i’m drunk again
intoxicated by numerous might-have-beens
i’m drunk again
intoxicated by numerous might-have-beens
Living in a communal house can sometimes mean sharing everything, even food. So when me and other housemates want to eat outside, we had to keep it a secret because telling one will result in getting all the tenants to the restaurant with just two or three people paying for the bill.
This photo is one of those times. This is the first time it’s posted on the internet.
I have been far away from home for seven years. The place where I grow up isn’t the bustling city where I live now. It is a quiet, simple, peaceful, and laid back place.
This photo was taken in 2010, the last time I was there. I miss it. I miss the field, the mountains, I miss the simple people and the simple life.
I miss my mother. To feel the warmth of her smile, to hear the sound of her voice again. This is what I live for.
During our Thailand trip in 2015, we visited the temple of the Golden Buddha in Wat Traimit. The photos above are the buddhas at the entrance.
You then take a long flight of stairs to get to the temple.
According to the story, it was made after the style of 13th-14th centuries but they said that it could have been made after that. Speculations suggest that this buddha may have been made in parts in India. At some point, the statue was plastered and covered with a thick layer of stucco to avoid being stolen. When Rama I ruled in Thailand, he ordered that all buddha statues be brought to the newly made capital, Bangkok. It was brought to its present location in Wat Traimit but was only kept under a small tin roof. Its identity was hidden for almost 200 years.
When a new temple was made to house the buddha, this is when it was rediscovered. While trying to lift the buddha, the ropes broke and the impact chipped the plaster covering and they realized that the buddha was actually made of gold.
Under the plaster, they say that it consisted of 9 parts that fit perfectly. There was also a key covered in plaster that can be used to disassemble the buddha for easier transportation.
The golden buddha weighs 5,500 kilos and the gold in the statue is estimated to be around 250 million dollars!
I can’t wait to go back to Thailand again.
My week here starts with Sunday and ends in Thursday. This whole week had me in a roller coaster ride. It started with me feeling like the king of the world and ended with me feeling like an outcast.
Sunday – King For A Day (Pierce the Veil ft. Kellin Quinn)
The meaning of the of the song is about someone being pushed past the breaking point, however, every time I hear this song I feel so pumped up and I feel like I can do anything. I was trying to nail an extra job and “I did good, if not, excellent” (according to my client).
Monday – A Horse With No Name (America)
It is about a song trying to capture the dry feeling of the desert which fits perfectly because Monday for me is the most boring of all days. It’s the calm after the storm that is Sunday. After I nailed the extra job, I was back to my old daytime task.
Tuesday – Back In Black (AC/DC)
The lyrics perfectly fits what happened to me last Tuesday. My Sunday client called me back for another job. I thought I’m dead for the next two weeks but he called for another exciting project. I was excited to work with him.
Wednesday – I’m Not Okay (My Chemical Romance)
I received a very bad news about my residency application. They informed me that my residency can be processed a day after my visit visa expires and I hate the idea of exiting the country.
Thursday – Miserable (Lit)
This concludes my week. I can only relate this day to the first three lines of the song (You make me come, you make me complete, you make me completely miserable.) but it says so much about what I’ve been going through.
I hope you all had a good week! 🙂
i am that plastic bottle floating in the big sea
i have nowhere to go
i maybe a pawn amongst the big waves
but i ride with the tide
and you can’t bring me down
I’m not the kind of person who gets along well with other people. I keep to myself, only talks when being addressed to, and I don’t go out that much. A wallflower, I guess. I don’t have a lot of close friends to brag about. There, at least, two or three people that I can call my close friends. Best friend, none.
What I’m trying to say is that it’s hard for me to classify these three remaining people, but, for the sake of this challenge, I’m going to pick one.
She’s a strong person. The strongest, I tell you. She took care of us, her four children, when our father was away. She had her flaws, a lot, but I look past that and saw a very beautiful, perfect woman. Too bad, I am not by her side and I am not able to provide now that my father can’t…or won’t.
She gave birth to me, her eldest child, at a young age of sixteen. At that age, I still can’t decide what to wear to school. She observes, she listens, and she suffers silently. She stood by as my father was drawn to another woman. She cries at night, worries when my father isn’t home after a week of absence, and still does. She still waits for him.
She got pregnant of her fifth child at the age of forty. My father still hasn’t change. After all of these, she still managed to understand him.
It’s difficult to see your loved ones hurting. It breaks my heart whenever I see her cry,
what really kills me is when she sits in her usual spot patiently waiting for a person who doesn’t deserve her.
My mum is my friend, my VIP.
I love taking pictures of sunsets. When I was in Oman back in May 2016, I fell in love with the country. It was so tranquil and laid back. Back then, I was full of hope and confident that everything will fall back into place.
Here’s wishing that everything will be alright and I will be able to get on my feet again.