I have suddenly be struck by the insatiable urge to write. That's not a good thing >.<

RI boys are hermits, period. I was once one of those. I still am. The difference is that I DON'T want to be one. I want to go out and party and have fun and forget about work or other unpleasant stuff (read - girls). Who's with me?

Don't throw that crap about studies and all at me. You can mug all you want and score top for everything but I will laugh at you and say that you haven't lived yet if you are content to live within those walls that bind you five plus one days a week. Padded walls, with soothing designs to calm frazzled minds. Walls with windows of thick shatterproof glass, so that you can look down on creation in all its glory and revel in your vast knowledge of it but never be able to reach out and grab it. The glass is curved like a thin lens, but the viewer is far from the focal point and receives a distorted image. Walls of the mind, prefabricated and endlessly replicated in crania Singaporewide. The Engineers will not rest until we are comfortable within our heads that we no longer bother to venture outside.

They say that inbreeding will kill off the species. RI = premier institution alright. So insular, so narrow, so dead. The present mates with the dead past to bear the bastard child of the future. Feeding, always feeding on the glories of the past, skulking beneath the cool comforting shadows of ancient monoliths. Fear that these statues will reanimate and "express their disappointment" at us is omnipresent but we eat anyway

When the food outside is gone, we turn inwards and feed upon each other. Gorgegorgegorge, another ego is full for the moment, satiated with the satisfaction of a hollow victory over the a weaker member of the species.

Somebody said that at 11:13 PM

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