Like, DUDE! @rte Attack. There was a digital art competition on the theme of "Art and Technology United". And like... TOP 10! Moi!!
They're on exhibit at Melchor Hall 2nd Floor Lobby, UP Dilliman from August 26 to September 2. I may just head on over there to have a look see. Even if I don't get anything its still my work on exhibit. Whee!
One Singapore Minute, a project by Monsieur Brown that uses flickr to chronicle a slice of time in Singapore. An interesting idea. Perhaps I'll do something similar except for the Singapore part.
Why post about this? I came across this shot of the downwards view from a HDB balcony and it struck me how absolutely Singaporean it is personally. It's a simple yet vivid expression of how the Singaporean everyday joe sees life. The majority of people in Singapore live in apartment blocks, living vertically. I only came to see this vertical perspective with the change of my own environment. Over here in the Philippines most people live in houses that at the most will reach four storeys.
Maybe its a strange idea, a national identity based on how high up you live but its real to me. Visiting friend's flats (apartments) on the upper floors and looking down to the concrete expanse below and being somewhat nervous at the thought of falling down. It's a memory that my mind has irrevokably connected with Singapore.
I'm still searching for my place in the world. Philippines is a homeland. I cannot help but identify with the people. From what I see, there is a great potential in the Filipino. There is talent there is boundless optimism and cheerfulness and there is warmth. Then there is also government. The largest factor for the failure of the Philippines in my mind is the administration. There is too much crap in it.
But still.. Singapore. It's my adopted homeland. The cynicism, the competition, the modernism, the multiculturalism and most importantly the friendships that were forged in that crucible. I've pretty much assimilated the language and the cultural protocols. It's another kind of home. It's home in the way that you just love that old shirt. You know it's feel, you know how it wears. Despite of, or because of, all its faults you love it. Or maybe the faults are just peripheral things I've grown to embrace. Maybe Singapore is just home because that is where my heart is (cue crappy National Day song please).
Jurong East is in the Minister's pants! I mean.. pocket! Also.. wtf-alien is going on with those feelers...
Look! Random output-orama! My first animation exercise! Simple-ish and rather shaky but it's still animation right? Also, Chortus. Ehh.. I played the bass and sister was on the guitar and vocals. It's pretty much the final push into the finals for this trimester. A few more weeks and I get a break. Hurrah.
EDIT: Wah lew... found satay pic in the photostream. Now damn hungry for Singapore food at 3 am. Anyone can send me Roti Prata?