I Do Really Have the Problem?
Hey folks, i'm so worried coz of this guy always sending me his VIAGRA promotion. That is the drug for curing sex problem, restoring and empowering sexual ability. WTF>
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.
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).
I've just written to question him again for clarification. Last hope. Help me. What should i do if i?
Friday, June 08, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
A RECALL
Be Strong, My Son
Now in Cambodia... Hardly have a new post as the freakingly slow internet is always killing me.
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.
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.
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.
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 "BE STRONG, MY SON". It’s truly magical if you know and if you believe.
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.
Back in Phnom Penh, I said my last word to my father “I will pursue your greatness. And be with me”.
(From a son of the old empire)
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.
Be Strong, My Son
Now in Cambodia... Hardly have a new post as the freakingly slow internet is always killing me.
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.
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.
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.
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 "BE STRONG, MY SON". It’s truly magical if you know and if you believe.
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.
Back in Phnom Penh, I said my last word to my father “I will pursue your greatness. And be with me”.
(From a son of the old empire)
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.
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