December 21, 2005

Sometimes when I come to Singapore I feel like I entered a strange world where people create their own realities and live happily therein.

Or perhaps I am too entrenched in my own realities to feel comfortable with a different logic from other people.

I am amongst people who lives in a world constructed from the words of other people rather than mostly from their own experiences in interacting with other people.

I feel like I’m stuck in a movie I am not interested in, but I have to stay until the end.

The pain of being self aware is being in the presence of lack thereof.