petty things...

Just tonight while I was waiting for a cab in the fast-paced street of Kamagong, I kept myself busy by singing in a stentorian tone of my dearie nursery song that goes like this” here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…here we go round the mulberry bush so early in the morning….this is the way I wash my face, wash my face, wash my face….so early in the morning” Then there was a man, a Steve Carell look-a-like 40-year old virgin, who gave me a diss stare that smacked as if I was so stupid and retarded singing that nursery rhyme. The fuck! I don’t care even a speck of shit for those filthy animals who think that no one has the right to lose ground to his childhood experience. It’s really annoying! I really hate it when someone gives that kind of stare as if they’re not dumbass (at times) to enjoy the petty things on life, the “duh’ stare. Life is too short, so live with it to the fullest. Do whatever you want to. Shout out loud. Sing your favorite nursery rhymes. Be stupid as long as you’re not running on to other persons. Be crazy. Be yourself.