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Not EVERYTHING is possible

Many people, mentors, gurus, and books suggest that EVERYTHING is possible. Personally, I start to doubt this idea.

Can you convince me that EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE?

Try now! I AM EAGER TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS. 🤔🤔🤔

Put yourself first; thank me later

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ស្រឡាញ់ខ្លួនឯង គិតគូរខ្លួនឯងមិនយើងគិតពីអ្នកដទៃ។ ជួយគេជារឿងល្អ ប៉ុន្តែ ជួយគេអស់ពីខ្លួន ហើយមកដេកចាំជំនួយវិញ គឺជារឿងគួរជៀសវាងបំផុត។ ចូរកុំឲ្យខ្លួនធ្លាក់ក្នុងរណ្តៅនេះ។

ការដែលស្រឡាញ់ខ្លួនឯង មិនមែនជារឿងដែលខុសនោះទេ។ ផ្ទុយទៅវិញ វាគឺជាអ្វីដែលមនុស្សគ្រប់រូបគួរតែធ្វើ។ មនុសមួយចំនួន តែងតែយកអាសារអ្នកនៅជុំវិញខ្លួយ ហើយភ្លេចមើលថែរខ្លួនឯង។ វាមិនខុសនោះទេ បើយើងចង់ជួយគេ តែយ៉ាងណាមិញ បើយើងគិតឲ្យអស់ទៅ តាមពុទ្ធសាសនាក្តី តាមវិទ្យាសាស្ត្រក្តី ដើម្បីឲ្យយើងបន្តជួយគេបាន លុះត្រាតែយើងជួយខ្លួនឯងសិន ព្រោះបើយើងដួល នោះយើងនឹងមិនអាចជួយគេបានទៀតនោះទេ។

ក៏ប៉ុន្តែ អ្នកខ្លះស្រឡាញ់ខ្លួនឯងលើស ក៏ជ្រុលទៅធ្វើបាបអ្នកផ្សេង ដើម្បីឲ្យខ្លួនឯងបានខ្ពង់ខ្ពស់។ នេះមិនមែនស្រឡាញ់ខ្លួនឯងនោះទេ គេហៅថាលោភ។

សរុបមកវិញ ធ្វើអីក៏ធ្វើទៅឲ្យតែធ្វើឲ្យខ្លួនឯងសប្បាយចិត្ត ប៉ុន្តែព្យាយាមធ្វើយ៉ាងណាកុំជិះជាន់អ្នកដទៃ ព្រោះគេក៏ចង់រស់ដែរ។

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Chapter 1: How I became an ESL teacher

Back in the day, I was an obedient kid; I did exactly what my parents told me to. I was quiet and introverted to the point that I didn’t even accept the money as present from my relatives or any other strangers. I dare you do that to me now! My mom still mentions how un-cleaver I was. I never smiled at anyone including my parents. Sometimes they called me mean. I think I have it embedded in my name, Meanith Nopnem, so it does not surprise me much.

Because of my talk-to-no-one personality, nobody would have thought that I would be a teacher when I grew up, but here I am now. I have been teaching for roughly a decade now. This does not prove anything; I just mentioned it because I can.

I was a good child and a helpful one. After helping my mother prepare our food vendor behind the school premise, I changed and went to school. I had been doing that for-ever until I attended secondary school. For your information, I was a noodle-soup seller in primary school. Yes, my mother was a teacher, my father was the school principal, but you do not expect us to live off their salaries, do you? Teacher’s salary? You are not kidding, right? Well, you get the point. We had second, third or sometimes forth job to help support our living. I sell bread with milk in my class. I did not like it, though, but my mom made me do it.

To be continued…

Connecting thoughts isn’t easy!

This isn’t clickbait; I just see a lightly different meaning of ‘connecting thoughts’. I mean communicate your and others’ ideas so that we can avoid misunderstanding. It doesn’t sound easy, does it?

Let’s get real, shall we? Communication is the ultimate weapon when things collide. Whenever you want conformation or agreement, do communicate. There are many ways of connecting thoughts; the question is, ‘Are you willing to?’

Ideally, any problems can be resolved if you put enough effort into figuring out the solutions. However, reality doesn’t seem to follow the rules of perfection. There will always be exceptions where communication doesn’t help. The thing is either you or your partner(s) are not willing to compromise. Let’s face it, it isn’t easy as people say, but we should try anyway.

Some people talk but do not communicate. They give unsolicited advices, and take no consideration after being given advices they ask for. This happens more often in daily communication than you may think. People do this without being aware of how it might affect their listeners. We all like to think that we are on the good side; we seem to see a lot of errors in others, yet we fail to reflect on ourselves. We even fail to communication internally within ourselves. Talk to your spirit!

Updating…

I love my son (ខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់កូនប្រុសខ្ញុំ)

ស្រឡាញ់ (sro-lanh) means ‘love’ in English. It doesn’t matter where you are from, or what language you speak, love represents the same meaning. However, people sometimes tend to misinterpret and take things to the extreme. Conditionally or unconditionally, LOVE should be the least thing that hurts.

On July 16, 2020, something tragic happened to a little 5-year-old girl. Lovely and innocent, a girl was cut from her left to her right cheek, which resulted in more than 100 stitches. If this hasn’t made you get on your feet yet, her right hand also got about 20 or more stitches. She has been in the hospital, crying without understanding what was happening to her. She was in pain and slept in fear. This isn’t about the physical scars she will carry, but the emotional scar that never she will definitely forget, ever.

This incident happened in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, the land of Angkor Wat, the land rich in culture and history. The land of LOVE.

The suspect was a woman who claimed that her little son, aged about 30 months, was injured by the 5-year-old girl two days prior to the tragic event. Her innocent son got 1 stitch on his forehead, which made her exasperated. Frustrated with what had happened, she said she couldn’t sleep and so she went to the market and bought a new knife. You can guess what happened next. She did it to the little 5-year-old girl in revenge. May god forbid! Didn’t she go to far?

Love and hatred go together in life. She loved her son so much that she hated anything that did evil to him. Isn’t that common sense? What would you do?

But wait! If I have to be completely honest, I condemn her for her cruel act. She almost killed a girl because she thought the girl deserve to payback what her son had gotten. For whatever reasons, she shouldn’t have done that. NO! She should never do that at all.

“I love my son.” doesn’t justify what she did to the girl. She is hated by her own race for what she did. She will be in court probably next Monday. Everyone is waiting for her judgement day, and so am I. No matter what she deserves at the end, the little girl will never have a normal life from now.

The love for her son and the hatred towards the girl make her HUMAN, and human is just animal without cognition.

I didn’t mean it

… Some time later, I opened my eyes just to find myself in bed staring at the ceiling without any sheet on. I felt the cold air passing through the window, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. I looked at my clock I got for my 26th birthday, and I was wide awake; it was 7.45 in the morning. I had to go to work. I rolled to the left and both of my hands helped me sit up. I shook my head a few time to get a whole of myself. I knew I was about to be late, so I grabbed my phone to make a call. Tears dropped on the screen and I couldn’t help but collapsed. I again found my back against the bed. My left hand was still holding on to my phone tightly.

“Why did it happen? Why couldn’t I be more careful? Why couldn’t I be more sensitive? It was actually my fault, but she was the one who got the punishment.”

The phone rang, and I realized it was 8. I didn’t pick up the phone; I didn’t even care to check who was calling. I was on my own sitting by the edge of the bed thinking about what happened that night. I didn’t mean to hurt her feeling; she knew I didn’t, but she still did it.

Changed, I have

Well, it seems to me that I only hit this blog when I feel down. Why not when I feel motivated? Because plain teaches you more than success. Happiness is just an illusion.

Arguing with a person you love hurts you more than anything, especially when you don’t want to even win over the argument. Trust me, I don’t want to, but the introvert beast inside me is doing so much damage to me than the words I am hearing. I am combating myself from time to time.

It is hypocritical and kinda contradictory that I am bad because I am good; however, when I try my best to be bad, I feel awful. No, no one wants me to be bad; people just want me to someone is right, at least most of the time.

Am I being rejected? Really? Being who I am is not acceptable. I know I can be careless and sometimes I don’t even care about what is around me. And, yes, that bugs others. Paying attention to detail, or every detail, is considered matured, at least in my case. And you know what? I haven’t been doing it.

Yes, I have to change. I will, but this will eventually hurt the people I care about the most. I know when I stop asking for suggestions, I’ll go rogue.

‘I know what I am doing.’

‘I have already planned it out. Don’t you worry.’

‘Right or wrong, it’s my choice. I want to do it.’

‘I think I know how it works. You can shut up now!’

I just can’t imagine saying such things to people I love and care for because I know how it feel to be rejected, and that’s why I have been agreeing to most of the offers. However, I have observed my behavior lately, and I found out that I’ve changed. I have changed in so many degrees, angles and perspectives. I have also changed my personality and my characteristics. I am not saying that all the changes are bad, but I am stating the points.

Well. I have to continue changing myself, for reality is eating me up if I don’t. Yes, do what you don’t like sometimes. It might also helps you discover your new self. And if you asked me why I need to find my new self, I would need to answer that because ‘I know what I’m doing; you can shut up for now.’