Open the Eyes

I must really learn to be unafraid. Or rather, not too timid. That no one's really bothered to look and stare at your dressing, that no one's really that bothered if you are not fluent, that you don't stand out that much, that you are but normal. Farang is but normal.

Walk, talk, eat, listen, do what you want. Open the eyes, smell the roses or perhaps the traffic, listen to the sounds or rather the noise, regardless, don't be afraid to open up. It is then only you would learn and live and learn to love.

Restraining oneself is, sometimes good. Too often, too much, though, it becomes a hindrance in growth. Self-growth, self-reliance, independence.

I am not timid, I mustn't be. The city's far too big, too interesting for me to be holed up here each day, unproductively whiling time away. There is just so much things to learn, to live in, to be part of, to influence and to be influence, than just supermarkets and restaurants and subways!

Neng, song, sam, si, haa... one, two, three, four, five.. open your eyes, open MY eyes!