Monday, November 28, 2005
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have been trying unsuccessfully to change my pin number for three days now, and while i'm doing that, my library book fine keeps mounting, great
seems that our lives are reduced to mere numbers these days - in fact, it starts on the day we're born, when we're given our unique identitiy card number
this number identifies you in scary enemy-of-the-state style, at the various government agencies, schools, custom checkpoints, anywhere in singapore really, your entire existence, can be summarized in a combination of seven numbers and a letter,
not only that, when you're on the road, you're defined by another string of numbers, some form funny acronyms, most totally meaningless, your movemement is restricted by double digits enclosed within a red circle - ignoring those digits mean you'll be faced with even more numbers and then you'll part with even more,
during exams, i'm 026989J10, at the doctor's i'm sometimes 25, sometimes 10, on a lucky day, i'll get a single digit,
a single digit means you don't have to wait behind a long line of ah peks with wheezing coughs or mat skivers from rentokil, while double digits indicate that you should probably have brought along that shaver from the bathroom, or at the very least, your own magazine that doesn't date back to the 70s,
speaking of the 70s, that's the decade when the first modern cinemas were introduced to us, but 30 years on, in spite of technology and all the creature comforts we get in our dth and thx sound-proofed entertainment indulgence, we're sometimes puzzled by the alphabet and number combo on the piece of paper that directs us to our seats - we wonder why we dread seats A1 and A2 that guarantee a trip to the chiropractor since those very same numbers are the same grades we long for during our o' levels,
the list probably goes on and on,
but it ends when we are dead and buried, and our loved ones, if any, remember us by the grave's lot number,
i guess we would've come full circle then ¶ 10:18 pm
have been trying unsuccessfully to change my pin number for three days now, and while i'm doing that, my library book fine keeps mounting, great
seems that our lives are reduced to mere numbers these days - in fact, it starts on the day we're born, when we're given our unique identitiy card number
this number identifies you in scary enemy-of-the-state style, at the various government agencies, schools, custom checkpoints, anywhere in singapore really, your entire existence, can be summarized in a combination of seven numbers and a letter,
not only that, when you're on the road, you're defined by another string of numbers, some form funny acronyms, most totally meaningless, your movemement is restricted by double digits enclosed within a red circle - ignoring those digits mean you'll be faced with even more numbers and then you'll part with even more,
during exams, i'm 026989J10, at the doctor's i'm sometimes 25, sometimes 10, on a lucky day, i'll get a single digit,
a single digit means you don't have to wait behind a long line of ah peks with wheezing coughs or mat skivers from rentokil, while double digits indicate that you should probably have brought along that shaver from the bathroom, or at the very least, your own magazine that doesn't date back to the 70s,
speaking of the 70s, that's the decade when the first modern cinemas were introduced to us, but 30 years on, in spite of technology and all the creature comforts we get in our dth and thx sound-proofed entertainment indulgence, we're sometimes puzzled by the alphabet and number combo on the piece of paper that directs us to our seats - we wonder why we dread seats A1 and A2 that guarantee a trip to the chiropractor since those very same numbers are the same grades we long for during our o' levels,
the list probably goes on and on,
but it ends when we are dead and buried, and our loved ones, if any, remember us by the grave's lot number,
i guess we would've come full circle then ¶ 10:18 pm
