Stupid Day
*sigh* All the annoyance and irritation must be the effects from the dinner last night, after more than 5 hours of inhaling cigarette. The night was okay except that it's gone lame after awhile. Oh well let's not talk about it. It's all in the past anyway.
Today started off pretty slowly and very routinely. Sometimes I wish I could switch my life with other people just to see what it's like. I'm counting down for the day that I can call holidays. I just want to get away from this little place to somewhere else and not for a short time but for a while. I want to become a Zen priest, live in solitude and seperating myself from this shitty world. Having a small humble hut deep inside the forest by the big waterfall ..hmm..that's a real heaven on earth. A bowl of hot rice with a fish that you've just caught in the morning after a long shower underneath the waterfall is magical. Hermit and humble is a good combination for me now... and I'm long for it to come true.
I guess it only exists in my dream not in the real stupid life. The reality is ludicrous and I'm pretty sure that a lot of people would agree with me on that. Or else why do we have a word called 'surrealism' then? Isn't that because some people like me just want to get away from the physical existence. I'd prefer something distorted at least it makes life much more interesting that it is.
Today is not just stupid but unlucky as well. I sort of woke up early today so I can go to uni to get some books out for my assignment. Traffic in Bangkok is unimaginable and I do feel deeply sorry for my driver, two hours is just a joke to me! Anyhow, I reached the central library to retreive books but after less than 5 minutes since I set foot there I've been told that all the books that I wanted can't be taken out due to the renovation on the fourth floor. My luck probably deactivated itself or something because all the books that I wanted are all located on that floor. Okay I cool down a bit and ask the two nice librarians that maybe I can come back in one or two days to get it as my due date is on next Wednesday. I was traumatized after they said that 'oh it's going to take around one month for them to complete the renovation'. Two hours on the road for nothing. Wasting effort (get up early), time (me and my driver) and petrol (dad).
Walking back to the car with out acheiving anything is a disgrace. I didn't even have a mood to go home or eat or even think about anything. In that minute I thought that I need somewhere to retreate myself but where?!? The first thing that popped up is the Queen's Gallery and luckily it's on my way home. I spent most of my afternoon there, just to be somewhere by myself and appreciate things that I love the most, Arts. I have a strange feeling that this place always calls me back when I need the most. All the works there calm me down and a lot of art works there make me feel that I actually belong to somewhere. There, I reformed myself back to my trueself. My emotions are situated and most of all worries free. I wish I could stayed there longer however there's an art opening on the third floor and no matter all visitors are welcome but I really don't have mood to associate with other human beings. Therefore, I fled after I had a good look on the last painting on the second floor. I will go back there in a near future, just to appreciate all the beautiful works of art quietly.
Back to the car means I'm back to the reality and it's the last place that I want to be right now. I guess I don't have a choice or do I? I always tell people to go out, see the world blah blah blah but flankly to say I don't really like to go out no matter it sounds freaking contradicting to what I've said before. I think people have to look at things in two ways, pro and con. If I go out and bring stupid thoughts home...why go out? However, if I go out and be somewhere that i've long to be then yes that worths it! On the other hand, If I stay at home and get cranky over everything then I really need to get out but If I'm home and really be with myself then i cherish that moment.
I need good music, something that can make me fall asleep slowly not instantly. That piece of music needs to take me to my humble hut and when I wake up I wish I still could taste the waterfall and the smell of the wind.
......................................................
*PS. Awesome work by Pongsiri Kiddee.
The Joy of Birth and Mortality No.1
Silk Screen on Canvas, 140 X 190 cm.
(I wish I could take a picture to show you but unfortunately photographing is prohibited there)
So go there and witness the beauty of this fabulous work yourself
New Word: Tempera.
Today started off pretty slowly and very routinely. Sometimes I wish I could switch my life with other people just to see what it's like. I'm counting down for the day that I can call holidays. I just want to get away from this little place to somewhere else and not for a short time but for a while. I want to become a Zen priest, live in solitude and seperating myself from this shitty world. Having a small humble hut deep inside the forest by the big waterfall ..hmm..that's a real heaven on earth. A bowl of hot rice with a fish that you've just caught in the morning after a long shower underneath the waterfall is magical. Hermit and humble is a good combination for me now... and I'm long for it to come true.
I guess it only exists in my dream not in the real stupid life. The reality is ludicrous and I'm pretty sure that a lot of people would agree with me on that. Or else why do we have a word called 'surrealism' then? Isn't that because some people like me just want to get away from the physical existence. I'd prefer something distorted at least it makes life much more interesting that it is.
Today is not just stupid but unlucky as well. I sort of woke up early today so I can go to uni to get some books out for my assignment. Traffic in Bangkok is unimaginable and I do feel deeply sorry for my driver, two hours is just a joke to me! Anyhow, I reached the central library to retreive books but after less than 5 minutes since I set foot there I've been told that all the books that I wanted can't be taken out due to the renovation on the fourth floor. My luck probably deactivated itself or something because all the books that I wanted are all located on that floor. Okay I cool down a bit and ask the two nice librarians that maybe I can come back in one or two days to get it as my due date is on next Wednesday. I was traumatized after they said that 'oh it's going to take around one month for them to complete the renovation'. Two hours on the road for nothing. Wasting effort (get up early), time (me and my driver) and petrol (dad).
Walking back to the car with out acheiving anything is a disgrace. I didn't even have a mood to go home or eat or even think about anything. In that minute I thought that I need somewhere to retreate myself but where?!? The first thing that popped up is the Queen's Gallery and luckily it's on my way home. I spent most of my afternoon there, just to be somewhere by myself and appreciate things that I love the most, Arts. I have a strange feeling that this place always calls me back when I need the most. All the works there calm me down and a lot of art works there make me feel that I actually belong to somewhere. There, I reformed myself back to my trueself. My emotions are situated and most of all worries free. I wish I could stayed there longer however there's an art opening on the third floor and no matter all visitors are welcome but I really don't have mood to associate with other human beings. Therefore, I fled after I had a good look on the last painting on the second floor. I will go back there in a near future, just to appreciate all the beautiful works of art quietly.
Back to the car means I'm back to the reality and it's the last place that I want to be right now. I guess I don't have a choice or do I? I always tell people to go out, see the world blah blah blah but flankly to say I don't really like to go out no matter it sounds freaking contradicting to what I've said before. I think people have to look at things in two ways, pro and con. If I go out and bring stupid thoughts home...why go out? However, if I go out and be somewhere that i've long to be then yes that worths it! On the other hand, If I stay at home and get cranky over everything then I really need to get out but If I'm home and really be with myself then i cherish that moment.
I need good music, something that can make me fall asleep slowly not instantly. That piece of music needs to take me to my humble hut and when I wake up I wish I still could taste the waterfall and the smell of the wind.
......................................................
*PS. Awesome work by Pongsiri Kiddee.
The Joy of Birth and Mortality No.1
Silk Screen on Canvas, 140 X 190 cm.
(I wish I could take a picture to show you but unfortunately photographing is prohibited there)
So go there and witness the beauty of this fabulous work yourself
New Word: Tempera.
A water-based paint that uses egg, egg yolk, glue, or casein as a binder. Many commercially made paints identified as tempera are actually gouache.A water-based paint that uses egg, egg yolk, glue, or casein as a binder. Many commercially made paints identified as tempera are actually gouache.
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