This beginning.



How do you make sure that you do not encounter stupid people all day? One thing to do is to sleep all day. But sleep is a waste of time, and your own subconscious is no guarantee of a safe haven.



Last night at Borders, while i was going through the CDs and getting pissed off at the incredibly annoying 40 second sample time( i'm just guessing its 40secs. Whatever it is, it's too damn short but all big companies sell their soul to capitalist demons.), there was this little group of a girl and two guys who were dressed to impress each other also hanging out around the CD section. See, they were just walking round or whatever. Actually my first encounter with them was when the girl, pretty attractive, walked over the Mr Cool and asked him, "Hey, do you know who this is. This name is soo weiirrrd!". She was holding up some CD which believe me i tried, best as i could, to see the artiste without giving myself away. The guy was all smile charmingly and mumbling some stuff which was most probably something like "Yeah I've heard of him/them/her..blahblah" when you know the smarmy bastard hasn't.



Encounter no. 2 was when they were next to me and Mr Cool sauntered off to look at something else and then girly and Mr Tag-Along-But-Also-Cool were apparently listening to some CD on the listening station which blares the music out. i don't know what they were playing cos i was listening to something on my own station. But girly's voice was loud and she said "...yadda yadda..This picture is like you know Johnny Bravo?..You know?..He's this cartoon who thinks he's so macho but he always screws things up!" and Mr Tag-Along was all like nodding and like laughing heartily at this when you could tell he knew jackshit about Johnny Bravo. The closest thing he knows is his cousin Johnny who has that cool pair of Levis that he wanted to get first.



The point is. At this moment, i had to fight the urge to just walk over and punch them all in the guts. it was just all very wrong to me that people who try so hard to look cool and trendy are trying to do so in the music section of a bookstore. Go hang out in Taka square or something fools where there is a much lower chance of me doubting your higher standing in the social class system. Ok given that it was the 2nd day of the lunar new year and nothing much was open. But at least go fucking hang out in starbucks or something. Hey i dont fucking go to a goddamn prada store listening to my CDs and talking shit about the clothes while other prada-mamas are digging it.



And if you didnt understand the point of this post, go back to your style-conscious world where the hair wax and coloured contacts matter.