Talking with dad today about his career and so on. Then he told me this: when our family first moved to live in phnom penh. It was a though moment of our family. My brothers and sisters were all in the hospital. Dad had no money. He had no actual job. So he became a taxi driver for little money to support family and hospital fee. He was driving home one night and picked up a man for a free ride. The man barely spoke during the ride. As he got out, he thanked and told dad that he would answer any question to repay my dad’s kindness. So dad asked « my kids are all sick. When would they be relief? » The man replied « They are going to be relief after the death of your youngest daughter. ». Dad drove off angrily. 2 days later, it was a very sad moment for us, my younger sister died (so i became the youngest). What surprised my dad was, after that, everyonz in the family got better and left the hospital. My dad was regret that he didn’t ask why we were all sick ».
Took the train to Sihanoukville. Since it was all booked, I got on the night shift. I sat down opposite a woman who was sat between two men. I was not bothered by them but I felt a little strange that the girl seemed to be staring at me. I could not see very well since the girl wore a black shirt with the collar covered her head. Arrived Kampong Speu station, another man got it. First, he sat next to the gate. But then he came to sit next to me. He wispered to me » get off the next station. It’s too dangerous. » I started shaking but I followed the man. Once i got off, he said » that woman is dead. She jumped into the train just before i got into this train. Those 2 men were holding her ».
The feeling of seeing your neighbor from the hospital covered by a white clothe with a name on a card attached with her wrist. That card is normally placed on dead people.
1 day earlier:
Pros Pov Yi is a doctor working at night shift. On his way back to the groundfloor. He entered the elevator and there was just one person. That person was me. I was going to visit my neighbor. She delivered her son. When the elevator opened, a pregnant woman standing was about to enter. Pov slammed the button to close the door. I tried to stop him but it was too late. I blamed him by not letting that woman to enter and asked him why he didn’t let my neighbor enter the elevator. He said, « I operated that woman. She died during the operating »
Un couple avait un problème à la maison et a décidé de ne pas se parler. Tout d’un coup, le garçon appris qu’il avait besoin de sa femme pour le réveiller le lendemain matin à 5 heures car il devait partir en avion pour un business important.
Quand il n’a pas voulu être le premier qui commence à parler (considéré comme un perdant), il a écrit sur une petite feuille « Réveille-moi à 5h,stp » et a collé sur le frigo ou sa femme pouvait la trouver.
Le lendemain matin, il s’est réveillé mais il était déjà 9 heures. Il a raté son vol. Il était très en colère. Il s’est levé et allé voir sa femme pourquoi elle ne l’a pas réveillé, mais il a trouvé sur le lit, une petite note de sa femme « il est 5 heures! Réveille-toi!« .
Din is a beautiful blind girl whom everyone hates her except, Vann, her boyfriend. Vann loves Din so much. There are countless time that he asks her to marry him. But Din always tells him « I would marry you honey if only I could see you ». Days pass. Then one day, Din is donated eyes. Vann is so excited to meet Din. He plans to propose her that day. When Din sees Vann, she is very shocked to find out that Vann is also blind. Van asks « Will you marry me now? ».
Bebore you go through the story, now let me ask you something. What would you say if you were Din? No? Yes?
Din refuses Vann. Vann smiles and walk away saying « Take care of my eyes »
You’re optimist and energetic who always smile. You’re interested in many things around you and always want to try something new, always. The most important thing is you love sharing, you share what you know, even you are not so sure of it. You try to plan ahead, you expect it will help you save time and energy, even it only saves 3 minutes of time. You like to help other people. You’re a generous person and you know how to share happiness, for example : you make jokes even you are not feeling well or through social volunteer work.
You’re a strong and determined person, but you cry very fast. Bad thing about you is that you don’t stand firm on your feet but , of course, move forward bravely. « I do enjoy every moment of life », it’s your quote. You never give up that easily! You will definitely get a well-deserved award afterwards.
You’re one of those people who don’t keep their problems inside and can talk openly about them with others, and you tend to find a solution together, even to strangers.
You are very individual. If you work in team, the team must be a small team. You are supportive of your family. But you always think that you give more than you get.
I have been to France once. I have seen a lot of people who talk to themselves on the streets, especially in Paris. I, first, thought they were crazy. But then I accidentally found that experts had discovered that a conversation with yourself can be a route to achievement and success. « Why thinking outloud is usefull? We start to think faster.A conversation with yourself helps you concentrate.Saying to your thoughts out loud helps you to put them in order. Talking to yourself both calm you down and energize you. »I followed. As a result, it helps me to better concentrate, makes me focus more on my studies, and gives me some pretty brilliant ideas while talking to myself; and more important, it helps me pronouncing better my german language.
This could be the reason why most world’s great scholars and scientists come from France; especially Paris. When people talk to themselves, it does not mean that they are crazy. It means that they are genious.
Special message : when next time, people say « Are you crazy, why you talk to yourself?« , you answer « I don’t care what bitches say, I care what makes me feel better« .
Cambodia is small and beautiful with lots of bizarre things to do and explore, and there’s absolutely no reason why you should live and die in the same place where you were born.
Now let’s take a quick test to find out if Cambodia fits you best:
- During the lunch break, Cambodian prefer drinking ice tea or fruit shake. After work, a glass of wine is preferable.
- Cliffy coastal with tropical beach is often chosen for the weekend holidays.
- The favorite hobbies are a bit various. Cambodian may love going out on the town for drinks and dancing, or biking around the city or having a good book at the historic monuments.
- What opic are you most passionate about? Art? Philosophy? These are Cambodia.
- Artistic and fun describe Cambodia perfectly.
- Going to the rooftop party and having deep conversation about everything appeal the activities of Cambodian.
- If you could describe life in one phrase, what would it be? Life is an art, life is a journey?
Cambodian aren’t an individual or isolated type. They love being with friends or family talking about their difficulties, life, love. They enjoys the finer things in life, and love to surround themself with beautiful things. Cambodian give a deep appreciation for urban architecture. Cambodian would perhaps be described as a modernist, who appreciates culture and diversity, but enjoys the comforts of a simple decorated home and green living open space.
I live in the most peaceful period in human history. It’s the best moment to live a life on the planet. Never before have so few people fight each other. Most people want harmony. The world is working very hard together to keep each other fed and safe. I live in the most educated, literate period in human history. More knowledge has been piled-up and stored in the past 20 years. Most of us could live a long, long time. Life expectancy has never been as long as it is now. That means more time to meet each other, help each other, and figure out how to make it a better world for everyone. The greatest things offered like this; who wants to die?
You do not know the feeling of dying in young age. I’m only 23, so there are still many things to be explored. I know everyone dies, everything dies, nothing lasts forever. I am not afraid of dying. I know everything could happen. I dare to across the street or walking out of my house without hesitating. Why would I be afraid of fading away?
It all started just over 2 weeks ago I had a seriously stomach pain followed by my whole body getting weaker until I pee blood. After that I haven’t been right. I went to visit the doctor. I was suspected to have a cancer. It was like a nightmare I couldn’t really explain and living through something like this. I am writing this because I want to share hope to those who are going through the same hardships as I am right now. I was super scared at first. I cried, and cried. I could not eat anything and it was that I was not able to eat but I didn’t want to eat. My health got worse. My friends had made a joke to comfort me. My dad search all the traditional herbs for me. My mum visits all the best doctors for more advice! My brothers and sisters google for food which kill cancer. After seeing all these tireless works for me, it gives me hope! I know if I fight, I will make it through. No matter what the result is, I am not losing hope.
Do you believe in ghosts? I don’t know now. My mother caught my brother’s last video recorded with a scary ghost behind him. The story goes back to 2015 in Battambang. It’s when my family had first moved into the old house that we bought and were really excited about it. My brother thought of preserving this memory by recording video of his speech everyday in the new home. But after my brother’s death, we know so little that there was someone else joining in with my brother.
Le bonheur est un choix. On peut choisir à être joyeux. Il y a tout de temps de stress. Il y a toujours de malheur mais c’est notre choix si on le laisse à nous effectuer. On a de choix de comment on vit notre vie. Même si la vie est composée beaucoup de malheureux, il ne veut rien dire qu’on ne peut pas vivre sans misérable. Le bonheur est un choix qu’on fait et créé pour nous-même. Le bonheur ne vient pas des autres qui nous donne le feu vert. Mais il vient de dedans, de l’intérieur. Le bonheur ne vient pas à nous, mais il viens de nous. Il y a beaucoup de personnes qui vivent heureusement avec rien du tout.
Effet, il y a 4 facteurs qui nous amènent des malheureux :
- Demander: parfois on attend les autres trop parce-qu’on est prêt de faire beaucoup pour eux.
- Égoïste: on manque une considération pour les autres. On oublie l’amitié. On ne veut plus d’avoir des amis. On ne veut que les clients.
- Jalousie: il faut qu’on supprime ce facteur. C’est lui qui nous séduit de faire mal au autres.
- Passé: Quand
Once apon a time, there was a Death lived alone in a forest far far away. He was very happy to bring lives to death. One touch from Death, nothing can survive, not even flower. In the same forest, there was a girl who lived alone. Girl never sees Death .And Death never meets girls either. One day, while the girl was sleeping, Death saw her. Death looked at her face and fell in love. Death forgot everything and spent hours/days/weeks hiding in the bush to watch her. He saw her playing around with other animals, he saw her eats, runs, sleeps.. The more he looked, the more he fell in love.
After months, the girl accidentaly saw Death. She fell in love with Death too. They both talked, laughed, played with each other. The girl made umbrella for the Death to protect the sun, so Death could walk under the sun. Death protected girls from other cruel animals. They both loved each other. One day, girl asked Death to hold each other’s hand for once, even she knew she would die afterwards. Death didn’t agree at first, but since girl insisted; he agreed. The girl died while holding Death’s hand. She was very happy. For the love, just holding hand for once in a life time is enough!
« Everyone says love is blind. But I say life is blind without love »
ស្រី ៖ បន្ថយល្បឿនមើល! ខ្ញុំខ្លាច!
ប្រុស ៖ ទេ សប្បាយសោះនឹង! ស្រី ៖ សប្បាយអី គួរឲ្យខ្លាច!
ប្រុស ៖ ចឹងនិយាយថា ស្រលាញ់បងមក?
ស្រី ៖ អូខេ អួនស្រលាញ់បង! បន្ថយល្បឿនបាននៅ?
ប្រុស ៖ ចឹងអោបបងឲ្យខ្លាំងមើល? (នាងក៏អោប)
ប្រុស ៖ អូនអាចយកមួកការពារបងចេញ ហើយពាក់វាបានទេ? បងរមាស់ក្បាលណាស!
ក្នុងការសែតបានចេញផ្សាយ ៖ ម៉ូតូដាចហ្វ្រាំង បុកអាគារ រស់មួយស្លាប់មួយ។
ការពិតនោះគឺ ជិះបានពាក់កណ្ដាលផ្លូវ បុរសដឹងថាម៉ូតូដាចហ្វ្រាំង ប៉ុន្តែគាត់មិនចងឲ្យមិនស្រីដឹង។ ផ្ទុយទៅវិញ គាត់ឲ្យមិត្តស្រីរបស់គាត់អោបគាត់ជាលើកចុងក្រោយ ហើយឲ្យនាងពាក់ពួកសុវត្តិភាព។ ធ្វើដូច្នេះ មិនស្រីរបស់គាត់អាចរស់ បើទោះជាគាត់ត្រូវស្លាប់ក៏ដោយ។
Most countries in Asia seem to have their own unique language system, like writing system. Khmer is no exception. Cambodian language is called Khmer.
Khmer writing system has 24 dépendent vowels, 14 indépendent vowels, 33 consonants (originally there were 35 consonants), and 10 supplementary consonants. Most dependent vowels have two different pronunciations, depending in most cases on the inherent vowel of the consonant to which they are added. Every consonant has its subscript form (perhaps it sounds similar to Capital letters and Small letters but it isn’t).
Khmer prononciation is rich. How about trying to differentiate these sounds:
k & kh, t & th, p & ph, ch & chh & j, d & dh, b & bh, nh & n & ng,
They are amazing, aren’t they? One of the arguments for why Chinese is tonal is because it is a mono syllable language. Each word is only one syllable or a combination of one syllable words. As there are a limited number of single syllables that can be made, a particular sound, such as dai might appear in twenty different words, with completely different meanings. The way they differentiate between them is through tones. In contrast, Khmer isn’t a tonal language (yeah, cheers..). Let’s try to pronounce these complex compound consonants:
pht (phteh = home), thng (thngai = day), chhn (chhnang = pot), phch (phchanh = to fail s.o), strr (saSTRacha = professor), phng (phnga = to turn up side down), …
Khmer listening is a challenge for westerners. All the end-sounds are not strongly prounced like in French or English. Since Khmer is a lazy language, words are mostly combined and shortened. For example :
Meaning : Where are you going?
Full : Teur nek kompong tov ti na?
Shorten : kompong tov na?
Combine : M’pong tna?
Come on! Don’t give up yet! We are almost half-way there!
Khmer has anywhere from 40 – 80 vowel sounds, depending on who’s counting and which regional dialect they are studying. As a result, there are lots of sounds that sound identical to western ears, but have completely different meanings in Khmer. But it is an advantage for someone who already studied Thai, the vowels in Thai were taken from Khmer. So, you would already have been exposed to about 10% of the language. Instead of a hundred years to master the language, as I estimated you would need 90 years to complete.
My dad lives in Phnom Penh, and mum lives in Sihanoukville (beach). I live with them both. This means I often (must) go to live with one of them twice a week at least. When I was a bit younger, I even went twice per day. The airplane in Sihanoukville is few minutes walk from the beach. So; while waiting for the flight, beach becomes my lobby. Actually I just pull a short shorts over my bikini. The flight is only 15minutes directly from the beach to Phnom Penh. I have no luggage, just my ID card bag. On the plane, I am offered blankets to keep warm, since airplanes are air conditioned . I wonder if I could wear my beach underwear on the airplane since it’s very close and I am still offered blankets anyway? An other thing is I also want to show off my outfit body with my expensive Cambodian hand-made brand bikini (That’s why we buy that expensive underwear, right?).
Deleting someone from your mind isn’t an easy target like deleting their pictures. We are not robots and we certainly will remember the person we used to love. But the problem isn’t about remembering the person but can’t stop these thoughts from growwing, wishing her/him was here and thinking of the possibility of getting her/him back.
When people lose hope in getting something that they really wanted they usually become depressed and stressed which leads to comitting suicide.
I think you understand the feeling. The feeling that you love someone who may have loved you once upon a time or you loved someone deeply who loved you deeply and then this person just switched off and hurt you in ways that were unimaginable. To be honest, I have tried many things to forget that person. I have dated lots of people. I stopped keeping in touch, no phone calls, no re-reading our old messages. But these don’t help me. You have any clue to help me?
« ខ្ញុំមិនចូលចិត្តពាក់មួកសុវត្ថិភាពទេ។ វាបំផ្លាញមូតសក់របស់ខ្ញុំ »។ « ជិះមើកៗ ដូចអណ្ដើក កុំស្រែពែក »។
នៅតំបន់អ៊ឺរ៉ុប រៀងរាល់និទាឃរដូវ កង់ រថយន្ ម៉ូតូមាននៅពាសពេញ។ ប៉ុន្តែនៅក្នុងប្រទេសកម្ពុជា ៣៦៥ថ្ងៃក្នុង១ឆ្នាំ រថយន្ត និងម៉ូតូរមៀលឥតឈប់ឈរនៅលើផ្លូវ។
ប្អួនជីដូនមួយរបស់ខ្ញុំជាសិស្សវិទ្យាសាស្ដ្រឆ្នើមមួយរូប ដែលទើបតែបានបញ្ចប់ការសិក្សារ។ គ្មានអ្វីខុសគ្នាពីអ្នករាជធានីភ្នំពេញ នាងមិនដែលគោរពច្បាប់ចរាចរណ៍។
ថ្ងៃមួយដែលជាថ្ងៃខួបកំណើតរបស់មិត្តរបស់នាងម្នាក់ នាងបានធ្វើមូតសក់យ៉ាងស្អាត់។ « មួកការពារនៅណា ម៉េចមិនពាក់? » មិត្តនាងដែលជិះម៉ូតូជាមួយនាងសួរ។ « ខ្ញុំមិនចូលចិត្តពាក់មួកសុវត្ថិភាពទេ។ វាបំផ្លាញមូតសក់របស់ខ្ញុំ » នាងតប « តោះទៅ យើងយឺតហើយ« ។ ពួគគេជិះម៉ូតូ។ « ជិះមើកៗ ដូចអណ្ដើក កុំស្រែពែក។« នាងនិយាយ « ចាំគ្នាឌុបវិញ« ។ នាងជិះលឿនស្លេវ។ ពេលដល់ផ្លូវកែង ស្រាប់ទេនាងទោប៉ះជាមួយម៉ូតូមួយទៀតពេញទំហឹង។ ពេលនាងភ្ញាក់ឡើង នាងកំពុងនៅក្នុងឡានពេទ្យទៅហើយ។ ក្បាលរបស់នាងបែកយ៉ាងធ្ងន់ធ្ងរ ដោយនាងមិនបានពាក់មួកការពារ ជើងនិងដៃរបស់នាងបាក់។ នាងខំប្រឹងបើកភ្លែក ហើយសួរពេទ្យដែលអង្គុយក្បែរនោះ។ « មិត្តរបស់ខ្ញុំយ៉ាងម៉េចហើយ? » នាងសួរ។ ពេទ្យក៏តប « នាងបានបាត់បង់ជីវិតហើយ« ។ « ចុះអ្នកបើកម៉ូតូមួយទៀតនោះ? » នាងបន្តរសួរ។ « ក៏ស្លាប់បាត់ហើយដែរ » ពេទ្យឆ្លើយ។ « អ្នកគ្រូពេទ្យ អាចផ្ញើរសារប្រាប់ប៉ាម៉ាក់របស់ខ្ញុំបានទេថាខ្ញុំសុំទោសដែលមិនស្ដាប់ដំបូមានរបស់គាត់? » នាងសួរក្នុងដង្ហើមចុងក្រោយ តែអ្នកគ្រូពេទ្យមិនបានឆ្លើយនឹងសំនួរទេ។ ប្អូនជីដូនមួយរបស់ខ្ញុំបានស្លាប់ប្រមាន១ទៅ២នាទីក្រោយមក។ លោកដុកទ័របានស្ដីបន្ទោសអ្នកគ្រូពេទ្យថា ហេតុអ្វីមិនយល់ព្រមនិងបំណងចុងក្រោយរបស់នាង។ « ខ្ញុំមិនចងឲ្យនាងដឹងថា អ្នកដែលនាងបុកស្លាប់នោះគឺ ជាឪពុកម្ដាយរបស់នាងទេ! » អ្នកគ្រូពេទ្យឆ្លើយទាំងទឹកមុកគ្រៀមក្រំ។