Oh not at all, work is in fact, a huge and fantastic
ego boost.
That saps your energy and your will to live,
like a great big giant energy, will sappy thing.
The upside to this whole loosing your soul business,
is that even if you loose all the time you have for
books, the internet and your friends, you're making
money as you speak although you'll have to remain
broke untill the next month, when the paycheck comes in.
Oh and since you've been exposed to such a lower shelf
society who place too much emphasis on their own opinions,
it's inevitable that I've come off with a slightly larger head,
having been the subject of much praise and slight detraction
in the work place.
Finding out that you're an exotic 20 something year old with
a mix of Phillipina /Malay/Chinese blood who can be very cute
at times, yet overly serious when it comes to working, who
needs to learn how to smile at all times, to compliment the
confidence that he exudes.
And you know, after my third day of work, this cute girl actually
wrangled up enough courage to pass my Store Manager, what in
his own words were
'Aye you've got a love letter. But, not I write one'
The thing is, I'm struck with the dilemma of actually preserving
my real life image as a clean cut, no nonsense boy and having to
travel all the way to Sengkang from Jurong to build up an image
of a Casanova-esque play boy. I don't know, I think I could handle
the whole playboy image thang, especially after I've denied- despite
numerous occasions- having a girlfriend and been accused of an
attachment Shift Manager of wearing a love bite proudly on my
neck.
All of which are fallacies I assure, I'll categorically deny them all
and even if you beat my till I'm dead, I can most definitely assure
you that I DO NOT have a love bite on my neck. No one bothers
to give them to me. :(
But most definitely, I AM SEX GOD- or will soon be.
As soon as I get a decent hair cut and fill up my wardrobe
once my pay gets in. Untill then, keep the love letters comin' in.
6 comments:
Going to be a casanova? I'll wait for the day when someone tells you "Don't teach your father how to fuck."
oh well. Its good to dream..you'll be a sex God in probably...NEVER? HEHE =P
Its amazing how you give your readers the image that you're an outgoing guy who hangs out with girls and stuff.
In fact, i doubt you even had a first kiss, lest a first petting session.
I know u personally dick, and you're not that type.
sb:
Can't a person dream?
anonymous:
You don't know me well enough anonymous.
In fact, I don't even know you, so how can
I be sure that YOU know me?
Knowing that I'm called Dick doesn't prove that you know me personally.
Heheh. Prick.
well for one i know you're in hkss, ok correction, WAS from hkss, class 4A of 2005.
Anonymous, why don't you reveal your identity? Afraid of backlash? *smiles sweetly*
anonymous:
dipshit.
Everyone knows that.
Every knows how I look like, where I live etc.
You're going to have to do better, dipshit.
Did I say dipshit?
Yes I did say dipshit, dipshit.
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