Photography Day/Fly A Kite Day/World Theatre Day
2006-03-27 @ 5:24 p.m.

It's my second week here and the sheer amount of information I have to absorb is beginning to sink in. Do you know what it feels like to see yourself being pushed down paths you don't want to tread, simply because the system isn't designed to bring you happiness? I'm expected to feel a sense of gratitude to a country that compels approximately half its population to two years of servitude. In exchange, if I'm one of the fortunate number, I'll have an overseas education at the government's expense, said government expecting me to spend the rest of my youth repaying the debt. I often think I'd have been happier growing up someplace else. Now that thought matures steadily to certainty. The question is simple: Will I accept the first significant failure of my life if it comes, or will I resign myself to a life of comfortable/comforting mediocrity? It's all very well to rage against the dying of the light, but I bet Dylan Thomas never saw the coffins we make for ourselves in Singapore. Am I bitter? A little, but better to have realised it now than never, I guess.