An excerpt from the booktangerine by Colin Cheong, Singapore literature prize winner:
"People have dreams. And in singapore, it's hard to make dreams like that happen on your own. So you want somebody who shares those dreams with you and who can help take you there."
"But why dream just about nice cars and big houses?" Denise asked. "I mean, it isn't all that hard in canada, but it's no big deal.
"I dunno," said Nick. "maybe it's because in Singapore, there's little else to dream about. we've had a government for the last 20-odd years has just harped on one thing - economic progress - and really, everything else we do just feeds this one thing. so we're awfully focused as a country, but it means we have just one dream. Getting richer. It's the only thing that's clearly allowed. The signal's out and clear. Don't mess in politics, unless the ruling party invites you to join them, if you want to be an artist, go ahead, but don't upset anybody, especially the ruling party. If you want to dream about heaven, go ahead, just don't try getting everyone else to believe in your heaven. And yes, if you haven't accumulated enough wealth and the shit hits the fan for you in anything, you're on your own because you had a fair shot at it, like anyone else. In warped sense, it's really a very free country, but you're expected to play only one game. It's really a kind of totalitarian capitalism. One game. Everybody gets a shot at it. There are strict rules to ensure that everybody plays fair. It's the best game there is, everyone plays it and if you don't want to then you have to accept that some player you fancy is going to find it hard to team up with you.'
i totally agree with this. Singapore does not allow us to have dreams. This place is all about earthly needs and money, money, money. and money.
so here's a trailer, Singapore dreaming. i think you can get it at gramaphone, or watch it ad old school sinema (sinema.sg)
watch it and ask yourself, are you really happy with your goal of being rich or do you want more... in life.
! let it all go;
ABOUT ME.{
alittlestory
Now what I am going to do is type a short little paragraph of words to sum up my thirteen
years of life since 17|11|1995 I am not very fond of letting you know things that aren't really. Like telling you my favourite
drink. And little tits and tats of my lifethat really, you don't need to know unless you are some kind of long lost relative that just came
back from a 200-year hiatus in Timbaktu. Therefore here goes the little summary. Did I mention that I suck at summary writing? This blob
of words here is longer than the summary itself. Let me tell a little story before something else happens.
There was a hero called Marqie, a formal female/male convict of ATS*, but
was transferred to sota*, school of the arts Singapore, cell number R5'07, G5'07 due to
unexpected talent in visual arts. So here's how Marqie landed in prison. Marqie was captured by the Japanese kempetei for being the heroic leader of a anti-Japanese rebellion party with beer, sausagecocktails and chicken wings, and was kept as a POW since then. Though many attempts were made to escape, Marqie failed time and time again due to unforseen circumstances. Marqie, over the years has grown wrinkly and smelly. Now Marqie is accustomed to the current jail life and calls it 'heaven'. Marqie has thus given up his dreams after being closed in a cell with 2cm of light shining in during daytime and being as free as a bird in a cage. Somehow Marqie gets acess to the internet
or so they call this amazing thing that connects you to the world. Posts that depict how one go about their daily normal life and every
single detail that i don't really want to know aggravates my killing instincts and brings bloodshed and tears to all. Marqie is reachable
through his very secret WW2 dog tag which is universal.gao-sai@hotmail.com Marqie is telling you his very secret code only because he
trusts you.
And now for my profile which, after 102 drafts, summed up to be only one sentence: My name is Marqie.
.someone to be reading this
..Marqie to be saved from the evil place called S-I-N-G-A-P-O-R-E
...the world to take a turn for the better
....to be under the theatre faculty
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Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying,
'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man
knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen
philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape,
would open his lips when he put it into his mouth;
meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and
lips to open. You do love this maid?
