The Ways We Fish.

I've had just enough time to...   think about the way I fish.

Taken of the fisherman under the hot tropical sun in Kuching River

There are many ways one can catch a fish

We can do it with one rod

Or we can do it with nine

That explains the way we approach Life

There are many ways we can reach a destination

We can do it fast and easy

Or take many detours along the way

That explains the way we take our journeys

Taken of the very relaxed fisherman

There are many ways we can love

We can do it intensely

Or do it lovingly forever

That explains the nature of our heart

There are many ways we can live our Life

You can tell by the way we fish, or not

Pisces Cannot Swim

I've has just enough time to...   swim outside the boundary

Taken in the Maeklong Railway Market Bangkok of fishes uniquely presented for sales

Pisces caught in a vice

Unable to escape.

Out of its element.

Boxed in.

Where is the dream?

Out of ocean

Out of water

Out of space to swim

Out of a land to be free

Is this world an illusion?

Or is it a dream?

Is reality written in the stars?

Or is it sold two for twenty?

Rule by emotion

Kill by cold steel

Misjudge the tide

The water retreat

Pisces are left

Floundering on the beach

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Some times my life it seems like fiction 

Some of the days it's really quite serene 

I'm a living proof of all life's contradictions 

One half's going where the other half's just been 

And I'm a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul 

I'm a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul

George Harrison - Pieces Fish

A Dog In The City Of Cats.

I've had just enough time to...   be a dog in the city of cats.

Taken while wandering around in Kuching, the City of Cats.

I’m a dog in a city of cats

But they don’t seem to mind

I find it easy not to chase them

When I could be the one to be chased around

I turned my attention to mice

But I wish they were of rabbit’s size

My woofs now contains some meows

And I licked my fur the cat way now

I sing shrilly to the hanging moon

And add a howl or two as I croon

I learn to appreciate the smell of fish

No longer holding my nose in anguish

But not lifting my leg to pee

Require some effort you see

For I still do that quietly

When no cat is watching me

I’m a dog in a city of cats

And they tolerate me

But I always wonder -

What if I’m a cat in a world of dogs instead?

Lotus Pond Under the Moonlight - 荷塘月色

I've had just enough time to...   pass by the lotus pond.

Taken on the way back from Kampar.

wǒ xiàng zhī yú ér zài nǐ de hé táng
我 像　只　鱼 儿 在 你 的 荷 塘　
zhī wéi hé nǐ shǒu hòu nà jiǎo bái yuè guāng
只 为 和 你 守 候 那 皎 白 月 光　
yóu guò le sì jì hé huā yī rán xiāng
  游　过了 四 季 荷  花 依 然 香　
děng nǐ wǎn zài shuǐ zhōng yāng 　
等　你 宛 在  水　中　 央　

- 荷塘月色  / 凤凰传奇

Like the fish in the lotus pond,

I waited for the return of the moon's brilliance

Swimming through the seasons for the fragrance

Of your return to this water.

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For one who travels by day,

I wonder how the lotus looks like

by the moonlight.