Love is an attitude, love is a prayer,
For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
Love is good will for the gain of another,
Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Take a Stroll
If I were a catholic (note "if"), I'd be kneeling on my knees right now at this moment in the tiny oak-framed confession box, telling the dark shadows of a priest behind the veil "Father I have sinned, I overslept and missed church service, I need forgiveness." Priest face = -__-"
Man, really shouldn't have played too much the previous night, reached home at about 1am. But oh well, whole family woke up late too; not like my parents attend church or anything though it would be a very pleasant thought.
Thank God for His limitless grace. Amen
After a hearty lunch I just decided to go out on my own. Well for one it is to let my bros study as I'd be indulging in games if I were to stay at home, and two, would like to get me chem tys. So destination, bras basah. Purpose, shop for a ten year series...What a fools errand, the half day's worth of search came to naught as somehow none of the shops sell my desired tys. Can't say frustration didn't set in. Don't you just hate it when you find out you've just wasted a couple of hours of your life doing something seemingly useless like searching or waiting. "Might as well visit the national library" I thought to myself, as the newly constructed building was just next door. The only thing that caught my eye during my time there in the massive building was a small little, rather remote, arts exhibition at the foyer of the 3rd floor, a ceramic art display to be exact. Was rather surprised to see my neighbor’s, Iskandar Jalil, artworks on display. Not surprised that his pottery's in this exhibition but rather surprised with my destiny to chance upon this exhibition. Each artist, or potter in this case, have their own style of artistry which is distinctly unique to each of them. For the case of Iskandar his style revolves around some blue malaysian clay, which name escapes me, moulded into very peculiar shapes of urns and something which reminds one of a horse and children? A very malay touch to each of his unglazed pieces covered in oxides...with some shaped like small sampans and some depicting kampong life. "As with pottery, life goes about in circles" was Iskandar's description of his work. Another display was by a Japanese artist, whose artworks are very interesting. It looks rather simple, yet the pieces are enshrouded with mystery and elegance. Starting off with a rather huge cup, a row of about 10 to 15 cups were laid across the stage in progressively smaller size, the last cup being smaller than a green bean. I find that these elites have one thing in common, that they are able to appreciate the beauty that lies within life itself, and is able to express them in a visual form. Some artwork talks about emotions, some about simplicity while there are some about childhood. There is also one artist who dedicated his work to Mother Nature.
Many a times we're just caught up with so many chores and duties to do that we sometimes forgot about how great life is. Amidst the hustle and bustle of our typical Singaporean life and the ever pressurising lifestyle of a student or a working adult, we hardly had the time, or rather we forgot, to take time off to appreciate the things and even the people around us. So I say, take a stroll. Put your worries aside and take a stroll, watching the flowers as you go. Creation is magnificent and beautiful. The chirping of birds are like music to the ears, the smell of grass after a shower makes you thankful to be alive, the falling leaves of the raintree is just so wonderful and a hug from a loved one is a gift from God. Don't hesitate to say I love you to your mom, stand up and give her a hug. Had society not been so conservative, I think I'd be saying 'I love you' to almost everyone *grin*.
So that's what I did, I took a stroll...
reflected by Juls @ 11:12 pm
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A Jack of all trades but a master of none. A man of secrets and Mystery. One can never decipher the very thought in the complex mind of his.
Loves
Chocolate
Photography
Greeb Pastures
Fellowshipping with friends
Hates
being ignored
Big bad wolf
Cows...they steal my grass