This afternoon while I was discussing TalkFusion video email solutions with a Social Media Marketeer at Atrium@Orchard's TCC, on the neighbouring table were two fat shits.
One was telling the other: “Did you know there's this ex-course mate at my uni? She landed this $2000 a week job! I on the other hand, am earning $2000 a month. What the fuck right?
Then the other fat shit said: “Ya lor... I'm only earning a few hundred more than you. Wah. $2000 a week is really alot. She must have had very good grades!”
The first fat shit: “Ya...don't really know her, but I think she must be a top student.”
Wake up, pieces of fat oily shit blobs! When was it all about grades? What era do you think this is? Confucius' era? Where every self-respecting person would be taking the government entrance exams, and be awarded posts based on grades?
What about aptitude? Yes, she was probably above average at school, but probably did well at aptitude tests too. What leaves this fat shit at? Well, she scored crap at school (by her analogy), and probably didn't pass the aptitude tests either, or didn't even persevere and hold out for the good job unlike her “high-flyer” ex-schoolmate.
So there she is, stinking, unsightly, oily, neglected and abandoned – at the bottom of the food chain.
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