Ha! The local daily actually picked up my blog on the censorship of Madonna's video. My very first clipping!

Who said that media monitoring doesnt yield surprises? Sure didn't see that coming...my 15 seconds of fame.

So yes, Big Brother IS watching indeed. Oooo...

It only takes a minute…
To fall in love
To change your mind
To leave old memories behind

For the heart to yearn
To see that smile again
For the mind to wander
Can I do this again?

It takes courage to scale a wall
Time to see what lies beyond
To even want to take a chance
Do I want to stand by or do I jump?

Would you even look?
Would you even know?
Or would you just stand by
Shrouded in dark shadows?

Courage, my love for nothing’s set in stone
For all you know, you are not alone
Chances are meant o be taken again
For you never know what you may eventually gain

Living in Singapore can sometimes be a stifling affair.

The government is constantly trying to tell everyone that they are pro-arts, pro-creativity, pro-this, pro-that the only thing they are a pro at is probably givng the people some false hope...or prozac... It could seem like a cruel joke but sometimes, I feel that Singaporeans are living in a real-life Matrix, heck, they probably based the movie on us! But I digress...

Anyhoo, the latest victim of the gahmen's ban-happy policies is of course, Madonna's Confessions Tour Video. How can banning this seemingly controversial DVD possibly help Singaporeans? The one thing the ban will help is of course, drive sales for the video. All that talk about how Singaporeans should be more net savvy? Well, we are and we have been so for many years.

I'm just disapopinted that the government had to force us to use other channels to obtain the stuff that we want. I don't see their point though, like most of the online community, I've also seen the Live to Tell video and while I agree that it is controversial, the performance was very affecting. It spoke to the teenagers and appealed to more than just Madonna fans. The song identified with teenagers who felt isolated and lost and showed viewers the plight of the children in Africa who are suffering from AIDS.

And while the ban only warranted a story in a local rag, the gay community as well as a few of my friends are up in arms with angry cries of What the hell is the government thinking?! Another BAN?! A friend pointed me in the direction of an article in Fridae.com where 34 readers have since posted their comments. Snide comments? Warranted? Of course. The local censors seem to be teasing Singaporeans with their weird sensibilities.

My question is this: Are we truly protecting religious sensibilities or just stifling our people on the pretext of religious sensibilities? Remember The DaVinci Code? Practically everyone had a comment and China went on to ban it. So, why did Singapore pass it uncut and yet choose to ban the Madonna DVD? The public is right in saying that we practice double standards for censorhip as we could cite the same arguments that were used to release The DaVinci Code to defend the release of the Madonna video. This is just entertainment and the public should be able to decide for themselves.

Yes, Madonna used religious symbols and yes, it is a publicity stunt - but it was effective as it gained her the attention and made people sit up to the cause. Why doesn't anyone ask how much money she raised instead? With all the access to overwhelming amounts of information at the click of a mouse, entertainers, businesses and even citizens themselves have to think of more creative ways to stand out from the crowd. So why should anyone be surprised? Media watchers should be aware of her antics by now, gosh, Madonna's been in the business since the 80s! To gasp and point over her antics like feeble old ladies is unbecoming of a country who declares their intentions of becoming a regional media hub. More like media snob! I wonder, how many memebrs of the censorship board have seen the video? The biggest irony would be that they are circulating it among themselves and doing it like the rest of us plebians; watching it in secret. Ah gahmen, gahmen...

Don't get your panties in a twist, people. This is but entertainment. Think for a second. If the performace excluded any of these tactics, would we still watch it? How many of us would even remember the song? Would you rather watch a performance that provokes a reaction or would you rather watch some boring home-made TV variety show with lip synching celebs?

At the end of the day, the local agencies only have themselves to blame for their authoritarian image. Releasing a handful of old movies that no one remembers or even some gay-themed Oscar-winning movies cannot redeem them from their stuffy box, especially since they insist on practicing double-standards censorship. Giving the people a teensy bit of choice makes no difference. Just give us choices and let us decide!

Valentine's Day.

An annual non-public holiday festivity that denotes hearts and flowers for the romantic, monetary increment for the mercenary and a mixed bag of shock/horror/amusement for me.

Why?

For many years, I was content to spend Valentine's just like any other day of my existence. By pretending that it was just another day; work, go home or spend it with good friends. If you've been a regular reader of this blog you'd know what I thought about Valentine's already, so I shall not repeat myself. However, things took on a whole new meaning eversince I went to one that was thrown by a close friend last year.

The party was memorable for a few things: It was filled with lots of decadent goodies (only desserts and nothing else!), packed with a bevy of beautiful people and familiar faces ...and it had the one thing that did us all in, champagne. Essentially, there were about 100 people crammed into her tiny, little two bedroom apartment and being packed in like sardines just meant one thing: That we should drink ourselves silly and be as wacky as possible. By the way, the personalized champagne flute on the left is what each one of us received at the party...how cool is that?

How this party didn't turn into a massive orgy that had the police coming by to drag us off to jail, mystifies us still.

How a majority of us managed to stumble to work the next day is even more baffling.

Anyways, this was also the very first party that I've been to where I got so blindingly drunk on bubbly that I broke my glasses, couldn't walk straight and well, turned into a frigging merlion. None of which I am very proud of. Meanwhile, my mother laughed her ass off and has never let me forget it. Bugger. It's safe to say that since that fateful day, I've laid off the bubbly.

One can only hope that things will not repeat themselves this year...although, from what I hear on the grapevine, there seems to be a revenge vendetta that will probably come back to bite someone on the ass on that fateful day. Thankfully, this vendetta is not directed at me =o)

A final word of advice: Be kind to your Valentine! And please try not to turn this into a bloody valentine of Tarantino-like proportions for we would still have to work the next day.