Selalunya aku meroyan tak tentu arah...exactly the same month few years back.....I started to waving around like a bunch of crazy apes that got the hunger for human brains. To the one that I meant to be or not to be. Under the coven witches all gathered....Under the moonlight they all dance...Non nay of them ignore each other because they are one with the earth...It had been so tough...I stared up looking at those majestic hills...as if it will fell on me...gave me a headache. It never and does not matter me....as time flies. The festival of thanksgiving of the River Mother had begun. The festival which fall on the full harvest bloom moon night, The source of Mekong which starts from the tip top of south east Asia which des not end provide source and food to Her child which depends on her throughout the year. Even the demigods and mythical creatures depends on Her. The mighty kingdom of Siem Reap or Angkor Wat which belongs to Paramavishnuloka(Suryavarman II) was built around the mother river. At the end of the year,the river mother will roam as if shes's angry with everyone.But in that havoc and angry of a mother...she still provide fertile soil and fishes to her child.....I was in my room just now and came this feeling.I can't even tell that do I really miss my family under this much of pressure. but I'm very proud of my Media Writing group.They were the best partner ever!and for the first time in my life...I'll be stepping my foot to police station for an interview. GOD SAVE US.
