fun times at home

parties anytime, birthdays or no birthdays at all

it now becomes a legend - this bachelor's pad. it now becomes a haven for those who are tired, weary, hungry, and bored. and a place too to share the joys and smiles of life.

the pad has no father. it has no mother either. there are no children. yet it is a home of a family who simply seeks to live a happy life inspite of how sad the world has been. there is fun in this house. there is food too. the food is brought by whoever who wishes to bring one. a person who only knows how to cry has no place in this pad. he must know how to laugh as well. this is a place of extremes. cry. laugh. shy. aggressive. leader. follower. strong. weak. busy. no work. hungry. full. abundance. emptiness. this is an assembly of those who believe that in this world, to be complete means to experience both sides of two extremes.

this is where i live. this is my world. you are welcome to come in.

relived

artpix by gemma, taken at our yard; background pix is actually a pineapple fruit

when old things become, uhmmm, yeah, old, we tend to put them in a box and forget all about them. nostalgia is not my cup of tea, so do these old things are never really remembered. until one day heaven opens up and lo and behold the old things just simply resurrect. just like these things.

they are toys. or i called them so. souvenirs from the good old days in japan. when i arrived home, they become just accessories to the crimes i had committed in japan. boxed. or rather placed in one corner. dusted. untouched. one day, my niece, who has an eye of a budding artist, took them all, arranged them, and shot them. the once dusted toys now become pieces of artwork. and nice they are.

and so my memories of the good old days resurrected. i thought of how it had all been. and i remember to blog once more.

comes with this are two emails from my very good friends while i was a stranger in a foreign land. binh san remembered. sethy remembered. the resurrection of my toys becomes also the "resurrection" of memories with my two good friends. they wrote. and my memories relived.

how wonderful it really had been.

(if one friend of mine happens to see this, and recognizes the picture, my hope is for that person to remember to write me. i have been waiting.)