Corrinne May - Something About You
There's something in your eyes
something in your smile
something in the way you move me...
End of the first week of my last year at school. My first impressions of year twelve? It sucks. Not because the workload has been blown out of proportion or because there is no longer any room for error but because the people who have always been there to look out for you are now busy looking after their own asses. There is no other time in which sticking togetehr is more important and yet this is the time at which our friends desert us. An inexhaustible number of people have had a bitch about their friends dumping them in the proverbial shithouse. But the one important thing they often forget is that they are also treating people in the same way. It's amazing how three letters can create such a festering feeding ground for hatred and self-absorption. If i ever start being all moody and bitchy (more so than usual), you have the right to slap me across the head and tell me to wake up to reality.
On a lighter note, I've just found further proof that Asians are perhaps the cheapest people in the known universe. It's been right under my nose this whole time too. When visiting a temple, it is customary to bring some fruit or candy or cakes or something to offer to the gods/demigods so that they grant prosperity/health/longevity/fertility/etc. Anyway, after all the incense burning and religious ass kissing is done and over with, people go around and collect their fruit and other stuff and take it home so they can eat it. It seems that not even Bhuddism is more powerful than the almighty Dollar religion.
While i'm on the topic of the temple, i may as well point out the poor living conditoins the monks have to endure. They live in brand new housing with carpet which i'm sure makes them all itch and must certainly smell of factory oil. And unlike the rest of us whoc only have to choose between 5 TV channels, they have huge satellites which provide them with millions of channels. It is a huge sacrifice that they are making in viewing that many crappy shows so the rest of us may be spared the horror and torture. And as if that wasn't enough sacrifice, they also have an enormous statue of some goddess or another which also doubles as a water fountain. What a noble sacrifice it must be for them to use soo much water in order to keep the landscape so lovely. What did we do to deserve all this?
something in your smile
something in the way you move me...
End of the first week of my last year at school. My first impressions of year twelve? It sucks. Not because the workload has been blown out of proportion or because there is no longer any room for error but because the people who have always been there to look out for you are now busy looking after their own asses. There is no other time in which sticking togetehr is more important and yet this is the time at which our friends desert us. An inexhaustible number of people have had a bitch about their friends dumping them in the proverbial shithouse. But the one important thing they often forget is that they are also treating people in the same way. It's amazing how three letters can create such a festering feeding ground for hatred and self-absorption. If i ever start being all moody and bitchy (more so than usual), you have the right to slap me across the head and tell me to wake up to reality.
On a lighter note, I've just found further proof that Asians are perhaps the cheapest people in the known universe. It's been right under my nose this whole time too. When visiting a temple, it is customary to bring some fruit or candy or cakes or something to offer to the gods/demigods so that they grant prosperity/health/longevity/fertility/etc. Anyway, after all the incense burning and religious ass kissing is done and over with, people go around and collect their fruit and other stuff and take it home so they can eat it. It seems that not even Bhuddism is more powerful than the almighty Dollar religion.
While i'm on the topic of the temple, i may as well point out the poor living conditoins the monks have to endure. They live in brand new housing with carpet which i'm sure makes them all itch and must certainly smell of factory oil. And unlike the rest of us whoc only have to choose between 5 TV channels, they have huge satellites which provide them with millions of channels. It is a huge sacrifice that they are making in viewing that many crappy shows so the rest of us may be spared the horror and torture. And as if that wasn't enough sacrifice, they also have an enormous statue of some goddess or another which also doubles as a water fountain. What a noble sacrifice it must be for them to use soo much water in order to keep the landscape so lovely. What did we do to deserve all this?
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