Riding Through it All ...

I know you guys out there are somehow being dragged down by some problems you are facing. Hope that this following reminder will keep you all awake and ready to procede on with your journey until the problems are too withered to cling onto you, and until you become the real problems winners, not because you are greater, more powerful than the problems, but because the problems quit halfway due to the fact that you are too perseverant. There are times when we all retreat into fantasies, wishing more than anything to come back to reality only to find whatever problems we have faced dissolve into nothingness without our slightest effort. But more often than not, everytime we come back, the problems do not just remain wherever they have been, but also become somewhat "bigger". Then we retreat to the world of fantasies again, and when we come back this time, the problems are at their "biggest", fullest height, way too high beyond our reach. At this very instant, we decid

Note: i think this song is really meaningful and it, in a way, wakes me up from my haunting nightmares, and with all my heart, i hope it will perform a miracle in yours too. (Thanks so much Pheaktra for the lyrics and those encouraging words. I was once told that there are a lot of people coming into our lives, but there are just a few who leave their footprints in our hearts. And without doubt, one of them is you.) Ever Ever After Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true Deep down inside we want to believe they still do And a secret is taught, it's our favourite part of the story Let's just admit we all want to make it too Ever ever after If we just don't get it our own way Ever ever after It may only be a wish away Starting your fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe Unafraid, unashamed There is joy to be claimed in this world You even might wind up being glad to be you Ever ever after Though the world will tel

Just to keep you guys informed about what i have been up to these few days! Well, i am sure that those of you who have just paid a visit to Icebreaker's blog are fully aware that we, the teacher trainees, are put through this practicum at PREAH SISOVATH HIGH SCHOOL, which is going to last for ONE FULL MONTH, much to our frustration! Maybe it is not a big deal to you guys out there since you haven't the foggiest idea of what kind of self-tribulation we will have to get through. Anyway the first week keeps me so preoccupied both physically and mentally with the so-called position as an invigilator. Never in a million years have i ever given a damn second to think about being an invigilator! You know what, guys? i witness cheating with my own naked eyes, and to make matters worse, i can do nothing but stand still hugging myself pretending that i am not seeing them attempting to cheat at all. It comes as a blow to my conscience, but then i cannot just stick up for what i believe

I was lying propped up against my pillow. Despite the fact that it was already late mid-night, I could not seal my eyes closed for more than five minutes. Maybe the coffee , I convinced myself. I slipped out of the blanket and took a few steps towards the window. In its delicious slumber, the entire neighborhood was shrouded with darkness, and there was no trace of life. No movement. No sound. Nothing . And there was something about tonight—some kind of invisible force—that was weighing me down with a bone-crushing weight. I felt like there was a void in me, so hollow and empty that it would never be filled. Not after when she’s already gone. Forever. I scanned my dimly-lit bedroom, bathed in orange light from the dangling ceiling lamp, and my eyes dropped upon the red carton box on the shelf opposite my bed. My Memory Box . Out of nowhere, waves of nostalgia came rushing back, rolling over me, so much so that I surrendered to the overwhelming upsurge of desire to open up the box. I t

Has it ever occurred to you that there is actually a stranger lurking somewhere inside you? Maybe it sounds really mental and freaking weird here. But I really can’t help brooding over this. And the more I think of it, the more it becomes crystal clear it is indeed true that a stranger is actually living my life, a stranger who has eaten up half of my real “self”, shrouding me with a totally new cover to form a person I hardly recognize. There are times when I feel really happy, but why in God’s name do I look far from happy? It is at this point that people view me in a rather negative light. Even so, the last thing I ever wish to do is, of course, to blame them. I am more than sure that they will never be able to understand me. And then there are other times when I wish more than anything to become very close to certain people. However, my attitudes towards them betray me. Nothing but coldness always hangs in the air in their presence, much to my perplexity. I remember being approa

Take a careful look around you! There might be someone in the crowd there that wishes more than anything to be noticed by you, someone that you probably knows very well but has always been taken for granted, someone that has always been standing there in your doorway, someone that has always been ready to wipe your tears, and someone that has probably shed so many tears for you without your knowledge. Such a someone deserves attention too! Happy St. Valentine's Day! Make the best out of today!

From a corner, so dark and empty, I see couples strolling past, Eyes twinkling with profound love, Making me feel like an outcast. From a corner, so dark and empty, I see Her holding a man’s hand, Her face stretching into a smile, And suddenly I know it’s the end. From a corner, so dark and empty, I see myself trudging with no aim, Dreams and hopes shattered beyond repair, To her, I was nothing but a game. From a corner, so dark and empty, I gaze at a glittering star, Wishing I could be just like him, Being free and loved even far. From a corner, so dark and empty, I stare at the crossroad ahead, Too weak and worn out to move on, With my heart and soul filled with dread. written by KONG Vendy

A piece of info for those keen on the idea of regional participation. My Indonesian friend sent this to me. No linguistic changes have been made to the announcement! ASEAN Youth Camp 2008 The International Affairs Office is now accepting nominations for delegates to the ASEAN Youth Camp, which will be held in Yogyakarta, Indonesia on February 19 – 25, 2008. The camp, on the theme"Expression of Culture Towards One ASEAN Community", aims to promote knowledge, understanding, and appreciation of ASEAN, and to learn eachother's culture through interactive activities. For the youth delegates, he/she must meet the following requirements: * Must be a mature and responsible youth between 16-25 yearsold who may be any of the following: # Traditional musician # Dancer # Craftsman # Archaeologist # Photojournalist * Must have an understanding and appreciation of Philippineculture and the arts * Must have good human relations * Must have a good command of the English languageThe ASEAN

I was restless last night given the fact that exam was over and there was no need to cram for anything. So out of nowhere this sudden upsurge of desire to rummage for the old photo albums found its way in my mind. Succumbing to the temptation, I opened the drawer, withdrew one dust-covered album after another, and took great pleasure in tracing all the little details of each photo. Some photos were really funny, especially those taken in my childhood years. I could not help smiling to myself. And then there were those really nice pictures taken with my seniors, juniors and friends in Singapore. It then came to be as a blow that I should have taken loads and loads of photos with them. Really regret that now! Now I come to the realization that in this world things change. So do people. But capturing photos is a way to keep them “still”. Anyway, the following are some of the pics taken decades ago that I’d like to share with al of you. Gathering at ESCAPE This was at Escape, the only them