The Beginning

Cheeky Dreamer was born on a sunny island in the middle of the south china sea, bathed by a gentle sea breeze and surrounded with beautiful beaches.... yeah I wish. I was born on an island jam-packed along with a few million inhabitants. I can't remember how many then, but it has since grown to more than 4 million. Anyway, its more than enough. The island was, i mean, is, filled with robots following the authoritative rule of the PAP. There are a few who dare to stand up to them, and often they have led to incredible positive changes just by doing that.

The preservation of Chek Jawa, the removal of primary 4 streaming into EM1 to EM3, and the recent spotlight on banks to help recover the money lost by retirees in the aftermath of Lehmann Bros collapse; these make up the few rare examples of such behaviour.

When I see such cases, I do feel a tinge of hope for human beings. But then, the evidence to the contrary is too overwhelming. People are too stupid for their own good.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. But soon after I was born, I realised that I was different. I spent a lot of time thinking. When my entire family took a nap, I was thinking. When the other kids were chatting on the school bus, I was thinking. When the other boys peed freely at the standing cubicle, I was thinking. It was simply unstoppable. 

And soon, I started to see what others did not.

The end is near...

Seems a tad bit ironic that I'm starting a blog now, when soon I may lose the ability to read it. If all goes well, that is. But I guess it's a sentimental thing. I just feel so lonely these few years. I want to tell someone my story. Even if it is a creature called the world wide web. This remarkable creature, made up of the consciousness of millions of humans. I feel sorry that you will go too. May this blog be my last offering to you...