About Me
1.
"..I must have been an unsatisfactory child for grown-ups to deal with. I remember how incomprehensible they appeared to me at first, but not, of course, how I appeared to them..clearly there was something missing in me. Nature had endowed the rest of the humyn race with a sixth sense and left me out. This must be so, I mused, on my way back to class, since whether I had broken a window or failed to remember Boyle's Law or been late for school, my teachers produced me one adult answer:"Why can't you think?"
As I saw the case, I had broken the window because I had tried to hit Jack Arney with a cricket ball and missed him; I could not remember Boyle's Law because I had never bothered to learn it; and I was late for school because I preferred looking over the bridge into the river. In fact, I was wicked. Were my techers, perhaps so good that they could not understand the depths of my depravity? Were they clear, untormented people who could direct their every action by this mysterious business of thinking? The whole thing was incomprehensible.."
-William Golding on "Thinking as a Hobby"
2.
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
that will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?
For who and for what?
To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots?
I know what you came out here for.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
-As Friends Rust singing "We On Some Next Level Sh*t"
3.
Things I hate:
*chauvinist pigs. Oh well, let me rephrase, chauvinist assh**les. Pigs are sometimes even better because if not for the propagation thing, who needs the di*ks of SOME sexist men anyway?
*religious extremists
*pseudo radical intellectuals: private school anarchists who are actually leaders on their sectarian schools and so-called communists who say the’re against capitalism, imperialism and other –isms BUT only puff the Great O’ Marlboro, wear Levi’s jeans, use Nokia cellphone under Globe Telecoms and spend the whole day on their friendster and myspace accounts. Oh.. how revolutionary is that??
*lame guys
*walking books who can’t differentiate wisdom from knowledge
*homophobics. We are all constitutionally bisexual because we all came from a union of a man and of a womyn.
*chores and this stupid connotation that it’s ONLY a womyn’s job
*extreme radical feminists who are obsessed with their ideals and flirtatious self-confessed bitches who would open their legs randomly for ten-skateboarder guys on a single night.
*the Maria Clara stereotype (or any stereotype, for that matter)
*i love giving surprises, but hate receiving in return.
*the rockstar mentality. Can’t they just rock without rolling too much on sex and drugs?
*rubbershoes with heals because for me, it’s analogous to a burger with choco syrup.
*regurgitated ideas coming from hardline recycled minds
*annoying commercials
* a concoction of coffee and extra Joss energy drink. Ew.
*my unhygienic, illogical, retarded, irresponsible, impossible, classmate (Okay, i’m being cruel, but come on, which is which, to be cruel or to be a hypocrite??? Har-har)
