My arts council application:

Just like letters a child writes to Santa Claus, just like letters a young man writes to his distanced lover, (unlike letters bored people write to the Straits Times forum page), my application to you, dearest seniors, shall be in the form of a collection of letters. : )

23rd JULY 2008

Day I

Dear Arts Council,
Give me a good coffee, a wireless connection, my laptop or a notepad, and I could blog/doodle all day long. I derive pleasure from these simple acts – so often overlooked, taken for granted. No one truly appreciates the beauty of expression anymore. But I remember the days of past when one treasured the art of cathartic writing. I like this lifestyle. It’s just who I am. I love writing. I love words.

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12:13AM

An emotional post of sorts. : (
Nostalgia, remembrance, and reflections.
When you reminisce the past, you remember your mistakes.
Many say it’s a hopeless action. A grave mistake in itself. I find the past comforting. Comprehending my mistake, dancing with my wrongdoing, going through the very sins of my past, is how I learn. This is how I grow stronger. This is how I mature. Reflection’s not a mistake; it’s a gift. Reflection is necessary. Retrospect, hindsight, reflection. Each and every episode’s lessons bring me closer to completing the jigsaw that is my life. It’s a gift that belongs to me.

24th JULY 2008

Day II

Dear Arts Council,
A little boy once wished to change the World. This little boy went to an arts and craft class every Saturday morning, where he would draw a few bananas, irritate the girls on his left and right, draw another banana, and then discover to his great astonishment that his art teacher had graded his yellow masterpiece a ‘C’. It was then and there that this little boy decided that he would take control of his own destiny, he would fight tooth and nail to ensure that he would dominate the World. That World, as the little boy knew it, was art. That little boy’s name was Pin Li.

He didn’t mind the fact that he had a lot to learn, compared to the rest of his classmates. He didn’t mind the fact that he was the youngest in this class. He didn’t mind the fact that his drawings were all of bananas and the topic ascribed to him that morning was entitled, “Heaven.” Pin Li loved bananas, and he didn’t care what anyone or everyone else thought of his heaven. For it was his heaven, his way of interpretation. He saw what others didn’t. He saw beauty where others saw ugliness. He saw hope when others saw none. He escaped the norm, chose the unique, and he was blissfully happy. Perfectly, blissfully, happy. That’s all that mattered.

25th JULY 2008

Day III

Dear Arts Council,
I have dreams of making it big in the future. I have dreams of climbing onto a pulpit and shouting messages of “Repent! Repent! The Kingdom of God is at hand!” I have dreams of pumping my fist wildly, screaming “Now is the time, for change!” I have dreams of elegantly reciting angst-y teenagers’ messages on an FM radio station. I have high hopes for myself. I dream of the day when I can finally express verbally what I have failed to say when I missed golden opportunities to chat up a really cute girl.

Don’t you see dearest, sweetest, honourable seniors?
I dream of the stage.
I dream of public speaking, day and night.
I want to stop dreaming of it.I want to start living it.

So…(Won’t you give me this post?) (Pretty please…?) :)

30th JULY 2008

Day IV

Dear Arts Council,
Today’s entry will be the last of my series of posts.
I trust that you may have either understood me more through my various expositions on my lifestyle, or you may not fully understand why I long for the relevant position so much. Perhaps, you might not even comprehend the sheer enthusiasm I have to drive on in my application.

But if anything, know this.
“Who knows how long I've loved you, you know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to I will.”- The Beatles, “I Will”

For I’m just a little boy, trying to change the World.

XOXO, Pin Li