The Essay

World peace?!?

What the bloody hell is that?

I seriously do not know what to write about. Because a) what the hell?! b) I don't believe in it c) there is no c but I figured I needed at least three reasons.

I seriously do not think we'll ever get world peace. EVER. We all are just gonna die by missiles exploding in our faces. Sad, yeah, but geez, world peace is a bit far-fetched now, isn't it? I mean, we never had world peace even from the beginning and well, I don't think we'll ever have it even in the end. It's like wanting something that is not yours to begin with.

Sure, maybe if we psyche our brains enough that, you know, we'll work together and have this massive organisation thing or whatever and work it out. Fat chance. After all, we've been working for world peace since forever and if a couple of essays with new ideas could change all that... - let's just say it won't happen. Besides, who is that idiot who set up this essay anyway?

He's gonna have a hard time. Basically, thousands of essays will be pouring in from all corners in Malaysia and - surprise surprise - they'd probably sound the same. You know how it'll go: oh yes, we're gonna make this huge charity to help the poor war victims or spread the whole peace-loving culture of ours (hello?? We have a gazillion races living in one roof! Chindian? Mindian? We have em') or we'll make a stand up and wake people up with our inspring tear-jerking speeches... There's probably more creative ones but you catch my drift, right? How are they ever going to choose??

That Miss World Pageant thing is supposed to support world peace, ya know. What does the skinny models in skimpy bikinis do to bring world peace except saying it over and over again on the television screen? I'm guessing Miss Earth got something to do with saving our planet or something. Miss Selangor anyone? Don't you ever wonder that it's always Chinese gals that has been picked to compete in Miss World? What about us choc-coloured peeps? Ain't good enough for yah?

Anyway, obviously, I can't write the frickin' essay. I can't try to write something that I don't believe in. It's like being asked to write an essay about the Earth being flat!

This whole world peace thing is a chimera and nothing more.

-- OoO! An English Literature term! Am proud of self.