Today, I am somehow reminded of the problem with humanity. We have long since brushed off natural selection from our kind, and thus we are the most overpopulated species in the world.
In the shower I thought to myself, has any human been sterilized to inhibit breeding like many pets have? Have humans ever been killed off due to overpopulation like many other animals, the crow being a very good example? No.
Many people yap on and on about how we must preserve the ecosystem and whatnot by not killing animals and keeping forest reserves and other usual bullshit, but these so-called environmentalists are okay with pest extermination, just because they are pests to humans. Aren’t we also disrupting the food chain by exterminating food of some animal that will be food for some other animal that will eventually be our food? Or we kill off animals that are overpopulated ‘because their numbers disrupt the ecosystem’. Then what are we? There are more than 4 billion humans in the world and we are not disrupting the ecosystem? Yes. Even when we’re usually beyond the top of the food chain? Yes. Why? Because we overbreed livestock and kill them off for food. Yeah, right.
All this is because we chose to exclude ourselves from the winnowing of natural selection. Everyone deserves to live. Then what? Livestock don’t deserve to live? The veggies don’t deserve to live? And don’t start with veggies aren’t alive or anything along those lines, please. Otherwise you’re probably not intelligent enough to understand all that I’m writing and you’ll be wasting your time reading all this. And so to all the vegetarians and vegans out there, please get some things straight. If you’re practicing that kind of diet because you don’t want to kill animals, then that is having double standards.
What’s the problem? Why do we face this problem? Simple, actually. We put ourselves on an imaginary pedestal; one that even if existed, we’re unworthy of. Egocentric people who don’t know their place start by bullshitting about how we are the most advanced of all living things and so it is our duty to protect others and all that nonsense. So what if we’re the most advanced beings? Well I’ll tell you so what. So it means we must take it upon ourselves to rule the planet and continue overpopulating the planet. And since we’re so great that natural selection don’t work on us, it don’t matter if I’m weak I’ll still go find a mate that’s equally weak and so give birth to a weak offspring that will not have a chance in brutal society when he grows older.
To cut to the chase, we’re breeding suffering. Many ‘souls’ exist to suffer unnecessarily. And since suffering is contagious, well, you should see where I’m going by now. All because we gloat. We claim to be what we’re not. As a result we turn the world upside down and end up fighting against each other because each has their idea of what’s right. Which are all wrong to begin with. And the properly right solution is also wrong because that’s being inhuman, immoral or whatever. And so we doom ourselves to this irreversible cycle of wrongs at every turn and no way of turning back, because it’s centuries too late. Or should I say two millennia?
I’m saying all this because I know I carry defective but dominant genes in me and so I wish to just die off before I succeed in passing them on. And this is quite what I’d call learned helplessness, a term I learned yesterday, and this term has explained my misery that began since the 17th of November 1990. Because whatever I do that is great is not being received positively because that’s what’s expected of me and any expectation that I don’t meet, I get skinned for it.
Adieu to y’all. Don’t think about it, people. Some mistakes can never be corrected, especially when it’s 2011 years too late.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
How Everything Flies
It’s been a long while since I last read through every blog of every single friend of mine. Not that I did recently. Just surfed through a few that had made a positive impression in my life. And did I find many points of interest.
Don’t know why, but after that short surf, I actually thought of calling each of them out for a long chat to sort of reminisce about the good old days, though knowing me, there probably isn’t much to talk about. There may not even be any good old days to begin with.
I thought to myself ‘it’s not just distance that makes the heart grow fonder. Time does that as well’. And indeed, though some have been nothing more than mere friends of friends, their lives after we parted seemed so… colourful, for the lack of better words. Sometimes you see them put up some ridiculous story about how they were involved in some dilemma inducing situations so bizarre you thought it could only ever happen to you, you’d think ‘wow’, and for once, really understand the kind of situation they’re in. True empathy, for once.
I dare say I’ve never felt such nostalgia before. No idea why I’m feeling it now. And towards people that I hardly ever converse with, if ever. And how they even made that positive impact to begin with is also beyond me. All of a sudden I feel so lonely.
Perhaps this is what it feels like to truly miss someone, even if it’s someone that I was never close with. Still, why am I feeling this, I’m still trying to figure out. Could be that I desire more than just that plain hi-bye friendship. Maybe what I wanted was to be proper friends with these people. Or maybe I’m just regretting not doing that back when we had ample chance for interaction. Whatever the reason, I feel like there’s something to hold on to still, although deep down inside I know there’s nothing.
This is the first time in who knows how long that I realized how heartrending the past can be. Worst part of it is that there was something that I could’ve done, but didn’t, and only after it’s way too late did I realize that that something was worth doing. Guess I’ll be expecting a teary dream tonight as well.
Well, adieu to y’all. Damn, I’m getting softer and softer with time. That’s not a good sign.
P.S.: The extreme heat and dry winds of CNY that we all know and hate are back. Let's see how long will they last.
Don’t know why, but after that short surf, I actually thought of calling each of them out for a long chat to sort of reminisce about the good old days, though knowing me, there probably isn’t much to talk about. There may not even be any good old days to begin with.
I thought to myself ‘it’s not just distance that makes the heart grow fonder. Time does that as well’. And indeed, though some have been nothing more than mere friends of friends, their lives after we parted seemed so… colourful, for the lack of better words. Sometimes you see them put up some ridiculous story about how they were involved in some dilemma inducing situations so bizarre you thought it could only ever happen to you, you’d think ‘wow’, and for once, really understand the kind of situation they’re in. True empathy, for once.
I dare say I’ve never felt such nostalgia before. No idea why I’m feeling it now. And towards people that I hardly ever converse with, if ever. And how they even made that positive impact to begin with is also beyond me. All of a sudden I feel so lonely.
Perhaps this is what it feels like to truly miss someone, even if it’s someone that I was never close with. Still, why am I feeling this, I’m still trying to figure out. Could be that I desire more than just that plain hi-bye friendship. Maybe what I wanted was to be proper friends with these people. Or maybe I’m just regretting not doing that back when we had ample chance for interaction. Whatever the reason, I feel like there’s something to hold on to still, although deep down inside I know there’s nothing.
This is the first time in who knows how long that I realized how heartrending the past can be. Worst part of it is that there was something that I could’ve done, but didn’t, and only after it’s way too late did I realize that that something was worth doing. Guess I’ll be expecting a teary dream tonight as well.
Well, adieu to y’all. Damn, I’m getting softer and softer with time. That’s not a good sign.
P.S.: The extreme heat and dry winds of CNY that we all know and hate are back. Let's see how long will they last.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Well, too bad for you, you're not who you wanted to be.
A few things have changed since the beginning of time. People start to realize that the earth moves, not the sun; people realize that illnesses are caused by biological factors, not some witchdoctor’s curse. People gain knowledge and wisdom over time. People change their knowledge base according to prevailing evidence, which normally gets closer and closer to the truth.
Some others, well, let’s just say that they hold on to the idea that earth is the centre of the universe. Long story short, they’re satisfied that 1 and 1 is two and don’t want to know what the fuck is multiplication or division.
Thus is the birth of ignorance. This, unfortunately, chose not to die off just yet. No doubt where there is civilization there’s surely a fraction of idiocy. I chose not to discover how long has ignorance been part of humanity, but the fact remains that over the countless years instead of dwindling the number of ignorant fucks have been overpopulating the world.
I quote from an idiot, ‘if asked a stupid question, give a stupid answer’. This is why the number of such people increases. What we should do instead is educate them so that they need not ask such questions. Unless they are pranksters, in which we should not only ignore entirely, but also get infinite light years away from. The distance is because these people usually stand out like faeces in a golden toilet. And they’re loud too. So get as far away as ever possible so that you don’t hear them being happy or sad for all the wrong reasons. Like getting happy when someone commits a traffic infraction.
The worst thing, they’ve never looked at themselves through a mirror. Or any kind if reflection for that matter. They call others idiots when they’re no better off. They should really know that if one’s got nothing constructive to say, it’s best to keep quiet or you’ll risk hurting feelings, or worse, get beaten up if you happen to offend another member of your idiotic species.
Another thing people fail at is differentiating grades from intelligence. Having good grades don’t mean intelligence. I’ve repeated this too often I don’t feel like elaborating again.
Ah yes. Nowadays intelligence is measured not just by how easily you are understood, but also how easily you understand others.
How heartrending it is to notice such people more easily during the festive season. And you thought every last hypocrite in the world has sold themselves to the evil that is politics.
Well, adieu to y’all. I suppose idiots celebrate harder and louder than others.
Some others, well, let’s just say that they hold on to the idea that earth is the centre of the universe. Long story short, they’re satisfied that 1 and 1 is two and don’t want to know what the fuck is multiplication or division.
Thus is the birth of ignorance. This, unfortunately, chose not to die off just yet. No doubt where there is civilization there’s surely a fraction of idiocy. I chose not to discover how long has ignorance been part of humanity, but the fact remains that over the countless years instead of dwindling the number of ignorant fucks have been overpopulating the world.
I quote from an idiot, ‘if asked a stupid question, give a stupid answer’. This is why the number of such people increases. What we should do instead is educate them so that they need not ask such questions. Unless they are pranksters, in which we should not only ignore entirely, but also get infinite light years away from. The distance is because these people usually stand out like faeces in a golden toilet. And they’re loud too. So get as far away as ever possible so that you don’t hear them being happy or sad for all the wrong reasons. Like getting happy when someone commits a traffic infraction.
The worst thing, they’ve never looked at themselves through a mirror. Or any kind if reflection for that matter. They call others idiots when they’re no better off. They should really know that if one’s got nothing constructive to say, it’s best to keep quiet or you’ll risk hurting feelings, or worse, get beaten up if you happen to offend another member of your idiotic species.
Another thing people fail at is differentiating grades from intelligence. Having good grades don’t mean intelligence. I’ve repeated this too often I don’t feel like elaborating again.
Ah yes. Nowadays intelligence is measured not just by how easily you are understood, but also how easily you understand others.
How heartrending it is to notice such people more easily during the festive season. And you thought every last hypocrite in the world has sold themselves to the evil that is politics.
Well, adieu to y’all. I suppose idiots celebrate harder and louder than others.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Chinese New YEOUCH!
I am now back from my parents’ hometown. A little town in Perak called Padang Rengas. Or is it even a little town?
It’s been 13 years since I was last here. The last time I was here I was just a kid, so everything seemed so big to me. But now I realize how the supposed town is just a long street. The exact opposite can be said about me, from the perspective of my relatives. Last time they saw me I was just a kid. Now I’m 20. If I were to go in without my father, they’d probably have pointed a shotgun at me like they would any other intruder. And now I go back there entertaining their children like how they used to entertain me. I felt the kind of shame for troubling them before as much as I felt the frustration of having to deal with a bunch of hyperactive pubescent kids.
And it was a mistake to be bringing the laptop back there. Because the moment I took it out the kids claimed it as theirs and played all the way until 4 in the morning, which they choose the noisiest NFS games and blasted the revs beyond sleepable tolerance.
Bro Brendon had it worse. His laptop and iPhone4 was robbed for as long as we were back there. By kids who had iPhones themselves. And a VAIO.
All that aside, it was fun being back there. Seeing old relatives, spending a lot of time enduring the whack kids’ bullying together with my cousin, and bullying them back with really lame jokes.
But being back there, I hadn’t time to handle what actually mattered most at the time. Stuff like my IA documents, for instance.
And my trip to Klang was cancelled because Vingent’s ride was sabotaged. Well, sort of.
Adieu to y’all. Now to continue making use of my few hours of ACTUAL holiday.
It’s been 13 years since I was last here. The last time I was here I was just a kid, so everything seemed so big to me. But now I realize how the supposed town is just a long street. The exact opposite can be said about me, from the perspective of my relatives. Last time they saw me I was just a kid. Now I’m 20. If I were to go in without my father, they’d probably have pointed a shotgun at me like they would any other intruder. And now I go back there entertaining their children like how they used to entertain me. I felt the kind of shame for troubling them before as much as I felt the frustration of having to deal with a bunch of hyperactive pubescent kids.
And it was a mistake to be bringing the laptop back there. Because the moment I took it out the kids claimed it as theirs and played all the way until 4 in the morning, which they choose the noisiest NFS games and blasted the revs beyond sleepable tolerance.
Bro Brendon had it worse. His laptop and iPhone4 was robbed for as long as we were back there. By kids who had iPhones themselves. And a VAIO.
All that aside, it was fun being back there. Seeing old relatives, spending a lot of time enduring the whack kids’ bullying together with my cousin, and bullying them back with really lame jokes.
But being back there, I hadn’t time to handle what actually mattered most at the time. Stuff like my IA documents, for instance.
And my trip to Klang was cancelled because Vingent’s ride was sabotaged. Well, sort of.
Adieu to y’all. Now to continue making use of my few hours of ACTUAL holiday.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Kablooey Again
I mentioned before that I could make it back home for CNY. Now I hope I hadn't instead. The reason is simple, really.
First of all, when you have a bastard making plans for a whole bunch of people, you really don’t want to be a part of if, lest you decide you don’t want to go for whatever nonsense that is planned and then the whole plan is cancelled because someone doesn’t want to go and end up having every single person in the planet hating you because you screwed their plans up.
That is my current predicament. I came home only to find out that I will not have my personal time to lay back and relax because my father has arranged that I and some other relatives go back to his hometown so that every single person back there will know that I exist and then he can get drunk for a whole day with the rest of them. Worst thing about it? I have got not a single day to rest, to do my shopping, to do my assignment nor to settle my industrial attachment business. Then I’m back to a place that he himself has forbidden me to go to 13 years ago so that I will not have any bleeding thing to do for 3 valuable days.
Not that I have a choice either. Because if I do refuse I will, literally, get skinned alive and my carcass would go through everything as if I was not yet dead.
I never thought I’d say this, but given the circumstances, for once I’d be better off at Kampar than at home.
Adieu to y’all. Wish me a swift death please.
First of all, when you have a bastard making plans for a whole bunch of people, you really don’t want to be a part of if, lest you decide you don’t want to go for whatever nonsense that is planned and then the whole plan is cancelled because someone doesn’t want to go and end up having every single person in the planet hating you because you screwed their plans up.
That is my current predicament. I came home only to find out that I will not have my personal time to lay back and relax because my father has arranged that I and some other relatives go back to his hometown so that every single person back there will know that I exist and then he can get drunk for a whole day with the rest of them. Worst thing about it? I have got not a single day to rest, to do my shopping, to do my assignment nor to settle my industrial attachment business. Then I’m back to a place that he himself has forbidden me to go to 13 years ago so that I will not have any bleeding thing to do for 3 valuable days.
Not that I have a choice either. Because if I do refuse I will, literally, get skinned alive and my carcass would go through everything as if I was not yet dead.
I never thought I’d say this, but given the circumstances, for once I’d be better off at Kampar than at home.
Adieu to y’all. Wish me a swift death please.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Humanity - Epitome Of Irony
Chinese New Year is coming up. And I won't be skinned alive by my father as I initially expected because we did indeed get the week off. However, some other things also weren't exactly the way I initially expected, and for the worse at that.
For instance this has turned out to be a very wet and very cold CNY season. You see CNY locally has always been attributed with extreme heat and really dry winds. This year, however, it rains everyday still, and the breeze is still there but i wouldn't exactly call it a dry one. Seems like the 2012 stuff is for real, except that it's not as big a deal as Armageddon. Well, then again we won't really know until next year, will we?
Secondly, the celebration has become a little too generic. You see, we have all sorts of special occasions worth celebrating. CNY for example, Independence Day, Christmas and so on. Sure, the celebrations all have something in common, that is to go mad, yell like you don't need your vocal chords, turn everyone around you deaf with the air polluting noise you call singing, get piss drunk and get pissed on if you get too drunk. But these days, that's all celebrations are. It has become too generic. Not a single holiday is being spent uniquely anymore.
Back in the day CNY was all about lion dances, blindingly bright red lanterns, equally red clothes, staying up all night gambling then going around visiting family and friends and chat all day reminiscing about the good old days. And that's that. Nowadays all that tradition is done in private while in public we do the generic holiday stuff I mentioned earlier. Sooner or later the traditional bits done in private may go away as well. And that's very much the same as Christmas or New Year or whatever. Even the Hari Raya celebrations are getting generic. Each individual celebration seems to have lost its unique value and are all turning into a mere generic celebration. In time we won't even know what in bloody earth we are celebrating, just knowing that we have to celebrate something on certain days in the year because that's what has been done for the past uncountable years.
I suppose this is the idea of unity of some people. And it'll still be fine if each ethnic group were to keep their individual identities. But that seems impossible because things that one does as tradition seems offensive to another and instead of being tolerated they are being wiped out. While other really offensive activities are given the liberty to continue offending others and demand tolerance of others. Or face the consequences. More like oppression than anything else.
What's worse this time around is the irony of people. Victims of hypocrisy end up being hypocrites themselves. And you thought they'd know better. This is what happens when you teach your children 'If you can't beat them, join them'. This is also why the number of barbarians and criminals grow while civilization dwindles in numbers. The proper proverb should be 'If you can't beat them, die trying'.
Adieu to y'all. And that's 3 posts squeezed into 1.
For instance this has turned out to be a very wet and very cold CNY season. You see CNY locally has always been attributed with extreme heat and really dry winds. This year, however, it rains everyday still, and the breeze is still there but i wouldn't exactly call it a dry one. Seems like the 2012 stuff is for real, except that it's not as big a deal as Armageddon. Well, then again we won't really know until next year, will we?
Secondly, the celebration has become a little too generic. You see, we have all sorts of special occasions worth celebrating. CNY for example, Independence Day, Christmas and so on. Sure, the celebrations all have something in common, that is to go mad, yell like you don't need your vocal chords, turn everyone around you deaf with the air polluting noise you call singing, get piss drunk and get pissed on if you get too drunk. But these days, that's all celebrations are. It has become too generic. Not a single holiday is being spent uniquely anymore.
Back in the day CNY was all about lion dances, blindingly bright red lanterns, equally red clothes, staying up all night gambling then going around visiting family and friends and chat all day reminiscing about the good old days. And that's that. Nowadays all that tradition is done in private while in public we do the generic holiday stuff I mentioned earlier. Sooner or later the traditional bits done in private may go away as well. And that's very much the same as Christmas or New Year or whatever. Even the Hari Raya celebrations are getting generic. Each individual celebration seems to have lost its unique value and are all turning into a mere generic celebration. In time we won't even know what in bloody earth we are celebrating, just knowing that we have to celebrate something on certain days in the year because that's what has been done for the past uncountable years.
I suppose this is the idea of unity of some people. And it'll still be fine if each ethnic group were to keep their individual identities. But that seems impossible because things that one does as tradition seems offensive to another and instead of being tolerated they are being wiped out. While other really offensive activities are given the liberty to continue offending others and demand tolerance of others. Or face the consequences. More like oppression than anything else.
What's worse this time around is the irony of people. Victims of hypocrisy end up being hypocrites themselves. And you thought they'd know better. This is what happens when you teach your children 'If you can't beat them, join them'. This is also why the number of barbarians and criminals grow while civilization dwindles in numbers. The proper proverb should be 'If you can't beat them, die trying'.
Adieu to y'all. And that's 3 posts squeezed into 1.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Breaking The Breaking Point
Or Rather, Just Breaking The Long Hiatus. Yes Fellas, I'm Back No Matter How Much You Don't Like It.
This Past Semester Holiday Has Been The Longest And Most Well Spent One. In The Past, Semester Breaks Were Spent Waking Up To The Golden Sunshine Straight To The Face Every Morning, Staring Into The Computer Screen Waiting For Something To Happen All The Way Until Bedtime. And The Cycle Repeats Until Something Undesirable But Inevitable Comes; The New Term. Screw It All. This Time It Was Still The Waking Up And Staring Into The Computer, Only With A Purpose. Right. Staring Into The Computer Screen With A Purpose.
Being The Longest Also Doesn't Mean That It Was Long Enough, Though. That Said, There Was Enough Time In Between For Me To Observe, And Realize Right After, A Very Interesting, Yet Simple, Fact.
People Who Stereotype Aren't Bad People, They're Just Unlucky People. Because It Is Safe To Say That The Vast Majority Of The Human Population Is Stupid. In Fact, The Vast Majority Of Anything Alive Is Stupid. By Our Own Stupid Human Standards, At Least.
There Are Definitely More Untrained Dogs In The World, For Example, Than Trained Ones So By Layman Definitions, An Untrained Dog Is A Dumb Dog, Because The Layman Is Too Stupid To Know That For A Dog To Understand Human Orders They Have To Be Trained, Hence Their Labelling Of Said Dog As Stupid. They May Have (Or Have Had) The Potential Or Talent (Or Whatever Stupid Words That Have Been Invented To Sweet Coat Stupidity) To Learn, But Are Stupid Nevertheless In The Ultimate End In The Given Situation.
Back To The Human Population. Like I Mentioned The Vast Majority Of The Population Is Stupid. Origin, Ethnic And Whatnot Do Not Differ. It's Just That When The Population Of A Certain Race In A Given Area Is More Than That Of Another, We Tend To See More Of The Stupid People From That Race. As A Chinese I Was Raised With The Impression Given By The Community That The People Of The Other Races Are Dumber Than Ever Possible. So It Was Without A Doubt That When I See People Of Said Other Races Doing Stupid Things Like Pulling Dumb Bike Stunts In Busy Streets, I Tell Myself, 'This Is As Smart As They Can Possibly Get'. But In School I Was Infinitely Surprised When Some People From Said Other Races Can Be Intelligent, Civilized, Well-Mannered And Make Good Friends, Even.
Then Recently In A Bus I Saw A Bunch Of Highschoolers Who Are Members Of My Ethnic Group, And I Thought, 'Well, Not Too Bad' As Judging From Their Uniform They Go To Some Non-Government International Kind Of School, So I Also Assumed That They Had At A Decent Level Of Intelligence. But Then The Whole World Went Kablooey. Because When The Bus Arrived At Their Stop, One Of Them Had To 'Press The Bell Repeatedly As It Makes A Nice Ringing Sound (A Sentence From One Of The Books My Mom Used To Teach Me My Manners When I Was A Child)'. Naturally The Bus Driver (Who Ironically To Me Was One Of The People From The Supposedly Dumb 'Other Race' That Turned Out To Be Civilized And Well-Mannered) Gave The Bunch A Predator's Glare And A Short Tell-You-Off, While I Wished He Had Also Thrown In A Good, Long Scolding.
So Yeah. That Day Was The Driver's Unlucky Day To Have Met Idiot Degenerates From My Ethnic Group While It Was My Lucky Day To Have Seen An Intelligent One From His.
Every Time I Read One Of Jeremy Clarkson's Books I'll Be Given The Free Look As If I've Inhaled Nothing But Laughing Gas All My Life. Maybe I Should Just Read It In Private Next Time. Yes, You Read It Correctly. I Have Another Book. And It Will Keep Me Sane, And The People Around Me Alive, For As Long As There Are Pages I've Not Read.
Adieu To Y'all. And Heads Up, In Case I Don't Do My 'All First Letter Caps' Next Time.
This Past Semester Holiday Has Been The Longest And Most Well Spent One. In The Past, Semester Breaks Were Spent Waking Up To The Golden Sunshine Straight To The Face Every Morning, Staring Into The Computer Screen Waiting For Something To Happen All The Way Until Bedtime. And The Cycle Repeats Until Something Undesirable But Inevitable Comes; The New Term. Screw It All. This Time It Was Still The Waking Up And Staring Into The Computer, Only With A Purpose. Right. Staring Into The Computer Screen With A Purpose.
Being The Longest Also Doesn't Mean That It Was Long Enough, Though. That Said, There Was Enough Time In Between For Me To Observe, And Realize Right After, A Very Interesting, Yet Simple, Fact.
People Who Stereotype Aren't Bad People, They're Just Unlucky People. Because It Is Safe To Say That The Vast Majority Of The Human Population Is Stupid. In Fact, The Vast Majority Of Anything Alive Is Stupid. By Our Own Stupid Human Standards, At Least.
There Are Definitely More Untrained Dogs In The World, For Example, Than Trained Ones So By Layman Definitions, An Untrained Dog Is A Dumb Dog, Because The Layman Is Too Stupid To Know That For A Dog To Understand Human Orders They Have To Be Trained, Hence Their Labelling Of Said Dog As Stupid. They May Have (Or Have Had) The Potential Or Talent (Or Whatever Stupid Words That Have Been Invented To Sweet Coat Stupidity) To Learn, But Are Stupid Nevertheless In The Ultimate End In The Given Situation.
Back To The Human Population. Like I Mentioned The Vast Majority Of The Population Is Stupid. Origin, Ethnic And Whatnot Do Not Differ. It's Just That When The Population Of A Certain Race In A Given Area Is More Than That Of Another, We Tend To See More Of The Stupid People From That Race. As A Chinese I Was Raised With The Impression Given By The Community That The People Of The Other Races Are Dumber Than Ever Possible. So It Was Without A Doubt That When I See People Of Said Other Races Doing Stupid Things Like Pulling Dumb Bike Stunts In Busy Streets, I Tell Myself, 'This Is As Smart As They Can Possibly Get'. But In School I Was Infinitely Surprised When Some People From Said Other Races Can Be Intelligent, Civilized, Well-Mannered And Make Good Friends, Even.
Then Recently In A Bus I Saw A Bunch Of Highschoolers Who Are Members Of My Ethnic Group, And I Thought, 'Well, Not Too Bad' As Judging From Their Uniform They Go To Some Non-Government International Kind Of School, So I Also Assumed That They Had At A Decent Level Of Intelligence. But Then The Whole World Went Kablooey. Because When The Bus Arrived At Their Stop, One Of Them Had To 'Press The Bell Repeatedly As It Makes A Nice Ringing Sound (A Sentence From One Of The Books My Mom Used To Teach Me My Manners When I Was A Child)'. Naturally The Bus Driver (Who Ironically To Me Was One Of The People From The Supposedly Dumb 'Other Race' That Turned Out To Be Civilized And Well-Mannered) Gave The Bunch A Predator's Glare And A Short Tell-You-Off, While I Wished He Had Also Thrown In A Good, Long Scolding.
So Yeah. That Day Was The Driver's Unlucky Day To Have Met Idiot Degenerates From My Ethnic Group While It Was My Lucky Day To Have Seen An Intelligent One From His.
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Every Time I Read One Of Jeremy Clarkson's Books I'll Be Given The Free Look As If I've Inhaled Nothing But Laughing Gas All My Life. Maybe I Should Just Read It In Private Next Time. Yes, You Read It Correctly. I Have Another Book. And It Will Keep Me Sane, And The People Around Me Alive, For As Long As There Are Pages I've Not Read.
Adieu To Y'all. And Heads Up, In Case I Don't Do My 'All First Letter Caps' Next Time.
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