Its a sick sad world- and Im better because of it
I need papers when i shit, newspapers have a laxative effect on me. In the midst of that deluge of ads and photos of politicians lies very few things that catch my attention- like that report on Dennis Wee and how he eats 6 meals and shits 4 times a day (finally, someone other than me).
But als0 in the papers, are stuff that i just pass over, stuf that i dont wanna look at, stuff about little girls going missing, fathers molesting their children, bombs going off in Mid East. My life is happy, me knowing about stuff like this is not gonna change the world or make these people's lives less fucked up. So here I go in my safety bubble, thinking abt the next song to pilfer from the net, or that hot chick i used to check out at the Biz canteen.
Hot chicks in papers catch my attention...naturally. Like those that appear in the Newpaper New Face contest ads. They've changed the approach this year, its no longer so much about these hot girls next doors like days of yore, but now its about class, abt the finer things in life. Its wine instead of beer, Paris instead of Patpong. Its abt driving your Beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice evening instead of pumping your car stereo while driving your WRX into Zouk carpark. How nice......ahhhhh.....soothing isnt it?.......and then flip to the next page and you see how a tour bus crashes in Malaysia killing a driver and a young boy.
So whilst tonight some guys driving his beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice one, a father and mother are preparing for their son's funeral. This boy's never gonna drive that beemer up Mount Faber for a nice one. Someone drove him up to malaysia and that killed him.
Sure, knowing about these isnt to bring that boy to back to life, it isnt gonna return that missing girl to her parents, its not gonna stop bombs from blowing up villagers. But these remind me that there is more to this world than just cars and money and babes, and that I shouldnt bitch so much abt having to work to make a living, that i should look beyond the superficial veneers that we put over us to shield us from the harsher realities of this world (i wont even call it the 'real world' or the 'world outside', that suggests that we exist in a different reality. No. Thats our reality, thats the world we live in.)
Exercise for the day
Had a fucked up breakfast? Hate the food at the office canteen? In the time it takes for you to say "fucked up food like this shouldnt even be eaten"- one child lies dead because of hunger related diseases (1 child every 5 seconds). Think about this before every meal today.
I need papers when i shit, newspapers have a laxative effect on me. In the midst of that deluge of ads and photos of politicians lies very few things that catch my attention- like that report on Dennis Wee and how he eats 6 meals and shits 4 times a day (finally, someone other than me).
But als0 in the papers, are stuff that i just pass over, stuf that i dont wanna look at, stuff about little girls going missing, fathers molesting their children, bombs going off in Mid East. My life is happy, me knowing about stuff like this is not gonna change the world or make these people's lives less fucked up. So here I go in my safety bubble, thinking abt the next song to pilfer from the net, or that hot chick i used to check out at the Biz canteen.
Hot chicks in papers catch my attention...naturally. Like those that appear in the Newpaper New Face contest ads. They've changed the approach this year, its no longer so much about these hot girls next doors like days of yore, but now its about class, abt the finer things in life. Its wine instead of beer, Paris instead of Patpong. Its abt driving your Beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice evening instead of pumping your car stereo while driving your WRX into Zouk carpark. How nice......ahhhhh.....soothing isnt it?.......and then flip to the next page and you see how a tour bus crashes in Malaysia killing a driver and a young boy.
So whilst tonight some guys driving his beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice one, a father and mother are preparing for their son's funeral. This boy's never gonna drive that beemer up Mount Faber for a nice one. Someone drove him up to malaysia and that killed him.
Sure, knowing about these isnt to bring that boy to back to life, it isnt gonna return that missing girl to her parents, its not gonna stop bombs from blowing up villagers. But these remind me that there is more to this world than just cars and money and babes, and that I shouldnt bitch so much abt having to work to make a living, that i should look beyond the superficial veneers that we put over us to shield us from the harsher realities of this world (i wont even call it the 'real world' or the 'world outside', that suggests that we exist in a different reality. No. Thats our reality, thats the world we live in.)
Exercise for the day
Had a fucked up breakfast? Hate the food at the office canteen? In the time it takes for you to say "fucked up food like this shouldnt even be eaten"- one child lies dead because of hunger related diseases (1 child every 5 seconds). Think about this before every meal today.
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