 | "are you a reporter? you came with these camera gears." "no, just for fun." so he stroke up a conversation with a group of kite flyers, this time in pasir ris farmway 3. there's a big open field at the junction of lorong halus and pasir ris farmway 3. and there's about 10 over big kids flying kites, not just flying, but cutting each other's kite like mad, just like yester-years. that's how kites supposed to be flown. they obviously had a whale of time. hands were busy pulling and releasing strings, moving left, right, up and down directing the flight. once the kites were engaged, the hand movements quickened to try to gain the upper hand to seal the other kite's fate. some took to their heels to add acceleration to the string. it was shear excitement. "you want to fly?" one kite flyer invited him to fly the kite. "thanks... ehh..no....the line is sharp.... " he declined. not that he didn't like kite flying, but the flying times were over for him... it looked like. at that moment, he was only thinking of taking a few good pictures, not ready to fly a kite, to step into the arena of kite string cutting. - spontaneity is too hard to come by when you age. |  |
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