I'm sure we all have pet peeves, big or small. But today I don't care about you, because this is my post, addressing my own issues. That, is an example of arrogance and self-centredness, thinking that only you matter in your life.
I don't know if it's just me, but I feel that arrogance outranks all other shortcomings in terms of annoyance factor. I can probably take it if you're mean or two faced, but arrogant people just make me want to staple their balls to the table, if I don't feel like killing them first that is. There's something about their faces that seem to say, "Hey baby, quick punch me right here, in the kisser, cause I need the resulting ugliness to match my personality!"
And you know, I might just do it.
I mean, how hard is it to curb your ego and open your eyes to the many other people whom you should start to include in your already packed schedules, full of nothing but me-times?
So I leave you with this: hi, I'm awesome and you're a piece of shit. The end!
Okay I'm kidding, I think that's not funny so I'll stop
:(
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Vizier
I think most people today focus on the wrong kind of attire. When I say smart dressing, you'll instantly think of starched shirts, matching ties, sleek black pants and shiny new shoes.
Or if you're still in school, to be properly attired means shirt tucked in, school socks pulled up so people can see the school logo, cause you know, people LOVE looking down at your legs just to admire your socks. Oh and, you need to have a neat haircut to match. And when I say neat haircut, you'll replay what every discipline master has said a thousand times: black hair, fringe not below the eyebrows, and not touching the collar at the back.
This to me, is pretty much garbage, and for a good reason too. I'm not the type of person who goes around not adhering to the rules of society because it's cool or because I wanna be some hipster rebel. The reason why I'm not a fan of smart dressing, or so people claim it to be, is because they're getting the concept all wrong.
I feel that the most important pieces of your attire aren't what you can buy at retail stores; namely, your expression, your attitude, your character, just to name a few.
Of course, I'm going to notice what someone wears, but that's only for the first ten seconds. Everyone's saying, "Oooooh, first impression counts." NO. That's like saying, "Quick, if you're a shitty person, dress like a prince and maybe shut the hell up for the entire event so no one will find out that you're an asshole." But seriously, when I start talking to that person, I don't give a shit about what he or she wears anymore, but what he has to say, and the glow that comes along with it. I obviously want to hang out with someone dressed like a hobo, but can keep me in the conversation for hours.
Contrastingly, if you hang out with the former, you'll probably just spend about five minutes talking about how nice he dresses.
Talk about awkward.
Or if you're still in school, to be properly attired means shirt tucked in, school socks pulled up so people can see the school logo, cause you know, people LOVE looking down at your legs just to admire your socks. Oh and, you need to have a neat haircut to match. And when I say neat haircut, you'll replay what every discipline master has said a thousand times: black hair, fringe not below the eyebrows, and not touching the collar at the back.
This to me, is pretty much garbage, and for a good reason too. I'm not the type of person who goes around not adhering to the rules of society because it's cool or because I wanna be some hipster rebel. The reason why I'm not a fan of smart dressing, or so people claim it to be, is because they're getting the concept all wrong.
I feel that the most important pieces of your attire aren't what you can buy at retail stores; namely, your expression, your attitude, your character, just to name a few.
Of course, I'm going to notice what someone wears, but that's only for the first ten seconds. Everyone's saying, "Oooooh, first impression counts." NO. That's like saying, "Quick, if you're a shitty person, dress like a prince and maybe shut the hell up for the entire event so no one will find out that you're an asshole." But seriously, when I start talking to that person, I don't give a shit about what he or she wears anymore, but what he has to say, and the glow that comes along with it. I obviously want to hang out with someone dressed like a hobo, but can keep me in the conversation for hours.
Contrastingly, if you hang out with the former, you'll probably just spend about five minutes talking about how nice he dresses.
Talk about awkward.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Fame
What lengths do you go to obtain fame; the holy grail of the material world.
Over the past few weeks, I've got the answer.
So you'll need two things: a sad picture, and a picture of Jesus.
Oh, and you'll need to pump up your friend list too.
First things first, you need to ensure that your sad picture has one of the following themes:
Bald cancer patient.
A couple with either one of them lying unconscious. Oh and they should both be tattooed.
Starving African baby. (He must be suffering from malnutrition (bloated stomach))
As for the picture of Jesus, he must be calling you on your iPhone (other phones just don't make the cut, sorry ): ) and you can further enhance the picture by placing your phone on the Bible.
That said, lets carefully select our choice of words for the caption. For the picture of a couple, be sure to copy an old love story from years ago without changing any of the content, cause I'm sure people won't remember since it's just another love story right?
No matter what you may want to include, you HAVE TO make sure you get the ending bit right. It has to be guilt-inducing, like "Hit like and share if you're against cancer, and ignore if you're heartless."
Like oh my god, this is THE most original concept I've ever seen in my life! I mean why didn't I think of it! Well that might be slightly exaggerated cause when I was five, I pulled off something similar on my friend. I ran up to him and said, "Hey look, if you don't give me one of your sweets, i won't friend you anymore." I think he felt bad and gave me one, so if it worked back then, I'm sure it'd work now!
In fact it's pretty obvious, cause we ALL hate cancer and want to publicly denounce it, because I'm sure the cancer king will be moved by our sincerity and marshal his cells back to cancer planet. And who would ignore such a moving story about a dying wife struggling to save her marriage or a man of few words proving to his wife that the flower on the cliff isn't worth picking just yet. After all, these stories made me cry a river since I was 13! T_T
And my favorite is the incoming call from Jesus! I mean who knew heaven had its own mobile provider and God is actually personally calling me from above! Who wouldn't answer that! And why on Earth would I even suspect that it's really just a telecommunications company in China? That's just stupid.
So really, I'm deeply moved when I wake up in the morning only to find my Facebook wall spammed with people doing the honorable deed of sharing such heart-wrenching pictures. I'm sure they feel great about themselves cause everyone knows how hard it is to click on that 'Share' button. To all you heroes and heroines out there, you have my admiration.
No not really, shut the fuck up.
Over the past few weeks, I've got the answer.
So you'll need two things: a sad picture, and a picture of Jesus.
Oh, and you'll need to pump up your friend list too.
First things first, you need to ensure that your sad picture has one of the following themes:
Bald cancer patient.
A couple with either one of them lying unconscious. Oh and they should both be tattooed.
Starving African baby. (He must be suffering from malnutrition (bloated stomach))
As for the picture of Jesus, he must be calling you on your iPhone (other phones just don't make the cut, sorry ): ) and you can further enhance the picture by placing your phone on the Bible.
That said, lets carefully select our choice of words for the caption. For the picture of a couple, be sure to copy an old love story from years ago without changing any of the content, cause I'm sure people won't remember since it's just another love story right?
No matter what you may want to include, you HAVE TO make sure you get the ending bit right. It has to be guilt-inducing, like "Hit like and share if you're against cancer, and ignore if you're heartless."
Like oh my god, this is THE most original concept I've ever seen in my life! I mean why didn't I think of it! Well that might be slightly exaggerated cause when I was five, I pulled off something similar on my friend. I ran up to him and said, "Hey look, if you don't give me one of your sweets, i won't friend you anymore." I think he felt bad and gave me one, so if it worked back then, I'm sure it'd work now!
In fact it's pretty obvious, cause we ALL hate cancer and want to publicly denounce it, because I'm sure the cancer king will be moved by our sincerity and marshal his cells back to cancer planet. And who would ignore such a moving story about a dying wife struggling to save her marriage or a man of few words proving to his wife that the flower on the cliff isn't worth picking just yet. After all, these stories made me cry a river since I was 13! T_T
And my favorite is the incoming call from Jesus! I mean who knew heaven had its own mobile provider and God is actually personally calling me from above! Who wouldn't answer that! And why on Earth would I even suspect that it's really just a telecommunications company in China? That's just stupid.
So really, I'm deeply moved when I wake up in the morning only to find my Facebook wall spammed with people doing the honorable deed of sharing such heart-wrenching pictures. I'm sure they feel great about themselves cause everyone knows how hard it is to click on that 'Share' button. To all you heroes and heroines out there, you have my admiration.
No not really, shut the fuck up.
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