What I'm trying to sa-.. no, fuck you.
Monday, November 16, 2009
10:06 PM
Hay guys!
I'm here with no clue about what to blog about?
I mean, it has been so hectic these few days that I didn't even have the inspiration to blog.
I still don't actually, but that's contradictory since I'm here aren't I?
And dosen't it suck, when a lecturer refuses to admit that his teaching sucks so much balls?
If you're from my math class, you'll clearly know who I'm talking about.
The other time I sorta, argued with him, I told him that I found his teaching sucky.
He was like, "Oh but that's how I've been teaching."
Kay for one, you obviously don't understand us. When we don't say anything, it dosent mean we think your teaching is wonderful, we just cant be fucked because we're all doing our own stuff anyway. And like secondly, we don't exactly like to come into class awkward cause we hafta see a face we spat at for the rest of the semester.
So they were right after all, ignorance IS bliss. And then there's this creepy stalker from my CCA, asking me to play DOTA/lunch with him. Okay, no offence but I have a life. I read books, play the piano, watch teevee, take a piss...on my neighbour's face etc.
And speaking of neighbours, I have this snob of a guy living downstairs.
He dosen't respond when I greet him, dosen't thank me for holding the lift door for him, or shit like that. I mean, I'm not insistent that he does either, but some acknowledgment would be nice. It's after all, preferable to be courteous.
He reminds me of obnoxious parents who force their kids to take up classes they don't even LIKE, just so they can brag about them to their relatives.
"HAY EVERYONE, MY SON CAN PLAY THE PIANO!"
"OMG MY DAUGHTER'S BALLET GRADE IS 45678907654567"
"CMON JOHN, PLAY THAT MOZART PIECE FOR AUNT BERTHA!"
Sounds familiar? Fuckers.
Ever wonder why your kids become rebels, or in Singapore, posers? That's cause you never
spared a thought for them. All too often, you treat them as your pokemon, your MapleStory character, whatever the fuck you want them to be. You 'train' them, make them wear the best stuff for the sole purpose of showing them off to your friends. But get real bitches, this is the real world, you guys DO NOT control us. So DEAL with it, you think Imma wear a leotard for you and split my balls so that your fucking friends can clap their fat, oily, hamburger-filled hands, well think again. i'm sorry to be the harbinger of bad news parents, but you're gonna hafta take some spades and fuck yourselves, or if you'd like me to be more courteous; I'd have to politely decline your request, because forcing someone against his wishes is really disturbing, and hence you'll have to purchase some gardening tools to make love to yourselves.
Anyway, question to.. think about, not to tag, cause everyone's too fucking lazy. :D
But yeah, do your parents make you do shit you don't like?
Mine dont, but I'm kinda speaking out for people whose parents do, and that's fucking sad.
bye nao.<3
