I always like the idea of visiting Cambodia because of #1 reason: it is super cheap. Case in point: I stayed in a decent all-female dorm for USD25 for three nights. Felt like I needed a break from all the work-related stuff and decided to spend the long ASEAN holiday outside Malaysia. I fancy tuktuk rides and Siem Reap has the best night market I’ve ever seen!
Quaint cities like Siem Reap tug at my heartstrings – to live simply without the sight of towering buildings, to sip a cup of coffee or to eat pistachio ice cream while waiting for time to pass. The calmness of having nothing to worry except for the next destination.
Before I totally lost interest in the writing department, there is no more fitting way to share the status of my life than in today’s All Saint’s Day.
I used to shy away from being tagged as religious because I had a notion of it being synonymous to righteous. I don’t think I can regard myself as a righteous one because I feel that I will never be free of sins or occasional guilt. I am always a work in progress.
What is admirable from our community is that Continue reading
This was my first office desk almost 6 1/2 years ago. People come and go, looks have matured, changed roles, office relocation, and overseas assignment. This week I am reminded of the adage, if something is meant for you, it shouldn’t come with any complications. It simply lands right under your nose by chance, at its own pace, under someone’s free will. In contrary, a close friend told me in the interest of a riveting conversation that if you really want something, regardless of the roadblock from your goal, you have to fight for it. These two opposing views somehow helped me move on to life’s next chapters.
I believe there’s a different kind of gratification for those who anticipate this kind of change in the corporate life. Above all else, “What is done in love is well done. – Vincent van Gogh”.
From the man who hails from Marinduque and still bakes tasty pandesal in the morning. Happy Father’s Day, Papa!
A brawny looking man came up to me and told he’s the one cutting my hair. I was slightly taken aback as I show him a photo of the undercut I want. I have to remind myself, I am in a salon and not in a barber shop. Seated, looking at myself in the mirror, I contemplated for a couple of minutes before I finally decided, let’s do it! With my closed eyes and pounding heartbeat, I let him shaved my hair.
I was known for having the best-maintained hair in my early teenage years. Continue reading