Riding Through it All ...

I have close friends. You do have close friends. In fact, we all have close friends. But then has anyone ever paused to give enough thoughts to what constitutes a "close" friend? Perhaps at some point in life, this question might cross your mind, especially in the face of contrasting notions that you and your "close" friends hold onto, when a discussion about certain expectations that "close" friends need to live up to surfaces. How much care does a friend need from a "close" friend to feel being cared for? To be "close" to a friend, is it really a must that you have to be literally there all the time? Or does it hold true that all that is needed is mere emotional support from the distance? Perhaps we cling onto different self-drawn pictures of what "close" friends should be. And this probably explains why "close" friends may come in all shapes and sizes which are molded according to our preferences before being tagg

I am starting to feel this great dislike welling up in my chest. I am starting to feel that ****** is becoming more judgemental than ****** already is. And I am starting to feel I cannot be that close to ****** ever again. Despite my internal struggle to dimiss the thought, the feeling of dislike comes in two-fold. Is it just me or the others are feeling the same way too? I wish I could be less analytical when it comes to making certain inferences. Words are meant to be used to serve certain purposes as desired by the speakers or the writers. And when some of them are combined together, they convey more than just the superficial layer of the meaning. The tone is something that should be dealt carefully with. And in my case, I could discern using my senses the I-am-better-than-you kind of tone. The last thing I ever want is being judged by someone I trust, and that hurts to the core! Why can't ***** be more humble? Or is ****** genetically programmed to say harsh words without first

Paul departed for Siem Reap a couple of days ago, and I just cannot help but find myself rapt in thoughts about what those many Saturdays to come will be like without his presence. Of course, it is true that Siem Reap is just one phone call away and that it is just a 6-hour drive from Phnom Penh. But this realization does little, if any, to lift off the weight on my chest. Without him, our gang shrinks even further, leaving behind only three regular members. Three. Or perhaps five, at most. I hate this number! I am anything but looking forward to those meet-ups when we sit slumped in our seats being drowned in the reverberating silence in his absence. Paul has always been a big laugh, given his natural flair for his verbal articulation spiced up with a sprinkle of dirtiness. Oftentimes we laugh so hard at his jokes that we get stitches. And speaking of this, I could almost vividly see the bewildered looks on Nory's and Mo's faces, who always fall victims of Paul's "dee

Love is everywhere, folks! You could almost literally feel it, see it, smell it and virtually touch it. Well, it is just at your fingertips. Reach out and you'll be loved! One piece of advice from me: love back the ones who love you--though you do not necessarily love them the way they want you to. And continue to show love to and care for the ones who deserve being loved and cared for. But then there are cases when your friends, especially those you want to hear most from, happen to forget to text you or give you a call to say a few wishing words. In those cases, that does not mean they care for you any less than the rest! MILLIONS THANKS GO TO THOSE WHO REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY AND WHO HAVE MANAGED TO WISH ME IN A TEXTUAL OR VERBAL OR WHATEVER FORM!! From Hour: Happy birthday to u dude. May u be showered with love, success n happiness. From Oudom n leak: Happy birthday! Wish you good luck, health, a lot of money, happy all day n something you wish please come to u from now. From my

I got back from Preah Sihanouk Province a few days ago, and needless to say, the trip was pretty much as expected--though vastly different lolz...(CRAP!!) Well, though there were just the six of us, it was by no means less fun. We crammed into just one hotel room. "Crammed" more or less has a sense of something small, so probably this word should not be opted for use in the first place. The biggest problem was with the little, tiny, space-deprived bathroom. I mean, of course there was no way possible the bathroom could hold us all in at the same time, so we had to torturously wait for our turns. I really meant "torturously" because some of us really had to hold "it", you know...lolz... Anyway, the swimming part was not that exciting though Thy put on quite a show in the middle of the sea, a really lovely treat for ladies swimming nearby. And Mo and Nory were like, "Hell no! Put those back on!" lolz...Well, speaking of the food, man, we kept tucki

Thank you, Pheaktra, for such a lovely picture and words of blessings. Indeed I think I am so blessed to have you as my junior in the first place:-D

I was sharing the table with **** this morning. Well I do not know how it happened exactly, but after some good minutes of discussing about discipline problems at school, we found ourselves engaged in this conversation about the Valentine's Day. He seemed to be holding a pretty conservative stance. Though I appeared to be nodding my head in agreement, I was, in fact, quite supportive of the idea of celebrating the Valentine's Day. I have to admit that I like the Valentine's Day, partly because it is my birthday, yeah, but there is much more to it than that. Believe it or not, I could feel love when I happen to see people strolling around with happy expression on their faces. I could feel love, really, in the air. On that day every year, with every corner I turn to, I see people holding flowers or gifts symbolic of their love. I am not quite interested in those flowers and gifts, though. What I have always been mesmerized by is, nonetheless, the emotions of love that seem