Some friends...

... make you feel young and remind you how to have fun!

We've known each other when we went for high school enrollment together.

Three years later, we met again and became friend at 10th grade.

We formed our group at 11th grade.

We've became best friend at 12th grade.

Now she's a wife of my friend and a mother to a 6 months old son!

It's been more than 10 years.

And she's the one who reminds me all the crazy and silly memories together.

And I still see us when we are old and become grandma,

we might still call each other "Anh & Haeng", in khmer: "អញ & ហ្អែង"

ពីរោះឡើងដាច់សាច់ណាស់​ មែនហ្អេ៎? Hahaha​

That's not good!

Who knows, we'll might call each other, "Yeay yeay", in khmer: "យាយ​ យាយ" instead.

I guess only our friends we've known from our childhood always use this improper words to call each other, but I know it makes us feel closed though.

Heeheeheee

ចុះអ្នកទាំងអស់គ្នាវិញ?

បែបហៅគ្នាថា​ អាងាប់ អាប្រកាច់ ហៅត្រកូលគ្នាម៉ាកំប្លេរ ដូចតែគ្នាហ្នឹង!​

On Love

My friend Nathary and I had a poem war on love in fb, which is too silly to post it here. HAHA I was being silly, actually. And when I told my man, here he brought out the poet in him:

“Hahah, I love your Midwinter Night’s Dream; a satire on love with your friend! Umm I have a few minutes; lemme give a try:

Like all poetry

Things don’t make much sense

But your satirical battle is true.

Like Romeo and Juliet

Love is a game of strategy like chess

If you make a wrong moves

It will end in a bloody mess.

When P and I met I felt the attraction first.

Then comes the hard part, the human interaction the flirts.

Like the moon does the earth

Or the bee does the flower

Or the moth does the light

Or the bird does its songs

They all come together.

For some it’s complicated,

They think it will last

But it ends in frustrations.

Our love just mesh and true

Our personality didn’t repel

If you love the wrong person

Your life will be hell.

Love, we crave them.

But they’re the source of so much pain

Being madly in love

Without being insane.

We want our love to be free like a bird

But like "Srov" in the field love gathers you up,

He threshes you to make you naked,

He sifts you to free you from your husks,

He grinds you to whiteness,

He kneads you until your are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,

That you may become the rice for god’s sacred feast.

All waiting for love

Like watching ticking clocks

Love and relationships

Our giant paradox."

In The Daytime

I just re-read this post by Nathary again about poetry craziness, and I think she forget to add this one of my man.

In The Daytime

by

Manny Sok

During my days, I roamed the infinite sky, and

Soared in the ideal world, and

Floated through the firmament.

During my nights, I listened to Brahma's wisdom;

I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge.

Yet here I am, existing with ignorance

And heresy.

My nights, I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses;

I saw the Nazarene's miracles at theJordan;

I was in Medina when Mohammed visited.

Yet here I am, prisoner of bewilderment.

I gathered wisdom from quiet Angkor;

I probed the antiquity of Ta Prom;

I heard all that can be heard.

Yet, my heart is deaf and blind.

I suffered hunger at the hands of Pol Pot;

I suffered slavery under Vietnam;

I suffered humiliations imposed by the Thai;

I was lost in foreign lands and foreign cultures;

Yet, I still possess

some inner power

With which I struggle to great each day.

I was here from the moment of the

Beginning, and here I am still. And

I shall remain here in my days and my nights until the end

Of of world, for there is no

Ending to my grief-stricken being.

My baby needs a pair of specs too!

Haahaa!

On Faith

Taken at Bousra Waterfall, Mondolkiri.

They say anything is possible if you have enough faith. Is it really so simple? If someone does something successfully, we say, 'look how much faith they had.' If someone tries and fails, we say, 'they did not have enough faith.' But I believe faith alone is merely one vital ingredient in a larger recipe. Along with faith there must be vision. With vision there must be imagination. With imagination we need intelligence. With intelligence there must be accurate information. When you have it all, use it well and you may yet find (almost) anything IS possible!

I'm working on it myself!

I miss us.

I miss all the craziness and silliness we shared.
I miss all the times we had just to talk, laugh, play, sing the songs and all that jazz.



It seems like yesterday.

The excitement of learning separates youth from old age. As long as you're learning you're not old.

Khmer New Year is around the corner and I feel normal. I don’t have that jump-up-and-down moments I used to have anymore. Today students start saying goodbye to their school for their short vacation of 15 days! Today people start dancing and playing Khmer Traditional games in their communities. Today some companies start throwing Khmer New Year party for their employees. Today some people would start planning their trip and some would get ready to go to their homelands. And today, I start thinking about my plan for my family too.

As a little child back then, Khmer New Year is a big celebration for me. Excitement is shooting off in all directions. If I were young again, today I might say good bye to my chums, hoping to meet again when the vacation is over so that we could brag about how our new year was. If I were young again, today, mum would buy me new sets of clothes and shoes and I could have a lot of cookies and candies to eat. If I were young again, on 1st day of New Year, I would become a rich kid by getting A LOT of MONEY from my folks!!!! Hehehe this is the best part of all. If I were young again, on 2nd day of New Year, we all would gather at grandma house and I would get more money and my cousins and I would play Kla-Klok game. If I were young again, on the 3rd day of New Year, my family and I would go on a trip somewhere and our best favorite place is beach. If I were young again, New Year celebration would last until the day we go back to school, back to cool again.

Thing has been different when you’re not young anymore. As an elder daughter, Khmer New Year becomes a big celebration for my family instead. And there are only happiness lies in when seeing my family have their great time. Like any previous years, I’m setting my limited budget for my family. Here is the little thing I normally do: Buying new set of clothes for mum and grandma; preparing some money to give to my brothers and cousins and spending for family trip.

Like any other people, I love my responsibility in my family. I’m grateful that I’m able to share their responsibilities. I want to give them everything. I want to provide them all the things I think they need and want without them asking. I only want the best for them. I wish I could tell them how much they mean to me.

Anyway, I think my English and writing is losing now.