blogger's note: lee and i wrote the opening paragraph of this entry together in the comfort of her home on a humid 8th of august evening and never completed it (this explains the initial "we"s). i only finished it today because i'm in one of my moods (and i post this entry with the sole purpose of sending the frail egos of losers back from whence they came: up their asses) but also because this has been a draft for 30 minus 8 days. i think it's known as tying up the loose ends. i hear it's good for feng shui :D so to all you losers who i haven't bitched about, i bet you're glad you never had the spotlight here ha ha and to those who have, i bet you're glad you never will again. goodbye.
thing with schooling in chingchong land is you expect people to be simple humble down to earth folk. au contraire. they're just bitches, except uglier, dowdier and lousier. back in secondary school, they were the losers, the geeks, the vermin. their social life was not comatose, it was non-existant. now in jc, they feel like they've been bestowed upon a new lease of life, possibly an opportunity to climb to the top of the social ladder, something they have yet to experience since in the order of nature, they are a lesser form of plankton. so here's a message from the top of the food-chain. listen well, and listen good.
see, it's not so much we think we're better than you. it's just that we know we're better. we're better because we don't indulge in idiocy such as calling ourselves XiAoBeNdAnX or spend our time in a tertiary instituition looking for a bOifLeN. we know that 25 years down the road we won't be flinging ourselves off a building because we read our past entries from our blog archive and realise what complete morons we were as teens. complete assholes maybe. but then we'll just feel like 5 seconds of shame and a whole lot of smugness since we've had our fun pushing you sheep around.
i don't understand why people have this URGE to pass facetious comments during lecture (you're not funny so shut your mouth you dorky attention-seeking m'fucker). or why people laugh so derisively when a lecturer errs re pronunciation. or why they repeat the blunder, again accompanied by hoots and jeers. i mean, okay he doesn't pronounce "asymptote" like you do. so bloody what? you don't have accurate (note the usage of "accurate" instead of "precise") pronunciation either. leave it alone already damn it.
if i didn't know any better, i'd think that people who enter this school inherit some highly contagious dolt meme. but it's really the people who choose this school. it's like a sacred congregation of morons and wannabes and they have brotherhood bonds (i.e. faux marriage, familial ties) which cannot be broken until one of their own pisses them off by eating the coveted last french fry. oh yeah why don't y'all dance around a flaming pig's head while you're at it, bitches.
i think i've forgotten how it's like to be normal. but hark! sleepover at lee's is cometh :D before she leaves for bloody england :( such mixed feelings i have. |