<?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-3863602319989910691</id><updated>2012-01-29T02:20:43.540+07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='headncloud'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='works'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Podcasts'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Awe-inspiring'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Dragon'/><category term='Everyday words'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Life'/><category term='babysis'/><category term='Words for Life'/><category term='MyBong'/><category term='Bummer'/><category term='CelineDionLoveSongs'/><category term='Off for Fun'/><category term='Adorable stuffs'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Hearty Laugh'/><category term='Blah'/><category term='Hyper-thought'/><category term='capture'/><category term='girls date'/><category term='solitude&apos;s day'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Health issue'/><title type='text'>nothing or something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5952610249201867931</id><published>2012-01-27T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:36:06.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyBong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6769947657/" title="I love you by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6769947657_bf156ab700_z.jpg" alt="I love you" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5952610249201867931?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5952610249201867931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5952610249201867931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5952610249201867931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5952610249201867931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday, Love!'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7107520956500021353</id><published>2012-01-25T13:41:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:47:59.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year of Dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsVDRjax6i8/Tx-mgZoj1HI/AAAAAAAAD7A/AGPL8liCn24/s1600/Rabbit-Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsVDRjax6i8/Tx-mgZoj1HI/AAAAAAAAD7A/AGPL8liCn24/s400/Rabbit-Dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701458728841368690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most Chinese people wish to have Dragon babies by this year! The Dragon is one of the most wanted zodiac animals. Umm… even though I’m not sure why. But I can tell Chinese just love dragon. My best friend and I’ve always wanted to have Dragon son since we were in high school too. She loves dragon because she’s a dragon herself and I love Dragon because I love Dragon boy! Only because I noticed that they’re mischievous creature! That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday fell on Feb after Chinese New Year, so according Chinese Lunar Calendar, I’m one of a Dragon people! Too bad I’m not a boy. But according to Khmer calendar, I’m a Rabbit! I don’t like the fact that I’m both Rabbit and Dragon though! A brother once told me, “Don’t be upset. Instead, you’re blessed with powerful Dragon body and a smart Rabbit head!” I delighted just to hear that though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in Zodiac indeed. Because the more I know about their superstitions and beliefs, I find it more ridiculous and in disbelief! For instance, my ex-big boss--who is a Singaporean, told me that Tiger people are not desirable people for Chinese, especially Female Tiger. Female tigers are not allowed to attend weddings because they believe they would bring bad luck to couple. Can you believe that? What on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family mostly were born in Rat, Rabbit, Dragon, Monkey and Pig. Because of their zodiacs, I want my kids to be born in those years too. Simply like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, we have both positive and negative traits! Agree with it or not, I would say, the things we’ve done, the places we’ve been to and thick-and-thins we’ve gone through are the only things that make us become US today! And the beautiful and amazing people are the ones who know how to carry it all along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7107520956500021353?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7107520956500021353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7107520956500021353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7107520956500021353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7107520956500021353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsVDRjax6i8/Tx-mgZoj1HI/AAAAAAAAD7A/AGPL8liCn24/s72-c/Rabbit-Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-4377194380047574745</id><published>2012-01-02T17:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:27:05.703+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>A whole new chapter and another lifetime journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People say it’s a transformational process and I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5753780479/" title="Sun by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3414/5753780479_5010afcc99_z.jpg" alt="Sun" height="454" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By stepping out, I have learnt that it is possible to trust myself. I have been humbled by the sheer big-ness of the world and just how much I can get in exchange for 2 feet; 2 hands and an open mind. I’ve spent my times trading in little scraps of myself for the right to be acknowledged. But now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to stop compensating my existence where you play your role with your wizard because something tells me that this is not my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of “Zemblanity”, I have seen “Serendipity” at its best, turning strangers into lifelong friends and brief moments into lovely bond that no amount of time or distance would ever quite erase. A momentary, somewhat random act of kindness of fate and universe, led me to a man who continues every day to be pretty awesome, even to a whacked-out cynic like me, whom I adore very dearly and whom I’m going to marry in no time. I can't even begin to explain how fortunate I feel this year with my family, my awesome man, my friends and this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked some and am the better for it. I am the same but yet different. I have experienced myself at my best and at my worst. I have dug deeply and honestly within myself and come away scraped and raw, but I survived. I would like to tell you that it is perfectly safe. Except it’s not. That it’s possible to go ahead, knowing all the odds. Except it’s not.That you will never lose your way, because you will, once more than once. That it would never hurt. Except it will, over and over, like a bitch. But still I say go, go where the heart leads because that’s the only way to really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&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/3863602319989910691-4377194380047574745?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/4377194380047574745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=4377194380047574745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4377194380047574745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4377194380047574745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-new-chapter-and-another-lifetime.html' title='A whole new chapter and another lifetime journey.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5498072866029203286</id><published>2011-12-19T18:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:28:27.823+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance</title><content type='html'>“Like we said, we'll do what we can. Trytoreconnectyoutowhatyouwant,»  said the Sheep Man. «Butwecan'tdoitalone. Yougottaworktoo.  Sitting'snotgonnadoit, thinking's-notgonnadoit.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«So what do I have to do?»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5754327444/" title="IMG_4429 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4429" height="427" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5267/5754327444_9f850e73d5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Taken on top of Busra waterfall, Mondulkiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance,&lt;/span&gt;» said the Sheep Man.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays.  Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop.  Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind,  nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep.Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhat-youbolteddown.  Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared.  Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon't-letyourfeetstop.»”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3354.Haruki_Murakami"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5498072866029203286?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5498072866029203286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5498072866029203286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5498072866029203286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5498072866029203286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/12/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5966691293147172874</id><published>2011-11-15T17:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:04:18.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adorable stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Adorable stuffs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDdrfU0ABVA/TsOBavgqclI/AAAAAAAADq0/xpjSIHqOoO4/s1600/il_570xN.130960480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDdrfU0ABVA/TsOBavgqclI/AAAAAAAADq0/xpjSIHqOoO4/s400/il_570xN.130960480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675522251847004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFNhWCHSi9c/TsI2kLsBlWI/AAAAAAAADpY/VvC40oArCLc/s1600/il_570xN.286240955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFNhWCHSi9c/TsI2kLsBlWI/AAAAAAAADpY/VvC40oArCLc/s400/il_570xN.286240955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675158475680879970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je-x4QQexJ8/TsI2jXJrsuI/AAAAAAAADo8/VsZM6oPavkI/s1600/il_570xN.286215999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je-x4QQexJ8/TsI2jXJrsuI/AAAAAAAADo8/VsZM6oPavkI/s400/il_570xN.286215999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675158461578195682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WNmNSpeS_c/TsI26i5DDJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/vaq_QMZ6v3I/s1600/il_570xN.286336288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WNmNSpeS_c/TsI26i5DDJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/vaq_QMZ6v3I/s400/il_570xN.286336288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675158859866639506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXlZtBRK4eA/TsI2jLOO1UI/AAAAAAAADo0/1X5ncSF91uc/s1600/il_570xN.286362208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXlZtBRK4eA/TsI2jLOO1UI/AAAAAAAADo0/1X5ncSF91uc/s400/il_570xN.286362208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675158458376049986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXi0WfhEinc/TsOBinTRbDI/AAAAAAAADrA/IQmvig-J8Qk/s1600/il_570xN.286353222.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/PriyankaSodhi?ref=seller_info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is pretty nice. Those little things are just so,  so and so adorable! I love those bangles and earrings. I’m thinking of customizing them with my birthstone and silver for my birthday. I know where to make it less expensive than that online shop. My birthstone is amethyst. So I need to find amethyst gemstone first. Where?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5966691293147172874?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5966691293147172874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5966691293147172874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5966691293147172874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5966691293147172874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/11/adorable-stuffs.html' title='Adorable stuffs!'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDdrfU0ABVA/TsOBavgqclI/AAAAAAAADq0/xpjSIHqOoO4/s72-c/il_570xN.130960480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3791130101264205894</id><published>2011-10-29T16:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:40:09.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Draw me the warm sunlight; sketch me the chilly breeze and paint my world in shade of fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6290854036/" title="Autumn_falling_leaf by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6290854036_d2b7c4c262_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="Autumn_falling_leaf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;I won't deny that I wish to have an autumn views here in Cambodia. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Khaer KADEK Tleark Kjol (Autumn Season) has rolled around for few days already, but I don't feel a slight chill of the breeze. I guess we can't feel it this early but in a week or so. Do you think autumn is a great excuse to get warm and cozy and especially being lazy in this miserable chill? I pretty much do. But usually I don't find myself being lazy during this season thought, but more productive. I think during autumn here, people are being more active than ever. It's a marriage season after all. So Ah hah, you see my point. They gotta run around checking those things off their to-do-list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We can't expect much from autumn here though, except wedding invitations. Lolz. And I got 3 already. You can't see those beautiful views in hazel nuts or earth muddy or vibrant or warm beige or neutral color here, but there are times I saw some falling leaves on the ground and they took my breathe away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies – Yeay Yeay circle, I expect another Saturday cozy catch up in the yard of coffee shop, when we feel the chill touch us. What do you think? And this time I promise to bring my knitting stuffs along. Haha.&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-3791130101264205894?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3791130101264205894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3791130101264205894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3791130101264205894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3791130101264205894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/10/draw-me-warm-sunlight-sketch-me-chilly.html' title='Draw me the warm sunlight; sketch me the chilly breeze and paint my world in shade of fall.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6290854036_d2b7c4c262_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8230821013583040332</id><published>2011-10-26T19:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:59:05.158+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You painted me a perfect day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6282603435/" title="DSC09780 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/6282603435_fcbc9e03d5_z.jpg" alt="DSC09780" height="420" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A perfect mug of delicious drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A great lines from a book you can't quite put down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sunset that completely and extremely take your breath away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A moon and a hundred stars in the sky that you can't get enough of gazing at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A field of grass that you die to lie down and just lie down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A song from long ago that carries the memory of good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An email from a beloved asking, "Hello, how are you and how was your day?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sweet, sweet, sweet notes and surprises that pretty much makes you go head over heals in love with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man who loves you, who's really pretty amazing and whom you love and adore with all your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the awesome reasons why it's good &lt;em&gt;to be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;alive, to be loved and to love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8230821013583040332?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8230821013583040332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8230821013583040332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8230821013583040332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8230821013583040332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-painted-me-perfect-day.html' title='You painted me a perfect day.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/6282603435_fcbc9e03d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8869364490696031396</id><published>2011-10-18T13:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:04:46.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><title type='text'>Silly Saturday with two freaks! Yeay Tout &amp; Mak Ming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6256916540/" title="N-K-P-2 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6256916540_c50bdd3540_z.jpg" alt="N-K-P-2" height="384" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6256385649/" title="N-K-P by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6256385649_b4efd0017d_z.jpg" alt="N-K-P" height="384" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Coffee catch-up, but instead I ended up grabbing myself Green Tea latte and Green Apple juice. &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeay Tout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was allergic of coffee but the baby girl in her needed chocolate, so yeah chocolate shake to begin with. &lt;a href="http://kellyvann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was too old for coffee, so she got herself an Ice Green Tea latte and Apple &amp;amp; Carrot juice. Green Tea red bean cake, Banana bread, chocolate cookie and nuttie cookie. All are my favorite. Just a bite of it, my cough found way back to me again! AGAIN! Girl’s talk! Say cheese! Loud and lame by being crazy over talking silly pictures. These old ladies deleted their silly teeth-less pics while I’ve gone to the loo. No more insane pics to be left with, but sane. I should have killed them all! Geez! Well, Book swap!!! But gosh, I forgot to bring my knitting and crocheting basket to share them! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jam. Home late. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One silly, but great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8869364490696031396?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8869364490696031396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8869364490696031396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8869364490696031396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8869364490696031396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/10/silly-saturday-with-two-freaks-yeay.html' title='Silly Saturday with two freaks! Yeay Tout &amp; Mak Ming'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6256916540_c50bdd3540_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1033287588574411351</id><published>2011-10-05T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:37:50.402+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dreary October</title><content type='html'>I was anxious not to get things go, but then I tried to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to be understood but I tried hard not to resent those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious for things to go my way when I wanted them to, but I took a breath and a big step back and tried to seek patience instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to be loved unconditionally but I tried not to let that stop me from loving others and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was/am anxious to be happy with who I am, right here, right now, but I tried/try to give myself a break and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've been trying. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4843490388/" title="IMG_9553 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/4843490388_59e9e0c8b2_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9553" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm aiming to set my eyes on my going-to-be everyday in the near future on taking in the moments and then letting them go; on forming few attachments, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except to the ones who rock my world&lt;/span&gt;; on being thankful at the end of each day that I'd make it through and have enough&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; leftover to live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October is going to be the most depressive and dreary month that I'm going to remember. Because I can't keep promise to myself to this &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://panharath.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-not-quit.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end it all here. October.&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my new chapter in the fresh November, which I wonder what it's going to have in store, especially without a single plan and goal at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1033287588574411351?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1033287588574411351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1033287588574411351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1033287588574411351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1033287588574411351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreay-october.html' title='Dreary October'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/4843490388_59e9e0c8b2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2275562395954907426</id><published>2011-09-28T22:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:24:54.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CelineDionLoveSongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oJGnMaIGr8k" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x-xIahaHQx0" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3QoLoSQT1qY" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zZO2eRUROQc" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZheYTsrkzZA" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4jjR5ykr2Jg" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-2275562395954907426?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2275562395954907426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2275562395954907426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2275562395954907426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2275562395954907426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-feeling-it.html' title='I&apos;m feeling it.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oJGnMaIGr8k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3431768377011814680</id><published>2011-09-23T14:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:19:32.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>limitation</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it’s ever possible to say anything at all. I wonder if – even though I understand you more than anyone else in the world, but then I guess I don’t – you understand me at all. It’s hurt to watch you turn your back and act like I'm just another strangers,I’m just like another person you use all your usual way of taking everything into assumption after all these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instinctively hold a hand over my heart, feeling this pang – a pain that comes from this woman I love out of my most respect. I have an impulse to run, to escape again while I still can before this consumes me. Should I attempt to shut down the part of me that loves, respect, and cares, like I’ve tried so many times before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a part of me that I wanna shake you out of my belief and make you realize that: "please do not always think other people that they are selfish and self-center! it's you! and please give people who love you some value! Do you know how much you hurt them, hurt their pride and their love and respect for you? and please don't think money can rules everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth and I'm worn out. It reaches to a certain limit since the tears I've shed so many times are too dried to come out anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3431768377011814680?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3431768377011814680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3431768377011814680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3431768377011814680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3431768377011814680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-comes-times.html' title='limitation'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3889467745388113915</id><published>2011-08-17T00:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:54:11.992+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls date'/><title type='text'>It’s good to turn strangers to be long life friends, don’t you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date to be noted:&lt;/span&gt; 13th Aug 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place: &lt;/span&gt;Romantic café at Sovanna mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been years we’ve promised to have a nice catch-up but the plan didn’t always go with hand. And I think everyone has to share the blame. My schedule was too full that I could be free only Sunday sometimes. &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary &lt;/a&gt;doesn’t have an extension visa that she can go out at evening from Mon to Sat. Kelly, she was too busy with her academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, we could make it before we’re too old. I imagined it would take a lifetime that we’re able to meet up for a nice tea (no longer coffee) when our hairs turn gray, our faces full of wrinkle and moreover we each have a basket of crochets and knitting stuffs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m being too dreamy here. Forgive me, ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s my first time meeting Kelly, and third time with &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary &lt;/a&gt;and I felt excited and quite comfortable more than our first meet that you post &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-date.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Kelly is more quiet and gentle and lovely. Nathary is cute and adorable. I noticed she is not like the old her, the kindergartner. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly said I’m quite a talk machine and &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary &lt;/a&gt;said I’m a chatterbox. I still can't believe if i truly am? But just so you know when I feel good, I talk a lot. Chatting with you girls, I felt like a true nerd and smart and willing to bring out more on what I know and what I have in me. You helped me to know things in school life that I barely experience and you both have something that far different from my mates. I couldn’t be happier and I’m sure we can be a long life friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were too busy talking to take a picture together. I shouldn’t forget that. I did bring my camera along. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3889467745388113915?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3889467745388113915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3889467745388113915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3889467745388113915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3889467745388113915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-good-to-turn-strangers-to-be-long.html' title='It’s good to turn strangers to be long life friends, don’t you think?'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7741841246071789778</id><published>2011-08-11T22:50:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:18:19.220+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>your month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6033501287/" title="Picture-1 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6083/6033501287_e98a394d1d_z.jpg" alt="Picture-1" height="640" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/6034058072/" title="Picture-4 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6187/6034058072_fd564fe853_z.jpg" alt="Picture-4" height="640" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday was a week ago. But I didn't have a chance to turn on laptop and post what I want to blog about. Pretty much there are many things I want to tell you, just like our old days, we fought by day and made up by night and swapped about this and that until we fell asleep and hug each other tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with us. But we can't be here together in this world as much as I want to, but I think when I feel a need, I can close my eyes and turn inwards and let the memories of our childhood take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love how mum wrote about us at the back of our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7741841246071789778?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7741841246071789778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7741841246071789778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7741841246071789778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7741841246071789778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-sister.html' title='your month'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6083/6033501287_e98a394d1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3439919843018272335</id><published>2011-07-17T01:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:43:15.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I just need some inspiration</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I am craving that inward inspiration that gets me to just breathe and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5950115328/" title="IMAG7929 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5950115328_ae5b40f479_z.jpg" alt="IMAG7929" width="427" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eating Animal&lt;/span&gt;, Jonathan Safran Foer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, I have been restless and my hands, like a pair of conspiratorial malcontents, fidgety with dissatisfaction with... what? Maybe it’s the constant waiting and waiting for a whole bunch of things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of certainty, of being anchored in something solid; I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt;. I miss being sure of where I’m supposed to be... I miss believing in the possibility of dreams. I miss taking pleasure in simple things. I miss looking in the mirror and not feeling like a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3439919843018272335?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3439919843018272335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3439919843018272335&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3439919843018272335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3439919843018272335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-need-some-inspiration.html' title='I just need some inspiration'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5950115328_ae5b40f479_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8717714436070384823</id><published>2011-07-13T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:49:14.692+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><title type='text'>So my dad becomes my only bestfriend now...</title><content type='html'>... whom, when the morning comes and when the day's done, I would go and crawl next to him and babbling on how my days was like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8717714436070384823?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8717714436070384823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8717714436070384823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8717714436070384823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8717714436070384823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-my-dad-becomes-my-only-bestfriend.html' title='So my dad becomes my only bestfriend now...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6055332510993886969</id><published>2011-07-12T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:40:07.035+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>a beautiful quote for today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. 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  &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/25241.Bob_Marley"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-6055332510993886969?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6055332510993886969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6055332510993886969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6055332510993886969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6055332510993886969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-quote-for-today.html' title='a beautiful quote for today...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6350366510379745225</id><published>2011-07-01T23:45:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:19:19.257+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health issue'/><title type='text'>I love it when I say 'I'm fine' and you never believe I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It might be a simple way to not forget about our days was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the bruises and wounds are almost removed and all that remains are the soon-to-be-healed scars and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5570552298/" title="Comb the hair by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5570552298_d053503297_z.jpg" alt="Comb the hair" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to bed now, but it occurred to me that someday I might forget the days (2months) I walked around with my almost blackout and dizzy head and blur vision with a week of the band-aids and bruise on my chest and hand and finally had enough of it, peeled it off, and left with these bruise and soon-to-be-healed scars (Week 2). And anyways, I can’t just go around forgetting things like that, which is happened to me for the first time. (I hope I didn't make it sound serious which is not at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the only case. Because I think I just need to remember all the shivered sounds from their mouths, the worries from their faces, and esp. how they know exactly I'm not fine whenever I say 'I'm fine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I/we need people like this in life: People who never fail to express what is in their mind when you're not. Questionable people who &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;you can trust unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;. People who see through  you, but yet they love you. People who is always there for you and you can always turn to, while others look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember that they also need the same from you.&lt;br /&gt;That's what called 'Love' I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-6350366510379745225?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6350366510379745225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6350366510379745225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6350366510379745225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6350366510379745225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-it-when-i-say-im-fine-and-you.html' title='I love it when I say &apos;I&apos;m fine&apos; and you never believe I am.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5570552298_d053503297_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1565220658783409555</id><published>2011-05-31T11:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:04:30.694+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>when i become a mommy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5780763762/" title="Boy&amp;amp;Girl by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/5780763762_73efd325b9_z.jpg" alt="Boy&amp;amp;Girl" width="640" height="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I become a mommy to a little girl, I’ll tied her hair up with a crochet flower hairpin, dress her in a short flower swirly skirt with a white cotton spaghetti strap blouse and a pair of ballerina shoes, then we’ll go on road trip to find out why birds live in trees, butterflies can fly and what makes blue skies blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I become a mommy to a little boy, I'll dress him in a knee-length khaki jean with a white T-shirts, a pair of sneakers and a cap, then we'll go on adventure to find out why the mountains are high, the lakes are wide and what makes blue oceans blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1565220658783409555?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1565220658783409555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1565220658783409555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1565220658783409555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1565220658783409555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-become-mummy.html' title='when i become a mommy....'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/5780763762_73efd325b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6091148513077121556</id><published>2011-05-24T23:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:26:07.332+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><title type='text'>that's what storm is all about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5706662032/" title="IMG_5575 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/5706662032_2e01c1133c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_5575" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken on the way from PS to BTB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; where you can always see the wide opened bluest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; and blackest sky with masses of floating clouds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.&lt;/span&gt; There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;— &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt; (Kafka on the Shore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863602319989910691-6091148513077121556?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6091148513077121556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6091148513077121556&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6091148513077121556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6091148513077121556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/thats-what-storm-is-all-about.html' title='that&apos;s what storm is all about.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/5706662032_2e01c1133c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1230740323671791362</id><published>2011-05-19T00:10:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:39:33.638+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headncloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Old &amp; Grey &amp; in love.</title><content type='html'>Mr.&amp;amp;Ms. Opal &amp;amp; Amethyst Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you want to be mine? I mean, to be one of them???&lt;br /&gt;Stay calm and become my toys! I've never owned a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Human Toy&lt;/span&gt;. Be mine, plz!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5706606056/" title="IMG_6670 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/5706606056_c20303ef96_z.jpg" alt="IMG_6670" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taken when I tucked them in and sing a good night song. lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I look at my new toys, &lt;i&gt;'Aging' &amp;amp; 'Future' &amp;amp; ‘Forever’&lt;/i&gt; are on my dictionary of the day. Besides continue eating everything that life put in my plate, best or worst, I try to consume more supplements that I think it is the best nutrition for nurturing my faith.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because one day, even the young will be old. Those children, playing so happily in the park, will be the elderly men and women who sit on the bench watching another generation ride those swings. I wonder on what I want to take with me into the future and what I can preserve from the present and the past. If I can take my faith along with me, my hope, my tolerance, and my belief in the better side of human nature... perhaps, I can ensure that the most important part of me never ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So let's fill our  heart with LIGHT and LOVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And... let's get married, singletons! lolz jkd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1230740323671791362?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1230740323671791362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1230740323671791362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1230740323671791362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1230740323671791362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-and-in-love.html' title='Old &amp; Grey &amp; in love.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/5706606056_c20303ef96_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-4441641640076504688</id><published>2011-05-16T23:43:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:10:14.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Solitude's day</title><content type='html'>It sounds weird, but I love every moment of it. I celebrate it whenever I fully have my space and my privacy which I rarely do. So I called it Solitude’s day because it’s the day I bring myself to date and pretend that I’m in relationship with myself. I treat myself like I want others to treat me, I bring myself to where I want to go, and eat anything I want to eat without having treated by others. It’s the day I’m a foolishly spendthrift, but come on, I just want to have some nice treat for myself and yeah, it’s what all about, which sounds insane, but I enjoy it and I did it, like 4 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today what I’ve done are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get 264pcs photos printed&lt;br /&gt;- 10 movies &amp;amp; 5 music cds/&lt;br /&gt;- 2 more swimming suits&lt;br /&gt;- Get my hairs trimmed&lt;br /&gt;- Grabbed a very nice coffee I’ve been longed for.&lt;br /&gt;- Choco cookie &amp;amp; banana bread. I love it at best.&lt;br /&gt;- Gym / Swim / Jacuzzi/ Steam&lt;br /&gt;- Lay there by the pool and listening to soft music and enjoy the riverside view and the moon with salad in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;- Grab a very nice Party Garden for on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things I've done on my solitude's day are something I usually do, but not alone. The only thing I love about my solitude’s day is, I did all the things alone and FREELY!!! Plus, everything I eat, it tastes so great. I mean I’m able to smell it, to taste it in a way that I don’t know if there’s any crisis out there, because I have all my time here, because I think of nothing, talk of nothing, because I don't have to listen to everything, and I don't need to say anything and let's just forget about the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm anyway, maybe I celebrate it only when I'm single, or I still can after marriage. hahahaha you know like, "Hey darl, here's the deal! let's just have our own solitude's day once a month!" lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-4441641640076504688?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/4441641640076504688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=4441641640076504688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4441641640076504688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4441641640076504688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/solitudes-day.html' title='Solitude&apos;s day'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-9114131828262943453</id><published>2011-05-09T21:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:22:51.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>The remain of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it's beyond what you expect.&lt;br /&gt;The impossible expectation you yearn for after a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5702737711/" title="IMG_5389 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/5702737711_85586420e6_z.jpg" alt="IMG_5389" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally traveled 24 provinces and I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my travels, I fell in love often with countryside, esp. BTB where I could see beautiful clouds move back and forth; PL where you could never tired to enjoy the bluest sky on the summer day; MDKR where you can find the most greenest place for a better escape; RTNKR where you can see the most beautiful stars, and sky; KCG, the most peaceful place I once I think might end up there at my very old age... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe there's one noisiest, muddiest, and stressful place where you chase your life for life, but then, and the end of the day, if you could find something less stressful, but yet beautiful and romantic, that would be the best warming moment of the days. Like a quote from a book below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beyond the wall that marked the end of the terrace, I could see for miles around the windows and back yards of the neighboring properties. A lot of the windows were lit, and the ones in the distance, if you narrowed your eyes, looked almost like an extension of the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This roof terrace wasn't large, but there was definitely something romantic about it. You could imagine a couple, in the midst of busy city lives, coming out here on a warm evening and strolling around the potted shrubs, in each other's arms, swapping stories about their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like the last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I'm stricken by this picture. It's taken on the 32th floor of Canadia Tower. I've never seen something like on the day time with my naked eyes, except the last 3 years I was on the plane. But it's definitely something else I utterly fell about it. Because I see it with a feeling. Because right now, it gives me a glimpse to remind me how life eat me up from the inside with my everyday stress and strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 3 years, it was the beginning, it's hard to see everything with my true feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I have plenty of times to be torn in between, to shout, to scream out loud and to tell what I've been feeling and how my days look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-9114131828262943453?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/9114131828262943453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=9114131828262943453&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9114131828262943453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9114131828262943453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/remain-of-day.html' title='The remain of the day.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/5702737711_85586420e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-4780524961469153504</id><published>2011-05-05T22:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:21:36.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>M-Mum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's May. And it's Mother's Day. Soon. Time for present. At least, something to make the day for our beloved people. Like, this is my motto now, when you come from a trip, don't forget a little gift. At least, to me. Because maybe I've grown up receiving those from Uncle &amp;amp; Dad. And at this age, I feel like I'm following their footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of which, there's something I think it's really cute about it. From the very since, Dad always gets mum a make up kit, which I think why doesn't he just get her a lipstick instead? Because mum doesn't wear make up, except lipstick! Mum never get the reason why he always get her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, though how much he doesn't like when women with a make-up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5689992063/" title="IMG_6402 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5689992063_d593431520_z.jpg" alt="IMG_6402" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got presents from mum and mum-to-be bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;And this blow-your-soul-away song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt8vA4nW1ck"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rachel Aldous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, is for my mum &amp;amp; mum-to-be bestie, as well as mothers in the world who loves their children unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m imperfect but I perfectly love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly and Happy  Mother's Day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/re5EIUIXbhc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/re5EIUIXbhc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*See Rachel Aldous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart-felt interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt8vA4nW1ck"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and below is the song called, 'A Mother's Prayer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-4780524961469153504?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/4780524961469153504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=4780524961469153504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4780524961469153504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4780524961469153504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/05/m-mum.html' title='M-Mum.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5689992063_d593431520_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5495041628764088509</id><published>2011-04-30T01:40:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:21:34.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I smile and shake my head, well we all write our own endings and we all have our own scars, but tonight I think I see what it's all about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm not gonna write it down. I'm saving them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is just some craps I want to get it off a little bit, which there are two things I'm really obsessed about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Marriage &amp;amp; Pregnancy &amp;amp; Babies. I'm incredibly obsessed with it. Not because I want to get married, but I want to feel how it is to have a small living creature inside my tummy and how it is and how stress it is to be a master of everything with the new life. I want a change, really. I'm dying to experience it. Esp, when working on a new project related to it, I'm all for it. Anyway, so how to have baby without getting marriage? Single mom, i mean? Which is very INSANE, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Health. Be aware of your well-being. Seek balance. We can't do anything without having a good health and I just realized it's very, very, and very important. So take a good care of yourself. Do regular check-up. Disease is everywhere and Stress is the worst of all in this new generation which lead to other illness. So, don't overwork yourself. Limit. Less ambition. Be Content. It's not fun when you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5669914025/" title="10432119_TRPARjxv_c by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5669914025_f532a268fc.jpg" alt="10432119_TRPARjxv_c" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homecoming&lt;/span&gt; by Vienna Teng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is really something. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;After a long tiresome day, her songs calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling this beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="510"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgozu0G4OiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgozu0G4OiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to&lt;br /&gt;be living as I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody here&lt;br /&gt;just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know where I'm driving to&lt;br /&gt;but I know I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;and there's a blessing in every moment every mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3863602319989910691-5495041628764088509?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5495041628764088509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5495041628764088509&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5495041628764088509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5495041628764088509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-smile-and-shake-my-head-well-we-all.html' title='I smile and shake my head, well we all write our own endings and we all have our own scars, but tonight I think I see what it&apos;s all about.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5669914025_f532a268fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7470219169228596208</id><published>2011-04-18T21:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:56:04.540+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearty Laugh'/><title type='text'>I like myself better when I'm with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fried vermicelli + Choco cookies + Sesame Milk + Modern Family = EXCEPTIONORDINARILY GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://abc.go.com/shows/modern-family"&gt;Modern family&lt;/a&gt; was the best treat for my holidays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(finally, I could make time to watch it).&lt;/span&gt; Well, to be exact, the best ending treat. I love it more than &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/a&gt;. But watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern family&lt;/span&gt;, I've gone through some thoughts, though it cracked me up so hard to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to think how imperfect every family is. So does mine. I'm sure everyone has stories to tell. Best and Worst. Well, I think maybe we don't treat each other perfectly, but we love each other wholeheartedly. And I believe, like the wise old said, &lt;i&gt;The apple&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;doesn't fall far from the tree&lt;/i&gt;. If you have your own family, treat and shape them the best. Never neglect. Never Violent. Never Silent. I'm going to make mine the best I can be proud of. Esp, my kids. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh again, Modern family is truly the best. Laugh but then you learn something from it and you appreciate your family more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb8fwY6dhRc/Taw6p1FRU6I/AAAAAAAADOE/zcakMQQ9n4A/s1600/042710family_rect540_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb8fwY6dhRc/Taw6p1FRU6I/AAAAAAAADOE/zcakMQQ9n4A/s400/042710family_rect540_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596912927212917666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so relaxing and so addicted with this meaningful song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARBOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vienna Teng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKDXe0FP2wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKDXe0FP2wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sail your sea&lt;br /&gt;Meet your storm&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be your harbor&lt;br /&gt;The light in me&lt;br /&gt;Will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be your harbor&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/3863602319989910691-7470219169228596208?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7470219169228596208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7470219169228596208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7470219169228596208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7470219169228596208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-like-myself-better-when-im-with-you.html' title='I like myself better when I&apos;m with you.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb8fwY6dhRc/Taw6p1FRU6I/AAAAAAAADOE/zcakMQQ9n4A/s72-c/042710family_rect540_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-275297351670197488</id><published>2011-04-15T18:30:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:01:04.426+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dear you, coffee &amp; tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5615636416/" title="IMG_8436 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5615636416_e8c35485a5_z.jpg" alt="IMG_8436" width="427" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My elegant-body mug of coffee looks really handsome on my desk! O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I successfully quit drinking you months ago. And I miss how your buddy, CL, everyday is full of you I longed for, but now it's being used for water. I bet your buddy miss having you in him too. However, without you, coffee, I amazingly lost 4 kg, but regretfully, nothing could give me a boost to start my freaking days ever. Who knows? I'm gonna get back to you someday. Just so you know, I can't stand a day without you. You lift me up! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4422145936/" title="IMG_6160 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4422145936_731140efc8_z.jpg" alt="IMG_6160" width="427" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How about my not-that-big-ass mug of... Tea? No it supposed to be Honey! Look!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just so you know, she's Asian. Yellowish! O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teeeea time!!! Alright, I love you too, though not as much as I love coffee, but you, at least, help freshening up my days recently. I can start my days with a big-ass mug of you. Or maybe two. I now got other brand which comes in different kind of taste in one box and it's so classic!! Well, first it wooed me with its cute, colorful packaging and nice description, second, it reeled me in with it classic smell and great taste!!! Not that I forget about you, BonTea! But speaking the truth, It was just a willy-nilly chosen of you last time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !O.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-275297351670197488?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/275297351670197488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=275297351670197488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/275297351670197488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/275297351670197488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/04/coffe-tea.html' title='Dear you, coffee &amp; tea'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5615636416_e8c35485a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2093531132682343270</id><published>2011-04-12T00:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:24:39.258+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The good times are rolling. Are you rolling with them? Or do you fear they're rolling away without you? Don't be fearful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551330489/" title="IMG_4710 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5551330489_f747c7b7af_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4710" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear SHOES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never have done this without you. You've always rolled with me when the good times are up in the air. Can't thank you for more for always got me from there to here. You've always taken me to many places to do many stuffs, to see many things. What I like about taking your shot, because you always reminds me of where I've been and the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, shoes. teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it reminds me of a quote by&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/60609.Eve_Ensler" class="l"&gt; Eve Ensler&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing."  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, KNY is right around the corner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has in store, neither you nor me! But may your pair of shoes take you to wherever you wish to go, to get  the chance of seeing what you wish to see, and to do whatever you want  to do. Buddha bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Khmer New Year!!! Spend it wisely, esp with your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm gonna spend it at home, how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-2093531132682343270?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2093531132682343270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2093531132682343270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2093531132682343270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2093531132682343270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-times-are-rolling-are-you-rolling.html' title='The good times are rolling. Are you rolling with them? Or do you fear they&apos;re rolling away without you? Don&apos;t be fearful.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5551330489_f747c7b7af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5202482618211137615</id><published>2011-03-22T00:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:19:07.288+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearty Laugh'/><title type='text'>Too many things I haven’t done yet, too many sunsets, I haven’t seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonetheless, I’m blessed to experience those things, those romantic times, those sunsets, those sun lights. And they were beautiful and warmed up my soul. I want more. I want it forever. I want it with you, my future for life who, well, umm, I haven’t met. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551988472/" title="IMG_5489 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5551988472_3db3083a98_z.jpg" alt="IMG_5489" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551948516/" title="IMG_5386 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5551948516_aa6201684e_z.jpg" alt="IMG_5386" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551312749/" title="IMG_4489 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5551312749_6503fcf74c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4489" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551884880/" title="IMG_4197 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5551884880_d1f20d02dc_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4197" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551926484/" title="IMG_4715 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5551926484_80978c6823_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4715" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551927356/" title="IMG_4716 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5551927356_f5c0686e1b_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4716" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551929194/" title="IMG_4943-2 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5551929194_1964320f0b_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4943-2" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those beautiful things are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Night and Early morning silence, except the sound of bugs here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yawns, yawns and yawns I lazily made each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cold breeze I felt when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soft light made its way through the pinhole of the wooden room to warm up the cold and to let us know, it’s time to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rain and dew on the grass. I thought if water was cocktails, and I was the grass, I’d be sooo drunk and died to heaven right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Weird feeling while walking with my bare feet on the wet morning grass and smelt the flowers. Oh, glistering with joy, except it itched me a little after walking back and forth for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ooohh and aaahh with those beautiful creatures. Flowers and natures. The birds and the bees. The dragonflies and the butterflies. The excitement was jumping in and out of my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kids. I could have died to have them with me when I was in those moments. Bee &amp;amp; Belle, of course. MissMissMiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laying on our back under the tall trees in the thick and dense forest, near the coolest and calmest lake, listening to the cricket’s songs, talking nothing but swapping our childhood stories and how our days went by. Once in a while the leaves fell, by dancing slowly in the air, while the sunlight making its way through the trees to touch our faces, then we laughed quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beyond the top of the tree that marked the end of the woods, I could see the sunlight, and the blue sky. The birds sang, the crickets chirped and we played with the waters fissure. Stones were here and there. We massaged and we shampooed each other, we sang, we joked, we laughed, and we sank ourselves deepen right there in the water, and once in a while, we choked. I was absorbed with love and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Upon the sky, there’s the moon. The biggest and brightest one of the whole time. She only showed her pretty and charming face once every 20 years. Sweet sun, thank for sending me the moon. I glowed with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before putting ourselves into a peaceful rest, we give ourselves to best treat by rolling in under blanket with each other to watch those romantic yet funny movies until we fell asleep like the kids whom their mum warned not to watch late night cartoons, because it’s not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On 2am, we woke up, doing nothing, but swapping again. Here we go, every-boys-we-met and how-the-love-went stories to tell to put ourselves back to sleep. And of course, I was always a good listener, but given that I got to understand deeply how it really felt by love, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5551403783/" title="IMG_4407 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5180/5551403783_bcb4dd8ff0_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4407" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so soaked up with love just thinking about this dreamy moment,  which made me think a lot about City of Romance, PARIS and City of Love, ITALY. How can I reach out to there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always made the best partners on trip. And perhaps, we’re made of PEACE, LOVE and HAPPINESS. LOL. Well, in fact, I got it from PINK, sugar scrub product. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Foolishly, I wish my big heart and pretty cousin was a guy I love, really. (Alright, I’m definitely not lesbian, in case, you worry about it. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-5202482618211137615?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5202482618211137615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5202482618211137615&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5202482618211137615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5202482618211137615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-many-things-i-havent-done-yet-too.html' title='Too many things I haven’t done yet, too many sunsets, I haven’t seen.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5551988472_3db3083a98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5494305042049878428</id><published>2011-03-08T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:39:53.806+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you; remember I'll always be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5508401518/" title="IMG_2507 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5299/5508401518_5d124d545d_z.jpg" alt="IMG_2507" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken at KGC while walking and biking around stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been losing perspective on the most important people in your life? Sure, you're warranted respect in what you're doing -- but at the cost of spending time with the friends and family who love you no matter what time you get to work each morning? In the long run, you are always going to remember the people who had your back, the people who share your private jokes and the people who tell you the truth because it's good for you. Put them first no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5494305042049878428?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5494305042049878428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5494305042049878428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5494305042049878428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5494305042049878428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/03/close-your-eyes-and-ill-kiss-you.html' title='Close your eyes and I&apos;ll kiss you, tomorrow I&apos;ll miss you; remember I&apos;ll always be true.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5299/5508401518_5d124d545d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8361521984265082165</id><published>2011-02-28T20:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:32:59.423+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How far do I have to go to get to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My birthday was 3 days ago. So I’m 23 turning to 24. I don’t like the number, I tell you. heehee... Will anyone care to tell me how it was like being 24, 25 and 26? I want to know. I wish I could have done something I want to do, but well, I’ve now grown addicted to the things I’m doing. It’s non-stop and there’s no point of turning back. And I care no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing comes out from my losing brain. And I feel like everything around me is losing but I tempt to get attached with the current busy life. It’s been years I said it a lot to my people, “Sorry, I’m busy” which concerns me that I might end up living in this life forever which I don’t want to. Because I want to see the light until I reach the end of the tunnel. I’m still walking in it. No light. And. Pretty dark. When I bump into something, like wall and it hurts a lot, but there’s nothing I can do but keep walking and finding ways. It’s pretty sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of everything, people do have some moments for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;So I still have fun and lovely times and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has in store for me this year? I don’t know. But I want to achieve the things I’m trying to do. I’ve never achieved anything in life, but knowing I’m trying my best, I still want to do more and know more and learn more and fail more and hurt more and hope more and especially, love more. I want to experience all those things a person who I’m looking up to goes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love these songs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L7f12Hjz7mA" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4OP1xzWEIxI" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** At KGC for works and family matters. Right now, I think a lot about my dad, my uncle, and my bestie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8361521984265082165?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8361521984265082165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8361521984265082165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8361521984265082165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8361521984265082165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-far-do-i-have-to-go-to-get-to-you.html' title='How far do I have to go to get to you...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L7f12Hjz7mA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7737931727687458003</id><published>2011-02-04T07:37:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:14:30.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Another month, another story. Or anyway, a very similar story…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5181165710/" title="PB130117-2 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/5181165710_7ae90bf843_z.jpg" alt="PB130117-2" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was great. What I mean is everything is up and down normally, like how life supposed to be. And here come February. Nothing special. But I like how they say February is the month of love. Look, for the first day of Feb, I've heard the best news of marriages here and there, especially for my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Hey, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;L: I've already passed.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;L: I've passed the EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What exam?&lt;br /&gt;L: Our marriage!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What??!!! Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;L: The date is already set. 17th March.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?? This fast?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yeah. and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;L: I must have baby by Rabbit year!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big surprise. She made me say "what! what! what!" a lot, which in khmer, I was like, "Ei ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mum right away after I got home and she brought the topic of how she thinks I'm lesbian again. Alright. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, birthdays are in the air. You know it just smells good, except that we're aging 1 more year. I have a plan for my day, but knowing definitely that this month is going to be another hectic month, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is very simple like this... Wish you love, happiness and success.&lt;br /&gt;You have far to go, remember!!! heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TUtNq1kKueI/AAAAAAAADNg/SHBAHZWb8YM/s1600/30896_1484367546009_1138491909_1397064_7471389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TUtNq1kKueI/AAAAAAAADNg/SHBAHZWb8YM/s400/30896_1484367546009_1138491909_1397064_7471389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569630762502371810" 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/3863602319989910691-7737931727687458003?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7737931727687458003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7737931727687458003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7737931727687458003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7737931727687458003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-month-another-story-or-anyway.html' title='Another month, another story. Or anyway, a very similar story…'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/5181165710_7ae90bf843_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6489945724924655102</id><published>2011-01-07T16:40:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:16:49.764+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>it's being unfolded, and there is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So 2010 has passed already.&lt;br /&gt;It was another year of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering it was my baby step, and I was tremble, stumble and finally fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5332126993/" title="IMG_8066 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5332126993_8b1991104c_b.jpg" alt="IMG_8066" height="664" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken on 31th Dec, before the countdown night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I love this picture a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, welcome to 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have been here for a while already, but it's been a hell of week which I think perhaps it is time for me to make a formal acknowledgment of the fact and of all that render the New Year so special and significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the year I start drawing lines and making distinctions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay, I know I’ve said it many times already)&lt;/span&gt;. But strongly, I want to make this year for me to accept and handle responsibilities where appropriate, and yet it is the year I should stop feeling guilty about factors that are entirely beyond my own control. I want to make it as my year of liberation and maturation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2011 is here.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it's another year to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, it begins with some confusion and low self-esteem. But I’m going to take all my energy to carry out my plans, restore my optimism and seek balance, though it is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5332135495/" title="IMG_8151 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5008/5332135495_dc78032850.jpg" alt="IMG_8151" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken on 31th Dec, the countdown night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've been friend for 7 years and 2010 was the first time we've stayed together to welcome 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always dug out our best high school memories. On that countdown night, she told me about the time I had a little crush and that guy turned out to be gay!!! I jumped and was like, “WHAT?” which I didn’t remember a thing of this. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she is a friend who make me feel young and always reminds me how to have fun again, yet she's a friend who reminds me how to feel our maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-6489945724924655102?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6489945724924655102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6489945724924655102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6489945724924655102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6489945724924655102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-being-unfolded-and-there-is-you.html' title='it&apos;s being unfolded, and there is you.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5332126993_8b1991104c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3905493291890310828</id><published>2010-12-27T18:55:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:07:00.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>cupcakes, chocolates and book!</title><content type='html'>What more do I expect???&lt;br /&gt;This is one of best Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh80dOJQAI/AAAAAAAADMs/bKw6iTnToDs/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh80dOJQAI/AAAAAAAADMs/bKw6iTnToDs/s400/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555327381000503298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh91HzcNbI/AAAAAAAADM0/t0x0fM77vAE/s1600/hersheys_extra_dark_pure_chocolate_bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh91HzcNbI/AAAAAAAADM0/t0x0fM77vAE/s400/hersheys_extra_dark_pure_chocolate_bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555328491942852018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From B.K-M-A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh7l0NU9oI/AAAAAAAADMc/CnnVFN1KI98/s1600/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh7l0NU9oI/AAAAAAAADMc/CnnVFN1KI98/s400/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555326029961426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;N&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!! GOSH I was swept away!&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was leaping with flowers while driving back home!&lt;br /&gt;Thannnnkkkks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Mine was nothing!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;And this is the best treat from me on Christmas day in this blog!&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkhbUrsFyVM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 and 3 is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPlrRePb8nw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDMlzJin6wI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3905493291890310828?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3905493291890310828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3905493291890310828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3905493291890310828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3905493291890310828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/12/cupcakes-chocolates-and-book.html' title='cupcakes, chocolates and book!'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TRh80dOJQAI/AAAAAAAADMs/bKw6iTnToDs/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3682533868095155952</id><published>2010-12-18T10:38:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:40:58.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Good morning, yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up by the chill of the wind, but I kept sleeping. Then again I woke up by the ring of the phones. GREAT. I hate that part. Everyday. Even though, I wanted so much to sleep like I didn't need to care if there were a crisis out there. Okay, like it or not, I had to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5240301603/" title="IMG_7464-2 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5240301603_5999efb6ca_b.jpg" alt="IMG_7464-2" height="952" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken at Pailin. Chet stole its seeds for me. Now it's growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday and the day after yesterday, I wanted so much to let the mountain off my chest. I was throbbing with those pains. I wanted to let those out as much as possible. I got to understand why people usually say ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s hard to breathe in here.&lt;/span&gt;’ I experienced it twice. And I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Somebody kill me please!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I just need someone to talk with and to let it out. But then I ended up being a listener instead. GREAT again. Alright, never mind. I barely bring myself to speak what my mind want to. I barely pin it down, let alone to to speak it out. Plus, whenever I started talking about my bummer or so, I often feel like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crappy crap! Cut it out! It's pretty much boring! Not that person want to hear your story as you want to hear theirs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, maybe this is the reason why I'm always a listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out of blue, yesterday, after I got home, I determined on coming up with some tools of inspiration, but then I failed it. Because every minute I tried to make sense of everything, I was totally overwhelmed. Because I felt as though, if things didn’t ease up soon, I will just blow a fuse. Okay. I did it many time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, suddenly I thought I should come up with something better to cope with. To give it a go, I need to lay it out on paper in order to pin it down, rather than let it slip in and out through my freaking brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--- Okay, not that I’ll post the list here----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after this half an hour later, I’ve done some of it. It came out well. It flew like running water. I’m amazed. I’ve never wanted to list things down and planned to keep everything in check like this. I’m no good at it. I don’t know it goes with plan, but I’ll try to follow up anyway. I need a lot of efforts. But if I fail, I’ll give it up. Because this mean I'm DEFINITELY not organized person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this plan will be my revolution for next year also. Some must to be started on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January &lt;/span&gt;and some on the following months and run until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June-July&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from it, during the time I watch my sunflowers grow, I too determine to plant myself.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, all the trips are officially canceled. Great. I've seen its coming.&lt;br /&gt;But I've made another plan with my besties. Hope it will go well. Because this time, I really want to spend time with them on this New Year. I want to make it as ONE of those Times Of My Life also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this song is on top of my playlist. So inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76olBh3UHKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76olBh3UHKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&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/3863602319989910691-3682533868095155952?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3682533868095155952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3682533868095155952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3682533868095155952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3682533868095155952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-morning-yesterday.html' title='Good morning, yesterday.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5240301603_5999efb6ca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6841624516759252019</id><published>2010-12-10T18:10:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:33:39.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>I'm an INFP, and you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;this test&lt;/a&gt; is pretty much interesting. It, at least, is 85% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with couple time I tried the test, I still got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFP &lt;/span&gt;which described as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving&lt;/span&gt;. With these qualities, I googled them around and found it's quite interesting, you know, rather than horoscope-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/INFP.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Portrait of an INFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; page, they explain about INFP's personality as an idealist. And with &lt;a href="http://www.teamtechnology.co.uk/myers-briggs/infp.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they talk about the INFP's types and personal growth and stress, which is much more interesting. Speaking of which, &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/html/INFP_rel.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/html/relationships.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, they describe about INFP's relationships, strength, weakness, as lovers, parents and friends. Oh I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And there are some points below I laugh about as being an INFP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is about stress which is pretty much true: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As with all NFs, the INFP will feel lost and perplexed at stressful times. As stress builds, INFPs become disconnected from their own personality and perceived place in life. They will lose sight of who they are in relation to time and place. They may not make basic observations, while instead they will focus on the more abstract and symbolic meanings of a particular interaction. This can sometimes baffle those who expect more direct communication and a fairly concrete relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And wow this part is somewhat did a wake-up call for me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"INFPs are withdrawn and are sometimes hard to get to know. Some may view them as shy. But those that take the time to get to know them will find them warm and gentle, with a surprising sense of humor. They care deeply for those they consider special friends. Putting forth-unusual sacrifices to help such individuals. They often have a subtle, tragic motif running through their lives — inner pain and unease which others seldom detect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this one, it's so true!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"INFPs are not naturally interested in administrative matters such as bill-paying and house-cleaning, but they can be very good at performing these tasks when they must. They can be really good money managers when they apply themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this one is a good part to consider about: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Think of a situation in your life in which you were not sure how to behave. Now try to understand how one or two other people would see the situation. Do not compare their behavior to your own, i.e. “she would know better than me what to do,” or “why is it so easy for her, but so hard for me?”. Rather, try to understand how they would see the situation. Would it be seen as a problem, or as an opportunity? Would it be taken seriously or lightly? Try to determine their point of view without passing judgment or comparing it to your own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I like this part a lot... this is INFP's motto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive – to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before.” — Rollo May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;and how's about you???  Check out this test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-6841624516759252019?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6841624516759252019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6841624516759252019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6841624516759252019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6841624516759252019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/11/nov-early-dec.html' title='I&apos;m an INFP, and you?'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-4395726466748057489</id><published>2010-12-07T18:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:24:57.418+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>There are time that life is just beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less depression, but half full stress.&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;greeeeeeeeeennnnn&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5240292703/" title="IMG_7419 copy by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5049/5240292703_9a1face4fd_z.jpg" alt="IMG_7419 copy" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;taken at Pailin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Everything is fine. Everything is good and I developed such a good positive thinking, except that a lot of money went through my pocket. Heck! I don’t know how to survive this month. No, I meant I can survive, except that where I can get money for trip(s) I’ve planned this end of the year?? HOW???? I hate it when I can’t manage my expense wisely. I don’t know how. I don’t have a brain to think about every single penny I spend. Okay, I hate being so detailed on spending money, even with people. I can’t stand with meanies people. I remember what granny told me, “Never get near to mean guy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Alright, anyway, after all, I don’t know if my plans will go with hand from Christmas to New Year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koh Kong&lt;/span&gt; Trip with family, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VN&lt;/span&gt; trip with my ladies and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; trip with BB. Yay! please please please! Buddha helps me out!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; –Crossed finger- &lt;/span&gt;Guide me a way to go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMM*&lt;/span&gt; source, and no works or project suppose to do during this time please! Okay, we gotta get everything solved and done before holiday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- By the way, I eat out a lot almost every day. Look like I’ve been having much fun of out-going here and there. And I, for the time being, am in the mood of party as well. Guess, I'm gaining some more weight. Arrggghhh awful! But i love trying some new places. You know, food! Food-lover! I should marry to a master chief! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Well, there’s no way we don’t have play-time while working our head off. Work hard &amp;amp; Play harder! LOL... Travel, Shopping, Night Outing, Eating, Working, Playing seems to be what NOV &amp;amp; DEC is all about. I look what in store for me to end this fruitful year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5- I almost finish every book of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;. I can’t bring myself to finish the last one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mini Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;, since I’ve spent almost every night eating out and I craved for sleep more than anything else. Well, there are season changing for everything. Even the season of heart! HAHAHA Right now, my season should be SPRING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6- Okay, this time around, I feel like I want to have a baby! UTTERLY!!! Because I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEE &amp;amp; Belle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/79/l_d0e1330cbe5247f4809af8a3f976302b.jpg"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt;. This thought is really going wild. I can't help it! LOL... Well, there are time I thought, what if I wanna be a single mum?? No way! Mum will kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;=MakeMoreMoney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-4395726466748057489?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/4395726466748057489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=4395726466748057489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4395726466748057489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4395726466748057489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-time-that-life-is-just.html' title='There are time that life is just beautiful...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5049/5240292703_9a1face4fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5463144492908154242</id><published>2010-11-25T18:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:22:13.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><title type='text'>we know what happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5206514400/" title="154140_1463606911928_1286156615_30990033_1689494_n by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5206514400_cc055de844_b.jpg" alt="154140_1463606911928_1286156615_30990033_1689494_n" height="691" width="573" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;May all the souls of deaths rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-5463144492908154242?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5463144492908154242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5463144492908154242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5463144492908154242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5463144492908154242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-know-what-happened.html' title='we know what happened...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5206514400_cc055de844_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-582935782921697208</id><published>2010-11-18T18:15:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:03:46.278+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>progress, changing, growing then giving up, somehow we're never quite prepared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5181165284/" title="PB130119 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/5181165284_0679fd6c7b_z.jpg" alt="PB130119" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are time you have to slow it down a little bit. Just a little bit. Except you don't have a chance at all. You're just being pushed through after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all along that you don’t rush through this life of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes too fast on its own and somehow you don’t really realize until some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much that you should not be missed… the really important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s really beautiful and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world will survive without you running around like a mad woman, checking things off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to-do / to-fix / to-organize / to-control / to-succeed / to-accomplish/ to-take-care-of-everyone / to-blah-blah list&lt;/span&gt;, which rule your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this, you don’t feel the-old-you anymore. You don't feel what you felt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And all you want to do is to untick this list and hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"less-stress and happiness"&lt;/span&gt; button.&lt;br /&gt;But, if we think about it for a second, it doesn't look like you're alone after all. People in this world is running around like mad to get those check list done. So, the question is, are we in common ground? Yes, we are.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what's the point to whine about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-582935782921697208?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/582935782921697208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=582935782921697208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/582935782921697208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/582935782921697208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/11/progress-changing-growing-then-giving.html' title='progress, changing, growing then giving up, somehow we&apos;re never quite prepared...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/5181165284_0679fd6c7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7600605256904180677</id><published>2010-11-04T13:20:00.022+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:07:14.846+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><title type='text'>because even when I was flat broke, You made me feel like a million bucks...</title><content type='html'>---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm obsessed, I'm really obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5145359824/" title="Brandi+Carlile by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/5145359824_08ee1d1a9b_z.jpg" alt="Brandi+Carlile" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about music, i'm a huge fan of country.&lt;br /&gt;And recently, i've been obsessed with &lt;a href="http://www.brandicarlile.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandi Carlile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found in my playlist. I downloaded it after hearing it's played in an American drama TV series, "&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/greys-anatomy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". I have this DVD set and not yet watched, except that I don't know where I misplaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY LOVE HER, BRANDI CARLILE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is really rich, growly, soothing and amazing. All her songs in each album are great and beautiful. I love' em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she's a gay, but what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;I found that Gay/Lesbian have a great talent. Take Elton John and Ellen for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8pQLtHTPaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8pQLtHTPaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SSmE0BBOwSg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SSmE0BBOwSg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's in interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvruSEhu-lk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvruSEhu-lk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandi shares her fav books and Cds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4cZy9Rqejw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4cZy9Rqejw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7600605256904180677?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7600605256904180677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7600605256904180677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7600605256904180677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7600605256904180677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/11/brandi-carlile.html' title='because even when I was flat broke, You made me feel like a million bucks...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/5145359824_08ee1d1a9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7417500047241438778</id><published>2010-11-01T17:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:05:56.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>Pick up one foot, put it down. Pick up the other, do the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4842865487/" title="IMG_9659 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4842865487_dccfce473f_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9659" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the process. Don't look at the length of the road down which you must travel. Just remember why you decided to embark on your journey in the first place. It seemed like a good idea at the time... and it still is. You are now, though, dealing with reality rather than theory. That's like the difference between looking at a flight timetable and actually catching a plane. It involves a lot more - and takes more out of you... but it is also a lot more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7417500047241438778?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7417500047241438778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7417500047241438778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7417500047241438778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7417500047241438778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/11/pick-up-one-foot-put-it-down-pick-up.html' title='Pick up one foot, put it down. Pick up the other, do the same.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4842865487_dccfce473f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-4982217368382924414</id><published>2010-10-30T07:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:58:08.478+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>I was planning to make October to be a month of gathering, meeting and hanging out with people, but forget it, it didn’t go with plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling the chilling wind and knowing the Fall has started and oh yeah, I have plenty of wedding to attend and my people to meet! And I gotta make it. I just looked at calendar, I don’t think I’ll travel that much for November, but who knows? it always happens in a blink of eyes. I just can’t plan my time. Crossed finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nonetheless, October was good after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It began by spending 2 days off on Pchum Ben with my ladies at SHV without those endless phone calls (In this point, I think I have sth new to update in my CV… particularly, like ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professional in picking up the phone calls’&lt;/span&gt; Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeZF7ZZI/AAAAAAAADLU/dWQ-cdpTp-8/s1600/MYLADIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeZF7ZZI/AAAAAAAADLU/dWQ-cdpTp-8/s400/MYLADIES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660025798223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here comes, after I'm done with short holidays, I’ve been to some new provinces. Back &amp;amp; Forth. And do regular work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every time I stayed in PP, esp during the heavy-rain-and-flood-everywhere time, I’d hear the knock on my door and mum asks, “Will you take the car or motorbike?” I went, “Yes?? Oh oh, motor!” then I heard she say, “Bring the car, the weather is not good, it might rains!”… I got up and went to see the sky, “Oh! Ok! But… mum, I’m not Salt anyway” And I felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Glad to be done reading some books at the same time. And now it's time for break. Otherwise, my severe headache and crummy eyes will be worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other Sunday, I have one day to treat myself nicely. I drove to over there, over there and down there for the whole damn day with a choco shake in hand. And I get chance to do my ‘MMM’. Can't help! Finance crisis! Otherwise I probably end up walking around penniless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last week I was in Steong Treng and I was lucky to join religious activities, Water Festive. They celebrated it after holy times (3 months of Jol Vorsa). I’m not sure what it’s called though. B.Thuch &amp;amp; I got ourselves a small light boat decorated with flowers and we floated them by the river in front of pagoda. And I just knew woman use this light boat to wish for husband! Ha-ha! Damn! Too late! I should have known! Haha. In fact, I didn’t wish for anything, though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCfMP400I/AAAAAAAADLk/UBaeKs6tXvA/s1600/IMG_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCfMP400I/AAAAAAAADLk/UBaeKs6tXvA/s400/IMG_4273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660039530206018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And today, I’m in PP. Just back from Pailin and Preah Vihear last night and I'm gonna have training at Koh Thom in few hours. Only 2 more provinces! that I fulfill my wish of traveling around the 24 provinces in Cambodia&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a lot of best people in October! and I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bong Ratha&lt;br /&gt;-Bong Rama&lt;br /&gt;-Vattanak&lt;br /&gt;-Kelly&lt;br /&gt;-TinTin and&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMpOFSvxNKI/AAAAAAAADKs/plLnelbWiP4/s1600/J0216153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMpOFSvxNKI/AAAAAAAADKs/plLnelbWiP4/s400/J0216153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533320945016583330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;May your all birthday be the beginning of your happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeyToDUI/AAAAAAAADLc/PKXdDt9O-bY/s1600/41365_1031400479_5142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeyToDUI/AAAAAAAADLc/PKXdDt9O-bY/s400/41365_1031400479_5142_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660032566562114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought we could have a rendez-vous and wish a birthday in person! But maybe we could celebrate one-day-together-birthday, couldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you feel for being 20-something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeGMBoLI/AAAAAAAADLM/vpMUdf_Ayaw/s1600/DSC08069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeGMBoLI/AAAAAAAADLM/vpMUdf_Ayaw/s400/DSC08069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660020723523762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one, I dedicate to my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I'm now able to do something little for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad at least, I have chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JvJDu9sUeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JvJDu9sUeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-4982217368382924414?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/4982217368382924414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=4982217368382924414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4982217368382924414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/4982217368382924414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TMuCeZF7ZZI/AAAAAAAADLU/dWQ-cdpTp-8/s72-c/MYLADIES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7138876396004370753</id><published>2010-09-29T23:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:58:21.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>nothing better than this... you feel just like the sun... just like the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn’t keep track of the vision of life recently. Each event, it comes and go. It’s like over there, over there and up there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I love this sentence a lot, cuz I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsxDjpHn4Do"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, in time like this, I’ve bumped into many new inspirations, realizations and thoughts in a way that I could say, I CAN FEEL IT. IT'S IN MY BONE. But the problem is I couldn’t get a hold of what flied into my mind and to put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4933947127/" title="IMG_0731 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4933947127_be82c94839_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0731" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken on the rice field, Takeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, it happens often when you’re on the way to somewhere. I meant, when you see&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ‘that’&lt;/span&gt;, and then you start talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;‘that’&lt;/span&gt;, you’ll just create&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'that useful thought’&lt;/span&gt; in your mind. I don’t know how it happens to others, but me. Especially, when being in a moment, when it reminds me the books I have read, which I gain more perspectives from those. You know when you read, you would stop and think about what it's written, but when you bump into a similar situation, or see anything related to, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you’ll just get to understand in a profound way&lt;/span&gt;. At least, to me, it happens this way. I'm deeply inspired and excited about those new wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, those books I’ve read really change the way I think, and it has a positive effect to the way I am. So would you tell what the books that change your perspective are? If you ask me, I’d say, I give two thumbs up for MITCH ALBOM… You’ll never know until you read one. Thank &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary &lt;/a&gt;for the lending me one, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenJen &lt;/span&gt;for recommending me other one and I’m glad &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bong Lod&lt;/span&gt; interests and so into his books too&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here the quote I just love a lot from "Have A Little Faith" by Mitch Albom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- "Having more doesn't keep you from wanting more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- "They aren't perfect, but they don't need improvement. Why? Because it means you are willing to accept people as they are. Nobody is perfect. Not even mom and dad. That's Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- "&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;You can embrace your  own faith's authenticity and still accept that others believe in  something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, recently I’ve been blessed to bump into these great moments. I don’t know why, but I just incredibly love those moments I had recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I've developed such great sentimental mood when I was on the way to some places and we shared about everything related to that places. One thing leads to another, that’s how our days beautiful days went by, bubbling with fun and amazing conversation blah blah blah. Of course, they are decent conversations. It made me feel like a part of home and family. It reminds me this. Because it's like a new getaway, from everything in this complicated and messy world, power, materialism... and all you can feel, see, listen, and touch is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nature, nature, nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; over there, over there and up there, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new good talks&lt;/span&gt; about life and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great laughs&lt;/span&gt;... which made me love a great simple life more and more...&lt;/span&gt; That's exactly what I want to feel. Profoundly. Warm. Happiness. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Talked and listened to each other experiences, thoughts and wisdom. And that was the very first time, in person, I’ve ever shared what in my mind, what books I read, what books that prove positive things to think about, what books that change the way i think, esp with right question, with the right conversation, with the right persons. That’s when I feel comfortable and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I say? I just loves those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863602319989910691-7138876396004370753?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7138876396004370753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7138876396004370753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7138876396004370753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7138876396004370753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-could-change-way-you-think-and-way.html' title='nothing better than this... you feel just like the sun... just like the sun.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4933947127_be82c94839_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6960858579846323309</id><published>2010-09-26T20:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:34:52.172+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>when September ends...</title><content type='html'>… and knowing that October will come. The months which held the best memories I’ve ever had. Sweet and bitter. Best and worst. In-between September and October in last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4643242237/" title="_MG_7409 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4643242237_df1a442df4_z.jpg" alt="_MG_7409" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last 3 years, I found my path of true self through many tough decisions and through a journey of disbelief. And this tough journey made me a person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last couple years, no matter how, I’m so grateful, so loved, so amazed by how fate brought a very nice person to me... embraced by my uncle's personalities. But thinking I don't deserve him and i didn't know how to love, I just run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last year, I was in a very new journey in finding pieces of my true self. Though I was not confident enough, though I was not sure if I chose the right path, but it’s what I chose and I have to face it. At least, I was lucky enough to make decision; to go for it and to be responsible for it. However, I just want to be encouraged that I've done the best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this year, what can I put it? it hasn't ended yet. but my only wishes are to meet up with people I wanted to meet. I want to feel my progress. I want to spend more time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized how I love Sep-Oct after all these year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-6960858579846323309?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6960858579846323309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6960858579846323309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6960858579846323309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6960858579846323309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-september-ends.html' title='when September ends...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4643242237_df1a442df4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8591058042978411734</id><published>2010-09-21T02:07:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:32:36.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><title type='text'>Stop and smell the flowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not pretty much road trips, but i prefer to say that.&lt;br /&gt;And below are the pictures which taken in one of my road trip, Pailin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always have fun during my work trips.&lt;br /&gt;I can always have fun with those massive headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I can always have fun no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5013398941/" title="IMG_1563 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5013398941_838ce5fcba_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1563" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014006168/" title="IMG_2006 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5014006168_11e37e8b32.jpg" alt="IMG_2006" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014004830/" title="IMG_1574 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5014004830_0e7e6e4221.jpg" alt="IMG_1574" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014005274/" title="IMG_1846 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5014005274_bccae7f452_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1846" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5013399631/" title="IMG_1658 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5013399631_bcf7739070_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1658" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014006772/" title="IMG_2076 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5014006772_274db80655_z.jpg" alt="IMG_2076" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014006568/" title="IMG_2104 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/5014006568_6b92dbcde7_z.jpg" alt="IMG_2104" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5013401001/" title="IMG_2119 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/5013401001_a241eca3dd_z.jpg" alt="IMG_2119" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5014018826/" title="IMG_1618 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5014018826_202b96bca0_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1618" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5013412073/" title="IMG_1615 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/5013412073_57569e68d3_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1615" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/5013411305/" title="IMG_1466 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/5013411305_bd03740e8c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1466" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To check all photos, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kdrlwv/Pailin#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside works and staff meeting, from laziness of getting up, warm shower, breakfast, coffee, talking, laughing, driving, teasing, critique, calling, cursing while driving, music, singing along (howling), look for unknown places to go, photography, finding loo along the way (haha), calling, texting, talking, talking and talking about everything (from childhood, neighbor, religious, wisdom, future, parents, relationship, friendship, careers, personal view, to general matter… blah, blah, blah), photography, saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘oooh and aahh’&lt;/span&gt; to this and that, accept calls, ignore calls, waiting calls, wandering, sneaking out for fun, photography, talking to strangers, stop and smell the flowers, sneaking to people’s farms &amp;amp; fields, capturing, massages, dinner, talk, laugh, surfing, emailing and sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only unpleasant and very disturbing thing is I HAD TO accept endless calls and evoucher-ing to staffs, no matter what time and whatever I was doing. I HAD TO PICK IT UP! DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;This week is scheduled for beach sides. KK/SHV/KP/VR/SA in a row and I'm looking for more info of Tatai... we planned to have a peek there and spend a day and night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel worst today, but tonight, thinking all about road trips i had, I’m feeling better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8591058042978411734?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8591058042978411734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8591058042978411734&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8591058042978411734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8591058042978411734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/09/stop-and-smell-flowers.html' title='Stop and smell the flowers...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5013398941_838ce5fcba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5805877727292038105</id><published>2010-08-29T21:10:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:32:29.807+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>been there, done that…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4933990273/" title="IMG_8515 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4933990273_a7172c69c1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_8515" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4842895067/" title="IMG_8518 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/4842895067_1fcf409636_z.jpg" alt="IMG_8518" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;taken on the way to Kampot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty much there's a feeling of enjoyment out of nowhere, but inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the current shot I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;Because of where I've been and what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to pay less attention to whom I'm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a warn...&lt;br /&gt;I was told I'm being missed.&lt;br /&gt;I was told I'm like a thousand mile away.&lt;br /&gt;I was told if I could give a little time for people I've never had time for.&lt;br /&gt;I was told to think about who I'm with while I'm doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5805877727292038105?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5805877727292038105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5805877727292038105&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5805877727292038105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5805877727292038105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-there-done-that.html' title='been there, done that…'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4933990273_a7172c69c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3194727410981924390</id><published>2010-08-05T21:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:21:24.899+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diane Birc&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that great. I know what I feel. I'm just not sure whether I really ought to be feeling it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think human being is pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;Out of blue, regarding with human being, the closer I look, the more I find it very pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4643701466/" title="CIMG3040 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4643701466_2539dfc453_z.jpg" alt="CIMG3040" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken at Prek Kampi, Kratie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with hope and faith.&lt;br /&gt;with expectation.&lt;br /&gt;with everything we greed about.&lt;br /&gt;with silly and absurd ideas we make up.&lt;br /&gt;with craziness we can’t get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;with vulnerabilities we're unable to show.&lt;br /&gt;with all the sadness we're unable to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;with those happiness we unable to hold a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;with emotional existences we allow ourselves to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;with stupid ideas for others’ attention.&lt;br /&gt;with those scenes and we have to play our parts.&lt;br /&gt;with every pretending we simulate.&lt;br /&gt;with our anxiety that stir our serenity.&lt;br /&gt;with inabilities to be consoled or comforted when in doom and gloom.&lt;br /&gt;with all those surge of feeling we struggle to fight.&lt;br /&gt;with strength and courage that take a hell out of us to muster.&lt;br /&gt;with those weaknesses we can’t figure out.&lt;br /&gt;with all the strong parts we exert a great deal of force and effort to grow.&lt;br /&gt;with those fortuitous coincidences in commotion.&lt;br /&gt;with those ignorance we need a hell of time and experience to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;with other person’s love to fulfill our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;with being unable to be contented in within by ourselves, but others.&lt;br /&gt;with etc… etc… etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the reasons why we are to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to make it more pathetic is, even though, we acknowledge those facts, we don’t seem to know how to chase it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3194727410981924390?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3194727410981924390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3194727410981924390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3194727410981924390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3194727410981924390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/08/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4643701466_2539dfc453_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-47765973216116400</id><published>2010-07-28T13:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:32:00.136+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><title type='text'>Work hard, play hard…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the concept we got from our client on our very first trip for work together… which, as to our surprise, is what we always do. We actually know how to have fun for whatever situation we’re in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the most exciting and relaxing road trip for work ever last week. I didn’t remember when the last time I went to beach, but this time was exceptional. To make up for all, I went to 3 beaches in a row. SHV, KP and KK. The most touching part is when we spent a night at &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g608455-d1743367-Reviews-Nataya_Resort-Kampot.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nataya Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in KP. With the super natural views and fresh cold breeze, plus the round Bali style room we slept in, I felt so relaxing, exciting, worry-free and less headaches with problems I face. I really enjoyed staying there which made me appreciate the idea and concept of the owner. We had dinner and talked and laugh. We are crazed over photo-taking. We enjoyed chatting with the Filipino and Cambodian-France, very tall yet big guy, who I assumed that he’s the owner, which is actually son of the owner. At night, I couldn’t help but fell in love with the moon, which I couldn’t resist taking in the spa-like bathroom outside the room and enjoyed watching it. The moon looked really great, along with many shadows of coconut leaves (Pictures later). I wish I could stay there forever. Well, a best recommended place to stay for honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we’re in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koh Kong&lt;/span&gt;, after we’re done with our staffs’ meeting, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prei Koang Kang&lt;/span&gt;. Before going there, we’re having breakfast. And that’s when Jeje and I really had a great laugh over our client’s staff who went there with us for market visit. I somehow found that he's not that flirtatious, but he's very humble. I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’re about 6GB for all the photos we took. Jeje and I make a great pair when it comes to something fun like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4829282969_423156e215_b.jpg" alt="IMG_9656" height="600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4829807488_59be53bb06_b.jpg" alt="IMG_8871" height="600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4829289625_c457ff49b7_b.jpg" alt="IMG_9512" height="600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4829837414_cf21aafbab_b.jpg" alt="IMG_9369" height="600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4836970479_f779a5242c.jpg" alt="IMG_9459" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/4836971855_623426d5c6.jpg" alt="IMG_8645" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just finishing upload pictures. To see more, you can click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kdrlwv/BeachesGetaway#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Updated:&lt;/span&gt; Thought I have to pack again for going trip this weekend with my uncle, Bee and Belle.... but hmmmmm... stuck with work again. Nonetheless, I have to pack for the next round trip in the same 8 provinces in this upcoming week.&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-47765973216116400?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/47765973216116400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=47765973216116400&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/47765973216116400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/47765973216116400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-hard-play-hard.html' title='Work hard, play hard…'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4829282969_423156e215_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3689508193594462260</id><published>2010-07-09T22:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:22:29.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In any event…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't written for long enough to drop one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and July has came to sweep June away and it went faster than superman, the events that transpired just last month seem vague and unreal to me. Perhaps because there are many things I’ve came across and many relentless thoughts that have kept occupying my head. But I'm glad I'm getting busier and experience more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll be a year soon that I've been in my current job - a steep learning curve,that has a big impact on my behaviors in comparison to my previous job... a totally different playground, which resembled nothing, but mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, despite of my lack of ability and capacity, I figured out of whole lots things in term of human characters. I get to understand how wild and cruel people can be... and how I choose to react/act on it and how much I expect from others. It reflects too much the very negative and weak sides of me. It reflects the very negative sides of people. I stop thinking that everyone is saint. Especially, despite of others, upon behaviors and betrayal of people I trust; care and I gave the most. That’s the shittiest things in life. Those people dug out the very worst parts of me. This is very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In term of it, I’m getting scared… I need to feel comfort and secure ground -- in a place that is full of people who is realizable, who is serious, who is not annoying—in a place where people would tell me money &amp;amp; materiality is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which make me miss my uncle. I miss how he would give me some logic on no matter what I have in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I met a lot of men lately and it made me miss those men who have came to my life. That’s when I realized how chicken I was… how stubborn I’ve always been… and how the vision of my uncle perception and personality has greatly embraced my thought all along in view of any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and anyway, in a strange way, I've missed writing. Yet the countless times I've tried to start... I'd not been able to elaborate on more than 3 sentences. Indeed, I have so much to tell, but I somehow find it hard to tell or to remember how excited, how hard it was, how new things have its great impacts on me. Uncannily, I a bit start suffering from writing blog... perhaps, I’m so caught up in the routine that I had forgotten about the simplest pleasures in my life on how I love writing blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhow, there are some pictures, in case, you forget about me! LOL and to view more &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kdrlwv/Beeline3rdRoundTrip#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6DcXniL_HLps-S3Wm-aYmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TBb8WEV9zkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hn4u8NaCce0/s400/CIMG4253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VQEiNRsbFlmqm9Xj_EAK9Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TDaxVqXp-5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/nZu7FOF2_Pc/s400/IMG_8008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TDgVUhtczRI/AAAAAAAADEw/XS_i198ul9I/s1600/Image57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TDgVUhtczRI/AAAAAAAADEw/XS_i198ul9I/s400/Image57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492163187968888082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... and with JULY... one of good months ever, and I expect more. And the first of all, I want to see how my both little pumpkins have grown after all months I’ve never seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SoroBqEYMOZwguVfxoVK3g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TDaxUr8cN_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/nICKDGfz1kQ/s400/34344_140178555996550_100000132190246_410468_3412331_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PnpryRkCxfn6svVKOV6kmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TDaxU7eb4UI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HWPakU-cZrM/s400/31083_134362836578122_100000132190246_376401_7613359_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LOVE---&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-3689508193594462260?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3689508193594462260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3689508193594462260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3689508193594462260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3689508193594462260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-any-event.html' title='In any event…'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TBb8WEV9zkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hn4u8NaCce0/s72-c/CIMG4253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5697407335434953472</id><published>2010-06-19T18:24:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:56:10.444+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Compatibility Grid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I found it in from an anonymous in my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting though. LOL so if you want to see how compatible between you and your love one, here it is... according to your western sign. Well, I don't have anyone to match with and plus I don't know their birth dates, so I matched mine to a friend. I'm a Pisces and He's a Capricorn. Yeah, it's somehow true! LOL... Ok whatever! So what? Though we're compatible but we're not destined to be with each other! But it's another story right? Btw, I also compared my mum and dad and yes! They're so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go... Match yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Aries: &lt;/span&gt;March 21 - April 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Taurus: &lt;/span&gt;April 20 - May 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Gemini: &lt;/span&gt;May 21 - June 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Cancer: &lt;/span&gt;June 21 - July 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Leo: &lt;/span&gt;July 23 - August 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Virgo: &lt;/span&gt;August 23 - September 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Libra: &lt;/span&gt;September 23 - October 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Scorpio: &lt;/span&gt;October 23 - November 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sagittarius:&lt;/span&gt; November 22 - December 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Capricorn: &lt;/span&gt;December 22 - January 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Aquarius: &lt;/span&gt;January 20 - February 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pisces: &lt;/span&gt;February 19 -March 20&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713588073/" title="Grid-01 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4713588073_f9f13f678d_b.jpg" alt="Grid-01" height="551" width="509" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713526741/" title="02 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4713526741_b398006449_b.jpg" alt="02" height="485" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Detailed Interpretations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4714166258/" title="03 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4714166258_6cb29fcf21_b.jpg" alt="03" height="332" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713526827/" title="04 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4713526827_86d5bcace5_b.jpg" alt="04" height="435" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713543623/" title="05 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4713543623_373af1ae05_b.jpg" alt="05" height="420" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4714166400/" title="06 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4714166400_9d494091ac_b.jpg" alt="06" height="408" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4714166448/" title="07 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4714166448_9a55d63071_b.jpg" alt="07" height="427" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713527017/" title="08 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4713527017_584a1ed6b4_b.jpg" alt="08" height="571" width="504" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51265638@N07/4713527137/" title="09 by rath2004, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4713527137_e2d3a1962d_b.jpg" alt="09" height="731" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-5697407335434953472?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5697407335434953472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5697407335434953472&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5697407335434953472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5697407335434953472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/06/compatibility-grid.html' title='Compatibility Grid'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4713588073_f9f13f678d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-9100376291064290002</id><published>2010-06-19T16:22:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:36:07.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You hold the special place in my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;For both of you.&lt;br /&gt;For both wonderful fathers.&lt;br /&gt;For the only greatest men in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4708200645/" title="CIMG3075 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4708200645_1a83a08e69_z.jpg" alt="CIMG3075" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken at Prek Kampi, Kratie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy father’s day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send all my deep love to you both, Dad and Uncle, for being the only best men of all in this world to me. There’s no way I will say “You know what? I love you so much” in front, but I speak it through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dad, when I call you "Dad", it explains all the things I'm grateful about. You taught me life, you taught me everything I need to know. Not only taught, but showed me. You're exceptional. I get to think all the things you've done for me. Too much for me to give you back. Though you might can't get me the moon, but I've got your love. Instead, I want so much to get the moon for you. but I know it's not that easy, but I try anyway. I'm glad I was and am able to do those little things for you. I'm profoundly grateful, though it's not enough, though it can't be compared to what you've done. Anyway, I always miss our old times. I miss everything. I put a blame to universe! How on earth this world need to spin? What I miss the most is how I often hugged your tummy all the time even in front of people. How come I’ve never showed this affection and intimacy to you for all these couple years? Not that I’m too shy, because I’ve been so stress out lately with all the things I’m doing. And you know what? I’ll change to who I used to be. I'll hug you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Uncle, you’re always a daddy to me. Everything you taught me, showed me, manifest me, shaped me to the person I am today. Your strong and firm, yet sweet personality. You know how much I want to duplicate you? I’ve been waiting for the person like you to show up, but I know there’s no such a miracle. Maybe he did show up and it was all like a magic, but you know what? Everything never happened according to plan. And with this, I learned how to acknowledge the facts and the qualities and love and all. And I think I should stop waiting the person like you anymore. Because I think I should love him for being him from my heart, not because he's like you or he has the same qualities and personalities like you. But all I merely want to say is: without warning, I tried to look for YOU in my man-to-be. And that was silly! LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you both are a role model to me. You play the most important role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-9100376291064290002?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/9100376291064290002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=9100376291064290002&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9100376291064290002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9100376291064290002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-hold-special-place-in-my-heart.html' title='You hold the special place in my heart...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4708200645_1a83a08e69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2073331556037225878</id><published>2010-06-10T12:26:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:06:56.190+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You were there for summer dreaming, And you gave me what I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Sentimentally great! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;I'm half way with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shanghai Girls"&lt;/span&gt; by Lisa See I got from SR few days ago. Unusually, on the way back on bus from SR, I missed my younger sister terribly. And now again,.But this time, I get to think all those things we fight over at day and sleep by hugging each other at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All right, I think this time is another random post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBEgzn1QCuI/AAAAAAAADCw/2B14VqCcoEg/s1600/DSC09277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBEgzn1QCuI/AAAAAAAADCw/2B14VqCcoEg/s400/DSC09277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481198292724353762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 - Sometimes, like this time, I come across at the thought of the things I want to make in my old age, besides getting married and have kids. A woman in me has this secret dream. I love vintage. I love home-made. Last time I told mum and she laughed at it. Because I told her I want to be a fine cook; I want to make vintage cotton dresses; knitting and I want to make those handmade stuffs (Which I can create a small clubs for women). Because I’m worst at cooking, and plus I don’t really know how to make dress, except I used to make my Dolls some clothes when I was little. LOL. Or is it just a fad? But I'm sure it's my passion. BUT I have another dream. This dream was inspired by someone I like. He said he plans to run a Manga café, where there are coffees to drink, books to buy and books to read for free. I always miss how I argued him over it. LOL. Well, if there’s a Manga café first open in Cambodia, I’m sure it’s his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I surprised mum, just like how she surprised me. The worst thing is she’s been keeping on at me about marriage. It really hurts my ears. But last time, I told her “What do you think if I plan to be single and live my life alone? I could adopt a child or buy a sperm? What if I learned to be a good cook, make those vintage cotton clothes, and handmade stuffs? Isn’t that interesting?” She jumped and said, “SILLY!” LOL. Well, I know that won’t be happened. Nonetheless, honestly, I somehow really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - I get to think that how I like fighting with mum and like doing what mum hate, but there are time we’re really a team! LOL. Is it because of two Dragons in a house? There’s always harmony and clash at the same time? Which is why there’s Mouse who calm us down! LOL. I don’t want to count my Monkey and my little Pig in! All right, too much of Chinese Zodiac, perhaps, because  of Lisa See’s books. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I tempt to make my room like these pictures below. I prefer small bed, or maybe no need of bed, just two mattresses placed on one other to create the height, that’s enough. Because I like it better to be on the floor, esp when sitting and lean on mattress. And yeah, a small book shelf with warm light and my books filled in, along with some photographs. Maybe I could have a Telly, DVDs player, small closet and a vertical mirror, that’s all I need. It’s not a perfect one, or it's closed to a messy, but it looks comfy and cozy yet privacy and so individual and so personal to me. At least, it’s much better than mine nowadays! LOL.(Oh, anyway, I just noticed myself that I tend to sleep on the edge of the bed. I thought, at home, because I have many stuffs on bed but no, even I sleep on big one and have nothing at all, I still sleep on the edge. Anything can say about it? LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBETWTOKkUI/AAAAAAAADCg/BZsqX96Q_CE/s1600/3662755345_2d6951df51_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBETWTOKkUI/AAAAAAAADCg/BZsqX96Q_CE/s400/3662755345_2d6951df51_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481183495324340546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBETW85n8MI/AAAAAAAADCo/fM2QCkYK0rw/s1600/457479276tjVpMx_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBETW85n8MI/AAAAAAAADCo/fM2QCkYK0rw/s400/457479276tjVpMx_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481183506512474306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopaholic &amp;amp; Sister&lt;/span&gt; by Sophie Kinsella last month and I really love the last part when Becky and Jess reconciled. The point is I get to understand clearly about passion! And the compromising between two opposite individual’s personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Passion: &lt;/span&gt;It’s much like obsession. Compulsion. Mania. Whatever. you name it! Nobody knows and understands us better than we do. Nothing can stop us from our determination. We could risk everything for our Passion. Take Becky and Jess for example, Becky could risk everything and bring herself into trouble just to get a pair of shoes while Jess would risk her own life for rocks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding &amp;amp; Compromising:&lt;/span&gt; We should learn to give in and accept our difference. I acknowledge that, for instance, Black is the opposite of White. Up is the opposite of Down. So, is Good the opposite of Bad? Not necessarily. Just an abstract concepts. What if you are a fan of heavy metal music and you are obliged to attend a performance of an opera? To you, perhaps, could seem like a kind of punishment. And what if you like something that someone else detests? The key to success involves understanding why someone else thinks something is good, even if you don't agree.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - STILL desperately want to know how to play guitar!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha, I wrote very long. Sorrriiiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-2073331556037225878?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2073331556037225878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2073331556037225878&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2073331556037225878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2073331556037225878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-were-there-for-summer-dreaming-and.html' title='You were there for summer dreaming, And you gave me what I need.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/TBEgzn1QCuI/AAAAAAAADCw/2B14VqCcoEg/s72-c/DSC09277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1288109273474932325</id><published>2010-06-03T07:05:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:29:56.297+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey I’m back.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while and sorry I couldn’t get myself to write. This brain of mine is getting more rotten and I was kind of too lazy to blog, and also because I was kind of busy. Plus, I had nothing to blog about. I thought of not blogging about my routine or something personal, because I figured it was kind of boring, but then I turned to think that if I blog-for the sake of this rotten brain-it’s easier to remember in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there are too many to tell about, but to make it very short, let these few pictures tell you what happened to me partly and recently. You can see more pictures by clicking &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kdrlwv/BeelineTrainingTrip#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qMJhvVFeRBk-2wZvxAYEJg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TANcKVf-dcI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cO0-gWiMBzo/s400/P1010139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TPQY0HQIXjPMRuMcq7EeZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TANgGxwRt4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ekZMuseG4kU/s400/P1010143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/STGD5bF8HRppBeM52bf-7A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TANcIX8swbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pfaraOfsxAI/s400/P1010027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eWR2GSgUFQ4NljjCLxm66Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TAcUNkmyozI/AAAAAAAAAa8/er1kuRkvOM8/s400/CIMG3529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UXeGplIfjZwDzGvzC8laMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TAcnZ9EVLpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zbQv2pUmLrU/s400/P5020109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ba9NK9wo3IkouGftHclESA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TAcM_yy2NII/AAAAAAAAAZw/jwviceGc1Ys/s400/P5020108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It looks like a trip, but it's exactly not. We was in 8 provinces for BL's projects and now more to come and it's gonna be hell of bustling again from next weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got some of views uploaded in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Flickr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and moreover, I found that &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://quietlyithink.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr &lt;/a&gt;is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m ready for another pack next week again and perhaps can't join my friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve been looking forward to say this, IT’S BEEN A BEST DAMN MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----Updated---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat, sweat and sweat. My head also keep sweating every time. Which is why I got my hairs cut very shorts for the first time of my life. Though, it got me look like 35 years old lady. You know what? I don't care a bit about it, because bong Mab, Jeje, bong Jan and grandma said it's nice! Hahaha&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-1288109273474932325?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1288109273474932325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1288109273474932325&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1288109273474932325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1288109273474932325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/TANcKVf-dcI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cO0-gWiMBzo/s72-c/P1010139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8251615831899452437</id><published>2010-05-12T07:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:13:38.052+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays With Morrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt; becomes one of my favorite authors now. I used to read, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For One More Day&lt;/span&gt;” long ago which lent by &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;. And now &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Tuesdays With Morrie”&lt;/span&gt; is another recommended by JenJen, my former colleague. I got my copy during mission to Siem Reap a week ago, and just finished few days ago during mission to Kratie. If you’re someone who interest in life’s lesson and wisdom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Tuesdays With Morrie”&lt;/span&gt; is an exception to be recommended. It’s a last thesis together of the author, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt; and his professor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morrie Schwardtz&lt;/span&gt;, while living but dying because of ALS disease. Please enjoy all the greatest quotes below attributed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morrie Schwardtz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Culture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People are only mean when they're threatened, and that's what our culture does...And when you get threatened, you start looking out only for yourself. You start making money a god. It is all part of this culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every society has its own problems, The way to do it, I think, isn’t to run away. You have to work at creating your own culture&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tension of Opposites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love wins. Love always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love each other or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let it come in. We think we don’t deserve love, we think if we let it in we’ll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said: Love is the only rational act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love is when you are as concerned about someone else’s situation as you are about your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How Love Goes On: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve got so many people who have been involved with me in close, intimate ways. And love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Part of the problem, is that everyone in such a hurry, People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. They find those things are empty, too, and they keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiveness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We... need to forgive ourselves... For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is no point in keeping vengeance or stubbornness. These things I so regret in my life. Pride. Vanity. Why do we do the things we do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaning into Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yet they gave up days and weeks of their lives, addicted to someone else’s drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you're in the dark&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we’ll just hold hand... we've had thirty-five years of friendship. You don't need speech or hearing to feel that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling Sorry For Yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people to trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I’m so angry and bitter. But it doesn’t last too long. Then I get up and say, ‘I want to live . . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Death and Ambition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...the truth is... if you accept that you can die at any time--then you might not be as ambitious as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone knows they’re going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn't the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you don't have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don't have much at all. Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, ‘Love each other or perish.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is part of what family is about, not just love, but letting others know there’s someone who is watching out for them. Knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame. Not work&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is no experience like having children. That’s all. There is no substitute for it. If you want to have the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest way, then you should have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Material Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them—you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One day, I’m gonna show you it’s okay to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don’t let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how feel a surge of love for a partner but we don’t say anything because we’re frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dying and Living:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't let go too soon but, but don't hang on too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dying, is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being a Child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...I know what a misery being young can be, so don't tell me it's so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...in addition to all the miseries, the young are not wise. They have very little understanding about life&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s also the positive that you understand you’re going to die, and that you live a better life because of it. You know what that reflects? Unsatisfied lives. Unfulfilled lives. Lives that haven’t found meaning. Because if you’ve found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can’t wait until sixty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have to find what's good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How can I be envious of where you are--when I've been there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Money and Power / Status and Showing Off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. When you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you’re looking for, no matter how much of them you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you're trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you're trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won’t be dissatisfied, you won’t be envious, you won’t be longing for somebody else’s things. On the contrary, you’ll be overwhelmed with what comes back&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've learned this much about marriage. You get tested. You find out who you are, who the other person is, and how you accommodate or don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don’t have a common set of values in life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike. And the biggest one of those values. Your belief in the importance of your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think marriage is a very important thing to do, and you're missing a hell of a lot if you don't try it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shortsightedness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No matter where you live, the biggest defect we human beings have is our shortsightedness. We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can be come&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Needing Others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the beginning of life, when we were infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right? But here's the secret: in between, we need others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Number Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's wrong with being number two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Important Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As I see it, they have to do with love, responsibility, spirituality, awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Death :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death ends a life, not a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even I don’t know what ’spiritual development’ really means. But I do know we’re deficient in some way. We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don’t satisfy us. The loving relationship we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. Death ends a life, not a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way, I’ve googled around for the summery and I found its quotations and analysis. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Tuesdays_With_Morrie_Albom/Tuesdays_With_Morrie_Study_Guide17.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-8251615831899452437?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8251615831899452437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8251615831899452437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8251615831899452437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8251615831899452437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Tuesdays With Morrie'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5591513051069108466</id><published>2010-05-11T00:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:22:36.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And enjoy what's good in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I think I’m getting used with it.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I’ve been such a drama queen a lot in my life, in a good way though. lolz. Pretend that I never know everything. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it reaches the limit, I would rather leave if I found or feel that something or someone has wronged me, or if I’m at the point of frustration. It’s never easy for me to stage a confrontation, so I better leave. It’s hard for me to draw the line, because I’m so oriented toward relieving suffering in others, not creating more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll see how long it’s gonna take to my limitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jNVqcfnFI/AAAAAAAADAw/VPhc3P8V4Kc/s1600/fcr1is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jNVqcfnFI/AAAAAAAADAw/VPhc3P8V4Kc/s400/fcr1is.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469847519496215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I feel relieved after frank conversation. I’ve been waiting for a long enough for R to be open to me. It hurts when you can’t be there for your loved one to console or to listen to her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from Kratie, and thank Buddha, I didn’t have to pack my bag again for another week at provinces. The plan is prolonged, so I have some times for myself, or it might be changed overnight, who know? I don’t dare to plan anything at all, but make sure my clothes are washed for the next pack. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will post pictures later for the nice view I captured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I got 4 books during mission to Siem Reap a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;I’m done with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie &lt;/span&gt;during mission to Kratie few days ago, and the review will be next post. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKYXLZDwI/AAAAAAAADAo/tsrKXEPDVJ0/s1600/tuesdays-with-morrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKYXLZDwI/AAAAAAAADAo/tsrKXEPDVJ0/s400/tuesdays-with-morrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469844267328933634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKYOaBBPI/AAAAAAAADAg/bFHHq44QTuI/s1600/SnowFlowerAndTheSecretFan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKYOaBBPI/AAAAAAAADAg/bFHHq44QTuI/s400/SnowFlowerAndTheSecretFan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469844264974353650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-dah... Nathary? You see it right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Flower and The Secret Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKX0NHFKI/AAAAAAAADAY/QOfNeHxkGIw/s1600/9780804811231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKX0NHFKI/AAAAAAAADAY/QOfNeHxkGIw/s400/9780804811231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469844257940903074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKXRcm2pI/AAAAAAAADAQ/J7ouywCriV4/s1600/%7B63948285-12DD-45FD-A135-4E82F9560CCE%7DImg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jKXRcm2pI/AAAAAAAADAQ/J7ouywCriV4/s400/%7B63948285-12DD-45FD-A135-4E82F9560CCE%7DImg100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469844248610658962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this one too, Nathary! lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these rings. Oh I do love it. Will think about making one for myself. A gift for myself. Maybe next year birthday? lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jHpdvWyKI/AAAAAAAADAI/PE7HdKFOGko/s1600/PIJ+friendship+rings3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jHpdvWyKI/AAAAAAAADAI/PE7HdKFOGko/s400/PIJ+friendship+rings3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469841262613285026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jHo3DrMaI/AAAAAAAADAA/lb_hFVeKSxU/s1600/PIJ+friendship+rings1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jHo3DrMaI/AAAAAAAADAA/lb_hFVeKSxU/s400/PIJ+friendship+rings1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469841252229525922" border="0" /&gt;&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/3863602319989910691-5591513051069108466?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5591513051069108466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5591513051069108466&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5591513051069108466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5591513051069108466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretend-pretend-pretend.html' title='Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jNVqcfnFI/AAAAAAAADAw/VPhc3P8V4Kc/s72-c/fcr1is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5698972848433425467</id><published>2010-05-10T07:03:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:39:58.863+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to MakMak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Turn To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gbb2D4fL5Q8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gbb2D4fL5Q8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost in the rain&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I know I'll find the light&lt;br /&gt;To light my way, when I'm scared losing ground&lt;br /&gt;When my world is going crazy you can turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm down you're there pushing me to the top&lt;br /&gt;You're always there giving me all you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shield, from the storm for a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lose the will to win&lt;br /&gt;I just reach for you and I can reach the sky again&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything 'cause your love is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love inspires me&lt;br /&gt;And when I need a friend you're always on my side&lt;br /&gt;Giving me faith taking me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shield, from the storm, for a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong and for the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do I turn to you yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain&lt;br /&gt;For truth that will never change for someone to lean on&lt;br /&gt;But for a heart I can rely on through anything&lt;br /&gt;For the one who I can run to oh I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm, for a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do, for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And last night, I re-read “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For One More Day&lt;/span&gt;” by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;, lent by &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;. But I read only the parts “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The times mum stood for me&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The times I didn’t stand for mum&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, hope you had a wonderful Mother's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5698972848433425467?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5698972848433425467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5698972848433425467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5698972848433425467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5698972848433425467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/05/dedicated-to-makmak.html' title='Dedicated to MakMak...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1213952997866132178</id><published>2010-05-04T16:45:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:27:19.787+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nothing but Bee &amp; Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jb_O2ilHI/AAAAAAAADBA/9bJt_BBH_jI/s1600/P5030132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jb_O2ilHI/AAAAAAAADBA/9bJt_BBH_jI/s400/P5030132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469863626806563954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jb_mfzs3I/AAAAAAAADBI/1TgZ7SmMQXY/s1600/P5030135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jb_mfzs3I/AAAAAAAADBI/1TgZ7SmMQXY/s400/P5030135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469863633153667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcAkJ6MqI/AAAAAAAADBY/IAC-CmyR0Qo/s1600/P5030147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcAkJ6MqI/AAAAAAAADBY/IAC-CmyR0Qo/s400/P5030147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469863649704817314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcAEPwZ3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/bUaepdEfE2I/s1600/P5030146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcAEPwZ3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/bUaepdEfE2I/s400/P5030146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469863641139406706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcbme28eI/AAAAAAAADBg/6D2iiU0qCvI/s1600/P5030154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jcbme28eI/AAAAAAAADBg/6D2iiU0qCvI/s400/P5030154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469864114186023394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ត្រលប់មកពីតាមខេត្តវិញ​​ ព្រលឹមឡើងជូនម៉ាក់យាយទៅផ្ទះពូរិទ្ធ​ ព្រោះបង្កក់ ស្រី Belle ចេញខែ! ទោះជាងងុយគេង និងហត់ពីការបើកឡានឆ្ងាយយ៉ាងណា​ ក៏ត្រូវតែទៅដែរ ព្រោះចិត្តជ្រួលច្រាលចង់ជួប Bee &amp;amp; Belle! ខ្ញុំបី &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Belle​ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;រហូត!​ ចាស់ៗគាត់ថា ខ្ញុំចេះបីក្មេងទំនងណាស់! ហេហេហេ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ថៃ្ងឡើងរត់ទៅប្រជុំ ល្ងាចឡើងជួបវិបុល​ យក​ Laptop ដែលតំឡើងWindow 7 ថ្មី! អូ!​ ពិតជាអរគុណជាអនេកកបុ្បការចំពោះការខំប្រឹង​និងចំណាយពេលដ៏មានតំលៃ​។​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;មកផ្ទះវិញ ប៉ាទេសនា​ Free ពីការប្រហើនហ៊ានបើកឡាន ពីកំពង់ឆ្នាំង ពោធិសាត់ បាត់ដំបង បន្ទាយមានជ័យ​​ សៀមរាប កំពង់ធំ​ និងកំពង់ចាម​ដោយអត់មានប្រុសៗទៅជាមួយ​ ហើយភែ្នកស្អុយទៀត!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ម៉ាក់ឆ្លៀតបន្ថែមល្បោយអំបិលប៊ីចេងទៀតថា សុទ្ធតែជាកំពូលស្រ្តីហើយ​​ មហាអស្ចារ្យ​ មហាលោតផ្លោះ!​ នាងហ្នឹងវាហ៊ានណាស់​ វាមិនគិតវែងឆ្ងាយទេ តែវាចង់ធ្វើអី វាធ្វើហើយ​ មិនបាច់និយាយទេ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ហេហេហេ​ អរគុណហើយចំពោះការសរសើររបស់ម៉ាក់ម៉ាក់!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;និយាយអព្ចឹាង​ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="CA" style="font-family:DaunPenh;"&gt;ប្រធានបទពិភាក្សាបែបឆ្កួតៗរបស់ក្រុមនារីនារីយើងនៅតាមផ្លូវ ភាគច្រើនគឺរឿងបង្គន់អនាម័យ។​ ពួកយើងបានជួបប្រទះការប្រើប្រាស់បង្គន់ចំឡែកៗនៅខេត្តបាត់ដំបង និងកំពង់ធំ!​ ហាហាហា ឃើញហើយហួសចិត្ត​ នឹកអស់សំណើច និយាយបីថ្ងៃក៏មិនធុញដែរ ប្រសិនបើបានជួបប្រទះឃើញផ្ទាល់នឹងភ្នែក!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ពិតជាបទពិសោធន៌ដ៏សំបូរបែបមែនសំរាប់ពួកយើងទាំង៥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;អូ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="CA" style="font-family:DaunPenh;"&gt; គិតទៅ វាយអក្សរខ្មែរយូនីកូដសប្បាយម្យ៉ាងដែរហ្ន!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1213952997866132178?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1213952997866132178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1213952997866132178&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1213952997866132178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1213952997866132178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-but-bee-belle.html' title='Nothing but Bee &amp; Belle'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S-jb_O2ilHI/AAAAAAAADBA/9bJt_BBH_jI/s72-c/P5030132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3406590884994369615</id><published>2010-04-27T12:57:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:38:06.798+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sleep in peace when day is done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot as Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone doubt about where the hell is, I think I could give the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4554075626/" title="IMG_4114 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/4554075626_2593edba08_z.jpg" alt="IMG_4114" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could affort for an air-con, while mum and dad enjoy their sky-giant air-con up on the rooftop. I tend to think what I could push Cambodia to South Pole, or Noth Pole, or maybe next to France? where I fancied I could go there once. I love those jazz songs playing while drinking hot coffee, sitting next to the mirror watching the snow fall and chit-chatting about life, or walking along the street full of lights for sightseeing with a Canon in my hand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok stop it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me miss my Christmas time back in SFC with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; and her parents, walking along the bay, seeing people hugging and kissing, feeling the cold breeze and enjoying the nice view of city. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I imagine what if Cambodia has 4 seasons like most countries do? Isn't it great if we have autumn and winter here? Umm I really miss my good old day when we cuddled up all together under a blanket, watching three horror movies in a row and froze our spine through the whole damn night until the snow stopped by the morning came. Oh I miss that time. Warm-hugging a big damn thing like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a great feeling! And his brother, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;, who likes fighting with me non-stop, always tried to close my eyes and helped me not to get scared with the bloody movies.&lt;br /&gt;What play boys they are! Miss' em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those short times.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with those cities like others do.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the night there.&lt;br /&gt;Where we had fun...&lt;br /&gt;and shared the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-3406590884994369615?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3406590884994369615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3406590884994369615&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3406590884994369615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3406590884994369615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleep-in-peace-when-day-is-done.html' title='Sleep in peace when day is done'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/4554075626_2593edba08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2899623982117454330</id><published>2010-04-25T11:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:42:19.043+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Stitch your stress away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew &lt;/span&gt;- but I wish I didn't know. Feel like a FOOL. Been so down but luckily I've been too busy to think about. Throw it aside. Pretend it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4553913546/" title="DSC07993 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/4553913546_e5a62eae3c.jpg" alt="DSC07993" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never done any shopping for months. Clothes. Shoes. Stuffs. Bags (mostly received as gift). But today after the last task of delivery done by early morning, I've been spending an hour at Sovanna Mall and watched 4D again and cut down my stress a lot. Despite of my own stuffs, I got little shoes and warm hat for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bee &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; new-born &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt; at EXPRESS (I love Express now!). For always, I only got dresses for Bee, so this time, shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always adore laces and knitting so much. So I couldn't help when I saw those cute finishing of its knitting. This is why it caught my eyes. Not that I can buy something like this everywhere, so bought it regardlessly. I actually want to keep it as sample, but I don’t want to do so, because I bought it for them (But how could she wear knitting shoes &amp;amp; hat during summer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4553913536/" title="DSC07988 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/4553913536_b39bc10d25.jpg" alt="DSC07988" height="327" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to knit it, but I just don't know how to knit the flower by layers like this, esp this exacting same beautiful flower on these tiny shoes. If I know how to knit this flower, I will be able to make it as clips or bows for my both little cousins, and… and future daughter. Whaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will google more for the crochet pattern for this knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4553913556/" title="il_fullxfull.75717560 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4553913556_4b705fa2b1.jpg" alt="il_fullxfull.75717560" height="403" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm officially broke now.&lt;br /&gt;Outing is no-no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-2899623982117454330?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2899623982117454330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2899623982117454330&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2899623982117454330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2899623982117454330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/04/stitch-your-stress-away.html' title='Stitch your stress away'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/4553913546_e5a62eae3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-433609493767457405</id><published>2010-04-20T17:44:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:57:10.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished a children book called,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/157993.The_Little_Prince"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Saint Exupery last month and I re-readed during Khmer New Year days. Reading this book helps me withdrawing from the chaotic world of grown-up people for a while, and feeling as an innocent child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a great philosophy kind of book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best quotes of this book I found very interesting are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye!&lt;br /&gt;-It is time you had wasted for it which made it is so important!&lt;br /&gt;-You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.&lt;br /&gt;You're responsible for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, every parts of this book teaches us something.&lt;br /&gt;And it mays break my heart a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Especially, the part the little prince lands in the desert on Earth. And he meets a cute little fox in a sand dune and tries to get the fox to come to him. The fox will not, because he’s not tamed. He explains this, saying,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we will need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S8153ueSlyI/AAAAAAAAC9w/EnYPr1MJKsk/s1600/21a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S8153ueSlyI/AAAAAAAAC9w/EnYPr1MJKsk/s400/21a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462155921345124130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge the fact that we create the needs that we fill. We don't need one thing or another inherently. It is when we find ourselves needed something or someone, we just forget the fact that it's once like a bargain of the needs that we willingly become involving with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this review question of a person in my &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/panharath"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;One novel metaphor of looking at life and love through the eyes of an alien child. Beautiful philosophy of life and love communicated here, the wonder and the mystery of it. The boy's innocent, yet loyal relationship with the flower, leaves me with the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Should we love only those whom are deserving of love, whom are capable of loving us back? Or do we love whole-heartedly whether we get love in return or not? And, how do we replenish the well of love if we keep giving out and do not receive it back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3863602319989910691-433609493767457405?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/433609493767457405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=433609493767457405&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/433609493767457405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/433609493767457405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-prince.html' title='The Little Prince'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S8153ueSlyI/AAAAAAAAC9w/EnYPr1MJKsk/s72-c/21a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7334172962754808548</id><published>2010-04-19T13:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:14:27.015+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>She.She.She.She</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1- L and N are in relationship more than 5 years and ready to get married in few years. N just spilled his past and said sorry about his lying that N is his first love. He said he actually attracted to her on the first place because she looks a lot like his first love. L asked if he's still missing the girl and trying to find her. He said no. Instead he said he's always happy with L and there's no reason to find his first love. L said after she heard about it, she was in big shock and found it hard to breathe because she believed that she was N's first love and she loves him and never give a second thought of flirting or seeing somebody else. She can't believe that N had lied her all along. She wonders why N didn't tell her in the first place. She wouldn't mind about it at all as long as N is honest with her and being straight-forward with her. But he just told her now, since they've been together more than 5 years already?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- S and V are in relationship 3 years and also plan to get married next year. But she just found out that V is still seeing his ex. When she asked him, he said they're just friends. But when she's online on FB, she got the feeling that he's still missing his ex. She has no idea what to do. Break up or not? She's not sure now that she's the one or not. She's not sure if her boyfriend still loves her or not. She's really freaking out and heart-breaking. Or should she sit and talk with him by asking straight where the relationship heading now? She is in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- D and P are dating for 6 months. And P proposed D and promises that he will get his parents to go to D's parents to get permission to get married. D needs some more times to think about it. D loves P, but she doesn’t love the way P does. P is kind of person who's proud of himself and love flirting around with others. He said he's just like flirting, but only D that he loves. D also dislike the fact that P always keep promising to do this and that for D, but he never makes it happens once. So she's not sure if P really loves her or not. Because he sometimes seems to be serious about his love with her, but some other time, she just feels that she's just a fool. Now she thinks about giving him a chance or just ending this relationship, but she can't deny that she loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- T and Some Guy are seeing each other for 1 and haft years. But now he's seeing his ex. He told T that he somehow still misses his ex, but he's also love T. He admitted that he's kept seeing his ex because they've decided to be friend. But seem like it brought back old memories of them. After knowing all about it, she decided to break up and move on. After 6 months of breaking up, T is seeing another guy. But her ex was back and told her that he just figured it out that T is the only one person he loves. He can't live with T. Being with T, he's happy. T said she still loves her ex somehow, but she's now with another new guy and she's his new boyfriend's first love. And she's happy with him. She asked how to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7334172962754808548?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7334172962754808548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7334172962754808548&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7334172962754808548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7334172962754808548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/04/shesheshe.html' title='She.She.She.She'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5218753880516860691</id><published>2010-03-30T07:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:58:18.762+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Bleeding blood interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BLEEDING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Spiritually dying; traumatize; to be in a state of disagreement with someone; someone speaking against someone else.The dreamer should beware of strange friendships. To see blood flowing from a wound, physical ailments and worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BLOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bleeding may suggest open wounds due to broken relationships. It can link to hurtful comments and painful emotions. It can also link to a lack of vitality generally and even depression&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BLOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments. If you see the word “blood” written in your dream, then it may refer to some situation in your life that is permanent and cannot be changed. To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood, signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions has come back to haunt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BLOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It is the life-giving, vital part of our physiology and it may symbolize our strengths and weaknesses and our physical and mental health. If you are currently experiencing a very difficult time in your life, you may have dreams with bloody and frightening images. Don’t worry, you may be venting your fears! Some believe that when you see blood in your dream, the distressing situation in your life which is at the root of the dream has come to an end, and the worst is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmmhhhhhhhhhh, is that so? Well, I can see its coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3863602319989910691-5218753880516860691?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5218753880516860691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5218753880516860691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5218753880516860691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5218753880516860691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/03/bleeding-blood-interpretation.html' title='Bleeding blood interpretation'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8344569452621529673</id><published>2010-03-25T17:15:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:40:10.789+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Is it possible to feel lonely in a room full of people?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4422139852/" title="IMG_6217 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4422139852_1b3aec27e3_b.jpg" alt="IMG_6217" height="684" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True communication is rare. We can have lots of colleagues and companions, yet if there is no one who really understands us, our conversations will all seem empty and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is not quantity we need; it is quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down within, we really need a certain person  who will empathise with us if we share what is really in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863602319989910691-8344569452621529673?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8344569452621529673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8344569452621529673&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8344569452621529673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8344569452621529673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-possible-to-feel-lonely-in-room.html' title='Is it possible to feel lonely in a room full of people?'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4422139852_1b3aec27e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7120578701538313117</id><published>2010-03-12T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:14:16.854+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>Who knows what’s bad or good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There’s an ancient Chinese story, still known to most East Asians today, about an old farmer whose only horse ran away. Knowing that the horse was the mainstay of his livelihood, his neighbors came to commiserate with him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who know what’s bad or good?”&lt;/span&gt; said the old man, refusing their sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, a few days later his horse returned, bringing with it a wild horse. The old man’s friends came to congratulate him. Rejecting their congratulations, the old man said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who know what’s bad or good?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, as it happened, a few days later when the old man’s son was attempting to ride the wild horse, he was thrown from it and his leg was broken. The friends came to express their sadness about the son’s misfortune. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who knows what’s bad or good?”&lt;/span&gt; said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks passed, and the army came to the village to conscript all the able-bodied men to fight a war against the neighboring province, but the old man’s son was not fit to serve and was spared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Geography of Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard E.Nisbett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes, the world is constantly changing and is full of contradictions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what seems to be true now maybe be the opposite of what it seems to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7120578701538313117?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7120578701538313117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7120578701538313117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7120578701538313117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7120578701538313117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-knows-whats-bad-or-good.html' title='Who knows what’s bad or good?'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8772687056820662720</id><published>2010-02-26T13:26:00.019+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:40:54.709+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>22. Older. Grateful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m 22 years old, and I’m starting to build the block around me. This is when I start pretending that I’m strong, believing that I will grow stronger than I was and than I am. I’m 22 and I learn to find the reasons to believe. I found some. I’m 22 and I know I change a lot. I'm 22 and I'd like to think that I'll get better with time, in allowing myself to pursue the source of inspiration and potential contentment and not being self-indulgent. Don't be too hard on yourself. Don't try to rush it. Everyone has their moments. That's  inspired me when I turned to 22 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4383861367/" title="DSC04415 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4383861367_3be054d274_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="DSC04415" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More-than-Thank to all your best wishes, gifts, sms-es, phone calls and your all posts &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2010/02/joyeux-anniversaire-panharath.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://kellyvann.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-panharath.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You have no idea how grateful I am of having you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the feeling of surprise and excitement rushing through my body. I love the feeling of the heart beat. And I’m fortunate enough to encounter those moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing about birthday is not related to gifts and such, but your people who always make you feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every year, I spent my day with bong bong first, then the following days with my other friends. Yesterday, after I got home with wide grin and asked mum her whether she has present for me. But she said, “you’re old enough not to get any birthday present from us.” I then said, “Well, I don’t mind. But sorry to say that I’ll consider all the money I owe you as my birthday present. haha.” She laughed. Then I announced, “Deal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep with those contentment after sms-es and phone calls, thinking it's my day,  my lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how my day ended.&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-8772687056820662720?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8772687056820662720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8772687056820662720&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8772687056820662720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8772687056820662720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/22-older-grateful.html' title='22. Older. Grateful.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-551880165397638525</id><published>2010-02-18T13:12:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:07:16.443+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Quantitative Study on Love and Sexual Relationship on V-day 2009</title><content type='html'>I used to post about a &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/02/public-presentation-of-two-research.html"&gt;public presentation of two research finding&lt;/a&gt; about Valentine's day last year. And now check out the final quantitative study on Love and Sexual Relationship amoung young people in Phnom Penh on the Valentine's day 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reports to download:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AR5Ks8LHz5sZZGM4emZic25fMGZzajVzcmNn&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Abstract of the quantitative on the study&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZYjEzMjU5N2YtMjg0YS00Y2MyLWIyMTMtYjQ2NGZkNDQ2Mzcx&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Final quantitative study on Love and Sexual Relationship on Valentine's day 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZZDgzZjliMTEtMDYyZC00M2FlLWFiYWEtNGI2OGFiMzk4NDY1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt; English final report on young people talking about Valentine's day 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZNjk0ZTc4N2UtY2YzOC00NzBkLWE1MzktNjhmMzRhMzBhZTkw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Khmer final report on young people talking about Valentine's day 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Tong Soprach, MPH, Independent Researcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-551880165397638525?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/551880165397638525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=551880165397638525&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/551880165397638525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/551880165397638525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/quantitative-study-on-love-and-sexual.html' title='Quantitative Study on Love and Sexual Relationship on V-day 2009'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8723327881341676</id><published>2010-02-16T20:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:46:59.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Lady Antebellum</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ctfNh0j9OI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ctfNh0j9OI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now, I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytZg4vpbQf0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytZg4vpbQf0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's been all this time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at your photograph&lt;br /&gt;Still sleep in the shirt you left&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I've prayed for you to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I should've been chasing you&lt;br /&gt;I should've been trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;That you were all that mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;I should've said all the things that I kept inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I could've made you believe&lt;br /&gt;That what we had was all we'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends think I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've kept all the words you said&lt;br /&gt;In a box underneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're happy I'll get through somehow&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that I've been screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've been chasing you&lt;br /&gt;You should've been trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;That you were all that mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you should've said all the things&lt;br /&gt;That I kept inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could've made me believe&lt;br /&gt;That what we had girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh that what we had, what we had&lt;br /&gt;It was all we'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;It was all we'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-8723327881341676?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8723327881341676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8723327881341676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8723327881341676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8723327881341676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-antebellum.html' title='Lady Antebellum'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7485923717204858213</id><published>2010-02-06T12:23:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:28:35.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I love being married.  It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha i love this quote title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got this link from a friend of mine, &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanoifoto/"&gt;Pheak&lt;/a&gt;, who has much passion for photography. He’s in progress of learning to take more nice photos. And now he’s curious to capture couples with/without wedding dresses. I suggested he would ask my cousin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bong  Thuch&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bong Mab&lt;/span&gt; to pretend to be a couple for his photography. lolz Dang! Can’t imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I will be his model for couple/wedding photos! Only when I get married! haha But first thing first, we have to find a groom! lolz he promised to find the most suitable one so that he could take my pictures asap! Oh that's wonderful! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So btw, check out some wonderful yet romantic photos of this talented guy, &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jonlow.com/"&gt;Jon Low&lt;/a&gt;, my friend gave me. I think his work is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z-YJiFkGI/AAAAAAAAC4c/5ZfUq_qNW8k/s1600-h/IMG_6310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z-YJiFkGI/AAAAAAAAC4c/5ZfUq_qNW8k/s400/IMG_6310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434998541158551650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z-X6pG4RI/AAAAAAAAC4U/l7cLILYnFEg/s1600-h/IMG_5226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z-X6pG4RI/AAAAAAAAC4U/l7cLILYnFEg/s400/IMG_5226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434998537161466130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9tu31xQI/AAAAAAAAC4M/3oPpw06o3j4/s1600-h/IMG_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9tu31xQI/AAAAAAAAC4M/3oPpw06o3j4/s400/IMG_1539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997812447528194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9s8mblWI/AAAAAAAAC38/62yrni26hDA/s1600-h/Idealwedding-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9s8mblWI/AAAAAAAAC38/62yrni26hDA/s400/Idealwedding-110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997798952736098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9sfUtPMI/AAAAAAAAC3s/ntwxazIDurU/s1600-h/Idealwedding-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9sfUtPMI/AAAAAAAAC3s/ntwxazIDurU/s400/Idealwedding-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997791093767362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9spX7vhI/AAAAAAAAC30/AUs0wRZWAJI/s1600-h/Idealwedding-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z9spX7vhI/AAAAAAAAC30/AUs0wRZWAJI/s400/Idealwedding-48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997793791655442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I feel so good since the morning come. After answering some caring questions Dad and mum asked about my disease, I somehow realized that I always have reason to go on, I always have my people which always lift my spirit up when I’m down. Just I forget about it at times. The more I’m growing older, the more I feel lonely, but the more I feel closed to Dad and Mum and the more they emotionally show their worries and more opened toward me.&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7485923717204858213?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7485923717204858213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7485923717204858213&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7485923717204858213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7485923717204858213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-being-married-its-so-great-to.html' title='I love being married.  It&apos;s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2z-YJiFkGI/AAAAAAAAC4c/5ZfUq_qNW8k/s72-c/IMG_6310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2855888443234530133</id><published>2010-02-04T13:21:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:36:07.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Reason I Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUVIpac5vds&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUVIpac5vds&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…When I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mention of your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lifts my spirit up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me carry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith can heal me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun that shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me light to see….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this song. It helps me sleep peacefully at night. For all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt; songs, besides its beautiful meaning, I feel like flying in the sky while listening. She always and for always has an amazing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have someone to lift me up when I’m feeling down. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;For these past months I’ve been feeling so isolated and left-out. I got no one at all for sharing my inner emotion. Is it the true feeling of growing older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt of the reason of everyone which make them to go on with life.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t really know what to write more here. Maybe about book again? Well, yeah I’m currently reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Flower and The Secret Fan&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa Lee&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lends me. I tell you I really have hard times of putting this book down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2qJALhbf1I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PQQTlK2zoW0/s1600-h/SnowFlowerpb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2qJALhbf1I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PQQTlK2zoW0/s400/SnowFlowerpb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434306536561934162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this book, I’m starting to realize about my true feeling of being so emotional, left-out and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading each part of this book, I got so countless things in mind. As well, I also got many comments and reaction to the story. I wish I could collect my thought and write the plot and on what I think about this story. But I have hard time of recollect or remember what I’ve read, just like when I listen to something through one ear and leave by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I just updated my twitter. But honestly, I don’t really have idea what Twitter is all about. Still updating though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really and desperately wanna go to beach. If J.Nha can't go with me, I might consider to go alone. Umm Perhaps. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863602319989910691-2855888443234530133?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2855888443234530133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2855888443234530133&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2855888443234530133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2855888443234530133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/reason-i-go-on.html' title='The Reason I Go On'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2qJALhbf1I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PQQTlK2zoW0/s72-c/SnowFlowerpb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3836579735520923585</id><published>2010-02-02T16:42:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:34:11.914+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>Oh Feb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite month has arrived and I feel… well, good! At least, after few days off, sleeping at home and got sick. But still cough my lung out though. Feel badly bad since I’ve spread my virus to everyone in office, esp the cousin. Well I just feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Nathary birthday, as well as my ex-colleague’s of mine. Next is gonna be my cousin who turns to be 30 and other cousin turns to 4. I got birthday line up on this Feb, including mine... lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chinese New Year is coming around the corner, and I’m glad we’re gonna have 3 days off, which is pretty much I wish for. I hope plan won’t be changed. I wish I could be able to go to beach or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Valentine’s day! Guess it’s gonna be another same old Valentine’s day! Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tonight, J.Mey is off to Canada to live with her husband, Eric. Hope you have a happy life there and, and, and your many babies to come. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad I'm going to Siem Reap again around 7th-8th, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hmmmppphh really need a company! I'm planning to spend time in searching for more used books there. Teeheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So… Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s bad you didn’t remember today is your birthday, were you hit by a rock or sth, or you’re just trying to forget you get   a year older?&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2fzh_A0-5I/AAAAAAAAC3c/1sQ3fHell3o/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2fzh_A0-5I/AAAAAAAAC3c/1sQ3fHell3o/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579240621931410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This year your birthday reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;That I really want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I’m very glad I know you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope you enjoy your birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the pleasures it has in store,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And because I appreciate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I hope you have many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-3836579735520923585?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3836579735520923585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3836579735520923585&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3836579735520923585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3836579735520923585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-feb.html' title='Oh Feb!'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S2fzh_A0-5I/AAAAAAAAC3c/1sQ3fHell3o/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5919126008446479730</id><published>2010-01-20T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:55:43.952+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Slow down my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S1GDGlZb0TI/AAAAAAAAC2A/r9ClPkuYcE0/s1600-h/life121.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S1GDGlZb0TI/AAAAAAAAC2A/r9ClPkuYcE0/s400/life121.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263175099404594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 began, a drama has been steadily unfolding. I'm not entirely pleased with this. It seems harsh and hard, to say nothing of disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like, every couple year, I have to fall back and start everything over.I t's ridiculous just to think of it. I feel like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit! I keep coming back!&lt;/span&gt;". But keep telling myself not to lose my hope, which is what a friend of mine seriously told me once, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't lose yourself! Don't lose your hope!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a question for myself, which is what I have to think about "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to&lt;/span&gt;" broaden my ability and capacity on something I really put my head and heart on. Ok it's a very hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, right now I'm thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kafka Tamura&lt;/span&gt;, who sees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Saek&lt;/span&gt;i as a smart person, which is exactly what I see in a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“She is very different from you, she overcome all kinds of obstacles, and not what you’d call normal obstacles, either. She knows all kinds of things you’re clueless about; she’s experienced a range of emotions you’ve never felt. The longer people live, the more they learn to distinguish what’s important from what’s not. She’s had to make a lot of critical decisions, and has seen the results. Again, she’s very different from you. You’re only a child who’s lived in a narrow world and experienced very little. You’ve worked hard to become stronger, and in some areas you actually have. That’s a fact. But now you find yourself in a new world, in a situation you’ve never been in before. It’s all new to you, so no wonder you feel confused.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quoted from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kafka On The Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keep playing this quote in my head, helps slowing down my pace of anxiety and vitalize my hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of something fun, like going to swim with my ladies or play badminton to reduce some stress and anxiety. Maybe only after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;activation I'm in. The late of FEB, probably. I hope I can make it! Yeh Yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-5919126008446479730?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5919126008446479730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5919126008446479730&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5919126008446479730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5919126008446479730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-thinking-of-this-im-thinking-of-that.html' title='Slow down my dear'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/S1GDGlZb0TI/AAAAAAAAC2A/r9ClPkuYcE0/s72-c/life121.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-9103895090798885874</id><published>2010-01-13T11:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:52:24.136+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Idiot</title><content type='html'>I’m so useless and disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY I had choice, I will give up just now.&lt;br /&gt;Walk away and end the problem is a splendid solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in my life I feel like one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-9103895090798885874?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/9103895090798885874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=9103895090798885874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9103895090798885874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9103895090798885874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2010/01/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-185774491908645683</id><published>2009-12-31T10:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:50:52.539+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SzwfGCov9DI/AAAAAAAAC1c/tTno3CJHGHc/s1600-h/happy_new_year_2010_card-p137710923531843483q6k5_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SzwfGCov9DI/AAAAAAAAC1c/tTno3CJHGHc/s400/happy_new_year_2010_card-p137710923531843483q6k5_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421242240094696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wishes for you,&lt;br /&gt;Great start for Jan,&lt;br /&gt;Love for Feb,&lt;br /&gt;Peace for March,&lt;br /&gt;No worries for April,&lt;br /&gt;Fun for May,&lt;br /&gt;Joy for June to Nov,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness for Dec,&lt;br /&gt;Have a lucky and wonderful 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='2010'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SzwfGCov9DI/AAAAAAAAC1c/tTno3CJHGHc/s72-c/happy_new_year_2010_card-p137710923531843483q6k5_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-9109010406697270123</id><published>2009-12-29T08:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:04:03.412+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>bds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4223373547/" title="BEE by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4223373547_5b15c42a68.jpg" alt="BEE" width="500" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee has already turned to 2 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my youngest boy turned to 14 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4223390183/" title="DSC03287 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4223390183_13b2c01596.jpg" alt="DSC03287" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&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/3863602319989910691-9109010406697270123?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/9109010406697270123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=9109010406697270123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9109010406697270123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/9109010406697270123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/bds.html' title='bds'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4223373547_5b15c42a68_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7523435617976827189</id><published>2009-12-25T15:52:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:32:25.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I was tagged again.</title><content type='html'>When I first saw &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-random-facts-about-me.html"&gt;Nathary &lt;/a&gt;title, my eyes was about to pop out and I was like, “O.M.G!  Are you kidding me?” Because I know after reading her facts, there will be my name she tagged. lolz So here that’s how it done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m on my way to be 22 soon. I never accomplished anything, even on education.&lt;br /&gt;2. So I don’t achieve high education. When i got chance to work, i just worked.&lt;br /&gt;3. I soon turn to be 22, but there are many not-yet-grown parts of me should be overcome.&lt;br /&gt;4. People said being the oldest is hard, but I love being oldest and only daughter in family. I like the feeling of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;5. But I sometimes think I deserve to be the youngest in family, and my both younger brothers should be my older brothers. They’re more thoughtful than me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I promise too much. My brother told me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love mum, but most of time she worries a lot, talk a lot and care a lot. But that’s I love about her too and I know I’m going to be like her one day.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love dad. I feel sorry for making him work hard to feed us. I should be the one who does this responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you want to get the list of laziest people, count me in.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can’t stand with smell. Both too-much-perfume smell and bad smell.&lt;br /&gt;11. I don’t like waiting, and I hate myself when I keep s.o waiting.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have many fears. The biggest fear is making any mistake that disappoint people I love.&lt;br /&gt;13. I don’t like being tickled in annoying way.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love chocolate. I love Ice cream.  I love dumpling.&lt;br /&gt;15. I don’t like the taste of bitter foods.&lt;br /&gt;16. I prefer the cleanness of tidy room, but I hardly keep mine in tidy.&lt;br /&gt;17. I’m a lousy cook, though I love and enjoy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;18. I’m always interest in something I don’t know. When I know, I might leave it afterward.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love reading. It’s only a good habit of me.&lt;br /&gt;20. I’m clumsy and reckless. It’s a bad habit of me.&lt;br /&gt;21. I always feel lucky to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have impulsiveness and procrastination habit to work out.&lt;br /&gt;23. I love people and I want them to love me too. But I don’t get hurt if they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;24. “I believe!” is my motto.&lt;br /&gt;25. If I had the chance to start everything again, I would do almost everything differently.&lt;br /&gt;26. I’m such an emotional freak. When I’m happy, I’m extremely happy. When I’m sad, I’m extremely sad.&lt;br /&gt;27. I hate discipline. I do hate. I hate like being told what to do and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;28. But there are times I want to put rules for myself and I want to be told. But not too much or I will be like, “I don’t give a damn!”&lt;br /&gt;29. I used to have big dream of going to Paris and speak French, but now I forget all French. Paris? I don’t think I ever have chance.&lt;br /&gt;30. I also have a passion to become a French teacher and a pharmacist. But dream never come true. I’m always caught up with something I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;31. I love being in cool place rather than in hot place.&lt;br /&gt;32. I love blanket. I love cool room and sleeping by warming myself with thick and soft blanket. I wish I could afford for air-con one day.&lt;br /&gt;33. I love books. I want to have a small room full of books.&lt;br /&gt;34. I addict to coffee. But I have to reduce it because of health concern.&lt;br /&gt;35. When I distress, I like singing out loud and dancing like crazy alone in room.&lt;br /&gt;36. I start doing thing only at last minute.&lt;br /&gt;37. I never wanted to be born in rich family which my parents can provide me everything. I think it’s not a good way of living. I want to live by my own. Create something out of nothing by my own.&lt;br /&gt;38. I don’t like being with mean people. I’ve had enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;39. I’m bad with financial management.&lt;br /&gt;40. I’m suck with direction.&lt;br /&gt;41. Whenever I’m about to leave somewhere, all I need to spend time to find is KEY.&lt;br /&gt;42. My bag is always full of garbage. I call it garbage bin.&lt;br /&gt;43. I’m not good at holding grudge. But sometimes I do.&lt;br /&gt;44. Since young, I was like a tomboy, but I knitted. And I still love knitting and yarning.&lt;br /&gt;45. There are two secret passions I wish I could make it. First, learn to cook variety of recipes and second, learn to tailor dress. I want to make dress.&lt;br /&gt;46. I fail at remember things. I love the moment when people start telling me like, “You know when you were....”&lt;br /&gt;47. I don’t like talking much, but when I do, I talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;48. I’m not good at entertaining foreigners. I’m dumb at it.&lt;br /&gt;49. But I like storyteller. I like hearing something new, amazing, sad and all.&lt;br /&gt;50. Talking long hour on phone is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;51. I was told when they first met me, they said I was such a strut. As in fact, I was always too shy to talk.&lt;br /&gt;52. One thing no one knows is I easily cry. Cry over sappy movies, cry over sad books, cry over little thing that hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;53. Just like &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-random-facts-about-me.html"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;, There are many times, I wish I was dumb and deaf.&lt;br /&gt;54. High-five &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-random-facts-about-me.html"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;, I don’t speak Prada too. lolz&lt;br /&gt;55. When I’m fed up and mess up, I tend to eat a lot especially spicy food or Ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;56. People love diamonds and gold, but I prefer silver and stone. I wish I could get a set of Amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;57. I love receiving gift, but I’m not good at giving . That's not fair i know. lolz&lt;br /&gt;58. I tend to be too vague and indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;59. I’m not smart enough, but I’m not stupid. Honestly, sometimes I like pretending to be stupid. And it become as a habit.&lt;br /&gt;60. I’m not that flexible.&lt;br /&gt;61. Most of time, I always analyze people I meet. But no more. I try not to analyze any situation or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;62. I have absent-minded.&lt;br /&gt;63. I’m a daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;64. I often have mood swings, but mostly I hold it inside.&lt;br /&gt;65. I’m not a materialist. But ipod is a must.&lt;br /&gt;66. I found sth about myself which is so annoying is that I barely give a simple ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. Mostly my answer is ‘Maybe’.&lt;br /&gt;67. I love music. I love all kind of genres range from oldie to R&amp;amp;B, except Hip-Hop. Life is boring without music.&lt;br /&gt;68. Secretly I like the sound of Billy Currington. So masculine.&lt;br /&gt;69. I used to have this secret in mind since I was young. I wanted to find a man which has the same quality and personality as my uncle. A real man of men.&lt;br /&gt;70. But I don’t mind if I can’t get someone like him. And Grandma warned me, “Don’t ever go for a mean guy! A big no-no!”&lt;br /&gt;71. I quickly get annoyed, easily provoked, and become impatient very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;72. I recently have this question in mind. Do people value each other people by their success, their accomplishment, their wealth, their intelligent, their ranks, their greatness and all?&lt;br /&gt;73. I’m a kind of person who just allows things to happen. I am too proactive at times and at other times, I'm way too inactive. And even if I can't do something, I still feel like I should be.&lt;br /&gt;74. I love lingering in the morning by watching TV while I’m drying my hairs and dressing up. And I’m now so into Cartoon again. Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;75. I like spending time talking to closest ones and sharing about how our day was going. Those closest persons are my family.&lt;br /&gt;76. I love when the sun goes up but I hate when the sun does down, which is why I barely leave office around 5-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;77. I don’t like being a girl. I wish if I were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;78. I was told I have a bad habit of gawking at attractive girls for too long. Some people used to mistake me as a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;79. Some people dream a lot. But I don’t. I dream once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;80. When I sleep, I do sleep and Zzzzz till I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;81. When I obsess, I do obsess.&lt;br /&gt;82. When I focus on one thing, I don’t know what’s going on around me or hear a sound of anything.&lt;br /&gt;83. I prefer comfortable clothes. I like Tees and Short or Knee length pants. I don’t care about the big scar on my calf. But mum and grandma don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;84. Oh but now I tend to love wearing skirt. But only skirt which attached with pants inside. lolz&lt;br /&gt;85. I everyday analyze and learn from people traits and personalities. I learn a lot from certain people. But I have hard time to correct my bad.&lt;br /&gt;86. I don’t have any particular ability. I secretly wish I could paint or play any specific music instrument.&lt;br /&gt;87. I love singing and dancing thought I’m bad at that.&lt;br /&gt;88. Sometimes I know that person somehow across the line. But I pretend to be fine. I know there’s always a certain reason behind. But everyone has their own limit.&lt;br /&gt;89. Sometimes I pretend to be innocent. [High-five &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-random-facts-about-me.html"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;90. I’m a good listener. But I don’t prefer to listen to your brag.&lt;br /&gt;91. I hate being the center of attention. But I do not like being left behind either.&lt;br /&gt;92. I don’t like the feeling of being left-out.&lt;br /&gt;93. I more enjoy being alone, but sometimes I need company too.&lt;br /&gt;94. I now don’t drink wine even take a sip, except cocktail. Since I used to drunk once, I swore myself to god not to have any drop of it.&lt;br /&gt;95. I’ve grown up with Buddha principles in mind. So I do believe Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;96. When I was young, Grandma told me to pray and salute the pillow before sleeping. I’ve been practiced that way long after we moved out the old house, I never. But now I start practicing again.&lt;br /&gt;97. There are conservative sides of me. For instance, I don’t interest in being relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend before getting married.&lt;br /&gt;98. But there are times I want to fall in love. I want to feel the feeling of falling in love once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;99. For me, everything is nothing, but nothing is everything.&lt;br /&gt;100. I’m Panharath and these 100 facts are about me. Thank for reading and sorry if this very long facts make your eyes hurt. lolz&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I should Tag. If I tag Nathary, Jessica and Kelly, they must do another 100 facts again! lolzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7523435617976827189?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7523435617976827189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7523435617976827189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7523435617976827189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7523435617976827189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-tagged-again.html' title='I was tagged again.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7807602295168217464</id><published>2009-12-22T12:17:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:22:48.751+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m not entirely sure what’s going on around, but I think I don’t let that bother me too much. Just a very short period of time, I let those bewilderments get my head stuck in the clouds. How long will it takes to set me back? I duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year kick off with a great start by giving me such great joys, but it ends up with a very painful experience with a lot of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new year is coming, I’m also one of those who think about New Year resolutions…&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I can think of right now is on my daily basis which is self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it everyone’s obsession?&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing is learn to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Not to spill a thing. Learn to keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, I wish I could make everything up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish is just a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are the places for people to go on Christmas with pals? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to go somewhere WILD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where should I go for family gathering? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve had it in mind.&lt;/span&gt; I should bring them out once. At least it’s the end of the year and plus, it’s my youngest brother birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Plan is always changed. And I’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7807602295168217464?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7807602295168217464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7807602295168217464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7807602295168217464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7807602295168217464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-entirely-sure-whats-going-on.html' title='End'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-3013548400307177899</id><published>2009-12-22T11:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:51:27.184+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>I talk to...</title><content type='html'>I talked to him, he said “Don’t lose yourself! Don’t lose faith! Don’t lose hope!”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her, she said "I wanna go back home! I want to have personal time!"&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him, he said "I love her!"&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her, she said “He and me had decided to get married next year!”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to other him, he said “I miss you. When can we go out sometimes?”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to other her, she said “Now I’m single and available.”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another him, he said “Dud, are you alive?”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another her, she said “Don’t quit! Be yourself!”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another him, he said “Where’s your old self?”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another her, she said “Only you who can decide!”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another him, he said “You’re less talkative. Or you don’t want to talk at all?”&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another her, she said “Oh shut up! You’re so talkative. Queen of Babble!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to myself, I said, "DAMN ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-3013548400307177899?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/3013548400307177899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=3013548400307177899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3013548400307177899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/3013548400307177899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-talk-to.html' title='I talk to...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7444989599883681438</id><published>2009-12-19T12:02:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:44:01.285+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><title type='text'>Hope abides; therefore I abide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanoifoto/4091901904/" title="_MG_7869 by Kanoi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4091901904_2f684e604c.jpg" alt="_MG_7869" height="400" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanoifoto/4091136511/" title="_MG_7879 by Kanoi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4091136511_e6b97ebc5b.jpg" alt="_MG_7879" height="400" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanoifoto/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pheak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..... Countless frustrations have not cowed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still alive, vibrant with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe and still believe that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the black cloud will disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The morning sun will appear once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In all its supernal glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3863602319989910691-7444989599883681438?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7444989599883681438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7444989599883681438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7444989599883681438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7444989599883681438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope-abides-therefore-i-abide.html' title='Hope abides; therefore I abide...'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4091901904_2f684e604c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2214763552198759159</id><published>2009-12-12T15:14:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:15:19.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Being in Dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All friends and people I love are born in December.&lt;br /&gt;All inspired thought come through my head in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I have too much update recently. But who cares? I just want to write as I got nothing much to do. So I now try to come up with something to do, which I don’t know now, or maybe a little while later, I will figure out, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s utterly restless when I don’t have something to keep myself busy, besides reading book and e-book. It’s not an easy feeling when you live your everyday doing nothing like this. That's suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have plenty of times to have a lot of talk with my family. Isn’t it nice? At home, there’s a load of thoughts pop up in mind and we do talk a lot about career-education-finance and marriage. Oh yes, marriage. It’s such a heat topic in my family forum now. HEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so alone after all. I thought I'm not. But no. Not anymore. Or is this just what stirring inside me? I don't know. I don't put this blame to people I care. I think it's all happening inside of me. The within battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really tired of listening to people. I wish I was a deaf. So we don't need to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; things. And what If I cannot speak at all? So that I don't need to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; thing. So that I can keep my big mouth shut. Not to spill any secret. Not to talk too much and all. And all I have to do, perhaps, is writing letters. You know, as far as I think, non-verbal communication might does the best job of expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, I guess I need a correspondent now who I can write to and who is good at keeping secrets. lolzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't it nice if we have someone we can write letter back and forth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have number of books I tempt to finish and sure enough I can’t finish by the end of this December. Maybe because they’re mostly E-books. No afford for paper books. lolz. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's two books which are highly recommended which I'm currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1- &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZYmZhNjZjZjAtMWQ2OS00YmI1LTk3MTgtYjFlZDkyNmFiNGIx&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Malcolm Gladwell&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret About Life&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara De Angelis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-2214763552198759159?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2214763552198759159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2214763552198759159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2214763552198759159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2214763552198759159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-in-dec.html' title='Being in Dec'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2572380141024482419</id><published>2009-12-10T13:03:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:25:58.356+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone love Twilight. Except me. Not that I don't like, but I haven't yet read.&lt;br /&gt;But several days ago, I was really curious about Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been doing some search through Google and read the first chapter on the official website, thinking I'm into it now. I've called &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt; to ask her if I can get the books somewhere, but forget it, it costs at least more than $50 for 4 books at Monument book shop. So I do some search again for ebooks, though I don't like the idea of reading with pc or laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, I got it by accident the link of Twilight saga from a site I forget the link. hehehe... I think I might have to read ebook this time. But still I'm thinking of buying paper books also. Maybe when if I can afford. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I share the link to anyone who wants the ebook of Twilight by clicking on these images below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZNGEyNGUwN2EtMzE4Yy00ZjVkLWFiMTUtYzhmY2JkOWVlNjYy&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZMzljYzUyZTUtYjE4Zi00NmNlLWI5YmEtYTEzMGNjMzRhM2Zk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZNGEyNGUwN2EtMzE4Yy00ZjVkLWFiMTUtYzhmY2JkOWVlNjYy&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyCdSn9d-oI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3jicCieirqE/s200/twilightbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413499695389342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZMzljYzUyZTUtYjE4Zi00NmNlLWI5YmEtYTEzMGNjMzRhM2Zk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyCdrO3ixGI/AAAAAAAAC00/QcI8i3jdcT0/s200/New+Moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500118150333538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZM2M3YmY3ZWYtY2MxYi00YTkzLWI3ODAtMzBlZDAzMjU0MDMy&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZZjE4OGZhNDYtYTI5ZS00ZGY1LThmN2MtOWQwYWU4ODlhOGFj&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZM2M3YmY3ZWYtY2MxYi00YTkzLWI3ODAtMzBlZDAzMjU0MDMy&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyCdSwF17XI/AAAAAAAAC0s/LCDwulT7gF4/s200/Eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413499697571949938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0Bx5Ks8LHz5sZZjE4OGZhNDYtYTI5ZS00ZGY1LThmN2MtOWQwYWU4ODlhOGFj&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyCdrRIEbTI/AAAAAAAAC08/cRUx1PtMXrc/s200/breaking_down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500118756519218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-2572380141024482419?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2572380141024482419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2572380141024482419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2572380141024482419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2572380141024482419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyCdSn9d-oI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3jicCieirqE/s72-c/twilightbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1741414135912942078</id><published>2009-12-09T21:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:59:54.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it comes to my mind knowing it’s December? Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alvin and The Chipmunks &lt;/span&gt;song suddenly pop up in my head, “C&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hristmas Christmas time is near, time for joy and time for cheer!...&lt;/span&gt;” Okay, not that I’m into Christmas-thingy nor I’m a Christian, but just I used to have fun on Christmas last two year. And what I know about the true meaning of Christmas is time for LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s enough about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love December anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because it’s great month of all. No. Just that December has constantly been a recovering month, or at least, to put it more correctly, it’s a month of struggling. Like last 2 years, I was in the middle of painful situation and trouble which I had to choose whether to give up or go for it, but then everything is fine when I end it by giving up. The reason? I don’t want to be a burden on someone’s life. I was told, "Don't quit. You have wasted a lot of time and energy for it." But no, I finally chose to quit! And here I am! In middle of other trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized, "Oh well, trouble has no its end!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I’ve also learned another inch to become a human being. And this year, yep, I think I’ve grown another inch and figured out a ton of things as well as a lot of mistake I made which I have to look at and correct. Well, at least, isn’t it for the best I can be as a human being, though I don’t like the progress at all. But I honor them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I learn a lot from people. All the negative points I noticed and I try to balance myself not to be like one, while I’m having many to be figured out. It’s not that easy to scan our mistakes or any negative points of ourselves every minute. We can’t be imperfect. We really can’t. But I’m just restless. I just want everything fine. But it’s not as what I thought. Is it wrong to view this world in good way? I was told I’m too much to see this world full of roses. And there’s a voice keep bugging me, “Come on, live in reality, girl! Not in your own world!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’m utterly inspired by a book, but still haven’t finished yet. A book which help me prepare to lift my spiritual growth. People seek how to develop their power their fame their popularity as I’m seeking to grow my spirit to be happy within myself, to avoid all suffering. Okay, I can’t be like Buddha after all. But at least, to save me from a number of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, I’m still in suffering! No, I’m actually recovering.  Though I don’t have a chance to clear it up. Though It’s such a mess. But at least, it's not that tense.  But I know everything can't be back like it was. A great bond of sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever! I won't go into the detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've committed myself to pretend that all is fine. How did I get on? Did everything that wasn't fine, suddenly become fine, just through the strength of pretense? I thought sometimes when we draw a veil over an issue that we would prefer not to look at or think about, we store up trouble for later. Sometimes too, though, we simply save ourselves from a lot of unnecessary worry. If we have been easily able to ignore a situation, the chances are that we are safe to leave it a while longer. If not, we had best look at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there’s something I learn from this situation. Learn to be patient. Learn to pretend. Learn to remain myself. Moreover, Learn from that certain person that I won’t take everything as assumption, I won’t try to analyze someone or any situation, I will still keep the thought that there’s always a certain reason behind everything. Okay, I still keep my positive thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people come to your life to teach you something. And here, a phrase I keep on my mobile  display every time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“What has this person been sent to teach me? What quality am I lacking in this moment that is making me suffer? Patience? Tolerance? Or else? Ok, I don’t have to react. I can remain centered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Don't you think it's nice to remember?&lt;br /&gt;It's a good way to keep myself in control. At least, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J.Nha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyBV07aZI_I/AAAAAAAACz8/QOHsX0NwL2c/s1600-h/DSC09981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyBV07aZI_I/AAAAAAAACz8/QOHsX0NwL2c/s400/DSC09981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413421119889286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an old woman who is such a dear sister to me. lolz&lt;br /&gt;To her who barely talk her heart out, but I see her wear her heart upon her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;To her who I rarely have time for her, and her who doesn't even have time for me, but we run to each other when we have trouble.&lt;br /&gt;To her who has a really good heart for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;To her whom we have such memory together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her who I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All well-wishing go to you J.Nha. Hope your dream are fulfilled. But don't forget me or you will die!&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-1741414135912942078?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1741414135912942078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1741414135912942078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1741414135912942078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1741414135912942078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihihi-december-you-know-what-it-comes.html' title='December'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RKbHWvfBs/SyBV07aZI_I/AAAAAAAACz8/QOHsX0NwL2c/s72-c/DSC09981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5195684260733356658</id><published>2009-12-05T14:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:43:33.287+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>Storm one minute but blue sky's the next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Several days ago, I was tense, I was worried, I was stress, I was afraid I might have another big storm big clash again. If it had ever happened once again, I might be a dead meat right now, but thank God, we could make it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s the day of a storm one minute but blue sky's the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here some pictures of the team for a launching party. Ok, I have to say thank to Danny who helps me with the speech and program flow at last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4159718430/" title="IMG_2812 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4159718430_518934aaba.jpg" alt="IMG_2812" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4158940903/" title="IMG_2808 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/4158940903_4d34873a19.jpg" alt="IMG_2808" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4159659500/" title="IMG_2762 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4159659500_5b392a7b91.jpg" alt="IMG_2762" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4158918489/" title="IMG_2795 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4158918489_6893d21756_b.jpg" alt="IMG_2795" width="504" height="756" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s the day of Bong Mab’s birthday. Our December guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bong Ny and I got a jean for him. So sad that we don’t have birthday cake for him from Daily Shop in InterCon as we planned. Why? Because we had no time to go down and buy one. But no, the major reason is we run out of money. lol&lt;span&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bong Mab&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4159783348/" title="IMG_2663 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4159783348_b205093ec3_b.jpg" alt="IMG_2663" width="504" height="756" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him who is calm as a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him who is good at putting up with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him who is an understanding one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him who I hardly believe he’s that easy and comfortable one ever exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him, for the best and worst, I can be opened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him, who is a trustful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To him who I much consider as a brother as well as a sister.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we can be twin if he had a lighter complexion. lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, He’s the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all the best wishes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-5195684260733356658?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5195684260733356658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5195684260733356658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5195684260733356658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5195684260733356658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/12/storm-one-minute-but-blue-skys-next.html' title='Storm one minute but blue sky&apos;s the next.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4159718430_518934aaba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-90298665197513493</id><published>2009-11-28T13:10:00.020+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:56:20.219+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>back for blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think I don't have much update for two months. And now here I am, sitting and think about writing this and that again. I like to think that writing blog is like talking to an old friend. Alright, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So..... Now I'm back to home. My comfort zone. My place where I can sleep like forever. Here, this morning, I woke up, but not got up and just keep rolling back and forth on bed with top list of old music from my ipod, thinking about nothing but singing. Knowing it’s Saturday, I didn’t want to get up at all. Regardless, I felt like crying again, thinking about what had happened. Those confusing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have kept asking myself, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh snap! Why is this happening to me? It doesn’t make sense at all! I HATE THIS&lt;/span&gt;” But well, I’ve chosen to make decision about where I stand on the issue, right from the start. I've chosen to do what Dad told me which is what I’ve been thinking it’s the best yet reasonable decision. I think If people or maybe life doesn’t make sense, I should try to make it sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to read a book of Barbara De Angelis which I forget the title, which, as far as I can gather, has been said, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to let go of something to attract something new!&lt;/span&gt;” And I’ve tried to let go of what I’m holding. I've stepped from the world of me, hope for better in one way or another. And yeah, I was so excited and happy about the opportunity the universe had given me, but I was pretty sure, shit will be happen. Just like what I recalled in the book, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When things are too comfortable for you and make you happy in the moment, sooner or later, things will be stirred up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whether you decide to be surrender or resist with it, it’s your decision. ti’s what called LIFE! Challenge with it!&lt;/span&gt;” And well, the next thing I know, It's stirring me up. IT’S HAPPENING! And It’s a lot more than worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, whatever, like I said above, I’ve chosen the place to stand on this issue. I can’t just think about anything right now. I can't think about starting school, because of finance crisis. I can’t just think about the relationship which I have to decide whether I should give it a chance or not. I have no focus at this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; moment. I need more time. Being in a relationship is more than just, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, let's go out. let's hang out. let's this and that&lt;/span&gt;." No. At least, for me. It's much more than spending time together. It's more like understand, be opened, know and accept the best and wost of each other. It's more like you want to run to him when you're in trouble just like when you run to your parent. It's more like you know you have somebody to share your story and your daily life with. It's more like he will listen to you and sometimes he doesn't need to give you advice or anything when shit happen to you. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, that’s how it's done. That's how I'm still single. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, it’s a better-than-worst day. I could feel right from the time I slept last night. I start enjoying my books again every night. like, I’ve done with “&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/818108.Norwegian_Wood"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” by Haruki Murakami and now I’m on, “&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10929.For_One_More_Day"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For One More Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” by Mitch Albom which &lt;a href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nathary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;lend it to me for months already. Hahahahahhaha Now I think about having evening out some days with &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt; again. I'll make time for it. Try to be content and enjoy life rather than just focus on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today, right now I’m in office, and planning to go for a nice walk at Stadium to catch some fresh air this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope for things to be started looking up from next month. Really look forward to know what life has in store for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-90298665197513493?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/90298665197513493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=90298665197513493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/90298665197513493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/90298665197513493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-for-blog-again.html' title='back for blog'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-5925060726704488071</id><published>2009-11-24T18:01:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:38:28.909+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>DON'T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most important thing is not to let yourself get impatient. This is the only advice for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON’T GET IMPATIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Even if things are so tangled up, you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you think you can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Norwegian wood&lt;/span&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll TRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-5925060726704488071?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/5925060726704488071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=5925060726704488071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5925060726704488071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/5925060726704488071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont.html' title='DON&apos;T'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2922367396172955798</id><published>2009-11-23T17:23:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:45:08.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>"Did you just cry?" mum asked, "huh? no way!" I said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4127784862/" title="1203344058 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4127784862_cba7dd098a_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="1203344058" height="400" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes because I want to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes because I don’t want to live in this hard feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes because I just want to release.&lt;br /&gt;Yes because I just want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes because I want to clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes because I want to be back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve been spending my weekend at home and sleep, sleep and sleep. So that everyone won’t ask me how’s thing going, about this and that. So that I don’t spill thing out. So that I won’t become a queen of babble. So that things won't go worst than it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now I’m here to face another worst day. How long will it takes?&lt;br /&gt;It's a really hard feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s just so hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;I hate dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve been talking to my love ones and they said, “Dear, come back home! We’d rather having you here!” and after I hear it, all I want to do is cry, cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just realized that I’m such a cry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I’ve cried for her for many times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She makes me high and she’s also the one who makes me low, very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don't know why she likes taking everything as assumption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learn one thing for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't need to try fixing things, we won't know how worst it's gonna turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-2922367396172955798?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2922367396172955798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2922367396172955798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2922367396172955798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2922367396172955798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-just-cry-mum-asked-huh-no-way-i.html' title='&quot;Did you just cry?&quot; mum asked, &quot;huh? no way!&quot; I said'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-8976356622776084439</id><published>2009-11-09T21:10:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:45:37.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>my plates, my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trip to Malaysia was canceled. It's a little bit sad, but I can save a lot of money for mum. I went home today and stayed there for almost a day. I felt so great, I can say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, here is what I just figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, life feels like a slow, painful trek through a field of mud. Sometimes, it's a merry dance through a meadow of flowers on a warm spring day. What makes the difference? It's not money, as many a miserable millionaire will testify. It's not love, that's sometimes subject to stress. It's the existence of hope that makes us want to celebrate... and the apparent absence of it that creates despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/4089701926/" title="_MG_7700 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4089701926_871611e013_z.jpg" alt="_MG_7700" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pheak's camera Canon 40D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more thing which give me stress and strain is the sake of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying so hard on emotion part. And I'm tired. I feel like I'm not me at all! Because I thought I should change my life. I believed I could let go of something in order to get something new. So that I can make this life grows. But It's definitely unpleasant. And I know this is how life grows. To go through all pain endurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT, the pain I'm talking here is about missing every elements of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss long talk about my days with mum and dad every evening when I get home. hanging out and sharing laugh with friends. riding motorbike in breezy evening with bong Ny and J.Nha. having lunch and evening out with B gang. listening to musics and reading favorite books till mid night. Having fun with bong bong at lunch and night out. Weekend of visiting uncle's home.... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized that what I'm doing the most is focusing on only one thing and forget about other things in life. Today, I just noticed that a lot of birthdays passed and I missed a lot of it. my friend's birthdays and my friend's graduations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it elements of life we should balance and we don't want a single of them drop out like many plates we try to hold it all at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I definitely don't want to live alone in this world alone and leave everyone behind like this. I don't want to focus on nothing at all like this. It's unpleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I've decided to go away from my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the thing is I should learn to balance it! I don't want to drop out many plates while I'm trying to hold one. I must figure out how to maintain my life and put all my plates in order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, what I really want to whine here is I don't see I grow an inch of what I'm trying to do and... I just miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-8976356622776084439?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/8976356622776084439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=8976356622776084439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8976356622776084439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/8976356622776084439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-life-is-exactly-about.html' title='my plates, my life.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4089701926_871611e013_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2725274761513072613</id><published>2009-11-04T21:22:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:24:13.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awe-inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words for Life'/><title type='text'>10 principles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1- Everything you need to be happy is inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2- The purpose of life is for you to grow into the best human being you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3- Change is inevitable, so stop resisting and surrender to life's flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4- All obstacles are lessons in disguise-honor them and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5- Your mind creates your experience of reality, so make your mind your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6- Fear will steal your aliveness-make your courage bigger than your fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7- You must love yourself before you can truly give love or receive love from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8- All relationships are your mirrors and all people are your teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9- True freedom comes from how you respond to life and not what life does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10- Whatever the question, love is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secrets about life every woman should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Barbara De Angelis, Ph.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you read these 10 principals, you might be not really into it, unless you read the whole points described in this book.  While you're reading it, you will think, "Oh! That's exactly me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, it's definitely not a self-help, but it's about experience and lessons in her life and everyone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm now on Secret # 2. It's been a hell of weeks to finish this number 2. Not because it's a very thick book, but I can read only a page per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And one sentence that I think it's an inspiring message is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Because I make a mistake doesn't meant I AM a mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you think it's a wonderful phrase to remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3863602319989910691-2725274761513072613?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2725274761513072613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2725274761513072613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2725274761513072613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2725274761513072613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-principles-than-can-transform-your.html' title='10 principles'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1645927876903941295</id><published>2009-10-21T22:56:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:45:53.826+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, do you have to live your life by chaining up yourself with too much questions and worries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Questions which begin with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;,' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;,' are comparatively easy to answer.Those that start with ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;’ tends to be trickier. For every '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;' there's a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;.' Usually, too, if you go down this road of inquiry, you find it soon leads to yet another, even bigger '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;' Like it or not, you now have to scrutinize a bunch of reasons and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justifications&lt;/span&gt;' that you normally allow yourself the luxury of taking for granted. Instead of asking '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;,' try restricting yourself to the slightly less impossible, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And, this is the only word I keep reminding myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really can't see why, but I try '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving my all&lt;/span&gt;' to the journey rather than holding back and being half-hearted and try putting up with everything and ready to make mistake to be better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I believe as soon as I set off properly, I'll see a dramatic improvement in the scenery. And I'll also be delighted to leave all those '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ifs&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buts&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybes&lt;/span&gt;' so far behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know it must take long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3883358441/" title="IMG_0684 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3883358441_16b788fe6c_b.jpg" alt="IMG_0684" height="750" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you know what you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3863602319989910691-1645927876903941295?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1645927876903941295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1645927876903941295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1645927876903941295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1645927876903941295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Sometimes, do you have to live your life by chaining up yourself with too much questions and worries?'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3883358441_16b788fe6c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7956244779657907124</id><published>2009-10-07T00:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:46:03.815+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>You know you will know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm writing this as I'm waiting to take a long bath after my cousin done. We've been cleaning the house for the whole evening and this time we've done with almost every room even our bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cartmelcollege.co.uk/files/2008/08/cleaning.jpg" alt="IMG_0730" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit that I've never done before. And I think of mum and grandma when I was cleaning up and doing those house chore. You know when I was doing, I think of the way they always do. I  was silently amazed and realized how I feel about them. It's like I'm them. I'm growing just like them. And I'm so happy that I'm slowly growing to be them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I cleaned the floor, I pictured when I was little, mum, grandma, sister, brothers and I were cleaning our house together. We was actually not be helpful to mum and grandma at all. We just played, like skiing with bubble and chairs. Mum and grandma told us that when we clean, we have to clean it properly. We have to clean the edge of each brick, so that there's no rusting dirt filling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I cleaned the bathroom, I pictured the way they did when I was little. It's when mum and grandma taught me how to sit on the lavatory to poo-poo (teeheee). They had to watch over and told me how to hold and all the jazz. While I was doing the loo, they always clean and scrubbed and polished every edge of stuffs in bathroom and they started to tell me how to clean it again. I didn't really pay attention to what they said, but I just watched and I was like, "Oh yes!" and they said, "Well, you know you will know when you grow up!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I was in high school, I never did any house chore, even washing my own plate. And mum and grandma was worried about how I will become a lady without knowing a thing about doing house chore. And I didn't care. They kept up on me about this thing and I was like, "Well, believe me I'm only like this when I'm with you! When I'm away, I can do everything by my own" and they said, "Really? you know it's called a habit. A bad habit and a bad habit can get better than rule!" And I was like, "No. I believe my bad habit can't always get the better of me! In some degree! hehe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I really can do a bit better. I know mum and grandma will be happy if they know I put my effort to do house chore and cook and of course I enjoy doing it. It's like when I'm on my own, I can be more better than I was with what a lady should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I always remember is when mum and grandma always say, "You know you will know when you grow up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I miss them so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3863602319989910691-7956244779657907124?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7956244779657907124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7956244779657907124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7956244779657907124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7956244779657907124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-you-will-know.html' title='You know you will know'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6810060860496929965</id><published>2009-09-29T17:00:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:47:11.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>In the hope to meet, shortly again, and make our absence sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3884148890/" title="IMG_0730 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3884148890_de48520a36_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0730" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've never visited home for more than a week, I guess. Pa often pays me visit for, like, 3 times already. I love whenever he's about to leave, he always tap my head and said 'I'm going, so take care yourself'. That's so sweet of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Mum called the other day, the day I sent her my food, Jab Chhay, I first made with my cousin via my brother. She said it's nice though it's a little bit salty and she asked me to describe how I made it. And I know she's happy and I'm sure Mum, Dad and Grandma will eat all my Jab Chhay. And I'm more pretty sure that we'll talk about it again when I visit home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talk about home, when I work, do some tiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; house chores and cook, I always think of mum. I just realized how hard it is to be a mum. What I do everyday is nothing compare to what she does everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know when you cook and wait for your favorite people to come and expect them to eat and say, 'Ummmm it's nice. I love it!'. Just like I picture when Mum cooks and expect us to come home early and admire the foods she cooks. It's such a depress when the foods we put our effort to make is nothing to your beloved people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know when you do all the house works and think of her. You know it. You feel it. It's not that easy for being a Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, after all, whenever I'm near her, I become her very lazy and messy daughter again. I can't never be on my own having her with me. I hate myself for this point, utterly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are impossible things I really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1- Finish the books I'm reading. But it's impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2- I want to have another novel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridget_Jones%27s_Diary" title="Bridget Jones's Diary"&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Fielding" title="Helen Fielding"&gt;Helen Fielding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3- I want this &lt;a href="http://www.zink.com/polaroid-pogo-digital-camera"&gt;POGO&lt;/a&gt; instant digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don't know how to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863602319989910691-6810060860496929965?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6810060860496929965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6810060860496929965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6810060860496929965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6810060860496929965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-hope-to-meet-shortly-again-and-make.html' title='In the hope to meet, shortly again, and make our absence sweet.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3884148890_de48520a36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-6953529289639688331</id><published>2009-09-22T14:31:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:37:59.378+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Hell Yeah Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm now a homesick. Really homesick. I wanna stay in Pa and Mom room and talk talk talk. I wanna lie in my bed reading my book every night. I wanna to mess up and clean my tiny room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna feel my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least, I went home and went to pagodas and went to visit my uncle's home during Pchum Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/Srir77ctQsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OL1s2Ecy_gw/s800/DSC05193-2.jpg" alt="P1050730" width="502" height="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/Srir7oW64pI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gLpE1wlPX3o/s800/DSC05159.jpg" alt="P1050730" width="502" height="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/Srir8DgizbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lTWLnb9EI9c/s800/DSC05186-2.jpg" alt="P1050730" width="502" height="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad again called a moment ago. He asked if I can go home this evening. I've been talking to him for minutes and I feel like I'm away from him for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recalled about the other day that I went home to bring some more clothes and when I just got there, Dad; Mum; Grandma and my both brothers run to the door to see me as though I've been away from home to other country for month, in fact, I've just never slept at home for 3 days. Then I stayed home for 1-2 hours after I packed my stuffs. Dad asked, "Why don't you sleep here tonight?" I said, "No, I can't. Ehehehe do you miss me?" I raised my eyebrows and stretch a smile and mum &amp;amp; dad laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/Srir74F3V5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DxTfi9VCGqU/s800/DSC05232.jpg" alt="P1050730" width="372" height="502" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Taken along Tonle Bet during Pchum Ben day with Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, today he asked if I can go home as in fact I've just been away since the last day of Holiday. We've just been spending couple days during Pchum Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "I'm okay! Just feel headache cuz I slept around 3am last night and have not yet had lunch! We've just done. Now Jeje is on meeting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "Why you guys sleep late?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "Oh I helped JeJe to do her Consumer insight since yesterday!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "Then how's your eyes? Come and eat at home this evening!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "Oh it's okay. We have a lot of works to do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "Let's go to doctor tomorrow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "No, I'm fine here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "Go go. And you come home tomorrow Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "Okay, let's see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dad: "Okay, take care then." [Speak in English]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Me: "Hehehehehe you miss me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And that's a very very and very good end of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-6953529289639688331?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/6953529289639688331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=6953529289639688331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6953529289639688331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/6953529289639688331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-yeah-holiday.html' title='Hell Yeah Holiday'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W5YmQ1XdP-k/Srir77ctQsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OL1s2Ecy_gw/s72-c/DSC05193-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7485935421869973999</id><published>2009-09-15T17:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:50:37.011+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times I feel so, so and so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3527375397/" title="Flower_Uniqueness lies in you by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/3527375397_aef3f023ce_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="Flower_Uniqueness lies in you" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have gone all up high just because all the hidden compliments you got for being who you are, for being what you are, for having your own sense of ability, especially from old people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're looking for more... to learn more, to try more, to live more, to build more confidence, to be more humble, to be more responsible&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are people who look up to you and there are people who you look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7485935421869973999?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7485935421869973999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7485935421869973999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7485935421869973999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7485935421869973999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/09/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1936757624245134581</id><published>2009-09-15T14:29:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:51:20.938+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper-thought'/><title type='text'>Unconfident, Uncertain, Fear and Let it go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s been another same old same old week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a quick run on and off.&lt;br /&gt;On and Off.&lt;br /&gt;On and Off.&lt;br /&gt;Like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy and LAZY and Tired. Mostly Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how our hectic months to come will be.&lt;br /&gt;More Tired, Sleepy and LAZY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not gonna care about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3883357773/" title="IMG_0686 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3883357773_da5f0b8fa7_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0686" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently don’t really think much about future like I always do, but past. Mostly about people I don’t want to lose, but lost. Anyone who comes to my life. That's all because I always let it goes this way. And that become as a habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think my mind is really complicated and I made things more complicated. I feel sorry, but there’s no other way I can do. Because of Fear and I let it go. I know I always turn away from something I want. I hate when I feel uncertain about something, when I fear about something, when I feel insecure about something, when my head and my heart are on fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why I always refuse to go for it, refuse to see it with heart, refuse to acknowledge different angles in this respect. Suffice to say that I'm not confident enough. My thoughts always take a heavy turn and I know I only see a part of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't stop considering this complex problem, recently, to be exact. I'm trying to sort out my beliefs and feelings from rational answers, but I'm finding myself more confused the longer I sort it out. I'm always somewhat biased here. So try getting another opinion before I make a move I will regret. And I know that there's no point in my trying to be, for example, such a rational scientist when at heart I'm really passionate artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, now breath and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to think about career path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shake all the hyper-thought away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breath hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breath harder. Harder. HARDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not gonna think about it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not gonna sort it out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--until l I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1936757624245134581?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1936757624245134581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1936757624245134581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1936757624245134581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1936757624245134581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/09/unconfident-uncertain-fear-and-let-it.html' title='Unconfident, Uncertain, Fear and Let it go.'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3883357773_da5f0b8fa7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-1556334648041070216</id><published>2009-09-03T18:15:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:38:58.095+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>After a storm comes a calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learn to trust my intuition now. It's so true somehow. The storm is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;past and I see the joy and happiness between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;them. It's been a very hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been learning a lot lately. I get all the pictures and I learn things from it. I learn to balance my thought. I want to be able to carry myself very well while I'm growing. It's not that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3883366335/" title="IMG_0702 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3883366335_d4801b7209_b.jpg" alt="IMG_0702" width="500" height="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken at Belami by Bong Mab's Camera. Canon D50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3884149870/" title="IMG_0698 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/3884149870_579a62aced_b.jpg" alt="IMG_0698" width="500" height="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken at Belami by Bong Mab's Camera. Canon D50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I look funny in this bang which I cut by myself. Haha. Cannot help since I'm so broke and don't even have enough money to go to salon. Sooo thing's gone worse when I was a bit lost by cutting my fore hair too short. Sooo okay, go for a bang then. After getting this month salary, I might go to salon to trim it proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3884162398/" title="IMG_0712 by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/3884162398_45da1f1d10_b.jpg" alt="IMG_0712" width="500" height="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken at Belami by Bong Mab's Camera. Canon D50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I love what I'm doing lately and recently. It's my pre-baby steps. Though I barely have time to stay home, esp since Pa was back. I have not yet had time to sit and have a long talk with him. I have not yet listened to the story he would tell us over lunch, dinner or when we all gather and sleep next to each other. How I love and miss this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But first thing first, I want to do well in what I commit myself to do in my career path. I'm too concern about it more than everything. Some of my people might know that I want to be able to support my family in next, at least, 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-1556334648041070216?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/1556334648041070216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=1556334648041070216&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1556334648041070216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/1556334648041070216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-storm-comes-calm.html' title='After a storm comes a calm'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3883366335_d4801b7209_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-7680114850151152584</id><published>2009-08-25T17:42:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:52:09.418+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday words'/><title type='text'>You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panharathsokhom/3854954297/" title="Dai Nam VN by Panharath Sokhom, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/3854954297_f2d3810675_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="Dai Nam VN" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot about the dreams, wishes and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which came true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which I let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which I’m waiting for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which have dissolved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which came out unexpectedly and differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ones which I’ve never imagined, but I gave up, and I didn't want to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've currently been thinking about one, and seem to be overloaded with  new ideas, decisions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and many things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but much to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dismay&lt;/span&gt;. However, I'm impatient to get started on all those things I've got lined up, but I think for best results, I must be selective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I now think big, aim high, be the best., which I never did, which is  the most I'm afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But  I want what best for the long-run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I suddenly decided to move, to go for it, no matter what. I decided I will focus on one coming along. I don't want to give up like I ever did. I don't want to let the fear goes better of me. I know my direction now and I hope it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;won't be dissolved. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More importantly, I'm ready to get on my feet to fall into a work-work-work mode in coming months, which is what I desperately expect and fear at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am, taking my baby steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-7680114850151152584?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/7680114850151152584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=7680114850151152584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7680114850151152584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/7680114850151152584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-see-things-and-you-say-why-but-i.html' title='You see things; and you say, &apos;Why?&apos; But I dream things that never were; and I say, &quot;Why not?&quot;'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu0MYBUluNs/Tu8gnkORVyI/AAAAAAAADwM/nR7W1XTWLTU/s220/197294_10150157468569314_729384313_8074506_2312761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863602319989910691.post-2629617319233999328</id><published>2009-08-10T17:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:39:24.549+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Take quiz to get to know yourself better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I post twice! Since &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://duckorino.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-date.html"&gt;Nathary&lt;/a&gt; said she will post about our first date on her blog, then I don't have to post it here. Guess I'll post one on her comment block or sth! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as well I start reading again. But maybe I try to limit the time consume just not to make the eyes gone worse. So I'm going to post the review about the books I've read recently later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just viewed &lt;a href="http://yennygirl.com/?p=5539"&gt;Me&amp;amp;Mine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and find it interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You also can try this quiz&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Here is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sounds like me! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863602319989910691-2629617319233999328?l=panharath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/feeds/2629617319233999328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863602319989910691&amp;postID=2629617319233999328&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2629617319233999328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863602319989910691/posts/default/2629617319233999328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panharath.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-quiz-to-get-to-know-yourself.html' title='Take quiz to get to know yourself better'/><author><name>Panharath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14411379786155639298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot
