Friday, 11 September 2009
Get Lost
Use your Garmin to get lost rather than get it right. what on earth could be more pleasant than the road less travelled?
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
How ridiculous a person can be.
They were fighting in a lick-the-boss's-arse war.
They were praising themselves in what they had done in the past, not what they are going to do in the future.
They were boasting instead of listening to other people's problems.
They were talking about numbers, size, money, ranks, positions, and praise.
Wrong time, wrong place.
I'm not writing this with angryness,
I'm telling it enlightenedly how ridiculous a human being could be and feel pityful.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
fine art
I kept asking myself why I was turned off by the exhibition "Walking in My Mind" at Hayward Gallery ... and then Futurism at Tate Modern.... 2 years ago I enjoyed finding the meanings behind those art pieces in museums. Today I feel like I don't give a shit about what's on your mind about yourself or what your childhood was like, Nara. I feel that the in your face like Banksy's or Steven Meisel's fashion editorial are much more appreciable. Simple, sarcastic, easy to understand, about people, about the world, for people and they are the voice of what's going on now... getting tired of some kind of fine art.. feeling kinda weird. We don't need to look for meanings in every thing.. it's too complicated!!
some thoughts
Some thoughts from watching passerby at weekends.
Some kinds of heels can make some women look so ridiculous.
Oh I really love your smelling-good-intendedly-rugged look.
Worn out is cool.
Cool people simply dress basics - tee, jeans and Converse because they know they are cool enough that they need nothing more.
Oh I really love your smelling-good-intendedly-rugged look.
Worn out is cool.
Cool people simply dress basics - tee, jeans and Converse because they know they are cool enough that they need nothing more.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
About a Boy
A small hero.
Nan: No, I run away every time I see them.
A boy: I will get a snake. And when the rat comes, I will tell the snake "Go After It!!"
Another old lady asked the boy, "Why don't you like rats?"
"Because they bite!" replied the boy.
Circle line, getting off at Baker Street.
What I would miss much about London
What I would miss much about London.
- A World in 6 seats. There are times when I see an Asian, Black, White, Indian, Middle-eastern, English sitting next to each other on tube seats. United Colors of London.
- There is nothing wrong with wearing ragged, ripped clothes. Kate Moss started it. Ripped stockings are cool. And you have to rip it at the parties. A tee with a broken seem is fine... perhaps they does it by intention?
- Drink Don't Drive. Because I own no car. My feet are my Land Rover. A bus driver is my chauffeur.
- Seeing people carrying papers while walking in Portobello market on Sunday mornings.
- An appreciation of sunshine.
- Tesco's Bagged Baby Leaf Salad
- Salmon & Mushroom
- People dress out of this world to show off on streets at weekends.
- Sunbathe in Hyde park
- Spotting the Americans
- Good taste kids
- Do you need a bag?
- Uncles/Grandpas in jeans and Converse
- Grandmas wearing pink lipstick with fabulous earrings
11:11 / 22:22
Most of the time I have a look at iPhone screen for the time, it appears to me either 11:11 or 22:22. It's been like this over ten times for the past month. Nice.
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
A night in London
A night in London
Come away with me.
How can you mend a broken heart?
My blueberry nights.
Is he too slow to cross the street? Will he be alright?
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
The truth about life.

The truth about life.
You are highly praised when you are not there any more.
You were slammed so hard while you were alive.
We wish he could hear our praise,
we wish he could feel our love,
we wish he was listening to all the good words we have,
we wish he could see our tears...
How sad that a person is worth praising only when he is gone.
You are highly praised when you are not there any more.
You were slammed so hard while you were alive.
We wish he could hear our praise,
we wish he could feel our love,
we wish he was listening to all the good words we have,
we wish he could see our tears...
How sad that a person is worth praising only when he is gone.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
He

He is one of the first of my childhood memories.
Everyday I would hear this teachings after the news on TV.
And I wondered how could one person can have so many thoughts to teach us.
Not feeling of him as a King, I feel so familiar with him although I have never met the real him.
He is like a big tree or a shelter or a father that makes me feel safe everyday and when there was bloodshed... I know he would do something when necessary.
I was not so excited about 60th Anniversary celebrations, I didn't care about the great celebration itself, wasn't there either in front of TV or at the venue. I didn't think that it is important. I still remember I was at the office preparing a presentation. I just sent him my best wishes and felt thankful I was born in his time.
I always think being born royal is worse than being born ordinary people like me. You have to sacrifice a lot if you want to be a good royal.
He does not need be good to us. He does not need be bad either. He could choose to be ignorant.
But he has been a good King. And if he weren't a King, as a person, he would be a good person.
What more can we expect from a person?
Why do we have to expect so much from him whilst he has been giving us more than we have rights to expect from a person?
So many sad songs out there for my sad feelings, but there is no such song for this broken heart at this moment. I'm hurt Thais fight each other and we are breaking his heart.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
I could have been on that train... or not.
I met this lady at the Kindertransport statue at Liverpool Street Station.
She was sitting in front of the statue and being filmed by her middle-aged son.
It took a while and I wonder she must have some horrific memories about the Holocaust and Kindertransport when she was a small girl.
Her gesture, sitting still in sunshine, her eyes kept looking at these metal children, and then gently touched the word 'Vienna' made me ask her, "Were you on that train?"
She replied, "I was lucky. I have a family here. But yes yes I could have been on that train... or not". Looking deep in her eyes, I feel the pain of an 80-year-old baby who had to unwillingly witness the most horrific event that left the scars to millions of people.
And the last words she said to me was, 'Thank you'.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Always speechless
The Holocaust Exhibition, Imperial War MuseumI always get speechless about the holocaust.
Having seen drawings and poems of a Jewish girl for her German friend in a concentration camp hurts.
A walk in Auschwitz paralyzed me.
Think about the quote "The world is divided into places where they (Jewish people) cannot live and places into which they cannot enter" over and over.
And learn from what Heinrich Heine said, "Where one burns books, one will, in the end, burn people".
For the past week, I feel that the tone of the voice of Thaksin from the telespeech sounds similar to Adolf Hitler. And I despises what he does and what he says. And I take side, the opposite side to him and believe that eventually in the end of his life, it would be as catastrophic as how Hitler and his dickhead acquaintances ended their lives.
Let the karma do it job.
Why we human never learn to learn from the past?
And how can some people be so power hungry?
In the end, we cannot take anything with us.
Such a fool.
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