Unspoken.

I doubt anyone will ever find out but I long for you to know. It is odd, it is very unnatural, yet I have a strange longing. I dream of hypothetical scenarios that serve well to my emotions. Yet, I am drained in the morning that I wake. Perhaps I'd find some peace if I do forget. Yet, I choose not. I do not want. There is a strange longing that says, hold on to that tiny spark. The world may look upon it as stupidity. Is there any intellect in this? All is fair in love and war.

Epilogue.

The end of things. The last chapter.

Imperfections.

The world is marred by imperfections. The blemish on your skin, the dead leaf on the tree. Yet, in all it's imperfections is a system perfected over time. On a macro scale, the little imperfections make nature relatively perfect. If it were not for mutations to DNA, there would be no variation and there would be no selection of the fittest. Every mechanism works in tandem. Gaudi, the Architect of Sagrada Familia, a basilica that has taken more than a lifetime to complete and well, is still pretty much incomplete, knew this well. The cathedral featured sinewy columns and organic shapes. In all the twists, the flow, the cathedral was an architectural marvel. The weight distribution was done so in a very different way from previous Gothic designs. Gaudi understood nature. It is nature to have imperfect shapes. I have spoken much but made little a point. Well, it is pretty simple. Imperfections, you just have to view them in a different light.

The Maid Trade - Singapore

Before the 8th of February.

I plan to create a painting depicting what I feel about Singapore's political scene and probably a video about youth issues.

Gone. All gone.

One day you are going to wake up to find that everything you hold dear is gone. You lead a life of superficiality; like a plant that has not sunken it's roots deep into the soil. One day the winds will come and uproot you. I feel strangely empty. What I know, what is constructed around me seems so paper thin, so fragile.

Satisfaction.

Are we never satisfied? The consumerist society we live in today is a striking example or want over need. America's consumption has ballooned over the decade, first 60 percent now 70 percent of US GDP comprise of consumer expenditure. Discontented with what we have, we seek for more. Indeed this is an attribute of progress, the search for the greater, however when is enough enough? Living life on excess.

Consumerism aside, have I plateaued? It seems like despite the want to achieve good grades - mind you this is not of those pragmatic-type of achievements whereby education = success, but rather more of a benchmark to say, 'I have come thus far, now push forth.' - I seem to not put in as much work as I ought to. I am regressing.

My thoughts are messed up.