Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Freedom
Singapore ranks 144th out of 166 places in its latest assessment of global press freedoms.
No, no. Wait, take heart.
This means that Singapore ranks 22nd out of 166 places on the scale of adept application and expert manipulation of the media to best achieve optimal information dissemination to a challenged population.
Yeah, baby. That's us, always leading the pack. Next year we'll be number one!
*****
You know you're growing old when the day after, the anger has burnt away, and you brush it all off after a moment's pause with : that one ought to be fine. She can handle herself. Why should I care?
Then you know how young you are when you realise - you do.
...And can she really?
Someday I'll outgrow this whole ethical thing. And just hack through the walls of discretion with a well-weighted sledgehammer. That ought to be fun.
*****
There are days when I want to fall through the sky into eternity.
Freedom.
I miss.
*****
Just for an instant I remembered how to strike.
Time slowed. My flailing fumbling in the dark fell away. I was dangerous.
And now I remember who I am.
Or at least, I remember now, for an instant, before everything around me slowly and methodically erases it away.
I think I understood, Grace Chow.
No, no. Wait, take heart.
This means that Singapore ranks 22nd out of 166 places on the scale of adept application and expert manipulation of the media to best achieve optimal information dissemination to a challenged population.
Yeah, baby. That's us, always leading the pack. Next year we'll be number one!
*****
You know you're growing old when the day after, the anger has burnt away, and you brush it all off after a moment's pause with : that one ought to be fine. She can handle herself. Why should I care?
Then you know how young you are when you realise - you do.
...And can she really?
Someday I'll outgrow this whole ethical thing. And just hack through the walls of discretion with a well-weighted sledgehammer. That ought to be fun.
*****
There are days when I want to fall through the sky into eternity.
Freedom.
I miss.
*****
Just for an instant I remembered how to strike.
Time slowed. My flailing fumbling in the dark fell away. I was dangerous.
And now I remember who I am.
Or at least, I remember now, for an instant, before everything around me slowly and methodically erases it away.
I think I understood, Grace Chow.
