I had one of those inefficient, lazy Saturday. Woke up at eight to desperate calls for help from both my parents. The SCV cable service was down all due to me not paying the bill. I tried to shrug them off with a knowing grin, but was apparently not convincing enough. It only lured my mum to chase after me to the bathroom till I reverted that a simple phone call would rectify the situation . I had underestimated the importance of the cable TV to them, I think.
The rest of the morning was spent attempting to put in some hard work with my studies. But not before clearing some bills, a cheque and walking through what I thought was some inspiring graphic art. The artists, being bright teenagers from a local secondary school, brought their universal themes of love, peace and culture across in a less abstract manner to the heartlanders - the exhibits also being in a housing estate's shopping mall. I note and find it fascinating how art can actually bridge the distance between different races, nationalities, cultures and values. It touches me in a way like no other thing does. The images formed by the pieces were static, yet moving and compelling. Being impressed seems more like an understatement in these circumstances. Being dazzled seems fitting.
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