On The Sad Lives People Lead

During my free time in office, my colleague and I would visit the Stomp! forums, since practically all other entertainment websites are blocked.

And a whole new disgusting world we enter.

A place where people cannot write properly. A place where they love talking about bo liao things under the sun with much childish zeal (the kind where a small immature boy cries zealously for a Power Ranger toy). A place where people think they are really sensible and intelligent just because they hide behind the screen, and relish standing on high moral ground, when in actual fact they are simplistic in thinking and immature. It's just the peer-to-peer glorification of their own kind which makes them feel high and mighty and extremely dignified.

I want to puke.

As I told W, who read all kinds of things from there, to be careful because 'there is a lot of rubbish there'. And true enough I went into a blog W recommended as there was someone who called himself Philosopher (with the capital P no less) and who proceeded on a tirade against Dawn Yang and Sun Ho. I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

Spare me the irony.

I mean I can understand why he would hate them, but to spend so much time and effort degrading someone you hate? That is a very sad life.

And then my colleague went to Wikipedia and typed in 'Dawn Yang' only to find fans and haters conscientiously editing the page (which is *ahem* supposed to be neutral and informative) into some kind of a page ripped straight out of a tabloid.

At that point only two words came to my mind:

Who cares?

Spend your sad little life doing something useful lah, like read Time magazine or something.