i am faceless, graceless, nameless.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Nephrite at 1:12:00 AM
two books written by singaporean authors in three days.
how do i feel?
very, VERY, lost.
everything i have read so far makes me question everything from life, death, to my ethnicity.
were my ancestors coolies and prostitutes?
am i so full of chinese pride, or so intent on "saving face" that i am blind to everything else?
am i afraid of myself or afraid of being hurt?
i wish such things were the least of my worries.
but sad to say its not.
i find my character surprising like that of the main character in "Fistful of Colours", Su Wen.
the only difference is she realises all these things only when she is in her thirties; whilst i've just hit 20.
what does this say?
what am i?
WHO am i?
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