On one hand of the iceberg somebody calls out loud for the need
of imperfection — on an island without its own natural resources
and depends on diplomatic ties and conservative policies for
survival Singapore has learnt to seek perfection in everything and
everybody from the way we live eat and talk to alot of how-tos such
as why we get married and how we select our hdb apartment flats —
everything in Singapore has been tredded and documented and even
bugs are heck not our real fault it is just the way the world is
“all softwares have bugs” — unknown IT geek.
Turn around the iceberg and you see on the other side still alot
of dilemmas, paradoxes, ironies, unexplanable phenomena or like the
Buddhist Diamond Sutra adaeptly put
“All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles
or shadows; like drops of dew, or flashes of lightning; thusly
should they be contemplated.”
.. What should we do when one day we woke up and realise that
everything is perfectly alright including the toilet that ran out
of paper and smells of urine from my hangover last night? So it is
so it is, why, and it is because there is wisdom in a paperless
toilet (ah this is what happens when we do not prepare enough
toilet rolls in the store) and there is caring concern in a floor
that is flooded with bladdery-discharge (this is how my body is
really like it is just a container for filth). 
Perhaps i should take my dinner since I have
digested more or less the Chinese New Year prawn rolls which my
grandmother stored in her Tupperware for the past month what a
crisp the prawn rolls were!
