Tuesday, July 05, 2005

in recent times, the arts in singapore have rapuidly been degenerating. this is because every idiot on the street thinks he can write a insightful and deep book/play/poem by just sitting down and forcing it along.
personally, as a writer(or as many would agree, wronger) i feel that when writing, you should just follow your metaphorical heart, (or perhaps pacemaker)
but will anyone listen? oh, no. i mean, dont get me wrong here, if you just look at the ACS (I) writers mob, you would see that they agree. no one writes meaningful just because they want to win a friggin award (okay, some might, but that's just in desperate situations)
however, if you look at the writing people in certain schools, especially the writers who get there work accepted by the bosses, you see this recurring trend of deepness. its damn shallow if you ask me.
how the hell does anyone in sngapore know about the strive of war or gun violence. how many people do you know who actually tried to jump of a building or slit their wrists?( ive heard of people winning the commonwealth essay writing thing for writing how they come from broken and starving families while their actually millionaires in families closer than the families in old tv sitcoms. sorry, i cant think of a proper methpor. or spel prperly for the mmater.)
no one right?
and yet people still go around writing this stuff like they've experienced. its pathetic.
butmaybe i shouldnt be the one to judge. only thing i know is that my life ait a joke but i still write funny stuff like GG and in the Bob the Pirate circles cause i know that their people who have real screwed up lives and im not going to try and compete with them.
maybe i wrong. maybe the poeple with the good life are the only people with the time to write about the bad life.
maybe im just writing this cause im stoned on coke( coca-cola lah brother. kNOw Drugs)
anyway... damn i forgot what i was going to say. nevermind you probably get the gist.
hahahahaha