i used to think spontaneity is my next best friend but really, i can be downright fussy and slow when it comes to making any decision at all. and that could either make or break me.
i read that in every breath you take, three nitrogen atoms would have been inhaled by everyone else for the last thousand years. we're all connected, that way.
its like the butterfly's wings effect, the chaos theory or whats-its-name. whatever you do, someone else somewhere someday would be affected one way or another. no man is an island. and that sucks. i jus wanna do my own thing, be undisturbed, be on my own lil' island- isolation. when you say you like me, you dont just like me; you give me a whole lot of responsibility and problems i dont even care to have in the first freaking place.
everyone's affected-by the elections, by the news, by reading about all those women from china, vietnam and thailand coming over to singapore thinkin they'll lead a good life but all dying in one way or another by the hands of OUR local men. its sickening thinking about it and im jus seriously repulsed by OUR singaporean men. whats with all the unfulfilled lust? for godsake, you're nearing seventy. get a grip on yourself.
its damn sad for women from vietnam and cambodia to carry such high hopes over to our lil' sunny island only to discover they were clinging on to broken dreams.
but i also read that, despite all the violence and broken dreams, its still a beautiful world. that, i would like to see.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 6:37 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music