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.

Enriching and Preserving

If colours are made to be attractive, how about this... but.... If I were choose to be a flower, I would rather be white that anyone can put any colour they would desire and be peaceful. But in a culture........

The Mount Popa of Myanmar

Mount Popa, an extinct volcano in Kyaukpadaung, near Bagan. 

Thailand at the Cross-Road

When shall we be able to vow this for our country? Where is peace and negotiation? The paper flag in the above picture is a remain of the Thai Anti-government Protesters who demonstrated near the Nawarat Bridge in Chiang Mai, on 3rd September 2008. It went on peacefully and smoothly.

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?

Freedom and Right

I write this post because these two words had been giving me a headache ten years ago. I was thinking about weather they are different or the same. If they are different, which one we should get first?Which is more important or immediate need to us? What can contribute more for the development, freedom or right? Whenever I have to choose something, I was thing according to these two poles.

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.