Salty Purple Thread

I spat the salt, bringing out the clot in my heart. With naked eyes i saw my discriminatory forming into words You held my hand as i encircle my spits Letting me see, absorb, processing myself I turned and reverse the circle, bringing you in my hands You led me to my spat As I step, walk over it, the words are erased No salty words are ever seen again just traces of the old salt as a momento of my acceptance and tolerance Together, we washed our feet in clear, clean water

Friday, May 13, 2005

Post-12May

The opening of the exhibition is finally over. Many things ran in unexpectedly. People i expected to turn up, ended up in absence. The ones i thought would not be able to make it, actually appear to support... My 1st guest Dee, my HOD. And followed by some others.

My performance was unexpected. The best part of the performance was i managed to get the minister to join me in my performance and the worst- my dear guest, Naz didn get to watch the show because i asked her to check out the music for me. I am so sorry(feeling very very guilty), i know u came to watch it. Will make it up to U! *promise*

The performance was made possible with the wonderful help of Zu-Raihan, Sarah, Siti, Julie, Alvin(for announcing) and of course, Naz(still feeling guilty). Thank you guys. I am really grateful and touched by the help, right from the beginning to the end where i had to clean the salt off the ground. I owe all one:)

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