Reserve your dinner table at beach front fine dining restaurant of Holiday Inn Resort Kandooma Maldives.
it seeps through the rheumatic walls
the girls open one button, the boys, two
dance begins simulated among the curtains,
each one is careful to not to step on his imaginary partner
passers has heard the murmur hot not realize where it comes from
the statue of porter by organ pulls the zipper to the sounds, which still echoes
the night it undress of dark, it dress in bride
the groom accompanies the girls single to single guys
clover climbs the walls
si insinua attraverso i muri reumatici
le ragazze aprono un bottone, i ragazzi, due
danza inizia simulato tra le tende,
ognuno è attento a non calpestare la sua partner immaginaria
passanti hanno sentito il soffio caldo non si rende conto da dove viene
la statua del portiere da parte dell’organo tira la cerniera per i suoni, che echeggia ancora
la notte è spogliarsi di buio, si vestono in sposa
lo sposo accompagna le ragazze singole per ragazzi singoli
trifoglio scala i muri
se preling printre ziduri reumatice
fetele își deschid un nasture, băieții doi
dansul începe îngânat după draperii,
fiecare singur are grijă să nu-și calce partenerul imaginar
trecătorii simt freamătul cald și nu-și dau seama de unde-i
flașnetarul statuie trage fermoarul sunetelor, ele continuă ecouri
noaptea se dezbracă de întuneric, se îmbrac-n mireasă
mirele conduce fetele singure spre băieții singuri
trifoiul urcă pe ziduri
- Roma’ntic (valeriudgbarbu2it.wordpress.com)
- come on, detach yourself – dai, staccati – hai, desprinde-te (poezialuivaleriubarbu.wordpress.com)
- marine cliché – cliché marino – clișeu marin (poezialuivaleriubarbu.wordpress.com)
Share’ if you like to invite your friend or partner to hold your hand to walk on this white sandy beach of Maldives.
Incredible Pictures, Enjoy PICBliss
Red Toothed Whale
This blog is dedicated to random things I do beside being a full time dental student. I believe life is about joy, love, freedom, happiness and laughter. On top of that, there’s always time for beer with loves. So, would you dance with me?
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Lamai is the second largest resort area in Koh Samui. In my opinion, Lamai has the best scenery and beach in Koh Samui. It’s a shame that I didn’t get to spend a night here. The busy town of Lamai is located at the southern part of Lamai, where the beach are good for swimming, however beach get narrower towards north. The further north you go it get more rocky and quiet.
August 1, 2013 · by hooksamui ·
- Sunset in Koh Samui (thailandsurprise.wordpress.com)
- Lamai, Koh Samui (wandeeeeeee.wordpress.com)
- Koh Samui, Thailand (ryanmccoll.wordpress.com)
- Le Jaroen – Koh Samui (ourhappymeal.wordpress.com)
- Wedding Bells at Koh Samui (slideshare.net)
- Sunday Reminiscing….Koh Samui, Thailand (lovelifeandhappyeverafter.com)
- Monday 22 July – Koh Samui – IBIS Bodput – Ban Tai, Thailand (travelpod.com)
- The Sea Koh Samui – an Absolutely Hidden Gem Resort (extravaganzi.com)
Planchette- Part 144
“Is Ava okay? Mum what’s happened, what’s wrong? Hanna? Mrs Bali? Oh God it’s Ava isn’t it?” Oscar swung his legs over the end of the bed.
Mrs Bali inhaled. “Oscar, Ava endured excessive bleeding after birth, before and during the operation, something that we call a Postpartum haemorrhage. There’s no easy way to say this I’m sorry to have to tell you that”….
“Oh Oscar I’m so sorry.” Janet gasped.
Oscar fell forwards off the end of the bed, his fall lessened by Janet who caught him, gently lowering his limp body floor.
“Jesus! He’s fainted!” Hanna swiftly checked Oscar’s pulse
“Shall I inform the Bereavement services?” Mrs Bali inquired, placing a pillow under his head.
Hanna shook her head. “No, I’ll let Oscar make that decision for himself.” They raised Oscar’s legs, placing them on a chair. Janet pulled the blanket off the bed, covering him once more.
“He’s so cold, just like Ava was before. Christ! This will be the end of him, he’s been through enough hell for one year, part of it is my fault. Poor Clara, she wont even remember Ava.”
Hanna shook her head. “Oscar will come to. I’ll do his blood pressure; we’ll need to keep a close eye on that. It’s very low.”
Janet shook him gently. “Oscar.”
Oscar stirred, retching violently. Hanna rapidly placed a cardboard bowl under his mouth as he vomited mostly saliva from his empty stomach. His eye lids fluttered and a tear trickled down his cheek. Janet wiped his mouth, handing the bowl to Hanna and holding a white plastic cup of iced water to his lips.
“Here, try and drink this.”
“Please tell me that there has been some awful mistake. Ava gave in, she said it was her time and that she wanted to die, but it wasn’t. She was so, so young. I should be dead not her, she was healthy and so full of life.” Oscar wept.
“Oscar, no! You’re a wonderful person and mean the world to Clara!”
“Oh yes, I’m so great that I made Ava’s life a misery?”
“No, Ava carved out her own existence She needed more help than she ever let on. I know that some of it was out of her hands, but she didn’t treat you well! ”
“I know.” Oscar sniffed.
“Ava’s Aunt is on her way to the hospital as we speak.”
“What was her reaction?” Janet handed him some tissues.
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Prince Hotel in Shin Yokohama is one of the top ten places on my list of places to have a wedding. I just received the newest brochure of this place and… I still feel this place is top ten because it has this clean and simple look. You may have remember that M and I are both looking for a place with white chapel… white and clean look. This church is not surrounded by sea but as you can see from the title of this post, you can see sky from this chapel and reception area located at the top part of hotel. I am not completely sure where it is located exactly but from the pictures, this place could be our potential place for wedding. But before we decide on where to have wedding, our parents have to have dinner to talk about our future. Wish us luck~!
Sunsets and Storm Clouds Breaking Through, Thailand
July 5, 2013 by easternseastar21
Even though I am back in the states now, I am always looking at the photos that I took in Manila and only dreaming that sometime within the next two years I will be able to return.
One of the things that I would do different next time is to rely less on TAXi’s as they can be very expensive on ones budget. Next time I will rely more on Public Transportation. The Jeepneys and the Elevated Train System.
My next trip I will bring a TABLET PC with me so I can blog everyday while I am there!
[Terry: It’s really not right. I wrote an entire one-hour documentary on the Philippines and Manila and I’ve never gotten to go there. Of course, the Manila I really want to visit is the one that existed around 1930 but you can’t have everything. www.rescueinthephilippines.com]
Puting Buhangin/Kwebang Lampas, Pagbilao, Quezon, Philippines
My feet are itching! It is summer indeed. I can’t wait for another solo backpacking adventure coming this month. My gears are ready. Itinerary? Who needs it? I don’t. I go spontaneous. No planning. Just pure adventure.
How about you? Are you ready for summer? Share with me your travel plans. We might meet on the road. Keep exploring!
Great open road attitude, have a great one!
Generation Passport is the end product of two years of traveling and teaching. It is an online travel magazine and blog. The goal of Generation Passport is to not only inspire generations of people, but to teach them how they can use the internet to work and travel in the modern world or “Work and Travel 2.0.”
In 2011, I traveled across Asia. I have accumulated thousands of photos and had the experience of teaching in the former Soviet state of Georgia in 2012. Travel has taken me out of a bubble existence into a world that hasn’t even been documented yet or is just known to very few. Generation Passport reflects the sum of my knowledge, and other’s, from working and traveling with the use of technology.
In much of the world, there are people who consider themselves trapped for economic reasons or by life circumstances. The internet has given travelers and workers tools that didn’t exist even a few years ago. For example: did you know you can travel across the world with free accommodation based solely on your character and a network of travelers?
I hope to take this generation of people, young and old, away from the negativity of the modern world and show them that it is possible to work and travel in the modern age. Generation Passport will adapt and change as the internet resources for travel change.
This is a collective effort and I need writers. Contribute? Join the club! firstname.lastname@example.org
I’ll give you a picture and biography slot below me for your help.
Start here…the very first post from January 2013– Generation Jobless or Generation Passport?
The founder of Generation Passport, writer, photographer, traveler, English teacher and EMT-B. Joe has backpacked Asia and was the first foreign teacher in two schools in the former Soviet state of Georgia through the program Teach and Learn with Georgia. He hopes to teach others how they can use the internet to work and travel 2.0.
*Note: Soviet artwork and propaganda is an interest of mine. I am not a communist.
is a bestselling novelist and freelance writer. She is associate editor for the Scavenger magazine online and has written for other News Agencies as well as British magazines. She has also spoken on BBC radio. She writes Romantic comedies which have all made the top ten humour chart. http://www.renham.co.uk/
There are things out there that you don’t know about. I’m lucky in that I’ve been to places that people don’t know exist. However, no matter how things are for you or where you live Your Backyard is Another Person’s Mystery Land.
Essentially, outer space is here for you to find on this planet.
Top 10 Cool Things You Don’t Know About in Asia
10.) Thai menthol
Poy-Sian menthol–dropper on far left, inhaler and cap. source
Thailand was the first country I went to in Asia. The cab drivers and tuk tuk drivers were sniffing this little bottle of something. Had I been in the U.S., or anywhere else, I would have thought it was some kind of illegal substance. Thai menthol comes in this little bottle with an inhaler. You can unscrew the cap and use the dropper. You put two small drops of it on your temples and you feel like you are in a halo of menthol–like floating in space.
9.) Betel nut
I admit, I still don’t know exactly what betel nut is. I made loop in Asia and in Myanmar there was this strange red substance in people’s mouths and on the ground. I thought “oh what is this?” So I bought one and began to chew it. It is a little nut wrapped in leaves and it makes you feel happy when you chew it. I’m not classifying it, because I don’t know what it is.
And I thought when chewing it…”this is stupid…this is stupid…WOW I FEEL REALLY HAPPY ALL OF A SUDDEN!” Then I started laughing for no reason.
8.) Cheap street food
Instead of altering your mind with drugs, you are altering your physical reality you are accustomed to. So travel is a reverse drug–you don’t change, everything around you changes.
So I turned on the T.V. and saw the A&E show Intervention. If you don’t already know, the show is about people who have various addictions and undergo an intervention by friends and loved ones to stop their addiction.
Well, this one episode was about a drug addict on the west side of Chicago, not too far from here, who squatted in a vacant building. During the show it mentioned she had spent thousands of dollars on drugs–something like $40,000 plus dollars on drugs. $40,000 dollars.
I then wondered what kind of travel you could do with that kind of money. With $40,000 plus dollars you could probably go over to various parts of the world, exchange that for the local currency and live like a king for a while.
- You could probably go couchsurfing for a few years
- probably start a business on an island
- probably go to China and rent a penthouse in every major city
- disappear somewhere
- hitchhike for years
- get away from all those losers who make you want to use drugs
- get to a region of the world where you can’t talk to anyone
- find losers to hang out with in a different country
- make yourself not a loser
- resolve whatever problems made you want to do drugs in the first place
- get on drugs that make you not want to use drugs
- replace traveling for drugs
- buy a gym membership
- live on a dollar a day in a third world country for the rest of your life and then reincarnated life after that
- jump out of a plane
- take a motorcycle around the world, maybe even a few times–and buy the bike
- probably a car too if you want
- go to South America
- buy a camper
- get some sort of education
- buy a computer to educate yourself
- dress up in a suit n’ tie or formal attire and go to a high end benefit and look really cool with a rented luxury car and donate thousands of dollars.
- pretend you are cool–you can do this with less money
Chinese baby confused at sight of crazy white man, China 2011
This is not to bash drug addicts. My point is that traveling is almost a kind of therapy, when done correctly. It almost alters your consciousness because you are put into large groups of people and terrains that are not native to your birth culture. These people don’t act like you, think like you, or maybe they don’t even look like you. Instead of altering your mind with drugs, you are altering your physical reality you are accustomed to. So travel is a reverse drug–you don’t change, everything around you changes.
…there is no greater drug than travel.
I think a lot of people get into drugs because they are bored. Maybe that is why rural America has a crystal meth problem. And of course, a lot of people make money by having you on drugs and certain groups are kept in their place by them. So instead of spending time and money on drugs, find a way to escape–quite literally Because there is no greater drug than travel.
‘fog’ Chongqing, China 2011
[Terry: This is SO COOL. Why does it only have 1.3 Million followers? ]
The story of the awakening of a spent nation
I am Nirbhaya.
I am nameless and faceless.
My name stands for today’s India.
My face is the face of the ruled, oppressed and subjugated.
I was gangraped and murdered in New Delhi, the capital of India.
An India that is still fighting for azaadi, a second this time from brown sahibs – the political class and the moneybags who look after each other – who have replaced the white sahibs, who ruled once, but were not corrupt.
In villages and forests, our land and natural resources are plundered by this ruling class, be it coal or forests. The river water meant for our fields is diverted to their silly factories.
In towns, they even steal ‘spectrum’! They build buildings in collusion and allot themselves houses at cheap rates. They plunder everywhere. They stash money in swiss banks. They do money laundering and not one is caught. And they even use the state security!
It is time for azaadi, a second azaadi. Nirbhaya’s India chronicles the deplorable and plummeting state of this nation from June 17th 2012 with three sonnets (verses in 14 lines) for each day.
Feel free to quote these and to forward links and share. I have waived the copyright for the cause is too big and the time, too little.
These verses are dedicated to Nirbhaya, the gangrape victim who died and brought us, the educated class out of hibernation, on the streets, demanding our rights. She gave us the reason to join hands in protest. she showed us the power of people is supreme and the most powerful and moneyed will have to bow to it.
P.S. If you are on this site for the first time, you must start by reading the first post i.e. the foreword
4.45am Singapore time.
Yes she died. Really died. Finally.
And it was 2.15am here, but India cried.
The news, this one time was nightly.
For twenty six nights, not days thirteen,
She fought and still stayed composed
Psychiatrically. Her face that reposed
Faith in protestors remained unseen;
The face unseen, the woman nameless,
From some village, a bus traveller so less
Privileged than the ruling or moneyed,
Was enough to get India up and frenzied.
So my two-bit mind for all its confusion, is clear about
The fact that the rape was but a spark, to begin the rout.
But now the incident like a story,
Is through with its climaxing parts.
And Nirbhaya though an allegory,
With rapes-and-women-safety starts.
But when traced to deeper causes,
Raises questions that progressively
Culminate to answers regressively,
Beyond admin and judicial clauses.
On one side a societal unrest of classes;
A ‘lower’ man prevails on citied classes,
Through the biological force of rape,
Which becomes easy in a state with this inscape,
Where self-seeking representatives thrive on anarchy,
Promote class and caste divide, and rule as a squirarchy.
A telling statement from her grandmother:
‘They left this village for a better life.
Look what they’ve got’ sums up the bother.
When cities and villages blur the line,
While the economic disparity is stark,
Either by encroaching into rural hinterland,
To further the ill feeling in the depraved band,
Or when villagers move citywards to hark
Opportunity, but end up courting poverty.
And with the sleaze, the slums; still the anticity
Is lost among fellow strugglers and comes too late,
Till finally too fat a price has been mortally paid.
For sixty-five years, plaster peeling slums have gaped in this
From small dwellings, at long limousines, gliding into their plush
But to say it isn’t about women is silly
For that’s like saying for civilization
That it isn’t about being civilized really.
Further, blood rushes at the abomination
When someone vulnerable, delicate and lovable
Is brutalized, vandalized and desecrated
By some ruffians, who’re like animals created
To fill their base instincts go to lengths deplorable
And when the shock, ours and theirs
Is mutually so confounding that it stares
Then it’s clear we belong to different planets
To different worlds, to completely different sets
Proving that the way women are treated is a telling effect
Of hopeless root causes infesting a country wrecked.
So three sets of fourteen lines cover each day
From June 17th till December 31st 2012,
To show who’s the hunter, and who the prey,
Candidly reporting not intending to helve.
Going purely by newspapers, equally unfearing,
And of course by the cursed age and sentiment,
That prevails pending verifiable judgement,
Quite conscious it may well not be endearing.
Sure, rile and invectives illustrate the defeature,
But times as abusive, merit abusive literature.
So in this emotive veracity are pre election verses,
That double as a chronicle of an age full of curses.
But those blanks, if you find them obscenely hued,
It’s not my mischief; it’s your mind that’s scre_ed!
For the hitch is with our memory first;
We forget so soon, what all they did.
Then our forbearing makes it worse,
So even slaughter they get away with.
Though high maintenance and cumbersome
They are, to fathom, to know, or follow,
Thriving on ‘one more time’ that they borrow,
Yet portentously they beat their drum.
But now we won’t be duped dear reader,
Even if projected’s a holier-than-thou leader.
Now with folded hands when they scrounge for votes,
These chronicles will then come handy folks.
For us I’ve recorded in dates and verses,
So we’ll laugh and know who to bless with curses.
The day arrives almost innocuously.
Partial decontrol of diesel is the tale,
And Pranab dada adds piously,
Also FDI in multi brand retail.
So this is what it’ll be all about.
While the west gasps itself to save,
We’ll faithfully follow them to the grave,
Of that there seems little doubt.
Then RBI may raise interest rates,
On NRI currency deposits mates.
This should stop the rupee from sliding,
Before to Rashtrapati Bhawan he goes riding.
But suspicious still, let’s wait and watch,
Genuine measures or hurried hodge podge?
In Bombay, striking doctors are inspired
By Air India pilots who’re sitting at home.
And the city rains news again is mired,
As two youngsters drown on 24th June.
When Pranab seeks support of Didi Mamata,
Is he just being decent and sporting?
Or being doubly sure, coz it’s worth worrying,
For anything can happen in Kolkata?
The uncertainty is now felt everywhere
And even India Inc has its share.
Companies’re hoarding cash and reserves
Like bottles of pickle and jam preserves.
Now corruption’s exposed amid uncertainty,
So businessmen shut the f_ck up and sit pretty.
Now here’s another contradiction.
On one side there’s the policy maker,
And on the other there’s regulation.
But the policy maker’s also a taker!
An investor, he speaks in promoter interest.
Now that must mean better profit margins.
But the regulator has no such flings.
For him if prices are lower, it’s best.
Now whenever this is the tussle,
The government is forced to unbuckle
A few ministers from the cabinet,
For conflict of interest cannot in parliament sit.
The is the cursed phase businessmen rue,
But pretend when they speak, it’s all for you.
- New Mango Named Nirbhaya After Delhi Gang-Rape Victim (indiatimes.com)
- Nirbhaya’s India – Foreword (nirbhayasindia.com)
- Nirbhaya Case and Image of India (elaichiblog.wordpress.com)
- She hands over the baton – 31st Dec 2012 (nirbhayasindia.com)
- We should FIX things (kochipost.com)
- #India – The Neglect of Health, Women and Justice #Vaw #Womenrights (kractivist.wordpress.com)
Blog created to make people think about the world around them
by Vincent Desrus
“Poverty is the worst form of violence.”
Some words from a little man who was actually high…
by Vincent Desrus
Shame on these over-powerful corporations that benefit from the misery of these people…
One thing that we should also probably know :
A textile worker dies every 2 days in Bangladesh…Blog created to make people think about the world around them
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Tom Vater studied publishing, journalism and English literature in Oxford, before traveling around Europe, including the newly opened former communist states of Eastern Europe, as a punk rock guitar player.
He now works predominantly in South and South East Asia, where he writes in both in English and German. His work has appeared in a wide variety of publications, including The Times, The Guardian, The Far Eastern Economic Review, Discovery, The Asia Wall Street Journal, Marie Claire and Penthouse.
He is The Daily Telegraph‘s Bangkok expert.
Tom spends most of his time on the road, researching stories and fulfilling assignments. His travels have led him on foot across the Himalayas, given him the opportunity to dive with hundreds of sharks in the Philippines, to criss-cross the US in search of former CIA agents and to witness the Maha Kumbh Mela, the largest gathering of people in the world. His countless journeys have left him stranded in dozens of train stations, airports and bus terminals around South Asia, Europe and the US.On assignments, he’s joined sea gypsies and nomads, pilgrims, sex workers, serial killers, rebels and soldiers, politicians and secret agents, artists, pirates, hippies, gangsters, police men and prophets. Some of them have become close friends.
His most recent non-fiction book, Sacred Skin, is the first English language title on Thailand’s Spirit Tattoos, co-authored with Aroon Thaewchatturat, and published world wide to huge critical acclaim in 2011. Sacred Skin has been the subject of two TV documentaries and has been reviewed in more than thirty publications, including El Mundo, CNN, Die Zeit, The Wall Street Journal and Time Magazine.
Find out more about Tom at www.tomvater.com,
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The Cambodian Book of the Dead July 2013
“Private eye and former war reporter, Maier is sent to Cambodia to track down the missing heir to a Hamburg coffee empire.
His search leads him into the darkest corners of the country’s history, through the Killing Fields of the communist revolution, to the White Spider, a Nazi war criminal who reigns over an ancient Khmer temple deep in the jungle.
But the terrifying tale of mass murder that Maier uncovers is far from over. And soon Maier realises that, if he is to prevent more innocent lives from being destroyed, he will have to write the last horrific chapter himself.
The Cambodian Book of the Dead – it’s where Apocalypse Now meets The Beach…
“The narrative is fast-paced and the frequent action scenes are convincingly written. The smells and sounds of Cambodia are vividly brought to life. Maier is a bold and brave hero.”
– Crime Fiction Lover (The Site for Die Hard Crime & Thriller Fans)
By Gavin Nazareth 23 June, 2011
“Achan Thoy [pictured above] is a highly respected Dabot Ruesi, a hermit sage of Hindu origin, known as a Rishi or Yogi in India, a man with the power to apply sacred and magic tattoos to a devotee’s skin,” says ‘Sacred Skin’ author Tom Vator. “He is a sak yant tattoo master.”
Almost like a cartographic reference to ancient wisdom, the ink on the man’s body stands out in dramatic detail on the monochromatic image on the cover of “Sacred Skin: Thailand’s Spirit Tattoos.”
His skin has been transformed into a magical canvas, a manifestation of his faith, on which archaic geometrical patterns interspersed with ancient script, Buddhist iconography, deities from the Hindu pantheon, heavenly creatures and earthly animals are woven into a primeval codex designed to protect the wearer from accidents, misfortune and crime.
It is this sacred Thai tattoo tradition, sak yant, that is the focus of writer Tom Vater and his photographer wife Aroon Thaewchatturat’s new collaboration in print.
Sacred Skin is “the first book that looks comprehensively at a really important aspect of Thai culture that most foreigners know absolutely nothing about,” says Tom, who has published non-fiction books and travel guides and co-written a number of documentary screenplays for European television.
“Sacred Skin” is an introduction to Thailand’s spirit tattoos, highlighting the men and women who make them come alive on their skin.Aroon, an assignment and stock photographer around Asia since 2004, has shot three photo books.
In 2005, she won an Emmy for her role as associate producer on “The Sea Gypsies,” a documentary on the plight of Thailand’s Moken sea nomads in the wake of the 2004 tsunami.
Here the two of them talk about their latest project.
CNNGo: How did the idea for this book develop?
Aroon: In 2003, we attended the annual tattoo festival at Wat Bang Phra and Tom wrote about it for the “Fortean Times.”
Tom: We kept returning and in 2009 we approached a Hong Kong-based publisher.
CNNGo:What is the origin of sak yant?
Tom: Most of these signs come from India. In the 4th century, India was ruled by the Buddhist Emperor Ashoka who sent missionaries out to spread the religion.
Worried, the Hindus in turn dispatched Brahmins, who were already using sacred yantra (mystical diagrams) on cloth and metal as protective symbols.
And in Southeast Asia, it got transferred from cloth to skin.
Zhou Daguan, a Chinese diplomat at the court of Angkor in the 13th century noted that the kings of Angkor had metal yantras inserted under their skin. So already 1,000 years ago this was in use in Cambodia and most likely in Thailand too.
We also found yants of tribal origin. So it’s a whole amalgamation of different religious and esoteric beliefs.
“Koy is a 23 year old chef in her parents’ restaurant,” says Tom. “When her sister was abused by her husband, Koy attacked her brother in law and paralyzed him. She feels that the warrior yant and a tiger yant on her back enabled her to defend her sister.”CNNGo: Why get a sak yant?
Tom: The wearers believe that it stops bullets or knives and has miraculous effects. Perhaps, those who wear sak yant have a need to stop bullets and knives as it turns out that some are quite shady.
But in order to get the tattoos and for them to work, you have to follow a set of rules the tattoo master gives you. A lot of the advice is commonsense: to stop taking drugs, or getting drunk.
A shop-owner who wants to attract new customers will be told to be polite and friendly.
You follow these rules, your life will improve a bit, and you might think that these tattoos are really working; they are in a way. As one master said, sak yant is a powerful reminder to stay on the right path. The vast majority who have sak yant for the moment are working class, though many get done in oil to escape the stigma.
Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, all peddle certain rather unlikely truths, so, why not believe in the power of a ancient diagram?
CNNGo: How does one become a tattoo master?
Aroon: You cannot just set up a sak yant studio. You have to find a master, study and learn the mantras.
First he will allow you to tattoo junior devotees, then at a ceremony he will put a “risi” mask on you, making you a master.
Tom: It would take years to learn, not just the tattoo technique but the mantras that are chanted while it is being done.
The writing on the skin is Pali, an old Indian language, and the earliest liturgical language of Buddhism.
But when they tattoo they transliterate from Pali into Khom, an old Cambodian alphabet, so what you read is Pali but written in Khom.
To make each yant unique so that it can’t be copied, they switch the letters around. It’s like a copyright, the master’s signature.
“25 year old Yod is the son of shaman and grew up in a spiritual environment,” says Tom. “He feels destined to wear sacred tattoos.” CNNGo: Your biggest challenge?
Tom: Getting these people to trust us and gaining access to them as some of them have been burned by sensationalist TV and tabloid journalism.
CNNGo: An interesting anecdote you came across?
Tom: A petite 23-year-old cook had an amazing story to tell. Her brother-in-law got involved in some shady business and she went with her sister to get him home.
At the meeting he began hitting his wife, at which point this girl bit his shoulder and tore out a part, paralysing him. She believes that her tiger yant took over, giving her superhuman strength.
Her tattoo master told her that though it had worked, she shouldn’t overestimate its power. He told us that when she got the tiger tattoo on her back, she went into a khong khuen (trance) and even four guys couldn’t hold her down.
Aroon: Her brother-in-law returned home and became a nice quiet guy.
CNNGo: What do you think about the Ministry of Culture’s decision to crack down on religious tattoos?
Tom: We assume that the ministry is largely concerned with what commercial tattoo studios do. This might not have anything to do with sak yant, as such.
That said, the ministry would be better off educating people about sacred tattoos than trying to ban all sorts of things considered un-Thai or bashing foreigners; many Thais also wear commercial religious tattoos.
It is a storm in an inkpot; perhaps the relevant authorities need to look active prior to the upcoming elections.
The movie “Hangover II” is grossly insensitive to religious sensibilities, but I don’t see the authorities complaining about it.
“Sacred Skin” is available at Thailand’s English-language book stores and on online at Amazon.com. A book launch/signing event will be held at Siam Paragon’s Kinokuniya bookstore on July 1 from 5-8 p.m.
the shame – vergogna – ruşinea
First centrifuge hides well in clocks
Another, in the parade of imagined or irreconcilable feelings
Another yet, in coward hesitations
It’s a shame to walk the streets of the town, naked
Why, one can’t see behind the impeccable smartness of clothes
The soul ravaged by hostile nudities, when one uses the eye sockets to see the world around
I experimented with shame in different overlapped formats:
I wore shackles, I pulled down my pants in public, I begged at train stations,
I did my necessities on the street
I did a woman in a gangway, on a garage door.. the old hags would comment in awe:
“sweet lord, that’s why it doesn’t rain !..” and the Done-one would throw over the shoulder
While walking away
Like a satyr : “I don’t even know your name”..
I stole fruits, flowers, smiles and curses
The greatest shames lived were those
When through myself I disappointed my friends and
When I turned the icons in order to be able to cheat three lovers on the same day
I reached the summit when I felt terribly alone in the midst of the throng downtown
And I repressed my scream: I DO EXIST!…
Despite it all, I will never be ashamed to
Pass myself as
Valeriu DG Barbu
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My old friend who just came back (this time, for good) from the US invited me to attend her brother’s wedding. Her description of her hometown was ‘Kampong’ or an old Malay village. I and another friend were expecting a barrio ambiance and a chaotic transport system, but Kota Tinggi showed us the opposite.
Kota Tinggi is a cute little town in Johor, Malaysia. It’s an Asian version of Herndon in Virginia – progressive, calm, clean, with no transportation, with 1 to 3 persons walking on the streets, and definitely not crowded yet it has the spark that attract people to visit.
The streets were wide, clean and very calm. Despite having variety of shops, old coffee houses and restaurants, huge malls and air-conditioned supermarkets, it was still a glee to spot people walking around. Our theory was because In Kota Tinggi, everyone drives their own car.
We explored the town the day before the wedding and we loved it even more. The trip to the Kota Tinggi waterfalls was like old-time movie scenery with dusty unpaved winding road covered with huge trees, greenly plains and mountains. The most amazing experience was our firefly river cruise. Looking at the brown river, I imagined a giant anaconda and reptiles underneath. The cruise started at 7pm, and the boat brought us to the uninhabited area, where no lights, not even a flash of a camera, we waited and suddenly fireflies started showing up and gave us a great show of lights. It was one of the most amazing nature trips, that portion of the river was twinkling like Christmas lights. It was a jaw-dropping experience. We actually forgot ghost stories and folklores of fireflies as guardians of a giant tikbalang (demon horse).
It was a good reunion of old friends. I got to meet her family whom I knew from her stories back in the States. I got to meet her loving parents, her brother and his family from Shanghai in China, and experienced Malay traditional wedding, Malay generosity and the Malay Kampong spirit (Bayanihan to Filipinos) during the wedding. They had put a lovely tent just outside their house, grandly decorated. There were three wedding ceremonies – traditional ones happened in the bride’s house, next was at the groom’s and finally the modern non-traditional wedding vibes at the hotel with family and friends. All scheduled in different days within the 2-week wedding ceremony. The first and second ceremonies were both a 24-hour community wedding, with neighbours and technically everyone in the town can drop by, help with preparations and during the ceremony, and celebrate and greet their best wishes to the newlyweds. How lovely isn’t it?
Note: Below are mobile photos. Enjoy Kota Tinggi’s calmness!
the town center the wedding giveaways – egg and juice for fertility the firefly river cruise old chinese restaurant http://layasna.wordpress.com/2013/06/08/kota-tinggi-johor-bahru/
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Is all about my passion for beautiful things and people in the world. Desire to create timeless photography that trigger human emotion. Copyright © Meng Chan Photography
hello. my name is meng chan
Here @ Meng Chan Photography: it show cases my portrait photography works.Day jobs: Freelance photographer and insurance agentPhotographic speciality: Portrait, head shotsLong-term photographic ambition: My photography is all about my passion for beautiful things and people in the world. Desire to create timeless photography that trigger human emotion. My greatest career life goals is to be the best photographer in Asia and within the top 10 in the world.More about myself:
I like running long distance as running is “magical”, so is photography! it is my greatest passion! I like to travel to cold countries, enjoy the coldness in winter time and chilling out with friends, travel and explore the world with a group of like minded friends. I too enjoy appreciating beautiful design from graphic, photography, products to architectures. When alone I am addicted to computing (internet/photo editing) thats why the first thing I do when I wake up is to turn on my computer. I also like reading bio and other non-fiction books. Ultimate goal is to do better and do great in life, always have a higher level of understanding in love and compassion in my heart, be truly happy and share it with the people around me. Thanks for checking out my Bio and will be glad to meet up with you.
Plates of Taiwan
Posted on May 13, 2013
I couldn’t resist taking a shot of my nephews adorable little feet. Don’t you just wanna nibble on those cute little toes?
[I can’t resist mentioning the documentary I co-wrote on the Philippines… Terry]
“Rescue in The Philippines” is a one-hour documentary of the previously untold story of how the five Frieder brothers, Cincinnati businessmen making two-for-a-nickel cigars in pre-WWII Manila, together with Manuel Quezon, the charismatic first president of the Philippines, Paul McNutt, US High Commissioner and former governor of Indiana (preparing for his own presidential campaign) and an ambitious Army Colonel named Dwight Eisenhower – helped 1,200 Jews escape the Nazis and immigrate to the Philippines.
Welcome to ooaworld
Welcome to ooaworld, featuring multimedia content including photos, videos, writing and artwork from ooa’s travels, currently traveling through Asia.
a lifestyle blog!
I was born and raised in Pakistan. Before , after and during my Masters in Marketing from London , I had started working. By the time I turned 25, I had worked in 3 continents of the world: Asia, Europe and North America.
I am a daughter, sister, advertising professional, masters in marketing, avid fashionista, devoted foodie, graduate in economics and finance, certified personal shopper and fashion stylist, self-proclaimed poet, curious traveler, music buff, friend and one of the most random and memorable person you would ever meet.
As a child, I wanted to be a pilot, doctor, scientist, actress, air hostess until my father said that my aim should be to become a good human being and that’s exactly what I am striving to be.
Hello, I am Cheeni (which literally means sugar in Urdu) and I am here to share my thoughts and experiences about anything and everything! From Cheeni Thoughts and Beyond…
Welcome to Cheeni Thoughts – A Lifestyle Blog!
I had boycotted bananas for a long time before I began training. On the strict orders of my instructor I started having a banana between lunch and training. Frankly speaking, I love them now owing to their numerous health benefits and NO! I am not even a monkey. Not yet…
Here is quick look at how beneficial bananas are for the human body and otherwise:
Source of Fibre
A single banana has about 3 grams of fibre. Dietary fibre helps in feeling fuller longer and also keep digestive processes running efficiently.
Satisfy your sweet tooth
An average banana has 110 calories and can fulfill your sweet tooth cravings without ruining your diet and training.
As per a research by Colorado State University, potassium is essential for a smooth nerve and muscle function. It also facilitates the balance of fluids in the body along with preventing painful cramps after rigorous exercise.
An average banana has approximately 400 mg potassium packed in it!
Fat & Cholesterol
Bananas are completely free from any fat and cholesterol and are a great natural and healthy diet!
Mashed bananas are one of the most widely used baby foods especially when they are introduced to solid foods. They are easy to digest and a source of important nutrients when suffering from indigestion or a virus without straining the stomach too much.
Manganese aids in bone health and speedy metabolism. Bananas are a great source of manganese, as one medium banana provides about 3 mg. Adults on average need 1.8 and 2.3 mg of manganese daily.
Carbs are instant energy. Eating a bananas before or after a workout is the best way to feel energized!
Vitamin C & Vitamin B-6
An average banana has 10 mg of vitamin C which boosts immune system, cell health and improves and facilitates the absorption of other nutrients.
Our body needs vitamin B-6 to grow new cells. An average banana supplies 35% of daily B-6 requirement
Overcomes Depression & helps in reducing PMS symptoms
Bananas help combat depression due high levels of tryptophan, which is converted into serotonin ( the happy-mood brain neurotransmitter).
Moreover, it not only lifts your mood but also reduce PMS symptoms, as it regulates blood sugar and produces stress-relieving relaxation. You listening ladies?
- Banana skin relieves against itching as a result of insect bites.
- Bananas aid in lowering body temperature and can be eaten when running a fever or just to cool down on a hot day!
- It helps in quitting smoking as it contains high levels of potassium and magnesium which helps in quitting.
- Helps in removing a wart by putting the inside of a banana peel on the wart and tapping it.
- Rubbing the inside of banana peel on leather shoes and handbags makes them shine instantly!
Since you’ve found this blog sufficiently interesting enough to come here, I’ll try my best not to bore the pants off you. (Really, please. Keep them on.)
Who (am I?):
My name is Michelle. My existence from about 5 years ago became focused on getting the better of my double degree in B. (Comm)2 (Commerce and Communications). While I am an abused student by day, I am a third culture kid (business brat) by night. I enjoy learning about other cultures, expanding my taste palette, and confusing people by changing my accent constantly. I like pretty colours, winter mornings and rainy summers, matcha lattes and sakura blossoms, and building castles in the sky.
Why (am I doing this?):
I first got into blogging in Malaysia, then co-hosted a blog with a friend when I moved to South Africa, chronicling the differences between life in Africa and Asia. After the institution of learning (university) sucked the life and soul out of me, I stopped to find my feet again and reflect on my life’s ambition. Six years on, they are currently planted in Perth, WA, and while I may not believe that I will one day be a writer, I do like to write. So beneath my (very imaginary) sakura tree, I plan to pause, reflect, explore and write. (and hopefully recover my soul again)
What (could I possibly find interesting enough to write about?):
Politics. Big P, not small p, particularly Malaysian and South African. I believe in taking the side of the underdog, especially when it would be injustice not to do so.
Food. Eating it that is. If recipes start popping up here, then it means my own cooking has not killed me off (yet). I am a self-professed foodie despite my lack of judgmental taste buds and budget.
Shopping. All the time, every time. Somebody would be making a wise decision to hire me as a merchandising manager.
Travel. Into which I somehow manage to combine all three of the above.
Japan(ophile). I have a life long dream of living in Japan for at least a year just to taste, smell, experience, and wonder.
Job hunting. As a fresh graduate, I am experiencing the trials and tribulations of finding a boss in a decent company who would like to work with me for at least 5 years. I can work, I promise – JUST HIRE ME.
Books, movies and general geekiness. We will automatically be friends if you also enjoy the Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter and Dan Brown books.
“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” – The Lord of the Rings
Today has been quite a tiring day for me, emotionally and mentally.
Today, Malaysians took to their respective polling centers, tense and hyper-aware of their surroundings as they went to war against the dirtiest, most historical election Malaysia has ever seen.
Among many of the conspiracy theories included foreign workers being bribed with Malaysian citizenship and (supposedly) RM500 to vote for the current government, as well as police officers protecting these foreign voters and possible riots and fights breaking out in Malaysia.
All this while, it’s been difficult, sitting at home and watching the results. For one thing, I no longer know what to believe. I believe that our current government is corrupt, but I also know that Malaysians have a wild streak for gossip. Coupled with the frenzy of social media, it has resulted in a wild, bloodthirsty outburst of information, willing to devour any believer.
It’s been very hard for me to believe that anyone, much less my own government (BN) could be so corrupt and dirty as PKR supporters would have us believe. Then again, it’s also been tough for me to believe that PKR will be as clean as they hope to be, given the number of UMNO members who have changed sides.
At the end of all this, it’s come down to the waiting game. Many are dispirited, and afraid, although we tell ourselves to cling to the hope of a brighter, better Malaysia. We’re all still tense (those of us who have been watching the election anyway) as we await to hear the verdict on the future of every Malaysian.
So my final take is this. Do I continue to look at the world through rose coloured glasses? Is the glass half full, or half empty? And after today, my glass is really already starting to look half empty.
As Anne Frank once wrote in her diary, “I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.” I believe that Malaysia has changed, in this case for better. We are no longer the politically passive or apathetic nation we once were. We are smarter and more vigilant than before. We know our rights, and we will stand by them, as all Malaysians should.
At the same time, I can hope that these elections do not change us at the very core. Many fair skinned indians and naturalised bangladeshis suffered today due to Malaysians wanting to keep Malaysia for Malaysians. But we have to remember that Malaysia compromises of many races. Judging each other by face value only takes us back to square one, when Malaysians were divided and in this way, conquered.
So Malaysia, I choose to look at you as a glass half full, with the other half waiting to be filled with all the wonderful potential I know Malaysians have. Whoever wins tonight (and I am waiting on tenterhooks) I know that we can only progress from there. I am not looking for immediate grand, sweeping and unsustainable changes, but the many small baby steps that will take us a long way into becoming the Malaysia that we need to be.
Malaysia doesn’t need to have a new government to change.
We are the change.
- Sakura in Melbourne (annesproject.wordpress.com)
- 1 million Malaysians to rally to demand the resignation or sacking of the EC and to demand fresh elections (harismibrahim.wordpress.com)
- Friends. Malaysians. Countrymen. We Fight for Malaysia’s Soul, not for BN, Not for PR. (arkaysthoughts.com)
- New Malaysian Cabinet named to revive confidence (seattletimes.com)\
Why are we all so angry?
by Kenneth Justice
~I have never been to Asia or anywhere else that is considered The East…..
But I have traveled extensively throughout Western Culture and there is an observation that always strikes me; People in the West tend to be very angry.
–) In the U.S. Republicans and Democrats tend to be angry with each other…
–) Non-Smokers tend to be angry with cigarette smokers…
–) Non-drinkers don’t like people who go to bars…
–) Marijuana smokers get pissed off with anti-marijuana people…
–) Drivers flip each other off willy nilly; ‘road rage’ has become normal…
–) Bicyclists tend to resent automobile drivers and vice versa….
–)Hardcore conservative Christians tend to resent homosexuals…
The list is endless…..I could sit here for hours listing elements of Western Culture that leads to debates, arguments and lifelong resentment….if you don’t believe me;
1) Turn on Cable News and you will see and hear a lot of angry people
2) Hang out with a group of people talking politics and you will see and hear a lot of angry people
During the 1960′s young people throughout Europe and the United States had grown tired of all of the nastiness surrounding politics, government, and religion…..
With lyrics like, “C’mon people, smile at your brother everybody get together…gotta love one another right now“
Young people in the 1960′s believed the answer could be found in music, love, and peace…….
Some of those young people joined demonstrations….
many others thought the answer was to drop out of society and live in communes……
Many different things were tried to solve the problems of war, anger, discrimination, etc…..
Yet, 50 years later we are right back where we were…….
I’ve written extensively about the alienation many young people are feeling;
1) they feel disconnected from each other
2) they feel disconnected from adults
3) they feel disconnected from religion
4) they feel disconnected from the Government – (as we saw here in the United States in recent years with the Occupy Wall street Movement)
So what does all this mean?
I suppose I could let myself off the hook and say…..”I really don’t know”
In truth, I have far fewer answers than I have observations…l.
However, I believe there is a link between the anger we see at the popular level and the disconnect we are seeing among the youth of our cultures.
A question each of us must face, whether we are single, married, divorced, childless, or we have 3 children;
“Do we want to be a part of the problem…..or a part of the solution?“
I am not a doomsayer….
I do not believe that the end of the world is going to happen tomorrow….
Although, hopefully Bruce Willis and his crew are able to stop that meteorite from hitting the earth….
Nonetheless…..I do believe that if we are interested in being a part of the solution…
Then, we must continue the dialogue….
We must not shy away from talking about the things that matter most….
Lets not spend our lives being lost in the daily trivial nonsense of Kim Kardashian…
A little bit of trivial nonsense is okay…..but when our lives are spent behind a television or video game….then are we really living our lives?
Or are we merely passing the time till our death?
Obviously…I am still thinking about my friend who died earlier in the week…..and I think it is good that I am…..
We can either use the death of a friend to propel us to a more meaningful life….
Or, we can allow the death of a friend to lead us to intense depression….
It is our choice…so we must choose wisely.
Right now, I am going to choose to drink another cup of coffee….a cup of Peru Fair Trade Organic….
Valeriu DG Barbu, poet, writer, playwright Romanian origin, settled in Rome, Italy about he… can speak others, not himself … / poeta, scrittore, drammaturgo Rumeno di origine, si stabilì a Roma, Italia su di lui … possono parlare gli altri, non se stesso …!
Literary Blog created by Ms. MARIANA FULGER, while it was impossible to send own the posts
Public express a thank alive.
The blog contains a part of my literary workshop.
are posted and articles an extraordinary man, Valeriu Cuşner, who has closely followed my writing.
Gratitude to my books editor, Mr. Constantin Lămureanu by “Anxiety Metaphysical Publishing House” Constantza, that published my six volumes.
Gratitude to all those who was with me in various ways.
unto you all good reading, lasting joy and be healthy …
via X – About Valeriu | valeriu dg barbu blog.
Hallo AllI created this page based on the recommendations I received from a friend about the importance of the page about me. sorry klu unattractive and a bit disheveled ya: D
So here we GO –>
Real Name: Tri Kuntarto
Call: from birth until 6th grade called Dimas (cool yeah: D), junior called Java (helllleehh: ((), called SMA Lebbe, not Lebbe who like ngawinin but he said because when I try to lengthen your hair, even curly like embe / sheep (sob dahhh). lecture called Kun–Kun (passable was no footage of the original name)
TTL: May 14th annually I forgot wkwkwk
Status: Single & Married (depending on who is asked): D: D
opo meneh, naun deui, what else ya ..?
Hobby: Writing can pass speech, writing, poetry, song, video, sms, status, and the like (some say masterpiece, but more of a say cheesy anyway) is not what was important work. But if asked I enjoy doing the most is when can share anything with others, feel different aja: P.
Up here first maybe ya already represent the about me page, Klu there who are interested in for future updates I add another time: P
Next want to attach some saia mahakaryapicisan results of the official owner of this blog: D: D, slightly narcissistic anyway but mudah2an could inspire the readers.