I take a rather jaundiced view of life.

I like to squabble with people over little things. Like when they sit on my bed. Most of the time I just like to over-react to show people that that's the kind of person I am. I'm not incensed by these kind of little things. Just maybe a bit irritated by the way people turn a deaf ear to what I said. I feel compelled to not show people, or even myself the way I will really react about something, maybe cause I often find myself too boring. I don't want people to feel weary of me.

I hate people who are oblivious about important things and scorn people who prefer to spend their time in books and newspapers. There's a subtle difference between nerds and smart people. I really feel sad by the plight of people who are alienated cause the choose to go home and study or go home early to do their work instead of hanging out. Your criticism can cause someone to be in a funk and become outcast. What do you have to scowl when someone says he/she can't meet you cause she got classes? Or give that smirk after you made someone feel terrible. Maybe its your disposition to cause pain in people's life. Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, but you should not be making someone else suffer for your pleasure.

I have a vague memory of my lower sec. life. Everyone is so egocentric. The incessant tease by people of being a fat nerd. However, nowadays I muse about my past and realize that without the criticism of those idiots. In school when I revise my notes frantically before a test, people will go 'wa so hardworking huh', their blatant sarcasm irks me to the max. I can only stand there stoically pretending i'm ok. I'm not smart. Simple questions or words bewilder me. I felt incredulity how some people can just study before a test and score well, maybe they are just genius.