Wednesday, June 18, 2008 @ 4:41 AM
rip that mask off.
I remember, my first impression of the Ouyongs and the Chens were like, "omg, I'm gonna be spending this trip with a bunch of Lians."Yes, i used to classify girls who wear funny outfits and have this weirdass hairdo, occasionally twit (no offence) under the category of Lians. and i know alot of us does the same. It can't be helped, human beings love to classify stuff. I used to think Lians were people who only cared about how their hair looks like (wait so do I), and get the latest skinny jeans trend. Heck, Lian sounds funny, who the hell came up with the name.so I was spending my first day with them at the driving range, hoping they wouldnt call their beng friends to come whoop my ass or something. Well, they're actually really nice people, I swear i got a shock. I know my vocab sucks like crap, it's hard for me to describe stuff. They just were not what i thought of them to be. It jerked me into deep though (once again)classification. assumptions. discrimination. I'm sure im not the only person who feels this way. but well, why classify and differentiate when we're all goddamn humans. Yea sure, the AhBengs can be intimidating, they fish their phone out of their pocket and the whole gang is behind him before you know it. oh yea, funny thing is, they'll beat you up if you cross their territory, as if it's theirs. what the fuck? anyway, point is, what's the difference between an Ahbeng and a normal good kid. Yea sure, outlooks. But we all got four limbs, a face, and heck, maybe even the same language. why the Boobs can't we just get along. why do humans like to classify and discriminate. It feels like the whole human existence becomes a big question mark inside my head. Sheesh.
tis' the way
Reach my prismic soul.
Hello I'm Ben. I love my array of dreams and weird encounters. I want everyone around to be happy.