<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:29:54.337+08:00</updated><category term='khmer composition'/><category term='Khmer Novel'/><category term='Cambodia'/><category term='midnight fly'/><category term='nightkiller'/><category term='picture'/><category term='midnightFLY'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='animation'/><category term='Preah Vihear'/><category term='khmer people'/><category term='Cambodia; Preah Vihear'/><category term='family; darknight'/><category term='wow'/><category term='sothun&apos;s song'/><category term='AThought'/><category term='Word of the Day'/><category term='my project'/><category term='គំរោងការក្បត់'/><category term='secret plan'/><title type='text'>I Just Don't Understand</title><subtitle type='html'>A DAYDREAMER, A FOOL AT THE BACK DOOR.. Father, if u ever heard what i had said. I know you don't believe me yet, still i will proceed. I always sleep upright coz you make me so. Many wrinkles on your forehead, but at least you still smile. I wish you could open your eyes. I really wana show u i can do it and i'm doing it. Pls be with me always-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3629508145798510685</id><published>2010-01-06T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:52:38.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khmer Novel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAMA SCRIPT 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE son OF kampujadesa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was born on the seventh moon in the early morning clear bright sun; and in the month of lion - the mighty, and the year of tiger - the brave warrior. I'm destined to rule this cracked earth after the last dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3629508145798510685?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3629508145798510685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-script-02-son-of-kampujadesa.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3629508145798510685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3629508145798510685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-script-02-son-of-kampujadesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5595943156497703560</id><published>2009-10-19T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:25:43.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khmer Novel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAMA SCRIPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE son OF kambujadesa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[---]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I love this land. I love the dry wind and fragrance of the golden rice fields in the season of great harvest. I love.. the big swath of water and the fertility brought by our mother river in the season of rains. My mother, my father were born, lived and died here… and so did yours; and so will all of us here, the sons of Kambuj and the dragon mother. Now we are standing here, on this land under the dark storms of clouds and the thirsty wind and in front of the hell God, Yama. And we shall tell them that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"All men here fear no death, no hell… and NO MEN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;My friends! I love my wife; I love… my son and daughter. And I love you all… and I love peace. I love the serenity and prosperity in times of peace. But TODAY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;we don’t fight for peace&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FIGHT FOR OUR GLORY… FOR OUR PEOPLE… AND FOR OUR LAND... FOR OUR RIGHTS TO LIVE IN THE LAND WE LIVE, ALWAYS LIVE, AND ALWAYS WILL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; And at the end of this battle, the world shall see that “NO MEN COULD TAKE PLEASURE IN THE WAR THAT THEY WAGE" and that "NO ONE MAN COULD PROCLAIM EVERLASTING VICTORY".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;My countrymen, my comrades, my friends… I admire your strengths, your courage… and your sacrifice. And it is my honor to fight all the wars with you and this last war of ours today. AND TONIGHT WE’LL DRINK THEIR BLOOD AND CELEBRATE OUR GLORY TOGETHER IN HELL… (courtesy 300)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;{THIS EXCERPT, TAKEN FROM THE GREAT SOON-TO-BE-MADE NOVEL "KAMBUJADESA - INSIDE THE KING'S WISDOM", DESCRIBED THE SPEECH DELIVERED BY PHOUMIDESAREAK, THE YOUNG PRINCE OF KAMBUJADESA TO HIS COMRADE SOLDIERS IN THE WAR AGAINST FOREIGN INVADER.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5595943156497703560?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5595943156497703560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/10/drama-script-son-of-kambujadesa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5595943156497703560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5595943156497703560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/10/drama-script-son-of-kambujadesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4853089154900715115</id><published>2009-09-30T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:28:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter To PRIME MINISTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Samdach Decho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very impressed at the not-so-recent development of two new ministerial buildings, the National Assembly and the Minstry of Foreign Affairs. They just look so iconic and remind us of our glory in the past. I very much would love to see that kind of initiative to promote our khmer styled architectures and I believe we do have competent artists and specialists for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'd love to feedback that the new Council of Ministers, sponsored by the Chinese governmet, is really a huge disappoitment. I just looks so ugly, unimpressive, plain, and disappoiting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the new building of the Ministry of Tourism yet, but I hope that it is of some encouragement and motivation for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect your effots and look forwards to seeing more of your creative, innovative, and visionary developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khemara Phoumirak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4853089154900715115?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4853089154900715115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-samdach-decho-im-very-impressed-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4853089154900715115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4853089154900715115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-samdach-decho-im-very-impressed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4137011510551554385</id><published>2009-09-01T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:17:23.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Wish. as IT IS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;As a human&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I have one wish - see a world as one without any seperating factor such as religion, country, race, nationality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a Cambodian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - meet the kInG of my fantacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;As a villager&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I have one wish - kick the asses of those who get drunk and beat their children and wives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - see people talk about people and not GoDs. See that we can become friends without even talking about gOds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - may my mum be rich so that she doesn't stop me from marrying a girl earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have a wish - marry a younger, cuter wife than my brother's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have a wish - never have feeling for your girlfriends and never fell in love with you who already have boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a student&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - stop trying to show off simple stupid things to earn some mark for a gd grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a graduate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - No need to sit myself down in front of you and act out so that you believe that i'm a man... a person you want to hire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - be cool, bold, and firm for real reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a virgin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - be able to devirginize myself before 25 with a real girl and not in brothel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;As a husband&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I'd have one wish - have four kids, 2 beautiful daughters + 2 smart boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'd have one wish - bring my daughters and sons around and fooling you guys and girls just like some old man did to me. Wow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I have one wish - be able to lift the human spirit up in confidence and empowerment by oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a dreamer, i have one wish - dreaming a real dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4137011510551554385?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4137011510551554385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4137011510551554385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4137011510551554385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-909078641319372769</id><published>2009-08-19T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:20:16.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Real Pride. Where.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Imagine how luxurious being born in a big guy's land. You can have all the luxury, dare to dream, do anything you want, and are always better protected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;US senator John Webb came all the way to Burma and with just a few words he managed to set his american fellow dude John Yettaw free out of his jail penalty on the stupid (not that bad, but i just couldn't understand the point) act of his swimming to keep Suu Kyi in jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wish the cambodians were able to sense the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Immagine how happy we would be just to see merely a time that we're heard over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh my cambodia, when would that great hero be borne again? I'm wishing to see every now and then. May the water in Cambodia stopped flowing backwards again every season of rains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-909078641319372769?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/909078641319372769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/909078641319372769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/909078641319372769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5277099395877532819</id><published>2009-05-21T16:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:03:28.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poking khmer wounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the incredible dull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Reading from those stupid histories, overlooking from the real life today and tomorrow, and studying on those outsiders' point of views, i've come to realize or rather confirm more and more on my perception that it really is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/8038112.stm"&gt;French have an impression&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the Vietnamese plant rice; the Cambodians watch it grow and the Laotians listen to it grow.&lt;/span&gt;" Of course some would say "Oh these people had come for a short span of time and gone, and how could they possibly rule out a sensible opinion about how we are?" But could it be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The elders like to tell stories of which i've never felt bored listening.. the pride they have that we're better and stronger, but i don't feel so. The Cambodians have been weak, and very weak, all along. I doubted that and it was never that hard to convince me so. But at least once i heard the name of this old rusty and fragile land disappeared from the world map few centuries ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Even small little thing i'd never bother to think.. In my village never occupied a vietnamese several years back. The last time I went back home a couple of years ago, there appeared plenty of them. That didn't surprise me at the first place; they came to do businesses with a few new factories opening up. BUT those few little coffee shops @ which i used to go watching movies when i was a little kid had just closed down. I was told the new vietnamese ones were better. Really so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've been always wondering... how could the other neighboring countries do better, and always better, than cambodia? I was told we had just recently recovered - or rather not so, but realeased, from that stupid war. I wondered as the vietnameses also went through even a longer, harder war. Is it really so, or...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I argued it was the leader's ability.. then I was teased that i was too young or immature to have thought so. Emm maybe. But i probably need to learn, or shout, more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyway thinking further about it; i shdn't blame only on him though i think he's the most responsible person for that. If the country stands lots of thinkers and real doers, I again think, no one person has that great power or impact on how the land grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I wish the cambodians were smarter and stronger. What am i to say so? and why i have that stupid reaction when i hear so. I don't know. I just don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5277099395877532819?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5277099395877532819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5277099395877532819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5277099395877532819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5564341009991819984</id><published>2009-04-06T19:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:45:48.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia; Preah Vihear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khmer people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Sdn37zzQ-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jTXR-aIs_nc/s1600-h/Khmer+Pride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321557041604524498" border="0" alt="Rith, Sothun, and Chhorng" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Sdn37zzQ-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jTXR-aIs_nc/s400/Khmer+Pride.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Sdn37tGT5kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r9J4ioRGOVQ/s1600-h/Khmer+Inscription.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321557039805359682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Sdn37tGT5kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r9J4ioRGOVQ/s400/Khmer+Inscription.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since the Angkor time, the word is more or less the same no matter how the country has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been so hard a time for these few folks that they've come to love their country {too?} much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"If I will be rewarded for my meritorious acts, I wish to be empowered to rebuild the pride of those who had sacrificed their lives for their visions that they brought for the land and the people and that for centuries never died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Khemara Phoumirak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For the source of the inscription, read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sokheounpang.wordpress.com/if-i-am-reborn-i-wish-to-be-reborn-as-khmer-again/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://sokheounpang.wordpress.com/if-i-am-reborn-i-wish-to-be-reborn-as-khmer-again/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5564341009991819984?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5564341009991819984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-angkor-time-word-is-more-or-less.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5564341009991819984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5564341009991819984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-angkor-time-word-is-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Sdn37zzQ-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jTXR-aIs_nc/s72-c/Khmer+Pride.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-729727083697109343</id><published>2009-03-03T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:15:00.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'>Stay in Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wonder when i can stay in peace like yesterdays... staying in a dark and peaceful nights with no light and noises. Happy with my family chatting about simple life stories with a pot of hot tea under the many stars dotting the sky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm kinda lost sometimes on who i am and who i'm trying to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IF i were to freely decide by myself... if i were to be on my own self... if i were alone... if i were not trying to be a smart boy since the earlier time... if i didn't know the king... if i didn't know anything at all... i would marry my simple pretty wife and lead a life so peaceful... Wouldn't that be beautiful to make your girl and your whole family laugh a simple stupid joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wonder why i could sleep so well there, but feel like hell every night trying to close my eyes here. I wonder why i need to think that much and why i cannot stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do i need to prove you my self dignity... I'm stupid and insane... i'm telling you that i'm not as smart as you... or i'm more stupid than you, my friends. I wonder why i alw try to impress you that i'm not stupid too... oh i won't do it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will try my best to do what i want to... and not because of you. It's me now, and no matter how, i won't look back into your face and tell you that i regret or i'm happy... i won't see you... but you can just know that i'm happy like so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm going back to my hometown, Samrom village, Rokapopram commune, Tbong Khmum district, Kg Cham province... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(ភូមិសមរម្យ ឃុំរកាពប្រាំ ស្រុកត្បូងឃ្មុំ ខេត្តកំពង់ចាម)។&lt;/span&gt; We'll celebrate our peace. Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-729727083697109343?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/729727083697109343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-in-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/729727083697109343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/729727083697109343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-in-peace.html' title='Stay in Peace'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7783817263505153859</id><published>2009-01-23T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:38:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REtired!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Premier understands well that senior civil servant must retire when they reach 55 years of age so as to enable the next generation of youth to take up the jobs to develop the country with new, fresh, and advanced ideas, knowledge, and skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;However, Premier said before that he would love to run the country even after his 90 so as to enable him to achieve all his visions and beat up the opposition competitors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Prime minister, deputy prime minister, and ministers are not civil servants... so they all can't be enforced under the decree, or can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7783817263505153859?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7783817263505153859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/retired-premier-understands-well-that_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7783817263505153859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7783817263505153859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/retired-premier-understands-well-that_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4966448993973359119</id><published>2009-01-23T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:27:43.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problem viewing khmer unicode</title><content type='html'>If you encounter problem viewing khmer unicode in internet explorer 6, 7, or 8 after its installation, you could follow this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Save this file "&lt;a href="http://www.khmercenter.ch/Font%20khmer/usp10.dll"&gt;USP10.DLL &lt;/a&gt;" into your &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:\program files\internet explorer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; folder&lt;br /&gt;-Close your web browser and open it again. It should work like mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more detailed instruction, pls follow this link: &lt;a href="http://www.unicodemyway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.unicodemyway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps solve your problem! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.unicodemyway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mohasarko/ មហាសាគរ&lt;/a&gt;, from whom i got the instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4966448993973359119?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4966448993973359119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-viewing-khmer-unicode-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4966448993973359119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4966448993973359119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-viewing-khmer-unicode-on.html' title='problem viewing khmer unicode'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5496229643830153786</id><published>2009-01-21T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:07:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/07/35/12/073512_3690549b6f5794abch2z03.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMjQ2NzYyNzYwOSZwdD*xMjMyNDY3NjQyMzEyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89NjAwZmYxYzY3MmE2NDQyOGFkZjQ2NTI3NjhiN2ZkMjY=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5496229643830153786?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5496229643830153786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5496229643830153786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5496229643830153786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage_21.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3290526451790604310</id><published>2009-01-17T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:41:19.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raping Is A Big Issue in Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape and debauchery... i think legalizing prostitution would be the best solution for the damn poor country like cambodia. There are at least two reasons for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, sexual desire,  though in some case contributing to self-inducementis, is a natural force and thus, i think, is hard for a number of people to restrain from the drive. Since prostitution is only available in the city and big town, those in the rural areas couldn't afford the time and money just to go for that, but instead target those around them, sadly even to their owns kids. I don't think you should suggest them to read books or play sports all the time they want it. And that's why prostitution should be legalized and spred across the country; easy access with variety and affordable price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acutally prostitution also helps creates more jobs for those uneducated people. Not many jobs in the market, it'd better for those unemployees to seek for other sources of incomes; no more relying on others. Besides, you shouldn't deny that some people would enjoy having that profession rather than working off their guts just to earn few bucks from factories. Those other guys wouldn't need to rob or steal if they don't have jobs. You know this business is lucrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what are the underlying problems? HIV... minor worker, human trafficking, social disorder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's easier to solve all these problems. As long as there's proper control over forced and underaged sexual labour, and enough medical care support to the workers, most problems would be solved. The biggest problem is the social value system that puts a lot of burdons on those people. I wonder what matters with people? It's their bodies; they wana sell it, just let them do. Give them freedom to pursue what they think is right for themselves. You can try to educate them, but should never restrict them. At the end, don't you like to make love too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... i put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need sex, you can go to brothel; you need food, you can go to foodcourt. So simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3290526451790604310?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3290526451790604310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/raping-is-big-issue-in-cambodia-rape.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3290526451790604310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3290526451790604310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2009/01/raping-is-big-issue-in-cambodia-rape.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-573942082414600330</id><published>2008-12-25T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:04:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Discussion Forum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a hard time finding a good active discussion forum to kill some time and shout out some words. A few forums i found on net are just too messy and inactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows of any good discussion board about anything from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;social to politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... but not personal or romantic stuff. Really wana be participative in ones so as to share ideas and also to learn of some new perspectives as well as knowledges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also like to go into a violent one just to see how people react from their gut feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls drop me a msg if u happen to know any. Appreciate that :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-573942082414600330?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/573942082414600330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-discussion-forum-its-been-quite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/573942082414600330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/573942082414600330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-discussion-forum-its-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5403949203533551159</id><published>2008-12-19T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:08:32.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'>An act of courtesy</title><content type='html'>Never heard (imagined) there is any anti-corruption unit in Cambodia, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Om Yentieng: anti-curruption unit chief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5403949203533551159?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5403949203533551159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/act-of-courtesy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5403949203533551159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5403949203533551159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/act-of-courtesy.html' title='An act of courtesy'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2981017848867860024</id><published>2008-12-18T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:26:16.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rights to Shut Up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm quite fascinated about this Cambodian parliment regulation that doesn't allow a less-than-10-member party to debate in the National Assembly. What are their roles then in the parliment? Aren't they also representatives of a group of people who appointed them to talk on their behalfs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;While the regulation is adopted from other well established constituations in countries such as France and Britain, I strongly oppose the rule as i don't think it's rational, fair, or just to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CPP lawmaker Jeam Yeap commented that it is regulated so that the time can be better controlled for each member to speak up as there are quite a number of them there. But i don't think it is at all a good reason for that all of them are supposed to finetune their policies, strategies, and goals - especially the recently debated national budget - to the best for the country. It should take quite some time to do that and i doubt how long the parliment was spending on discussing the issue. Furthermore, i think not all those CPP and SRP lawmakers would be talking as they've supposedly dicussed among their groups before the meeting. Adding few more crops of people wouldn't take that much of time, and it's theoretically even more important when those are from adversary groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah although i don't like the Human Right party, especially the leader, i think they should have the rights to express their ideas in the parliment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2981017848867860024?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2981017848867860024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/rights-to-shut-up-im-quite-fascinated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2981017848867860024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2981017848867860024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/rights-to-shut-up-im-quite-fascinated.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3845773522145092951</id><published>2008-12-01T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:19:07.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lee Kuan Yew's Quote About Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to find out how my country was during the 1960s as rumors said that Cambodia then was a jewel of Asia... I found out this one quote, quite satisfactory though not yet confirmed to me that my country was really so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what he said then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up to the late 1960s, Cambodia was the shining star of Indo-China, a confluence of intellectuals, traders, artists and bourgeois who lived, played and worked there. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phnom Penh was the jewel of Asia&lt;/span&gt; then. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lee Kuan Yew&lt;/span&gt;, the first Prime Minister of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.thingsasian.com/stories-photos/24621#" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; visited Cambodia in April 1967 at the invitation of Prince Norodom Sihanouk. Cruising along the capital's elegant boulevards in a Mercedes convertible, Lee turned to his host and said, &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope, one day, my city will look like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read more from: &lt;a href="http://www.thingsasian.com/stories-photos/24621"&gt;http://www.thingsasian.com/stories-photos/24621&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of quotes or rumors really make my heart cool, warm, and at the same time hot... the inconvenient saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3845773522145092951?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3845773522145092951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/lee-kuan-yews-quote-about-cambodia-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3845773522145092951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3845773522145092951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/12/lee-kuan-yews-quote-about-cambodia-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8348946258210142802</id><published>2008-11-30T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:00:06.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Before departing out of this world, we would love to see what we have done to help our country outpace others especially those in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surely could do that and our ancestors did so; at least during king Sihanouk's time, he did it. Whatever happened next were lessons. The Khmers were great people, at least for certain times. I won't lose this inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's collaborate and cooperate. We need to run fast... faster than ever at an unprecedented pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8348946258210142802?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8348946258210142802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-departing-out-of-this-world-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8348946258210142802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8348946258210142802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-departing-out-of-this-world-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4258686200061610704</id><published>2008-11-24T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:58:29.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Guys, Learn How You Can Be Sexually Harassed at Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fns5lOisXco&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fns5lOisXco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4258686200061610704?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4258686200061610704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/11/guys-see-how-you-can-be-sexually.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4258686200061610704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4258686200061610704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/11/guys-see-how-you-can-be-sexually.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-24390601559965852</id><published>2008-10-20T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:09:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's pretty annoying to read about totally different things on two different newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers, journalists... all bounded by self-biases... talking about their own thoughts and understanding while ignoring the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escalation of tension due to the problem of people reading only from one side of arguments. When listening to both, they would understand the reportes and/or the informants are damn unethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could do sth about it. Just don't understand what's going on. Wana bring all these ppl tgd and fight in front of everyone. And see how they could cheat us, the audience, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-24390601559965852?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/24390601559965852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-pretty-annoying-to-read-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/24390601559965852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/24390601559965852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-pretty-annoying-to-read-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-673938020275837506</id><published>2008-10-04T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:31:32.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia; Preah Vihear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Interesting News Lately...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thai and Cambodian soldiers finally opened fire on each other. &lt;u&gt;2 thai and 1 khmer injured&lt;/u&gt;. While the Cambodian officials said, according to &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_asiapacific/view/380073/1/.html"&gt;ChannelNewsAsia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rfa.org/khmer/indepth/Kh-Thai-soldiers-exchanged-gun-fire-10032008081400.html"&gt;RFA&lt;/a&gt;, the Thais triggered the fire first, the Thai counterpart said otherwise, according to the &lt;a href="http://www.bangkokpost.com/breaking_news/breakingnews.php?id=131091"&gt;Bangkok Post&lt;/a&gt;. Information bias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A commentary from a Thai lady criticising Thai history class teaching their kids about fake history and fool patriotism: Thai text books say &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burma is fierce, Cambodia can't be trusted, and Lao is inferior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prime Minister &lt;u&gt;Hun Sen calls Cambodian workers to come back and work at home&lt;/u&gt;, claiming there are more works for them now with better wages than working in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The government's initiatives, including the CNN 6-mth campaign, to promote and brand &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cambodia; World of Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-673938020275837506?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/673938020275837506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-interesting-news-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/673938020275837506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/673938020275837506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-interesting-news-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5564086214224505007</id><published>2008-09-30T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:56:24.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Prospects for Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since now the government is dominated by only one party, we could foresee more stability in the political environment and would thus anticipate many more investments coming in. One party means lower political risk for the investors; however, politcal hazard increases, and the prospect would lie down to how competent and ambitious that one party is or that one person is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For the moment, let's just cheer up the government's initiatives, including the CNN 6-mth campaign, to promote the country's tourism industry with the newly-built brand name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cambodia, World of Wonder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The advertising campaign is one among many others that we all have been aspiring to see... Remember &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vireak.net"&gt;Vireak&lt;/a&gt; was wondering on how we should brand Cambodia, and i think some of us did give the right guess to this adopted slogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Cambodia needs to move and move fast... i hope the government, mainly our respected Prime Minister Hun Sen, would try to show off his bigger ambition to make a good history of himself and the nation. We are all looking forwards to seeing more actions from the government... the stock market establishment, corruption law, commercial law institution, vast infrastructure development, and, of course, better education system are among those we need to make the move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Let's Cheer Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, i don't support the PM's ban on beauty contest... I don't see anything wrong with that... Encourage the girls to bring out their best in beauty and that's health of the nation. Can't you see that we all work for that beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5564086214224505007?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5564086214224505007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/prospects-for-cambodia-since-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5564086214224505007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5564086214224505007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/prospects-for-cambodia-since-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-552886347882053270</id><published>2008-09-23T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:35:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The meaning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{Phoumirak = Protector of the land and nation.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Khemara Phoumirak = Protector of the land and nation of the Khmers.}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am the protector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-552886347882053270?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/552886347882053270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/phoumirak-protector-of-land-and-nation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/552886347882053270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/552886347882053270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/phoumirak-protector-of-land-and-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2226382062951024426</id><published>2008-09-15T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:51:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a minute costs you a million dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to spare some time to waste with my secret scheme. But now I'm fading with my dreams and still blinking at how it would end. I won't close it yet until i've done the reality check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. on the dream to get that girl next door down for a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. if only I have time for it... I wana do it... i really wana see i can do it. May you be with me, father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2226382062951024426?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2226382062951024426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-minute-costs-you-million-dollar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2226382062951024426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2226382062951024426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-minute-costs-you-million-dollar.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2207227801003939214</id><published>2008-07-22T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:16:25.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preah Vihear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There Must Be No Concessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard too much of peace and calmness of the people of Cambodia while the Thais have been barking even onto of our faces. I can't believe that we've learnt a lot, or too much, from a great peaceful wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so upset to read about history coz it just hurts my feeling... why my people were so weak to have these enemies invade and take over the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in the kind of those situations.. I kinda understand the reason.. why. The Khmers are always ready to give, to make concession... almost all become Bhudda. At least several of friends i've talked to regarding the issue (or even me sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thais have no shame or offend to be called a robber, a thief, or a tiger... The Khmers are ready to give..to be a little peaceful deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves their people and their land.. but the problem is they love themselves more than anything else.. Nothing wrong there. But imagine.. we are trying to study to enjoy our lives while those people are fighting off the war for nothing but $20 a month to support their family. Nothing wrong here either coz they're just different ways of making a selfish living. Such a shame on me. I've been calling these fighters as cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when asked if i'm ready to serve in the battle, i feel i have too much opportunity costs to do so. I'm afraid I die in the battlemountain. Emm.. looking forwards to the payoff of our opportunity costs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My men... and my ladies... probably each of us should bear some responsibility.. protecting the land you're born in for that it is the land that those many fighters bled all their blood to make a mark.. Kampuja. I call for a National Service for every man and woman in Cambodia. So that I won't lose my opportunity cost to go to the war and die. I hope to know how hard it is just to protect and build the glory of a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2207227801003939214?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2207227801003939214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-must-be-no-concessions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2207227801003939214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2207227801003939214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-must-be-no-concessions.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6764989276796878855</id><published>2008-07-01T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:34:59.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightkiller'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Preah Vihear... Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My land.. the land my father built up... has been recroached over again and again. I don't know if it can last. I'm nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to stay in peace and walk together as brothers, but it's not and will never be the case. As far as i remember from father; we can only enjoy our peace when we are strong and able to guard and protect ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Khmers!... the Cambodians, the people of Kampujesda, we need to prepare ourselves... It's time to take on training... serving in national services. We are now weak, so weak and have been weak and fragile for several centuries... some time ago, our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kampuja disappeared on the world map.&lt;/span&gt; My father alerted me long before that. I Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father treasured peace and he wouldn't return to rebuild the glory anymore.. he's enlighted. He told me simply: Protect the legacy of the land and people of Kampujesda... and I remember his last word upon his leaving: Be strong, my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm... father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pls take some time to read it.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preah-vihear.com/"&gt;http://www.preah-vihear.com/&lt;/a&gt; = The Disputed Area with Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icj-cij.org/docket/index.php?sum=284&amp;amp;code=ct&amp;amp;p1=3&amp;amp;p2=3&amp;amp;case=45&amp;amp;k=46&amp;amp;p3=5"&gt;http://www.icj-cij.org/docket/index.php?sum=284&amp;amp;code=ct&amp;amp;p1=3&amp;amp;p2=3&amp;amp;case=45&amp;amp;k=46&amp;amp;p3=5&lt;/a&gt; = UN International Court of Justice Rulings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wana sleep... but this stings my eyes... very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6764989276796878855?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6764989276796878855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-preah-vihear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6764989276796878855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6764989276796878855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-preah-vihear.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5282836103692461303</id><published>2008-06-25T03:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:37:31.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnightFLY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haya... don't have enough sleep lately. Gota go sleep now; hope i won't wake up for the next whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If given one, what would you wish for in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would wish that i woke up one day.. Hohoo I'M back in the 12 century in my old land, the GREAT land, the only land where water flows backwards... AND YOU KNOW WHAT, i would be the protector, the great warrior.. and all khmers would remember my name. I'd live and die in the great city and my land'd prosper for millennia ahead.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh god, how beautiful my cities and my people were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5282836103692461303?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5282836103692461303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/haya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5282836103692461303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5282836103692461303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/haya.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7473147689287393538</id><published>2008-06-08T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:35:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SEre7Tw5wzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bs5FTov_rWs/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209221029506433842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="click to reveal my rare beauty." src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SEre7Tw5wzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bs5FTov_rWs/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never enjoy my sleep... whenever i close my eyes, my thoughts would fly all over... i like to dream and i dream many beautiful fake dreams... One night, i dreamt of you; it was fake, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7473147689287393538?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7473147689287393538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-could-never-enjoy-my-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7473147689287393538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7473147689287393538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-could-never-enjoy-my-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SEre7Tw5wzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bs5FTov_rWs/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5120369671817142705</id><published>2008-06-06T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:43:49.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;THE BROKE KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need 3 of myself to walk my dream... Really! How can I do it all in just one me? Father...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5120369671817142705?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5120369671817142705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/broke-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5120369671817142705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5120369671817142705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/06/broke-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6049995414952894257</id><published>2008-05-30T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:42:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Fail...</title><content type='html'>First time applying for job... Don't really know what i want to do. All the internship postings are just not so right. I did apply to a few companies anyway. Got one interview with GE Supply Asia, good pay, good job. Requirement: professional and competent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not sound so right with me, but just tried to write in. Luckily, i got to the interview. 2 times. After the interview, i felt very confident that i was qualified, and was hoping to get the job. Stopped applying for other companies. For two weeks the company was still finalizing its decision. Followed up every other few days; eventually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would like to know the status of my application.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh we've just made the selection.&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah; but could you tell me the result of my application?&lt;br /&gt;-Emm we've already make the selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit i understood... So... I'm jobless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time failure in life... that excludes the love attempts and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i never fail.. but it looked like i was wrong... It's not the matter that i fail though.. but i'm unemployed and broke now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to help, please donate to my bank account:&lt;br /&gt;DBS Saving, 501-1-11_117-1312o1&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Broke account...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6049995414952894257?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6049995414952894257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-never-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6049995414952894257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6049995414952894257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-never-fail.html' title='I Never Fail...'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2673812988882583379</id><published>2008-05-26T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:08:56.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Lucks to Khmer Girls</title><content type='html'>Been very interested in RAPE case, which is getting so popular in Cambodia. Sharing my sorrows with those innocent victims. Were thinking it's kinda crazy for all these girls being born in such a country, BUT now the next page reads me that these girls are even luckier than some others in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From BBC, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raped Girls Sent to Prison for Their Misconduct&lt;/span&gt;. According to the Islamic law, Pakistan, if a girl who is raped cannot prove that the SEXual act occured without her consent, she will be charged and jailed (possibly to life time prisonment). Another point of interest: If the raped girl gets pregnant, it must be of preconsensual sex, Zina, which is a major sin and an evil path; thus she must be jailed. And it is a luck if she doesn't get pregnant after sex. (Only preconsensual sex can let her bear baby! Interesting religious science!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, the girl who, so called, allows herself to be raped would be still jailed very simply coz she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;allows herself to be raped&lt;/span&gt;, going unaccompanied, giving romance, or seducing to the guy(victim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jailed rape-victimised girl comments to BBC: "The law is not good (wrong interpretation or misunderstanding), but the God, Allah, is good. He sets our path. We're destined to be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UN is asking for an amendment to the Zina and Rape law of Pakistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From the day I know how to think... God has cheated us all for over two milleniums. God cheats us coz we allows him to do so.  I wonder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-how my people throw rice on the ground while hungers are lying on the floor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-how people offer food to those fat monks while hungers are lying on the floor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-how people build those big temples while hungers are lying on the floor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-how these fat monks get all these delicous food i've never tasted before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-how these people coming to monkhood while their children and family are getting so poor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-How these people are fighting each other to death so that their God could live so pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I wish one day i could kick all these Gods's asses.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2673812988882583379?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2673812988882583379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucks-to-khmer-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2673812988882583379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2673812988882583379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucks-to-khmer-girls.html' title='Lucks to Khmer Girls'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-9181288937364540601</id><published>2008-05-05T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:26:53.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'>Cambodia: Overall Review (Part I) :-)</title><content type='html'>We talk about Cambodia (I mean our country.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rationally, we shouldn't be poor (I mean our country). Geographically, Cambodia's situated in a vast area of fertile flat land that is rarely annoyed by weather or god. Sufficient water system. Tropical weather. Rich in resources (some more: newly found oil stock stupid). Beautiful. No volcanos, earthquakes, turnados, tsunami.. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the people are stupid.. but it shouldn't be the case. Historically, those big monuments should reveal great intelligences of these people (I mean our people). Or these people are already perished or faded with other races?... emm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to look on how a country develops... (should take some economic courses).. pardon my wild understanding and messy sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find businesses generate cash for the economy and come as investment forms, domestic and foreign. Since locals don't own sufficient resources, it depends to a great extend on foreign investments. So it lies down to how attractive the country is to those foreign investments. The country's small size is not a hindrance to its attractiveness. It is those controllable factors that the government is not capable of transforming. Inability. Disability. Stupidity. Ignorance. Dull. Null. Nut. Naked. Embarrasing. enough... stop scolding. See what we can improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A country's well developped because the leader is smart, and vice versa. The old day, a country ran according to a person's direction. The prosperity then was determined by that person's ability (I mean: smart or stupid). I wonder in this young day &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;why it goes the same way.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding comparative advantage for Cambodia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recent outlook. World &lt;strong&gt;rice&lt;/strong&gt; demands increase in supply shortages. Thailand, biggest &lt;strong&gt;rice&lt;/strong&gt; exporter, exported 9-10 million tonnes a year, while VN, second player, 3-4 m tonnes, and offnumbered Cambodia, 1.5 m tonnes. Look at production: Thailand and Vietnam's average rice yield = 4.5 tonnes/ha; Cambodia, 2.4 tonnes/ha. Cambodia looking at leading the market by exporting 8 m tonnes in coming years (ambitious?). &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outlook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Cambodia still utilizes much less paddy fields than in the 60s. Improved production yield. Higher competitive advantage for planting. Expelled sick disabled gov't body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tourism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Thailand's international tourist arrivals numbers at 14.8 millions, Singapore = 10.3 m, VN = 4 m, and Cambodia is very excited with 2 m. That gov't doesn't know how to exploit the opportunity, but knows well how to exploit its ignorant people. With that great &lt;strong&gt;Angkor&lt;/strong&gt; as a selling point... come on, be creative, people!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Timber and rubber (haven't skimmed on this yet)... anyway, cut all the trees...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garments...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's find competitives advantage for Cambodia. Singapore = financial hub, Malaysia = manufacturing hub, Thailand = everything hub... now branding Cambodia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sons and daughters of the great empire! Shame on you people. You don't know what to do! Beside speaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether you're engineers, marketeers, economists (corrupted people), businessmen (exploiting people).. come paint Cambodia (i mean our country) better (i mean brighter).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wana make it a useful thought.. but it's just a shame (i mean rubbish). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-9181288937364540601?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/9181288937364540601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/cambodia-overall-review-part-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/9181288937364540601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/9181288937364540601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/05/cambodia-overall-review-part-i.html' title='Cambodia: Overall Review (Part I) :-)'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8736924921483811288</id><published>2008-04-11T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:59:43.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S DANCE!</title><content type='html'>New year's coming... Let's dance, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, including this year i'd have missed new year dancing for 3 years already... oh god, i miss it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall again and again, i dared to dance only for the first time just before i came to singapore. And i really loved it, now no more chance to dance :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that girl! that 16 yo girl that i used to take around with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; her motorbike will also be gone after this year's new year, sadly to my br :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably one of the reason that i can't live outside cambodia is this precious dancing opportunity :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;btw, i feel: taking a cute girl around on that motorbike was really something! emm i also think her mother loves me more, oh dear! i'm gona miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8736924921483811288?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8736924921483811288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-dance.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8736924921483811288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8736924921483811288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-dance.html' title='LET&apos;S DANCE!'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3545804371898997310</id><published>2008-04-08T01:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:53:17.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'>Conclusions: the Cambodians</title><content type='html'>A few conclusions from a debate among Cambodian scholars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Cambodians are sadly not clever, especially its leaders from generation to generation. And amazingly, we're stupid in the same old pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hopeless. The Cambodians don't know what to do to make their country better. The only hope is to wait for the older lame lame generation to die off this hell. And we never know whether the next guy who leads Cambodia is clever enough. Imagine highly western educated scholar like Pol Pot can be that fucking stupid. The next generation of Cambodians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apparently, there's no such a thing as a visionary man in Cambodia. Except for the stone temple makers, we're nothing (null for generations). Sometimes we should stop talking too much about those temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always offend the Thais calling as stupid, but maybe we should think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Khmers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-sorry i'm one among those null who don't know what to do besides screaming out. i really don't know what to do. if i didn't have anything to be proud of, i would always shut up even though my country's this lame laggard. but i love this country, and i'm not happy with it now. YOU! don't ever dream of leading the country if u r this ignorant. &lt;u&gt;please! it's enough for all these DULL leaders.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how can i not die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3545804371898997310?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3545804371898997310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/04/conclusions-cambodians.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3545804371898997310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3545804371898997310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/04/conclusions-cambodians.html' title='Conclusions: the Cambodians'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6580735639755289160</id><published>2008-03-21T04:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:41:03.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'>Cambodia: Costs to Be Poor</title><content type='html'>-Lost self-identity: projection on the poor, selflessness. Even worse, you also forget or force yourself to forget who you are. How much have we lost so far? Our culture, people, history, and legacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Always poor: slow man or sick man can't progress. Maybe you do but still a backstage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Exploitation: poor people are easy to exploit because it's just so. Luckily, no one can eradicate you in today's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Foreigners come to visit cambodia to have sex with its children. That explains by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even worse, immorality has deeply implanted in this society. Imagine even a father can do that to its own daughter. It really bothers my eyes to read all those headings.&lt;br /&gt;-Existing to only bother others to help. Beggar. No self-esteem. Without donors, can it still be a nation? Of course. But yeah we still need to help Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;-like polluted water, it allows all those rubbish to be born to just tear the country down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Thailand, it never suffered from any war and that is because of its competent leaders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vietnameses say they suffered from many years of wars, but never suffered from a lack of heros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Cambodia, we say we never lack of histories to say, but it's just too many to describe in words. មានពេលយើងលក់ដី,​​ លក់ស្រុកលក់ព្រៃ, លក់ទាំងក្បាលខ្លួនឯងទៀត។ មានដល់យើងចេះសំលាប់ពូជឯងផង ពូជអ្នកចំបាំងកាប់តែគ្នាឯង។ A sahme to you poelpe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my country, my people... what can i do? and what can you do? I'm not hopeless, but you're even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6580735639755289160?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6580735639755289160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/03/cambodia-costs-to-be-poor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6580735639755289160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6580735639755289160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/03/cambodia-costs-to-be-poor.html' title='Cambodia: Costs to Be Poor'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8558121560784105853</id><published>2008-03-01T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:01:00.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm very much Inspired by this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn't be any intervention from those small guys. The market simply follows the pattern of demand and supply. Probably, the more we do intervene in the case, the more raping cases there would be. The Cambodians!!! It's about all these smart young girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4geLOEzH_6Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4geLOEzH_6Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   Street Children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These children are growing to be thieves, robbers, devils... threats to social stability.. There should be a way to eradicate these grassroots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DndPbhrf65A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DndPbhrf65A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the cause to be borne as the Cambodian? Our history never says that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8558121560784105853?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8558121560784105853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-very-much-inspired-by-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8558121560784105853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8558121560784105853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-very-much-inspired-by-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8636842690229207967</id><published>2008-02-25T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:39:05.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Should We Get Involved in Premarital Sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes - To avoid post marriage disatisfaction. (50%)&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes - To enjoy ourselves. (20%)&lt;br /&gt;3. No - It's a bad culture. (10%)&lt;br /&gt;4. No - To avoid future inconvenience and suffering. (20%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the research, 70% of the responses is in favor of having premarital sex. There shouldn't be any sampling error coz my blog is visited by all kids of people (good and bad, guys and gals) within the target group, youth. In general, people therefore supports the idea of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;having sex before marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more trend can also be observed; more and more people are starting to think more carefully about their post marriage life. The solid objection to premarital sex lies down on potential future inconvenience and suffering. Playing safe is thus crucial in maintaining love relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm.. what else should i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh.. btw, i shouldn't have picked No 3 at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8636842690229207967?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8636842690229207967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-we-get-involved-in-premarital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8636842690229207967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8636842690229207967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-we-get-involved-in-premarital.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6502244454037483936</id><published>2008-02-06T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:21:13.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight fly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ស្នេហាស្នេហា!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to look more deeply into the world revolution, i feel that almost anything actually flow around the same thing. Firstly, it starts and then booms up upon a point in time it reaches its peak. Lastly, it's forced to plunge its head down again AND attention will be catched here as most of us (if not all) wouldn't wana lose those good things we always have. *Bell curve always applies*. Look at the world revolution, you know, sth like green house, green fuels, green car, green ads, green certificate, green whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking about love for some reason. I dunoe, i just try to understand. You know, since love is a depletable resource, it will someday deplete. Simple reason, attractive gals attract emm. As love always gives us good feelings, we wouldn't wana see it go exhausted, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe so, it means that we needa try find way to make our love green to sustain the good emotion (you know the heaven). Personally, i got some ideas of how to make it green. And there they go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dun look at others when you're still with your partner&lt;br /&gt;-Dun do only those things you love to - care some to how your partner feels&lt;br /&gt;-Dun kiss or hold your partner too little or too loose&lt;br /&gt;-Dun spend too much coz resources are also exhaustable&lt;br /&gt;-Dun go to bed without saying i love you&lt;br /&gt;-Dun do this: gals always say he's not sensitive, dun liao jie understand me. Guys say she never tells me what she wants.. i dun understand her! -- after all, dun expect too much that others understand you, rather try to understand each other and sometimes good to directly tell him/her how you feel and what you want. Never be angry coz cambodians say ខឹងខុស ខឹងខូច ខឹងខាត&lt;br /&gt;-Dun ask your partners how many and/or how much s/he have been with coz you never know who will be upset&lt;br /&gt;-Dun look away when your partner is looking at you coz you never know what s/he wants&lt;br /&gt;-Du have sex before marriage to secure pain when lai wang - splitting up (green always ha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how i feel.. love should be green. But how green is green? i dun know. Emm.. Would you like to go green, go with me :-&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6502244454037483936?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6502244454037483936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6502244454037483936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6502244454037483936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7349701955073597346</id><published>2008-01-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:33:13.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight fly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i have a girlfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid to recall my secondary 9.. i ran away when hearing that gal was felling over me. haha oh man, i thought i somehow liked her also. Duno what the hell wrong with me. Otherwise, i'd have had galfrn since my sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i remember i just couldn't talk to gals until like final day in my old NUM uni. In hi Sch, i fall onto this grade 9 gal who would always stopped by infront of my rented house listening to my song conveying love msg to her. I learnt composing songs since then. She'd always smile or even joked with friends about me. Looking at her for 3 yrs plus, i was never able to talk to her. After my baccalaureate exam, i shouted out my result (proudly) to her while she was riding past my house. Somehow i saw her laugh a lot (suspectedly in a good way) and call her sister to come watch at me... emm. Few last times, i dared to go eat porridge breakfast at her store (never talk either). THE story ended about 2 yrs later after i went to PP for uni (she alr married to a young teacher there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly talk to gals in my uni... so commited to studying that time (so ridiculous to flash back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Sgp, somehow i breathed in a little courage.. starting talking to gals, not much though. After many failed attempts, i realized later that all the girls i crushed on had alr been attached (even worse almost all attached to my friends, and even worst to my close friends)... sorry for that guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you feel like having galfrn, you just can't avoid thinking of lots of things... n now i just wana call back my thoughts that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing ((( if i have a galfrn, i will give her seven best things - ooo just to make it different, impressive, and ya ppl always like 7 - and ya that's for my gf yahhn&lt;whatever&gt;&lt;just&gt;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven sweetest gifts for my galfrn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the seven are:&lt;br /&gt;1,&lt;br /&gt;2,&lt;br /&gt;3,&lt;br /&gt;4,&lt;br /&gt;5,&lt;br /&gt;6,&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7349701955073597346?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7349701955073597346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-have-girlfriend-funny-to-recall-my.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7349701955073597346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7349701955073597346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-have-girlfriend-funny-to-recall-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-1033637234902914773</id><published>2008-01-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:05:28.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;ever seen her? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;UYYYYYYY  O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/R4Yn6ieaL-I/AAAAAAAAADM/TfEXl4yP71A/s1600-h/07-08-07_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153850710212358114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Phoumirak's Album" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/R4Yn6ieaL-I/AAAAAAAAADM/TfEXl4yP71A/s400/07-08-07_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-1033637234902914773?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1033637234902914773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/1033637234902914773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/1033637234902914773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/R4Yn6ieaL-I/AAAAAAAAADM/TfEXl4yP71A/s72-c/07-08-07_0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4163399959656357070</id><published>2008-01-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:55:04.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight fly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time To Study Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How can it be not boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old year's passed, new year's come. I can't believe i grow up this fast. Unexpected... lots of things were just going too fast. I should have expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr school starts and i'm still in the middle of nowhere. I wish i wouldn't needa come back. I wish the night could be longer so i don't needa wake up so hazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as i could remember from last year....&lt;br /&gt;-my gpa dived too deep in the sea&lt;br /&gt;-i lost my self control for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;-i finally refreshed myself for a while b4 getting back to the dust again&lt;br /&gt;-i finally opened up a company with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;-i suddenly become a manager for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;-i can feel that i grow&lt;br /&gt;-the final round, i lost the battle outside the boxing ring (i should have beaten him with another style)&lt;br /&gt;-i got a chocolate dream sms and i volunteerily broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;-i make a tough decision to stop loving anyone till a gd time comes&lt;br /&gt;-my brother finally got married&lt;br /&gt;-my father left me again and forever...&lt;br /&gt;-i met lots of ppl and made lots of friends ever&lt;br /&gt;-i still wonder why i made my working environment that ineffective (i should have done better)&lt;br /&gt;-i bought a quitar, a khmer tror, and a flute&lt;br /&gt;-the gal who take away my heart finally gives me back so i can still live with love (what should have been better?)&lt;br /&gt;-so far as i remember two of my girl friends were exploited in some way (i hate them!)&lt;br /&gt;-tgd with this year's travel, i would have finished visiting all my country's 24 provinces with only 5 left.&lt;br /&gt;-i still remember lots of things happened and it was all about money&lt;br /&gt;-and now what i feel the most is that i'm really really very extremely broke after all... (why am i still happy though?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things i just still can't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... new year's seeking for a new beginning... that's one of the very few words i like to scream out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prosperous new year everyone, especially me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4163399959656357070?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4163399959656357070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-to-study-again-how-can-it-be-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4163399959656357070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4163399959656357070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-to-study-again-how-can-it-be-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8702509641206892747</id><published>2007-12-13T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:57:01.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debauchery...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Be Famous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's girl; simple, gentle, smart... not that rich, but from a poor, unfortunate, background. Her father went away with another wife and her mother passed away coz of unresistable heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her very much as she's always strong and struggling... don't know what else i should say, but she's pretty cute as well. Tall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when i heard this happened to her. That guy, pretty looking young rich boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can he breaks off a gal like that? He convinced her to bed... He filmed her naked and sent all over to his friends... and commenting on every part of her. She was his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the answer of the guy... Are you serious in our love? "I DON'T KNOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was to show off to all his friends how he can achieve that... flirting a cute gal, get her undressed, and film for personal production... TO BE FAMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a girl like her be like that? I never want to believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity yourself, gals.. my frns... going out together for holiday in Kg Som... in Siem Reap... only you yourselves with those freaking guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway... how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8702509641206892747?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8702509641206892747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/12/debauchery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8702509641206892747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8702509641206892747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/12/debauchery.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7959788605169347496</id><published>2007-12-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:41:18.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family; darknight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE OLD STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father and a son... the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the time that we were together on that old motorbike running through ranges of rubber trees. You were so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely had a chance to call you again... You went away... if our family had not broken, we'd not have been that poor. My mother always cried; i hated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated those neighbors and those men looking down on my mum... If you were around always, we'd not have been treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too small to remember when you actually left us alone; and i almost forget your face when you came back that one time years later. I remembered mum was crying a lot. She talked a lot as she was drunk that night... she never drank before. She asked you to stay back, but you said you needed to go... it was a responsibility to take care of your younger kids. They needed you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thriving for life; everyone of us were working hard to survive... we were never happy even if i got prizes or sth. I hardly remembered if i had ever smiled with mum, brothers, and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum sold fish and everything until her older age. She said she was so afraid of sins. I convinced her there were no sins on earth. I'm forced not to believe in sins... When you were here, life was not this tough; at least we could still smile sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later when i got a bit mature, you were back again with your new family... I'd like to have father, but i never missed you that time... I saw you but not often. From then, i understood life better; i was always saying you were so wrong, not smart... you beated me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were ready to be chopped down with the axe on your hand that cool night... i didn't like the way you spoke... i hate drunk man. I realized later that you were just not brave enough to talk with me undrunk. After those countless quarrels between a father and a son, you were always sending me a letter.. i couldn't remember how many i had read either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you and everyone... I confessed my wrongdoing; can't be forgiven. Forget this father. But don't be upset of your destiny. Never be upset of your life... Remember it's life... For me as father, i always believe in you growing to be a better person. I strongly believe in you. I'm proud of you even with this upbringing. Be strong always my son..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked writing and the contents of your writings were always that same old song except for the last two you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that you loved me.. and i never know how it was true. I loved you as you gave me this life... this head... this whole body... and especially this life lessons. I was really angry with you last time but it never happened again after i got out better in my state of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have any revenge in mind. All i want is to make everyone of you happy. I did tell you. I asked you to take care of yourself.. and i'd make you proud of yourself and proud of me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe i hadn't taken it serious enough... i didn't know the sun would lose its shines even before dusk. I wish i could talk to you personally in your fully awake mind... i could never. I asked to meet you when i'd lost in the dark, still you never wanted to give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw your loving face again since i was very young... now i can't see your face forever... My Great Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true, may we be in the whole family again with you in your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll erasing your old story and i'm building a good new one for you. May you be with me forever. Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7959788605169347496?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7959788605169347496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-story-father-and-son.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7959788605169347496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7959788605169347496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-story-father-and-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8195424087638928623</id><published>2007-11-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:42:53.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to Care for in Cambodia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with this Australian man, somehow i get quite lost in his question on my company's social status... Hey he's quite a good customer though (I do feel miss my customers most of the time... those nice chattings with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while this evening, he came to ask me that "you know your contry's just missed something very important... that can give back your past glory." Wow i tried to think of what that'd be. Is that about the oil discovery? Oh no, i guessed that is the Vote for the New 7 Wonders of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE GLORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah that was what he wana mention about. He said Angkor Wat can definitely beat the rest except the Pyramid, and the Collosium. It was just that Hun Sen or your government was not suffy enough to get the pride for the great. I said.. that's damn stupid. The committee is just too ignorant to have that kinda voting. Fuck off. No understanding at all. NVM. we failed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this terrible guy so called POLLLL POTTT... the most stupid man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talking about whether i love the king, the government... sth i don't like talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally coming to this.. what i should do as one of the country's bright boys. (i'm one of the brights!),,, A ltl bit of talking, then he said he thinks there're 3 things for Cambodians to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rid of cigarete from your country, 1m ppl die each year... only Cambodia allows tobaco ad... (this is funny as i listened to)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rid of Cristianity from your country (funny again, he's a cristian)..&lt;br /&gt;3. He couldn't remember the third... (get back to me nxt tm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like religion coz i know God always cheat ppl__ really hate religious ppl. can't stand those ppl saying God heals HIV... That's not funny. I raised my eyebrow... what's the point for me my ppl to preserve Bhuddism.. He's just another man from another country, not my own ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presearve your Bhuddhism... that's the beauty of your country your ppl... that's your image, your face, your past... The root of your beautiful culture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now i'm wondering if we were standing in the wrong position)&lt;br /&gt;The man: Professor in the Royal University of Phnom Penh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what are those things we'd preserve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8195424087638928623?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8195424087638928623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-preserve-in-cambodia-talking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8195424087638928623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8195424087638928623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-preserve-in-cambodia-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2496149441890107403</id><published>2007-10-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:07:58.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEDDING TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there's gona be a wedding in my house, first time ever. The event's on 19 Nov 07... which is on Mon. Anyone's free on the day, pls come cheer up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey the event  is between my brother and his to-be 16 yo wife. So cute, man. I think i still feel for her by now (big crime). Anyway... There's gona be a damn hard work for me this time on. He's now 26 and marries a 16... If i wana beat him, i gota find a 12 yo gal now... coz i'm 22. Actually it sounds like an interesting idea.. 10 yrs later, I'll be 32 and she'll be 22 haha.Loving a 12 yo gal, you feel safe and sound... presumably she's untouched by any mind contamination. That's called PURITY. I'm alr badly polluted, so it's best if i can find sb like that, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2496149441890107403?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2496149441890107403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-time-finally-theres-gona-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2496149441890107403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2496149441890107403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-time-finally-theres-gona-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8110450234934935267</id><published>2007-10-19T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:56:24.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME PERSONAL REVIEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not bad, Cambodia has its own way of writing system... No others can claim this treasure.&lt;br /&gt;-Chandler in FRIEND said "Everybody knows what Cambodia is famous for."Then his roommate say "Yeah... but what is that"... He said "Oh yeah what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;-A Malaysian tourist said "It's really amazing just to get into the entrance of the Angkor Wat... Just like you suddently appear in a heavenly kingdom... Like you are taken back to the past"&lt;br /&gt;-A Caucasian said "Never see this great before. Really worth the 2 years saving for this trip..."&lt;br /&gt;-Countless bunch of ppl say they like the Cambodian smile, the best ppl ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;-The Cambodian normally don't squeeze foreigners for bucks...&lt;br /&gt;-A Scottish said he's made not leave this country...&lt;br /&gt;-An old English man said he likes the way the ppl here treat him, especially gals... In his country, this young gals never look at you old ppl... here gals're sweet...&lt;br /&gt;-Group of ppl say the Vietnamese gals are better than Cambodian gals...&lt;br /&gt;-Tourists say the Cambodian sour soups are not too sour nor too hot...&lt;br /&gt;-They say Cambodians are generally friendlier than others, similar to laotians...&lt;br /&gt;-And there are probably too many beggars in Cambodia... A bit hard to find peace here. You travel coz you wana relax your mind... and you come to pity these poor, make yourselves no more enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;-There should be more helping groups... Too many NGOs, but not many are helpfull&lt;br /&gt;-Hardly see ppl wearing spec here...&lt;br /&gt;-Hardly find well educated ppl here too...&lt;br /&gt;-It's just too stupid to talk to authority in Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;-The kids along the street are very lovely.. they should be treated well...&lt;br /&gt;-The government has lots of things more to do.&lt;br /&gt;-There's no way the Cambodians can compete with Thailand and Vietnam.. you're just too far behind, you are not as smart.&lt;br /&gt;-You, young generation, should retrieve back your country's dignity... get it back.&lt;br /&gt;-What the Cambodian can be proud of? Except Angkor Wat? I say "Bayon"... haha (what else should i have answered).&lt;br /&gt;-Just these little little things, the Cambodians don't know how to do... Stupid (I hate hearing this, you bitch... i wana kick your ass, but...)&lt;br /&gt;-There are too many dots.......... for Cambodians...&lt;br /&gt;-I said as a Cambodian, we're born with a job... a job to rebuild the country to glory... He said you're wrong.... Not a job, it's your responsibility.. never finish.&lt;br /&gt;-Angkor Wat's closing... hard for you to earn money from tourists as you know you just don't have anything else besides Angkor Wat...&lt;br /&gt;-A Khmer Rouge Tribunal investigator or researcher asked me "How do you think about the tribunal?".. "What do you think about those gurus to be questioned in the court?"... I said "Who are those ppl? Are they Khmers?"&lt;br /&gt;-There's an English song called "Holiday in Cambodia"...&lt;br /&gt;-I took a picture with my friends on Preah Vihear Temple near the sign saying "I'm proud to be a Cambodian"... Months later it was published in newspaper... Is it coz it's so funny? the word unheard?&lt;br /&gt;-The Cambodians, arts, cultures... you guys should promote more.&lt;br /&gt;-I always ask when i am strong enough... why i can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh a chinese lady said at least the Cambodian guys are generally better than Chinese, Taiwanese, or Korean guys... Then we should promote more.&lt;br /&gt;-A Khmer American says it's generally better to live in America as everything's free... (I heard everything's exp there...)&lt;br /&gt;-My country is developing...&lt;br /&gt;-Cambodia's becoming a new oil empire...&lt;br /&gt;-It's true Cambodia used to be the biggest exporter of rice and rubber...&lt;br /&gt;-Why Cambodian arts flourished also during the 50s and 60s?&lt;br /&gt;-What now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8110450234934935267?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8110450234934935267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-personal-review-not-bad-cambodia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8110450234934935267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8110450234934935267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-personal-review-not-bad-cambodia.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3375487996420303805</id><published>2007-10-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:22:03.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If A Girl Tells You She dreamt of Kissing Your Lips For Very Long?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dream of this kinda thing only for those we feel for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or is that just another way of gal's cheating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3375487996420303805?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3375487996420303805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-girl-tells-you-she-dreamt-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3375487996420303805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3375487996420303805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-girl-tells-you-she-dreamt-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7659348642944787959</id><published>2007-10-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:01:52.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightkiller'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How to Avoid Being Cheated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, a girl (another girl) sent me a msg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why r u so quiet, my ltl puppy? Been missing u so much. Think we gota find sm time 2b together. Now thinking of having a very romantic candle light dinner tgd in the darkest night of Pchum Ben period. Duno which day u free? Pls reply me asap. Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. what's that? Tremble the whole day for that, u noe! How am i gona reply to her? Oh God, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't really wana get involved. But finally i still reply... "yeah! wonderful! let make it this lovely sunday" A lot more man i wrote to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next reply from her:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dear... just kidding with u. Gd ni n sweet dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GodDammitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gals these days like kidding and cheating, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7659348642944787959?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7659348642944787959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-avoid-being-cheated-just.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7659348642944787959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7659348642944787959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-avoid-being-cheated-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3376750508873130846</id><published>2007-09-23T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:41:04.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightkiller'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Rid of Pain &amp;amp; Sorrow in Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to wash away the pain, sorrow, sadness, or suffering in life is to seek out and try to understand its causes. In this world of interrelated incidents, it's hard to find what the the real cause is. This only one little thing has many of causes; just like how we feel and how we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we make mistakes; we blame ourselves or even God and get disappointed in life just because of our denial of the truth; the truth that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything in this seeing changes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or will change. And yeah, people are reluctant to change, don't you think, atleast to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the repudiation of this one truth also links to another cause of pain and sorrow. Guess what? That is your repudiating the fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you don't own anything in this existence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How dare you say that? Okie! That's because you don't have any power to control it. Not only can't you control it, but you can't even know when it's gona go away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready to accept that your skin will no longer smooth and your hair will drop some day so that you won't have any pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a relation of the three basic theories in life in Bhudda's finding; &lt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tukha, Anijang, Anita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on, we can also explain this phenomenon by the sub theory of &lt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Loapha, Tosa, Moha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;. Because of our denial of the truths, we're so resistent to our passion in life, which draws out our compassions and good judgements (Meta, Karona, Muteta, and Opekha; the four mentalities that seperate human kind from animals)&lt;meta,&gt;&lt;the&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lost this four mentalities, we'd become selfish and ignorant. That paves the way for the 3 evils to come in control us. Loapha's the first that makes us deaf. Then Tosa comes to make us mute and Moha last but not least will drive us blind. Finally, we'd ask ourselves where my happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One'd say the evil can also find his happiness by his deeds. But remember, we are in this world not an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO - Have u found out a way to eliminate your pain and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say 'Yeah'... How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY TO MAKE YOUR MIND AND ACCEPT THE TRUTH IN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Still, she's gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not all of these arguments're neccessarily true. Find out the fallacies yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3376750508873130846?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3376750508873130846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-pain-sorrow-in-life-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3376750508873130846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3376750508873130846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-pain-sorrow-in-life-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6646887079775424438</id><published>2007-09-19T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:59:17.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightkiller'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How to Rid of Girl's Face in Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky man! A smelly smoke fish. Other ppl's ponds. Never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gal has boyfriend(s), u jerk still stare at her. Nilllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;This gal never says she has boyfriends, but she does have one. Y do&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;n't ssshe tell? Ooo i almost finish drawing her face, that small nose... messy hair... that lipstick... that wide forehead...and long hair... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I message her, she replied a chocolate dream every night. Dun stay up so late coz u so thin and have black eyes. Ooo shit. I'm falling from rooftop. Let me be yr angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa see her ear rings to finish the drawing... yah tonight i'm gona give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i asked her first. Did u ever love? U freak... this grown up gal... what such a question? She said "THAT IS MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MEUT PROS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". In khmer, it's something not so clear. Then clarify. Meaning boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... she said yeah... i said öh yeah... Wait i rub my face... A stone's breaking through my forehead, almost almost drop. emm..i gotta rest... Oh again... is he really yr boyfriend? That guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping tonight... oh still a stone on my head.... i still can't make it man. I gotta sleep. I'm thin. I'm black eyed. Gota work tmr. Yesterday, she msg me first.. and said "A chocolate dream." I still have the msg on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i think i'm sick... No i'm a strong man... I CAN'T BE SICK, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A PILL TO ERASE MY MEMORIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6646887079775424438?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6646887079775424438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-girls-face-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6646887079775424438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6646887079775424438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-girls-face-in-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3603492161261170343</id><published>2007-09-09T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:41:26.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AThought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Rid of Corruption in Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do u really care about corruption in Cambodia? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't care. Do you know what i care about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I care only about how to wisely and effectively bribe in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What to do when it's flooding. You must try to prevent when the big water is coming. Get ready the canal or rise up a wall of sand bags. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, but when it's already flooded... How? Be prepared how to live in, on, over, or whatever, it. It's not easy buddies, but at least you learn how to survive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning, i went to the Ministry of Industry yah yah yah... I asked a few questions to an officer there. What happened? Hey he was out looking for info almost an hour. I was waiting like crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back to the office, my driver told me sth... (you should give him some understanding, otherwise you didn't need to wait that long). Hah only that kinda enquiry? Wow, anyway he used a very good word "Monosanh Jetna".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man, i've got a big problem now. Not that i don't have Monosanh Jetna, but i don't know when, how, and where to have that Monosanh Jetna. Really! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn this fast, otherwise my heart's gona be broken again and again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3603492161261170343?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3603492161261170343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-corruption-in-cambodia-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3603492161261170343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3603492161261170343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-rid-of-corruption-in-cambodia-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5425789973591725618</id><published>2007-08-26T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:31:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>To seek for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebuild selfconfidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit smiling like my stone father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who u r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a son of a great empire. My father's a warrier king. He's a protector of this land. I'm the next to be&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5425789973591725618?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5425789973591725618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-confidence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5425789973591725618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5425789973591725618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7923022244609481711</id><published>2007-08-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:19:55.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight fly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So What's Yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm.. been talking about many things, but just feel that i miss out this one thing. Haha today wana talk about LOVE. Hooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, believe all of us at least have some ideas or actually guidelines for what, when, why, and how we love. Shamelessly speaking about myself... first i thought i would choose to love a girl who IS emm gentle, well-educated, well-thought, kind, caring.. blahblahblah.. oh yeah of course pretty looking :) Then somehow some point in time, i turned to feel like loving kind of nasty gals, playful, strong, self-confident, self-determined..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh*... very dificult difficult. Those gals who are gentle are hard to attract in as i'm never good at FLIRTING ^stupid. Those who are well educated cannot be reached since i'm still still low in status... (what would i say when she's staring my toes and asks if i've cut my nails). And hey those who are playful in some way don't like my face (NVM i'm a bit dry /// hey you won't know me until you get close to). Some of my friends said i've got two side (my front and my back: you don't understand.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooO not saying that i'm desperate in love... always ready to have new love (that's the only good thing about me). AND now you know what i'm thinking of. Haha.. it's okie. I like telling ppl about this. Yeah now i'm in a big dream for a sweet one, not a sweet corn or potato but a SWEET GIRL. I hate it when seeing *you know* ppl kissing, hugging, feeling, sipping... and blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah believe me. Nothing more than having that girl hanging around my neck, look straight into my eyes, and breathing out onto my face. And sometimes she'd lie down on my back and try to look up my face and feel. I cannot stand to kiss her mouth when she closes her eyes. She always look in an intensely innocent view.. She always asks if i'm alright. She taps on my face, cup my chin and smoothen my nose. Look like i'm a kid... but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MEN, I LOVE SWEET GIRL. DON'T LAUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7923022244609481711?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7923022244609481711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-whats-yours-emm.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7923022244609481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7923022244609481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-whats-yours-emm.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8263964528007159561</id><published>2007-07-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:10:56.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight fly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good Bye Singapore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm... gota be away from Singapore for 1 semester... Exploring the truth behind my back &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gona miss something of course... You know what i miss the most. Not You Gals for sure, but YouTube... Oh gona be left out from what's happening in this world. Okie, next thing i miss is soccer... really enjoy with u guys for those gathering soccers in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Cambodia, i don't have anyone to play soccer with; SO SAD. Anyway, i still can play voleyball which i missed it so much when i left for Singapore. No dudes right there playing voleyball (except Samuth wah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like doing many things. When we were there, we didn't try to catch the opportunity.. But when away, it's a miss. Time's too fast alr; don't forgeta set a timeline for your future prospective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo forgota say.. 2 more gal scholars out of 4 going to Sing next semester.. i should have known that earlier, my brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8263964528007159561?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8263964528007159561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-bye-singapore.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8263964528007159561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8263964528007159561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-bye-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5591787353097983050</id><published>2007-07-08T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:50:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Ro_gH_cAqnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AAyLjWG4Cu0/s1600-h/logo_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084528932217203314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Ro_gH_cAqnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AAyLjWG4Cu0/s400/logo_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU -)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey thanks those who came to support us today... Our soft launch is really great...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls convey this special thanks to Samphors~*, Phorsdey, Leda, Wathanak, Chhorng, Samuth... hohoo another one... i forgot his name (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also to those who are not bloggers -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAMORY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Premium Cookie Boutique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5591787353097983050?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5591787353097983050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-hey-thanks-those-who-came-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5591787353097983050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5591787353097983050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-hey-thanks-those-who-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Ro_gH_cAqnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AAyLjWG4Cu0/s72-c/logo_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-1153417605957067882</id><published>2007-07-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:51:05.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my project'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coming... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Come Buy Our Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all people.. all my friends.. so we're having our soft launch tmr at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#167 Sisowath Quay&lt;/span&gt; Phnom Penh Cambodia. Hope to see some of your face around. Just drop by :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMORY'S BIRTH DAY TOMORROW -- CHEER :_:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-1153417605957067882?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1153417605957067882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/1153417605957067882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/1153417605957067882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3102100612273559617</id><published>2007-06-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:47:50.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my project'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMORY&lt;cambodia&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;The Premium Cookie Boutique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Help Us Help Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are... CAMORY, a to-be-opened-soon cookie factory in Cambodia. Me &lt;sothun&gt;, Dararith, and Sokly together with 5 fellow Singaporeans will be opening our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;premium cookie&lt;/span&gt; factory on 7th July 2007 at 167 Sisowath Quay Phnom Penh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMORY brings up a new face for Cambodia. Our company produces premium cookies with premium packaging and design to wash away an image of inferior product from Cambodia. You will see and know how premium is like. The company backbones are the designing work by our creative director Priscilla Teoh - an international award winning arts designer, the advise and assistance from famous chef in Singapore, Chef Jeffrey Tan - culinary expert and executive chef of the Legends Fort Canning, and of course our management team of 6 SMU undergraduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMORY is our team's brainchild and is born from our heart and soul for the disadvantagous people in the country. We aim at providing work and nice food for them. Moreover, some percentage of the profit will be contributed to a local orphanage, NCCLA (New Cambodian Children Life Association).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing up the root of CAMORY concept: Our team were doing a community service project in Cambodia this month last year; we raised enough money to build up 5 houses for poor villagers and distributed stationary, clothes, and accessory for kids in Battambang and at NCCLA. We were thinking of coming to make it a bigger one this year. After one whole year of meeting and discussion, we've come up with this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sustainable community service project "CAMORY"&lt;/span&gt;, not purely a community service project but a sustainable business project. We must have money to help people, so we must have a way to make money. And that's a &lt;strong&gt;sustainable business&lt;/strong&gt;. And now we're starting it up... and we'll see together with you if we make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help buy our cookies, and you'll help the disadvantage. We need you all to help us so that we can help others and at the same time you enjoy your food and your time making your living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we're opening our shopfront at 167 Sisowath Quay on 7th July 2007... So i hope you all, my friends, come to support us on the day and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The backyard of my nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3102100612273559617?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3102100612273559617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/06/camory-premium-cookie-boutique-help-us.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3102100612273559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3102100612273559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/06/camory-premium-cookie-boutique-help-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2323693466634559702</id><published>2007-06-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:00:41.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Do Really Have the Problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks, i'm so worried coz of this guy always sending me his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIAGRA&lt;/span&gt; promotion. That is the drug for curing sex problem, restoring and empowering sexual ability. WTF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first email, i thought the email was wrongly dispatched. I replied and informed the sender that i didn't have any problem with that. Unfortunately, the same email is sent to me many other times. I was not so shock until i received the last email today, specifically addressing my name and my problem. Even more, it's said if i don't pay enough attention, i would be hahehe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's the only thing that i've ever wished to avoid. I said i could lose anything without desperation, except one. Emm... I've got no ideas how this guy know about me (i don't even know myself: really unbelievable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just written to question him again for clarification. Last hope. Help me. What should i do if i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2323693466634559702?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2323693466634559702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-do-really-have-problem-hey-folks-im.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2323693466634559702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2323693466634559702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-do-really-have-problem-hey-folks-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5946931144832755491</id><published>2007-05-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:53:27.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A RECALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Be Strong, My Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Cambodia... Hardly have a new post as the freakingly slow internet is always killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm yeah want to recall last week 3-day trip to Siem Reap. I'd got only half a day though to observe and study those beautiful carving on the temple wall. Okie i tell u: this observation's a small research for my future project that i'll never ever tell you unless u bribe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey amazing... i keep saying amazing... wonderful, marvelous, incredible.. What else can i say? I really cannot imagine how this beauty comes about. I wonder if i'm really a son of these superextraordinary people. A mountain of ugly giant stones can be piled up and decorated to be gorgeous highsky temples that those in the west at the time couldn't open their eyes and the same now couldn't have a word to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really breathtaking when the wall of the temple suddenly immersed from the jungle in front of my bicycle. It was not my first time there. But i did enjoy getting to the place. It is motivating and inspiring. You know how i feel when i'm realizing myself i'm a son of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my nation's in the backyard of the race.. i'm praying in every step i move. I was saying.. "i want to be your next one", and the 4 giant faces were smiling at me with a cold breeze running into my ears. And i can hear the sound; The sound of the wind saying "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE STRONG, MY SON&lt;/span&gt;". It’s truly magical if you know and if you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this always in my head, my heart held its beating and my brain split up to think. Along the road in the bus, thoughts were just flowing in a flush. A tire was flat and the downpour was just to start. It was a last reminding of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Phnom Penh, I said my last word to my father “I will pursue your greatness. And be with me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From a son of the old empire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have this motivation as a son of this great nation. This nation is not supposed to be in this state of living. We’re born to be successors and pursuers of the great and retrievers of everything we’ve lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5946931144832755491?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5946931144832755491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/05/recall-be-strong-my-son-now-in-cambodia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5946931144832755491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5946931144832755491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/05/recall-be-strong-my-son-now-in-cambodia.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-8752600418880995975</id><published>2007-04-18T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:33:22.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khmer composition'/><title type='text'>I REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ចម្រៀងចងដៃឆ្នាំថ្មី &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm.. my beloved country... i remember i'd always wait for New Year to come.. Nothing much.. just a time that we could see our relatives, and enjoyed our village life as everyone'd be free from work.. Yeah.. so many rice and pork cakes left over from New Year. Those left over would be kept on fire for days or even weeks. I like eating those grilled pork cake also (my grandmum's a seller, she's the best for me as everyone always praises their elderly for this :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm.. i miss every little chance i had in snatching the food and drink on the Devada shrine. Haha Devada never ate or drank anything as i noticed :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss climbing up the oil pole.. what the hec, i never won those prizes on the top of the pole... I'd never be able to compete again (too old lolz). Oh but this time we can play the "breaking port, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;វាយក្អម&lt;/span&gt;".. emm should have been there. I also miss her asking me to accompany her for night dance, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;រាំវង់&lt;/span&gt;. Now it's not allowed to play pouring water, a really very fun game. But we can sometimes take opportunity to do it onto some gal next door. Haha remember lining up from the well to the main road just to pass the water to pour onto passengers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember riding on my friend's horse cart to visit other villages (gals in other villages). Now no more ox or horse carts leh.. all are alr automated. Remember she picked my name in the love game (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ស្តេចចង់&lt;/span&gt;). Remember giving rice, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;រាប់បាត្រ&lt;/span&gt;, to monks with her in my last new year day. Remember she got married just at the end of that year, God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i always made good money from our traditional games (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ខ្លាឃ្លោក&lt;/span&gt;, ស៊ីគូ, ក្រហម, អូសយិត...) OH remember watching and running away from a crowd of gangsters fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah kinda cool, my friends. Anyway, yeah have a fun reading with these 2 compositions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.​ &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docID=dhjbbbdw_11dwrdjb&amp;revision=_latest"&gt;កក់ចិត្តមុនចូលឆ្នាំថ្មី - រាំវង់ (Book Your Heart Before New Year)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docID=dhjbbbdw_123r94sn&amp;amp;revision=_latest"&gt;លើកកាលីបប្រុសស្អាត - Madison (Boost Up Brandname)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-8752600418880995975?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8752600418880995975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8752600418880995975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/8752600418880995975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-remember.html' title='I REMEMBER'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-9058857678136870436</id><published>2007-04-16T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:07:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;សួស្តីឆ្នាំថ្មី &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, here in Singpaore during Khmer New Year we just had a small BBQ gathering.. Now this year, it's a little bit better as we have our new, kind, caring Ambassador.. Our own gathering was also fantastic, but the ambassador organized party was even more joyful as we could see many other Cambodians around. Yeah, of course especially dancing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i never dared to dance in my village.. dunnoe why! I enjoyed dancing when i was a kid.. then i never did it again as i grew up. Until one day, it was not new year time.. but time that i was joining a wedding party of my friend's younger sister, i got little bit of beersss.. haha blew it out.. lots of ppl went to tell my mum the next day about me dancing very awkwardly :( .. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;danced&lt;/span&gt; lolz.. cannot dance the correct way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pitiful, i had only that last chance to dance.. never never again coz i'd come to Singapore alr after that. I REALLY MISS IT. Haha so what? just blow it out whenever having a chance.. haha pardon me for those who got annoyed :) A Hungry boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh spoiled my band's brandname yesterday for singing.. Anyway.. gotta do better. Emm soccer match after the party was also wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all and i success in all goals and attempts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-9058857678136870436?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/9058857678136870436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/9058857678136870436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/9058857678136870436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-640751296435757783</id><published>2007-04-08T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:57:59.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Animation _ Very Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xt8VnpLMCNA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xt8VnpLMCNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fight for survival..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-640751296435757783?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/640751296435757783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful-animation-very-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/640751296435757783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/640751296435757783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful-animation-very-creative.html' title='Beautiful Animation _ Very Creative'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-833105904068669438</id><published>2007-04-03T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:32:01.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='គំរោងការក្បត់'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret plan'/><title type='text'>គំរោងការក្បត់</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ៃថ្ងប្រលងជិតមកដល់ហើយ ពេលវ៉ាកងក៏ជិតមកដល់ដែរ។​ នឹកម៉ែ នឹកបងប្អូន​ នឹកកូនអ្នកជិតខាង​...​ ធ្លាប់គេហៅឲ្យទៅញាំបាយជាមួយ។​ ទៅផ្ទះទាល់តែកុំឲ្យម៉ែគាត់ដឹងមុន​ ែតខំគាត់កាប់មាន់ឲ្យឥលូវហ្នឹង។​&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ទៅលបៗចូលផ្ទះអ្នកជិតខាងសិន ដល់អញ្ចឹងគេឃើញយើង គេអញ្ជើញយើងមុន។​ ែតគេបានជាអញ្ជើញ ខ្ញុំមិនហ៊ានបដិសេធទេ។​​ ទៅដល់ផ្ទះប្រាប់ម៉ែកុំឲ្យកាប់មាន់ ព្រោះមានគេហៅ...​ ហាហា។​ នឹងគ្រាន់តែជាសុជីវធ៌មគោរពចាស់ទុំ​ អត់មានអីធំដុំទេ។​ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ទៅដល់ផ្ទះ ម៉ែគាត់កាប់គោប៉ូវទៀតហើយ... ទៅផ្ទះស្គម ម៉ែគាត់ចេះតែថា អាហ្នឹងប្រឹងតែរៀន មិនគិតរកបាយទឹកផងទេ។​ ហាហាគាត់អត់ដឹងថាកូនគាត់មកដល់នេះ ចេះលួចស្រលាញ់កូនគេខូចចិត្ត​ ដើរប៉ោឡែអត់គិតបាយគិតទឹក។​ អីចឹងបានថានឹងហា។​&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;កាលពីនៅស្រុក ម៉ែគាត់ថាអាហ្នឹងអត់ចេះលួចស្រលាញ់លួចចែចង់កូនគេទេអី បានឃើញវាចេះតែអង្គុយរៀន មិនចូលនិយាយលេងជាមួយស្រីៗ...​ កាលហ្នឹងដូចនៅក្មេងអៀនៗមិនសូវហ៊ាននិយាយជាមួយគេស្រីៗ...​ ដល់ឥលូវគិតថាឲ្យតែត្រូវចិត្តចូលចែចង់ហើយ។​ អ្ហេបើខ្ញុំនិយាយពីស្រីម្នាក់ល្បីលួចស្រលាញ់ខ្ញុំកាលនៅអនុវិទ្យាល័យវិញ បានល្អសើច... គិតទៅរឿងនឹងសង់តឺម៉ង់ជាងកុនកូរ៉េទៀត។ បើចង់ស្តាប់ចាំខ្ញុំខ្សឹបប្រាប់ស្ងាត់ៗ។&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;អាទិត្យក្រោយប្រលង ឥលូវអង្គុយរៀនសិនទាន់ពេលគ្មានកនយើងហៅទៅបុកប៊ីយ៉ា។ និយាយអីចឹង ស្អែកគេហៅទៅហែលទឹក។​ យប់នឹងអង្គុយបន់កុំឲ្យមានស្រីៗគេទៅដែរ។​ មិនមែនប្រកាន់អីទេ ប៉ុន្តែយើងនឹងវាមិនទាន់ចេះហែល មិនចង់ឲ្យគេឃើញខ្មាសគេ។ អាទិត្យមុន ស្រីៗទៅច្រើន អត់ហ៊ានចុះហែលអង្គុយមើលតែគេ។&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-833105904068669438?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/833105904068669438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/833105904068669438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/833105904068669438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='គំរោងការក្បត់'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5795609330396924071</id><published>2007-03-22T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:09:07.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE BRING BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAFiqf-v0QI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAFiqf-v0QI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Kun Khmer) Meas Chantha vs. (Muay Thai) Songtai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aloPwYLhSDw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aloPwYLhSDw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See our countrymen are trying to their best to get back the attention of the world audiences. Fight! You fight and I FIGHT too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Kun Khmer) Pich Sophan vs. (Muay Thai) Yutta Narwe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klntPlZGRmY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klntPlZGRmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you! I try to earn money and i'm gona give you those money. Let u get what you're supposed to. I can't fight on the ring; but i'll always be on your back. BELIEVE me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5795609330396924071?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5795609330396924071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-bring-back-kun-khmer-meas-chantha-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5795609330396924071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5795609330396924071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-bring-back-kun-khmer-meas-chantha-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3056757879033829027</id><published>2007-03-18T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:28:44.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khmer composition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sothun&apos;s song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Would Die Tomorrow!&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhjbbbdw_6mct96x"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042968627470727714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="if i would die tomorrow! BY: Cameor Band" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Rfw5P3XU-iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b1cMQnBSa_k/s200/songwriters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Composition - New Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY: CAMeoR bAnd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vocal version will be released soon some time this month. This song's expected to be the first real production of our CAMeoR bAnd. The project's starting tomorrow when the band's ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be a smashing hit of the year of CAMeoR. Check it out by &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhjbbbdw_6mct96x"&gt;clicking here &lt;/a&gt;or the above icon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3056757879033829027?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3056757879033829027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-would-die-tomorrow-new-composition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3056757879033829027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3056757879033829027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-would-die-tomorrow-new-composition.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Rfw5P3XU-iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b1cMQnBSa_k/s72-c/songwriters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6936077918580367212</id><published>2007-03-12T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T04:57:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Trash</title><content type='html'>whatever happens, life's supposed to be for a big smile --&gt; like that, hohoo. IF tmr'll never come, dun stand yr eyes, dun lose yr sight.. look around to everYthing now today. tmr's a time still far away, today's everything you stand to pay. we think, we feel; we think, we scare; all those things, u noe,'re just nightmares... no real, no value. everYthing's got to be refreshed... but remember.. only valuable, good things are stored, the rest should be let go to its place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blue sky, a beautiful silent night with a crashing dream of tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lying down on the floor, looking straight to the door, snoring with the rhythm of the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wispering a word of emotion, felling deep inside of illusion, losing the view of a green road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winking the eyes in a notion, thinking inside of a vision, smiling with a beautiful fake dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6936077918580367212?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6936077918580367212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/piece-of-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6936077918580367212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6936077918580367212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/piece-of-trash.html' title='A Piece of Trash'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6875080595963523742</id><published>2007-03-01T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:39:22.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khmer people'/><title type='text'>Dancing at Frns' Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVd1oH-zI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zeyegr5IZuU/s1600-h/bd+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036666466872064818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="see his eyes,hehe" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVd1oH-zI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zeyegr5IZuU/s320/bd+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard he's damn good at dancing. I fully believe that. He danced with concentration, u c!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVeFoH-0I/AAAAAAAAABs/71UL3PJkE8c/s1600-h/dance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036666471167032130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="cool, isnt' it?" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVeFoH-0I/AAAAAAAAABs/71UL3PJkE8c/s320/dance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... cool... i can't stop laughing.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVeFoH-1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aNO3ezUqngE/s1600-h/bd+dance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036666471167032146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="he's the best" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVeFoH-1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aNO3ezUqngE/s320/bd+dance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6875080595963523742?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6875080595963523742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/dancing-at-frns-birthday-party-i-heard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6875080595963523742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6875080595963523742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/03/dancing-at-frns-birthday-party-i-heard.html' title='Dancing at Frns&apos; Birthday Party'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/ReXVd1oH-zI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zeyegr5IZuU/s72-c/bd+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2133614970628227826</id><published>2007-02-20T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:40:50.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khmer composition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sothun&apos;s song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhjbbbdw_3dbbrhx"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033653119880327826"alt="rith &amp; samuth sleep naked here" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Rdsg19UA8pI/AAAAAAAAABY/bYnYdJaF6Bk/s200/musical_notes.gif" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya Now My Girlfriend hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not so new composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of music was composed about few months ago. It's not the first composition, but it's one of my favorite works so far. I like it because of its happy tone and comic meaning... Here's what it's about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the love that one can hardly imagine.. i meet you just like a dream.. emm.. never meet, how can we love.. is it a destiny from the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick of finding the right one to love.. walk in a sleep with praying and wishes.. eager to meet a sweetheart to discard all the stresses and loneliness.. yeah to have one so that none gona say i'm tasteless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ya damn beautiful.. so beautiful through out the day and night.. whatever you wear.. nothing can be compared.. oh god all men would cry of jealousy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe from today, this time, this hour on.. ya my girlfriend.. throughout my lifetime span.. i'm gona kiss your cheek.. yeah i kiss all over, darling! hohoooooooooooooooooo yeah heeeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie that's about it.. i was very happy to come up with this song man, but i dun wana read it hehe.. so sth.. nvm.. lie on destiny.. a man will never die without one last kiss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2133614970628227826?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2133614970628227826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/ya-now-my-girlfriend-hehe-not-so-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2133614970628227826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2133614970628227826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/ya-now-my-girlfriend-hehe-not-so-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/Rdsg19UA8pI/AAAAAAAAABY/bYnYdJaF6Bk/s72-c/musical_notes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4212459930545258576</id><published>2007-02-19T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T05:04:47.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese has their style - Dun laugh alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SXIRZkGD8k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SXIRZkGD8k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4212459930545258576?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4212459930545258576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/japanese-has-their-style-dun-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4212459930545258576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4212459930545258576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/japanese-has-their-style-dun-laugh.html' title='Japanese has their style - Dun laugh alone'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2522448369678149458</id><published>2007-02-14T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:10:42.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw the Jews Down the Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cool by Kazakstan Comedian Borat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name's the same as a Cambodian gal's i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb3IMTJjzfo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb3IMTJjzfo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2522448369678149458?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2522448369678149458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/throw-jews-down-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2522448369678149458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2522448369678149458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/throw-jews-down-well.html' title='Throw the Jews Down the Well'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5350268125636250413</id><published>2007-02-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:55:41.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animation of Khmer Empire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bobH6XSATQc" width="330" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"alt="see here rith &amp; samuth dance naked in toilet"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must Watch the 2nd Part...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, our Khmer art of film making develop in a very fast paste. I really admire the work of some leading productions such as Hang Meas, SSB, RSK in music and action movie... But now even more exciting, a very beautiful animation of the Khmer Empire has been made. Let cheer up and give them support. Be proud of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_02dOxK-ZM" width="330" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 15:38 mn animation is really a big success for this industry. Gotta improve some more anyway such as coloring... Hey not criticise... but i'm really proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5350268125636250413?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5350268125636250413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/animation-of-khmer-empire-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5350268125636250413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5350268125636250413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/02/animation-of-khmer-empire-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4800665934249737766</id><published>2007-01-24T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:11:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dhjbbbdw_2fw46rv&amp;revision=_published"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023325381226830594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="see lyric here" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RbZv0cs6mwI/AAAAAAAAABA/8W2gNPvqvcw/s200/computer.paper.pencil" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIGHT of LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hooo.. My Khmer composition here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh, i smile; and when you cry, i'm always there beside you, sharing your sorrow and enlighten your days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have the power to light up the whole world, but at least i have a little light just like a candle to brighten you and brighten our love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the star, moon and the sun are still not as bright as our love -- they have time to leave, they have time to run away; but we're forever together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love's strong; its light's immortal... nothing can blow it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for what... Check it out and show your support... &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dhjbbbdw_2fw46rv&amp;revision=_published"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; or click the picture to read the Khmer lyric)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4800665934249737766?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4800665934249737766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/light-of-love-hooo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4800665934249737766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4800665934249737766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/light-of-love-hooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RbZv0cs6mwI/AAAAAAAAABA/8W2gNPvqvcw/s72-c/computer.paper.pencil' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3379557462322195586</id><published>2007-01-05T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:19:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RZ3kmqdCXtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dIqMBYrPbug/s1600-h/downtime.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016416912842841810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="click to see rith and samuth sleep naked" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RZ3kmqdCXtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dIqMBYrPbug/s400/downtime.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3379557462322195586?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3379557462322195586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3379557462322195586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3379557462322195586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RZ3kmqdCXtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dIqMBYrPbug/s72-c/downtime.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2276803122775664700</id><published>2007-01-04T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:33:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Season-of-Rains Short Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015868334995621346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="a scene from season of rains-she loved me so much, i ran away. I love her so much, she loves him. If he loves her so much, she'd love me. Yeah, but how? god damn it." src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RZvxrOuLReI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4k3EoMODei8/s400/season+of+rains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture's a scene from my short story - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;season of rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The writing's still in process and i'm planning to make animation of it. Hey just make a start. I spent few days just to draw this scene... so pain... it's a computer drawing. I wish i had a tablet pc haha. Hope i could work this out... emm... may my feeling's kept on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what is happening between the two in the scene? My original idea's kept secret first, but i'll see if your imagination should better replace mine. Woo take part in this crazy work and make it happen with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dun forgetta wait to see my animation, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2276803122775664700?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2276803122775664700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-season-of-rains-short-story-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2276803122775664700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2276803122775664700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-season-of-rains-short-story-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/RZvxrOuLReI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4k3EoMODei8/s72-c/season+of+rains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3115823790738848337</id><published>2006-12-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:50:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;In House Food Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh got a small party today in my coolie family house. Just invite a few friends to come over for dinner coz we hadn't planned anything much in advance. All of us helped each other cook three courses, Lao beef dish, Vietnamese Spring rolls, and volcanic beef... so shamed haha, i wana cook my special dish, Trapped Pig (Jrouk Joab Jung), but somehow i was a bit foolish to use plastic string to tie the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow my house normally use banana string for that, and sometimes i saw them using plastic strings to tie rice cake and pork cake. I thought it was alright., but it didn't with the heat of the oil. Haha i didn't believe my boss's forewarning. Emm... so sick, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the party was quite alright though guests've gotta wait for food and it wasn't enough. Yeah it's a first party ever hosted by our family. Next time it's gonna be much better with better and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste my Trapped Pig and Rubbish chicken next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolution for new year: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;equip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ourselves with as many things as possible and watch out for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;every angles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3115823790738848337?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3115823790738848337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3115823790738848337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3115823790738848337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3230445209267004119</id><published>2006-12-27T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:08:55.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;New from Sgp Idol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You Give Me Wings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#00C000" loop="-1" scrollamount="3" width="87%"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color ="#FFFFFF"&gt;The lyric and action are not yet professional (just a bit better than mine haha).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#00C000" loop="-1" scrollamount="4" width="87%"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color ="#FFFFFF"&gt;Hang Meas &amp; SSB can make it better. Anyway, i enjoy singing and listening.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Mv1FJ_NE-E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Mv1FJ_NE-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3230445209267004119?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3230445209267004119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-from-sgp-idol-hady-mirza-you-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3230445209267004119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3230445209267004119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-from-sgp-idol-hady-mirza-you-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-5276709019138471841</id><published>2006-12-24T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:45:39.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to a party and you see a sexy gal across the room.You go up to her and say"Hi, I'm great in bed, what about it?". That's direct marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to a party and you see a sexy gal across the room.You give your friend ten dollars. He goes up and says"Hi, my friend over there is great in bed, what about it?". That's advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to a party, you see a sexy gal across the room.She comes over and says,"Hi, I hear you're great in bed, what about it?" Now that is the power of branding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is a very good way to learn... much easier to understand. I dunnoe why authors of marketing textbooks dunnoe how to make things simple... haha dun u think it's so boring to read marketing textbooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropped by a neighbor blog and stole it from him: &lt;a href="http://www.innoc3nt.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.innoc3nt.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-5276709019138471841?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5276709019138471841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/understand-marketing-you-go-to-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5276709019138471841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/5276709019138471841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/understand-marketing-you-go-to-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4414390747702097819</id><published>2006-12-22T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:13:42.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodian performance in France</title><content type='html'>Very interesting; not cambodian arts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wsx2uwDRwSQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wsx2uwDRwSQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4414390747702097819?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4414390747702097819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/cambodian-performance-in-france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4414390747702097819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4414390747702097819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/cambodian-performance-in-france.html' title='Cambodian performance in France'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-482901218062446147</id><published>2006-12-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:14:40.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Ang Mor, Jimmy Joe, Singing Khmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;"Waiting till i've got enough money"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u, i feel wana marry u now. But cannot depend on parents, needa wait until i become a rice field billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IscmWG9Mmbg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IscmWG9Mmbg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-482901218062446147?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/482901218062446147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/ang-mor-jimmy-joe-singing-khmer-waiting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/482901218062446147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/482901218062446147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/ang-mor-jimmy-joe-singing-khmer-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-785952380156443422</id><published>2006-12-17T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:37:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Twenty First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was on the fourth of December. I was very happy in the twenty first. Something very interesting in life. You would have experienced it, but not the way i have. Few days, few weeks, few months of the blue, red, and dark sky. Feelings changed from day to day according to the state of this poor nature of the only one world. It was beautiful to look back. Haha it's so much fun when u find urself somewhere there u've never been n seen; y do u stand ur eyes like that and y do u close ur eyes? All of ur whole body is controlled only by one particular complicated thing; for only a bounded age of life anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lots of if i were flooded ur head; still only up to a bounded space. Nothing's ever everlasting haha. Even if u wana run the whole of ur life, u still can't do that coz of ur limited power. That nothing's not restricted only to ur phisical body. See even if u wana cry for just a whole day, u still can't do that for sure coz ur tears also dry up. You can't let out ur feelings for any circumstances. It's a sad side of life actually. Still, i dun believe in this undying sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Isn't this life supposed to be for smiles? How do we wana smile by the way? when and where? haha i dunnoe. it's up to ur thinking. Some people says their lives're supposed to be for a last smile. I admire that and i would say u r the best. Be my angel if i happen to know u haha. Some people lives in a million smiles a day; good as well. Still beautiful though it's just a fake smile. If i dun remember wrongly, smiles affect ur family, words from ur mouth affect people around. Remember to smile at least in the surrounding of ur family. It can light up their lives and urself also. Oh other hands, some people even doesn't generalise their smiles, but rather limit thier smiles to sth haha. Sound beautiful to me when i'm thinking of it. Those idiots say they smile only in front of their girlfriens. U r good bastards then haha. Yeah overall, ur smiles are ur being characteristics, at least for mostly coz there happens sometimes u get an unconcious smile from a liar's joke haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Feelings and living characteristics are things that we should think about... i might have forgotten sometimes. so just wana remind everyone including myself of these... haha. i wana live for all by the way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forgive me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-785952380156443422?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/785952380156443422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-twenty-first-it-was-on-fourth-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/785952380156443422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/785952380156443422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-twenty-first-it-was-on-fourth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-391146235054618993</id><published>2006-12-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:42:45.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon of Eye Breaking</title><content type='html'>Haha... all the results've just come out. Fantastic, my brother. I'll see if you'd ever get to be like this again. Get a big last smile and go to sleep. Emm... from now on, remember to walk with your head on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-391146235054618993?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/391146235054618993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/afternoon-of-eye-breaking.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/391146235054618993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/391146235054618993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/afternoon-of-eye-breaking.html' title='Afternoon of Eye Breaking'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-4405126465867761277</id><published>2006-12-09T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:01:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's coming...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dhjbbbdw_0g6ppfh"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Guitar chords for my beloved composition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Declare you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"MY PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-4405126465867761277?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4405126465867761277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4405126465867761277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/4405126465867761277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7082177260004091421</id><published>2006-12-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:04:23.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My New Composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;"MY FRIENDS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok now it's 'bout friends, the ones who share our happiness (take away some of our hapiness haha). It's very memorable 'bout friends; sometimes we'd never know when we need them, but most of the time we do unless we're attached haha. I started to compose this song when i was working in Raffles last summer holiday, but it was never be completed coz i always changed my composition to be in &lt;a href="http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-composition-declare-you-my.html"&gt;sth called love&lt;/a&gt;. Emm i had some good friends at work and also some idiot frns. It was such a hard time that you'd feel so miserable when your good frns not around. Y they never come to work? Unforgettable 'bout my housemates also. i dun know why when i was alone, i just ran from place to place for nowhere. Lots of frns i've made, lots of fun we have together. Though there might be some unhappy feelings towards each other sometimes, you're still my FRIENDS. I wana make u happy, i want you to be here with me, and i still love you though you're &lt;a href="http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/composition-im-broken-heart-this-is-my.html#links"&gt;always with ur girlfriends or boyfriends&lt;/a&gt; other than me. Here's for you "MY FRIENDS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;i. if i wake up and i don't see your face, around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;i'll be sad and lonely for the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;and you know i'll be waitin for you on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;(waitin) for you to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;to smile at me... to play with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;ii. Remember all those days you went away, so far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;i kept searching all the places to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;in hope that you'd there, somewhere we'd been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;though they'd never be real dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;i just wana know for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;R. OH my friends, you know how important you are in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;you know what would happen if there were no sun in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;everything would just be blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;every smile would just be plunged inside... the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;iii.Now i wana say that i love you, oh my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;you cheer in and brighten up my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;just having you here, i will never cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;coz when you're by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;i can feel the love, the care inside... your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;Chorus: My friends, you're the ones i care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;My friends, you're the ones i love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;My friends, you're everything i have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;My friends, happy to see that you're for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;end&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7082177260004091421?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7082177260004091421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-composition-my-friends-ok-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7082177260004091421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7082177260004091421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-composition-my-friends-ok-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-6003036068671677277</id><published>2006-12-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:26:29.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wonderful Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with a walk of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-composition-declare-you-my.html"&gt;beautiful broken dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If i could always have such a desirable dream, i wish i fall asleep forever; no needa see the sun... How can i shout out... loud enough to blow off the sun and break out the whole world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-6003036068671677277?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6003036068671677277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6003036068671677277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/6003036068671677277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7081787773610018239</id><published>2006-12-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:37:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Wars @ World News</title><content type='html'>I feel sth undescribable when i open bbc webpage. I notice there's sth in common in the site itself. BBC has many different features; including news, sports, radio, tv... in which i like the most is NEWS. Yeah here's sth in common if u click to various icons in NEWS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you click Africa, you'll see the common topic is AIDS, HIV&lt;br /&gt;2. if you click Americas, you'll see sth like this:&lt;br /&gt;   "Bush's bombing Iraq, Afganistan... Bush's inspecting for a place to land his Bush's Big Bombs."&lt;br /&gt;   "Rumsfeld urged changes to US Iraqi strategy.. Rumsfeld's knocking Korea's head for a place to burn.. Bush and Rumsfeld're successfully hanging Sadam. Bush, Rumsfeld and Tony Blair're tearing Bin Laden's clothes..."&lt;br /&gt;3. If you click Middle East, you'll firstly see pictures of SMOKE covering some city. Yeah Bagdad's burnt down. Afganistan's Kabul's collapsed by just a bush bomb. Outstanding news: Sadam to be hung. Suicide attack killed 3 brb.&lt;br /&gt;4. if you click Asia Pacific, you'll see "Korea wants to be brother no 1; Korea igniting nuclear bomb; Bush challenging his bush big bomb with Korea nuclear bomb.." &lt;br /&gt;5. if you click Europe, you'll see " Pope's playing in Turkish's mosque; Islam in Europe; Muslim faces job discrimination; Muslim faith and western values..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this's how the world's stare at each other with fire eyes. Power, self-ambition, religion... all are causes of the devastation of people's happiness. Since the topics in news are just common, you don't needa click it. Best to go ahead to other sites such as business, technology, science and nature, and entertainment. Believe me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7081787773610018239?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7081787773610018239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/world-of-wars-world-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7081787773610018239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7081787773610018239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/world-of-wars-world-news.html' title='World of Wars @ World News'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2840713362398917376</id><published>2006-12-03T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:47:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS Thanksgivings</title><content type='html'>Just a simple day; going for exam in the morning. Telling myself in advance not to make stupid mistake again in exam, but i still do it again. Not too bad anyway. Forgot to bring my watch and sat in frontk, i didn't have the time to see. So just keep on doing my paper. Suddenly prof declared time out. I rushed to shade my answers; immediately the invigilator came over and stopped me the first. She said it was unfair to others (just shading my beloved auntie). She said no no no. Ok i gave up. Everyone looked at me and told me to talk with prof. i was in control; it never bothered me coz i always accept what i've done. Up to this time, i'm still not good in exam. Very bad at time management and very out of mind. You never know that i even sang in the exam - so crazy. Luckily i think prof likes me and he said he'd handle that. Thanks prof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home very tired, hungry also. I fried brocolli with chicken; emm never cook these days. Still tired even after lunch; my eyes were so blurred. Still i couldn't take a snap. Stay awake until evening comes. Going for Focus Thanksgivings gathering; dreaming along the way as usual. Relaxing under a tree inside the church for nearly an hour - so quiet the church. Good talk with different people in the gathering. Not bad. Should get ourselves some time to talk with people. Meet up with auntie, host family; she likes giving me advices. yeah i like that. she's the best person to share stories. Met an uncle, Yew Huat, and his daughter Grace. They were friendly, inviting my family for lunar festival haha; so long to come. He said i'm so blurred as satong; yeah i am actually. That's why i am who i am now - satong. satong is squid or blurred people in malay language. So i'm mr squid then... ok good night mr squid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2840713362398917376?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2840713362398917376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/focus-thanksgivings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2840713362398917376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2840713362398917376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/focus-thanksgivings.html' title='FOCUS Thanksgivings'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-7501146583085468408</id><published>2006-12-03T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:43:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live to love and to be loved - Leave to remember and to be remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-7501146583085468408?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7501146583085468408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/live-to-love-and-to-be-loved-leave-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7501146583085468408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/7501146583085468408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/live-to-love-and-to-be-loved-leave-to.html' title='Live to love and to be loved - Leave to remember and to be remembered'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-111444270441493797</id><published>2006-12-01T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:57:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Crazy for every little thing haha... stupid bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-111444270441493797?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/111444270441493797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-for-every-little-things-haha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/111444270441493797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/111444270441493797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-for-every-little-things-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-3428597487432352739</id><published>2006-11-29T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:22:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$100 Laptop Set for Launch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Here's coming a new technology. Damn cheap laptops, produced by a philanthropic group of designers led by Nicholas Negroponte - co-founder of the Media Lab at Massachusetts Institute of Technology - would start coming next week as explained by the project's chief technical officer, Mary Lou Jepsen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The laptop becomes this cheap due to a new idea of flash exploit and a rethink of a fundamental design of the screen. As described by MS Jepsen, the new laptop employs flash memory rather than a hard drive which is expensive and power hungry and is also the leading cause of hardware failure in laptops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The new screen design helps bring the cost down to only a third of the normal screen cost of over $100. Also, the new screen takes a maximum of only 14% of the power consumption, is readable in sunlight, and has a high resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow... see how incredible these small human beings are. Ok be prepared for a change. Dun underestimate yourselves by the way. Go ahead with your dream... emm i also have a friend who wishes to create a device that can transfer knowledge to human brain. I wish to see that innovation haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Read more: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6189222.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6189222.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-3428597487432352739?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3428597487432352739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/100-laptop-set-for-launch-heres-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3428597487432352739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/3428597487432352739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/100-laptop-set-for-launch-heres-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-2351583454976640966</id><published>2006-11-24T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:34:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Angkor-Gyeongju World Culture Expo 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/250149/capt.0891cfe6526842d4926e5c48f86cc5a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/888271/r1415845409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cambodia and Korea have recently cohosted the first astounding cultural expo in Angkor, Cambodia. The event is organized for 50 days from 21 Nov 06 to 9 Jan 07 and more than 20 countries have joined. Cambodian and Korean heroes opened together the unprecedented cultural cooperation event on the 21 Nov. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/308052/capt.sge.nwg41.211106155335.photo01.photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/538964/capt.sge.nwg41.211106155335.photo02.photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/102348/r2368480938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/971417/r383572586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/130808/capt.sge.nwg41.211106155335.photo03.photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/400/454813/capt.hs10511210816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The joint cultural festival shows cultural performances and various exhibitions of the two countries' culture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It should be noticed that the relationship between Cambodia and Korea over these years have been improving a lot. Though there seems to be only a small significant growth in the direct investment from Korea to Cambodia, there is a great deal of cooperation in culture among the two countries, not forgetting Japan also. Lots of Cambodian performers and cultural artists have been subsidised by Korean and Japanese governments to bring their culture for exposure to the outside world, not only in Japan and Korea. Thanks for that. Now we can notice that more and more tourists, especially Japaneses and Koreans, are flooding to Cambodia each year- 1 out of 5 tourists coming to Cambodia is Korean (the largest group) according to the &lt;a href="http://www.mot.gov.kh/statistic.asp#"&gt;government survey&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope there are more and more of such kind of event to raise people's awareness of the country, increase the number of tourists, and thus improve the country economy. Yeah many thanks to Korea and Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read more: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6167610.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6167610.stm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rfa.org/khmer/batyokka/2006/11/21/CB_korea_exhibition_starts/"&gt;Radio free asia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mongkol.wordpress.com/2006/11/21/the-opening-day-of-the-angkor-gyeongju-world-culture-expo/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mongkol Blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures taken from: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/tr/112006travelcambodia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/tr/112006travelcambodia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-2351583454976640966?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2351583454976640966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/angkor-gyeongju-world-culture-expo-2006_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2351583454976640966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/2351583454976640966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/angkor-gyeongju-world-culture-expo-2006_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116366728365843048</id><published>2006-11-16T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:33:40.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;New Composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Declare you "MY PRINCESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another of my composition of English songs. Well i'm posting it in my class now... emm, a bit out of mind these days. Anyway it's for the one that you all love, and the one that i love as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i. oh ho.. oh ho.. my love, it's so beautiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;everytime i'm next to you (you know), it's so incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;you make me feel the love, and you help me stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i can always go on as long as i've got you.. beside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;R1. No matter how you feel, or how you think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;forever you'll be my love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i just want to declare that NOW YOU ARE MY PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you can control my breath, you can put down my light.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh yeah.. hey yeah.. hey yeah hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ii. oh ho.. oh ho.. the love, what such a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i can never imagine, how i can get all these smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you've given me the wings, now i can fly so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;feel like walking in the sky, coz of the light of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Repeat R1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;R2. I never mean to require, that you'd come to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;just wanna get beside your soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;just do as how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;though my heart, my soul'd be killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it'd never be your guilt as you're now my lord.. my love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Repeat R1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, this song's in the album of "happy to be broken hearted". It is appreciated if you can give some ideas on either words or meanings.. Hope u enjoy reading, buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/50/4417/1600/643279/Pencil-&amp;amp;-Paper-2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116366728365843048?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116366728365843048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-composition-declare-you-my.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116366728365843048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116366728365843048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-composition-declare-you-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116362433392874518</id><published>2006-11-16T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T05:45:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Take a look at some beautiful paintings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/400/Cimg3472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/400/coutryside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/400/AP006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/400/Ap012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/400/Ap003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The paintings are from Khmer Painting House. You can view and make online purchases through this website: &lt;a href="http://www.khmerstuff.com"&gt;http://www.khmerstuff.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116362433392874518?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.khmerstuff.com' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116362433392874518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-look-at-some-beautiful-paintings.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116362433392874518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116362433392874518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-look-at-some-beautiful-paintings.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116350819622860930</id><published>2006-11-14T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:45:22.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Trans-Asian Railway Network (TAR) Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron Silk Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Project, which is initiated by the UN Economic and Social Commission for Asia Pacific since 1960, will come to force 90 days after the remaining 9 countries agree to sign the intergovernmental agreement on the 81,000 km network project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 countries, &lt;em&gt;comprising of Bangladesh, N Korea, Georgia, Kyrgyzstan, Pakistan, Myanmar, Malaysia, Singapore, and Turkmenistan&lt;/em&gt;, are given 2 more years to decide on their taking part in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 countries, &lt;em&gt;including China, Indonesia, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand, and Cambodia&lt;/em&gt;, signed the agreement on Nov 10 in S Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rail-integrated TAR, which links capitals, ports and industrial hubs across 28 Asian nations all the way to Europe, will enhance the transport network in the whole region. It will improve the port efficiency, avoid port congestion, and especially help the landlocked countries to get an easier access to the world markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be a good initiation, but i dun understand why the rest of the countries are reluctant to sign. Is it because those countries such as Singapore and Malaysia don't seem to get any special advantages or benefits from the project? Emm... can't see the reason especially for Singapore. it'd gain a lot from its very active port by transporting products to the mainlands. Or is it because of the possible reduction in its port activities due to the switch to rail transport? Immigration problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wish to see it happen asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116350819622860930?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116350819622860930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/trans-asian-railway-network-tar-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116350819622860930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116350819622860930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/trans-asian-railway-network-tar-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116322115989028243</id><published>2006-11-11T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:43:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Going to nowhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry, but the tears don't come out... it's even more painful when u wana cry out loud, but can't do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she said i was nonsense... my mouth was disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have a word to say then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm..... heu........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116322115989028243?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116322115989028243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-to-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116322115989028243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116322115989028243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-to-nowhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116288424024973080</id><published>2006-11-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:26:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Composition:&lt;/span&gt; I'm Broken Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first composition of English song... 'Broken Heart' is dedicated to my room that we were together in the prehistoric days of today's life. Now she's gone and never come back. I wish to meet her somewhere some time. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't found out the chords yet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I. Waking up in the morning just to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the nature of this lonely world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;now i just keep walking... over the room we were in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and everything's so terrible... in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;II. I was trying so hard not to think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that you were always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;since now that you've gone and now that i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;my tears keep flowing... into my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Chorus1). aa...i'm broken heart and i dun wana wake up any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i wana let you know that you're breaking my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and i dun wana live in this room no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as all the memories're (with you) making me like a fool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i see and think, i hope and dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that you'd be back... oh... oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;iii. Now i cry every night to dry my tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to wipe out all the stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to feel all the fears, to clear all the pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to erase you from my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and to stand by myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Chorus 2) But i just can't deny... that you're always in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;your face is still inside... my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and i can't forget you... and i need you to come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;music... chorus1 -&gt; iii -&gt; chorus2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just know i miss her though i dun know how she is now... wana see her face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116288424024973080?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116288424024973080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/composition-im-broken-heart-this-is-my.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116288424024973080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116288424024973080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/11/composition-im-broken-heart-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116189387614153201</id><published>2006-10-27T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:51:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Knows Cambodia's Famous For... (Joke of the Year )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/pv%20temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/pv%20temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm... yeah wana talk 'bout this girl who is my project teammate at school. Actually she just started to come to class in the fourth week since she just got her bid for the class in week 3. Lessons've gone so far alr. Quite tough for her. She didn't have a group yet that time, so prof. assigned her to be with my group. During the break we introduced ourselves. She's from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm Jackie," she said, "from Shanghai, China." {...}&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Sothun," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Where r u from," she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Cambodia," i said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after that, we'd got a meeting. Yeah we came earlier than the rest. She smiled beautifully to my heart and talked so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Emm... Sothun," i said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh where r u from by the way," she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Emm... Cambodia," i replied.&lt;br /&gt;"OH YEAH! there're lots of Cambodians here, right?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Emm... not really," i replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah a lot," she said, " i met a Cambodian guy last time, but i forgot his name..." {...} "OH do u know Shanghai?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," I said, "only a fool doesn't know Shanghai... lots of famous fighting movies made 'bout Shanghai... I like them very much" {...}&lt;br /&gt;"Yah... Emm. U'r from Cambodia... oh yeah Cambodia's very famous," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Really??? famous for what?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... everyone knows Cambodia's famous for... Er... Emm... OH YEAH its name," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"the name?" i stunned.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... Cam-bodia, Cam-bodia," she pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;"OH..."&lt;/em&gt; @^_^@. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;--to be continued--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116189387614153201?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116189387614153201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-knows-cambodias-famous-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116189387614153201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116189387614153201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-knows-cambodias-famous-for.html' title='Everyone Knows Cambodia&apos;s Famous For... (Joke of the Year )'/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116176857240915771</id><published>2006-10-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:34:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/IMG_3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Old Friends in Damdaek Pagoda, Phnom Penh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/DSC05428.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/DSC05428.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long way to go, my friends, we can always go ahead as long as we still open our eyes. A long journey starts from a small single step. Don't be upset of yourselves just because you can't take a long step as others do. Remember the tortoise has its own way. Keep smiling for yourselves, me, and others: &amp;*_*&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116176857240915771?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116176857240915771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-origin-old-friends-in-damdaek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116176857240915771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116176857240915771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-origin-old-friends-in-damdaek.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116167587437758133</id><published>2006-10-24T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:44:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/pv%20temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/pv%20temple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cambodia, Always A Famous Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the past, our country's been named a fighter. Yeah we're good at fighting: My grandfather said his father was a horse fighter fighting with the French in Isarak and he was named as Samon horse robber... oh he could fight 8 i heard, but some day he disappeared. Emm... we're fighters, but who know us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We always fight since the old day till now, but we never know that we're fighting for nothing. We've fighted since we were a tiger just to be a hunger cat begging around from door to door. We've had our unique culture - fighting among ourselves. So proud of Vietnam to fight for their own sake of independence from those idiots, so proud of Thailand to fight for their expansion, and at least so proud of Laos to fight for their people. How 'bout us? Yah we fighted ourselves to be others. I heard my g-father said if in those old days you opposed to the king, you'd be accused of royal throne betrayal (capital punishment - beheading). After some time, we changed to fight ourselves for others... and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until we killed ourselves for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been very curious and kept laughing at myself of how unique Khmers are. Among us, we always crawl in front of others, but we appear very strong, powerful, cruel, and aggressive among ourselves. See how our representatives are doing right there... they like fighting each others, cursing each others even worse than my niece and nephew. Think of it carefully. I think it's already become our culture. They do it publicly without any embarrasement. It's more than enough... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not to offend ourselves, but rather to let us think more in future to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116167587437758133?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116167587437758133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/cambodia-always-famous-fighter-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116167587437758133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116167587437758133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/cambodia-always-famous-fighter-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116162216234101257</id><published>2006-10-24T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:54:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/IMG_3648.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/IMG_3648.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying: Don't let the buffalo gets near to the sugar cane field, or it'd not be able to do anything but lying down there playing. Let him go into the water, but don't let him lying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little windy from the window; can see the river outside lying straight and never being afraid of tomorow when the weather dries - yeah i wish you can stay still ever. I don't understand why we can't just live our lives - why do we need to wait for the sun to rise and the world to bright? So quiet and peaceful is the nature of the night, but why can't we enjoy it? Does life really need a light? Is bright a price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look into the sky, pray with the stars, and make a wish for the moon." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116162216234101257?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116162216234101257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/saying-dont-let-buffalo-gets-near-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116162216234101257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116162216234101257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/saying-dont-let-buffalo-gets-near-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116158421920696150</id><published>2006-10-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:25:33.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/UN%20sleep20_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/UN%20sleep20_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cambodian diplomat in a &lt;em&gt;deep dream&lt;/em&gt; in UNSC submit in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anonymous idiot is a diplomat of Cambodian Delegation in UNSC (UN Security Council). The submit was held recently on 17 Oct 06 in New York in purposes of preparing for the selection of new members into the council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun understand what the hell he was doing right there... though i might feel sleepy in class sometimes, i never have that completely naked day-dreaming. Oh God, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kohsantepheapdaily.com.kh/khmer/sleep20_10.htm"&gt;http://www.kohsantepheapdaily.com.kh/khmer/sleep20_10.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116158421920696150?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116158421920696150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/cambodian-diplomat-in-deep-dream-in.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116158421920696150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116158421920696150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/cambodian-diplomat-in-deep-dream-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184114.post-116152473742296849</id><published>2006-10-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:45:37.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/PA210023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/PA210023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/1600/coolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/260/4039/320/coolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My coolie family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... yeah... we're really incredibly coolie family. Left to right, Ngoc, Sokly, Sothun (me), Yen, Joy, and Rith. See how happy we're. Just wanna say i keep smiling whenever talking or thinking about them. Life is much better than before when we lived in hostel. My coolie family house now's just like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or even heaven alr. No feeling to stay at school as before. "Yeah i wanna come home to see my family, wow"... i wish they'll all be there when i come home. Hey going to far alr... better stop now or oopps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36184114-116152473742296849?l=phoumirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/feeds/116152473742296849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-coolie-family.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116152473742296849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36184114/posts/default/116152473742296849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoumirak.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-coolie-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Khemara Phoumirak​ ខេមរា ភូមិរក្ស</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00025377000945214949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HAXSQtvnpWs/SFlfmMtyUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RQbv12zmpPU/S220/Sothun+Phoumirak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
