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the Poker Table

5 comments Posted by justbee at 8:07 PM

idiot has a friend who wanted a poker table
he came to me and asked if i can help him with that
my boss agreed to making one
i felt really excited about this
here it is..! lemme show u lemme show u!

the naked top

all dressed up

ta-daa..

 

Pick Me Up

0 comments Posted by justbee at 6:18 PM

I see your eyes, so gentle, so serene
I hear your voice, so clam, so comforting
I hold your hand, so warm, so content
I lay in your arms, so firm, so assuring
I know who you are, I want to know you more

I see your eyes, so wanting, so greedy
I hear your voice, so cold, so mocking
I hold your hand, so reluctant, so tense
I lay in your arms, so angry, ignoring
I know who you are, I rather not know you

The day and night uses the same sky
Yet the sky contain two kinds of light


This poem is from the book Pick Me Up by Charmaine Tan, a 13-year-old child suffering from end- stage kidney failure. A congenital eye disease has also left her visually impaired but her lifelong wish is to write and publish a book. To make her dream come true, Make-A-Wish Foundation Singapore took on the impossible task of granting her wish within 24 hours.

Pick Me Up is a true symbol of how people can overcome their circumstances to live their mark and turn their dreams into reality.

can read more on both here and here. the first link is US based; 2nd Singapore's.. i bought this magazine and i thought the poem's really nice..

what's YOUR wish, by the way? the ONE dream that u super want to have? i'm not saying "World Peace" and "Save The Environment" kind.. coz these are, of course, already instilled in our minds, i suppose.. i'm saying, WHO u wanna be/ WHAT u wanna achieve..

i've been thinking (for too long) that i might try canvas painting.. and have a gallery.. u know, like The Marilyn Dean Gallery - the one in the movie 'the breakup' - where Jeniffer Aniston works in.. haha.. that's 1 very Mean Lady Boss actually..


 

face down & face up

1 comments Posted by tabby at 4:17 PM

i would like to dedicate this song to my fellow feliner, garf...oh yeah, kitty i discovered an old video of garfette in samui...but i won't be putting it up cuz she would kill me if i do. We'll c u soon.

 

Oh horizon!

4 comments Posted by Kitty at 8:24 PM

When I'm on the beach and I stare long enough into the horizon, a sudden realization comes upon me; the horizon mirrors what life is to me - the journey into the horizon is so inviting, the idea brings with it a sense of adventure and possibilities yet at the same time borders on the feelings of scared with a tinge of intimidation. It entices me, without even trying, to risk the unknown without a promise of anything in return. Then if you really think about it, why should there be a promise of anything in return? Expectation is one of man's most foolish traits. Life doesn't owe us anything. On the other hand, I think we owe it to life to make the most out of the canvas that life has bestowed upon us. No?

Fishing boats on a bay in Catba
Climbing on our beach
Local kids gettin jiggy wit it

View from our bar

 

branches and roots

0 comments Posted by Kitty at 8:11 PM

Sometimes I think my branches are stronger than my roots. Some branches are so entrenched in me that they run so deeply in my veins, pulsating with life, clinging on to every molecule that letting go seems impossible.
Peter found time to play with these kiddos at the Blue Dragon Children's Foundation in Hanoi.

 

Mmm....Life...

0 comments Posted by Ms. Redd at 9:13 PM

It has been a while since I posted anything lengthy or something of more substance from my brain/heart. I have the sudden urge to do so.

Let's begin, or shall I say I'll attempt to do so.

I think most of you know that I've finally started full time since about a month plus ago and since then I think I've had much less time to myself. (obviously of course) It was really daunting on the first day I tell you. To think that after four years of working as and when I wanted to was all coming to an end. Ack!! I think my biggest fear of getting back into full-time employment was parting with the ability to pack and leave to see some parts of the world anytime I want to. Afraid of losing my new and improved self to the world filled with lies and shoe polishing.

Afraid of losing my soul.

Just a few days ago, I was reminiscing the sweet, sweet feeling of the high of life. Damn, I really miss that feeling. The feeling of no fear at all, the feeling of just being alive. I feared not being to feel that again. I guess I should know better than to fear, after all it is a choice. We are all given the liberty to have choice. To be able to choose what we want. I just need to remind myself that.

I was worried about conforming, but I did and some of you know why. I think the universe heard my fear and my heart's desire, as I am now given a new choice. A vision that my heart had set eyes on some time ago and now that vision is within reach. So yay to that!

Ask and thou shall be given, even the deepest of your heart's desire.

I am now a believer in nothing is impossible.
Wait.
I mean I'm a stronger believer.

Really, all you got to do is ask!!

 

urbanscapes

2 comments Posted by justbee at 11:08 PM

it's the city's all-day creative arts festival held in KLPAC last saturday.. there were some local artistes performing their thing too, but we didn't watch any of it.. instead we just walked around the marketplace to look at all the funky trinklets, most of which are handmade.. all these artsy goodies are made by the creative community.. i've to admit, i had a 'culture shock'.. everyone there had their very own distinctive artsy demeanour.. all of which, i'd say most are in the 80's and 90's.. a very strong fashion statement.. an interesting stimulation to the eyes.. i felt out of place not having a camera in hand.. more than 3 quarters of the community had a DSLR in their hands.. blehh.. here are some prettiful pictures taken from yuppie's & pj's cameras..

pj + garf

there's a slight hill decorated with the flowery-spinning things, and 2 IKEA-like white chairs.. it would make a very prettiful shot.. with the wind blowing and stuff.. i think the sky seem bluer and the grass seem greener..

pj + yuppie

garf+yuppie

garf+yuppie


we took public transport there.. first on a LRT.. and then we had to change into another sort of LRT at masjid jamek.. the Putra LRT if i'm not wrong.. we wanted to hop on the supposed feeder bus from the sentul station.. but instead, we took a cab there.. apparently the feeder bus was not in service.. it was good we didn't wait around.. on the way back, we took the same public transport back.. and so we had to walk past the colonial-looking buildings .. usually we drove past them only, right? so, we took the opportunity to brush our skills in picture taking and posing.. come to think of it, i havent taken many photos this year..

i wonder if there'd be another sort of art festival thing again? i'll be more geared up this time.. u know, just so i can fit in the crowd, i'd search for my mom's apparel from her old junk trunk.. u know the really big sunshades that cover the whole of your forehead?? like nicole ritchie's? and those 3" thick elastic belt to tie around a loose polka dress that falls until knee level? yyeeaahhh..

 

Love, Peace, Freedom

2 comments Posted by justbee at 4:00 PM

hey.. apparently kitty can't log on to this website.. (due to its name..??) *shrugs* so she had her blog e-mailed to me to post.. for ya all to read.. =) here it goes:-

The best decision I have ever made in my life so far was to leave Malaysia to see more of the big, big world out there; it feels like leaving a society that was at least a hundred years behind the times I have in mind. Yes, I am a little snobby about it. To me, everyone needs to find their place within a certain society and if that society has no place for you and doesn't seem to offer you much, what exactly is the point of staying?

Leaving taught me real courage; I learnt to embrace change with arms wide open and I realized that in turn, the world welcomes me into its cradle of unthinkable, not to mention endless possibilities.First you have to learn the art of letting go - of fear, doubts, attachments. Taking that first step into the unknown becomes easier once you've crossed the border and this border is usually your own imaginary border anyway. At least for most of the people I know. It isn't true what people seem to say all the time - that they've got no choice; a lot of people I know do have choices but it is easy to get fooled into thinking we do not, or we choose not to recognize them. With letting go comes freedom - for me I think it is the closest feeling to flying; I think about my life before and feel that so many things are completely irrelevant now, in fact almost silly; I watch the drowning of my former reality, at times with feelings of ambiguity. Yes, I admit that it could be daunting.

Most people talk about freedom but never walk the talk. Freedom is knowing what you want, not drifting, and trusting the wind with your sail. It has nothing to do with the ability to afford a 7-star boutique hotel room in Prague or being a Hilton hotel connoiseur, nor has it got anything to do with jetsetting from New York to Paris to Sydney. Some people would say that money is a pre-requisite to freedom but in reality too many people with money haven't got the understanding that money only ever buy you freedom if you buy time with that money. An employer pays an employee for the time invested in a certain task and naturally we dedicate our time to work because we need to 'work to live'. Of course the more common but unnatural phenomena today is 'live to work' and more and more people around the world have become so tangled in that nasty 'selfish capitalism' that they haven't the slightest idea what to do with their time if they're not working. So most of us dedicate a big chunk of our lives to something or someone else's benefits besides our own, particularly if the jobs we hold are missing intrinsic values. So it makes perfect sense for us to use money to free up our time instead of investing in things that would add real manacles to our lives on top of the mind-forged ones we already have to constantly fight. Then again I suppose there is no way to introduce or impose the idea of freedom on someone for everyone has the right to live as according to their own values. I guess for me, in the words of Ben the 28-year-old poet from Warren, Australia that I had the pleasure of meeting recently, "If life is so ordinary, why not make it extraordinary?"

I feel that my life would be such a waste if all I ever did was go to school, graduate, make money, buy house + car, plan a big white wedding, consummate, work more to pay off my loans, grow old, get sick, die. I have no problems with people who's got life all worked out like that as I understand now that we are all different and have various expectations and interpretations of how life should be. Actually reality is the other way around - it is usually people on the other side of the sphere that usually has got a somewhat patronizing attitude towards people who want to do things a little differently. I can't even remember the amount of times I've been accused of 'trying too hard to be different' or 'irresponsible' just because I don't do things the way 'they are usually done'; the idea is not to ruffle any feathers really. Some males I know back home even go as far as saying that it is fine for me not to follow the rules because I am a female therefore inevitably a damsel-in-distress regardless of what I'm capable of, and eventually will be married and taken care of by my husband anyway. It is interesting to know what some men say to themselves in order to make-believe that they're really vital to the well-being of us women, and that they've got it harder in life. They ought to come to Vietnam so they are forced to acknowledge that that idea is bullshit. Furthermore, in alot of places in the world women are constantly being short-changed by men and the society they live in; they are not getting the respect they ought to receive regardless of how much they rise up to life's occasions.

Going back to the idea of freedom - I think the best feeling in the world besides being in love is probably feeling like you're holding your life in your hands. Is that possible? The cynics on the sidelines can laugh but I believe. I work on building and sustaining my faith everyday; I protect it dearly and I go along, trying to eliminate each fear that comes my way. Fear is the monster that stands in the way of one's dreams. Sometimes I think of death and wonder if I fear it. I have been blessed by love, I'm riding the waves of freedom and when I look inside myself I have peace. The world may be chaos but I know where to go to find the calm water of serenity. I'm living!


"The question of death is also the question of life,
and the question of how to live is also the question of love.
That is the question you have to go on answering,
to which there is no answer except in the going on."

-Salman Rushdie

 

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