umop ǝpısdn ǝɟıl ʎɯ uɹnʇ: Alas, a breather

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Alas, a breather

Monday, June 09, 2008

First, from the filthy streets of Hong Kong, to the freezing dorms of the Camelot Campsite at Changi. And to the deafening classrooms of Chong Boon & Ngee Ann Secondary.

From the melancholy of the airport departure gates, to the stressful gates of Nanyang. Next to the dog eat dog gates of the university applications and across the rocky deserts of Australia.

And that issue.

My mind has definitely been perturbed and ranched through these few months.

Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe. Privacy in today's civilisation was a delusion, a myth. Every citizen was exposed, his deepest secrets laid bare, waiting to be read.

Alas, a breather.