my brother got 4As for 'A' level! so, both brothers did very well for the 'O's and 'A's; now they're the cream of the crop. but it's okay. i'd rather be the strawberries on the cream. (ha. ha.) i shall get As too! they'd better give me As considering the amount of time spent writing one dumb essay.

in writing about women being doubly colonised by a foreign race & patriarchy, some people's views shocked me in a sense that they believed the British to be a welcoming presence here. without them, could we have risen out from kampong life to city life? i don't know. many people(myself included?) view colonialism as simply a show of White supremacy. maybe i'm taking a fatalistic view, but i think we Asians will perpetually regard our Western counterparts as better than us, in more ways than we know. look at our dyed hair, our english half-slang, our disdain for Chinese tradition (for most youth at least). i love Alfian Sa'at's poem on the Merlion and on this banana syndrome of ours - yellow on the outside white on the inside. go check it out if you wanna.

and because of my essay, i read Suchen Christine Lim's Rice Bowl. a refreshing view on this paper chase we students absorb ourselves in. a radical nun, a handsome American priest, impressionable young students - they all try to break free of the confines of society...

and fly. high into the sky.

freedom - forever elusive, but forever sought for.