Because SOME people find in themselves the amazing ability to be utterly shameless.
Because SOME people fail to comprehend the meaning of 'example'.
Because SOME people are just absolutely idiotic like that.

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Okay, I'm sorry I sound so harsh, but really, this is just my honest opinion of what happened yesterday, though it is a second-hand account, courtesy of Brenda.

Both parents were in the wrong. Which makes it kind of tough for me, because I usually like to take a stand. Haha but I guess this just means that I get to deal double dosage, and take jabs at both parties :D

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S'S MUM

She really shouldn't have gone to insult Wee Heng. But I guess all that's going to be in here are alot of 'shouldn't have's, So I'll dispense with that.

Fine, she was a damned beeyatch for going around and insulting kids, of all people, without compunction.

Really. What sort of parent goes around, in a church of all places, and calls a kid a 'gangster'? What sort of freaking adult, let alone parent and Christian, are you being? And let's not mention that the kid is pretty sweet in his own way, if slightly rowdy occasionally.

It merely shows the supreme shallowness of the parent, and instills in the impressionable kid the belief that adults are not to be trusted, that adults will only put you down, that adults don't bother to look past your face and actions to see the real you, that adults are superficial. Which totally rings true for the parent in question, but in general?

It'd be totally sad if the world was full of people like this.

This is where the opinionated adjectives come into play.

If the fricking mother thinks that she's good enough to judge people superficially, then she should have the credentials to go with it. Why then, do I see her daughter always dressed skimpily, face caked with makeup, at the tender age of nine? It's the upbringing, and dare I say it, the genes. Which really does explain the extremity of the girl's selfishness, pettiness, superficiality and vanity.

And no way in hell is she pretty. Passable, but not pretty.

It's not that I'm saying everything's all fine and dandy if she's pretty, but it does mean that there's a more plausible reason to her snottiness if she were pretty. Which so happens, she is NOT.

And even if she were pretty, in the core of the hearts of people, beauty counts for naught. It's the trueness of heart, the magnanimosity and generosity, the encompassing attitude that people are drawn towards.

Not a heavily made-up face, with blue eyeliner thick enough to paint a damned whale. Not scraps of cloth, barely enough to cover the bare essentials. Okay, maybe that was somewhat of an exaggeration, but it makes my point.

Let's not even go into the nitty-gritty details about how her daughter beat someone up. All in the name of fine upbringing, I suppose. The skills one teaches one's daughter in preparation for future beauty-queen career?

And I'd just like to add: I absolutely abhor the way the bloody freaking assshit of a mother enjoys staring down her nose at us. As if we're below her, and not worthy of her interest! No wonder your daughter reeks of this holier-than-thou air all the time. What am I to expect? Like mother, like daughter.

I'm sorry I missed the show where you totally messed yourself up.

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C'S DAD

Obviously, it was wrong to go and scold the kid. Even though the kid probably did deserve it, in my opinion. Actually, even if the kid didn't deserve to be scolded for the particular issue in question, she sure did deserve to be taken down a peg or two. Or twenty thousand.

Still. It shows, once again, the shallowness of human nature. To pick a fight with a defenceless kid, who obviously has nothing going for her in the face of an irate adult man, merely shows the caveman-like desire to intimidate the kid into meek submission.

Subjugation of females is already a hot debating topic, when the terrorizing of girls comes into play, the debating arena is going to become a bloody warfield, with rampaging horses, blaring trumpets and all.

That, in turn, shows extreme ignorance on the part of the adult. To not predict the actions of both the kid and said kid's mother was sheer stupidity. Sheesh.

Obviously, it would stand to reason that the mother would stand up for her child, especially if said child was crying from shock/fear, no? Apparently, that very evident fact failed to, in all it's sharpness, pierce the asinine grey matter of a certain parent. Which also makes said parent at fault, duh.

C'S MUM

And of course, if the mum hadn't stepped in to poke her sharp beakish nose where it didn't belong, the world would be at an end!

Both mothers were quarreling outside, paying no heed to the fact that they were acting like fishmongers' wives (it's an expression, no disrespect meant to fishmongers and their wives). Puh-lease. This kind of shrewish behaviour is best left to the harlots of olden days. Please, don't besmirch the name Singapore has so painstakingly built for herself.

Seeing as how they were caught up in their passionate, heated squabbling, the two crows, for lack of a more descriptive word, plainly didn't see the crowd gawping at them.

Freaking shrews. I'm surprised they didn't attack the teachers who attempted to pull them apart. Actually, maybe they did, and Brenda just spared me the gory details :/

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Meh. I think I found the side I'm standing on: C's parents.

Though it was wrong of them to retaliate the way they did, the damage they inflicted wasn't as bad as S's mum's. I'm not condoning their behaviour, but Brenda's account of how S's mum took it upon herself to label Wee Heng really just repulsed me. Does that woman have no dignity?


Frankly, I think the one who said that "I'm not coming back to this church anymore!" is S's mum.Though I doubt the real reason was because "I don't want my kid to get bullied here!" In all honesty, it was probably because reality struck then.

And she realized she had lost her composure, and consequently, all semblance of dignity she might have had. After all, this will be gossip fodder for the next couple of weeks, about how two parents fought tooth and nail with each other, like elementary kids.

Ah, the superficiality of the adult world.

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And this is where I show the picture I kop-ed from Rachel's blog :D





























HAHA I (figuratively) laughed my ass off when Rachel showed me this. Utterly brilliant xD

Hitler: the emokid.

Adolf Hitler. Did anyone bother to delve into his heart to learn more about his abusive childhood, which shaped him into the cruel dictator we all knew? He was merely a misguided child, and yet the world saw him through tainted lenses, as a heartless bigot who discriminated against Jews. No one understood him as the frightened child, who constantly shied away from Jews because of a fearful encounter with a drunken Jew at the tender age of ten, who tried to rape him.

During Hitler's reign, people lived in fear of the Nazis. Jews marked by the yellow star cursed him with all their hearts, minds and souls.

All they saw was a severe man, who imposed inexplicable rules to justify his "purging" of Germany. All they saw was a cold-blooded creature, who lived for the sole purpose of sending millions of innocent Jews to their deaths.

They never saw the iron-fisted man toss and turn in bed, in the dead of the night, subconscious battling the unforgiving memory of the drunken man's unstoppable advances. They never heard his sobbing breaths as he wailed into an empty chamber, devoid of even guards at his request. They never saw his tearstained sheets.

When Hitler committed suicide upon the ending of his reign, whispers abounded that it was to evade imprisonment, to avoid capture, being the innate coward that Hitler was. Nobody ever thought to think of Hitler's mental anguish, much like a child who had sweated blood and tears to build a sandcastle, only to have it torn down when the tide came in.

Nobody ever saw Hitler's sorrows. He was alone, the entire journey.

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HAHAHHAHHAA gosh I can't believe I wrote that xD Hitler: the misunderstood emokid :D

For anyone who did get conned, it was obviously untrue. Hahaha. Came off the top of my head, and made me feel infinitely insightful and understanding. Do I have the ability to become a psychiatrist, or do I have the ability to become a psychiatrist?

Analyzing Hitler's psych was sooo much fun, yeah.

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And...

Back to Rachel: ditch Justin, please. The post on Dahlberg's blog about sex tapes and dry humping positively traumatized me for life. If Justin ever becomes my cousin-in-law, I will never be able to look at him with a straight face :X

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