Less Color More Love

Yesterday I walked out of what very well could have been he best lecture I have yet to experience here at Chula. I couldn’t help but want to keep the goodness in my life rolling.
So after grabbing a quick bit to eat, I headed to the underground train. As heading back home would simply bring me back down.
My destination? Only the place I most enjoy.
Coffee Alley in the Garden

Days when I need to relax, get away from it all, or get some work done, you can find me under the trees enjoying a cup of tea.

I walked down familiar steps, yet was greeted by an unfamiliar face. As I got down to the bottom of the steps, all I could see were two big eyes, of a child staring at me. Theres an innocence in the eyes of a child that cannot be forgotten.
Her mother sound asleep, yet she was up. Just looking around at the busy life surrounding her. After a couple of seconds of just observing, something hit me.  I pulled out my wallet and camera almost simultaneously.  As I pulled out the pink 100 Baht bill, I saw her eyes light up.
A smile that could melt the heart of any person.

I couldn’t help but be memorized by her presence. Soon all around me saw it as well.
Passer-by’s were stopping, looking at me, then to her and I saw a smile emerge as people realized what was happening. People all around couldn’t help but stop and enjoy the sight of her.

It brough joy to me to see her, to see all the people around get a little warmth from it. As things like this spread like wildfire.

Her photos are worth 1,000 words.

No only can deny that seeing a face like hers warms up the soul.

As I walked home many hours later, I passed her by once again. Only this time to find her mother awake and food in their hands.
As I walked past, both her and her mother looked up at me, almost as if she knew it was me who had handed her daughter that money. She said nothing. Just the look in her eye and the smile said it all.
I gave her a grin. Waved good-bye. And went on my way.

It’s these little things in life.

A Lack of Color

Its 3 AM.
After being inside the house for more than 24 hours, I realized that I needed a bit of fresh air.
After feeling nauseous and sick the whole night before, I spent my Sunday doing almost nothing. I spent a good deal of time on the couch under a blanket, then found myself going to bed at 3PM.

When I find myself sick, everything seems to lose its luster.
All around me is a bit more dull.

A Lack of Color.
With the recent news of the terrible floods in Bangkok, I have been asked by many how I am dealing with it.
The flood has still not reached here, but people have defiantly prepared for the worst.
Here are some photos I have been accumulating for the last week or so, of the flood and preparations.

An unexpected group of models I found on the underground train, while on my way to school.

 

 

 

Somethings are just more accurately depicted with A Lack of Color.

 

As I walk through the door I am set into a conundrum of feelings. The beauty of life outside the door excites me. And pure disgust awaits me, as I realize that I fell victim to marketing of the golden arches last night.

A day full of surprises and thoughts. I find myself almost living at school on Wednesdays, as I have class from 9 and get home past 7pm.

With my cavemanesk look, and having herbivore dietary restrictions has made me god friends with the cooks in Bangkok. I no longer need to tell them vegetarian, I simply walk up, and they know.

Clear skies in Bangkok have been contributing to my overly moist clothing.

A symbol, an icon, a revolutionary.

As time goes by, you come to realize that your life is nothing more than the people you surround it with.

Meet Sven. Our newest addition to the team. Brazilian born and raised, student from Germany, studying in Bangkok.

 

 

 

 

As I went through the pictures from last night I couldn’t help but love them all.

Although it is quite a picture “heavy” post, I thought it made up for my couple days of absence.

Surround yourself with people, and live everyday as if it were your last.

Shades of Gray

Life is never black nor white.Never right nor wrong. Always shades of gray.

Monday night was a time of laughs. Of fun and excitement. Of new friends and old. And as always definite shades of gray.

Soon after taking a couple of pictures, I found myself in front of the camera instead of behind it.

The photographer for the night.