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July 9: six senses
Today we saw a Buddha
made of Jade
And smelled Babas House
And ate the softest
mango I’ve ever eaten
And smelled a plumeria
And added vodka to Thai
tea (and loved it)
And was blessed with
holy water from a monk and touched hand painted walls
below the surface
July 11: sacred flavor
If we made eating food a
sacred experience we wouldn’t indulge in it as much as we do
Wa
July 12: post grad
I can feel myself coming
out of this growth period in which I had no opinion on things. I’ve been
unbothered and easy going to the needs of those around me but now feel as if I
can check in with my myself and ask, “is this what I really want?” Going
forward I can take control of situations that do not negatively impact me in
the future because of present moment indifference.
Koh Krom Noi sailing from Pattaya
July 14: happiness
I don’t know which makes
me happier: playing with elephants or watching my dad wear sandals and interact
with nature.
Koh Krom Noi sailing from Pattaya
Joy
July 30: learning Thai
Chad chun Cassi: my name
is Cassi
Kon chun ally: what’s
your name
Hong nam: bathroom
Jai yin yin: heart cool
down/calm down
street faces
August 6: sick for home
I close my eyes I see
the kitchen table full I see my sister dancing in front of a mirror I see my
mother laughing with her eyes closed I see my father arms open right after he
walks through the door I see the trees in my neighborhood covered in snow.
I can hear my brothers
funny joke somewhere behind corner in my house I can feel my lover pulling me
by the hand already 3 feet ahead of me I can hear the birds chirping the minute
I wake up in a white room.
Chatuchak
August 8: growing up?
REC Cafe
August 11: observations
I feel like I need to
write all of this down. Pocket every moment. But I can’t find time to put my
head down. This life isn’t real. The blind women crossing lethal intersections. Mutilated beggars signings karaoke. Thai masseuses without boundaries.
The trains packed beyond capacity filled with silent strangers who CAN keep
their hands to themselves. Southeast Asian models towed by burnt out, overworn
business men. Cultural land mines placed everywhere, me: unsure what I did to insult
someone. Those look like noodles, I’ll take a plate of those and whatever kind
of meat that is. Tastes good and spicy enough to kill any mild disease. Screens
everywhere. They burn my cornea and stimulate my attentiveness. I barely stay awake to stay fed.
saturday in Chatuchak
August 13: need to do
Escapade Burgers
The speakeasy rooftop bars
Ratchada and holy shrimp
Rod Fai train night
Talad neon market
Art box
Muay Thai Boxing Match
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