I guess there are people who end up being star-strucked one way or another when they see me. Some people have told me this and some even apologise profusely. It’s flattering in a way but in all seriousness, why?
I’m just someone is young… and loves to be young. I’m free… and I love to be free. To live my life the way that I want, to say and do whatever I please.
Seriously though. I’m no celeb. I have no talent whatsoever.
Snap snap reality check.
Can I just have an Anna Scott moment?
Take a glimpse on my future.
One day, people will get bored of my same old same old incessant ramblings. History repeats itself. Everything new becomes everything old and everything old becomes everything new – over and over and over again.
I, too, will be bankrupt with no cent left on my name except hundreds of dirty designer handbags and soiled underwear.
My fabulous looks (coffee anyone?) will fade, my skin will fuckin sag and get infested with liver spots, warts, wrinkles, stretch marks and acne scars. No amount of botox, plastic surgery and liposuction can stop me from looking just like a male Jackie Stallone (yes, that’s Sylvester’s mum my friends) in the future.
My last breath would smell that of absinthe, piss and xanax.
My future nephews and nieces will probably disown me for bringing embarassment to our clan.
I’ll most likely die OLD and ALONE… on the street and not in a retirement home.
Let’s face it – the future is not bright and it will never be orange.
Just get over this whole fame drama. Please don’t be shy and just say hi to me when you see me.
Around the same time last year, the only people I knew are those who work in the HEALTHCARE industry – my aesthetician, my waxer, my pedicure person, my masseuse, my hair stylist, etc. In fact, only 2 people visited me in the hospital (how PATHETIC is that?) when I got confined back in April.
I’ve been going out for far too long and trust me, being recognized and acknowledged is still a new thing for me.
Try having several years of no one saying hi to you and I’m sure you’ll know what I mean.
A "hi" is still a "hi", regardless of intentions. I’m a shallow person, champion of cluelessness and of course, social outcast extraordinaire. Someone saying "hi" to me in person is enough to brighten up my day.