white space, white noise

Threaded
Photoshop 7
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Person to person wired up.
The connections we make hang by threads.
Speech by bytes.
Tension but no feeling.
Do they carry any life?
Are we getting any closer?
It is easy to doubt, but what does it take to trust?

Untitled, In Progress
Photoshop 7

I'll finish the above and write something for it when I have the time, it's an image that's been lingering in my mind for a while and I intend to bring it to fruition.
Here's a quick rundown of what's happened in the past week.

Halo Graphic Novel - inspiring.
C.S. Lewis Essay Collection on faith, Christianity and the church - intriguing and thought provoking.
Raven 2 meetup - dinner, drinks and lots of laughs.
Army Half Marathon - ran a third of 6 kilometres under pouring rain.
Unit external inspection - showtime for those that give a damn.
Thoughts to images - a few but too little time.
More - next time.

Lapse

How much does your world change in two hours?

They're Building Hate Today
Photoshop 7
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Drew some direct reference from Manet's Execution of Maximilian, but as to what the work means, I'll leave it up to interpretation.

Actually I didn't catch the Parade at all last night, I was out at NTU (of all places, but read on anyway) with some old AEP friends, namely Ivy, Nick, Guanghui, and initially Will too but that chap had to book in, as well as Shihui and Peiling for, well, dinner. It sure was an interesting setting - on the grass lawns on top of the wavy-curvy ADM building overlooking most of the campus - and I'd be lying if I said I'd rather have been at home because I truly had a good time. It wasn't so much the place or food, but the company, I never would've guessed we'd (okay excluding me, and Guang since he'd left earlier) end up in the dorm room singing songs of praise along to Nick's guitar strumming. Indeed it wasn't the things that we did, but the ease at which they were done, and I am content with these smaller things.

Another year, and nothing's changed. Same over-earnest, over-the-top attempts at celebration, and I'd bet half of the nation has not a clue of what they're celebrating. Is our history and struggle for independence that boring or shameful? I think not, what then warrants for such elaborate, empty and pretentious displays of sights and sounds on this day which exists simply to remind ourselves of and indulge in the success that's been wrought by our assumedly wise forefathers? If I truly loved this land beyond words and the need to coverup dissenting opinion, I'd be happy to celebrate any day; be ready to stand up for her in any way. But I don't, because she's robbed me of my dignity; birthed to control, there is no pride in our labels of citizenship when all of life's concerned with greater self-sustainability and betterment of a society that I'm told to care for. What does it mean to you to be Singaporean, they ask. What's the point of talking about idiosyncracies, local cuisine, culture-building and people-development when the abstract and reality fall horribly off-tangent?

We, the citizens of Singapore,
pledge ourselves as one united people,
regardless of race, language or religion,
to build a democratic society
based on justice and equality
so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and
progress for our nation.

What a bunch of bollocks.

Protection
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Who decides what we read, hear, and see? Who decides what we can or cannot do and say?
Who are we answerable to?
Who are you answerable to?