Self pride

I've got the qualities, why should I care????? Fuck him! You're fucking liar! 

My name is Chinese (Hokkian)

陈金花


Tan is my last name


Kim Hua means golden flower


Tan Kim Hua is my name in Chinese (Hokkian)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05JKu02UE_w&feature=related


นี่ไงหล่ะ รสชาติแห่งความรัก แต่ทำไมเหมือนยิ่งรู้ยิ่งไม่เข้าใจ แต่ทุกครั้งก็ลงเอยเหมือนกันทุกครั้งคือการต้องทำใจ และปล่อยมันไป ปลอบตัวเองว่ามันก็จะผ่านไป This too shall pass...

Our vox pop

This is our final mixed vox pop on 'Love or Money' It's a classic question and almost a cliche' kinda question, but of course it's never been easy for you to choose. I wrote the intro myself and also the voice at the intro. What about you? Would you choose love or money? Let's hear what people say :) 

เบื่อ

บางทีก็ไม่อยากจะปล่อยอารมณ์ตัวเองให้รู้สึกดีกะใครเลย เพราะเวลารู้สึกดีทีไร กูเสียความรู้สึกตามมาทุกที เห้ออออ.... -"-

After a long gone

Finally I'm back. I decided to start writing this blog regularly and constantly. I have been wasting time thinking but not acting and I found the time I wasted for too long that I should have been done something in life. It's the year 2012 I feel that this year is a good start of everything for me. I can feel the inspiration is running in my heart, my mind is open for something new and as well creating something new. I feel different this year, I wanna do something new, something fresh, something I have never done before. It's time! I have to start walking.. start doing.. think positive and be creative :) 






Happy belated new year everyone! :) 

I love you

"I want to climb into bed with someone and have them hold me throughout the entire night. I want both of us to be completely naked. No make-up to hide imperfections. I want to feel the intensity and warmth of their breath on the back of my neck without a cotton barrier. I want to feel every jolt of nervousness and doubt as they trace their fingertips over my body. I want to feel every curve and angle underneath their skin as they press their body up against me. I want to be trapped in their embrace. I want to be suffocated with the scent of them surrounding me; the roughness of a man’s hands as he traces lines over my own skin, taking pieces of me away and giving me mismatched pieces of himself to treasure and hoard for eternity. I want to close my eyes and feel nothing, think of nothing, but him and the way I fit perfectly into his arms, how we surely must have been created from the same mold. I want his body wrapped around me so tightly that I can only just catch my breath. I want my skin to tingle with his movements as he fidgets in his sleep, excited simply by the prospect of feeling his hands on me. I want him to bury his face into my neck, my hair, and tell me that he adores me. I want him to whisper words of devotion into my ear as I drift off into sleep, and I want him to continue hours after my breathing has deepened and my body relaxed. I want to wake up in the morning and squeeze my eyes shut, lying as silently still as possible so as not to wake him, just to prolong that precious moment. I want to belong and share and know what it is to love and be loved again without awkwardness or doubt or anxiety. I just need you."
UNKNOWN

This post is dedicated to  Jigme Namgyel Dorji