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Sentiment lost in symbols
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 11/11/2015
» Personally, November is a bit of a bummer month, for not having anything to look forward to. The only festive frolicking is Loy Krathong -- and I'm not sure what that commemorates or celebrates precisely. Out of habit and some weird justification, my household will probably have to float something in our little village pond. Mostly because it's become a bit of a societal requirement -- you're considered a total misanthrope if the neighbours notice that you don't show up. Besides being shunned by the village, would I be forever blacklisted by the water gods for choosing to opt out of this eye-watering and ecologically reckless festival?
Seeing the world through another's eyes
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 13/11/2015
» As much as Facebook is a virtual space of borderless interaction, it has, for many, undeniably become our most immediate and primary news source. It's a personalised pool of information, which though we have chosen consciously, can transform who we are and the way we think without our even realising it. And I have often wondered what it would be like to live, maybe for a day, in the social media world of other people's Facebook accounts.
Respecting the monkhood
Life, Patcharawalai Sanyanusin, Published on 21/10/2015
» Everyone knows that religion is a delicate subject but when an issue concerning Buddhism arises, not many of us look at it with sensitivity. The case in point is the controversy over the movie Arbat (which is now called Arpat), which threw a lot of Thai Buddhists into heated debate for weeks after the release of its trailer last month.
The quick fix bane of street food
Life, Usnisa Sukhsvasti, Published on 09/11/2015
» Despite the proliferation of som tum carts in every nook and cranny of the city, do you realise how hard it is to find a really delicious som tum nowadays?
Wedded to Facebook
Life, Catherine Faulder, Published on 14/08/2015
» If Facebook was a person, who would it be? My answer: he is my husband and we are in a dysfunctional marriage. Having never been married, you may be disinclined to read on. It was an arranged marriage. I didn't know what I was getting myself into 10 years ago, aged 15. I was too young to understand the weight of what I was signing up for. It's not even like we dated, I couldn't suss him out before my username and password tied me down to our contract. My vows? I do, Facebook, I do… even though I don't really know you!
Tackling child pornography on all fronts
Life, Yvonne Bohwongprasert, Published on 23/09/2015
» To stem the proliferation of child pornography in Thailand I believe it will take more than just a stringent set of penalties for offenders.
Children and the itsy bitsy spiders
Life, Usnisa Sukhsvasti, Published on 28/09/2015
» Fear is such a funny thing that has different manifestations in each of us.
This is no time for nationalism
Life, Adam Kohut, Published on 28/08/2015
» Tragedy is a strange, contradictory thing. It breaks and it binds. It destroys and it builds. It opens and it closes. When an earthquake, or a storm, or a man's gun, or a bomb takes human lives, there is first anger, sadness, confusion. There is fear. There is grief. There is great pain. But this is followed by a period of mourning, and then of consolation, of comfort, of determination and of strength.
Taking time to smell the roses
Life, Usnisa Sukhsvasti, Published on 29/06/2015
» If travelling helps you grow as a person, then my growth must have been stunted over the past five years when I laid low and concentrated on my house reconstruction and other distractions.
Notes from a big country
Life, Adam Kohut, Published on 29/07/2015
» On the second night of my trip home, my family celebrated my father's birthday at a large seafood restaurant, one link in a chain of locations scattered across the southern United States. My younger brother, Gatlin, who is 11, ordered something called the "Mixed Seafood Grill". What arrived, half-an-hour later, carried in by a waiter lurching under its horrific weight, can only be described as nautical holocaust. Heaped on a platter the size of a manhole cover were enormous chunks of fish, scallops you could use as hockey pucks, shrimp that could be worn as bracelets.