Phang Nga Bay
James Bond Island (as seen in The Man with the Golden Gun)
Me and my lovely friends at James Bond island. (Our pose is not cliche at all)
Exchangers in Krabi
2/1 Soy Prachasuksan "See things as they are and write about them. Don’t waste your creative energy trying to make things up. Even if you are writing fiction, write the things you see and know." Sometimes my weeks are full of adventure, |
THAI LYRICS Pra thet thai ruam luead nu'a chat chu'a thai Pen pra cha rat pha thai kho'ng thai thuk suan Yu dam rong khong wai dai thang muan Duay thai luan mai rak sa mak khi Thai ni rak sa ngop tae thu'ng rop mai khlat Ek ka raj ja mai hai khrai khom khi Sa la luead thuk yat pen chat p'hli Tha loeng pra thet chat thai tha wi mi chai ch'yo --- THAI LYRICS (Thai script) ประเทศไทยรวมเลือดเนื้อชาติเชื้อไทย เป็นประชารัฐ ไผทของไทยทุกส่วน อยู่ดำรงคงไว้ได้ทั้งมวล ด้วยไทยล้วนหมาย รักสามัคคี ไทยนี้รักสงบ แต่ถึงรบไม่ขลาด เอกราชจะไม่ให้ใครข่มขี่ สละเลือดทุกหยาดเป็นชาติพลี เถลิงประเทศชาติไทยทวี มีชัย ชโย --- ENGLISH TRANSLATION Thailand embraces in its bosom all people of Thai blood. Every inch of Thailand belongs to the Thais. It has long maintained its sovereignty, Because the Thais have always been united. The Thai people are peace-loving, But they are no cowards at war. They shall allow no one to rob them of their independence, Nor shall they suffer tyranny. All Thais are ready to give up every drop of blood For the nation's safety, freedom and progress. |
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
1 comment:
Just so you know my dear emma, I am indeed jealous of you and these experiences. I hope there are many more to come.
Much love,
Matt
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