Monday, September 18, 2006
there's something i really feel like proclaiming to the world
. its' a word rather. and what's that word kids? *annoying incessant children chatter and laughter* it's
"SENSITIVITY"
as we go about our daily lives, how many of you social ingrates and scumbags actually consider this word. as i'm rather hungry right now and in no mood for witty humour and flowery language, i shall attempt to make this a simple YET profound writing.
well, sometimes, as i live and breathe, i see many an occasion where people dont practise this at all. the only way to convey such a topic clearly is to first paint a picture of what a situation that lacks this S word would go like. hmm, lets take one simple example that happened to me.
so, here i was, in my classroom, sitting at my desk afterschool packing up my stuff and listening to some of my friends discussing Singapore Dreaming with my neurotic history teacher. all of a sudden(i have just sunk to a new low of using composition phrases such as thus.), this dude called matthew popped up beside me. and he looked happy. now, i dont mean to be emo and all and say that" NOBODY CAN BE HAPPY. I MEAN LIKE, HOW CAN YOU BE HAPPY WHEN EVERYONE'S LOOKING AT YOU WITH SUCH..SUCH JUDGING EYES. I just..*sob*..i cant..take it..stop..stop looking at me! STOP JUDGING ME! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME..". yeah. so, as i was saying, he looked happy. and i thought to myself,"now THAT is the reason why life is meaningful! because we can experience emotions such as happiness.." and i drifted into a state of eternal bliss. not. i thought he looked somewhat..strange and alienated because i'm skeptical and all and..yeah.
BUT, i dont really bother myself with such things due to the fact that it takes up too much of my life bothering about why a happy dude just popped up beside me. thus i went on packing my bag and thinking $7 is pittance for a daily allowance of a growing 15 year old kid. and.
the happy dude squirted me with his bottle.
MATTHEW F-ING SQUIRTED ME WITH HIS BOTTLE WTF HAS HE LOST HIS PEANUTS?!
ok, so i wasnt..very much affected by that, considering the fact that, ITS THE END OF SCHOOL! we dont...we dont get mad over a squirt and such! sides, i'm waterproof up till 600m.
thus i let that squirt slide.
and then he said,"showers of blessing!"
and squirted me another 6 times till half my anatomy was drenched.
at the 3rd squirt i raised an eyebrow at him which smacked a message in his face that said,"dude, you're weird and strange and i dont like you at all so please step 2394273042739473209472 steps back."
i dont know if its..pure stupidity and nonchalance or the fact that "blessing" people gets him so high he loses his sense of better judgement that the dude he's showering is a land mammal by heart and detests the water and getting wet.
well, i dont think dear matthew took into consideration the fact that he had toed the borders of life and death. the only reason keeping me from reaching across the desk, ripping out his larynx and drinking his blood(i'm part vampiric. its what keeps me calm =D) was the fact that i was rather occupied looking for my tie. seeing that sitting around was only going to get my other half of my anatomy wet along with other extremities of my body, i decided to get up and check the cupboard at the back for my tie.
AND THAT CREATURE HAD THE..THE AUDACITY OF FOLLOWING ME. AND WORSE OF ALL, speaking of vampirism, HE STARTED DRAWING VAMPIRIC SIGNS ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS BOTTLE. like, y'know, the david's star with a circle around it. and here i was thinking that those signs that i found outside our class was done by another dude from another class. SO IT WAS HIM. THAT. CREATURE WHO ATTAINED NIRVANA AND TRIED SPREADING IT THROUGH LIQUID. sigh..yeah. and he went like,"yay! yay! yay!" anyways, from now on i'm typing in bold cause its irritating to switch around though i know you abstract anarchists love my previous architecture of switching around with the font thickness and all. so just get over it and live =D. so, as i was saying, matthew was going postal over vampiric signs and all and i was still searching around for my darned tie which i later found out that some other dude took it home. as i was standing by the cupboard peering into Narnia, he drew a triangle with his bottle and said,"if only i could fill this with kerosene and throw a lighter here then it'd be like Bloaw! so cool." you know what matthew, it would've been better if that was a hole six feet deep to which i would've buried you in and sealed the top with 3 layers of uncle flob's titanium cement.
alright..yeah so that's what happens when a person doesnt practise a little sensitivity. we ourselves get irritated and lose our sensitivity towards that person and thus a viscious cycle ensues. THEREFORE LOVES, always think about what your victim would feel before engaging in mean activities.(unless your victim's sicheng then..yeah that's an exception HAHAHAHHA sorry sicheng i lubx lubx you 184~)
i just took a portion of your life
