In a sense, what the title screams is true. We ARE living in our own perfect little world, leading perfect little lives. Well. The sentence won't stand without relativity though. Einstein is a genius. But wth, what has this got to do with anything I'm writing anyway.

I don't know. Just a thought. Which became many many long stringy thoughts. Note I am writing on an empty stomach and a full brain. Everythings kinda jumbled up like rubbish in the rubbish chute.

We're living in Singapore. Where the punk rockers take public transport. Where the opposition just gets jailed and nothing happens for awhile. Where the public thinks charities are goody-goody organizations momentarily gone bad. Singapore is rather perfect by standards. Oh yea, I forgot to add, where the dirtiest classrooms aren't really that filthy, and where something or someone that stands out or is different is condemned and forcefully thrown off the stage.

Pretty nifty don't you think? I mean, the whole concept of Singapore.

I mean, this way everything is in order. No problems. No out of ordinary nonsense hanky panky. Everything tries to be perfect. And when it isn't.

BAM WHAM KAZAM.

Get rid of that idea, that attitude, that behavior straight away.

This way, everything will run smoothy.

Good, fantastic, brilliant. Perfect perfect Singapore with its almost perfect people who learn the hard way its better to be perfect than anything else, leading their standard, safe, never-go-wrong lives.

Hmm...

Just a thought. Just a thought. And a bit more...

And I'm a part of this white washed, clean collection of lives and I don't really mind.

I hang out with friends the way everyone else probably does. We complain about stuff. I'm schizo, talking to myself all the time, interacting with my own brain more than anyone else... I try to fit into the Singaporean mould as much as possible but never quite making it.

And then ironically, blogging comes along and suddenly we see that our perfect little Singapore isn't very perfect anymore.

We're all cowards aren't we, Singaporeans?

Imperfection shown only everywhere else. We can't taint our perfect world. We have to do it on the sly. Away from too many prying eyes. Away from complication.

Then again... ...

Thinking,
carrie

"I don't have patience for the clanging of sword kinda thing." - Me to Eric (old friend from Canada) about Martial Arts Novels.