Riding Through it All ...

This is something—not about me, of course, but about my elder bro. For your information, I am not being involved in the defamation process or anything. It’s basically about his good deed which is really moving, or at least I think it is to me. It was just one of his typical days. Woke up. Washed up. Got dressed. Headed for work. But what marked that day different was what greeted his eyes on his way home and made his heart sore. He witnessed a very old Grandma about 80 in her dirt-covered rags, with a walking stick, trudging with heavy footsteps. Honestly I really have no idea what kind of heart is beating there under his ribs! He must be one of the rare, soft-hearted gentlemen! To my disbelief—and to yours too, he swiveled the car around to the other side of the street, stopped the car and then approached the Grandma. Guess what he did after that? Believe it or not, my bro treated her to a meal in one of the eating places nearby and chatted with her for quite some time. Just imagine h

Right after TM extra session, some left the class and some others remained behind. It was very fun! Rithy brought his guitar to class, with some song books both in English and Khmer. He played the guitar and we sang. Well, now it dawns upon me that an activity like this, without much fuss, can stay in my memory for a very…very long time. What is the message behind this? Very simple! The message is all you need is not the “right” place at the “right” time but the RIGHT person with the RIGHT thing to do…

Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English Language? Let's face it English is a stupid language. There is no egg in the eggplant No ham in the hamburger And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England. French fries were not invented in France. We sometimes take English for granted But if we examine its paradoxes we find that Quicksand takes you down slowly Boxing rings are square And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig If writers write, how come fingers don't fing. If the plural of tooth is teeth Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth If the teacher taught, Why didn't the preacher praught. If a vegetarian eats vegetables What the heck does a humanitarian eat!? Why do people recite at a play Yet play at a recital? Park on driveways and Drive on parkways You have to marvel at the unique lunacy Of a language where a house can burn up as It burns down And in which you fill in a fo

I was standing at the foot of her bed, eyeing her and wishing more than anything to be of some help to her. She was apparently having difficulty breathing after the surgical operation. How difficult? I had no idea! Maybe it was too profound, a level at which I would never wish to find myself at. For the first time, I understood the kind of disturbing feeling when someone was truly worried. And for the first time too, I understood how grateful and “warm” it felt like to be surrounded by such relatives as mine. Silence was hanging in the air, occasionally broken only by some random coughing, and beeping of the “machine”. All eyes were fixed upon my cousin who was lying there on her white bed sheet motionless. Once in a while, I stole a glance at my aunt who seemed to have aged a lot in the past couple of hours, and who, from the looks on her pale face, was the most haggard-looking of all. All of a sudden, a thought struck me. What would happen if she…? I slapped my face guiltily for havi

It has never ceased to amaze me how time really flies. I remember setting foot on the threshold of G14 just the other day, and now before i know it, some months have already ticked away in the blink of eye, marking the end of....the beginning! The end of Semester One and the beginning of the dreadful practicum! This is the last day of semester one! I have learnt so many about so little! How little is little? And how many is many? This is driving me crazy too lol....i don't know what i am actually saying...One of the subjects i have been put through is Applied Linguistics and it is responsible of making me "me"--if you get what i mean...

Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you the greatest man-made achievement of all time—the invention of ATM for Condoms. For those of you have only seen ATM machines that are lining up one of the streets in your neighborhood, this picture is a must-see piece of work owing to the fact that it brings to light that with the increasing demands for condoms, ATM for Condoms was invented, offering a big array of flavor choices catering to different, highly individualized preferences. I remember buying one too, a banana-flavored (just for a souvenir, come on!). Anyway, no joke here, guys! HIV prevalence in Papua of Indonesia is very high, and as shocking as it may sound, the population with the highest HIV prevalence rates is children between the ages of 10 to 14. Sad, right? To make matters worse, having sex with multiple partners is like a norm there—forgive me for saying this, but it’s a matter of fact. Public parks, street corners and—oh God—even bus stops are the target places for

Part I I was pressing her number, one digit after another. Just press the “yes” button and you’ll be able to reveal your deep affection to her, I was urging myself. Just as I was about to succumb to the temptation, out of nowhere a sudden upsurge of fear of being rejected popped up in the very pit of my stomach. I withdrew my finger and sighed, gazing longingly at the glowing crescent for help. If only the moon could understand and talk, I thought. With another long sigh denoting my profound disillusionment, I opened the drawer, placed my phone in it, scrambled onto the soft, comforting bed, and slipped under the warm blanket. An hour had already passed. The only sound in my room came from the continuous ticking of the round-shaped clock that had just struck twelve. I was so preoccupied with whether to make my love confession to her that I was still wide awake, allowing a slew of questions to flash through my mind. Should I let her know that I like her? But what if she rejects me? And

The World Needs People -who cannot be bought -whose word is their bond -who put character above wealth -who possess opinions and a will -who are larger than their vocations -who do not hesitate to take chances -who will not lose their individuality in a crowd -who will be as honest in small things as in great things -who will not make compromise with wrong -whose ambitions are not confined to their own selfish desires -who will not say they do it, “because everyone else does it” -who do not believe that shrewdness, cunning and heart-headedness are the best qualities for winning success -who are not ashamed or afraid to stand for the truth when it’s unpopular -who can say “no” with emphasis although all the rest of the world says “yes” Question: Do you think you possess all the desired attributes?

Heart s hapes! Surprising that in our everyday life we fail to notice that heart can take form almost everywhere with almost everything . A ring. Clouds. Even your hands. As astonishing as it may sound, just seeing the heart shape can bring floods of tears down the cheeks, for some people. People , in general, tend to be too independent of the field that when they look at the heart shape alone, they do not just see what they are actually seeing; they take a big leap to penetrate through the covering layer and emerge at the other end of the meaning. The heart shape, to them, is LOVE. Poor thing! If the heart shape could talk, it would be voicing its grievances aroused by the unfair treatment thrust upon them by the living beings. If the heart shape had one wish, its one wish would be to detach itself from LOVE, which, to the world out there, is the root of anxieties!

Just imagine a life without tests! Oh God...just thinking of it is kinda soothing already...Sigh!:-( So sad that it couldn't be happening to me! But then...if we all look from a different angle, i think my life wouldn't be my life anymore without tests--if you get what i mean. In a way, tests help me to break away from the daily routines of endless chores...Why?Obvious, isn't it? I mean, of course i need to put everything aside and only concentrate on my preparations for tests. Sigh...still it bothers me a lot when it comes to tests! I just feel that my preparation is never good enough. Sigh...