things will be fine,
as time goes by.
the head’s pounding,
. working with half mind, half body.
Breathing in air,
. without oxygen.
Struggling,
so as to not sink.
Gathering,
.any little Hope we can Find..
walking,
working,
laughing,
. together.
a very simple direction,
. where logic is
. nonsense
there are different ways to throw a pot,
many different functional objects can be made,
all of different styles and shapes,
originated from a source, spreading to every corner of land…
a discovery, an experiment….
yet this is just a small part of the whole picture…
different types of clay,
depending on where you were born,
different colour of glazes,
different way of applying glazes,
different kilns available,
different methods of firing,
all of which connecting to create function, the final outcome.
different in colours,
different ideas of function,
different shape & sizes,
made by different people,
from different culture,
of different age,
and experience.
all differences will in the end be common.
differences are necessary,
differences makes us _____________
_____________________________
______________________________
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“The mystique of wine,
. may, or may not,
.affect the taste
. & enjoyment of wine.”
Are you men of the past?
- a short quote from a friend…
- am i?
- well maybe more in general felt like a product of this internationalisation of this- . city.
. where diFfEreNces lived together, is this almost like
. Peace?
all we need – your kind understanding,
just a little bit will do…
just a little time will do..
.
.see you soon
Oasis – Live Forever
Maybe
I don’t really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately
did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly
I wanna live I don’t want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
Maybe I don’t really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now’s the time to find out why
I think you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
We’re gonna live forever
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what the heck, what a day, what a song to end the month..
* (something vague i hope you can understand, i’ll be happy even if you try)
Ceramics, never heard of.. never imgained..
Decided one day, base on an idea…
. ” to throw myself off and build something with my hands.”
Coilings after coilings, throwing after throwing…
Throwing. an addiction, a discovery, a very important experience..
Knew it’ll be tough, put it aside…….. and now, finding solutions…
. Everyday.
i thought i knew, then discover, i didn’t…do i know now?
. awaiting for an experience or a situation, to find out….
“A straight road is not one road, it is not straight.”
that came at 2220 Hrs, nice number.
Meeting people, dated from WWII to recently born, from Clementi to Russia, the madman to ambassadors and a god-father and a TW-brother in Japan.
” Everyone the same; Everyone distinct.”
This quote suddenly pop up..
. we are all the same, born to live a life & different in how we live it.
just a simple explanation. complication’s waste of time,
Agree?
tired for the day, my body’s whacked, mind’s heavy, heart’s sunken.
Tomorrow will be a better day,
.
. i hope
Good-bye to Sabrina(s) & Bobby (s),
..not forgetting Georgina(s), that almost became part of it.
Changi Beach, questions and answers….. long ride home
A night walk Botanical Gardens, walking in darkness…
Bollywood entertainment, entertaining mini excavator..
Sugnei Buloh, nothing much… walking in the greens, under hot sun.
Sentosa, songs of the sea… to bright lights of Henderson Bridge…
A range, a shot-gun, 25 rounds… another round? soon..
