A Singaporean In Australia

It seems like rainbows have little enemies. Have you met anyone who hates rainbows? It must be even more wonderful in the olden days where rainbows were not yet explained by science. How beautiful, mystical or even romantic a sighting of a rainbow would be. Men could use a rainbow sighting as opportunities to propose to the girl they love, declaring the presence of a beautiful untainted rainbow as true as his heart. Religious people would had use the rainbow to explain their cock and bull stories. Life must be good then, until the science assholes came around to burst the bubble. Until then, people should had their fun trying to find the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.

Science tells us that the rainbow will disappear once we enter it. We can only see it from the outside. From a philosophical point of view, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow will never be attainable even if it exists. All of us would have been sold dreams when we were young. Study hard, work hard, you will be successful. I don't know which teacher, adult or parent had ever told you otherwise when you were young. Did they really believe what they were saying or did they not realise they were not telling the truth? If the pot of gold symbolize the paper and monetary chase that our government constantly drum into our minds and the rainbow represents life itself, most of us grow up chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow all our lives and die unfulfilled without understanding that the beautiful rainbow itself is the gold.

Rarely does someone feel worse inside when sighted a magnificent full wide rainbow that spans across thousand of metres in an unblocked horizon. The rainbow I saw this morning was so wide that I couldn't photograph the entire thing without going panoramic. No time for that. I took my snaps and spent the rest of my time enjoying the few limited minutes of the rainbow. Photographers always claim they catch the moments. To me, they always miss them so long as they spend loads of time taking that perfect shot. No cameras can savour the moment like the mind.

If I was the chief architect of the Helix Bridge at the Marina Bay Sands, I would throw the blueprint of that revolting twisting and turning pile of stainless steel that resembles an alien's intestine straight into the bin. I would then build a very cheap, traditional arch bridge made of pre-cast concrete in 1/4 of the building time and get the builders to clad the bridge with screens at 1/4 the cost. When we switch all the synchronized screens up, it would be a sight of a beautiful natural rainbow bridge. I will not win any engineering or architectural award for that. But with that, I tried compensating all Singaporeans the full magnificent rainbows that have deserted them forever in their concrete jungles.