Riding Through it All ...

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Is it true that the more busy you are, the better you become at managing time? Not necessarily so, I think! However, in my case, this assertion appears to be somehow true. I have to admit that I have always been one of the most "successful" procrastinators on earth. I procrastinate everyday about almost everything with almost everyone. Though I have been fully aware of the disastrous consequences procrastination might bring forth, I still take my time, enjoy myself, indulging in this and that, and finally keep things till the very very last minute! This savage procrastination thing has so far been running through my veins, and therefore, it has almost become an "evil" norm for me. But there was this classmate of mine, Marineth, who approached me one day after school, and remarked, "You are a good procrastinor!" I was amazed at how she could see the beauty in the ugliest of all. Anyway, I am getting less "successful" now with the rotten procrastin...

This is definitely a very tiring day! My head is heavy, and the visibility is much reduced to blurred vision, no thanks to the the day-long exhaustion. I could barely move my fingers, and at the precise moment in which I am typing this entry, I am at the same time wondering how i am going to endure another half an hour at wheel on my journey homeward. Though I want more than anything to just give it a quick spin back home, I am stuck here at Sovanna as I have no choice but to wait for my mother's arrival. You see, the door is locked, and there is no other alternative than getting the key from her. Anyway, just met up with Paul and the rest. As usually we talked and talked and talked till water was drained out of our body. And after recharging ourselves with ice cream cones, we talked, and laughed again. It has always been good to have Paul around since he is always the ice breaker and the joker as well. Too bad that this time Mo was the only girl since Nory made it clear that she w...

I had an interesting conversation with Thy, Mo and Nory the other day. And i think it is worth sharing! What does it mean when you say you are married to someone? I think marriage is more than just the tying of knots between the bride and the groom. It, in fact, involves the merge between--say--two most incompatible families whose subcultures do not share any common grounds. Adapting yourself to an environment that is so alien to you in almost every way is no child's play, especially for husbands who have to seek shelter under the roof of their parents-in-law. First of all the husbands have to be able to strip off their old "suit" reflective of their homegrown ways of living, and slip into a new one that comes with new expectations and rules and regulations. At this point the parents-in-law could not be any more watchful. With every move they make, the husbands are assessed against the criteria already established in line with what are perceived to be right or wrong by th...

I have heard of couples divorcing as a result of their so many differences that could not be bridged. I have heard of children clinging to their father or mother, pleading for a reunion again. But for the first time in my entire life, I have just heard and seen a daughter wanting a divorce for their parents. A daughter who fuels the burning flame every time their parents argue. A daughter who is better at taking sides than at being a mediator. A daughter who has the most despicable guts to insult the very woman who gave birth to her. A daughter who forms an alliance with her mother's enemy. A daughther who is so loathesome in every possible way! People say that she is possessed! And I have to admit there are times I wish it was true! At least that would alter my perception about her wrongdoing. At least that would be an excuse! But I know it too well that she is not. Pangs of nostalgia strike me when I flip through photo albums, the precious collections of our youthful, carefree up...

Was offered a piece of cake. I have to admit the cake tasted really good more because it really did than because it was offered with no charge. And seeing them singing the birthday song just brought back those moments when I was in my school uniform clapping and singing to the falling and rising rhythm of the song, the moments when we came up with surprise in-class birthday parties for birthday boys and girls.

Where am I now? What am I doing? Where am I heading next? What do I want most now? How can I get what I want? Maybe when we are lost in the middle of nowhere, we can refer back to these very simple questions to help us back on the right track .