...is like owning a designer label. The adrenaline rush when you first set your eyes on it. The smell. The electric shock running through your body when you first touch it. The out of breath when it slides on your body. The gasp that you get from everyone around you when they see you parading your label. Owh how you enjoy the envy and the jealousy from the people around you.
You can't take your eyes off your label. Every single night you put yourself to sleep with your label around your body. You make sure that the label is well maintained. You make every effort to make sure your label is noticed all around the corner.
And then, the label starts wearing you out. The high maintenance they require... the constant effort of making sure it always look timeless... the effort in making sure the label stays with you and doesn't get snapped away from the jealousy people. Oh the work! It's exhausting!
No wonder I can never be in love for too long. Not only can I NOT afford it, I don't have the blardy patience to sustain it.
Darn!
You can't take your eyes off your label. Every single night you put yourself to sleep with your label around your body. You make sure that the label is well maintained. You make every effort to make sure your label is noticed all around the corner.
And then, the label starts wearing you out. The high maintenance they require... the constant effort of making sure it always look timeless... the effort in making sure the label stays with you and doesn't get snapped away from the jealousy people. Oh the work! It's exhausting!
No wonder I can never be in love for too long. Not only can I NOT afford it, I don't have the blardy patience to sustain it.
Darn!
1 orang buang masa di GayahLand:
kita serupaaaa... kita serupaaaa...
*nyanyi sambil nyalakan lighter sambil bergoyang ke kiri dan kanan*
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