"Most people die at 25 and aren't buried until they're 75." - Benjamin Franklin

work of Germimal Roaux (he's one of my favorite photographers)

When I wake up each day, I know what I'm gonna be facing: taking a shower, getting dressed, driving to work, then sitting there until it's the time to go home. So predictable, so routine, so nerve-wrecking.... it seems like my life perpetually stops at the age of 25 (going on 26 this November)

........

well, but then......

I'm the one who sits here without venturing out of my shell, to see if the world outside would embrace me, or give me a kick in the ass. 

distance

from Kushandwizdom

I found a saying from Kush and Wizdom "Distance doesn't matter if two hearts are loyal to each other."

 I start to wonder if it's really true, will that still be possible. 

this question has been asked several times and still, there's no exact answer for that. 

 one of my friends has had a real steady long-distance relationship with her boyfriend for almost 3 years, and now she's moving there. need I say more that she's big believer in true love and honesty. maybe that's the reward of being patient and honest and whatsoever it takes for two persons to be together. especially when we are in this 21st century where iPhone, WhatsApp, LINE, Facetime all make seeing your beloved one's face possible in an instant. still I'm trying to find the answer what's the best path for two hearts and souls to be together. when you're in love with someone, don't you feel like sitting next to him in front of the TV in the living room, leaning on his shoulder, letting your hair down all over his pillow, and feeling the warmth of his body beside you? you could say I crave for physical sensation. yeah I do. then what would be the best choice for me? I'm still struggling to find the answer until now. and to my long-distance love, I wish you knew, I wish you knew I'm really in love with you. xoxoxoxoxoxo

while I was away...

I suppose it's been almost age, even more than a year! that I haven't been updating my life on this blog. well, what else could I say? I'm still stuck with this "second" job as a translator/interpreter/instructor... whatever the hell it is. here are some reason for why I was away. I spent 6 months in Texas, and before flying back to beloved Bangkok, I had the chance of catching a glimpse of New York City. this is just gonna be the experimental post after the long long absence so I'm not gonna write much today. more will come soon!!! xoxo

me revoilà!

whoa, it's been a long time that I haven't visited my own blog, I could blame the state of unproductive-ness for that again but hey... actually I have a good reason apart from that... I started my second job. yay, second job. right after I graduated I applied for a job in a travel agency and then... my second job, in which I'm not gonna reveal what it is.

today, the idea that came up into my mind was this 'do you think a one-month training can erase an individual's personality?' taken me for example, it happens that I have to be in a one-month training since next week and that I wonder:

- will I become more discipline? (fucking hell, please ... NO!)
- will I drink less, party less, fuck less? (holy shit, NO AGAIN!)
- will I start losing my 'think outside the box' persona and become an idiot like the rest of my organization?

et cetera ...

there are a lot of things I still wonder about... but this is how far I can come up in writing.

good night and kisses from Bangkok.

After two weeks of non-productivity state, I find it the right time to start what I've started AGAIN!
Don't get me wrong. My idea hasn't run out like tap water. (lame) I just feel like not visiting my blog for a while, that's all.

so ... right now I'm reading 'Of Human Bondage' and am enjoying it so much. I've just come to the Paris part.
Bonne nuit! ;)

Sour Times

I guess starting your bleak day with Radiohead isn't a good idea at all.
Not that it's a shitty band, in fact, Radiohead is one of my favorite's bands. It's just that the idea of choosing 'Knives Out' as the first song to start my sombre Tuesday can't seem to cheer my mood up ... I change to Rammstein instead.

I'm not a depressive person. But the song just reminds me of what happened to me not so long ago. I hope typing it down could gradually chew the memory ...

I fell in love. I guess I fell in love after having detached myself from that kind of thing for so long. I fell in love and opened up myself, only just to realize two months after that ... that I'm rejected, unwanted anymore. So many things have been going through my mind ever since. Sure I'm 22. Sure I have a long future ahead if I didn't end up in a sanitarium or was smashed to dead (I'm quite a careless road-crosser)... but right now a questions keeps echoing in my head, over and over, whether I behave in the right way? Do I give in too easily? Do I express myself so much?

Maybe it is and yes, I think it definitely is. But how can I help it? It's just the way I am. Usually I don't give a fucking care of what people think of me but right now, I'm in the vulnerable time and I do really need more strength.

Uhm, I use the title from Portishead, but why did I talk about Radiohead? Totally irrelevant, urgh ...

The world's explained in a Starbucks

And Saturday! Congratulations for those who can get up at 2pm. Me? Here I am, sitting in the office and wondering when the torturing 4 hours would stop. My working hours.

But this Saturday is a bit different since my mom decides to visit my beloved university where I've spent 4 years in the prestigious uniform. It's nice to have a mother who cares but also not nice to be forced to wake up at the 6am to accompany her. After a short visit and walking-around, we decided to give ourselves a little treat at Starbucks.

Ah ... Starbucks, I wonder if Bangkokians, no, the rest of the would, could survive without getting crammed up in line just to buy THB 130 Ice Caffe Mocha every morning. Imagining the world without it seems to be an outrageous one. Tutors going to Starbucks to teach their students, students hanging there to work on homeworks and term papers instead of outdated libraries. And here what I've witnessed:

My university's MBA students who have class at 9am, sharp. (seen at 9am, sharp as well in Starbucks located 600 M from their buildings)

3 high school students: spotted: two Blackberry. one iPhone. one iPad and surpringly,
notebook on maths with messy handwritings (I wrote like that when I was in kindergarten)

Papa and his little daughter. Papa is with a Vaio and the girl is playing Fishy Aquarium game on it. Sorry. I don't know what the game is really called.

and my mom sits in the armchair, reading some hi-so magazine :S

...


Oh Starbucks ...