I am drowning in a pool of taraf. Vacant offers of help and assistance that were used as a front of politeness and etiquette. Fumble any deeper and you would realise it was a wading pool. A pool as shallow as potholes after a rain.
Sharp acumen is required to sift through the real gestures of assistance and those that dissipates in a second.
"Call me anytime." (taraf)
"If you need a space i'm there." (yeah right! taraf!!!)
:(
1 comment:
omg is that guy in white's name quan min by any chance?
Post a Comment