Tomorrow is an exam!

i am sitting in vivienne's dorm room, deleting my collection of carpenters' songs off my computer one by one. i'm sorry carpenters, you are just too whiny. One of the songs "This Masquerade" had a very sneaky private-eye sounding intro, so i deleted it too. there is a kind of appeal, in a wispy kind of way, but it is very wispy, and too much wisp makes for smoke, and suffocating sappiness is something i cannot bear, i know it with my great tap root.

thanks guys.

i have just realised i view the world in a very middle-class way. rich people are generally arrogant and poor people are generally pitiable but sometimes smelly. oh claire, you shameless bougeousie.

i must defend my view on the poor though, it is not nearly as shabby! i feel angry when the atas people who monopolize the legitimate use of violence spend lots of money on casiNOes, instead of further investing it in improving the lot of the poor. i acknowledge they are already doing quite a bit in providing welfare of sorts, but maybe the long long polyclinic queues and uncles sleeping in the corners of mrt stations are indicative that this is not enough? i dont know. im not one to judge, but at the same time i feel like things are amiss in paradi- Singapore, and i would like to point these obvious discrepancies out. point. point.

but where do the poor fit in? we havent yet found a place for them, nor the disabled, nor the slightly weird. not even in churches, really. most of us pretend not to notice, or we are polite. neither solve any problem. but how do we solve it? how do we make a place for someone who has no home to go back to after service? or the person who pats her hair down and says "so hamsom, so hamsom!" to herself at the mrt station? how? this seems like such a loophole to me. we are a society that does not even know how to include all of our members, but that is a normal society. it is normal to have fringes. that normality is why people carried pictures of mao tze tong about and still visit lenin's mummified corpse, and why people occasionally leap out of buildings, to cartwheel to their idea of a better place, or not. depressing isn't it? Oh not at all Gwendolen, I think that whenever one has anything unpleasant to say, one should always be quite candid.