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?
I think its difficult to accurately describe the vapidness of the Singaporean magazine called Eight Days. Such is its vacuousness that the simple non-existence of matter is not enough, to print out the magazine the theoretical creation of Anti-matter was necessary to allow the editors to publish material of such triviality and non-consequence.
Nevertheless I love it.
Not for the content mind you, I have divested of my feelings and thoughts on it and you should know of my low opinion about it by now. Unless your eyes glazed over while reading that in which case. Eh, why are you reading this blog? My dad came back from a quick business trip to Singapore and brought back that week's issue of Eight Days. It's disquieting how such an inane rag can bring me back to Singapore if only in my mind.
In more exciting Singapore related news, Peepshow won! the Youth Alive Finals. Big mamafuck w00t to Boon and Edmund and the rest of the band. May you guys be as blessed in future musical endeavours and rock out the Esplanade on August 9 baby! National day style!
Wait, its time for Things-You-Did-Not-Need-to-Know-About-Jeiel! When I woke up, I immediately checked the LP blog for news of the Youth Alive Finals and when I saw that Peepshow had won, I celebrated with whoops of joy. I guess most people would find this normal except I was only in my underwear at that time. So Boon, when I was celebrating your victory I want you to know, I was in my tighty-whities. Yeah. Wasn't wearing the Hulk boxers unfortunately.
Blog of the moment: The Retard Patrol. The Friendster community is, unfortunately, a varied one and within this cesspool of retardedness there is a subspecies that is so mind-numbingly stupid that only a few brave men will dare wade into this sewage of humanity and examine it. For science. Well, occasionally the aforementioned men will laugh and poke fun at the Ah-bengs and Ah-lians but this blog is mainly a Scientific Endeavour For The Progressmentiveness Of Knowledge For All Mankind. Okay, so seriously they make fun of stupid friendster profiles. Among other things.
Gah. Freehand drawing is being evil now. Try shading 40%-50% of a 12"X18" sketchpad. And trying to complete it in a few hours. Bleh I say! Oh well, my fault for being a procastinator and not working on it more before today (has to be submitted tomorrow).
Yarrrrh. Today is Sunday and I had a supplementary class at school. Well I was supposed to have a class. Administrative stupidity rocks. It was a digital photography class. Would have been nice to have learned how to make the most out of the digicam but the school administration fucked up. Sweet.
The upshot to the mess up though is that I went to the mall to watch Hitchhikers Guide. Great great great movie. Some changes from the books but eh. I shouldn't have been surprised by the scriptwriters making Trillian fall for Arthur, you always need a love interest in a movie but.. in the books I just found it more interesting when Trillian didn't really express all that much interest in Arthur, even when they were the only two humans in the galaxy left. That part of the book just so stubbornly went against the expectation of the reader that it spiced the book up more.
And besides, the love story that was So Long and Thanks for All the Fish was more romantic. Man I love that song. If I wasn't so self conscious I would have danced out of the theatre to that song.