Yes today I'm going to talk about cows.
What kind of cows, you might ask.
Those you find wearing ties, with suits and executive wear, going to their high rise office buildings everyday.
When you are 21, with the big degree with honours and brillant CCA record, you thought that it is the last time you wear that stupid heavy bag, listen to superiors, go for canteen food, and take crowded buses.

But fuck, you are in for a shock.

For one, you still have to listen to superiors.
You still have go take that morning bus anyways, filled with sweating young students and shit faced adults like you going to work.
You get on to your desk, and starts to work.
Lunch comes, and you go for lunch. You squeezes with hundreds of other grim faced lack-of-emotions adults like you cause' you've only 2 hours to eat.
You go back work, and goes back home with the big sweaty crowd.
The next day repeats.

Yes, you are now a MOO. A cow. The sky rise buildings are your farms. At the bottom, minor cows, and when you are at the top, you are major cow. The humans stay at home, play golf, have sex with supermodels and drown Chivas like water.

Everyday, the cows are milked in their high rise enclosed farms for what their worth, while being fed meagre amounts of grass. They are milked from 9.00 am to 5.00 pm, everyday, without fail, their souls slowly transforms from a human one to a cow's one. Too reliant on the small pile of grass given to them everyday, not wanting to seek the greener pastures.

What has talented cows become? Cows that can breathe fire and jump through hoops? They are given a little more grass and the milking machine tries to suck more from their tits. The old cows get slaughtered.

Yes, now me and my brother call any executive we see Cows. And we go MOO on them. Yes.

Jokes aside,
is that what you, my fellow students, want to be? A Moo? A cow lead by a leash? Whipped by their owners who does not care 2 hoots about them?

As what Chris Gill would say,
Think about that.