In 1992 I am born, in a south-east asian island; Singapore. It was in the Mount Elizabeth hospital. That hospital on a green hill were there is a small garden with orchids and white chairs. At the age of 14, I moved from Singapore to South Africa and completed my schooling there. I went to a school that used to be an old British fort, in the days of colonialism.
For university I went to Bath, in England, just south-west of That eternal town with that Roman river. After three years I left without a degree. I began to wander, and I found something.
I died in the month of september, at the age of 23. In a hotel in a northern province of China, I used a gun to end it.
No. I died at 26. I was killed in a battle, fighting for a cause. Not for freedom nor liberty did I fight and kill and die. It was because of boredom. A firing squad killed me. I saw him die first.
When I was 17 I fell in love for the first time with a German girl, in that November I awoke to life as well. I lived for 9 years. There was only that Love in my life. But it was a good one.
I lost and did many things on the way, but I died content. Knowing that every human being that has ever lived and every human being that shall ever live, did what I did that day. All of them in their own way, but we all did it and shall do it. And that September morning was just one day in all the days that will ever be. And my life was just one, amongst the countless lives that have ever been and shall ever be. I don't know what happened to that German girl.
I think I smiled.
