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  Pets - we've always have family pets growing up. It started with Flaichee (light brown furry and a happy chap) , then Timmy (big furry black and white and very friendly guy) , then Winnie  (is a she, and his all black. No one comes to the house unannounced). Chief was different. Chief was born in Gerehu Stage 2 - we never really knew the birth parrents as he was an explorer who wondered onto the street on a cold night and into our family.  Chief started his puppy tale in 2018 in a single rented room fed with milk and sweet biscuits until he matured. He was always kept close within eye sight and has never wandered off on his own outside the yard. When we moved to Gerehu Stage 5 in a stand alone house, he was a youngster going into his 'teenage' years, always jolly but fierce. There Chief met Venom (White and Brown furry explorer) whom they share their bed, plate and home. Unlike Venom, Chief likes to stay within the fence and was never let out. Chief was the guardian to ou

I was scribbling on a piece of paper and kept thinking why I cannot make a perfect line or shape. Then it hit me that imperfection is what makes art beautiful and it puts that human sense on a piece of painting, drawing or craft.  If there was not imperfection, we would be like robots. Striving for perfection can sometimes be hectic. Don't get me wrong but there are somethings that needs some level perfection in order to function in life. For me, nothing is a 100% perfect and to think that I always wanted a perfect person beside me is wrong.  You remind me that life is not always perfect and that I have flaws that needed  someone to point out or correct. Your imperfection is what makes you beautiful and is what signifies who you are to me. At times remind me to pause, take a step back or slow down or not to overthink things.  Whatever the world throws my way, I have my way of dealing with it but you remind me that sometimes, I don't have to do everything on my own, and that the

It has been a pretty busy time of my life in the past years 2016-2021. I was busy with work, trying to find what works for me in this new life. I've been through so many crossroads and choices that I had to make over these few years outside of my comfy parents laps. Here's a bit of reflection over those years (If I can remember correctly). OCTOBER 2016  After I left university, I decided not to go home, but to pursue employment in PNG's most densely populated city of Port Moresby - the city of the filthy rich, the struggling middle-class, thugs and cultural and societal misfits. For me, it was a place to find a decent job. It wasn't too long before I figured it's not as easy as it was presented to us in the comforts of a lecture room. I bet all under-grads had the same dream as I had, thinking we've made it in life going into a University and it should be all downhill from there, getting a good job owning a house a car. Well that is not the case, as soon as you