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Phom peung kian kwaam riang laew, tae phom mai mee kwaam kít teung kian. Arthi nâa, chán rian ja jòp. Tawn nee. phom poot pasah Thai mai dai, lae phom bpen sĭa jai nit noi phraw rau bpen rian pasah Thai hai sib deum laew. Phom yahk rian dtor pasah Thai, lae kian pasah Thai duay.
Phom ja mai páe jai nai pasah Thai, lae ja tham dee pasah Thai kwa pasah Yepon. Doo phom! Phom bpen dai!
Phom ja mai páe jai nai pasah Thai, lae ja tham dee pasah Thai kwa pasah Yepon. Doo phom! Phom bpen dai!
Poo yai tho reo mah tawn saam toom kreung. Phom pheung doo mobile lae glaeng mai dai roo. Khow bpen naa glua mai noi.
Sawatdee khrap Pink,
Chee wit bpen yàang făn, kŏng koon bpen ngai bâang? Rau mai dai jer nâa gan yoo thi prathet Thai pák baang bpee leow. Phom dâai kàao khun wâa bpen rian jòp jàak mor. Phom bpen rian jòp dûay. Tawn nee khun khuan bpen mâi wâang gàp ngaan chai mai? Tam ngaan yang ngai leow? Lae kon èun bpen ngai bâang? Wâa gan wâa phom thi pûak kăo kit theung khun maak, táng-táng têe jer gan deuan thi leow. Phom poot nai msn daai, tae arthit thi leow dtông kĭan jòt măai pêua gaan bâan. Láew jeung, man têe nêe.
Dear Pink,
Phom nee pee prêut-sà-jìk-gaa-yon ja pai thiao Kruengteb gub pêuan rôon dieow gan. Rau aht ja jer gan dai mai? Bpen khuan ja jer gan sòot sàp-daa. Phom kít tĕung aa-hăan têe nân. Lae phom àht chûay khorng khun séu kŏng-kwăn hâi wan gerd khorng pêuan. Àrai tòok, èk bòok-ká-kon lae bprà-yóok chái. Mai kŏng lên noi khrap. Phraw wah tûa bpai leow.
Think of you always,
Moon
Chee wit bpen yàang făn, kŏng koon bpen ngai bâang? Rau mai dai jer nâa gan yoo thi prathet Thai pák baang bpee leow. Phom dâai kàao khun wâa bpen rian jòp jàak mor. Phom bpen rian jòp dûay. Tawn nee khun khuan bpen mâi wâang gàp ngaan chai mai? Tam ngaan yang ngai leow? Lae kon èun bpen ngai bâang? Wâa gan wâa phom thi pûak kăo kit theung khun maak, táng-táng têe jer gan deuan thi leow. Phom poot nai msn daai, tae arthit thi leow dtông kĭan jòt măai pêua gaan bâan. Láew jeung, man têe nêe.
Dear Pink,
Life is like a
dream, how goes yours? It has been several years since we met in
Thailand, I heard you have graduated from University. So have I, from
mine. You should be busy working now right? How is work? And how are
the others doing? They said to have missed you dearly, even though they
met you just last month. I could have said all these on msn, but I had
to write a letter as homework last week. So here it is.
Phom nee pee prêut-sà-jìk-gaa-yon ja pai thiao Kruengteb gub pêuan rôon dieow gan. Rau aht ja jer gan dai mai? Bpen khuan ja jer gan sòot sàp-daa. Phom kít tĕung aa-hăan têe nân. Lae phom àht chûay khorng khun séu kŏng-kwăn hâi wan gerd khorng pêuan. Àrai tòok, èk bòok-ká-kon lae bprà-yóok chái. Mai kŏng lên noi khrap. Phraw wah tûa bpai leow.
I'll
be visiting Bangkok in November this year together with my classmates.
Maybe we can meet up? It should be on a weekend. I missed the food
there. And I'll need your help to buy some presents for my friend's
birthday. Something cheap, unique and practical. No soft-toys please,
as its too common.
Phom ja yan mâen wan têe gub khun nai dtòo-laa-kom dai mai? Rák-săa lae phob gan mai khrap.
Phom ja yan mâen wan têe gub khun nai dtòo-laa-kom dai mai? Rák-săa lae phob gan mai khrap.
I'll confirm the exact dates with you in October k? Take care, and see you.
Kit theung sà-mĕr,
Kit theung sà-mĕr,
Moon
Think of you always,
Moon
The two most long winded "persons" talked to me regarding purchases today. Its so long winded, I felt my body turned to jelly literally. Felt like screaming at them; how many times must they go through and repeat the same bloody point?
And its supposed to be a quick discussion.
And its supposed to be a quick discussion.
ผมกลับบ้านแล้ว.คืนนี้เรามีภาษาไทยข้อสอบแต่ทำไม่ดี.
。゜゜(´□｀｡)°゜。
เมื่อนั้นผมเรียนภาษาญี่ปุ่น,เขาเรียนด้วย.ตอนนี้ผมเรียนภาษาไทย,เขาลงมือเรียนภาษาไทย.เดี๋ยวเดียว,ผมรู้สึกอย่างใกล้ชิดนิดหน่อยกับเขา.ผมเป็นสุขนิดหนึ่ง.ครอบครัวเป็นที่ดี.
(*￣∇￣*)ｴﾍﾍ
I took a nap today. Upon waking up, I thought the scene outside looked awfully weird. All the colours weren't there. I stared as hard as I could. Shortly, I saw blue, and after that the greens returned and everything else came along.
Someday, I'll probably lose my sight.
Someday, I'll probably lose my sight.
There was a software engineer whom came some time ago, and we were talking about things. I asked him, how long did he worked at this job? He replied "13 years" with pride in his eyes.
And I looked back with horror.
And I looked back with horror.
Moon river, wider than a mile
I\'m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you\'re goin\', I\'m goin\' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There\'s such a lot of world to see
We\'re after the same rainbow\'s end, waitin\' \'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me
(Moon river, wider than a mile)
(I\'m crossin\' you in style some day)
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you\'re goin\', I\'m goin\' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There\'s such a lot of world to see
We\'re after that same rainbow\'s end, waitin\' \'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me
I\'m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you\'re goin\', I\'m goin\' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There\'s such a lot of world to see
We\'re after the same rainbow\'s end, waitin\' \'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me
(Moon river, wider than a mile)
(I\'m crossin\' you in style some day)
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you\'re goin\', I\'m goin\' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There\'s such a lot of world to see
We\'re after that same rainbow\'s end, waitin\' \'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me
There was this skinny old man swinging bands of wooden beads and clapping. In front of him, there was an old newspaper clipping of him being interviewed for his not-so-interesting performance. I stood and watched, trying to understand the amusement of his act, to no avail. Nobody on the street, except several tourists whom happened to be standing around, could be bothered to even catch a glimpse of him.
When I stood around, he started his act and as I watched, it started to drizzle. I handed a 2 dollar bill into his tray almost empty tray and he smiled with thanks. I returned with mine, feeling both pity and admiration for him at the same time.
I supposed "pity" would be an insult to him, and he would need no charity from anyone but an appreciation for his work. How much can he earn doing that? I wondered in doubt, could never comprehend his motive. But truth is, I do not have the right to feel pitiful for anyone whom is devoting his pride and effort into earning that few dollars that I would spend in minutes. That is my wrong.
I waited till the rain came, and was forced to move into shelter.
You see, I think that.
To commit an act of kindness in the response of pity, is an act of hypocrisy in the belief of doing a good deed with a good result when it also encompasses the indulgence in a false sense of superiority over an inferior ego - when more often, its the other way round.
To commit an act of kindness in the response of a divine belief in karma or direct benefit, is an act of greed in the belief that doing a good deed brings a tangible or spiritual reward in the future - its pathetically self-deception.
The old man may be performing an art, but it is not the act that attracts attention, but his position in people's mind. I wished I could give him a minute of applause, but that would also meant a lie of my opinion in what I thought.
Results are not everything. The motive and process are just as important.
When I stood around, he started his act and as I watched, it started to drizzle. I handed a 2 dollar bill into his tray almost empty tray and he smiled with thanks. I returned with mine, feeling both pity and admiration for him at the same time.
I supposed "pity" would be an insult to him, and he would need no charity from anyone but an appreciation for his work. How much can he earn doing that? I wondered in doubt, could never comprehend his motive. But truth is, I do not have the right to feel pitiful for anyone whom is devoting his pride and effort into earning that few dollars that I would spend in minutes. That is my wrong.
I waited till the rain came, and was forced to move into shelter.
You see, I think that.
To commit an act of kindness in the response of pity, is an act of hypocrisy in the belief of doing a good deed with a good result when it also encompasses the indulgence in a false sense of superiority over an inferior ego - when more often, its the other way round.
To commit an act of kindness in the response of a divine belief in karma or direct benefit, is an act of greed in the belief that doing a good deed brings a tangible or spiritual reward in the future - its pathetically self-deception.
The old man may be performing an art, but it is not the act that attracts attention, but his position in people's mind. I wished I could give him a minute of applause, but that would also meant a lie of my opinion in what I thought.
Results are not everything. The motive and process are just as important.
