There's no water in Brunei. Its frustrating and I want to cry. I wish I had the option of making my shit and my family's shit into manure but I just can't face it. This is how people live in rural areas daily, at least they didn't try to poo on a flushing toilet...that won't flush. In that case, I will try to sponsor a child as soon as possible so I can provide running water in their villages. Im still thinking of Dom, everytime I see him on my wallpaper and I think, wow, he is so beautiful, but I'm also thinking there is a huge probability that as beautiful as people come, they probably are so boring to talk with. Maybe its an evolutionary explanation, since people like me don't have looks, God gave me a big mouth and a big brain to make people smitten with me while beautiful people on the other hand, they don't need genius intelligence on prodigal levels, all they need is to bat their eyelashes, flash their beautiful faces and lo! You're smitten. No need to memorize Chaucer there, or understand the whole line of physics how the big bang was formed even the names of chemists, how we map and charter the galaxies. How we delve into history, it seems so easy, so smoothly, they will always find the approval of others and even I myself, because they are beautiful. But how long and how far does beauty last in exchange for that excessive genuity? Is it possible to be a genius and be beautiful at the same time? And sad as it may seem, no. Its just not possible. They maybe able to grace our magazines, our televisions but even then beautiful people don't actually cut it in the bigger screens. They end up in advertisements as models. How often do you know one who could be your engineer? The anthropologist? The zookeeper (like Steve Irwin), the biologist, the physicist? None. Nil. Zip gone. If Einstein was born with good looks he never needed to make the theory of relativity, or his dumb cosmological constant. We dont repeatedly need to offer intellectual debate, answers or pose constant questions of our lives. Living and reliving it repeatedly and asking the same philosophical reprieve that could set us free. In my university, the hot ones are never in the faculties of science, more likely in the arts, and then again never in the heavier arts, why? And its true, nobody is cool in the faculty of arts, just very very weird. You get your normal bunch of japan worshippers speaking japanese like flies buzzing. Then there are the aspiring historian and anthropologists or geographer, each sounding more inanely insane than the next (which i am unfortunately part of as well). You find the hot ones in TESL or DELAL. All doing English, and all either going to be teachers (because its such a hot job to be a hot teacher) they have wonderful easygoing personalities, partly I like to think its because they're not insane or mad like the rest of us. They are I have to admit, very very cool. Those who get honours are never cool, they're okay, maybe average, maybe slightly pretty because of the inanely insane streak, but not good honest to gracious God the type cool where you can grace yourself as a model. Is it my jealousy talking? No, because I think I have always preferred to be like this, and if God gave me a choice whether to be either one of them or one of the inanely insane, I would definitely prefer the inanely insane. I know Im never going to say to my grandchildren, or show them photos of when I was younger that I was beautiful. I would just be showing them photos of graveyards and skulls. A few forests and jungles, some odd people here and there. But that's fine, as hot as Dominic Lau is, I can say 100% for sure, his shit will smell just as bad as mine.
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