National Day

On 9th August 2004 Singapore celebrated its 39th birthday. I toasted the moment in characteristic style from the perch of my favourite drink haunt, NUSS suntec, and as expected, this was the only barely presentable shot I could salvage from a dozen fuzzy sparkles.

Ever searching, albeit self-consciously, for the multitudinal symbolisms of life's moments, I think the above sums up my general place in the nation's fabric. This cloth definately ain't red. Like a dazzling, half-blurred burst of white I find myself filling the sky, unintentionally propelled into the present from the embers of my parents, my forefathers, who have painstakingly scaled, then eventually consumed, the distant, dark treetops of history. And in a moment I will be gone. What would change on the 40th, the 100th birthday?