foreword

There’s a crack in the ceiling right above where I usually sit. It spans the entire ceiling, and hides its ends away from view where the cornices are, doing what they’re supposed to do.

It’s a bit disturbing; it’s right above where I usually sit.

I’m not one for capitalism (at least I won’t be until I get rich), but I’m eerily taken by the subject of Economics.

I write ‘scarcity is the cause of limited resources coupled with unlimited wants and needs’ while in my head I’m screaming ‘Of course resources are scarce!!! What with all the wasting and at least half the products in the world being stuff we DON’T need. Is that so much of a surprise?!’ in some angsty-youth tone but yet I score fairly well anyway.

(I actually wrote the scarcity bit off the top of my head. That’s how much I’m taken by it.)

Currently I’m able to silence the angsty voice in my head with a little diversion – the Super-Singlish lecturers. They’re pretty interesting (for the most part) but the Singlish… ‘How do you calculate Label Costs…’ ; ‘You need to get this to pass your Test Paple’…… As much as it’s killing my own phonetics I love it!

I woke up today deciding to get a tattoo for my 21st.

You bought us each an umbrella and we were flying in the air past the River Thames, and that was when I realized maybe there’s a reason why fairytale people don’t eat pineapple tarts nor fried food before somewhat romantic endeavours like this;

My hands were slipping off the handle and I really didn’t want to ruin the mood by falling.

Alcohol has my dying devotion.

Passive smoke is my sacrifice for my friends, and part of work.

Food is an addiction.

History I long to be present;

Present I long to pass.

Constipation is my unwanted companion.

Those I can discuss it with are all I need.

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle your picture
Lying in the reeds
- All I need, Radiohead