About: 21. Law student. Avid people-watcher and pop culture-consumer. Singapore. Mildly stir crazy. I write about my stupid life. I post things that disturb me, and those that inspire me. Gorgeously, but occasionally, they may and do collide.
Ironies
Sitting in some cafe with Hitchens in my lap while desperately chirpy Christmas carols play in the background
Said sitting in cafe was induced by the neighbours’ raucous chanting party. They kneel facing an exquisitely crafted cupboard and they repeat 7 syllables in a roaring sort of monotone for a few hours. Afterwards they sip tea and talk about how chanting has helped them in their lives. One lady: “I got here late and I thought there would be no more parking spaces. So I chanted a few times. When I pulled in, Buddha really had given me a parking space.”
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