Not much to say today apart from the fact that I can't stand fat kids and I'm feeling a little bit rubbish today. The chap who gave the message in church today was this chap who had given up his job as a lawyer to start a crisis-relief organisation to help the poor and the pictures and stories he shared were truly heart-wrenching. In the short powerpoint presentation he showed the congregation prior to his message, images of smiling kids (some fat) in the West engaging in ordinary activities like running on the beach or eating ice-cream were juxtaposed with images of starving, stick-thin African kids waiting to die. I left the church feeling a sense of immense guilt and helplessness. How can I make a difference? Why do silly things like where to go on a Saturday night and what to imbibe hold such importance in my little life? I sometimes feel that if I think too much, my head might explode. I wish I could leave and immerse myself in a different culture, somewhere that I didn't spend so much time thinking about myself. Think I need to stop running around in circles around my head....it's driving me nuts.

Choonage: Technicolor Girls - Death Cab For Cutie