Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

if the cultures were colours, then the canvass would be the world....

i was watching the show in discovery travel and living, the different places in south africa...Johannesburg, capetown...etc it's so diverse and coloured. living in singapore, we've come to understand the different cultures that exists among us. but things weren't that lucky in south africa a century ago.

following up the reading of sidney sheldon's book master of the game, the blacks were ill-treated in diamond mines and they were often sold as slaves even before that.

it's not a matter of making someone look at the world differently. we are all different yet, somewhat so similar. a line i've read from somewhere.

then the program showed a museum commemorating this racist divide, the entrace of the museum already serves a haunting reminder to those who do not yet recall.

There is a seperate entrance for both races. white men on one side, and the blacks, reds on the other. they actually stated the colour.
then there were 2 seperate roads down and it ends up at the same place, a message nonetheless...

wouldn't it be easier, if we saw the world in a colourless way. there would be lesser troubles and wars. like we haven't learnt already...john lennon wrote the x'mas song....so nice wouldn't it, if everyone saw the world through the eyes of peace-keepers. because they have something much more to lose than a war.

to paint a piece of art, there must be a completely white canvass.....and if that canvass is not purely colourless, then that art that comes out of it wouldn't be pleasing to the admirer.