  Reflections by the beach 9th May 99, about two in the morning Then it's you staked out there naked under the blazing hot sun. Staring out into the ocean with the perspective that 2 am gives you, you realise that it's all not worth much. And it all doesn't matter. So what the fuck. And no. I'm not drunk. Contrary to the popular impression, I do not spend an overwhelming large proportion of my time in a drunken or drugged stupor. This is of course against my better judgement. The little pink fluffy clouds that insulate me from reality grow that little bit thicker when I'm brain dead. But what I really need to say is that life has come the full cycle. On this day last year I was on Sentosa and pretty much had my life dictated by others. This year on the same weekend I find myself here again with exactly the same amount of control. The only thing now is that I've found destructive anti-establishment ways of expressing myself. It doesn't work. If it did, I'm sure I wouldn't need to do this constantly. But well, there it is. Ain't life a bitch?      
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