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Volunteer for Frisbee at Kampong Speu

Running and jumping is hard. I need long arms, long legs, long body to reach the disk. However, frisbee makes me want to grow–not taller, but stronger as a human being.

There are not many women who would play sport since some Cambodians still believe that women who are muscular are all ugly. And the man should be the one who participates in those activities. But, I think that anyone can be anything. Sport is not just for tall or short, fat or skinny, black or white–it is the action of making you healthy and to release some stress; even more is to meet new people and to create new friends.

I had fallen in love with one more sport besides basketball, and that is Frisbee. There are not many Cambodians who know about this beautiful sport. I am just one of the trainers for BeeForce for about 5 months. However, I had learn to work as a team, be integrity, and be respectful to the other team members.

My teammates and I wanted to bring this sport to young Cambodians. So we had decided to volunteer and spend our weekend to teach CAMKIDS’ students of how to play frisbee. The students were very excited and nervous at the same time. It was a big baking day where we were running back and force on the field to catch the frisbee. I was very grateful to see how much they love this sport and wanted us to come back again.

I got some beautiful drawing from the student’s their for a thank you.

 

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Frisbee at Malaysia

Frisbee was not one of my favorite sports. Because I am small to catch the disk, to block the offense, and actually to throw when there is a defense with the long arms to block you. There are lots and lots of running, jumping, catching, and throwing the disk. But at last, I was selected to be one of the frisbee players to go to Malaysia.

I was very impressed by the view in Malaysia and the people there. Most people know how to speak more than two languages: English, Chinese, Malaysian, Korean, Japanese and others. Their food was very spicy and salty. I like those tastes but I don’t eat spicy that well so I ate always have sandwiches for my breakfast and lunch.

Besides the food, people are friendly there. I was lost on the second day because my roommates had the key to get in. I used the elevator to go from one floor to another to find them. But I am stuck on one of the floors because I don’t have the card. I asked the people there and they help me out. I was a bit scared by finally them come back to the room.

However, we played three games on the first day and another three games on the second day. We won the first game and lose to the rest. But we had learned a lot from other teams with their techniques. We have always had a spiritual game after the game. The captains were the one who said about positive things and how thankful we were to play and learn from them. They usually surprised of how young we are; we are 14-18 year old and they are about 22+.

It was a great trip and I wish to experience more games in the future.

 

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The Falling Petal

This is a story of plants lover girl who been absorbed by 100 petals lotus into the other world. She discovered that she is a man once she woke up and also suddenly become a god that people respect. But only one guy that doesn’t believe her, and so she tries to ask him to bring her back. However, some substances distract her. The weak world needs her but she can only stay for 100 days before she dies. Will she throw everything away to save this world or go back home with the guy?

This is one piece of the story. 

Aquarius 1rd

My eyes open wisely as I heard the sound of the eagle wander around my ear.

“Where is this place?” I asked myself as I sit up straight and look around.

The room is like a teepee with 17 long small oak tree’ trunks as a pole, prop up about 20 ft from the ground. At one side of the room is connected to another really small room about 4m2. This whole place is covering by white fabric that makes me feel I am in the funeral ceremony. But because of those artistic drawing of animals, rivers, flowers, trees, stars, moon, and the sun, make the room looks more lively. The rustling ground holding the tables, bed, and chairs that made out of Krongoung trees. Some rare stuff such as white tigers and lions heads are hanging as a decoration and I can see their skin has been used as bed sheets.

Continue reading “The Falling Petal”

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Book Launched Event

On August 3rd, 2017, I went the book launch called the Mekong Shadows, Tales from Cambodia with my father and sister. I was the second winner in writing the short story under the theme “Noir”. There are about five or six Cambodian who wrote the story including me. I was the youngest author in the book and it made me nervous and excited.

 

My short story called “Little Girl and the Hat”. It was about the life of a little five-year-old girl who suffered from the loss of her mother and finance problems. The story express the feeling of younger with an adult mind because of the experiences she has been through.

 

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Khmer Short Story

When I have free time, I also love writing a fictional story in the Khmer Language. Due to my experience, I think that both Khmer and English writing format are similar. But the difference is that there are more flexible using Khmer words that English as Khmer is my first language.

This is one piece of a story I wrote. I am planning to write them in series.

កញ្ញាដំបងយក្ស or Ms. Cactus

The story is about a girl who has a mother as Pnoung and her father as a foreigner. After her mother died, her father came and pick her up to live in the city. Because her behavior and survival skills are difference from other people, it is hard for a 17-year-old girl to live. On the first day of school, she is introduced to a fine young man that people called “A student council president” to look after her. At first, she wonders why the school director lets her be under control of the bad mouth guy. Sooner she realizes that he isn’t that bad and that he also a guys that she is looking for.

កញ្ញាដំបងយក្ស

ដំបងយក្ស គឺជាប្រភេទប្រទាលម្យ៉ាង ស្រោបដោយបន្លាតូចៗ ដែលភាគច្រើនប្រជាជនខ្មែរ យកវាមកធ្វើជារបងផ្ទះ។ ប្រទាលនេះគឺមានរូបរាងធំ រឹងមាំ អាចបន្លាច មនុស្សសត្វ និងរុក្ខជាតិផ្សេងទៀតមិនអោយចូលមកក្នុងគេហដ្ធានរបស់អ្នកបាន។ ដោយមាឌដំបងធំ និងកាយវិការគំរោះគំរើយបែបនេះហើយ ទើបគ្មានអ្នកណាចូលចិត្ត ឬចង់សាកប៉ះពាល់រូបពិតនៅក្រោយសំបករបស់ដំបងយក្ស។

អុក អឹក អឹ អឺ អឺ!!! Continue reading “Khmer Short Story”

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CRUSH

How can I face those cold big eyes?
It’s freezing me till I die
Into the arm of my hero
The Heroin that I addicted to
 
The sweetness sense for goodness sake
Dissolves my heart and Snaps my brain
Stinks all my sense of humor
Bewilders me into the clown
 
How can I dare forget your kiss?
Those red lips that tremble in front of my cheeks
Those cherry smile under the blossom trees
Confiscates all of my attention
 
The soft pillow I want to hold
The long, short breathe beneath my chin
The ticklish bites that I want you to give me
The velvety voice that never disappears
 
How can I give up so soon?
The beautiful wall that I breakthrough
The long wise hair falls on my hands
I braid our love into the moon
 
Who knows that I get drunk by your chocolate?
The bitterness that I don’t care
You poison me into the depth of despair
Can’t get back home without your mercy
 
I lose along the games you play
Crush by your crushes to take you out
How can you not accept my love
Love me or not, Babe please say yes!
 
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National Authority For Combating Drugs

Our exploration is about the Drug in Cambodia. To be able to get the information, we went to National Authority For Combating Drugs. There are over 20,000 drug users that the police had caught in 2017. They think that they need to time them by 5 because they didn’t know how much more who are hiding in the dark. The popular drug in Cambodia is Methamphetamine. The drug is effective both mental and physical. We can identify them by their lack of famished, their messiness, and aggressiveness. People usually come back to the place that stops the drug 20 times because they can’t stop using it. They need to pay much amount of money and also get into the jail; if they don’t refuse to get treatment, they don’t need to go to jail.

 

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Art in the Ads

Many people are very sensitive to art and design that tells them stories, to colors that induce them to cry, smile, wonder, and yearn, and to typography that grabs their attention. To be able to get customers, many businesses try to find attractive packages, flyers, print and video ads. The job of creating the colors, the typography, and the art in this ads are handled by graphic designers.

I have an exploration called Art in Cambodia, which is about making printed ads, posters, storyboard, and magazine. We were using an old technique of creating printed ads and creating new printed ads by the 80s-90s styles.

By: Orbit                            By: Vornsar

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Two Colors for K and E

              អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃអូន​ 
                បទពាក្យ ៧

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃសរសៃសូត្រ     ទោរទន់យោរយកតាមអក្ខរា

ក្រអូបឈ្ងុយឈ្ងប់ក្លិនបុស្បា     បង់បោយយាត្រាតាមសំបុត្រ ។


អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃត្រកងអូន      រាត្រីសាយ័នស្នេហ៌បរិសុទ្ធ

ពេលណាអ្នកមកអោយចន្ទផុត   ទុក្ខារាប់សិបក្នុងចិន្តា ។


អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃប្រលាក់ពណ៍ ​​​​​​ ​  ម្ចាស់ដៃរូបល្អ ក្នុងលោកា

ភ្លេចញាំខ្ចៅខ្ចងម្ចូរម្លូរស្លា     ភ្លេចខ្លុយស្នេហារូបអូនហើយ ។


អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃទិសនិរតី       មិនអាសូរស្រីបក់មិនល្ហើយ

ឬអ្នកជួបហង្សថ្មីទៅហើយ    បានរូបត្រាណត្រើយកន្ទើយចិត្ត ។


អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃកូរទឺកល្អក់     ទឹកភ្នែកកខ្វក់ដៃប្រឌិត

អូនលេងជឿហើយពាក្យស្នេហ៍ស្និទ្ធ សូមបួសលាងចិត្តលាងកម្មស្នេហ៍។


អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃអ្នកអង្វរ ​​    ផ្លែល្វារូបល្អដែលបែកបែរ

ជាតិថ្មីជាតិចាស់មិនចង់ក្បែរ  អោអើយម្ចាស់ស្នេហ៍លារហូត៕
​​​ ​​​​​           Melancholy hands

Melancholy hands of a silky thread

Rampant and swing along certain words

Scented fragrance of the flowers

Waving the expedition from the letters

 

Melancholy hands that hold me

The Aurora nights, and the true love

When will you come to the moon

Help her to overcome the painfulness in her heart

 

Melancholy hands that fill with paint

The hands of the pulchritudinous man on the universe

Forget his snail food, sour soup, Areca nuts and betel leaves

Forget his beloved flute that I gave to him

 

Melancholy hands from the southwest

No sympathy for this anguish

It’s because you find another golden bird

That’s why you turn your back at me

 

Melancholy hands stir the unclear water

The dirty tears, the liar’s hands

No more belief in your counterfeit words

Become a nun to clean the karma

 

Melancholy hands begging me

The beautiful fig cheated on love

Next life, old life, wish not to see you again

My little darling, just say goodbye

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Rusting Sound of an old Casino

Rusting Sound of an old Casino

You come and then you go

You forget but you pretend like you know

A little wave crushing the sand

The saltiness decay of your old man

I blow away before you bury me


I'm stuck in the grave

While you catch the cloud

Watching it turns into my tears

I lock my legs with all my bones

Waiting for you to call me home


Until the day you knock me down

These clowns wearing a new crown

A cancer has besieged this rotten apple

Because of you

A forced goodbye

While watching the new dancing grass smile.