I had been reading a lot about Singapore back in Milan.
From all that reading, Singapore looked like a place whose economical success was grounded on a pervasive and finely designed public campaign fostering people's fear not to 'fit in' and chronic 'appetitive behaviour': their urgency to 'looking forward to something', for the mere sake of craving something and drifting their thought from their fears. Fears and cravings seem to feed each other.
I observed that such an urgency is commonly routed towards shopping and eating: people spasmodic addiction to expectations towards the next movie, the next hit in fashion, the next posh restaurant is blatantly encouraged via a wide range of discounts, promotions, gifts, 'exclusive' memberships.
Once in Singapore, I found exactly what I was expecting, Changi Airport being Singapore's best metonymy: an endless theory of malls.
People here seem to restlessly struggle to fill the feeling of always lacking something: crowds of wandering people condemned to always desire without ever feeling happy.
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Attiliuzzo!!! bravissimo! ottima la scelta del nero in background (per il risparmio energetico e per non affaticare la vista). Fatti odiare da questi singaporegni: spendaccioni! un abbraccio.
-paolo
Fiuuuh...grazie Paolo. La tua approvazione sul design mi conforta!
Attiluzzo!! I remember that in your childhood, you have been subtly instilled the moral imperative that one has to learn foreign languages lest he be cursed with the doom of not being understood by mankind. You ended up able to speak quite a few... my respectful greetings.
Salvo
PS: ma a pasta muddica e masculini a fanu macari ddocu?
Hi Salvuzzo, waw! In my childhood I must have been a real pain in the knee! I hope I've learned not to be that patronizing with people.
(Sorry Sicilian follows)
Savvuzzo cca 'ncuntrai unu ri Gangi, ca si chiama Linu e fa u cuocu: ahu chistu avi rristoranti unni fanu pasta 'ncasciata, saddi a beccaficu, sparacanaci a gghiotta. Quannu mi veni a ttruvari cci iemu. Salutàmu.
hullo attilio! welcome to singapore :)
-huiwen (one of the girls at the pasar malam outing marina brought u to)
Hi Huiwen,
thanks so much. I really enjoyed talking to you guys at the pasar malam outing. Hope we are gonna have a new outing soon!
Bye!
Hi. It was nice meeting you at the Island creamery today.. :)
Hi ntt, very nice meeting you too. Looking forward to the next ice-cream outing...NewZealand Naturals maybe?
Hmmm...this entry is very provoking. I'd like to meet u and dissect this analysis of yours about $ingapore
Sure Anonymous, I'm always up for a stimulating chat!
Non sono assolutamente daccordo con Paolo Emilio Serra, riguardo alla scelta del nero come background.
Ma che ti stai "insingaporendo"?
Ricordati che sei siciliano e che porti con te il sole e tutti i bei colori della Sicilia.
Cambia immediatamente lo sfondo!!!!
Chi non ti conosce ed entra nel tuo blog, dai l'impressione di essere un tipo serioso......
Tuo cugino.
Angelo, io lo so perchè non sei d'accordo con Paolo. Lui è apollineo. Tu sei dionisiaco. Il nero è dovuto alla mia inesperienza come blogger; è uno sfondo standard. See you soon in the very colourful Sicily!
then, i shall be a dionisiaco...ok, however i hope that you change immediately your desktop's colour...see you tomorrow.
$ingapore's psyche goes a lot deeper than ur initial thoughts. Gimme your email and we can discuss.
Here we go, Anonymous: rapisardaattilio@gmail.com
Attiliuzzo! come va? hai trovato del buon gelato con cui rimpiazzare il leggendario cono "Attilio"? sono passato in collegio ieri, le poche persone che c'erano sentono la tua mancanza! anche il gelataio di piazza della vittoria sente la tua mancanza, grazie a te si è comprato il palazzo dove abita! :) a presto.
-paolo
un saluto da Salvo Caracappa, Ilaria Schito e Simona Villanova dal Valla.
Buena vida Kumpà!!!
Ehila' Salvo, Ilaria, Simona.
Please hug a few bricks for me!
Singapore has an ultra pro-market, pro-capitalist homogeneous dominant culture and a level of control that will put the Gestapo to shame. People with soul live in the cracks, and dance in the shadows.
hi, new to the site, thanks.
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