A review by Dylan Walller

I was able to meet Dave before he wrote this book and still keep in touch with him, so this was a very meaningful read for me. Highly advisable for pure/sensitive people that want to navigate certain elements of madness that can occur in life ( especially when travelling), and for those searching for solution oriented approaches to dealing with past struggles. A very personal/transparent narrative, which brings many issues to light that are likely not commonly known.

I liked how his investing philosophy was largely based on past experiences ( stricter due diligence), and how investing was connected to everything that happened to him in the past. I think this book brings more life to the philosophy that goes behind careful investing, and shows how having a prudent mindset can protect one from danger. A must read that will stick with you

Please support us!

This is a bit sad but as I mentioned before, when this book was published, the ultimate is to:
Expose and eradicate the physical, emotional, and sexual mistreatment of youth in the juvenile justice system; and in particular, of vulnerable unaccompanied minors migrating and studying abroad.

Honestly, selling books and earn $2 a copy won't get me very far even though a meal here in Thailand cost $3-4.

Therefore, please support us if you can.

Visit Bulk Order | Support Us section to donate. Thank you.

Terima kasih!

This is the first time I targeted the ad of this book (On FB) within ASEAN area and all the feedback and 'likes' from Indonesian friends were phenomenal. Terima kasih again and hope you guys keep follow my page!!!

Fuck you Australia and your diplomatic reply equivalent to 'I don't give a shit'

This pissed me off for a couple of weeks now. A response from the Australian Embassy in Thailand when I emailed them about the matter after the Alumni event. Basically, a diplomatic version of 'I don't give a fuck'.

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It was nice to have met you at the alumni event on Saturday night. I am sorry to hear about your difficult situation, it must be hard to overcome some of those experiences.

My advise would be to continue pursuing the domestic channels in Australia, which from our chat I believe you have already begun. Additionally, I am sure there are also counseling services in Bangkok that may be able to assist.

Kind regards

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Thank you, Bangkok

Dear friends in Bangkok,

Thank you for your support so far. I was informed that Kinokuniya Siam Paragon branch has sold out my book! (They will order more soon).

There are some copies still available at Emquartier branch and to my surprise, they put my book in the Family & Relationship best selling shelf.

Or alternatively, you can still order physical and electronic copy at Amazon as usual.

Cheers

Dave

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Responses from the People in the Yellow House

Responses from the People in the Yellow House

 

Well, do I have the right to be angry?Yes, I guess I do.

 

But that would be counterproductive.

 

 

First of all, let me quote myself: “From a completely neutral point of view, they (Yellow House family members) were nice, decent, and kind neighbors.” And damn, I was right, again. Their responses would have stare right in front of my face but I couldn’t see. Going through things alone for most of my life may blurred that vision.

 

It started off as some of Bligh’s friends childishly ganged up on me but I dust it off, and instead talked to Narm.

“Your story is super weird, is it true?” She asked.

“Well, from my perspective, yes it is.” I replied

“Is that mean you are in love with…”

“Yes, I do.” Firmly, I said.

“What, wait.” She paused a bit, “He’s not young and tiny anymore.” “So what? I like him for who he is and we knew each other since we were kids.“

 

Then suddenly, with a totally change of tone, she replied. “Is that mean you will turn him gay?”

 

 

I lost her after that. I’m way too old to deal with that way of thinking. She was nice as usual even though I can hear it in her voice that she wasn’t too happy with some of the content in my book. I asked her whether I could speak to Patrick; “Are you sure?” She sounded surprise but I told her, “Yeah! why not.”

 

After all the Hi and How are you routine, I started to ask him about the book. Patrick was calm and never raise his voice. Even though we were on the phone, the tone of his voice made me feel like I’m in the room with the manager who’s about to say “Your position is no longer available at this company”.

“It is a really weird book. I will not say that I hate it,” Patrick said “but there are many parts that I don’t like.”

“Any parts in particular?” I asked.

“The parts that mentioned Michael’s private part, the love letter… Oh! and the fact that you use our real names even though they are all common names and nicknames. But I told Michael that after all, it is a book, there’s always fiction here and there anyway.”

“Fair enough.” I replied. “But to be clear, most of the story are true, at least from my perspective.”

“And… Dave.” Patrick sighed. “To be honest with you, I will not be recommend this book to my friends and people that I know.”

“It’s your choice, Patrick. Thanks for your input anyway. This project has been somewhat therapeutic for me and I thought that you guys would appreciate how much I admire you guys.”

“Anyway, Dave, I’m not sure whether Bligh, Michael or the others in my family will react to this but good luck to you.”

 

That instant, I knew that would be that last word from them.

 

 

You know what, I wasn’t quite hundred percent sure why I wrote all those letters and what I really expect out of it. There is one thing though that I was sure of: I was in love, I am in love. I doubt that without that factor, I would be able to finish or even start this project.

Yet, I got to find out one thing important from this project: I’m in love with the wrong person.

One of my friends told me that this book could affect my relationship if I happen to fall in love with someone in the future.

My respond was: If I could love the wrong person this much. Imagine how much I’d love the right one.

Tears on my face...

People in the Yellow House finally got to read the book. Bad news for me, to say the least. :( Stay tune, I will post about it after I wipe all the tears that's running down my face.

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A review by Kamolvisa Techapoonpol, MD

As a psychiatrist, putting myself in someone else's shoes has always been my routine. But this is more. It's like putting on his shoes plus his contact lenses so I could actually see and travel the world the way he did. Somehow, after reading this, I felt more connected to my patients than ever.

Thank you, Dave, for sharing. Your story is far beyond what I expected. THE BOOK IS A REAL PAGE-TURNER!

P.S. I personally think this should be a reading assignment for psychiatric residents.

Kamolvisa Techapoonpol, MD
Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist at Vajira Hospital

To be fair...

-- like in every country, most people are kind and friendly, but a handful manage to wreck the whole picture, like racist assholes there or taxi drivers back in Thailand. 

Perssimist!

Maybe nobody is a pessimist after all.

-- I started doubting that I was a pessimist. Jit, Mom, and all their friends always said that I am one, but Mrs. McKensie made me realize that maybe I had lost something important to me after all. For a pessimist, the sky is always dark. For me, the sky is bright and the sun is shining; some assholes just stole my ability to see it. --

Beliefs?

Excerpt from one of the letters:

"While in the car on the way to church, I started to think about my beliefs for the first time. Do I need to believe in something that probably never happened, and waste one day a week going to some building just to be deemed good and go to heaven? Do I have to believe in the same things my parents believe in? What if everything taught in churches and temples aren’t true? Can I believe in no particular religion and remain a good person? Am I turning into a horrible person just as my mom always predicted?"

Law and Disclaimers

Most people just skipped the disclaimers when they read a book. Most non-fictions had to have names and places changed just to avoid lawsuit even the writers were victim and simply tried to speak out. Is it fair? Or our legal system is just one colossal bullshit so human being will keep on breeding.

Dear People in the Yellow House:
... Names of some terrible people and places have been changed because the legal system as a whole never provides real justice or fairness, just manifests its illusions ....