My Breathing Space

Guess what, year 2008 was already history. History… hmmm… history is always used as a tool to reflect your past deed. If you have not known, Jan 2009 will be soon over. The date today is just nice 25min past midnight. I sit alone in front of my… its mine compact laptop, thinking about what I had done for the past few days.
Chinese Lunar New Year was just a short 3 weeks behind New Year Day and today is already the fourth day of CNY.During the long weekends, I have been thinking about my little breathing space and the already tighten belt on my waist.
Five days ago was a day which every Chinese, around the globe started to celebrate the arrival of a new year. Local media telecasted images from all over the world trying to create a festive environment. Sadly, that doesn’t stop the locals living in Jurong from not breaking their silent. In fact, most people are not really celebrating. People are talking about recession and jobs. A society that has been structured to attract more population has put the local in a triple or more times a double whammy sorry situation in this current economic turmoil. Years ahead appears to be gloomy but life has to go on.
Living in a little corner of Jurong when one can already feel a great change in the living environment as compared to the early 90s and this is the result of competition. Competition or shall I say globalisation has also created new rounds of changes in the moral values of the Asians too. As a bystander, my breathing space has become too small to combat bad influence. The threat of experiencing a waist squashing session has no doubt making one to be forced to accept that life is always about the survival of the fittest.
Has the people of my country though in reviewing history and therefore make changes to the county that I call home a better place to live in?


A little voice that makes insignificant noise.