Six years of my primary school time was just like a yesterday dream, then middle school, college… and now.

Memories are so far from me, I almost start to doubt about them, was it really my dream or I just made them up to myself? I met my primary school desk-mate ปิ่น มณี (it’s her Thai name, sounds like “Bin Manny”), and we talked about how we play, how we laugh when we were both on primary school. Suddenly I was like drowning into my memories, lots and lots of sounds, lots and lots of images came to my mind, I can almost touch them.

Manny was my best friend in primary school, my Mom knows her Mom well, but we lost contact after we went to the middle school and university. She will be graduated next year, and I was graduated last July.

She said: “Do you remember when we were in the first grade of our primary school? You helped me pick cherry on our way home.”

Again, I was drowning.

Here are more WIP images.

It is the first day that I drive a car.Actually I used to feel the car which was my dad’s, but didn’t drive it on the road. Mostly I drive a car in the “Need for speed”, which is a video game…I was a killer in that game.I met the driving teacher this morning. Times earlier I heard about this “Miss Man”, was a very shit penny-pinching guy, but when I saw her(some told me before, or I suppose to say “him”, she is a very poor guy just like a man, short hair, shit face and no chest… a friend of mine used to told me, if they didn’t see her going to the Lady’s toilet, they would never know she was a woman.I tried to get along with this gay, because someone like this shit you just have to please her when you’re with her, when you leave her, when that day comes, nobody would care what shit she had done.But I failed, this eunuch was really disgusting, firstly I forgive her for asking us to pay for the lunch, because I know she has that habit, what I really angry was her ways of teaching.A little boy was there with me, maybe Miss Man like to tease boys like this, typical a shit be lack of mother’s love.Her words was dirty, I heard about that she was a farmer, indeed.I was very angry when she put her shit words to me, so I brawl her.A good day was ruined.

Choose life choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact-disc players, and electrical tin openers. choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. choose ficed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are fucking on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your las in a miserable home. An embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life, I choose something else.
And the reasons??
There are no reasons.

From “Trainspotting” the movie

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