To be able to enjoy life you need time and money. I had none. Now, I at least have time. One week of break, friggin’ sweet.

What have I been up to? Apart from arguing with kiddies on forums about whether their grammar/spelling is wrong, not much, not much.

For a little more than one week I haven’t written anything. Why? Because I have been doing something more productive with my time, and with productive I mean something more relaxing. Hmm that doesn’t make sense. Ok, I just wrote that to make this entry longer and when quickly glanced at, look as if I actually put in effort when writing. And by writing that, I was just trying to be funny. By saying that I was just trying to be funny, I create a ladder for myself to climb down without shame if it was not funny.

Anyways, I have been watching this K-Drama called “Sorry, I Love You“. I agree, the name sounds like some greasy gay-ass show, but it’s not. By using “gay-ass” I show the world that I am not gay by using the word “gay” in a negative way. Smart huh?

Moving on, hmm… It’s about a Korean boy who is abandoned my his mother and got adopted by Australian couples. His new parents treated him poorly so he left home when he was 10, he became a respected gangster on the streets of Melbourne. His girlfriend leaves him for a fat rich Aussie dude, and at their wedding he took two bullets in the head for his ex-gf and that fat dude. Surgeons are able to remove one bullet but the other one is too dangerous to remove, he has only a set amount of time to live. He decides that he wants to die in his homeland and find his poor mother who abandoned him and buy her good clothes, good food and a nice house. His ex feels sorry for him and steals money from the fat Aussie to give to him. Upon arrival in Korea, he notices big billboards with pictures of his mother and his brother, they are superstars in Korea and not poor. He sees on TV how good his mother treats his brother, and how she left him to loneliness and gets furious. He makes plots for revenging on his mother using the last days he have left… It was a nice show, despite the fact that I didn’t understand a single word and had to read subtitles all the way through.

So if you skipped the previous paragraph to get to the end: welcome, your here. So since I’m done with this insanely productive project of mine I’ll probably start writing more.

It the title angers you, skip to text in italics below.

Judge people for who they are and not where they come from? Nah, scratch that.

It does not work. Well, it sounds good at least.

Everyday I see people doing things that disgust me, the same people who claim that they are anti racism. If you do not have the same skincolor as most of the people in the country, you will be inspected extra carefully. If you can act better than them, they will have no excuse to hate you, but if you do cheap/disgusting things people will eventually hate you, and the place you descend from. Basically, you are making a fool out of yourself and your country, in exchange for some temporary small gain.

What are the things people do that disgust me? Mostly selfish stuff, such as grabbing a handful of pepperbags from McDonalds after a visit there. Perhaps taking so much stuff on a self-pick place that others don’t get any. Things like that. Who does this? Go figure.

Cheap people, basically. You do not have to be poor to be a cheap person, but instead the actions define. When in doubt, look at the person previous to you and do the same.

Stop doing stupid shit and people might not hate you (your people) as much, don’t lay all the blame on the fact that they generalize. Also, remember that your actions will be seen as the actions of your people.

– Now I’m not saying that all foreign people lack etiquette, not at all. Some do. Unfortunately, it is always a small amount of people who destroy for the crowd. In this case, a small amount foreigners make their own people look bad, it can’t be avioided. Before yelling and hating at racists, look at yourself first. –

Not doing so is just like dressing like a whore and at the same yelling “Go feminism!” The only way for you to gain respect is be better than someone else.

Until some basic etiquette is learnt, go racism!

Yep, I haven’t joked for a couple of days, and it feels - at times tempting - but nevertheless quite good.