Musings about face value.

My boyfriend is fiddling with the living room’s computer, which is connected to our television. I kept asking him what he’s doing, he won’t tell me. I whined. He feigned disinterest. Of course, I’m secretly impressed. I always am.

Virgin Radio is now slowly piping in from our living room’s speakers. I’m practically beaming now :)

My suitcase still lays unpacked. Sometimes I wish I’m more like my Mom. Mom would never allow any worn clothes to fester in a tiny case. I imagine growing a garden of bacteria in my samsonite. You know those that you normally find in the sweaty cranny of your limbs? I glanced at the clothes spilling out from the opened case, they look normal just like I’ve never worn them before, fresh from the laundry. Sigh.

Life would be so much more interesting if things are as they are. If face value is all there is. If my clothes were dirty, I would be able to see germs wriggling all over the fabric. If people have ulterior motives, they would start smelling like a soiled pair of socks or something. Unfortunately, everything in life is more than just face value. There are always more, whether it’s good or bad. Ultimately, it’s all down to whether one is willing to find out more. You know, check for credibility, maybe do some experiments, ask around a bit, the works. But nah, man being man has this thing called ego constantly fogging their brains a bit.

Al Pacino played Satan in Devil’s Advocate and claimed that his favourite sin was Vanity. Sigh, wake up my friends. The irony of this situation? The cock teaser is really all there is: face value.