i like the smell of rainy days

-quick apologies if your mouse's scroll wheel is spoilt-
well. i was thinking. how to make this blog a bit deeper? cause i been talking a bit too much about my life but not my thoughts. so i should


go deeper





like real deep









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yup. that'll do. well. so i been typing this proposal for my ideas for that UOB painting of the year competition which we art peeps have to enter. actually its the second proposal i will be submitting to ms hew, cause the first was total crap. okay not total. just relatively crappier.
here it is anyway, the second proposal

Idea 1. Singaporeans are spoilt
I feel that Singaporeans are a spoilt bunch. We take too many things for granted. We occupy ourselves with our busy careers, holidays and shopping sprees.

We fail to notice that in Afghanistan, people struggle with the government’s poor infrastructure. Land mines are a part of everyday life. Terrorism is a real threat there everyday. In Singapore, one terrorist escapes, and already there are people quick to lay the blame on the government.
In Africa, many Africans face the threat of death and violence everyday due to ethnical conflicts there. The plight of some Africans here was mentioned in feature articles in The Straits Times’ March 8th issue, prompting me to ponder this topic.
Many Africans dream of life in a place like Singapore, yet for the few who do make it here, they end up working in labour-intensive jobs. In Singapore, I observe that many youth do not realize how privileged we are to even have a decent education and living.

There are numerous other issues others face that Singaporeans don’t. However I feel the most glaring issue we overlook is the freedom we have. In the short space of forty or so years, many Singaporeans seem to have forgotten the terrors of our nation’s past: the Japanese occupation and our colonial history.

We are lucky to be where we are now, and I want to highlight the things that we take for granted (eg. Freedom, shopping sprees, safety, stable government, we are always ‘cutting queues’ ) .

Idea 2. Family Ties
Through first hand observation I have noticed how family ties that were once strong, have thinned with the passing of time. People become more and more attached to their careers and friends, and family time becomes just a weekly obligation, a once-in-a-week thing.

I thought of the imagery of a rubber duck and bathtub.
When we were young, we played in our bathtubs, the rubber duck being our companion. As we grow older, we relax our tired muscles and minds in the bathtub after a hard day’s work. Rather than going to the bathtub to indulge in fun and happiness, we turn to it only when we are down and tired.

And slowly, the rubber duck drifts away from our lives, forgotten and neglected, something we no longer want to associate ourselves with.

In this analogy, the bathtub and rubber duck symbolize our families and childhood past respectively. Like the bathtub, our families are always there for us, yet now, we turn to it for different reasons as in the past. Like the rubber duck, innocent childish fun is something we no longer wish to associate ourselves with.


Even though we may not wish for such things to happen to our family relationships, they are inevitable due to the demands of our materialistic ever-changing fast-paced world.

beautiful. it's in deep red. deep
anyway. no coping of ideas people. and no copying either. i will sue
the initial idea was on environmental issues. sort of inspired by sian ru who is obsessed with trees and wave forms. i was thinking of trees and here's an excerpt from my pensieve
how nice it would be to have trees in heaven?
yah. we been cutting down so many trees, what wrong have they done? i can portray tree stumps at the bottom of the painting and the trees in the sky, in heaven, on top.
how cute. then again. it's slightly retarded and to be honest, this issue is, among my three ideas, the most cliche , i would say .
and speaking of heaven
last night i was watching this movie called what dreams may come . i think it's quite old, maybe 1990s, it stars robin williams. i quite like his acting. he's not good looking, but i find that he has a very genuine face, a very genuine smile. i like his movies, i have watched patch adams and mrs doubtfire and planning to watch jakob the liar soon
anyway. i found this movie at a clearance sale and it sounded interesting. well, it is about this guy who is a doctor. his wife's a painter. they both like paintings and appreciate paintings. then one fine day both their kids die. then you go to four years later and chris (r. williams) dies in a car accident. naturally annie his wife is distraught. chris finds himself in some dreamy landscape and discovers he is inside the beautiful landscapes that his wife painted. like when he moves around the paint squishes around too, how cool.
apparently, this 'heaven', was created by him. i think when you die, your mind sort of creates your own heaven that you can visually physically see. but the fact is, heaven's not about paintings of flowers and rivers and beautiful scenery and sky. no matter what heaven you create for yourself, it's really all about living in things that make you happy, living with the knowledge that you exist, emphasis being on 'you' and 'exist'. okay.
you exist. what's this 'you' in 'you exist'? is it your heart? no it's just a body part! your brain then? no its just a body part too! ah. 'you'. it is just 'you'. like. your soul.
so heaven's all about being happy knowing that you do exist, that you have life.
and back to the story, his wife commits suicide! and bad news, suicides don't go to heaven. well, in heaven, this chris guy has already found his two kids, but duh, he is not happy. he wants to go find his wife who happens to be . in. hell. yay!
and hell's not all fire and flames and all that physical torture and pain. its more mental torture. hell is all about losing your mind, losing control of your life. so you see lots of lost souls crying and wailing in despair there, and when he pays his visit to hell, chris is filled with these visions of his past mistakes, quarrels with his kids, his wife.
he is forewarned by some wise soul that even if he finds his wife in hell, nothing he does can make her recognise him. so well, he does find here. but she is so disshevelled, so crazed, so lost. miserable existance
they converse in this wreck of a house that's a replica of their actual house on earth. she cant recognise him and he's really hurt seeing her suffering without being able to comfort her, as a husband.
well but then anyway he comes out after a while. sad and all. but he does not give up, although this wise old guy is persuading him to just go back to heaven to happiness and to his kids.
he just stays in that house talking to his lost wife. well at this point i was quite sleepy and blur but anyway the point is he didnt give up so , cue happy ending, he succeeds in bringing them both back to heaven. yahuh, they happy they hug they reunite with their kids.
themes the movie touched on are life and death, and love, and maybe a bit of faith.
"the thought is real. only the physical (stuff) is fake. ironic huh?"
hm. quite chim. but i got the point although i dont think i explain it quite well here.
hais. anyway
it's quite an interesting movie. just ignore some of the cheesy visuals because i think 1990s' special effects were quite sucky haha. and you'll enjoy the message the movie is sending.
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