วันจันทร์ที่ 27 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2553

Poem: The Horse and the Farm

The Horse and the Farm
The saddle I sat and you were beside.
The horse rout straight we have got smiles.
Laughter from your eyes liked me my child.
I memorized the scenes into my mind.
Dry leaves on the ground year by year,
The horse and the farm were here, but tears.
Clunks of clogs I even couldn't hear.
So I get on the road with fears.
Eternity the field wouldn't move, it's true.
Releasing, then looking something gone, hits me through.
A waterfall time went arid, the fish couldn't flow.
Grace and hair blew into the wind, it’s cruel.
The inception of grasses, water and flowers come.
The engine was working, but the garden still calm.
The evening, work's done, yet noises were settled on my palm.
You were back again the horse and I'll be always your farm.

Cinquain Pattern #2
Line1: A noun -Flood
Line2: Two adjectives -Extreme, Swift
Line3: Three -ing words -Floating, Flowing, Moving
Line4: A phrase -With slush goes along deluge
Line5: Another word for the noun – Destruction

Out of Assignment
The farm won't move to anywhere, no way
Four legs have scared its sigh
Whom love can't move, but stare
Legs walk, legs run leave bare
One day, is there any thread?
It is gone to try somewhere else
Know nothing about love beneath feet
Whom love grows grasses and constancy
to feed, making good wait for fate
The way whom love just abide
Man who is loved can fly
That the way of the horse and the farm.

Short Story : The Mom's Book

The Mom's Book
I have been spending my alone married time with Robe for four years. I decided to have a baby with him for the year of two. Robe is a man who really likes children, I noticed him usually looks out to the kids with his aura heart, kindness, warmth and joy in his eyes when we had a stroll in the park. He had never asked me about having a kid, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t brave enough, but he considered my time of age was to work as I have a good occupation and really love my job. He exactly learned that. One day, I determined to tell him that I was ready to have a kid for him. He was very surprised and exciting. We are getting old every day, especially Robe; he is older than me for twelve years and really cares of my sentiments. We love each other very much, it may sounds a normal thing to relationship of couples in general to say these sharing emotion for each other, and I think everyone can say those words anyway.We might not be special to the others in public,anyway we are absolutely special for each other.

I gave birth to a girl and named her Leona according to a girl who fortuned Robe and I meeting each other. Robe was extremely thrilled when he saw his daughter for the first time, but we had time looking after our daughter together for a year and half. Robe had to go to promote his new album in many countries, at least about six months he wouldn’t live with us. Our house is located in the same area with his parents and his daughter’s family. He had been touring week by week and had no time to rest as much as he needs, so if he had a week brake, he usually asked me to come home and I usually said “No” and “We really meet you too, but your responsibilities are there, your fans have been waiting for you for a long time. Take a rest and be inspirational of your music for them.” In the other hand, my heart was full of tears to tell him until we finished the line. I could wait undoubtedly, in contrast it was pretty hard for me too. In fact, it is our live that we are usually separated because of our work. I also work in abroad and cannot come home often as much as he does his tours.

Leona was tottering, trying to walk and saying something easy words in progress. I told Robe to chat with us on the chatting online where we could see what another was doing if he had a free day. I was cooking for lunch time while Leona was busy at her toys in front of her father watching from the laptop. The cooking was done and I turn back to Leona while she left her toys to the laptop screen with her hands were touching on it and saying something like talking to her father. She looked interested in the things in front of her. I happened to know how hard living far away from what we love, especially, Robe and us,Leona was his blood and heart. Robe’s eyes were almost tears, I saw it, remembered clearly, Leona call him "daddy", obviously it made her father wanted to return home the most.

When Robe came back home, sooner I had to go to my work. Of course, he didn’t really want me to go immediately. The schedule of my work was five months and I wouldn’t get a chance to cerebrate Christmas day and New Year with them. My birthday date is about the beginning of year. Robe called me throwing the party together with our family and would stay for one week with me of his plan, he would come to meet me with Leona alone. “You should invite your daughter’s family to go with you, they may help you about flight travelling. Leona is a little girl, sensitive and gentle she hasn’t been on the flight yet.” claimed me. But he insisted seriously what he planed, so I accepted annoyingly. That is the way he usually do, never lets anyone break his permanent plans. I am a fastidious and irritable one. I was really glad that I found him when he grew up, was older actually, he was forty when we started dating. He is a fine and modest man, careless to my changing and nonsensical emotions I have, never gets angry or take offence what I usually complain what he annoies me, he is usually do to be honest.

He called me when he arrived, but I couldn’t go to take them to my apartment by myself, so he had to take a taxi with Leona. I was really exhausted that day because my work was finished late about 9 pm, going to meet them enthusiastically anyway. Moodily, I got a phone-call from my sweetheart “Honey, I forgot my back at the airport.” He asked me to fetch it back. “Remember, I told you to ask someone to accompany you, huh!” almost screamed angrily. Leona was about two years more, airsick, didn’t walk and wanted to be carried all the time, terribly, it was crowded that day. I drove to take his bag and got home almost midnight. Opening the door, the light was turned on, there was no noise, I saw his cell-phone on the table in the living room that he never picked up the phone when I was trying to call repeatedly, stepping towards quietly the bedroom and seeing a lanky father and chubby little baby on the bed with powder was scattered on their bodies and the floor. My fetigue was gone and I could forgive anything in the world what made me got furious out of this sight. As a wife, checking her husband’s packing the luggage of order, on the way here,his daughter called me asking about the father and his daughter travelling flight and told a little bit how busy the two making a little birthday’s present for me and also Robe packed the suitcase by himself, hoping and wanting to appreciate and ensure me that he can take care of Leona when I am on work. I considered the large heavy bag was full of his daughter’s stuff, there was nothing of his own, it couldn’t be compared to the one I just took it from the airport which it was very smaller and inside, I saw clothes of him a few pieces that conveniently we could buy the new ones instead of driving miles to take it back. I confessed that I was really mad at him, suddenly I found a little box with a piece of card on the top was written “Happy Birthday Mommy from ‘Ona and Daddy”, it had favorite cookies in the lovely box.

I had an inspiration to write something about my sweethearts after that day on, even though I would be busy as bees, but I won’t get tired to do it anyway. Some day it would be created as a thick book, to my kids, full of various things about our activities and something I want to teach and give my children with love of concernedly to earn life by my experiences.

“Don’t you sleep yet, honey?” asked Robe, and “What are you writing? New movies?” I smiled sweetly to him “I am almost” replied me. He went straight and stopped beside me giving me a kiss on my head tenderly “We don’t want to leave here tomorrow. I love you and will miss you. I’m going to bed” and “You should to” said sleepily. He went to bed. I kept the notebook into the lowest drawer of my desk to be a secret waiting for proper time to be published.

วันอาทิตย์ที่ 5 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2553

Fifth Blog My Interests : Films

I was very excited for the first time going to see a film with my friends. I‘ve been doing often when I grew up and the conditions are reasonable – money, time, and convenience in town, I am living in town right now, after all it happens to be a dream making a film. I like spending my time with imaginations, visions, attitudes, sound, light and effect techniques in an obscure compartment, I am talking about movies, being two hour there like being on another planet. I am stuck with glamour of others’ life, some it is similar or even as far as be able to catch, is it real in life? Some other things are ridiculous.

Actually, I’ve never thought about making films of my own because when I was young, I just watched for entertainments, haven’t know anything except participation of what the characters express me – enjoyment or sometimes be sad, on the other hand I’ve been aware of myself that I have something links me and the screen ahead of me, relates to me – I guess, perhaps time will reveals what it really is because we kind of learn that, what may belong to us, as I’ve told on my profile that I was born in country and the inspirations of making films are rather less when I was young. My home is far from town about seventy kilometers, you know, town where it is full of buildings, department stores, innovation, different kind of people, and many thing surrounding is prosperous in subjects, therefore my experiences in the theater are less too. Feeling of seeing movies on CDs and the theater are very different, everything for sure.
In the theater, it is spectacular, the big screen and terrific sound. I commonly go to the theater when there is a kind of movie I like come out. I tend to see almost kind of movies out of the chick’s movies such action, horror or thriller. When I get bored, I feel like seeing action movie that shooting, kicking and a lot of special effects, it relaxes me out of weariness of plat life, especially the actor is handsome such a good choice. I admire going theater because of the casts most. I sort of know many stars and if there is a name on the poster as my favor, it is easy to decide because I, except their name, also learn their acting styles and calibers. Their reputation and capabilities can guarantee, but not anytime, be careful. The film helps me - dreamy life, thinking, inspiration, killing the commotion in mind, and more. I like thinking what I’ve met or heard, using eyes and ears as the general of my head’s decision. Consider, what is the one belong with you?

Fourth Blog Diary: The Old - Stuff Keeper

It was a nighttime, tired of travel all day, had no anything in my stomach. Walking through the meandering street among the darkness straight to my apartment, it was not alone, but feeling was such, I dropped by at Seven-Eleven shop having something soft, but got nothing out of drinking water. I went to see my sister at her apartment Bang Na district where is far from my place about two hours by bus, plus almost an hour if there is a big traffic in which it fuss everyone on the road, moreover infuriate. The bus, I was on very crowded and the driver was moody. I had no a seat, had to stand at all, seeing an old man was stepping off the bus, suddenly, he was pinched his leg, frighteningly I cried “ What happened?” He is an extra-actor, I remembered. I went straight to the driver angrily “You almost cut people’s legs”, vociferously “where do you rush to, ha?”, Sensibly there were very eyes staring at me strangely. I didn’t care, went on my right work “Listen to me carefully, if you do it again, I will sue , got it” continued “Many time I saw you all the drivers' driving dangerously and neglect the passengers” I stopped breathlessly. I was serious and looked back to the way past of the old man case constantly. I struggled stopping my thoughts, actually I did nothing, just imagined so far. I pitied the poor old man, seeing the old ones were hurt, it hurt me too.
I don’t like journey, but like experiencing many places, impossibly I can’t do that without traveling on the road before going to the purpose. Today, there was nothing impressed me, taking long time on the bus for 3 hours like catching the bus to Korat, my hometown, walking alone and having nothing for dinner. I went out of the shop going to my place, turning right, I almost stumbled a woman with carried a big bag on her shoulder. She was still working, keeping plastic bottles, scrap irons or something we regarded as a trash. “I am sorry, and are you alright?" asked her worriedly and politely. Oppositely, I broke her so I should say that word. I replied nothing out of “I am okay” and then left her. Unbelievably, I was getting better from trouble, recalling her and then turning back to her giving her my water. The motions of life are not knotty or smooth every moments, something a lovely little happy or just ....you know! I am going to bed and good night.

Third Blog Dream Vacation: Northern Ireland

My Dream vacation is Northern Ireland. I was really lucky that I got bookworm as a present of debate challenge on English Activity Day last year. I’ve been dreaming of this country since two years, enthusiastically to go there after got the book as a lovely guide, it was a good omen too.
Northern Ireland, is in Ireland, parts of United Kingdom, there are a lot of things I like in this mountainous country. The country of music, people are very nice and friendly, everyone can sing I heard something like that. People with music are likely humoristic. This country is a quiet place, beautiful high mountains, big empty beaches, and long deep rivers, I‘ve seen it all in a movie PS I Love You. I like watching movies, recognizing this country from them, impressing the big mountain with wide flower garden in a national park, unforgettably the Irish guys were very attractive in the movie, but the actors who stared were natural American, they were alike Irish though in my opinion. If we are talking about another renowned movie Titanic, the biggest ship ever, people said “The ship can never sink”, finally it was broken and then sank, sadly there were poor and hopeful people, who wanted to start their new life by resorting the ship transferring them to another land of freedom America, dead, I will trace all my original impression there.