Sugar Rush

They are everywhere! Limelight hoggers…I call them. Every conversation is always about them! I have learned to keep quiet and sometimes I pretend to listen. I know it’s bad…spacing out when someone is talking. It’s just that, everyone thinks that their troubles are the biggest things on Earth that everyone should know about them! In every conversation, I try to keep quiet and listen to them talk. Know what I realized? A person’s toothache is a big problem to him that they don’t care if Thailand is under Martial Law. For a person, his own self is important. Now, tell me…who’s self-centered now?

Do I have the loser’s aura? From Campus Amba to Speech Choir to Rambadia. Why can’t we win? I’m not complaining or anything…I’m just wondering…I always do my best. But then again, maybe my best is not good enough. I saw a light at the end of a dark tunnel when 3 Campus Ambassadors invited me to audition again next time they need new applicants…next sem or next year. I want to try again but if I can’t make it this time, maybe being a Campus Ambassador is just not for me. Maybe I should explore other shores. The Rambadia Dance Festival last Friday was really disappointing. Although I knew it right from the start that we won’t win, it really hurts when you’re actually on stage and you just watch the others jump for joy. I knew that people won’t apprecaiate Wai Khruu. But our purpose there was to perform…to show everyone what Wai Khruu is. To show everyone Thailand’s rich culture. WE didn’t really lose after all. Because we got to appreciate Thai culture and we respect them for it. What really hurts after this activity? It’s the fact that the audience didn’t acknowledge the hard work we put into it. The cause of our BRUISED KNEES.

Do I have the loser’s aura? From Campus Amba to Speech Choir to Rambadia. Why can’t we win? I’m not complaining or anything…I’m just wondering…I always do my best. But then again, maybe my best is not good enough. I saw a light at the end of a dark tunnel when 3 Campus Ambassadors invited me to audition again next time they need new applicants…next sem or next year. I want to try again but if I can’t make it this time, maybe being a Campus Ambassador is just not for me. Maybe I should explore other shores. The Rambadia Dance Festival last Friday was really disappointing. Although I knew it right from the start that we won’t win, it really hurts when you’re actually on stage and you just watch the others jump for joy. I knew that people won’t apprecaiate Wai Khruu. But our purpose there was to perform…to show everyone what Wai Khruu is. To show everyone Thailand’s rich culture. WE didn’t really lose after all. Because we got to appreciate Thai culture and we respect them for it. What really hurts after this activity? It’s the fact that the audience didn’t acknowledge the hard work we put into it. The cause of our BRUISED KNEES.

For the past few days, I had been extremely busy. I even lack sleep and I think I consumed too much caffeine in my efforts to stay awake during the day. The Rambadia is this Friday and my right knee feels like it’s about to split caused by all the kneeling in Wai Kru (warrior dance). Our group is assigned to represent Thailand. Then there’s the Speech Choir and we are so pressured to do good before Monday so we can proceed to the Luce Auditorium to compete in the contest piece category. Thankfully, we got a trainor. Then, there’s the Masscom week and I may skip some of the required activities because I have to set my priorities straight. I know that a lot of people are undergoing much more craziness that I am dealing with right now. Let’s just say I have very weak stamina. Sleeping by 12 midnight and waking up really early in the morning is definitely NOT my cup of tea.

These past few days have been really hectic. The minute the clock strikes 4pm, my internal batteries have to be fully energized ’cause that’s when everything starts. Practices, lessons, researches, etc. But hey, I’m not complaining here or anything. All I’m saying is that I love being busy. Don’t get me wrong either. I’m not trying to kill myself by exhausting my body at the end of each day. It’s like this. Being busy makes me feel that I am alive. It makes me appreciate school, my friends…life in general. Most of all, being busy makes me appreciate idle moments where I could just lie in bed and daydream all I want while listening to my surroundings. Before college, I take for granted the time I allot to reading books and magazines because I can seldom do that now. In short, being busy made me appreciate the simple things in life. A simple smile from people who matter to me counts a lot.