The weather these days is searingly hot in the day & bitterly cold at night. Singapore must be turning into another Sahara, I'm sure.

With inflation going up, I wonder how living in sunny island Singapore will be like in the coming years. I remember back in Primary school, my parents would snidely observe how our generation has gone all soft & easy. We are a molly coddled age of internet and instant gratification - fat with too much food & love.

Yes, we are. But we face a tougher world. A harsher future. Where once what made a good employee was hardwork, punctuality & obedience, now we require creativity, lightning fast adaptibility & constant upgrade.

This makes me wonder how the hell the next generation will cope in such a pressure cooker & hugely expensive society. I guess sooner or later we'll all forget what it means to be human - running this absurd rat race of the 21st century.

pic via ffffound.com

All I want to do is to sit back in some worn out plastic chair, infront of some place old and nostalgic. A place filled with memories & stories & grime & listlessness & wistfulness & age.
Some place without shiny chrome finishings or pompus minimalism or any of that Apple-age crap.
A place filled with vegetation & dampness & decay. Full of wrinkly old people sitting on their personal worn out plastic chairs and glowering at any passerbys.

Youth is wasted on me. I should have just transitioned between adolescence & senior citizen without having to grow into an adult. Being an adult is one tough job. Argh.

... he looked inscrutable, I have said something alien.
Anything he doesn't understand is alien.
Anything that is alien is bad.

You know what? It could be bad.

It could be the worst decision I've made in my whole entire life.
But you know what makes a hero a hero?
It's that he did the stupidest thing, like jumping into a churning river without a life jacket, and lived.
If he died, he'd just be another stupid crazy man who should have stayed ashore.
But he lived. So he's a hero.
Let's see if I survive, ok?

I've never before in my life as an art student slept over in school because of homework.
What??? Never? Sacrilege! An art student should be the most unkempt, zombiefied and sleep-deprived being that roamed the earth.

Well, now I join the ranks of wretched children whose unwashed bodies permeate the air of ADM. That smell of sweat, blood & maybe tinge of soul-sucking despair.

I'm glad it's over. Almost.