Brawling with neanderthals equipped with neural schools of reason so gnawingly annoying that i was afraid they would spontaneously combust if divine intervention decidedly swoops to remove stupidity from this already fucked-up world.
a neanderthal
another neanderthal
Cursed with the luck of being attached to a dystopian tyrant, a term which only consoled due to its intended exaggeration. Sulky subordination to a guy I deemed moderately tolerable, only on a fair-weathered day of course. This guy seems like he pole-vaulted himself into his self-constructed racial-pride hall of fame.
His largely inflated sense of self-worth led to unwelcome announcements of his own greatness, which would include even snippets dating back to his pre-pubescent days. Like a thunderous bulk of self-promotion lugging its large mass around, periodically bursting out in ranting glorification of its own personal accomplishments.
Then there was the thankless, non-rewarding job of "taking the initiative" where the only acknowledgement to it was a mere "well done", implying some sort of default belief that it was indeed something you were expected to do, attacking and destroying the adage, "you get monkeys if you pay peanuts" considering there were no real incentives to improved work ethics except for perhaps, the ORD testimony at the end of it.
Of course, there is no stopping adopting that kind of super-worker mindset, even after considering that it would actually have begative effects, especially in the lower ranking strata where a super-worker will be dubbed too passionate and stupid, which i myself have to slightly agree. There is no visible, glaring determining factor, be it level of education or inherent "racial traits",its just that after a few months of "super-working", met only by peer excommunication and an occasional fuzzy wedgie, that enthusiasm simply fizzles out.
Likeable quirky characters, who may destinedly become good friends, mixed in the politically-correct ensemble(s) of this "progressive society" of ours however, make existing that much more enjoyable. If this does not outweigh the bulk of suffering directly or indirectly caused by the aforementioned problems, suicide would be a better alternative really. Evaluate yourself accordingly.
To describe it like i always do.
Using my ninja-agility and now 3 months-in of dodging the relentless volley of bullshit-laden projectiles in my camp,i was caught unawares by a wad of bazooka-spit which hit me like a truck in the face... Trying to steady myself from the impact only made it worse as i grew groggy from the head-on collision with ridiculous logic.
The odd-logic sentence interpreted themselves to me as "A level students bad...Diploma students good", mouthed by my lieutenant with matter-of-fact sincerity, perhaps a conviction
evidenced by his cocooned experiences in the military. In his attempt to understand individual work ethics, he has, with all maturity, classified NSFs under level of education and generalised everything based on badly researched examples. Word for word(or slightly exaggerated), "A level people should be pushed harder but Poly students good because they always take the initiative.. see like me.. i from poly what"
With furrowed eyebrows, i tried to understand.. but i collapsed from exhaustion and somehow drifted into a state of psychedelia where unnaturally colored- skies swirled with milky colors and nearby acacia trees talked jamaican..
image from:www.shareproject.net
Laying on the scented-grass, writing letters to a substitute for santa-claus, for superpowers to morph people into molasses.. great isnt it having a blog and yer own imagination...
wait.. maybe this post serves as a reminder for Azmi and Zainal as to how fucked up NS can be seeing how theyre enlisting soon..
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