blankwithoutyou

0126. sometimes i see the so called contentment glowing on peoples' faces, jumping right out at me and trying to devour me alive, as if it wants to infuse me as part of their happiness, their joy but at the end, only serves as a form of mockery; a "well, it's all good enough for me but too bad you're out of the picture" kind of mentality.

i dont mean to be rude, but if you think you're happy with life because your father is some grassroot leader or your dog gave birth to 7 kittens or you inherited a trillion dollars from your late filippino maid or you drive a mercedes SLK plus you have a hot-as-hell model like whore in the passenger seat, please dont flaunt it all over the fucking place.

yes, you may be a stranger, someone i know, or even someone i care about, but im not interested in what makes you satisfied with life. because what satisfies you wont do the same to me.

definitely not driving a car that drinks petrol like a parched camel and having an over the top high maintenance girlfriend clad in nothing but gucci, LV and victoria's secret.

so what's true contentment? it's a scenario like when you buy some really tasty "xiao long baos" for a special someone during dinner at a simple foodcourt, she eats them, enjoy them and makes her smile so radiantly, as though her whole life was dedicated to that moment. then yes, be very glad someone had looped you in and shared with you a piece of human life's greatest mystery: immaterial euphoria, thank you very much.

otherwise, wipe that misrepresenting grin off your face, you miserable undeserving "hao lian" attention seeking bastard.

ps: did i hear someone call me jealous?