After an infinite hiatus (or some 22 million seconds), I’m back with a long overdue post. Where have I been the past 6240 hours?
As freak floods that tend to occur once every 50 years hit Singapore this year at a rapid rate making us older than the 45 years we are supposed to be, it is ironic timing to see PUB Chairman Tan Gee Paw given the National Day award of the Distinguished Service Order.
Singapore with a population of approx. 5million (throwing in all the foreigners & all) has never exactly been a lucrative market for most foreign entities in comparison to the rest of the World. The telecommunications market, media, and subsequently pay television market have longed remained in the hands of government owned entities, despite the opening up of these markets in recent years.
When you reach a certain age (like 17), Disneyland suddenly doesn’t hold the enthrallment as it once did when you were say maybe, 7. Instead, when you work to buy your air ticket to the country where they exalt liberty, suddenly the foremost attraction became Universal Studios. Watching cowboys slug it out behind false walls, meandering jet skis in Water World …
Is one born to slog their entire life?
It seems one of my favourite comics of all time will not be coming to the screens as scheduled for next year after the estimated budget was rejected by Universal Pictures, deeming it too expensive to facilitate.
Its been nearly a year since I last posted a movie review on my blog, and I felt inclined to post another review of another blockbuster.
It is astonishing what dissimiliarity a year makes, a disparate two with opposing opinions to the same song. A year on, and you ponder if you have identified your parallel with similar taste and sentiments in music, as similar to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
Time, I’ve been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly
Wishing there could be someone
Waiting home for me
Something’s telling me it might be you
It’s telling me it might be you
All of my life
Looking back as lovers go walking past
All of my life
Wondering how …
Look at how the almighty have fallen … Boy George selling £10 T-shirts at an East End market stall in London. Boy George, real name George O’Dowd was part of the 1980s hit group Culture Club.
On offer were £10 T-shirts, vests and hooded tops — all emblazoned with his B-Rude …
Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you somethin’ I think you’ll understand
When I say that somethin’ I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
Oh, please say to me you’ll let me be your man
And please say to me you’ll let me hold your hand
Now …
Life is so wondrous in such a dispriting sort of way, how you can go from unbridled joy to a disconsolate and joyless mood with a blink of an eye. Analyze the ostensible and external factors, and then you know why you cannot help but feel desolate and hapless that …