Remember there's this shop known as Reject Shop?
I used to criticize the clothes sold there, calling them outdated, ugly and et cetera.
I wondered how these clothes feel...after all, they were rejected stocks.
The feeling of being a reject is, well, bitter. Like quinine. It feels like as if the whole world had abandoned me, leaving me alone on Earth, waiting for the time bomb to explode. And then, the explosives will tear me into a million pieces...
I should have listen to cute-but-expressionless Keannu Reeves's caveat but I never took it seriously. Now, I'm left dumbfounded, hurt and dejected.
Again, my alarm bells are ringing vociferously while my spirit is deteriorating. I'm losing myself...
Disclaimer: This is not a post to advertise Keannu Reeves's latest cinema hit, The Day The Earth Stood Still.
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