People say I have this face – this ‘I dun give a half fuck even if your goldfish dies’ face.

Truth is, I don’t. I really don’t. Being in poly have taught me many things but one thing that strikes me the most is that people do not like you for who you are. It’s either what you have or who you potray yourself to be which matters most. And the truth is, I am not surprised. It is like playing survival of the fittest. Who has the lastest goss? Who has a better wadrobe? But tell me, since when did teens become so dumb?

Of course, handpicked smart teens aside, whatever happened to building yourself as an individual. Helping your friend to become a better, stronger person, mentally or emotionally. No, it has all been reduced to guys, Topshop, games. For a better understanding, please view the media to see how easily they market their products anyway. Put a bunch of ‘ang mohs’ pretending to be cool and it SOLD! It is the race to be the richest, the skinniest (Who the hell wants to be skinny anyway?), the most popular, the one who parties hardest, the ones with the best grades. I call this the ‘OC’ syndrome. Yes, that show with the pathetic stick walking around, namely, Mischa Buttface. Suddenly, it is cool to be rich or look it. What’s more pathetic are the people who leads ordinary lifestyle and starve paying for the effort put in trying to build that persona.

What makes you think I am not going to like you as you? Sure I understand dressing up and all is good but when you have no style to it, you look like a carbon copy of the rest of the stupid people out there.

Meanwhile, that does not mean that you should start outcasting yourself and go to the beach yourself and all(inside joke). You can be many different characters with different people but still have this essence of you in every one of them to let people know just who the hell they truly befriended at first.

So, chances are, if I give you that face, it doesn’t mean I hate you or think you are dumb. I am indifferent. Because chances are, you will try real hard to remember my name in twenty years’ time and it seemed like we never met at all. So stop trying hard to please everyone because one day, they won’t mean shit to you. This blog post has no point but I you catch ball, then good ah. Because even I am a little lost.