Privileged or Privileged

Today I had a first hand encounter with the new species. It was said that contact with them will leave you shriveled and devoid of hope for the future. And it's true. I've seen them from afar. They are recognisable by their odour, upturned nose and voice. Yes, their voice. It rings clear to send shocks down your spine. Indeed, contact with them is nothing but misfortune.

They are...

THE BLOODY PRIVILEGE KIDS CAN. (not all. some. D says: don't generalise. Listen to Ah Pek.)

You know what's worse, I met one who wants to study English Literature. Another privileged kid who knows no hardship in her life but wants to write hipster emo poetry because she feels. Don't make me barf. And don't give me the shit that 'we have our own share of hardship'. Yeah yeah, your boyfriend broke up with you, you didn't make it into the band team, you forgot your F math (or whatever) homework, your dog shat on you, your teacher shat on you, you shat on yourself.

Give me a break.

Okay. What got me so heated up.

First, the kid had the cheek to email 'you said you would send me the form'.

I say I am the Queen of the Muthafuking Universe. Bow down now. Thanks.

Someone has to teach them email etiquette.

Second, she gave me a bunch of dates that are out for her because she has a PT job, medical check up and shat-on-thyself session. Oh and one particular date for her is out because she will be overseas and she 'MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM JET LAG'.


That's not all. She has total confidence in her capability and the job market that she requested for a poly grad salary. Hello, dis ish intern position.

The fact that these sort of kids are the pillar of this country really makes me want to shat. Oblivious, self-seeking and zero EQ. Hey... this sounds familar. Right, the kids* will go on to be the leaders of this country.

Why?

Because they have the talent...

To shat on themselves and not smell a thing.


*only this special breed. Not referring to all JC kids. If you want to know whether you are one of them, check your pants. Kthxbye.

** Again. Only some, not all. Ah Pek says: don't generalise. It's like saying all chickens are genetically modified like KFC's. The real kampong chickens will feel insulted. Kay, that bit came from me not Ah Pek.