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no, i don't actually have an uncontrollable urge to exterminate teenage girls
Hi, i can be boring sometimes. And i often sound evil to conceal life's banalities. But i really am a kind and peace-loving creature. That despite the URL. |
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do me a favour on your occasional visits to this space. leave a sign of your human trace and save the perpetually self-destructing tagboard. can't believe it's gone once again.. i'm 3.5 months away from official emancipation, and 2 weeks away from ATEC, the army equivalent of huge-ass, big-time examinations that tout themselves as final assessments that are the stepping stones to finer things in life, but always turn out to be major youth vitality crushing exercises in self-sustaining egos and manufactured pride in retrospect. and after that, it's a glorious and no-longer-as meandering path to ORD on december the 14th. just how awkward, or difficult, or heartbreaking, or perhaps even gratifying on several darker notes, is it to bid a very real farewell to the people you've practically cohabited though not copulated with for the past 16 months? waxing lyrical about farewells has never been cool, but so is every single banal cliche that turns out so only because the adage rings true too many a times in life. i'll miss the assorted stereotypes (who should be proud to be stereotypes cos' really, what's the fun in having a bunch of ambiguous personalities profoundly confusing each other all the time in the platoon? - more on stereotypes later), and will remain eternally appreciative of this human respite from the inhuman larger picture that is my matador-lugging vocation throughout the two years. i remain adamant that the initial whiney fears of getting lost in a sea of ESPN-personified personalities were not unfounded. in many contexts, there can be no grounds for glossing over being different. i have a close friend who found himself shackled in the confines of an emotional trap, one that closes in under the pressure of the majority's scarily unified want to compartmentalize the different within a space to be trampled on and mocked at. i too, frequently cyber-trample on the doe-eyed community, but the scary difference here is how these people who tout themselves as the 'normal majority', can callous-ify their hearts and proceed with direct, real-time, in-your-face abuse so readily, without shame and with nary an ounce of human conscience. it used to be unthinkable, how malicious evil can take the shape of genial looking, bespectacled, adjectives-spouting jc-educated individuals. they must have had their souls, together with their conscience, crushed by suppression, a climate of competitiveness and a culture of individualism. (BELL. CURVE.) even if there aren't any grounds for yes, glossing over being different, human respect should be accorded in reciprocation to a general behaviour that has at least remained civil and respectful. i cannot emphasize enough on how strongly i feel against outright minority bashing for reasons that can be traced to the culture these losers were stifled in (see above), which makes it sound somewhat logical, yet still remain unequivocally unjustifiable simply because the victim has done no wrong. i never knew anything more than a sarcastic online jibe at donuts-adorning teenage mutants. and i'm glad it stayed that way. donuts-adoring teenage mutants. just one the many hilarious stereotypes portrayed in this gem of a channel 5 sitcom, first class:  who needs multi-dimensional characters when you can milk the funniest situations out of the most requisite of stereotypes? who needs multi-dimensional characters in a comedy, anyway? the bimbo triple bill strike comedic gold each and every single time they appear onscreen with their gaudish multi hue shoes and necklaces. they're ah lians who would die to americanize themselves after the trio from mean girls they're so shamelessly modelled upon, only that they haven't figured out how to curl that tongue most effectively. seriously, bimbos are the funniest creatures around. both in reel and real life. it's like, we see pretty people, get supremely jealous, and upon discovering they are stupid and hollow, laugh doubly hard to compensate for the initial inferiority complex. also hilarious are the incense-crazy teacher, the effeminate diva and the old maid. gotta love these stereotypes. age old funny stereotypes. oh, and this show's cathartic in a very real way. i mean, we see teachers falling asleep in assembly talks, stealing chicken wings from canteen stalls, and getting outtalked by precocious 13-year-olds. what more to ask for right? which also instantly makes this sitcom unadvisable viewing for nan zai. haha. |