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i though i might see better/differently from above

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so there was a big red balloon ride

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there was sunny October, so we had dinner outside;

and went sailing and swam in cold cold cold water, so we have something to tell our grandchildren about.

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there was a park, there was sun and there were laughs

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there was Brighton’s seascape + pretty lights / and there were lovely boys in a lovely band / and there were seagulls/ and i like English chips more than Dutch fries.

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there was a big bad English breakfast

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there were birthday cupcakes

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there were museums

there were funky hats in a museum

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there was a little exhibition we did

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there were long breakfasts

there was frozen yogurt, and there was a fat happy face

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there were a lot more

and that was fall.

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mum wanted me to sign up for this water colour/meditation course with a really interesting man she wants me to get to know. i thought he must be interesting because he is a painter, singer, cook, monk all at the same time. may be he is confused like me.

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3 days drawing coconuts at โรงเรียนธรรมชาติบ้านริมน้ำ

coconuts can tell you a lot

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on the first day’s morning session we used pencils. my teacher wasn’t there when we were drawing. he just checked our finished work. through my coconut, he told me that i’m sensitive/an artist/very good.

in the afternoon he was overseeing us and so he see how i draw my coconut. i never give my coconut structure. my coconut is basically a result of patchworks of shadows/spots/lights on the coconut. this is a tiring way to work. easier to treat the whole coconut with ease. look at the whole coconuts, not just some spots

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i also like to smudge my coconut. and he told me do not smudge. i said i like it smooth. this is on the second day. he told me im stubborn/want to do things in my own ways assume things. he said i have so much potentials. but they are not being used. he said have idol quality/gonna be so coool. but not yet. because i do things to block my potential.

on the third day i though my coconut didn’t look so good, i was pissed off in front of the canvas haha. and he was like ‘see, see.. when you don’t get what you want you get pissed off’. he said the coconut was good its me who assumes things. he said i have everything วิริยะ, สมาธิ, ปัญญา, just missing one สติ  hahahahah but dont worry its because ‘you’re a teenager!’

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on the last day i asked him what do i do to block my potential. he wouldn’t tell me. he said ‘you have my number, yes?  you can call me’. and i went home.

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now i think i understand his vague (+ most economical) sentences.

how i deal with my coconuts is also how i deal with everything in life, working detail by detail. never see the big picture. i never knew that my world is so narrow.

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now i do

(thank you)

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photo courtesy of p'mod

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once upon a time there was pukpik and ego.

ego wants to be a banana. and for a long long time pukpik thinks she has to be a banana.

little did pukpik know that she is a not a banana

but a smoothie lady.

-Robert Frank

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ello

unproductive place to read

giggles

love is in the spring air

get up

get up

comfy

how to eat pizza like superstars

 found a little red book ..

of secrets ..

wooden cows are for milking

real cow walks around in city

handsome in cyan

no more photos

a lovely day

hairy ♥

too many incredible people on one table :)

happy ride

mooi hè!

queensday apocalypse

i know a boy who knows how to enjoy grass and sun

from london to amsterdam

 work site ♥

gay fencer

iulia is lovely

atmosphere/ grandma’s cookies + unlimited refill

sandwich with my name

saturday

happy pillows

a date with sarita

nothing much, just looking very lovely

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i never talk about politics but have to share this, its too funny

birds shitted on me a few times before, but it never really been special.

but. today i was biking. so i was moving. and there were many bikers around me. and birds were flying above us. so they were also moving. and then one of them just shitted. and it landed right on my bare thigh. wow. what are the chances?

despite the question of probability, its the lovely moment to be shitted on. because as i was biking. i was starting fill my head with unhealthy thoughts, this time was about how dysfunctional i am. these thoughts started to confuse my head until the shit landed on me. all these clouds in my head just dispersed away. so who making up the shit in my head? me me me.