Sunday, January 24, 2010
A Friend
A true friend is someone who's there when you're down. Often forgotten when times are good, but always there when you need someone to talk to.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Social War
Sometimes, people can be full of crap. Sometimes, people don't realise that their nonsense actually does affect those around them. And most of the time, these people don't know why things happen and how they actually caused it.
Let's put it in a different context. The generally accepted, or perceived notion, of 'emo' refers to someone who is alone and doesn't exercise interaction and socialising due to some form of depression. But have you really wondered deeper on why that person may feel that way? Probably, yes. But have you really tried to make 'em feel any better? Despite their persistence at wanting to be alone, have you tried to really sit down and create a dialogue?
Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone has a story they wanna tell but some people find it more difficult than others. Some have a tendency to be more open easily whilst others need some time and gain trust of another individual to really open up. Me, I'm the latter. I can be bipolar and I get worse when I feel that no one cares. How? Well, the fact that I'm writing this is example of a last resort for me to make my feelings heard. But I digress.
At this moment of time, I'm facing a minute emotional distress amongst the people I interact with everyday. Not familial, but colleagues and friends. Why? Because I somehow feel that no one really appreciates me as a person and that I'm always being used by everyone.
If you hate me or hate personal stories, please log onto some other website 'cause I don't like to bore people about myself. If you do choose to continue reading...Very well.
I feel like I'm frequently being used by people around me. I have some musical background and I help compose songs for friends and so on. But I feel like people have abused my ability and that I don't get appreciated for my efforts. I feel like I'm only there because they need me to help 'em out. Apart from that, I wouldn't even be known. I'm taken for granted and that these people will just see me today and forget me tomorrow.
Same goes with 'friends'. Whenever people are alone, I would talk to them. If it's a big group, I couldn't care less. But if someone doesn't seem alright, I'll do my best to help 'em out. But the goddamn thing can't be said the other way around. Whenever I'm down, no one really approaches me and wants to know my problems. I get the usual, 'Anything wrong?' and if I say 'no', they'd be 'Alright...well, take care'. No one has ever come to me and say, 'No, you don't seem alright. If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears'. Never. I've been told secrets and emotions of people but I've never told much of my own state to many people. Why, because I feel that no one really wants to know.
This has made a huge side effect on me. Because of this, I feel that I'm under appreciated. I'm there for Music and Footie. Apart from that, no one would really ask me out to hang out. Really...I know I'm not a perfect dude, but I'm rarely called out to hang out. Even with the people I frequently talk to. I'm never in their priority list or anyone's in fact. I'm just another person you'd probably met, chatted with, took for granted and forgotten. Because of the affection I'm receiving from people I talk to, I feel this way. I feel like I'm not important. I feel like I'm just an extra in everyone's life. I feel like I wouldn't make a difference in anyone's life and that my presence is just there for no reason but for being there.
Work related. In my project team, I feel like no one really appreciates me as a person outside. I'm just another team member. I'm the one who animates, does the sound, music and story concepts. But outside...I'm not missed, I'm no one important. Just a pawn, a tool for you to use to get by in your selfish desires to claim achievement and success.
Remember this, no one is 'emo' by choice for no reason. People around them make them that way. Society forces them to feel this way. So by casting these people and branding them as a menace or a nuisance is just making things worse. So, really if someone you know becomes this way, talk to them. If they persist on being silent, make them feel wanted and that they have some ears to talk to. Don't make them feel the way I have. Everyone wants to share something. Be it problems or worries. But will you listen?
Let's put it in a different context. The generally accepted, or perceived notion, of 'emo' refers to someone who is alone and doesn't exercise interaction and socialising due to some form of depression. But have you really wondered deeper on why that person may feel that way? Probably, yes. But have you really tried to make 'em feel any better? Despite their persistence at wanting to be alone, have you tried to really sit down and create a dialogue?
Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone has a story they wanna tell but some people find it more difficult than others. Some have a tendency to be more open easily whilst others need some time and gain trust of another individual to really open up. Me, I'm the latter. I can be bipolar and I get worse when I feel that no one cares. How? Well, the fact that I'm writing this is example of a last resort for me to make my feelings heard. But I digress.
At this moment of time, I'm facing a minute emotional distress amongst the people I interact with everyday. Not familial, but colleagues and friends. Why? Because I somehow feel that no one really appreciates me as a person and that I'm always being used by everyone.
If you hate me or hate personal stories, please log onto some other website 'cause I don't like to bore people about myself. If you do choose to continue reading...Very well.
I feel like I'm frequently being used by people around me. I have some musical background and I help compose songs for friends and so on. But I feel like people have abused my ability and that I don't get appreciated for my efforts. I feel like I'm only there because they need me to help 'em out. Apart from that, I wouldn't even be known. I'm taken for granted and that these people will just see me today and forget me tomorrow.
Same goes with 'friends'. Whenever people are alone, I would talk to them. If it's a big group, I couldn't care less. But if someone doesn't seem alright, I'll do my best to help 'em out. But the goddamn thing can't be said the other way around. Whenever I'm down, no one really approaches me and wants to know my problems. I get the usual, 'Anything wrong?' and if I say 'no', they'd be 'Alright...well, take care'. No one has ever come to me and say, 'No, you don't seem alright. If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears'. Never. I've been told secrets and emotions of people but I've never told much of my own state to many people. Why, because I feel that no one really wants to know.
This has made a huge side effect on me. Because of this, I feel that I'm under appreciated. I'm there for Music and Footie. Apart from that, no one would really ask me out to hang out. Really...I know I'm not a perfect dude, but I'm rarely called out to hang out. Even with the people I frequently talk to. I'm never in their priority list or anyone's in fact. I'm just another person you'd probably met, chatted with, took for granted and forgotten. Because of the affection I'm receiving from people I talk to, I feel this way. I feel like I'm not important. I feel like I'm just an extra in everyone's life. I feel like I wouldn't make a difference in anyone's life and that my presence is just there for no reason but for being there.
Work related. In my project team, I feel like no one really appreciates me as a person outside. I'm just another team member. I'm the one who animates, does the sound, music and story concepts. But outside...I'm not missed, I'm no one important. Just a pawn, a tool for you to use to get by in your selfish desires to claim achievement and success.
Remember this, no one is 'emo' by choice for no reason. People around them make them that way. Society forces them to feel this way. So by casting these people and branding them as a menace or a nuisance is just making things worse. So, really if someone you know becomes this way, talk to them. If they persist on being silent, make them feel wanted and that they have some ears to talk to. Don't make them feel the way I have. Everyone wants to share something. Be it problems or worries. But will you listen?
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Angst Years of My Life
Teenage Kicks. We've all had 'em. We can't control 'em sometimes. It's funny that when you're young, you really can't wait to grow older and do things which grown ups do. The sad part is when you can do all those 'wonderful new things', it's pretty much anticlimactic.
Think about it, the glories of being an adult and the stuff you can do could be your downfall. As a child, you don't have not much worries through your actions. Breaking a vase or losing dad's favourite book isn't as bad as breaking the law or losing your virginity. Think deeper. The reason for the stuff you did when you were younger were largely based on your capacity to have fun. Past that stage and onto pre-adult life, your fun is risky kicks which might end up kicking you in the back.
But, honestly, you can't back out of some things that you do. Like for me, most of the things I do are for acceptance. I mean, as a teen, you feel like nobody understands you and the stuff you go through and you want to be part of a group which can facilitate to your needs. These social groups are formed by the insecurities of teens. Popular kids need to be told or felt like they're God's gift to the school, in the other end of the spectrum, 'weird' kids have a tendency to dress and prefer different things from the mainstream following crowd. In their respective groups, they get that attention they crave.
Take me for example. I've never really gone out and painted the town red or had loads of chicks. I'm also a very individualistic person, in the sense that I'm competitive and hate large organisations or social groups. I feel that it kills the individual's creative prowess and overwhelms the person's ability to shine. I also wanted to show people that I could do something not many can, or are good at. I wanted to stand out. So I looked towards music. Initially, it was due to acceptance. I wanted people to like me. My insecurities got the better of me when I told myself that girls digged guitarists. So I practiced religiously at home and played till late at night. However, despite my persistence, I never had females coming to me to be blasted by some riff or lick I learnt and practiced. Sucked ass, I know. But it goes to show how much you're willing to go to be accepted by others. However, over time, as I grew more attached to music and honed my playing abilities at home and in school, I began getting recognised by some people. So, I guess in that sense, you never get what you want. But what you had wanted might come when you least expect it.
Other people might do other things. Me, I tell jokes. I want to speak to people and I do that via stories, anecdotes and jokes. Anything to get guys to speak to me, pretty girls to communicate with... The desire to be accepted is something quite forceful. I see girls wearing layer after layer of make-up to make themselves more attractive. It's not wrong, it's just the way we teenagers and young adults do stuff to get noticed and accepted. Some dudes dress flamboyantly, others do cheap stunts. Drug addicts, smokers...you name 'em. Peer pressure to be part of a group or to maintain the same friends you have.
Teenage life is one which is not without drama, my friend. It's sure as hell is fun but it's also one that make one look pathetic. Usually sub-conscious to that individual but the desire to be part of a group, to be accepted, to be loved, to be understood...it's some of the things we teenage have, or are going, through and has is the fuel for us doing what we do and how behave. Of course, you could say that familial upbringings play a part, but there are some cases where prestiges families have kids who do silly things due to external influences. But this is just my take. This is what I feel about life as a adolescent. All these hormones and curiosity mixed with hidden desires and cravings...You'll never know man...
Think about it, the glories of being an adult and the stuff you can do could be your downfall. As a child, you don't have not much worries through your actions. Breaking a vase or losing dad's favourite book isn't as bad as breaking the law or losing your virginity. Think deeper. The reason for the stuff you did when you were younger were largely based on your capacity to have fun. Past that stage and onto pre-adult life, your fun is risky kicks which might end up kicking you in the back.
But, honestly, you can't back out of some things that you do. Like for me, most of the things I do are for acceptance. I mean, as a teen, you feel like nobody understands you and the stuff you go through and you want to be part of a group which can facilitate to your needs. These social groups are formed by the insecurities of teens. Popular kids need to be told or felt like they're God's gift to the school, in the other end of the spectrum, 'weird' kids have a tendency to dress and prefer different things from the mainstream following crowd. In their respective groups, they get that attention they crave.
Take me for example. I've never really gone out and painted the town red or had loads of chicks. I'm also a very individualistic person, in the sense that I'm competitive and hate large organisations or social groups. I feel that it kills the individual's creative prowess and overwhelms the person's ability to shine. I also wanted to show people that I could do something not many can, or are good at. I wanted to stand out. So I looked towards music. Initially, it was due to acceptance. I wanted people to like me. My insecurities got the better of me when I told myself that girls digged guitarists. So I practiced religiously at home and played till late at night. However, despite my persistence, I never had females coming to me to be blasted by some riff or lick I learnt and practiced. Sucked ass, I know. But it goes to show how much you're willing to go to be accepted by others. However, over time, as I grew more attached to music and honed my playing abilities at home and in school, I began getting recognised by some people. So, I guess in that sense, you never get what you want. But what you had wanted might come when you least expect it.
Other people might do other things. Me, I tell jokes. I want to speak to people and I do that via stories, anecdotes and jokes. Anything to get guys to speak to me, pretty girls to communicate with... The desire to be accepted is something quite forceful. I see girls wearing layer after layer of make-up to make themselves more attractive. It's not wrong, it's just the way we teenagers and young adults do stuff to get noticed and accepted. Some dudes dress flamboyantly, others do cheap stunts. Drug addicts, smokers...you name 'em. Peer pressure to be part of a group or to maintain the same friends you have.
Teenage life is one which is not without drama, my friend. It's sure as hell is fun but it's also one that make one look pathetic. Usually sub-conscious to that individual but the desire to be part of a group, to be accepted, to be loved, to be understood...it's some of the things we teenage have, or are going, through and has is the fuel for us doing what we do and how behave. Of course, you could say that familial upbringings play a part, but there are some cases where prestiges families have kids who do silly things due to external influences. But this is just my take. This is what I feel about life as a adolescent. All these hormones and curiosity mixed with hidden desires and cravings...You'll never know man...
Friday, February 27, 2009
That Berk at Work
Throughout my short life i do recall,
Many people i often appall.
Non more so than the ones who smile
And talk to you for a short while.
The ones who'd shadow your little bright glow
And off-set your strenuous daily work flow.
They often are found lingering around at work,
But are plainly called 'your everyday berk'
They're here and there and come in all shapes and sizes,
Trust me, my friend, its harder to win prizes.
Everywhere you go, you cannot hide,
Don't turn left...yep, he's there by your side.
You're brought up thinking about people and society,
But all they say is just 'me, me, me'
A tight slap across their face Will do just fine,
But alas, nah...you won't waste your time.
In schools they often distract you,
Doing things that often displease you.
After a while it get quite boring,
'Stop it right now! its getting pretty annoying!'
All these people should just be away,
Go somewhere far, or be gone for a day.
Projects are due in a few days time,
Berks of them sorts keep wasting your time.
But really, when you look closer, you'll be amazed at what you see,
You think to yourself, 'wait that's really me.'
Yes, those people who get you down,
They're just like you, you dumb stupid clown.
You're too blind, to silly to see
That people like them are actually you and me.
So the next time your about shout colourful words at that silly turd
Just remember, he's as bad as you are you judgemental berk
Many people i often appall.
Non more so than the ones who smile
And talk to you for a short while.
The ones who'd shadow your little bright glow
And off-set your strenuous daily work flow.
They often are found lingering around at work,
But are plainly called 'your everyday berk'
They're here and there and come in all shapes and sizes,
Trust me, my friend, its harder to win prizes.
Everywhere you go, you cannot hide,
Don't turn left...yep, he's there by your side.
You're brought up thinking about people and society,
But all they say is just 'me, me, me'
A tight slap across their face Will do just fine,
But alas, nah...you won't waste your time.
In schools they often distract you,
Doing things that often displease you.
After a while it get quite boring,
'Stop it right now! its getting pretty annoying!'
All these people should just be away,
Go somewhere far, or be gone for a day.
Projects are due in a few days time,
Berks of them sorts keep wasting your time.
But really, when you look closer, you'll be amazed at what you see,
You think to yourself, 'wait that's really me.'
Yes, those people who get you down,
They're just like you, you dumb stupid clown.
You're too blind, to silly to see
That people like them are actually you and me.
So the next time your about shout colourful words at that silly turd
Just remember, he's as bad as you are you judgemental berk
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year!
WOOOO! BOOYAY! New Year's Day! Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009! All right!
Nah. Today, as in 1st January 2009, which was yesterday cos I'm posting it the following day, hence...yesterday, 1st January 2009 was the most insane day ever. Don't usually post my daily events, but today was special...In the sadistic, off-beat sense.
3...2...1...Happy New Year!
Not so much for me. I was at gibson.com learning thru their new online lessons. Honestly, Arlen Roth is amazing. That dude can play anything! Was watching, and learning from, him playing B.B. King licks. Sweet as ever...So, I picked up Pattie and played...till around 3 or 4ish. Hmm, I said to myself, a bit late. So i slept...ish.
Shrugged here and there on me bed and felt this strange vibration on my head. I couldn't have been shitfaced...you know, drunk. Cos, I don't drink. Then I realised it was my phone. Eight o'clock...I muttered and cursed under my breath. Not long later, I went back to sleep.
Beep-beep...Again? I picked up my mobile phone and half consciously read the screen. Scanned thru it, hardly. And then, my heart raced...The words 'Meetup', 'shooting (as in film), 'late' appeared. Shit. I had a film shoot and I was late. The thing starts at 9 and I was 2 hours late. Didn't help that the location was at the other side of the Island. So, I rushed to the bathroom, had a quick shower, brushed my teeth, put on some new clothes and then ran out of the door to the bus stop.
12pm. I was about 15 minutes away from the location. I called my friend and apologised. I also asked him which bus to take, cos I wasn't sure how to get there. He told and I...I should have been listening. So I jumped on a bus and was headed towards the right place. However, the bus suddenly turned to an unknown location...to me anyway. As I looked out the window, my mind was cursing. So I jumped off the bus and ran towards, what I thought was, the right direction. It was, until I saw fences. So, I ran back where I came from and ran around the fences. As I jogged, every once in a while, I would enter some void deck and wonder, thinking if this is the right place.
Finally, I reached the place. I was so relieved, tired, I couldn't say anything. I kept keeping to myself cos I was really that tired and kept reassuring everyone I was fine. Unfortunately, it rained. After a succession of shoots, it began to rain...heavily. So we packed up and decided to head home.
This is where it all got interesting. As my friends and I went our separate ways, I went to check if a particular bus headed somewhere near my house. Apparently, it didn't and I went off it. As I did, my bladder felt full and urged me to go to the toilet. So, I checked the back of the bus and ran across the street. Big Mistake.
As I ran, a car came onto me. I saw it and I jumped back...BANG! I was hit by an on-coming vehicle. Time slowed down before impact. You saw the situation slowly but your helpless to prevent it. All I did was jump back and it was enough for me to be unscathed. As I hit the side of the car, my ass hit the side mirror and broke it. My shoulder scraped the top of the car and then my bottom cushion the fall. I got up quickly and felt a slight scratch on my hand. Checked myself...no blood. Phew. I manage to pick myself quickly and go to the car to apologise. Funnily enough, I was so fast, that when I went to the car, the driver hadn't even had the chance to put the clutch down.
I was a wimp at this stage and started apologising like a determined flyer boy passing out flyers. I wanted this whole thing to go away and put it behind...I was fine, no injuries and most importantly...I had to go to the bathroom. Urgently. But it all happened really fast and my mind was like...You need to go to the toilet...NOW! The driver, poor dude...kept asking if I wanted to see the doctor. I kept refusing telling him, I'd rather pay for the broken mirror. In the end, all was fine...I think...I mean we all went home after that.
A weird thing was that, a friend said there was actually a police car present...How did they miss an idiot being hit by a car?
Nah. Today, as in 1st January 2009, which was yesterday cos I'm posting it the following day, hence...yesterday, 1st January 2009 was the most insane day ever. Don't usually post my daily events, but today was special...In the sadistic, off-beat sense.
3...2...1...Happy New Year!
Not so much for me. I was at gibson.com learning thru their new online lessons. Honestly, Arlen Roth is amazing. That dude can play anything! Was watching, and learning from, him playing B.B. King licks. Sweet as ever...So, I picked up Pattie and played...till around 3 or 4ish. Hmm, I said to myself, a bit late. So i slept...ish.
Shrugged here and there on me bed and felt this strange vibration on my head. I couldn't have been shitfaced...you know, drunk. Cos, I don't drink. Then I realised it was my phone. Eight o'clock...I muttered and cursed under my breath. Not long later, I went back to sleep.
Beep-beep...Again? I picked up my mobile phone and half consciously read the screen. Scanned thru it, hardly. And then, my heart raced...The words 'Meetup', 'shooting (as in film), 'late' appeared. Shit. I had a film shoot and I was late. The thing starts at 9 and I was 2 hours late. Didn't help that the location was at the other side of the Island. So, I rushed to the bathroom, had a quick shower, brushed my teeth, put on some new clothes and then ran out of the door to the bus stop.
12pm. I was about 15 minutes away from the location. I called my friend and apologised. I also asked him which bus to take, cos I wasn't sure how to get there. He told and I...I should have been listening. So I jumped on a bus and was headed towards the right place. However, the bus suddenly turned to an unknown location...to me anyway. As I looked out the window, my mind was cursing. So I jumped off the bus and ran towards, what I thought was, the right direction. It was, until I saw fences. So, I ran back where I came from and ran around the fences. As I jogged, every once in a while, I would enter some void deck and wonder, thinking if this is the right place.
Finally, I reached the place. I was so relieved, tired, I couldn't say anything. I kept keeping to myself cos I was really that tired and kept reassuring everyone I was fine. Unfortunately, it rained. After a succession of shoots, it began to rain...heavily. So we packed up and decided to head home.
This is where it all got interesting. As my friends and I went our separate ways, I went to check if a particular bus headed somewhere near my house. Apparently, it didn't and I went off it. As I did, my bladder felt full and urged me to go to the toilet. So, I checked the back of the bus and ran across the street. Big Mistake.
As I ran, a car came onto me. I saw it and I jumped back...BANG! I was hit by an on-coming vehicle. Time slowed down before impact. You saw the situation slowly but your helpless to prevent it. All I did was jump back and it was enough for me to be unscathed. As I hit the side of the car, my ass hit the side mirror and broke it. My shoulder scraped the top of the car and then my bottom cushion the fall. I got up quickly and felt a slight scratch on my hand. Checked myself...no blood. Phew. I manage to pick myself quickly and go to the car to apologise. Funnily enough, I was so fast, that when I went to the car, the driver hadn't even had the chance to put the clutch down.
I was a wimp at this stage and started apologising like a determined flyer boy passing out flyers. I wanted this whole thing to go away and put it behind...I was fine, no injuries and most importantly...I had to go to the bathroom. Urgently. But it all happened really fast and my mind was like...You need to go to the toilet...NOW! The driver, poor dude...kept asking if I wanted to see the doctor. I kept refusing telling him, I'd rather pay for the broken mirror. In the end, all was fine...I think...I mean we all went home after that.
A weird thing was that, a friend said there was actually a police car present...How did they miss an idiot being hit by a car?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A Poem For You...and other random stuffs
Roses are red, Bite marks turn blue,
Don't eat wild mushrooms and Lima beans too.
Flowers aren't pretty, often boring and dull,
I'd rather be thinking of pirates and skulls.
Music is wicked... Can't seem to get enough,
Mosh pits are dirty and can get kinda rough.
Gimme a beat and I'll play with it too,
Hopefully rock 'n' roll will come and save you.
Dreams and flights of fancy, ladida and dingerie doo,
Words are floating around like a sewer full of poo.
Cream pie bananas and delicate tastes,
All that money gimme to waste.
Smiles of folly, lightness in my head,
Hehe hehe haha, I feel like I'm dropping dead.
Can't think of what to say when your always around,
Often leaves me hanging in a deep dark frown.
Bananas and fruitcakes, apple pies with cherry tops,
Bad guys are running from the slow overweight cops.
A cry in the distance, all stand frozen still,
Until a sneeze from nearby, the silence now killed.
My mind is a jingling from happy Christmas cheer,
But the elves, they all kinda freak me...as I stand in fear.
How does he do it, make them toys for one whole year,
Doesn't he ever get bored...I mean he's been around for a millenia
Avoiding your questions with silly remarks,
People stand frustrated and fly off like larks.
Even though I speak volumes and reveal tons of information,
My life is concealed through excess communication.
With this I hope, clarity is achieved,
But nothing it seems is ever up heaved.
Another rhyme for later, hope you enjoyed this one,
Let's call it a day, wasn't reading this fun?
Don't eat wild mushrooms and Lima beans too.
Flowers aren't pretty, often boring and dull,
I'd rather be thinking of pirates and skulls.
Music is wicked... Can't seem to get enough,
Mosh pits are dirty and can get kinda rough.
Gimme a beat and I'll play with it too,
Hopefully rock 'n' roll will come and save you.
Dreams and flights of fancy, ladida and dingerie doo,
Words are floating around like a sewer full of poo.
Cream pie bananas and delicate tastes,
All that money gimme to waste.
Smiles of folly, lightness in my head,
Hehe hehe haha, I feel like I'm dropping dead.
Can't think of what to say when your always around,
Often leaves me hanging in a deep dark frown.
Bananas and fruitcakes, apple pies with cherry tops,
Bad guys are running from the slow overweight cops.
A cry in the distance, all stand frozen still,
Until a sneeze from nearby, the silence now killed.
My mind is a jingling from happy Christmas cheer,
But the elves, they all kinda freak me...as I stand in fear.
How does he do it, make them toys for one whole year,
Doesn't he ever get bored...I mean he's been around for a millenia
Avoiding your questions with silly remarks,
People stand frustrated and fly off like larks.
Even though I speak volumes and reveal tons of information,
My life is concealed through excess communication.
With this I hope, clarity is achieved,
But nothing it seems is ever up heaved.
Another rhyme for later, hope you enjoyed this one,
Let's call it a day, wasn't reading this fun?
Monday, October 13, 2008
GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!
Girls! Girls! Looking around I see,
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.
You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.
Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.
Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.
Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.
Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.
Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.
Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.
You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.
Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.
Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.
Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.
Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.
Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.
Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.
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