When I am very sick, lying on my bed, I feel like I am leaving my body. I do not feel my legs and my arms. I feel my chest and my head, however. They seem to be the anchors that keep me from levitating, flying, vanishing out of this body. Sometimes I close my eyes and I feel like I see things underneath, in between and beyond the darkness.

When this happens, I appear to travel at very fast speeds in worlds I cannot comprehend or describe. Everything changes its own shape extremely quickly. At some point, aggressive, repeating images keep coming back and I have to open my eyes and rid my mind of this madness.

When I am very sick, lying on my bed, I often feel like I am very skinny or very fat. When I dream, I experience violent and disturbing events. They become so disturbing that they wake me up.

Sometimes, when I think of these moments, I feel like something is desperately trying to use this feeble state of mine in order to do something to me. I have the feeling that some sort of entity, a being, is attempting to do me harm. I cannot explain it even to my own self, but it seems obvious in some way or another. There is something evil that is fueled with envy and hatred towards us.

I have now started to read ‘Calvin for Armchair Theologians,’ by Christopher Elwood. I have to admit that I come to this book with a very doubtful attitude. The front cover illustration of John Calvin and the many ‘comic-like’ illustrations throughout the book worry me. I just don’t get a sense that this book is a serious treatment of John Calvin. That is the impression that presents when just looking at the book – I hope to be proven wrong for having ‘judged a book by its cover.’ The illustrations in the book are by Ron Hill, who is apparently a freelance illustrator and cartoonist.

I have to admit that the ‘armchair theologian’ part of the title also gives me a poor impression of the book – it sort of gives me the picture of a guy who loves to watch sport on the TV while sitting in his armchair, while not really taking the sport seriously in his actual life – has nothing to do with it in reality, in that he doesn’t play sport. This is the idea that ‘armchair theologian’ paints for me, which is an approach to theology that is far removed from the Bible’s idea of involvement with the truth.

But, as I said, I hope to be proven wrong for having ‘judged a book by its cover.’

The last 3 nights have been really good! She has slept from about 7:30 to 5:30 each night, when she wakes at 5:30 I fed her and then she went back to sleep until sometime between 8:00 and 8:30. I have come to realize that I can’t really ask for much more at this point I have decided to just keep the 5:30 am feeding and let her eliminate it on her own as I am sure that she will; over the last few days she has creeped closer and closer to 6:00 anyway. Honestly, I have to admit too that I would rather get up at 5:30 to feed her and go back to sleep until 8:00, than get up for the day at 6:30 or 7:00, selfish mommy decision. Well I guess it wasn’t fully my decision, this is what is working for her and we decided to go with it- don’t they call that a babyled schedule, lol! Whatever, it works, we are sleeping and we are all pretty happy (excuse me while I go to knock on some wood).

Happy indeed!

We are at day 36 for anyone who was curious. 36 days! All the information you read on infant sleep training says it takes about 2 weeks, what planet are those people on- the planet where they still give their babies rum to help them sleep through the night (do not try that at home!). Honestly, I think that all of these programs need to give us the gory details because it is debilitating to only hear about the “winning successes” of some assholes that you don’t even know. Yes, I called those people assholes, that’s how angry it makes me, lol. I want to hear a story about how hard it was on one family and that it took them 8 weeks, because maybe that will make me feel better when we hit day 36. I think that they are setting you up to quit if they don’t paint a realistic picture. You are going to think oh well this isn’t working… the thing I found interesting about the sleepsense program’s follow along manual (where you chart your progress), was that there were 30 pages for charting 30 days of “progress.” So why is there space for 30 days if it takes 2 weeks. Yes they tell you in all of the programs that every baby is different and that two weeks is an average- well tell us the worst case scenario too, not just the two week situations.

I think I have finally (knock again on wood) solved the protesting at bedtime thing. A few weeks ago we were not letting Everly have a third nap, we just would let her stay up until it was time for the bedtime routine. Some nights this meant that she was already up for 3.5 hours before she went to bed. She is usually ready to sleep after 2 hours during the day, so that kind of gives you an idea about how tired she might be! I thought that her being more tired would make her fall asleep faster, yeah no, did not work that way. What I have found is that starting bedtime routine 1.5 hours after she has been away is the hot ticket. She is just tired enough at bedtime, not so overtired that she is wound up and can’t relax into a deep sleep. We stumbled upon this haphazardly when we went out for dinner and noticed she went to bed better, so the third nap is back and in full effect!

Speaking of naps, they are going great also (make this the third knock on wood!). We put her down and she falls asleep quickly. It’s all about timing for Everly, not so much about sticking to the same schedule. I wait until that 2 hour mark hits and just feed her and put her down and she sleeps. Usually it’s a 30 minute power nap, but these past 2 days she has had a couple 1 hour naps. It amazes me how little recharging she needs in order to be ready to go again!

Happy wake ups!

She is so close to being mobile! She does the commando Mowgli crawl (elbows on the floor, toes on the floor and legs and tummy in the air) and will push herself backwards. She gets on her knees and on her hands, but not always together in one coordinated movement, lol! I am not encouraging it right now, but her dad is and you can’t stop development, so it’s just going to happen.

Getting ready to take off!!!

We have also noticed that she has become a music lover. We bought her a little piano and xylaphone and maracas and she just plays with them all day long. As soon as she hears music her face lights up and she just gives ‘er, it’s too funny to watch (which you could HERE and HERE). We have been told that she will be a musician, I think it might be a tad early to plan our retirement on her rock star paychecks, but who knows, I did play a lot of RockBand and SingStar when I was pregnant, lol!

Linus

We had her 6 month well baby check up today! She was in the 90th percentile for her height and the 75th percentile for her weight, not to shabby baby! When she was born she was in the 25th percentile for her height and the 50th percentile for her weight, so she has done A LOT of growing. The doctor was very happy with her health and development so far, she was impressed by her skills thus far- every mother wants to hear that! So right now I am feeling pretty good about my job as a mom so far and I am so proud of Everly! To check your baby’s growth click here, that calculator is American though, am not sure if that makes a difference but it might, I think it’s handy regardless

Chubby monkey!

Do we need to make this distinction?

Since our ability to transfer our point-of-view to others not as a theory, but as commonsense allows them to accept our ideas with greater ease, I’d say yes, it helps to understand the distinction.

So what is theory? And what is commonsense?

We tend to associate theory with thoughts at our desks and in academic institutions; and commonsense with the field where the action lies. Hence, commonsense differs from theory by its practical essence.

Theory is what Boyle’s Law in physics is to me – I don’t know it for a fact; it’s what my schoolbook had said. That pressure and volume are inversely proportional.

Commonsense, on the other hand, is something I’ve experienced – a thing I’ve always known.

 The fact that wheels go round – We’ve all seen bottle caps, hula hoops, car wheels roll along.

 The fact that airplanes fly – We’ve always seen them fly.

 The fact that fire burns the finger – We’ve experienced it or felt the heat.

Today, these are irrefutable facts. There was a time when believing in them would have been foolish. It takes us years of seeing things with our own eyes and living with them to accept them as common sense; or be born with them – like wheels and planes.

Or experience them – like the child that must burn its finger before it stops putting the finger in the fire – or go close enough to the heat to see the commonsense.

Until then, your words of caution are just so much theory to it. And theories are meant to be tested. Or left as theories until proven right.
On the other hand, people rarely put commonsense to the test. It’s considered foolish to do so.

Inside your Domain – Outside your Domain
This fact is applicable to your domain too. Commonsense isn’t universal. Let’s say you are a professional in marketing, finance, human resource, operations. Or a writer, painter, doctor, musician.

Your domain understanding is full of commonsense to you since you’ve experienced it, lived with it. It is theory to others because they haven’t lived with it.

If you don’t pause a moment to understand this fact, it becomes a battlefield of you vs them. Inside your domain vs outside your domain.
Understanding this helps you create a bridge.

So the next time you try to convince your boss, colleague, daughter or husband about the commonsense involved in your point-of-view, step back a moment. And ask yourself, “Is this commonsense to them?

Now ask yourself a second question, how do you convince them of the validity of your commonsense within your domain? Flip it and ask yourself, when would you believe a new thing as commonsense?

Going through the experience is a long, expensive, time-consuming task and all you have is a short half hour or a presentation in which to take them through it. The only significant way is to experience it vicariously – with irrefutable examples, and numbers that cannot be ignored; not as an opinion. It helps us transfer our own experience to others in an acceptable form.

Proving the Commonsense
The acceptance comes about when your examples and imagery are –

1. Tangible – If the results are hard to ignore

2. Immediate – The effect is immediate and

3. Consistent – I can see it happening time after time.

If the effect takes years to show up, if it’s as intangible as emotions, and if it lacks in consistency, there’s a high probability it will not become commonsense to the other.

So pick up tangible, immediate, consistent examples and show the commonsense through them.

But, will others sense the common sense once you’ve made this effort?
Maybe yes. But in at least half the instances, maybe not.

Remember that it’s nothing against you, your knowledge or your capability. More likely than not, it is discarded if it threatens their thinking – if it challenges rather than confirms their thinking.
That’s the theme for the next post.

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If I  were to flirt with  the idea of flirting with him, I would first thank MokcikNab for the pantuns and the beautiful translation. Well, not that he can’t read bahasa. He is probably the only man with hazel eyes in the whole wide world that can say, “Maaf, bahasa saya tak berapa bagus,” in perfect bahasa. And it was both his eyes and his tak-berapa-bagus bahasa that actually changed my tea heart to coffee!

But I am not going to. Flirt with the idea of flirting with him, that is. I don’t do the flirting thing anymore. Not since the year 1999, at least. With the knowledge I have about myself, breaking a heart is too heart-breaking for me to do. Afterall, even my heart is in its work-in-progress mode. But someday, he needs to know that there is a book written from the strength that the images of him had given me. Someday, he will have a page dedicated to his green sofas and his orange cat. And oh his hanging owls too! But that someday is not today.

And then, if I were to seriously flirt with the idea of flirting with him… I would send him these pantuns:

Dari mana punai melayang
Dari sawah turun ke kali
Dari mana datangnya sayang
Dari mata turun ke hati

From whence flies the dove
From the fields and down the brook
From whence flows the love
To the heart from just one look

Dari mana hendak ke mana
Tinggi rumput dari padi
Tahun mana bulan mana
Hendak kita berjumpa lagi

Tell me where you go from here
The grass grows taller than the padi grain
Tell me the month, tell me the year
When you and I shall meet again

From: MokcikNab

But then, these were just thoughts I flirted with back then. The thoughts that got me through the nights of counting beads of tears. The thoughts that got me through the days of counting beads of prayers. For Mom, for me and for me Monchies. The thoughts that were wordless then as they all went into healing my heart. I am still one good work in progress. Wish me love and luck, that with my tak-berapa-bagus bahasa, I will have a book of heartful words.

Today’s suggestion was about self defence and was especially aimed at females – which makes sense because women are attacked more than men, which greatly concerns me.

I’m not particularly interested in taking a self-defence course myself, but I certainly would encourage women to do so.

A response to reading ‘365 Ways to Change the World,’ by Michael Norton

I know you can dig holes. Grab a shovel, dig hole upon hole under the desert sun. The night comes and you don’t have a foothold. I know that. I’ve felt that. Some people dig potholes, though, which worries me.

If you take a shovel and dig, you’ll eventually dig into night. After the Sun sets, the storm comes, and then the Sun reappears. When the dust scatters, you can pull yourself to the top again.

Makes sense, right?

Well, what about when people dig holes they can’t get out of? Permanent potholes deep under cities, where sewers rage, and manhole covers chip and clang when cars pass overhead. Rusted ladders that crumble with a touch of your fingertip. And no one to hear you scream.

What happens when you trip and fall into a pothole? Do you just drift below for centuries in the gloom, never knowing the Sun’s path across the sky or the cycles of the moon? When you raise your hand to push aside the cover, do you just fall back down?

Maybe, if you try hard enough, you can slide your head out and see the Sun, smell the orchids, breathe the world. If the right car drives past you, and you take it to the center of town, maybe you’ll be out of the cage at last.

But I guess that really just depends on how strong you build your ladders.

I ended up with my own Roses Are Red poem because I could not quite agree with its ‘Violets are blue’ logic. Violets, to me, are not really that blue. They are reddish blue, perhaps. But not blue blue. Or true blue. Blue and red equally. Purple perfectly. And of course purple is a mix of red and blue. Violets are logically, literally, and therefore should be literature-ly purple. Not blue. I stood to have been corrected by myself, thank you very much. And now I stand to be corrected by anyone who dares to correct me with a better correctness than mine.

This is my blog, lest you forget.

I began changing it by first mental-scanning for a word that rhymes with sweet. It would have been nice to keep some of the poem’s original sense. And then I recalled Kitreena’s artwork today of a hummingbird. She spelled bird as b.r.d.e. Hmmm… oookayyy, let’s tweet the birdie shall we? And then I found this fancy post-it with a bird. Call it karma or sutra, I must have been a bird in my past life. And so I saw the blue skies. Blue violets can be on somebody else’s notes then. Haven’t got the blues for ya, violets!

‘Sugar is sweet.’ Sugar? That is such a processed sweetness. Can’t we have something a little bit more natural here? Like honey! I honestly think it goes better with birds, skies and all. Honey from bees, bees and birds fly, and they like clear blue skies as well. Plus, I don’t wanna be thinking of that sugar refinery in Felda Mukim Chuping or of a packet of Gula Prai when I get to the ‘Sugar is sweet, and so are you’ part in the poem!

Well, as you can see… I went through quite a bit of a thought-process for such a simple note for Kitreena. And oh yes, she is on the second rerun of her spaghetti boxed lunch from home. I made Spaghetti Carbonara but with some fresh chopped tomatoes and pickled artichokes the other day. Mama mia! Tanto gusto. Tutto belissimo. Abiss ito. Massu tido. Mmmuuuaaahhh! Buona notte, mia colibri!

Original version:

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
and so are you.

This is one of my favorite bombs right here! fresh syle and a bad ass spot. siicckk.

Okay, so someone commented on my first post. My first comment! And they seem to know all about the Soul Sense Connection. At least enough to make me feel stupid. But are they going to tell me about it? No. They’re going to ambiguous and tell me that I’m doing something wrong. I tried to figure out the clues, but I;m sorry, I’m not any good at riddles. But it is good to know that the whole thing is more than a random prank or social experiment. There is something more out there. A lot supposedly if someone is mentioning twitter acounts and cryptic webpages. Maybe if that someone could tell me a bit more about their own involvement with the mystery. Maybe just point me in the right direction.

Or I could just keep on wondering what on earth those clues are about and keep my mouth shut and stop complaining. That is an option. But I am new to all of this, and I was just hoping there was an easy explanation. Apparantly the mystery just keeps going. I just need a few more details to be motivated to hunt this thing. But give me a bit of time and I’m going to die of curiosity, at which point I will throw myself into it and actually solve the first clues.

In other news, one of the other guys who found a letter contacted me the other day. We had exchanged numbers at the meet-up spot. He says that I should contact his friend who actually solves mysteries as a hobby. I didn’t know there was such a thing. At least, I didn’t think there were very many mysteries to solve unless you’re dealing with crimes or philosophy which can’t really be solved anyway. But supposedly there are internet mysteries. I don’t what they would lead to. Secret societies maybe. Or virtual communities of hackers and pirates who manipulate media and work on overthrowing major corporations. Okay. So I did some major research. But this is not like that at all. So I don’t think I will contact this guy. I think I will try to figure those clues out on my own. Because I retrieved the letter from the lamp post. I was pulled into this by the words on that scrap piece of paper. I chose to show up and take that first step out of the ordinary.

And to the anonymous commenter, consider this a challenge. Who can solve the clues first? I’m on it. Are you?

After my last blog I started thinking about the other ways we remember. I talked about sound, and sight, and taste, but actually we use all our senses to remember.

So using this, I will use the senses to remember a memory in my video. I haven’t decided to use a real memory of my own, or to use someone else, or to make one up, imagine a future memory or to actually make a new memory and capture me making that memory though my senses.

I have made a video before which is about senses (in away), but its about when we loose a sense, or are loosing it, but relies on the viewer having the ‘lost’ sense to understand and experience the video:

I love the aesthetics of this film, and how its capturing a memory.

Memory from shaya mokarremi on Vimeo.

Memory Bank 120390a from Karen Abad ♥s Dinosaurs. on Vimeo.

We were also shown Karen Abads Vimeo channel in our seminar, and focused on her “Memory Bank’ videos. She describes them as “visual journals”

She said if she could describe this video in a diary it would say:

“Dear Diary,
I hung out with my best friend and we jumped around. It was fun.
-Karen”

Reinforcing that sometimes its better to capture memories visually, rather than written down. And when you think about it, even when you write a memory in a diary, when you read it back you don’t remember the memory by looking at the memory, you would remember writing that memory visually. I hope that made sense.

This was one of my first ever spoken word pieces….enjoy

I vibe off a thought try to write a little poetry
Wont put my name on it but still you know it’s me
Subject, flow, timing, vocabulary
Hints of emotion, lo and behold you know it’s me

The plain and simple
The unspectacular
Till I fight into your senses
With adjectives to back me up
Against a wall of truth
I survive on the unseen eternal fruits

You see I have an underground vineyard
Everything I produce connoisseurs wanna sample the
Laboured for fruits of my youth
In a quake off the Richter scale my roots wouldn’t move
And I have nothing to prove for I’m that deep

Reluctantly fashionable I only work for big companies yet its not big company I keep
And I hold real not prototyped hyped new age beliefs

I am the topside of a chocolate digestive
Provoking gluttonous lusts yet the most resisted
So I take calculated risks if victory exists
And at the site of beauty I just lick my lips
For its just its…
The don king of moments
The little bit of crazy that everyone goes with

The versatile black that flows with any outfit
Make gold look good
Softly spoken realist
Spiritual apprentice
I was bought by love
Will never be rented
I AM

Shadows of a Future Unknown

The new moon hidden in Scorpio’s sky,
starlight clears a path before it’s obscured.
She is lost within shadows, cast aside;
a darkness now surrounds that memory.

She wanders, listening to the sounds as
sense and fantasy battle within her.
Is there one path right for her – or for him?
Do they cross anywhere but in the past?

Soft declarations echo in her dreams,
she recalls her heart’s plea… never too late…
and wonders when she stopped believing it.
Each step forward a painful reminder,
a wound she thought healed, being reopened.
With the future unknown, she keeps breathing.

Siobhan
11-20-2009

If you are interested in future technology, I highly recommend this video. It’s about 14 minutes long, but it is well worth it.

http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html

Enjoy!

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Si chiama Trojan Droid (non un gran bel nome in effetti) ed è un nuovo firmware per magic 32a e 32b con interfaccia sense.

Sembra molto carino esteticamente e risulta anche leggermente più reattivo rispetto agli altri firmware Sense.

Tutte le info a questo link: QUI

Fonte: Androidworld

If anyone knows anything about the Soul Sense Connection please contact me immediately! If we share our knowledge, we may both be able to grow closer to discovering the meaning behind it. Chances are though, you don’t know what it is. Because believe me, I have researched and searched for it all over the internet and haven’t found anything. But here is what I do know:

On November 12, this really strange thing happened to me. I found a piece of paper taped to the top of a lamp post. My friends and I could tell that it had lots of writing on it. So for fun, I climbed the lamp post. I got the paper down and we all read what it said. It was written to whoever happened to read it, kind of like a message in a bottle idea. It talked about something called the Soul Sense Connection. Like it was not just a thing, but an actual group or something. And then it included some really obscure clues. I still don’t know what those are about. But anyway, it then asked me to meet at noon on the 13th at this place downtown.

So my friends thought it was just some prank. At least, they joked about it being a blind date or some initiation to some cult or something. But I couldn’t not show. The letter was written in a really interesting way and said I would just meet some strangers. So when I get there, there are two people standing on this balcony. And the balcony is really just a landing between stairs really. But I walk up there not knowing whether these people have anything to do with the letter. And then I find out that they came for the same reason. They each found letters lying around. So I wonder what the hell is going on, right, someone is probably laughing to themselves from some nearby window. It’s stupid though. Why would some make up such an elaborate prank just to waste some people’s time?

But that’s not how it goes. Because I introduce myself to these two others and then a third shows.  We all have the same letter. And we kind of share stories, where we found them etc., and then nothing happens. So then one of them says screw it and goes to leave. And that’s when this other guy, Tim, notices that there are two small letters on the back of his. So I check mine and I have two letters as well. But mine are different. I’ve got ‘VE’. He’s got ‘IN’.

So we check all the others and think maybe they’ve got to be ordered in some way. So the other two are ‘LO’ and ‘SP’.

So we went through a few combinations, but all I can think of is SPIN LOVE. At least, I am rather certain the LO and VE go together. Would make sense. So then that’s it. We stand around and wonder. But now I feel like nothing’s happening cause it’s my fault. There’s some riddle here and we just can’t make it out. Anyway though, the others leave cause they have to go places, but I hang around because I’m wondering about the weird clues that were in the message that had something to do with the meeting place. I want to know what the hell it’s all about. And I know there’s more.

And it didn’t occur to me until a few days later that I bet there were missing letters. I mean, not everyone who finds a piece of paper somewhere is going to follow its instructions! So I think there were some missing. Now, I don’t expect those missing letters to show up on this blog. The chances of that are just far too slim. But, I think that this whole event has happened before elsewhere. There are two many clues that just hint at more.

So if anyone has indeed herd about the Soul Sense Connection, I want to know what you know. And I will share the letter I got. Maybe someone can figure out what those clues are about. Cause I’m stumped. And I don’t know if anything will come from this, but I am stumped and thought I should post this somewhere online and hope for more information. So here it is:

Justifying to my best friend why I chose to bare my life and its personal details in my writing… I said, “So that people who enjoy talking about me will have an easy access to a reference, Cik Nan. If they have any doubt about a ’story’, they can always refer to my blog and be anchored by my truth, my version. They can create and have their own addition to their edition. But my truth matters to me. I am, afterall, a reliable source for my stories.”

I have grown wise enough to not deny the fact that people talk. About me, and behind me. Not many will care enough to talk to me about me. People don’t only talk. They judge too. And that is perfectly human. I am not worried. For all I know, I have done that too, against my preference, principle and consent. As none of us is an island, we keep rubbing against each other for lessons, for comfort, for entertainment and sometimes for a challenge!

So if you caught yourself talking about me, do know that I know you’re talking about me. Whichever version, yours or mine, is fine by me. Just make sure the other person you are talking to knows that Enida’s Version is available on Questa e Enida before anybody starts judging a me.

Postlude:

I just learned a new word today:
gavel = a judge’s hammer

Life, in many ways have different meaning and everybody has a different answer for it. I for one have not truly found the purpose of life, am slowly getting there, but come to a realization that the older I get, the more individual people around become. No more are the times where yum-cha and organizing group gathering is really just a phone call a way. Nowadays, it’s many many phone call just to be able to talk to 1 person. Life isn’t the same anymore, but in it’s own unique way, you don’t want it to be the same.

Sure there was good times, last time, but a lot of people have forgotten that you are suppose to change the way you enjoy life base on the way your friends and situation around you change. I know many of you all who yearns to do something different as they get older, but they are all just waiting for someone to make the initiation. I know lots who wants to do lots, but at the same time unable to make the commitment to do so. I know lots who when given early advance notice, says they are unable to commit to the time, and those who when given too soon notice, say they are unable to be spontaneous, and those who been asked to go for an activity don’t want to go, only to say that they wished they had. I understand where they are coming from. Although we have control of our time, most of the time, we don’t have control of it…I myself is guilty of complaining that no one invites me to anything, only to turn down the invites when it comes in. Life IS definately NOT the same as before, but it doesn’t mean it’s CANNOT be as fun!

We are all human beings. We breath the same air, but we all don’t exhale at the same time… and really, the only way to do what you want nowadays, is either do it yourself, do it with your partner, or do it yourself. If we wait, often in times, we just realised that the years have passed, and it’s towards the end of the year, and then we will only have time to do 1 or 2 things. Often else, we will just be re-buried with work. Work work work… is that what life is really all about? Or is it a challenge to find that balance?

What’s this post actually about? I myself really don’t know, but what I know is that I often ask myself if I’m doing the right thing? Am I travelling too much? Partying too much? Maybe it’s time for the next step? To be more responsible? I don’t know…I need reasons to give myself excuse to do things. Nowadays it’s easier. I travel to capture the soul of the place in my lens. It’s my excuse to travel more, sort of a comfort feeling to give myself reason. This post is another reason.

I sometime think I’m too structured. I need reasons for every action, and every action must then be rewarded by a reason. Having a final goal is my reason. I work, I snap and I dance. Each have it’s own reason and final goal & destination. It gives me reason to continue life. Oh yes, I’m guilty for booking another trip. That’s 3 trip in 30-day span. I’m going to see if I should pursue my photography goal. I’m not sure whether I will like it or not, but so far, I’ve received alot of comments support from my friends. Yes, YOU. Thanks so much for giving me the encouragement to pursue my passions. I enjoy doing it, and your comments do give me strength. Thanks, and once again I’m not really sure what this post is about, and it really seems to be of something of really nothing..

Gió cuốn đi tháng năm dài đăng đẳng
Tình vẫn còn mà người chẳng thấy đâu
Hận trời xanh vô tình nhắm mắt
Chẳng chịu nghe chịu hỏi chịu trông
Mặc cho giông tố cuốn đi tình yêu chân thật
Khiến ta cuồng si, khiến nàng đau khổ
Mang trên vai gánh nặng tương tư
Người anh hùng vương vấn bởi nặng chữ tình
Nếu suốt đời bôn ba lặn lội
Mà vẫn không giữ được người tri kỷ hồng nhan
Thì dù cho có nắm được cả giang san
Vẫn cảm thấy xót xa ân hận
Muốn cho tỏ mặt anh tài
Lòng muốn khóc mãi mắt vẫn không rơi lệ
Rượu cạn rồi lại ngậm nỗi nhớ thương
Điều khó nhất trên đời là làm một trang nam tử
Ý chí vừng vàng mà tình cảm miên man

Na 5 jaar samenwerking van producers Arts The Beatdoctor, Sense en STW, gezamenlijk bekend als The Q4, en met gastartiesten als PAX, Unorthadox, Terryman en anderen, komt het album Sound Surroundings eindelijk uit op LP, CD en iTunes. Op 22 januari wordt de plaat uitgebracht op het Berlijnse label Project Mooncircle. Pre-orderen kan nu al, waar je er gratis een limited Q4 shirt bij krijgt! Ik zeg doen.

CD + shirt: € 15,95
LP + shirt: € 13,95

Title: เพียงพอ / Piang Por (Just Enough)
Artist: Potato
Album: Sense
Year: 2007

ชีวิตบางคนดิ้นรนจนเกินคำว่าพอดี
chee-wit baang kon din ron jon gern kam waa por dee
In some people’s lives, they struggle for more than enough
ที่มีก็ดูว่าน้อยอะไรได้มาก็ยังไม่ค่อยพอใจ
tee mee gor doo waa noi a-rai daai maa gor yang mai koi por jai
What they have seems too little, what they get is still not very satisfying

(*)ฉันอาจจะเป็นอย่างนั้นกำลังแข่งขัน แก่งแย่งชิงกันไป
chan aat ja bpen yaang nan gam-lang kaeng kan gaeng yaeng ching gan bpai
I might be like that, struggling and fighting with you
แต่เหตุที่ฉันไม่เป็นอย่างใคร
dtae het tee chan mai bpen yaang krai
But my reason is different than anyone else’s

(**)บังเอิญว่าฉันมีเธอ ก็เลยไม่เคยต้องการไขว่ขว้าอะไร
bang-ern waa chan mee ter gor loie mai koie dtong gaan kwai kwaa a-rai
Supposing I had you, I would never need to reach for anything else
ไม่ดิ้นให้ทรมานหวั่นไหวแค่หยุด และมั่นคงกว่าเดิม
mai din hai tor-ra-maan wan wai kae yoot lae man-kong gwaa derm
It wouldn’t stir up troubles, anxieties just stopped, and I’m more confident than before
ตั้งแต่ที่ฉันมีเธอ ก็รู้ว่าความต้องการหมดแล้วไม่มี
dtang dtae tee chan mee ter gor roo waa kwaam dtong gaan mot laew mai mee
Since I had you, I know my needs have ended
ไม่ต้องทะเยอทะยานแค่นี้ก็สุข
mai dtong ta-yer-ta-yaan kae nee gor sook
No need to aspire for anything more, just this is enough
ทุกวันแค่มีเธอ ฉันยังไงก็เพียงพอ
took wan kae mee ter chan yang ngai gor piang por
Every day, to just have you, regardless of anything, I’d be satisfied

ชีวิตบางคนวิ่งวนไม่เจอคำว่าพอดี
chee-wit baang kon wing won mai jer kam waa por dee
The lives of some people run in circles, never finding the word enough
เพราะมัวแต่มองที่หมายไกลๆ
pror mua dtae mong tee maai glai-glai
Because they’re just blindly looking for a distant target
ไม่เคยจะลองค้นหาข้างกาย
mai-koie ja long kon haa kaang gaai
Never trying to look next to them

(*, **, **)