我心中的吶喊
我想做的東西很多，但往往被許多無為的因素干涉。
可能自己不夠爽快，做事有點钻牛角尖, 常常過於思考而弄巧反拙。
我希望自己能果斷點，說了就做！不要再被婆媽的個性连累!!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
of freaks and geeks
There were the haughty jocks, the frighful freaks and the irritating geeks. These groups were basically the foundation of everyone’s academic years. They were around us through all the lessons, sports meets, morning assembly; they were in the canteen, in the field, in our view every god damn moment (well at least for about 6 full hours per day). For me, it wasn’t till I left school that I tried to identify the group I was in. I most definitely wasn’t the jock because that meant I had to be rich, be somewhat of a bully, be very athletic and represent our school in some ECA bull-crap. I’m neither one of those.
I believe I was somewhat caught between the freaks and the geeks.
I had a partner-in-crime doing all sorts of weird shit with: We defied our teacher submitting all sorts of nonsense in our essay assignments, mostly of how our pet dog (the class idiot a.k.a. ultimate geek) like licking our behinds; during our excursion at the zoo, we pretended to bong an animal statue in front of little kindergarten kids simply because we could. Er…ok, that’s enough for the freak bit.
Being absolutely terrified of my mum (she’ll always threatened to come to school to see my teacher for the most minor of things), I was your typical balless mummy’s boy. To add injury to insult, I was in Chinese society – probably the largest congregation of chinese nerds who reads SUN TSI Warfare books for recreation and kept their Vivian Chow posters as covers for their file folder or book wrappers for them to jerk off to. Did I mentioned I was also the chairman of this herd of nerds? My…I don’t know who was the biggest geek then.
So yes, I was a FREEK of nature, it remains a part of who I am and will always be. But I don’t think I’ll bong a statue in public anytime soon or join some cyber-games association to impress my geeky peers. Hopefully I’ve evolved. Hmm… although its hard to find a 25 year-old man geeky. Think they have another word for it.
Ah yes…Loser.
