Movember for November!

My friend, Sammy's supporting the Movember Australia (www.movember.com)

I am so fascinated and he asked me to sponsor him so I did. This was the message:

Hi All,

During Movember (the month formerly known as November) I'm growing a Mo (Mustache). That's right I'm bringing the Mo back because I'm raising money for men's health issues and being proactive in the fight against men's depression and prostate cancer.

I shall be updating you on the progress of my fine mustache in the form of a facebook album, so watch this space and laugh!

PLEASE donate to my Mo (because i'm not going to look a tool for the hell of it ok) Click this link:

https://www.movember.com/au/donate/donate-details.php?action=sponsorlink®o=1616746&country=au

and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account.
Remember, all donations over $2 are tax deductible.

The money raised by Movember is used to raise awareness of men's health issues and donated to the Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia and beyondblue - the national depression initiative. The PCFA and beyondblue will use the funds to fund research and increase support networks for those men who suffer from prostate cancer and depression.

Thanks all,
Sammy

I love charities and causes. So just you know. I hope to get wealth soon so I will have more cause ;)

Morbidity and Life

I was aware of 4 death news in the span of 10 days. Death is really inevitable.

As I always say, like from Robbie Williams' song Come Undone, "I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to". True enough, life is so short that you have to extend possibilities and stretch it in ways that you could or more than you could expect. I am into gore and goth so lately, I celebrate life and death in my own ways.

I just needed a small post, connected to my blog entry at my collaboration blog with my best friend http://tallsmallshow.livejournal.com/10404.html - about a great person who is well-loved by anybody who came across his path of life, Manny Distor. I went to his funeral last week and spoken to his sister, Luisa, who is holding up pretty well, regardless of her sudden loss of her 37-year old health and sports buff brother. He expanded his life to the extreme fullest regardless of dying young. One heart attack, as nobody's aware, even himself of his condition. Gone in the soils of the earth but will never be forgotten.

I just wanted to post our production pics here (circa 2006), in memory of Manny:

Italianni's @ Greenbelt 3

Manny as Brent in the mobisode demo Love & Sex

It was fun. You will be so missed Manny...

Everybody, embrace life and love. Death is just another beginning.

The Grandieur of Prizes and Settling Consolation of Defeatists

People don't seem to like accepting and keeping "the prize". They love "the settle".

I got dissed by my room mate yesterday. She welcomed her ex that I absolutely dislike in my pad. I just got back from my ole hometown so I just dropped my overnight backpack, walk out the door without anything but my house keys. I started walking down 8 flights down instead of the lift, being so upset to walk it off. I ended up in my neighbor's place, J,  to chill.

J and I talked about it until I felt better. Life. Friendships. Relationships. We both have the same idea. That lots of people in this world don't like "the prize" when they have it. People take this for granted, when they have the best person for them. They are complacent and ungrateful. Or sometimes, freaked out to have something not melodramatic but perfect.

Instead, they always go for "the settle". They think that they cannot have or the perfect is unachievable so they settle to the one that is easy to have, undermining what they really need. Now they delude themselves that this is the one for them and void the idea of "the prize".

Remember that before you get "the prize", you have to go through some difficulties and entry forms to fill up... the works. Too much hardwork at first, so people, give up and give in to their weak souls. But the difference of this against "the settle" is that the fruits of accepting your prize would be a lifelong happiness that you would never regret, rather than settling to something because it is easy-- that you already have dedicated much of your time to it, that you have invested on it for so long, you deny yourself of something that must be something greater.

I settled a lot in my last relationship. And it crushed me to bits only to see that I shamed myself by doing so. I pulled myself back up and here I am, aware of what I deserve.

I do not want to be "the settle" and I do not think I am.

I cannot have "the settle" because I need "the prize".

I can only write. I may or may not influence or open other people's eyes but here is my wisdom gained. Something to share.

Can I have my prize now?

Bitterness in A Sealed Jar

MSN:
Jeroen says:
Yeah I know, I have to talk to her tonight. I want to go back to being friends.
wish frozenlipz says:
good. life is too short for any of us drag someone along without any guarantees.
wish frozenlipz says:
we have to be one less bitter person in this world.

ONE LESS BITTER PERSON IN THIS WORLD -- I just realised that. Now that I have grown and learned so much so far in my dear life, I shall avoid to hurt anyone and save as much people as I could to feeling bitter. Not just me, but all of us who's been hurt, been happy, been stabbed in the back... life is too short to drag some feelings of uncertainty for years.

The Confusion Stage: to stay or to leave?

It is still better to hurt now than later. We tend to chose the latter. To keep on going and checking the "what ifs" to come to life. But usually, we do not trust our instincts and stay instead of leaving. You end up chaining yourself and dragging the other person to the sand of wonders and instability. We tend to get complacent, loathe and cheat away because we are selfish enough not to think of what is the best to do but pat ourselves in the head with what will make us feel better or secured. On the other hand, we also try not to break someone thinking if you stop now, they will be shattered... until we cannot stretch the rubber anymore and it can break much harder than it was before.

The Cheater's Testing Ground of Escape: Karmic

But then again all of these are relative. Each situation in our lives are unique that we just have to be conscientious enough to do what is right for ourselves and others.

Another chance to vent. And ponder. Things you can learn from just a couple of words from a chat away...

The difference of "like" and "love" are completely similar yet different in nature. It is just like mistaking love to infatuation or like to lust. As much as we want this world to be simple, its expensiveness, we usually cannot afford. But achievable. We don't even need a bail-out to bail out of these painful decisions in love but I reckon the best way to realise what is the real thing is by looking at our own selves and know what you really want out of this person we feel about. The risk factor is about the other whether to respond the same way.

The Clueless The Like Led by Ego

S/He loves me, S/He loves me not Stages

I tend to loop my writings since they all make sense, considering two sides of the coin.

It is sad to know and be aware that people can separate physical from emotions. That "what happened" is nothing but. That "it was fun" and that's it. That "pretend it didn't happen" and forgotten. That "I am not ready" but I do it anyway. I guess it is everybody's fault. I always say "nothing will happen if someone says no." Albeit we allow it all the time. Maybe we needed intimacy at that time... but is intimacy so tainted now that intimacy is nothing but physical?

Just too... Physical: Emptiness Aftermath

I browse online everyday, looking around, knowing some of them and at the end of the day, people are looking for the real thing. Perfection is even being overlooked at because I can see that people cannot stand perfect. They cannot stand what is real. They want it and when they get it, they run away. I sometimes am idealistic and think that if we can stitch all these longing people by pairs, the world will have less heartbreaks-- again it is impossible.

Stalker Selfless


Unrequited Love

In denial: Blinded

In denial: Numb

Time ticks and never stops. The world will carry on with its seasons and reasons and we keep on breathing. People will constantly break and make... and evolve to better or worse. As much as I could, I will try to be one less of a bitter person in this universe... though I am breaking at times.

Wish in the Future.

The Thought of a Writer's Blank Space

A writer's block can take you to a different level of writing like what I am doing right now. Just brisking away as I am typing in my newly battered new keyboard. I just have to write something. My brain tells me to... but I do not know where my mind is wandering. They should be together!

I still stare blankly. I shall be more than this. Defeat the blank pages and carry on writing.

Okay 13 minutes passed. What shall I do to prick my blood out and let it bleed?

I feel in the state of limbo, feeling all the emotions you can feel, positive and negative. Too many things running through my mind and nerves that I cannot contain them in words... mere words to compensate the expression of your aural view.

After 2 hours... still here, blank. This is a nice experiment of a writer's block. So what do we do now?

I just realised that some friends never take me seriously. Am I too funny or nonsensical? Or because I look too young, I am tagged as a little girl and just take me for granted. Go ahead. Wrath... ack, leave me alone please.

Or maybe I must be doing something wrong? Too nice? Damn I am so nice lately I sometimes forget about my cussing. But who doesn't want it.

People in general usually gets complacent. They forget to appreciate. How sad. Or maybe people are so full of themselves they forget others? Am I that not memorable?

Alas, i might be picking the wrong friends! It IS my fault.

Fuck the drama.

Dad, will you be able to read this?

Okay I shall make sense next time. Another 16 minutes had passed.

Stay free, mates.

Words Rendered a Juxtapose Ponder Pt.2

And so here's another one...

CLOUDS

beaman

the clouds are darkening under the weight of their sodden wares.

Will the leaves across the road feel the light pitterpatter of watery gems?

 frozenlipz

Will the sound of light embrace the sordid hues?

beaman

perhaps, for now a white sun reflected mirror dominates the sky.

Like a table cloth laid for a future feast.

frozenlipz

Seeping through my tunnel of sight,

your visions of white clouds like the spirit of wine...

beaman

...the same wine that sparkles on the cusp of your lips.

The sunshine that dances upon the gateway to your soul.

frozenlipz

Magnetic forces is appearing before me;

perchance allowed to sway,

caressing your heat.

beaman

like two pairs of eyes dancing the tango on the surface of a lamp lit puddle at night.

Silent liaison

frozenlipz

and so I exhort to capitulate into those loud whispers...

let it fill me...

beaman

...and fill you I shall,

with breathless revere as long as the moon will rise and fall.

 I would like to sweep you away to the top of the clouds and watch your gaze under the clear moon.

frozenlipz

Cold water rushing down my spine,

rippling the calm lake of her imagination...

gazing at your paintings that your beautiful mind created

beaman

I sit there listening to pearl drops lovingly caresses your back as they move from the summit to the glorious lake of your mind.

frozenlipz

All I can do now is rest my eyes on the amicable silhouette of your shade while the wind blows, forces me to clasp...

www.penmeapoem.com > beaman's website

Words Rendered a Juxtapose Ponder Pt.1

I am microblogging as if it is a side dish to my job hunting and designing at work, at the corner of my flat. It is my own RSS feed to what is happening with the world and lives of others in circumstantial to their timeline of thoughts.

You find people you can connect with, get inspired with, learn from and laugh with.

I haven't been writing poems in such a long time that I dedicate myself to paragraphs, stories and real-time writing about my life and what I feel about things. And there I found Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss (http://www.penmeapoem.com/) naturally swept my lexeme back to life. Here are our collaborations so far, non-deliberate poetry that is worth sharing and keeping:

RAIN

frozenlipz

the rain gently pours down on the Sunday dusk...

where will my ardour be?

Thoughts encircling the moisture of dreams...

beaman

...that spiral upwards like wisps of kisses meeting the lips of heaven.

frozenlipz

Drain thy shades of fear,

those body at arms shivering cold,

hovering through the mist to cohort.

beaman

release thy worries and seek succor in arms that will soak up poisons from your heart.

Linger soft lips upon my skin

frozenlipz

Gentle touch spices down my taste buds;

as the rain dribbling down the thatch;

Fear evaporates- chills evolve to stupor.

My words become alive once more. It has been dug up from my past. I feel it in me again. And I thank Edward for it.

You can check out more about Edward at

http://beamansworld.blogspot.com/ and

http://beamaninberlin.blogspot.com/.

Our plurks: www.plurk.com/user/beaman and www.plurk.com/user/wish

So my former entry was longer until LJ just erased it all without a reason. This is a repeat and I cannot update more. I can say something cheeky but just appreciate the poems.

More to come. I shall remain.

-frozenlipz

Requisition Inquisition Queue Requests

Too many Qs you reckon?

That's the result of always thinking of making a blog entry yet you have too many to deliberate but you just cannot express so. Too much it's too less. Both evils.

I had been weirdly feeling oddly the best of both extremes of happiness and sadness. I cannot explain how but it is there. I dig deep and I have too many answers in between. This trip is making me get older and wiser... that I will find answers along its way on how should I implement my fruit cocktail life into something worthy of cherries on top. The fact that the ingredients are there, I need to pick them up and have someone weave the basket though.

I am frustrated by the things that are beyond my control yet I know I have to hold on to. I am very impatient yet someone who is still sleeping peacefully at night... regardless of the tears shed, millions of prayers genuflected and smiles shimmered before closing my eyes at night. I am my own metaphor.

I am where I am, slowly getting where I should be. I came to realise pointers in my life that has to be reviewed and recognised. I am afraid for some and I am grateful for another half. All that matters is that I know it will never end until I stop.

I will still buy my villa and write a book at some point in my life. But right now, I have to fend for myself and my cats... to a new environment soon.

Still in Singapore. Where I should be for now.

shivering spiced wish

The Anatomy of a Birthday Gift

My Plurk widget doesn't seem to be visible.... hmmm. Probably the cyberspace cannot take too much exposure OF me lately... or the lack of it. I had been in and out updating these things. Writer's block hit me for 2 weeks... or probably my brain cells are sipping a different juice in my brain.

But hey, I am back.

Birthdays. People love to hate it and hate to love it. In some cultures like mine, the celebrator is "almost" required to treat everybody when he adds another year to his age... while in western cultures, the friends or family of the celebrator are the ones who will treat them to celebrate that they are still alive, regardless if they have been good or bad (like the qualifications to get a gift from Santa) the past year they harvested. So, in connection with that... if you will follow the western ways: DO NOT HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS! So you would not treat a lot of people in a month! :P :P :P Now, if you follow my culture... same advice! So you won't hide during your birthday! :P :P

What embodies a birthday gift? I love giving gifts and surprises--- be it for an occasion or not. I just love how it makes my loved ones feel. But ultimately, gift is not and shouldn't be "just" an obligation. It should be made or be sold out of LOVE. Well, set aside the obligatory rights of sending/giving gifts to the wedding of your neighbor whom you hated but you were being sent and blackmailed by your parents to come because they aren't as tolerable as you to painstakingly show face and stay a bit at the reception.... AHERM! But really, gifts are given as "care bear treasures." They are symbols of ardor and thanksgiving (according to Wishipedia world).

So this blog is dedicated to the birthday people I care about in their own ways-- Moo and Daphne.

And here is a gift with a labour of love and sacrifice... and hardcore battering of my PC to edit while it is experiencing a Murphy's Law vortex:




And for this, Feliz Cumpleaños Moo and Daphne! I really do care and I am always here for you guys. Another year, another maze. And through it all I will be fabulously watching after you...

Anatomically yours,
Wishkey in a martini glass

Plurk timeline

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Hair is a Many Splendored Things...

Okay the title had a very bad grammar but it's always brave to pick words and put them together as a satire or a realistic joke.

Just more pictures that shocked my universe. So far my mates are pretty forgiving of my decision...

        

 

I am really pleased a hefty lot. Hopping to a new dimension of great things to come. Healing and caring. Keeping busy and getting there.

Need new shades...

Wish