Life in Parallel Frames

There is somewhere I could hide my happiness and sadness during a two years stay in a very colourful and peceful town. That is a paint-brush and a paper with blocks on it to rander all my emotion with colours. If our life be straight lines paralle to each other never intertwine, there is still an enormous attraction for all of us that might be like a hurricane or a black hole.

ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚ ႏွင္႔ ဒဂၤါးျပား

ေ၀း ကြာမွဳေတြရဲ့ နိဒါန္းကို ၿငိမ္းခ်မ္းျခင္း ရဲ့ အစလို႔ လမ္းခြဲမွာ ငါတို႔ သတ္မွတ္ၾကတယ္ ဆိုပါစို႔ ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚေရ…. မၿငိမ္းခ်မ္း လည္းရိွပါေစ 

A Homeless Evening

There is not a single star, where will be the moon?
Not a piece of cloud, where will be the cover from glare?
Please not a single bird,
for there is a pair of teary eyes with full of expectation.
Where will be my hide-out?
Some say that a heor just roam around,
May I not be a hero.
May I be a bird who can go back home for every single flight.
Even the flowers in my mother's garden will cry
if I don't have a place to lie.
Please, all the lullabies come to me,
for a girl longing for home.

The Flame of the Forest

To the Horizon

In the lexicon of youth, there is hope, ambition and eagerness. I had loaded these in my back-pack and started my journey to look for the truth of life. The beginning of the journey is somewhere in my childhood. The line between youth and childhood

Once In the High School

In the rain we walked with friends holding hands in hands. Breathing songs into our souls. Learning the world. I realized now that it was just a white sheet of paper. No ideas about life but I was lucky enough to be a student whom was taught to achieve so many things in a short time.

Last Sketch with an Old Friend

It was a long time that I did not get a chance to draw sketches with the small ink pen received as a present from a colleague friend. Yesterday, I was in sorrow that I was trying to clean my room. I found out that little ink pen and remember the days that she and I painted with that little ink pen together in Yangon Institute of Economics. We were sometimes painting in our lecture books.

Hope of the Night

When I took that picture, I felt sincerity. It was at the King's Birthday in the Chiang Mai University Campus. Everyone around me was laughing, bustling and enjoying the exhibition and the local markets. Gazing the beautiful handicrafts that sale on the small shop, I thought when my country would be peaceful like this. When will people in my country be able to enjoy the celebrities and festivals peacefully and contentedly?

Why Do People Pretend?

(This post is the response to 'The Art of Pretending' from http://hanthitnyeim.isgreat.org/ )

Human is a social animal, that we pretend. We pretend because we need to pretend. Even the animals change their color or habit when it is needed for their survival. There are so many plausible answers for pretending. Sometimes, we pretend that we are wicked, cunning. Sometimes, we pretend because it is necessary that we want to be polite.

တတ္သမွ် မွတ္သမွ်

ဦးဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္ရဲ႕ Tag ခ်က္အား မအားသည့္ၾကားမွ တုန္႔ျပန္ျခင္းျဖစ္ပါသည္။ ကိုယ္႔ရဲ႕နာမည္ ............ ပန္းပံုျပင္ ကိုယ္ကိုသူငယ္ခ်င္းေတြကဒီလိုေခၚတယ္ ............. ပံုျပင္ [သို႔] အဖြားႀကီး (ပံုျပင္ေတြေျပာလြန္းလို႔) ကိုယ္ဒီမွာေနတယ္............ ေျမႏွင့္ မိုးၾကား ကိုယ္႔ဆီဖုန္းဆက္ခ်င္ရင္............

Life in Chinag Mai (1)

When I came to Chiang Mai, there was nobody come and fetch me at the bus station. I did not know where to go. There was only one map that I got from the bus. I could tell the red cub driver to go to Chiagn Mai University in Thai, " Pai Mahawittayalai Chiang Mai". I did not even know how Chiang Mai looks alike. I did not know how to go to my friend's apartment either. My friend did not know how to tell me to come to him. At that moment, there was no divination in me to expect that it would be a city I would have to stay for a bout two years

Under the Sky

The rain was coming. It was a day in May. I was on the Bridge of River Kew looking to the clouds I love. I was missing the clouds I used to see in Laydaung Kan Village, near the Yangon Institute of Economics. I watched the clouds of May in the open field

A Squid Story

Even an elephant can changed into the bag of bones. 


A train heading toward Kanchanaburi, near the "River Kwe Bridge", Thailand.

There is something embedded in my heart whenever I see a squid. It has been a thorn of bereft since two years ago. It was a day in December 2006, I was walking on a busy street of Bangkok with one of my friend. My mind was strayed on the steps of so many people passing by.

The Light of Friendship

Light itself is amazingly beautiful. Sometimes, I overlooked the place I am haunted already. I was going around everywhere as my soul lead. I went to far away places to take beautiful pictures but I did not see the beauty of the way I was walking everyday for about a year.

Dream Heart

In my list of traveling places, there is a place in my five top most list. It is Bagan. Like every Myanmar people, I love Bagan too. May be I would have a different reason. When I went to Bagan for the first time, I was six.

Dream of Past

I took this picture in a morning of January 2008 on the way to go up the Doi Suthep Mountain. It was misty and cold when I went up the mountain. I went to school after going to the tample at Doi Suthep.

At that time, I missed my childhood