You Have Your Sarcastic Moments

While you’re not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge. In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead! And although you do have your genuine moments, you can’t help getting your zingers in. Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it’s more likely they think you’re hilarious.

How Sarcastic Are You?

You Are 80% Brutally Honest

Most of the time, you tell it like it is. Even if it’s hard for people to hear. Sometimes you hold back though, because you never want your honesty to be hurtful.

How Brutally Honest Are You?

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Remember the time someone asked for your opinion about their latest hair colour/style/outfit/artwork (of any kind). You know that it’s a masterpiece of a crap. Your lips/fingers twitched while your brains go into a massive debate with your conscience.

“(S)He should know the truth! But I don’t want him/her to hate me! So I should tell him/her the truth! No, let other thick-skins do the job! But I’m his/her friend! But what if (s)he starts crying? What if people think I’m mean?”

What would you do? Suck up and say that it’s worth a monument in the Lourve? Say “it’s okay, I guess” or the infamous cowardly “I don’t know/I’m not good at this kinda stuff/Maybe you should ask someone else instead”? Or plain “I don’t like it/Not my kinda thing”?

Most of the time, I would just go “I don’t like it”, unless I want to help the person in question to improve. After all, it’s not mean if it’s true. Would you rather have an imcompetent twat of a friend say the most “duh” things to the friend concerned instead?

If you want it done right, do it yourself.

It’s no secret that I’m a controversial person. I say what I mean and I mean what I say.

Most of the time.

Why do I things like that? Why am I like that? Do I not fear the ill consequences my seemingly harsh words forebode?

Ah. Listen to yourself (or to be pedantic, read your words, heh.), you question my fear. Now, we have to question why we fear. More often than not, whatever we say does not pose immediate threat to ourselves. So why do we fear?

Ego, the conniving spirit that throws a selfish wager, always holds the winning bet against Reason and Conscience.

In other words, Ego is what prevents us from being straightforward.

Because you care what others think of you.

You see, the thing about being honest is that it’s important for your well-being. If you don’t speak your mind and keep everything to yourself, fearing of saying the “wrong” things all the time, you won’t feel like you did justice to yourself.

You’ll feel guilty. For not being yourself.

You’ll regret. For letting the moment go by. Only to see another person voicing out the same damn point you wanted to make.

Oddly enough, these people end up getting the credit instead. Rarely do they get the blame for saying the “wrong” thing.

Who decides what’s “wrong” and “right” anyway?

But being straightforward doesn’t mean that you immediately speak your mind. Being honest doesn’t mean that you tell your boss that you think his wife looks like she’s always got dung stuck under her nose.

Most of the time, being tactful is important. Criticism should always be accompanied by construct.

Most of the time. Depending on the person in question.

Because some dickheads don’t deserve nice treatment.

And irony is wasted on the stupid.

But that’s another point altogether, which you can examine from my Bodohland portal.

Now why do I bring up this topic about my Simon Cowell Syndrome (SCS)? Like our beloved American Idol judge, you’ll either love me or hate me.

And some people just can’t seem to withstand my awesomeness.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane…

2003 - I was mostly hated for being different. Endless of cases. I’d prolly blog about this another time.
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2004 - Kept to myself. Sick of the drama caused by retards. Nothing much happened. Yay?

2005

- Case #1:

Started college. A former president of various societies and a good friend of mine, told me that some people mentioned to him that they cannot withstand certain aspects of my points of discussion, saying that I’m “controlling and only want things my way”, hence labelling me as “opinionated”.

Right. There is a difference between being opinionated and being outspoken, fyi.

Sometimes, I think they may be right. But only because whenever I ask for opinions, many of my “team mates” would just shut up. If I were to argue with their opinions due to disagreements, most of the time they’d just shrug things off.

Meh. People.

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- Case #2:

An uber retarded misunderstanding. With a “grown up”.

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2006 -

- Case #3:

X, was given the honour to do the opening ceremony. Now, X was in my Sociology101 class. During the class introduction, our lecturer said something like: “Now, in this class, you have to remember that whatever that has been said; whatever personal issue or sensitive issue, has to be kept within these walls. We have to learn to keep an open mind in order to be able to discuss in a civilized manner. Let me ask you something: Have you been racist before, as much as you would like to think that you’re not? What kind of people can you not stand? Or what kind of people annoy you?” (Disclaimer: Bodicea suffers from alco memory. Sometimes. So what the lecturer said isn’t the transcript. But you get the idea.)

Given that sort of question and knowing my history with Bodohlanders, it was inevitable for me to say: “Usually stupid uneducated people…those that can really annoy you…And as much as I don’t like to be racist, even though my mum tried to influence me to think that Chinese is the best race plus most of the non-Chinese are a bunch of sorry twats (and I don’t really want to believe her because it’s like a generalization), many who annoyed me in the past happened to be Indians or Nepalese…”

I forgot one thing: Not many people face the retards that I face, or have similar sentiments as I do towards them. Fewer people read my blog.

The class was silent. The lecturer looked rather thoughtful at my remark.

“Well, what do you guys think?” She asked.

“I don’t agree with you. My parents only studied up to Primary Six but I don’t think that they’re stupid because they managed to bring me into college.” X frowned.

“I understand what you mean, but I don’t mean people like your parents. What I meant was that the stupid ones are those really ignorant ones. Really stubborn ones…” I tried to elaborate my point futher and clearer.

“I think I get what J’s trying to say. You see, we’re so caught up with the rat race that we easily assume that education is limited to formal education. We often forget that family background and cultural intervention play a part in informal education as well. Moral education. EQ, they say. Is that what you meant, J?” The lecturer empathised.

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“Exactly. That’s what I meant. And some people just don’t make sense, and they just don’t want to admit it when they know that they’re wrong, and that can really piss you off sometimes!” I got caught up with the agony of my experience.

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I don’t mean people like your parents. I not referring to people who do poorly academic-wise, but rather those with poor social etiquette and mannerisms. Like what (the lecturer) said too. I hope you get what I mean…” My voice faded away as X bobbed her head in what seemed to be an agreement.

Now, if you were X, after hearing my explanation, would you accept my apology? Would you still take offense?

Apparently, later on, when I switched class sections (because of clashes with other class times), a good friend of mine told me that he heard that I switched sections for Sociology101 because of the controversy I stirred up in the previous section. According to him, about 5 or 6 people said that I made “stupid comments and was racist”.

For a long time since then, X always seemed to have a pissed look whenever she passed me by.

So much for assuming that people who take up Sociology would at least have as much grey matter as my cow.

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- Case #4:

My recieved Valentine’s dedications:

a) My dearest J,

I really need someone by my side this Valentine’. Call me….
- Desperate and lonely

b) Dear J,

Just dropping by to wish you a very happy Valentine’s Day just cos no one else will.

- Mr. Charitable

- Case #5:

Here’s what I found in my old and retarded MSN Spaces.

My post was the following…

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If I should be seen as a heinous bitch for such a remark, then so should a gazillion people who disses My Space, “Friend”ster, Xanga, Blogspot, Blogsource, Blogdrive, Diaryland, High5, etc etc, be seen as such.

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(Author’s Note: My course happens to occupy only the 12th floor of the premise.)
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Stupid resolution. Meh. Lazy to adjust. So here’s the transcript which I’ve C&P-ed:

“Darling 12th floor patriot:

Imho, insults without reasonable factual justifications are plain cheap shots. The negativity I’d feel from your juvenile unfounded bitchiness is not some lame insecurity about you disliking me, but my sadness over your apparent lack of intellect and common sense to properly understand the trigger of your spite. You clearly did not even bother to check if your hatred is just a product of a misunderstanding with a rather tactless but brutally honest peace lover, or not.

If you abhor my guts, pray be a man/woman and spit it to my face. Two-face hypocrisy is extremely high-school-ish. You’re in fucking college now. Grow up, please and thanks.

Also, leaving clues of your identity yet omitting your name is just another form of cowardice which did not help you in your pointless goal of intimidating me.

3/4/2006 6:19:52 PM
(http://spaces.msn.com/tongsampah/)“

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As you can see, I was basically pissed. Because nothing made sense to me. Will rant more about this later.

By the way, there was no reply.

I used to have a Blogger early last year. 12th floor patriot made another appearance there. Saying something like “You suck. What you say pisses people off.”

I replied saying something like “I wonder what my brutally honest self did to your fragile ego.”

Too bad I didn’t realize the wonders of screenshots before I closed that blog down. Some of the posts from that blog are here though.

Butttt… after a few months of silence, guess who’s back?

*Click*

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I’ve discuss this matter with a friend of mine before. He was one of the many who were surprised that such a small, simple, and baseless comment could provoke such a huge reaction in me.

 

Why did I do what I did for the beginning Case #5?

 

a) 12th floor patriot was unfair and did not make sense.

b) I’m very attached to Logic, if you haven’t noticed by now, and it’s not because I care about what others think. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have this SCS at all.

c) The choice of nickname could only suggest that the retarded comments were an insider’s job. I hate outright hypocrisy. (Back to the issue about that prestigious school once more.) If the author was a complete stranger, I wouldn’t have given two shits about the remark. Period.

d) An indirect response of pent up anger towards those hypocritical fucks who betrayed me in the past.

 

Now, some people have told me that I needn’t be such an angry bitch about arguments. Or that maybe if I make the effort to see things from their POV and use that knowledge to solve matters, perhaps I’d be “more at peace”.

 

Yeah fucking right. I think I know about the idiom “ignorance is bliss” all too well. Think about this: Ignorance is the cause of misunderstandings.

 

Which is not what diplomacy or a discussion is all about.

 

And by the way, have those who claimed to hate me, tried to look from my POV?

 

I don’t think so. Or else they wouldn’t have responded like some ass.

Me being an angry bitch? That’s only when you provoke me.

 

What provokes me?

 

By now, I trust you to be smart enough to figure that out by yourself.

 

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- Case #6:

Another retarded flame war. With another “grown up”.