I rarely ever indulge in twenty-paragraph posts. My mind is terribly out of focus and i jumble words if i don't give my piece of writing full thought.
It does not possess a highly decorated background, with artsy greyish stripes and swirls
It does not have 5000 links to every website i frequent
I do not rattle on about how wonderful/terrible my day was.
I do not litter the page with sentences structured around a long, profound piece of vocabulary just because i want to sound fucking classy.
i have decided this will be a hate post.
I hate -

Anger, for it is the source of all problems i have with myself
Money, for a single piece of paper can bring people to their knees, and it ends up being the only way we identify a stranger
Culture, when it overpowers nurture, or when it is absent in true form, like our current generation of Singaporeans.
and Individualism-

prepare for onslaught.

The most painful thing about individualism is that it does not exist. i fucking love(loathe) the scenekids with their $xxxx DSLRS and macbooks. With their scarves in our temperate climate. Believing that they're English deep down inside. "Look at me, i'm a fucking individual. i'm an artist. i'm a musician. i'm a writer. i'm a vegetarian. i'm an environmentalist. i don't like radio. i listen to bands you've never heard of. i'm not like the mats and minahs and ah bengs and ah lians who just sit around spoiling for a fight".

Hey, listen up. you are all the same. the critical flaw of individualism in our society lies in television and the internet. human nature dictates our will to better our current selves, and with TV and the web we are exposed to the cooler idea of the Westernised world. the vast majority of these kids have never visited any of the countries for long enough to realise that they face the same problems over there that we do here, just in different contexts.

You are trying to be the tv/the antiTV. and as long as you have access to this information, as long your shirt has a label, and as long as you believe you're an individual and obsess about it, you will never be what you want to be.

That's what makes you the worst breed.
the mats and minahs. they'll have 500 kids at age 25. they'll go to jail. they'll stab and get stabbed. but fuck. they go to sleep tonight, knowing that they have friends JUST LIKE THEM.

Until you pack up and find a hole in the mountains.
Until you smash the television,
Until you realise that hell has an IP address,

Enjoy your lack of sleep kid, you have no friends, no goal, no passion, no love, no family, no culture, no tradition.

No identity.
You are a void. and you belong there.