T-24d

My very, very French friend said "... We have to enjoy life and making love every fucking day," after talking about how we, as a species, will become extinct if we don't do anything about the state of the world now and I think his words are pure gold. Who else but the French would think of something like that. Then we went on and started talking about the semantics of swearing. From a serious topic of conversation to a superfluous one in point three seconds flat.

I met up with Tati and Kyns yesterday. How come we don't have a picture of the three of us? Strange. Anyway, we were at Central Market for dinner and then at the Annexe to attend a Memorial Art Exhibition in memory of Teh Leong Kwee, a.k.a The Journeyman. When I die, I would want to have had touched the lives of as many people he had. What are we but mere specks of dust until we mould the people around us into something bright for the future, by then we'd have probably grown into dustbunnies.

I hope that when I die I'd have a memorial like his with people from all over the place o pay their respects. I hope they all have nice things to say. Then, I'll get them to play 'Ha, ha you're dead," by Greenday.

I'm sorely tempted to post pictures of ALL his art pieces but I wont. I admit that I have fallen in love with a series of pieces. It would be a shame if the family decided to split them up, also, they're not selling the pieces. They're like siblings. One should never split them up or the magic, the interest will just fade away as if nothing was even there. It becomes just another novelty piece found at the commercial art stalls in Ubud, Bali. Mere knick-knacks. There was a man who was both worldly and philosophical and with wrinkles in his smile that suggest a genuine interest in all you have to say. He had been there and done that, mopped a few toilet floors and probably bought a few t-shirts. Then he'd take you out on a student-teacher excursion after class to a pub and, over a drink or three, beguile you with his tales of travel and art. It's a shame I never got to meet such an amazing person who'd touched so many. He was my friend's lecturer.

If you love me, you'll get it for me. hahahah...

There's more towards the left but I didn't bother to take it in it's entirety.

I picked up my guitar and started playing again after so many months. It's gathered a fair amount of dust and my fingers have gathered a fair amount of pain. This is what happens when you stop playing.