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The paradox of pity
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 21/05/2018
» Thais are notoriously hopeless when it comes to the songsarn factor. Translated to English, the word means to pity or feel sorry for -- a trait ingrained in Thais as much as to be sabai sabai and never on time.
Blame the media, but not completely
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 19/01/2016
» Mums sure know best. Of all the motherly guidance that has been etched into my consciousness, a particular adage has never remained more timeless and timely. It was the very first lesson she drilled into me when I started to watch television at the age of three. When the commercial break from the cartoons kicked in, so did an earful from her: All advertisements are a sham.
Speaking for ourselves
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 11/12/2015
» As someone who is consistently on the prowl for content about my own nation's heritage, (because like Jon Snow -- I know nothing) Khun Thong Daeng: The Inspirations should have been a movie I sprinted to buy tickets for on the day it was released.
The real cost of a higher minimum wage
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 03/06/2015
» With the growing economy, there are a large number of new condominiums and office building projects popping up around the city, whirring with labourers like numberless worker ants in the pit. In such a climate where Satan himself would feel at home, one cannot help but feel sorry and blessed at the same time — sorry for the workers in such conditions and blessed that you are not one of them. One might ask whether the 300 baht minimum wage justifies the working conditions that these poor souls face and one would be right and humanitarian to think as such.
With abundance comes indifference
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 03/12/2014
» When you come from a third-world country but grew up in the West, or any other country "better off" than your own, far too long for your own good, the comparing game begins. Sometimes, it brings about a seed of discontentment with your current existence, although most of the time it's just a lot of whining. There is clearly lots to moan and gripe about in Thailand, to the point I sometimes find Kuwait more attractive by comparison.
L is the loneliest letter
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 19/06/2014
» The Google doodle that greeted me upon turning on my computer three days ago could not have encapsulated my life, in animated cartoon form, any better.
Warning: spoilers ahead
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 16/05/2014
» The world never ceases to find new ways to harass our emotional well-being every day. Because I am only human, the pain that comes along with tax papers and sold-out avocados is now also extended to stumbling across TV-series, movie and book spoilers. And those abhorrent things are practically diving towards us from every possible direction, what with the internet and smartphones inextricably entwined with our daily lives.
Support the real cause
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 28/02/2014
» A protest of three months is nothing to throw confetti for, but what has festered around various spots in town is no doubt a curious wonder to witness — it will surely fuel stories of sorts that I will tell youngsters in the future.
#Protestday is not supposed to be a #win
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 24/01/2014
» Once upon a decade ago, right around this time of the year, I would stand in front of my house waiting for my school bus to pick me up _ with a jittery unease which only came in the cold season. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety would escalate exponentially from worries that my scatterbrain bus driver had forgotten to pick me up. But forgetfulness aside, it was completely normal for buses to show up a whole, fat hour late during this month in Europe. If he didn't come, it would be because of a shrill ring from my home telephone and two particularly glorious words to be heard from the other end: "Hi Parisa, today's a snow day."
Daddy dearest
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 05/12/2013
» On an auspicious day like this, I'd really like to steer any thoughts away from politics because, honestly, it is starting to get exhausting trying to keep tabs on how Thaksin Shinawatra is scheming to get back to this country all the time. Let's shift our focus from politicians to _ yellow confetti please _ fathers. I've kept my observant media eye hyper-alert for all dad-related happenings around me lately and while some can be a downer, others are heart-warming.