Did i mention how much i hate exams?(click on picture to see.)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I want a puppy or a polar bear, or a monkey.
I want a pet. I neeeeed a pet. Despite my extremely hectic lifestyle. A pet might be therepeutic for me.. and I might require less valium if I got one.
Everything I see everyday makes me want to gobble down the whole freaking tab of valium. Cruel news, students mugging their tits off in the library, people feeling lonely, homelessness, anti-social behaviour.. it gets sooo depressing during the winter! The gloom obsviously doesn't help at all.
Manchester weather is setting right now.. Dark, Cold, Wet and Gloomy. Atypical Manchester.
Until Spring, we'll have to tolerate this insanely depressing weather. I swear I feel so much more lethargic and dreary in winter! : S
At least the sun is beginning to set later now.
I can't wait for summer. Its going to be so freaking amazing!!
Everything I see everyday makes me want to gobble down the whole freaking tab of valium. Cruel news, students mugging their tits off in the library, people feeling lonely, homelessness, anti-social behaviour.. it gets sooo depressing during the winter! The gloom obsviously doesn't help at all.
Manchester weather is setting right now.. Dark, Cold, Wet and Gloomy. Atypical Manchester.
Until Spring, we'll have to tolerate this insanely depressing weather. I swear I feel so much more lethargic and dreary in winter! : S
At least the sun is beginning to set later now.
I can't wait for summer. Its going to be so freaking amazing!!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Intelligent input darling.
Just as I was beginning to lean towards the socialist centre, this woman, with her 2 horrible children decided to sit in the fucking QUIET section of the train. Which fucking part of QUIET does she not understand?
So for that 1.5 hours, me and my fellow passengers, mostly students studying, or business people reading, or just normal passengers who want some bloody peace have to be bloody tortured by this stupid chavvy bitch and her incessant phone calls to her chavvy burberry clad, pistol driven, marijuana cracked up whore friends. Her 2 kids, aged 5 and 2 were spouting words like SHUT UP, and BITCH, and BOOBIES, and phrases like, yer boobies r hanging out.
Goodness knows where the hell they picked those words from. When confronted by the conductor to stop using the phone, she actually had the fucking guts to retort him, and said that there were other people using their phones.. but the whole fucking cabin was QUIET. And the conductor just shouted back at her telling her that she's breaking the rules, and he seen it thats why he's saying so. BITCH.
Then a passenger went up to her and said, look, its a QUIET section, and the kids shouldn't be here, and she actually shouted down the cabin that she could cause trouble if she wanted to, and where else was she going to sit! OMG. what a stupid chav.
You could feel the tension in the train as everyone was either standing up to move cabins, or just to throw her dirty stares and roll their eyes at her. She was obviously and outcaste of the train, and will not be tolerated nor accepted.
At that moment, I thought about the medieval period, where the aristocrats perceived the poor as dull, slow witted, and "No more then rodents surviving on the graces of the country". That is obviously a very warped and elitist ideal. People could be poor out of circumstance, and not because they want to, and who wants to be poor?
But when I looked at this disgusting woman who is obviously not fit to be a mother, or even a human being, I came to the distinct conclusion that she was without a doubt, living on the dole (as she mentioned in one of her whory phone calls that she got a house in the council estate), uneducated (based on her speech), unfit to be a parent (based on her children's behaviour, and her continuous torment of her son), basically, just unfit to even be living. It dawned upon me that it was this sort of poverty that the rich, and educated despised, and not the everyday, i-do-not-earn-enough-to-feed-my-family kind of poor.
It is this kind of poverty, poverty in morals, poverty in manners, poverty in mind, poverty in sentient thought, poverty in social integrity that people look down upon when they despise 'The Poor'. Get that right, no one is looking down at those without money in their wallets, but those with nothing to show for their abhorrent behaviour.
And to think my national insurance payments go to her weekly dole. This pisses me off so much. It pisses me off even more to think that her children will grow up to be like her, loud mouthed, foul, disgusting, anti-social and affront.
This reminds me once again that when you call my country a nanny state, yours' is worse, its a nanny state breeding criminals and impoverished minds with the social welfare system. At least our nanny state breeds geniuses, businessmen, and people who actually contribute to the country.
So for that 1.5 hours, me and my fellow passengers, mostly students studying, or business people reading, or just normal passengers who want some bloody peace have to be bloody tortured by this stupid chavvy bitch and her incessant phone calls to her chavvy burberry clad, pistol driven, marijuana cracked up whore friends. Her 2 kids, aged 5 and 2 were spouting words like SHUT UP, and BITCH, and BOOBIES, and phrases like, yer boobies r hanging out.
Goodness knows where the hell they picked those words from. When confronted by the conductor to stop using the phone, she actually had the fucking guts to retort him, and said that there were other people using their phones.. but the whole fucking cabin was QUIET. And the conductor just shouted back at her telling her that she's breaking the rules, and he seen it thats why he's saying so. BITCH.
Then a passenger went up to her and said, look, its a QUIET section, and the kids shouldn't be here, and she actually shouted down the cabin that she could cause trouble if she wanted to, and where else was she going to sit! OMG. what a stupid chav.
You could feel the tension in the train as everyone was either standing up to move cabins, or just to throw her dirty stares and roll their eyes at her. She was obviously and outcaste of the train, and will not be tolerated nor accepted.
At that moment, I thought about the medieval period, where the aristocrats perceived the poor as dull, slow witted, and "No more then rodents surviving on the graces of the country". That is obviously a very warped and elitist ideal. People could be poor out of circumstance, and not because they want to, and who wants to be poor?
But when I looked at this disgusting woman who is obviously not fit to be a mother, or even a human being, I came to the distinct conclusion that she was without a doubt, living on the dole (as she mentioned in one of her whory phone calls that she got a house in the council estate), uneducated (based on her speech), unfit to be a parent (based on her children's behaviour, and her continuous torment of her son), basically, just unfit to even be living. It dawned upon me that it was this sort of poverty that the rich, and educated despised, and not the everyday, i-do-not-earn-enough-to-feed-my-family kind of poor.
It is this kind of poverty, poverty in morals, poverty in manners, poverty in mind, poverty in sentient thought, poverty in social integrity that people look down upon when they despise 'The Poor'. Get that right, no one is looking down at those without money in their wallets, but those with nothing to show for their abhorrent behaviour.
And to think my national insurance payments go to her weekly dole. This pisses me off so much. It pisses me off even more to think that her children will grow up to be like her, loud mouthed, foul, disgusting, anti-social and affront.
This reminds me once again that when you call my country a nanny state, yours' is worse, its a nanny state breeding criminals and impoverished minds with the social welfare system. At least our nanny state breeds geniuses, businessmen, and people who actually contribute to the country.
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