Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand 
why the old poets of China went so far
and high 
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

Jom rip sua (formal greeting in Khmer). It's not everyday that we get to know how a citizen from a fellow ASEAN state sees the Philippines. He writes, "[l]anding at night at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport, I witnessed, from the plane, the candle-like lights of the city. This spectacular image signaled to me that something big was lying ahead and I had to be ready for it. As I took a taxi from the airport to a hostel in Mandaluyong, I noticed the metropolitan development of the city, something I’d never experienced in my country, Cambodia. Skyscrapers, flyovers, mega structures, and business centers were being built everywhere. Traffic was considered quite tolerable until my ever-smiling taxi driver told me it was only because I arrived here on a weekend when most roads were normally free. I smiled at him and said, “Let’s see.”"