying "Mature". Really, do i need those ? Shame on the sheep who just blindly follow the crowd. I believe in sticking strongly in what i believe in. But i do compromise at times.
Well with nothing else to say to the rest of you readers out there, ill present you with a word if u wish to get to know me
"ouch!"
nites
