Monday, June 29, 2009
As I trudge wearily on into the second quarter of my uneventful conscript life, the drudgery begins to materialise into shackles of the mind. Ah, how I long to break free from the chains of every Singaporean man's fate in a creative big bang! It is during this period that I ever so desperately cling on to whatever vestiges of intelligence remain. Is it even possible to revive a hollowed-out mind?
I would like to believe that this is not fear - for there is no reason to be fearful of anything. Neither is there any reason not to be fearful of anything - and then the illusion crumbles... into yet another mirage.
Curse you, Singapore. I wish a pox upon you.
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