It's Sunday morning...

13 April 2008
"It's Sunday morning......" Dewi chanted. It was the beginning of continuous chanting ngga jelas for the next three days and a half.

Yea, it's Sunday morning now. Hari minggu terpanas di Bangkok, 41 derajat di malam sebelumnya, and getting hotter this afternoon, for sure. The news said it's gonna be 43!

And we hit the town right away, boating along the Chao Phraya river, Temple of Dawn Arun Wat and the Grand Palace. And, excuse me.... it sounds like "it's sunday morning..." yeah madam, it's sunday morning now. Would you stop that plii......

Anyway...

The heat makes me tired. Back to the hotel, Astera Sathorn, collecting scattered energy for another days to come. In the evening still I heard "it's sunday morning......." oh no no... it's almost midnight madam, plii.....

Wake up in the morning another day and it heard like "it's sunday morning......"
Oh it's a definite NO. It's Wednesday and we're on Phi Phi Island. It's ain't Sunday morning no more madam, plii.......

What it tells about dream

You got a dream, you got to protect it.
People can't do something themselves, they want to tell you that you can't do it.
You want something? Go get it!

And myself would say, good dreamers sleep less.
Indeed.

Reconnaisance Resurgence

It's been almost a year I am away, from myself.
Damn, it's a year dude... what have I been doing?

Many things happened. But one thing for sure, I am still here and writing :) People come and go off my life, but some remains, and bring stories.

I myself is a story. :)