many people ask why, i give my reasons.
sometimes i wonder why myself- i ask myself a thousand times about things and i always end up giving myself the same answers, drawing myself circles in the sand.
it's been a week at work, and its getting to me. somehow on the morning bus ride, when you see the crowds come go, ebb and flow like tides breaking upon a shore, you wonder to yourself, sitting there on the bus, what it all means, what it is all for.
then when the lights go down, and the office dries itself of the living sould that inhabit it during the day, when you step out into the cold and darkness, you see the same sights- the long sleeved power dressed folk heading to their cars, and loading up buses to, hopefully catch that bus home.
then i ask- what is the point?
singapore's roads are littered with flashy cars and numberplates. singaporeans are a fucking rich bunch.
singapore's shopping centres are loaded to the brim with the stink and filty of capitalist cronies lapping up the designer and the posh in an neverending shopping spree of useless winter jackets, branded shoes, and the fruitless search for that perfect christmas gift.
this is where singaporeans spend their money on. excesses of a lifestyle determined by the flashes of a CRT/plasma screen, and fleshed out in the likeness of skinny models adorning the pages of a magazine.
then, looking at it all, i wonder...........
is this the life i want?
is this the life i want for my children?
you brought me up, you showed me life and you taught me what it is i know.
at the same time u fucked with 2 years of my life and washed it down the drain.
you bring me up in a system that is flawless, that exemplifies the perfect way of teaching the young, then you kick my ass down to ground zero with ur elitist standards.
to be honest, ive had enough of you. fuck you and your nepotism.
fuck all of you snotty bastards wearing whitewash
goddamn you.
