Hello From The Other Side

The song, as you might have known or heard, is a huge hit. Despite the painful memory it seems to have brought back, I've been listening to it, just like, probably, you and others out there. It's been the hundredth time already. It's melodious while at the same time stabbing too, for which reason I dislike, for a short moment, the crew who's made this song happen. It hurts, you know. The wound has just got better a bit and now it is triggered once again. I've tried to suppress the fought-back pain. It ain't easy. 

I listen to it and try to indulge, calmly, in its sublime-ty. Silence won't just work. The meaning is so strong that I feel shaken, most of the times, as the tune drags on. Especially at nighttime when I try to sleep. In a way, it's serenading. In another way, when the words shoot through, from my ears to my head, my chest pounds; chokingly. It's true. It's just too strong to resist. So powerful. Why are you back? I know you listen to that too. I still check up on Facebook. I've seen that. So that one specific night when, just like other days, darkness ruled the world, I couldn't stand the song as I listened to it. Every words stabbed through my chest and throbbed to my blood. I felt pain once again after all these years I've been trying to get over it, moving on. Why would you come back? Why would you leave in the first place? There were voices all over, in my head. I couldn't sleep. The voices were too strong and loud. It ain't a fantasy. It's bombarding. It almost exploded, I swear. It hurt. I wanted an answer, a satisfying one. I, then, realized I didn't even stand a chance in the first place. I ain't even in the game. There are too many things I want to ask. I want to know; answered. It's just childish wants, after all.  

Life: Hey, You Can Do Better!

Dear  people,

There is actually this pain-in-the-ego irony some, if not all, of you are facing and, thus, needs clarification. As a youngster, you see adults as fun, joyful, and full of awesomeness; or sort of such. Once, you solemnly thought it would just be cool for you too when you reach that stage of life, wishing time would elapse fast, at double triple speed, into the future. So that, you who were once young, free, cheer-spirited, non-egoistic, and un-judgmental could, as adults, have the same things, embrace the same awesomeness, and feel the same coolness. After some years, which is reflectively fast in just several blinks of eyes, you’ve turned adults. Yay! Fun times with those awesome things you once longed for! Having co-existed with you along these sadappy (sad +happy) years, as a sublime form of existence (and perhaps of great significance to all of you), I am happy for you. As I am about to congratulate you, you step in, rival, and thrust a long list of painful complaints―some dramatic―into my face, which hurts my mouth and makes me solidly conceptualize that you are just a pain, not in the a-s-s, but in the face.

As a tool for revenge, I should bombard you with this long list of questions, which I suspect would degrade your current state of happiness―which, for some, might be already low. I would ask questions like: how are things going on with you, being adult?  How have you, as a well-behaved and good-hearted (as I conceptualize) adult been enjoying all the awesomeness? Don’t you have good, memorable times, and will have a lot more, with your girl/boyfriend, just as your older brothers, sisters, or relative once had when you were not caring at all about the future? And, how’s the job going? Aren’t you learning and at the same time getting to travel as much, and earning good amount of money from the so-called perfect job you love—just as, again, one of your maternal uncle had at the time you were just small, playing happily under the sunlight? Do I, uh, too have to mention the precious Lexus your father’s elder brother had, and which he had driven your cousins and you to school during your primary school days? Do you happen to like your own Lexus?  Do you want me to go on? For the calmness of your emotionality, and mine, I’d rather not. One final, though (and I’m sorry if you feel bad for this): how’s your heart? Perfect in its starting condition? Keep that to yourself!

Is True Love Worth Fighting For?

Perhaps love is one of the things people mostly need in their life, a thing we all know, without which, life would be dull and ensnared. If dug deeper, there is another so-called sub-topic, which is quite more interesting and even more needed and complicated. TRUE LOVE! 

Does that true love really exist? You call, people. Personally, I think it does. I mean I have seen some couples fighting hard and struggled backbreakingly for their love and brought out the genuine, real authenticity essence of that four-letter word. 

Sometimes, a true love is all about the belief you hold in head. If you do convince s/he is the one, let's heart up and give it a fight those heart-weakening obstacles. If you do further your thought, another question may arise: how do I know s/he the one? Well, sometimes such dumb question can be only answered by your only self. And, only you. YOU, yeah, I mean!

A Strange Dream Before Christmas Day

I was teaching as usual, except for a fact that I left my Nokia 1280  almost battery-less at my desk. The day was quite hectic and I didn't re-fill the battery until the night. Not until the morning, to be exact. 

"Low battery," a sign popped up. It seemed like it would have wanted to say, "Refill me, A-hole." 

As I finished my dinner, I ascended into my room, lounging around at my desk and reading online. 

Everything seemed to be about Christmas, huh. Then, I realized tonight was the Christmas eve. I am a Cambodian, though. I did thought of sending anonymous gift, honestly. The thought was not strong enough, yet. 

I couldn't find the charger. As the night went darker, my eyes turned wary and I had no choice but to lay my laptop down and brisk myself to bed. 

Something happened in the morning. Something shocking! 

50 Random Things To Do Before You Die

Some call and compile it into a wish-list. A bucket list, a more widely-referred term. 

It's no strange that respective us have wants and needs and ambitions. Some disguise their greed in as ambitions. 

So what do you want to do before you die? Learn a third or fourth language? Sunset seeing with your beloved one? Visit all the magnificent wonders of the world? 

I think the following things should be typicals in our respective list, though it only reflects my thoughts. 

And, though these things come from my thoughts, it doesn't necessarily mean I will do all of them. 

Tougher Journey Ahead

When most of my friends ask, either on social media sites or in persons,  what I am doing right now, I simply joke around with "I'm a motor-taxi driver". 

Actually, I am teaching. 

To talk about education in Cambodia, I'm in no feelings but in a blender  full of shame and doubts. And, I metaphorically choke at how "urgent improvements needed" the system should be lifted up.  It hurts, like a lot, to face that education in Cambodia is "not so good". There are quite many a problems in the system, which I and many other Cambodians   disgrace. In a picture, poor students ain't having enough financial support and access to tertiary education. And, that cycle is cycle. It sucks, really. 

How Much Does The World Care? A Lot and A Bit!

Or, not even a dime and a shit!

Yeah, how much does the world care about a single thing in this world? The amount of care shall be surprisingly unclear. It depends on what things are being watched, talked and concerned. 

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The I-don't-understand amount of care on respective things might also seed many whies in your head.

The final Champion League match will sure lure streaming amounts of care and attention from people around the world and the world itself. Unlikely, "rape" in one specific area of the world, say India, might not be well and enough heard and talked of, though CNN, BBC or others big news bodies unveil it. 

A 4-Minute Inspiration: A Piece of Chalk and An Infograpah

This gonna be a post in which I don't write much.

Check out the movie and feel the inspiration. 

Nice day to you all. That's life. The pic say it all.

Original: See the inforgraph

Something is going on and so does life.

 

15 Things About I When It Comes to Movie-watching

Movies and I are related, I guess. Back into my childhood and grown-up life, though I didn't watch too much movie, I enjoyed some cartoons--a kind of movie, I call it-- that were aired by then Cambodia TV channels and several Thai movies, especially one about ghosts and witches, that were then popular among Cambodians. Averagely, I spent only less than 2 hours a day for movie and TV things. FYI, then, during the 90s the only access I had to movies was through TV; no internet and going to the cinema. Things grew a bit when I turned teenager. Though I started to engage less on TV and on movie as most of the time was spent outside the house, I still found time for  movies, if any available, at night time via TV. Then, there were ancient-Chinese and Singaporean movies.  

Why do I still use Facebook?

Back then in 2009, some friends suggested I create a Facebook account. Well, I insisted and they too insisted and, finally, I got myself one without fully well knowing what the h Facebook is and how it works. 

Time passed and I learned and grew somehow addicted to the used-by-millions networking site. I mean, for example, when, at night, all of your friends are there, writing statuses and chatting; tempted enough! 

8-dollar Engagement Ring

Let's just imagine this situation: your boyfriend propose to you with this 8-dollar engagement ring.....

So the ring costs 8-dollar; he's not that thrifty yet that's just what he can afford and he is showing firmness that he's muscularly ready to fight for the future ahead no matter what. He gets a steady job that generate moderate income for the daily living. On the other side stands a man, a kind-of-rich one, introduced by a reverent relative, who is more financially reliable. Physical and emotional reliability and dependence of you on your boyfriend sparks an out-weight compared to those of that man standing offering. 

Facebook: No More Maybe!

Things are getting a bit weird here. I don't know what I shall write for this blogpost. Yeah, seriously! I have no idea on what to blog here. This blogpost, perhaps, is just to chase away the doubting unclear what is going in my head now. But, wait, the title is Facebook something. Well, of course, something related to Facebook will be discussed here, below.We all have heard of Facebook and, yeah, have facebooked all around, I guess. For Cambodians, well, there are too many, especially grown-up teens and half-grown adults who do facebooking, I being of one of the sophisticated  enthusiastic crowd. Glory Facebook!  I'm not going to depict the bad things and good sides of using Facebook, though.

A Love Story

Once upon a time.....

Sadly, then...there are good-shit reasons that.... 

In the end....the story ends!

A love story in which an honest innocent honest man gets hurt.  

And, it's just a love story. @|@

A Letter To You

Subject: One good lesson well-learned
To: Someone
Cc: People involved

Dear you:

I have been staring at the letter for quite a long time before my brain and hand were convinced to cooperate. Most of the time, you showed up in the head while the hand craved for your pictures. You're gone, I know, but my crazy head doesn't seem to know and digest the philosophy of letting go. The past has been walking in and I been tricked to watch the replay (and to rewind it), which is both smiles-making and saddening. I doubt how long more should I be watching this movie, the one I used to enjoy and want to keep enjoying; yet the movie is hurting me. The "Nothing is impossible" thing is a lie, at this content. The movie, I sense, will no longer be available. 

An Unrevealed Love Now Sadly Confessed

I know we had been secretly sneaking glances at one another, but would never ever face to face talk what was on our mind. And things turned out to be what they were supposed to be; you and I ended up with lots of word left unspoken, care left unaddressed, with love left unrevealed, with pain left unhealed and with tears left untamed. It was not an easy feeling at all to see the one whom we had been investing our mind on be other’s possession. Would the time recede back? Would we sit and talk? Would he understand our regret? Would I be him and would you see me in his face? Would? Would? And would? Countless “would?” would never remedy all these pain, all these loneliness, and all these crazy things I had been too coward to not let you know. It hurts profusely everywhere when this pops up in my mind, and I perceive you share the same feelings. Why do not you give us another chance? Why cannot your hurt be healed by my care or loyalty? Is my love late? Will you be a bit kind to your mind, his and mine? Will and will and will you and I make this love be a you-laugh-and-I-laugh one?

17 Things the Rich Do/Say

Being rich is always one of the solemn purposes people on this globe dream of. Being rich here, though, covers only being rich by all one's struggles and efforts to work and to earn money legally, not by fates or being born into a rich family and inherit a large sum of wealth. However, still many people still end up living in mediocre condition of wealth or struggling hard with their living. In the following article of mine, I will share some ten things that rich people do/say. With all humbleness and honesty, I am just sharing what I have learnt (via a seminar), thus not trying to sound I am now an affluent accomplished guy who is sharing my own experience. No, honestly no. I'm just a simple guy too who want to be rich too but not yet am.  So, kindly be not confused or draw a portrait of a
boastful guy of me in your head. So here it goes, the 17 things rich people do/say: