Friday, September 03, 2004
Dog Eat Dog
Today is friday, the fifth (or sixth, whichever religion you are) day of the week, which.. gives me ample excuse to summarise the week as a whole.I had the worst week ever. Not just one day. Not even two. Three would have been just right but nOooOoo.... instead, it was 5 freakingly shitty days in a row. It doesnt rain but it pours, whoever was the smart alec who came up with this phrase, it's such a pity you didnt win the Nobel Peace Price. Instead those blind rats decided to award it to that eternal optimist with round specs and white loin cloths whom i suppose dont even know rain exists. Great. Just great.
Do i look like a blockhead to you?
Do i look like i have 'Loser' embossed on my forehead?
Do i look like mongrel who goes around begging for people to "take me in, oh please, take me in sir"?
Do i? Huh? Do I??
Monday's always shitty, they say.
Tuesday came along and said "It's my turn today!"
Poor little Wednesday too wanted to play
So he went to ask Thursday if it's ok
And Thursday thought it would be great
If Wednesday and Friday all cooperate
To search a girl across the straits
And place a bomb atop her head
So soon they came upon a place
N-U-S : its name ablaze
Full of twiggies in a craze
Thursday Friday Wednesday raced
As they came upon a wooden door
"SueAnn SueAnn!" Wednesday roared
Ginga-ly emerged, she placed her feet ashore
On the feet of Time she crumbled once more.
Argh.
I feel so much like quitting. Nothing seems to work for me anymore. Can someone teach me the art of eating alone and not feeling like an uber-loser? This is one skill that will certainly come in handy especially in hostile places like these. I sick of being obliged to smile at just about anyone simply to be accepted into the 'scene'. How do people do it like it comes naturally? How they fit into the social strata like a glove, a second skin? I simply cannot comprehend why it has (always) been this hard for me to be part of something , or someone for that matter. It is this sour aftertaste that creeps up when an event has finished and you end up feeling like you've sucked up enough and now its time to melt. You heave a sigh of relieve and along with it, trickles a bitter tear, that soaks up your entirety and envelopes the meaning of life. "There you go" it tells. Yes, I know. Then, you'll have to settle with the fact that this is nothing BUT life and there's nothing we can do about it. It's the way things go.
Dog eat dog.
