Wednesday, July 05, 2006

kiss kiss

My new manager told me I look like the kind of girl who goes out partying a lot.
I don’t know how he came up with that conclusion.
I swear I was putting my “I have no social life” mask on.
Oh well, not that I have any problem with that label.

I admit I do miss the partying, the dancing and the chilling out with friends.
It was my way to forget (even if it’s only temporary) about everything else.
The never-ending problems, the piling bills, the annoying people, the not working out relationships.
Though most time I ended up being the babysitter, I was still very happy because I get to go dancing.
So what if I dance like a hippo, as long as I enjoy myself, who the hell cares.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts – William Shakespeare.

I just love the quote because it is so true. We all put up an act for different situations and different people. I admit I am like that most times. The reason is simple. I do not need/want those unwanted people to know/understand/care I exist. Take your pick. I have enough people to annoy me till the day I die. I don’t need more. Many times I am dying to tell someone to jump off a building or something but I had to shut my mouth because that would lead to more boring and suffocating conversation. Yes, I am a very patient woman.

I AM BORED. BORED. BORED. BORED. If I could, I would just pack my things and leave this place. BUT karma is biting me in the arse so I am stuck here until a miracle or slightly better things happen. Whichever comes first.

It’s nauseating to see the way some people and their attempt to kiss butt. They suddenly become something else and their lips are practically sticking on whose ever butt they were trying to kiss. There is also the insincere smile, the annoying fake laughter and the forever agreeing with the butt owner no matter how stupid that person is.

They will also condemn the butt owner just because they do not want other people to call them suck-up. They also make fun of other butt kissers saying they kiss butt because they want to take the corporate elevator instead of the ladder. The moment they hear/smell the butt owner, they automatically start kissing and somehow they will always find a way to make themselves look good in front of the butt kisser. It doesn’t matter if they use/hurt other people because they are heart/brain-less. If they were so smart, they don’t have to kiss butt instead other people would be kissing their butt! HA.

Welcome to a butt kissing world.
One question. Doesn’t it smell down there?

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