What a tired week. I am pushing myself to another limit and although I have not reached the ideal frontier, I am without any restraints. Sometimes I wonder, who and why am I striving hard for? Nobody can I provide the answer, but I guess is myself and a future that propel me.

Talking about urban/city life and yes..I still have so much qualms about it. You start each day chasing for the bus, squeeze your way through the bustling MRT station, wait for the train to reach the stop, even when you are not squeezing others, others are bound to squeeze you, take a deep breathe and smell a whiff of anxious heart pounding and sour perspiration in the air. Hug tight to whatever assets (bags, laptops etc) you are holding and stand in a tight assigned spot of circumference less than 1.5 m and yet have to endure the inconsiderate people flipping the moulding TODAY papers right at your face. The train jerks and the sharp heels of OLs pierces through your poor toes and at the arrival of a next stop, furious people squeeze their way through the maze of people in an angry yet resigned to fate "excuse me...".

Is not the transportation's fault, then could it be people or even social norms? Rat race indeed. On a very tired and late evening, I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green. An idiot couple who both are impatient fellows was standing behind me. Unable to wait any longer, they forcefully made their way through the crowd and hit my right shoulder without a single apology or bat of an eyelid. Serve them right cos' a car nearly honked them for negligent crossing. If you think that they are rushing for time..no they aren't, cos' they were strolling and hugging each other like some leech in a muddy swamp.

These make me think of life and my purpose as a human being in this universe. Of globalization and urbanization..of society and humanity. So sick of it indeed~

In the midst of this frustration, paying attention to the art scene help me distress. I think my dad is the typical Lao Gu Dong from Channel 8 Happy Family. I told him how my life would be like if I had enrolled in LaSalle, Raffles design institute or even SOTA..and like an irritating housefly he slammed me right at the spot (scold all you want lorh~). If you think I am an odd soul, I am not embarrassed to admit that I am one who enjoy listening to the unique concept of world or new age music. Because of its scarcity, it make records such as Pacific Moon even more precious