Much has happened lately that forced me to question Poly, and Singapore, and pretty much the whole world. Life turns around and surprises you with a disappointment that washes away the rose tint that you have no other choice but to see things as they are. Somebody shoves you and your tumble down the pavement. Other than the pain and the "WTF!" moment, the first thing you notice when you open your eyes is the grit between two slabs of concrete.
When people disappoint you, it is the greenish-black stuff that is between the gap-toothed ground.
I wonder how long I can take this. I'll probably be able to hold out with the support of God, my loved ones, my friends, people who will not sputter at the thought of a multi-dimensional view.
Am I so difficult to understand? Where is the stain on the lens of the telescope that is sending the observatory, then the entire country, then Google, into a flurry? Tell me where the smudgy extra-terrestrial beings are. Dear me. If everything is relative, there can only be these possibilities...
1) I'm not clear enough.
2) I don't make sense,
3) Because I'm stupid, I don't know what I'm talking about and I can't help starting by statement with a "Because".
4) But what if you're just not listening?
5) What if you can't be bothered?
6) Cuz everyone's falling asleep.
7) It is in our nature to bite the head off anyone who does not seem remotely intelligent or intelligible.
8) Cuz we just like to bite.
9) Because you're stupid.
10) Because you didn't bother to listen.
11) Because you're just not as smart as people who can actually understand it.
12) Because you just don't have so much patience for anyone but yourself. (Ego, ego)
Here I am, talking to myself. Damn I make me some good company.
