<?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-9788625</id><updated>2011-07-16T05:15:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul of Cambodia</title><subtitle type='html'>there is no such thing as strangers. just friends we have yet to meet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-112952138806562936</id><published>2005-10-17T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:56:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumpy</title><content type='html'>lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lump lump lump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lumpy says thank you for bringing him to me and  i say thank you for bringing lumpy to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-112952138806562936?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112952138806562936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=112952138806562936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/112952138806562936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/112952138806562936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/10/lumpy.html' title='lumpy'/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111987918030920088</id><published>2005-06-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:49:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.yummy.ice.cream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/2348/640/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/2348/400/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks thanks, eve for organising! and everyone who came down! great catching up with you guys! seeing how busy most of us are right now, i guess the next time we can meet up as a group is when those lucky ones, who are going to overseas, to get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111987918030920088?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111987918030920088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111987918030920088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111987918030920088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111987918030920088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/yummyicecream.html' title='.yummy.ice.cream.'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111984604509468907</id><published>2005-06-27T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:22:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.another.birthday.boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BURP-DAY TO YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'RE BORN IN A ZOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU LOOK LIKE A MONKEY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND... SMELL LIKE ONE TOO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hee. how silly. i'm like singing this song to EVERYONE on their birthdays. hahaha. oh well. i'm not tired of the song yet so... bless thy ears for any upcoming birthdays! hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHITHEAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;someone's very old now! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sazzie, sazzie. why didnt you come? no more pressies for you, friend. i'm taking the pressie back!! unless you buy me ice cream, sambal stingray, bbq chicken wings, ice kacang and erm... yeah. that's about it. hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;thanks thank to eve who organised it! you're the best, sweets! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ooooh. and let may show her loud-hailer skills....... *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAY IS ATTACHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;don't you love me, ray? haha. i promise i wont tell nat! hahaha. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'll post the pictures up as soon as i can! hasn't even got th time to upload onto my lappie. ahh. boss coming!! tata, folks!&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/9788625-111984604509468907?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111984604509468907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111984604509468907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111984604509468907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111984604509468907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/anotherbirthdayboy.html' title='.another.birthday.boy.'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111858867670678769</id><published>2005-06-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:06:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 21ST LILING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/2348/640/liling"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/2348/400/liling%27s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE BORN IN A ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;YOU... LOOK LIKE A MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;AND... SMELL LIKE ONE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;hee. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111858867670678769?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111858867670678769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111858867670678769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111858867670678769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111858867670678769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-21st-liling_12.html' title='HAPPY 21ST LILING!'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111613640025341643</id><published>2005-05-15T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:53:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st NTU archievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good day ladies &amp; gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after nearing 2 years as a Trainee Engineer, something significant has occured on my EID team especially for me...we managed to land an award for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby sincerely wishes to thank my 6 other members for all their time and effort on this well-received project...the bulk of the team may not be here to read this but at least Andrew &amp;amp; Shaun will be able...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, much of the credit must go to you as I think you have contributed the most...Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun, your contributions are not far away from Andrew's...you too have done alot...Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank another 3 people from our YEP group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, thank you for your participation in our interview and allowing us to post your picture on our posters...you may think this is relatively insignificant but to me, it is important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Yen, the same thing goes to you...thank you for your participation too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, its Valerie...thank you for sparing us the time to help us find two very nice and appropriate photos of the two girls...it was a desperate situation then...thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really delighted in winning the award...once again, Thank You Very Much to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCC aka Shithead ( but i prefer to be known as SGT SUMMER...haha)&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/9788625-111613640025341643?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111613640025341643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111613640025341643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111613640025341643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111613640025341643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-1st-ntu-archievement.html' title='My 1st NTU archievement'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111439530805205934</id><published>2005-04-25T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:43:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Twenty-Something by author unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- a little something a friend sent. it was because i'm gonna turn 21 soon. bummer. oh well... kinda fitting for all to read since all are like or turning 20-ish soon and perhaps facing the same dilemma. i know i can most definitely relate to some... -&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/9788625-111439530805205934?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111439530805205934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111439530805205934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111439530805205934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111439530805205934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-twenty-something-by-author.html' title='Being Twenty-Something by author unknown'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111339490664273365</id><published>2005-04-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:21:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petals Around the Rose</title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this game out. &lt;a href="http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html#instructions"&gt;http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html#instructions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a test on your creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had such a kick though a cheap thrill from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy i got it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took like 20 mins to solve it and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; took yours truly onli a couple of seconds. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey saz, i'm daring YOU! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111339490664273365?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111339490664273365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111339490664273365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111339490664273365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111339490664273365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/petals-around-rose_13.html' title='Petals Around the Rose'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111338793874833055</id><published>2005-04-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:57:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/640/yep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/400/yep1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a couple of days before stepping into MI 622&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "hi" and a "bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bashful smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for we had none to say to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the promise of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the icing around a chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a seductress for the sweetness of a "we"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=was doing a picture report for ail... realised that i didn't post a pre-yep pic. so here it is. more will be coming. =) anyway, exams are gonna be over in a couple of days.... for the SMU-ians! =P hang in there, you guys! after thurs, anytime you wanna meet up for lunchie or some retail therapy *hint hint eve!*, call me yeah? i'll be so free!!! la la la. probably gonna be in hall 6 with my girlfriends so there you have it.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=may=&lt;/em&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/9788625-111338793874833055?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111338793874833055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111338793874833055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111338793874833055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111338793874833055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-strangers.html' title='just strangers'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111278816369342703</id><published>2005-04-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:53:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost but Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's a interesting theory, derrick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll definitely be mindful of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;revive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;relive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the good o'days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;easy to say and yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what was taken from us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is a relentless bitch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and always will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;snapshot is our defiance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memory enshrined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;til alzheimer's do us apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave memories alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and live new memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay. i'm just rambling about nonosense. my psychology is officially driving me nuts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't wait til exams are just a thing of the past!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P-A-R-T-Y-T-I-M-E!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-heehee-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may that be another season of memory-making fun , laughter, peace and joy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and derrick... thanks. =)&lt;/em&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/9788625-111278816369342703?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111278816369342703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111278816369342703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111278816369342703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111278816369342703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/lost-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Lost but Not Forgotten'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111274807877622192</id><published>2005-04-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:41:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back Time...</title><content type='html'>Good day my fellowship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are really around the "edge" and i got the perfect remedy for u to ride the exams smoothly...ie. juz study as much as possible lor...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books aside...Let me share something with u ladies n gentlemen, i called it the CC theory...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Control&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Concern&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bothering thoughts are inevitable especially if dat something or someone is dear to ur mind n heart...in short...often we always over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over things we cant actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...but! we can always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what we can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; abt...true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, we shd constantly remind ourselves what we can fill our minds with n not with something which is far within our grasp...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i need friendship plasters...4 ingredients are required...IMHO, i managed to discover one of em...ie...an truely open heart...while the other 3? will u help me search? is tis too direct or indirect? m i contradicting my own theory? alamak everything is so subjective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one principle of my life...let bygones b bygones...forget the unpleasant events...revive n relive the forgetton happy moments once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{THC} SG SUMMER (LCC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111274807877622192?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111274807877622192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111274807877622192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111274807877622192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111274807877622192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/turn-back-time.html' title='Turn Back Time...'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111253561701717979</id><published>2005-04-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:42:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/640/saz2%20268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/400/saz2%20268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget this pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=may=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111253561701717979?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111253561701717979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111253561701717979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253561701717979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253561701717979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-home.html' title='our home'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111253232110891299</id><published>2005-04-04T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:47:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our 1st pic in cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/640/IMGP1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/400/IMGP1536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at siem reap airport &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at all these pix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=may=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111253232110891299?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111253232110891299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>our last group pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/640/IMGP2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/268/4527/400/IMGP2184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie. finally got it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created a hello account for our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys will need to d/l the system at &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com"&gt;http://www.hello.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;username is prolorngkhmer and password is the same as our blog's password&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=sigh=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's our lil'cafe coming along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=may=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111253136568170451?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111253136568170451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111253136568170451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253136568170451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253136568170451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-last-group-pix_03.html' title='our last group pix'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111253013444047886</id><published>2005-04-04T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:13:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our last group pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72362085@N00/8291375/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/8291375_50c8e12447_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; as per request. still trying to figure out how to make the pic bigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111253013444047886?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111253013444047886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111253013444047886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253013444047886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111253013444047886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-last-group-pix.html' title='our last group pix'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111252953274836631</id><published>2005-04-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:01:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry starry night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72362085@N00/8290580/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/8290580_5d6d437bb5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72362085@N00/8290580/"&gt;Starry starry night (4)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/72362085@N00/"&gt;a pink glazed rose&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's not real stars. dont get too excited. just raindrops on the car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;missing the nights of cambodia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eve... after exams, dearie. we'll hang out at your place, yeah?&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111252953274836631?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111252953274836631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111252953274836631' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two msgs I saw on the net.. sharing it with everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perspectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day a father and his rich family took his young son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very good, Dad!"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you learn?"&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things?&lt;br /&gt;If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude toward life, you've got everything! You can't buy any of these things.&lt;br /&gt;You can have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc., but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fisherman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied "only a little while".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked, "but what do you do with the rest of your time?" The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life, senor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican fisherman asked, "But senor, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15-20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But what then, senor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American laughed and said that's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Millions, senor? Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The American said, "Then you would retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111078375210245238?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111078375210245238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111078375210245238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111078375210245238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111078375210245238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/03/inspirational-msgs.html' title='inspirational msgs'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111071601809692124</id><published>2005-03-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:13:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars in singapore</title><content type='html'>I saw the stars tonight when walking home. It reminded me of Cambodia except that it wasn't that clear and the sky was more blue than black. Wondering who has a canvas sheet now so my sis and i can sit below the big tree and admire the stars. You all all hereby invited to join me if u all want. Once all the void deck lights are spoilt or once they off all of it, it will be really dark so that we can see the stars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111071601809692124?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111071601809692124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111071601809692124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111071601809692124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111071601809692124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/03/stars-in-singapore.html' title='stars in singapore'/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111068494034114450</id><published>2005-03-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:35:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont check here often for posts.. had a pleasant surprise of all the posts made.. felt a sense of achievement that i remember the userid and password for this blog. or else i wouldnt have the chance to blog .. well well.. will remember it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite amazed that about 3/4 months have passed since we returned from cambodia. Time flies isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so not long ago, that we are all squatting at the worksite waiting for the contractor to give instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-ing up to bath at the starry-starry-nite makeshift toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so not long ago that we have stayed out late beneath the blanket of stars, with each other's company. Leaning on to rach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so not long ago, that we would criticize each grp's lunch and dinner, when the fact that they are edibles is alrdy an fortunate event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing smiles to ur faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we have came a long way from the trip. Everyone is sucked back into the education system of Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic life in spore, made many of us dreaming of escape. Escaping to Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time is asset,  not a commodity. Time in abundance, not in rations. Where, u can look up into the blueblue sky, decorated with white puffy clouds, and think... think about.. the birds in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;and not think about.. the amount of time u have to the deadline of ur assignment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapism.. I am a escapist.. But escape isnt always the best way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With youth comes courage and opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not waste our youth, not waste the opportunites that we have now. To put up with a fight, to strive for our dreams, our goals, our lofty ambitions.. before settling down in relaxation in a place like cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, when u r down and out, u would have memories of ur fight. Ur shot in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that's wad many ppl are looking for, isnt it? Having their shot at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha... Million Dollar Baby influenced my thots. Having a shot at life, and dying for the attempt is worth it. The point is, the fact that u tried in the first place, doesnot matter if u failed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this seems like an entry, to control my straying thots.. for the upcoming exams... CONCENTRATION ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks... and we can start planning for all those holiday plans we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you peeps ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ shumz,&lt;br /&gt;sunday,  march 13&lt;br /&gt;11.20 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. wanted to post a grp photo we took at the airport. BUT, computer idiot here doesnt know how to. Keeps directing the pics to my blog.. instead of here.. well.. heck it..&lt;br /&gt;u imagine the 23 of us.. standing at the gates of Phomn penh airport. Going home to sg..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination..one of the most powerful tool of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wait til someone teaches me how to upload photos.. or else...rely on imagination.. haha.. blehz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-111068494034114450?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111068494034114450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111068494034114450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111068494034114450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111068494034114450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-check-here-often-for-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-111006382466797511</id><published>2005-03-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:03:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankz Saz for the enlightenment! We need not care of the quantity of time we had altogether but the QUALITY of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally things are settling into place for me after a week of turmoil in both work &amp; family. It felt like I was starring in "A Series of Unfortunate Events". I realised I didn't do my best as a son &amp;amp; I can only blame myself even further for that. Well, the details of the happenings are subtle yet mild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During this period of "crisis", I really came to discover something deep inside me which I have not really noticed it myself for the past 22 years. Whenever anything disheartening occurs in my Home, I actually lost the focal point in my studies and other miscellaneous stuffs. All I was eyeing was to resolve the current breakdown in my Home as quickly &amp; effective as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I am trying to share with you people is that well-maintained family ties will enhance one's performance in handling all sorts of challenges in life while a broken one will cause distraction &amp; hinderance. To me, this hold truth and as for you, you have to explore within yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words within words! Another point I want bring out is that WE know how to cherish our rare company &amp; limited time together but then we often overlooked this when we are gifted with the abundance of time &amp;amp; company with our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People will only discover what they missed when things went missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A soul-searched &amp;amp; relieved LCC&lt;/em&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/9788625-111006382466797511?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111006382466797511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=111006382466797511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111006382466797511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/111006382466797511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/03/self-realisation.html' title='Self-Realisation'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110951903820741387</id><published>2005-02-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:45:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cobweb of paths trodden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it takes two...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;reading what derrick wrote. a familiar hammering into a conciousness that no longer resounded. we had shared the same stretch of path. can we ask for anything more? and now our paths diverge. each lives their own. there is only so much of us that we can give. and the clock keeps ticking on by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;truthfully, it matters not how much we meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;but how much of each other we keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the recesses of our hearts and minds. memories of our bonds kept in suspended animation. undiminished by the passage of time. so when the time comes where our paths cross again. be it over a meal. a short gathering. or just a bump in the street. may we resume where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saz&lt;/p&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/9788625-110951903820741387?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110951903820741387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110951903820741387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110951903820741387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110951903820741387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/cobweb-of-paths-trodden.html' title='cobweb of paths trodden'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110857048699427984</id><published>2005-02-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:14:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes shoes shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm more than willing to rent out some storage place... but erm... i might just wear it every now and then... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And YES! Shopping!!!! I wanna buy shoes. I wanna buy earrings. I wanna buy... oh so many things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I no money... HOW EVE?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh! And I'm not going to your blog until you update it. Wah liao... everytime I go in, I see a pic of your hamster... -________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You did that on purpose right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okie dokie! Gonna go shower now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110857048699427984?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110857048699427984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110857048699427984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110857048699427984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110857048699427984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='Shoes shoes shoes!'/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110854787239347910</id><published>2005-02-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:57:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping ar</title><content type='html'>ok.. tangs sale presently on, osmose 50 percent off everything in the shop.. metro having sale too.. but not really very worth it in metro.. problem here cuz I have no money to shop!! i feel like getting more shoes from tangs cuz they really have worth it shoes whenever tangs sale is on.. but my mother has threatened to lock me out of the house should i come home with more shoes.. how? i go rent storage space is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110854787239347910?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110854787239347910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110854787239347910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110854787239347910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110854787239347910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/shopping-ar.html' title='shopping ar'/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110852144332352355</id><published>2005-02-16T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:37:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know the answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The cat will say.... "I AM BACK!" or "I AM BLACK!" whichever one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shithead! I'm feeling cold, man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahahaha! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In boring LTB now which I'm supposed to listen and to finish my pain-in-my-ASSignment... =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna go shooppping!!! EVELYN!! Can we go shopping?! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110852144332352355?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110852144332352355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110852144332352355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110852144332352355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110852144332352355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-know-answer-cat-will-say.html' title=''/><author><name>[may]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913138833950077173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/pinkmangojuice/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110822327019939526</id><published>2005-02-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:47:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paiseh hor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;alamak...wat m i writing? i hope tis has not affected anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon self-reflection, its too selfish a thought frm me...ppl oso have their own private time n space...i thk i dat time my tao nao lagi pia liao...I am so sorry, people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i muz go get myself a nicer frame coz i nt in the rit frame of mind...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheer u ppl up...i have a cian bian wun da ti...got two snow-white cats looking upon a hole...one of em jumps in...aft a while it jumps up...it became entirely black from head down to the paws....so wat is the 1st thing the black cat will say to the white cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCC&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/9788625-110822327019939526?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110822327019939526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110822327019939526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110822327019939526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110822327019939526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/paiseh-hor.html' title='Paiseh hor...'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110817369990900117</id><published>2005-02-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:01:39.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We talk to each other a lot on msn. Which is why this blog is not activated very often. The blog is just a way of telling the whole group something. Because group conversation on msn is very hard since some pple tend to be silent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last entry was quite sad. I have to refute that though. Because i have been meeting u all a lot more than my other friends. Which means sacrifice on my time on other things. Cuz there is always a trade-off and opportunity cost in whatever choices we make. I suppose in some way that human nature is selfish. We won't want to lose out in what we think is the best for ourselves. Whether it is or not is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it take two hands to clap. But sometimes, it is a choice on the other side to drift away and ignore whatever overtures that the other person makes. And sometimes, it is too late to go back to what things use to be when u realise that u are lost and want to drift back. Very often, things change and people change. We can never go back to the way things are in Cambodia. A lot has happened since then, too much i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that may happen or blow up next, let's all take it in our stride and remember that we were all happy and got along well in Cambodia. Let not the trivial things ruin what could have been a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110817369990900117?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110817369990900117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110817369990900117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110817369990900117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110817369990900117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-talk-to-each-other-lot-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110806432074552990</id><published>2005-02-11T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:38:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da Jia Hao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Rooster New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year means a new door...&lt;br /&gt;A new door means a new hope...&lt;br /&gt;A new hope means a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning means a new adventure...&lt;br /&gt;A new adventure means a new journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone &amp; where is everyone? I pondered...is it that I have nothing better to do or people are just simply too busy to make time for themselves &amp;amp; for us...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, something special from our fellowship is fading or leaking away...It no longer used to be what it used to be...Tranquility among us has taken a step further &amp; gradually became more noticeable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is our fellowship decreasing exponentially or experiencing half-life decay? At least on the optimistic view, it will not reach a zero value. No one seems to blogging here since Ray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of us even agreed that we had constructed something special in our friendship but then does this "something special" has the strength &amp;amp; stamina to last us the century. Or will this "something special" inevitably became a thing of the past? I hope not...but I am still certain that the "something special" is still somewhere here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It takes two hands to clap..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lao Chek Chek&lt;/em&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;Shithead&lt;/em&gt; cum &lt;em&gt;Lousy Pangsai&lt;/em&gt; plus &lt;em&gt;Trishawman&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110806432074552990?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110806432074552990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110806432074552990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110806432074552990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110806432074552990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/02/half-life.html' title='Half-Life?'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110559279917013159</id><published>2005-01-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:06:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS Cambodia............</title><content type='html'>Revisiting the photographs of YEP never fails to put a smile on my face. All the sweet memories would start overwhelming me. I kinda missed the life there.......... Wake up at 6.30 or sometimes 7am........ Bright sun shining at everyone asses already......... Take a short walk to the well and wash up for a brand new day awaiting for tasks to be assign...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come noon and everyone stop whatever they are busy with to make their way to the cooking area sampling atrocious culinary....... Sometimes good though, Lol........... Siesta~~~~ Washing laundry, sleeping, playing or just plain gossiping about the latest development in the reality TV........A call to duty by Pei Pei or Ailvera echoed then follow by moaning,groaning or just some noises by everyone slacking to signify the following embedded message; "Huh, work again???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding, hammering, human chain or what not till we call it a day............ Jogging session, temple visiting or plain slacking followed after the "hectic" day...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk befallen upon us........ And comes the night preparation for the facilitation....... Sharing of views, thoughts and life. Headlines on, pen and papers up........ Everyone started scribbling notes for their Angel and Mortal or journal jotting.......... Stars gazing, orientation games initiated by anybody........ The villagers of Ba Kong, night dwellers of Singapore together under the blanket of stars singing, playing and merry making...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till slumber in the comfy sleeping bags, under the tents and beside people whom we deemed worthy friends..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IT........... The sweet memories...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off, Ray............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110559279917013159?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110559279917013159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110559279917013159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110559279917013159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110559279917013159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-cambodia.html' title='I MISS Cambodia............'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110486641205815214</id><published>2005-01-05T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T03:22:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phantoms of my mind</title><content type='html'>thus we diverge along our individual paths in life. the stretch that we shared so intensely will always be fondly remembered. never to be forgotten. because it would never be relived again. everything is transient. except the memories that we hold. even then time filters them. leaving only the essence of them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning to school. seeing familiar faces. familiar features. like putting on again a skin that i didn't realise i had taken off. walking thru the corridors. bouncing from one hi to another. and then thinking where were you guys. and then i realised how absurd the thought. half of you are not from around here. and then i smiled. knowing how much i had lost myself to the feeling of having you around. and as sad as it seems, i know that i carry most of you with me through my days. and that is enough for me till the next we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saz&lt;br /&gt;wed, jan 25th. 3.24am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110486641205815214?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110486641205815214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110486641205815214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110486641205815214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110486641205815214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/01/phantoms-of-my-mind.html' title='phantoms of my mind'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110471579438425591</id><published>2005-01-03T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T09:29:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of school</title><content type='html'>oh well, school starts for most today.. with the start of school, i guess we won't see each other as much as before. But i hope that whatever we have won't die down suddenly and we become the type of people who only hi and bye on the streets. i guess it will be easier to meet people in school now that i know they exist. and the reality tv shows would be so much harder to catch up on. this year chinese new year week is going to be very long cuz my profs all reschduled  lessons so i will only start school on the 15 feb.. haha.. mini holiday! so i can meet u all then, so keep a day free and all of us singles can celebrate v day! Ps: i bake a super mean chocolate cup cake for v day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110471579438425591?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110471579438425591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110471579438425591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110471579438425591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110471579438425591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/01/start-of-school.html' title='start of school'/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110458129503681318</id><published>2005-01-02T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:08:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XIE XIE NE MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello once again! Merry New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must first thank Jason for inviting us to his house for the countdown party...Hopefully we din make much of a mess...I really N'joy my time there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I oso wan to thank all of us in our efforts to strength our Cambo Fellowship as the days goes by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once sch starts, it will be difficult for us to chill out...so everyone try to make tis blog alive...N'way we got the msn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take Care, LAO CHEK CHEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110458129503681318?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110458129503681318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110458129503681318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110458129503681318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110458129503681318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/01/xie-xie-ne-men.html' title='XIE XIE NE MEN'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110458058789765223</id><published>2005-01-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:56:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LCC 1st time blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi all, this is my 1st time blogging...juz wanna test it out...will write more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110458058789765223?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110458058789765223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110458058789765223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110458058789765223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110458058789765223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2005/01/lcc-1st-time-blogging.html' title='LCC 1st time blogging...'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110430031432030370</id><published>2004-12-29T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T14:05:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the nominees are...</title><content type='html'>Who says Cambodia is deprived of good television? In this short span of 3 weeks, Singaporean talent have brought new meaning to Television in the Kingdom of Cambodia. We have seen the ups and down of romance in a foreign land, laughed aloud at the comic performances of the loved frog and pig, sang along to &lt;em&gt;dayong sampan &lt;/em&gt;with the &lt;em&gt;achar! &lt;/em&gt;cast and lament at the bittersweet of unrequited love in &lt;em&gt;Under the Stars...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nominees of the most popular TV series are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Bananaville&lt;br /&gt;2)Bringing Home the Bacon&lt;br /&gt;3) Under The Stars&lt;br /&gt;4) Achar! ( Malay version 1.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for your favourite series Now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel, PR executive, Sing-Cam-Vision-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110430031432030370?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110430031432030370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110430031432030370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110430031432030370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110430031432030370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-nominees-are.html' title='And the nominees are...'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110421316324525049</id><published>2004-12-28T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:14:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thankyou post</title><content type='html'>a thank you post from the pretty tree ( reminds me of LOTR talking trees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid blogspot really doesnt like me... ate up my post once again.. so i m writing everything once again.. hopefully that i din miss out much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wanna say that never once in this whole trip of 21 days that i ever regretted paying $400 to become a bangla worker in camb. although i have to admit that i am unsure before setting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is due to self concerns.. Whether i would be able to survive without the comforts of life, without close frenz, without my family to look after me. In the end, i m proud to say, not only myself, but everyone has survived the 21 days in cambodia. AND enjoyed it. *applause please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip has changed me. I am sure it has changed u too. However, the changes are so unique to each individual for it to be properly described. One event seen by several people, evokes different thoughts and feelings. I have changed, yet unable to say in which ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has showed me a wider perspective of life. A greater understanding of life. To those who spend time writing religously in their journals, or at least allocated some time at night to think thru things. U guys would know what i mean. i have seen some subtle changes in some of u during the trip. Triggered off some self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the close bonds that we formed in these 21 days would be treasured by each and everyone of us. a silent pledge made out to everyone,on my part, to keep in touch. Thru msn, phone, sms or  a once in a while meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going to start soon, and my stomach will start feeling sick soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days before our lives are taken over by projects and deadlines, and tutorials for the ntu ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regretted going on the trip. It seems to be a stopover, for me to have a chance to breathe the outside air before starting the race again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU PPL ! ( for wadeva u are trying to do now, or in the future!)&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/9788625-110421316324525049?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110421316324525049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110421316324525049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421316324525049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421316324525049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2004/12/thankyou-post.html' title='a thankyou post'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110421247060956952</id><published>2004-12-28T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:41:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"after all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shld crown the actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best actor and actoresses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supporting roles.. the stage crew and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus give recognition to all those tuning in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without our support. the reality tv series would not have survived"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contributed by a pretty tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110421247060956952?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110421247060956952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110421247060956952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421247060956952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421247060956952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-all-these-we-shld-crown-actors.html' title=''/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110421046738618588</id><published>2004-12-28T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:07:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn here</title><content type='html'>let me add some spice here since no one seems to be blogging.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night was nice, although i wasn't in the mood to really eat.. And my parents not home yet so no one commenting on the late hours that i keeping with u all yet.. haha.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really glad that i joined this trip and got to know u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? My younger sis said that kom pheak was cute.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110421046738618588?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110421046738618588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110421046738618588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421046738618588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110421046738618588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2004/12/evelyn-here.html' title='Evelyn here'/><author><name>meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788625.post-110405278578110812</id><published>2004-12-26T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T17:19:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>1.2.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788625-110405278578110812?l=prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/feeds/110405278578110812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788625&amp;postID=110405278578110812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110405278578110812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788625/posts/default/110405278578110812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolorng-khmer.blogspot.com/2004/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Soul of Cambodia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437379198505316115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
