<?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-6027571006638089540</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:24:54.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duc Onsite</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-1739831263639639980</id><published>2009-03-08T22:08:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:12:16.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloopers in Cambodia!</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been a long while since I updated my blog.  The reason being is that I haven't have much to talk about really. It's pretty much the same old with me, teaching English, going to church, leading Bible study, etc...  Nothing knew.  So I thought that it'll be boring to reiterate all the things that I already told you guys.  So this update, I wanna use it to show you all the bloopers (funny things / interesting things) that happens to me in Cambodia.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wow, there is such a big difference here in Cambodia regarding washroom layout.  In the malls and other restaurant, men washroom are fully exposed to anyone who passes by.  The urinals are fully expose to curious eyes.  For example, if you want pass the washroom and look in, you can see people peeing!  That's intersting..  And what's more is that the cleaning person (ALWAYS a lady by the way) clean the washroom while people are inside.  This one time I was using the urinal and the cleaning lady just stood beside me and start cleaning the floor.  That felt really uncomfortable LOL.  But it's the culture, so I guess I just have to get used to getting expose while I'm in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A month after I got my precious moto (they call motorcycle here moto), I got into an accident.  It was pretty lame considering that I didn't actually hit anybody but the road.  There was a gigantic pothole in the r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSbu6XrngI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AHN4xmlee1c/s1600-h/CIMG2524+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSbu6XrngI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AHN4xmlee1c/s200/CIMG2524+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041090821529090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oad and I jumped right into it.  And somebody figure that it was a smart thing to cover the hole in sand so as soon as I landed, I got zero traction and skid across the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbScC_wilgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zmOTzUyCf14/s1600-h/CIMG2948+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbScC_wilgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zmOTzUyCf14/s200/CIMG2948+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041435865355778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;road.  I suffer minor scrapes while my roomate (who was with me) got a major bruise on the knee.  My poor baby (moto) got scratched up pretty good.  But it turn out to be a good thing.  Since I named her Bumblebee, and she was blue, I decided to fix her up and gave her new paints.  Now she is truly my Bumblebee.  She has a slick looking yellow coat on her with black linings.  Here is a before and after picture.  Pretty slick and sexy eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  So Hung got his moto and it was working very nicely.  Then my friends and I and Hung decided to celebrate the occasion by going to eat out in the mall.  On the way there, his throttle wire snapped and rendered his moto useless.  We had two options: first, we can pay like $10USD for a tuk tuk to take his moto back to my house or second, we can be cheap about it and pushed it back (which was like 10KM).  We took the cheaper path lol.  So in our cleverness, we had my moto riding next to his moto while he holds onto my friend's hands so that my moto was pulling his.  This would be so illegal in Canada and we would probably be fined big time.  But it was so fun here in Cambodia because there is so much freedom.  You can pretty much do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  So I got into trouble with the law when I was riding my moto.  I made a left turn when I shouldn't have (along with like 6 other people) and the police pulled me over (and of course they would, I'm a foreigner).  So we spent like 15 minutes there arguing with them that we were just following traffic and such.  At the end, they wanted like $3USD.  Their exact words, "you give us $3 for coffee and we let you go."  ahhaha, it was so funny.  Because I was mad, I start bargaining with them.  In the end, we manage to get away with it for $2USD.  It was interesting because you can actually bargain for anything here... even your tickets / fine... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Since the road to our house was under construction, the garbage truck could not get to the houses on our block.  The garbage start to stack up really really high and then we became &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSe4gsOchI/AAAAAAAAAP8/J0irQrpXgIQ/s1600-h/CIMG3530+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSe4gsOchI/AAAAAAAAAP8/J0irQrpXgIQ/s200/CIMG3530+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311044554261950994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desperate.  Then one day, I was woken up from my nap by this really stinky smell. I stepped outside only to find that my landlord and all the neighbor decided to take matters into their own hand.  They gathered the garbage together infront of each one of their house and had a neighborhood burning garbage party.  It was so stinky, so bad for our health and environment...  Here's a picture of one of the house.  It just blew my mind away.  It was so different than what I experience in Canada.  Burning even a campfire in a provincial park will get you in trouble in Canada but you can burn anything here, even garbage in front of your house and it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSfvbvQOiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/r_KU1dU8Koo/s1600-h/CIMG2946+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSfvbvQOiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/r_KU1dU8Koo/s200/CIMG2946+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311045497825278498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  It was the harvesting season here in Cambodia and we decided to have a little venture into producing our own crop at home.  We cleared off a patch of land and start planting vegetable seeds.  I wasn't sure what was being planted but it was a fun experience.  We titled the soil, watered it with like dog poo, and sow the seeds.  To my surprise, it turn out great!  I felt so proud because we had grew our own food.  I can only imagine a better feeling if I was killing my own food.  But planting is good too.  Here is a picture of our little crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I wen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbShKT2g2sI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nv79hF7asPA/s1600-h/CIMG3280+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbShKT2g2sI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nv79hF7asPA/s200/CIMG3280+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311047059076340418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to the market and came across a stand that really caught my attention.  It featured a lady with a couple basket of bugs!  It had snakes, crickets, spiders, croaches, maggots, etc.  I wanted to try it so badly but I figure I couldn't stomach it.  It wasn't until my ELE that I manage to try the cricket, which wasn't that bad.  It's sorta crunchy and tasteless really.  Then my taste for adventure really flourished when I visited a restaurant that feature dog meat.  Umm, seriously, don't judge.  Wait until you try it.  You'll never go back to cow, chicken, or pork.  Dog's the new future!  It inspired me to raise a dog farm and sell dog meat in Canada (if that was not illegal). =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSiCSTPYtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/obVQI-kb_E8/s1600-h/CIMG3533+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSiCSTPYtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/obVQI-kb_E8/s200/CIMG3533+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311048020732633810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  So i was with my mentor to head to the new CAMA office that was just built and on my way to the office I saw something shocking.  It was an electrician fixing up a broken line near the office.  It was so crazy because he climbed this really tall ladder without having the ladder lean on anything else.  Instead, there were two guys at the base holding this ladder (it wasn't a triangle ladder either, it was just a straight up ladder).  Talking about dangerous...  And to make things worse, it was an open line and he wasn't wearing gloves...  Seriously, this is so illegal and should be illegal, even in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Since the time I got here until now, God had really blessed me with access to a laundry machine.  For the first 2 months, I used the machine at the office until it move to the new location.  Then I stop using it because it was simply too far away (on the outskirt of Phnom Penh).  However, that's when my brother came and I start using his mentor's laundry machine.  It was really nice of them to let me use it until they found out that it had double their wat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSjbljWWzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1KDCn_Ge9vo/s1600-h/CIMG3733+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSjbljWWzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1KDCn_Ge9vo/s200/CIMG3733+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311049554908830514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er and electric billing.  Then they kindly tell me to stop wasting their money. =)  So now i'm stuck with doing laundry by hand.  I've never done it, not even on my short term trip to Thailand (one of the local girl there was nice enough to do it for me).  So I had to learn a new skill.  At first, it took me three hours in the hot beating sun to finish one load.  By the end of it, my hands were totally blistered.  But after a month of doing it, I was so glad that I learn.  I'm so proud of myself now because my clothes smell better, they're way cleaner, and I have the sense of satisfaction of knowing that not only did I planted my own food, I washed my own clothing.  YAY for independencies! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer Request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a couple of personal issue that I prefer not to share right now in this blog but I do have prayer requests for them.  If you are kind enough to pray for me, I really appreciate it.  First off, I want to ask God for knowledge and wisdom and strength to finish well.  The last two months is actually the most busy month for me since i have a couple of projects that I'm in charge off.  Some of the project really stretch me because it requires me to learn new skills, which I'm not so accustomed to.  I will share in my next blog what they are but for now, it is suffice to say that I really need God's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I pray for God to give me wisdom of what He wants me to do with my future.  There are certain things that I'm really confuse about and I really want God's guidance.  Pray for affirmation and guidance in my life.  Thanks for checking up on me for those who are reading this blog.  Next blog, I will be telling you about my wonderful trip to Thailand on my ELE.  Until next time, God blesses you my friend.  Cya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-1739831263639639980?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1739831263639639980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=1739831263639639980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1739831263639639980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1739831263639639980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloopers-in-cambodia.html' title='Bloopers in Cambodia!'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SbSbu6XrngI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AHN4xmlee1c/s72-c/CIMG2524+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-2362437928544022960</id><published>2009-01-21T20:48:00.033-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:21:25.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Fortunate Events!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgPZ6y8DiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x3cyDDUB5t8/s200/CIMG3024+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998299928071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he wonderful and fun things I got to do and cool places that I got to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW, this is all in the month of December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a crazy month because of the three weeks Christmas holiday that I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Khmer Christians love to celebrate Christmas and each church held their Christmas services on different date so that they can go to all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During the holidays, I got a chance to go to like 5 different Christmas services, which was very exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On top of that, even though I had the three weeks holiday, I still manage to keep my English classes going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The English classes are doing really good and I just love every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn’t want the momentum to died out so I kept it going, which to my surprise, everybody attended it even though it was the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That really encouraged me in my ministry here and kinda makes me feel less homesick during Christmas because I was kept busy preparing lessons and tests and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On top of that, it kinda make me feel effective and that my ministry have some sort of significance in people lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, on with the update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Kampuchea Night Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A real downer living here in the dorm is that I have a curfew at 9:30PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgPx98yUsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/526WoMJldRc/s1600-h/CIMG2827+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgPx98yUsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/526WoMJldRc/s200/CIMG2827+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998713091543746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; first, I thought that was really lame because all the interesting things happen at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y mentor told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about three foreigner girls who got mugged and got their hands chopped on a busy street because they were out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was scary because I can relate to them somewhat from my personal experience with mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, during the holiday, my curfew got suspended and the boy and girl’s dorm decided to check out Phnom Penh’s night life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a chance to visit the night market here in Phnom Penh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It reminded me of Richmond’s night market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The market is pretty big, about the size of the average Superstore in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the shop and stalls are arrange in a square like pattern with clothing usually on the outsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQAtwhpqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eOCy7EfhHno/s1600-h/CIMG2817+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQAtwhpqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eOCy7EfhHno/s200/CIMG2817+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998966443189922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de, merchandises in the middle and at the center is the food area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping at the night market is a love and hate kinda experience for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The clothing are super cheap (if you know how to bargain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it when I go to a shop and the seller tells me an outrageous price (compare to Khmer’s standard) because I’m a foreigner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually I just walk off but if it’s something I really like, I tend to bargain my butt off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s a great experience because the seller would get angry at me for being so CHEAP (because I usually ask my friend what is a fair price and I usually bargain at 80% of that price).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQNuLqDVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zgSQVHE2OWI/s1600-h/CIMG2832+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQNuLqDVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zgSQVHE2OWI/s200/CIMG2832+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999189895286098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a couple of shirts at the night market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were these gen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ine Burberry polos for like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn’t that amazing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up buying 5 different colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r Burberry polo shirts and I tell my Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lish students that they were my mood shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yellow when I’m happy, li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ght blue when I’m mellowed, red when I’m passionate/hyper, white when I’m f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eeling spiritual, and black when I’m cynical and gl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQZ5R17oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o88csm7FI7c/s1600-h/CIMG2834+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQZ5R17oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o88csm7FI7c/s200/CIMG2834+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999399032450690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they’re only $4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, maybe they’re aren’t exactly genuine but who can honestly tell!? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I bought a bunch of Fox, Elements, Quiksilver and other name brand stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was actually thinking of getting a whole new wardrobe while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQj7wSZOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RZvs3g_5jwU/s1600-h/CIMG2855+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgQj7wSZOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RZvs3g_5jwU/s200/CIMG2855+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999571495707874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I’m here =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the market experience, we got a chance to hang out at the park n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ear the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Royal Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phnom Penh have an amazing night life because there were a lot of peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e hanging out at this park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even at 9:00PM, I still see a lot of people just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chilling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and playing sports (soccer and volleyball mostly) at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was funny because the boys and girls here are so stereotypical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While the boys and I are like wrecking havoc in the park (playing soccer, play fighting, making a ruckus) the girls were just chilling on the benches and taking p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ictures with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, it was a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One that I won’t experience again for awhile because of the curfew.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Human Rights Holiday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRTZVH3xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zgVyN8XccWA/s1600-h/CIMG2739+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRTZVH3xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zgVyN8XccWA/s200/CIMG2739+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000386888687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the Pol Pot regime, the Khmer people have a national Human Rights holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m guessing it’s a day where they celebrate Human Rights (to me, it’s more like human privileges because everything is by grace but that’s another story =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we decided to hang out at the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since most of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRgS65JKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p18CrEEU8Vc/s1600-h/CIMG2740+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRgS65JKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p18CrEEU8Vc/s200/CIMG2740+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000608506356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dorm students are from the province, they never had the chance to check out some of Phnom Penh touristy places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, visiting the museum was a love and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te experience (more love though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody paid like $0.10 while I had to pay $3.00 because I’m a foreigner, which kinda sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried blending in and speak Khmer but I guess my accent gave it away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the museum was a good experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so exposed to centuries of Khmer culture that I learn quite a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were some really interesting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starter, one of the things that the ancient Khmer were obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgR-ko3kiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MD4tUMKX3mY/s1600-h/CIMG2768+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgR-ko3kiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MD4tUMKX3mY/s200/CIMG2768+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001128658670114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; over we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;re penises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRypasHoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3WbgTN4uzXE/s1600-h/CIMG2738+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgRypasHoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3WbgTN4uzXE/s200/CIMG2738+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000923782946434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They erected (no pun intended) a lot of stone statues of penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was believed that these represent the gods’ penises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the base of the statues is a pathway that drains the rainwater and funneled it into a runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The peo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ple would drink the drained rainwater in hope of good fertility and good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, THAT’s INTERESTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The museum did not allow me to take pictures so I cannot really post them up but in the museum, I saw a lot of Buddhist statues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ranging from the Angko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r period all the way to modern Cambodian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In addition, I saw a lot of weapons that the ancient Cambodian used a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd it was very interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a sword that looks a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgSGUPJ5WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_rlnKKpriE/s1600-h/CIMG2786+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgSGUPJ5WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_rlnKKpriE/s200/CIMG2786+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001261694805346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ot like a Japanese Katana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked if they actually used this sword in ancient Cambodia and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it was confirmed that they did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weird huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgSSAD0lSI/AAAAAAAAALE/Hs-gmCUiuv4/s1600-h/CIMG2800+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgSSAD0lSI/AAAAAAAAALE/Hs-gmCUiuv4/s200/CIMG2800+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001462436992290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; always thought that Japanese were the only one that use those thing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, after the museum, we decided to go for a boat ride around the Tonle Sap river!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the cheapest boat ride I ever went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We rented a big boat for an hour for only $12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was nice to just relax and enjoy the view of Phnom Penh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the boat ride, we got to fellowship and talk a lot (which is a good chance for me to practice my Khmer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, we went to eat desert at a street stand and called it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall the day was a fun and interesting day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A Khmer Wedding!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTH_BnLkI/AAAAAAAAALM/SvxQmM7z7gg/s1600-h/CIMG2661+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTH_BnLkI/AAAAAAAAALM/SvxQmM7z7gg/s200/CIMG2661+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002389872225858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The leader of the girl’s dorm got married this past month and I was invited to their wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so excited because I finally got a chance to see a traditional Khmer wedding, which was a really cool experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTRx9DRAI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPAFwjN1Z5A/s1600-h/CIMG2669+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTRx9DRAI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPAFwjN1Z5A/s200/CIMG2669+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002558162125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Khmer wedding is so different from the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estern wedding that I was accustomed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starter, the invitation tells us to be there at 6:00PM but all the guys decided to go at 7:00PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, it’s normal to have people goi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ng to the wedding r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eception even after the bride and groom cut cake and do all the rituals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ds are se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rved to each table ONLY if that tabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTb5uxcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/E1xUUzNfcv4/s1600-h/CIMG2652+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTb5uxcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/E1xUUzNfcv4/s200/CIMG2652+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002732048413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e has ten people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unny because the girl’s table had eight people and they asked if I and my roommate would join them to which we said no (because it’s kinda awkward with just two guys and a bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nch of girls).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead we joined the boy table and got our food right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls got kinda mad because they were there since 5:00P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTngi7JyI/AAAAAAAAALk/69H9xpnFkOA/s1600-h/CIMG2704+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTngi7JyI/AAAAAAAAALk/69H9xpnFkOA/s200/CIMG2704+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002931446261538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M and did not get served because they don’t have enough peop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;le and the boys just arrive and got their food right away. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the ceremonies and such, we got a live band that play music for us to dance t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so much fun because I got to listen to a lot of the tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTvTFSGVI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q7Y-wpoHjPg/s1600-h/CIMG2686+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgTvTFSGVI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q7Y-wpoHjPg/s200/CIMG2686+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294003065271228754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aditional Khmer songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to witness some really old people getting funky and started to shake their b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooties which was rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lly entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also got to learn the traditional Khmer dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a side note, people (mostly girls) at Khmer weddings are dressed to the nines and they look so good..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a picture of me and one of the bridesmaid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough said =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no Emma, I’m not trying anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just think they’re cute, that’s all, I swear! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The Celebration of a Dead Cow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgUrmdlLMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nqw1JhO0bJU/s1600-h/CIMG2892+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgUrmdlLMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nqw1JhO0bJU/s200/CIMG2892+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294004101265566914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgUhtukxrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/obiJg1yRYOk/s1600-h/CIMG2877+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgUhtukxrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/obiJg1yRYOk/s200/CIMG2877+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294003931417200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a sad and happy incident th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o one of my friend during the holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently Channy and Mariya’s cow got hit by a car during the holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was grazing near the road and decided to cross it to find good pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At any rate, it got hit by a car and the leg was broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Mariya’s dad decided to butcher it to alleviate unnecessary sufferings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then all the boys and girls at the dorm were invited to come down to the countryside to join in on the feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a pretty experience because I’ve never been outside of Phnom Penh before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a good chance for me to see the countryside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgU2R4YpbI/AAAAAAAAAME/x9BKx0ewTbY/s1600-h/CIMG2905+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgU2R4YpbI/AAAAAAAAAME/x9BKx0ewTbY/s200/CIMG2905+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294004284719408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all took our motos to Mariya’s province.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It took us about an hour and a half to get to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVAdsHb-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/L3pZje3ZVLs/s1600-h/CIMG2911+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVAdsHb-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/L3pZje3ZVLs/s200/CIMG2911+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294004459687866338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was quite the adventure during the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The roads to the highway were filled with pot holes and dusts (which is quite bad for motorcycles because dusts take away traction).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make things worse, we have big trucks and SUV going super fast on these potholes filled roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the ride to the highway, I had a few close call when trucks and cars decided that they should have the right of way because they have a bigger vehicle…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVS_j6hmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yAxRfp86tB8/s1600-h/CIMG2921+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVS_j6hmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yAxRfp86tB8/s200/CIMG2921+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294004778017916514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got to the highway, the roads were more like North American roads and I manage to pull 100km/h on my motorcycle with two guys on the back, which was quite exhilarating!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got to her house, we were immediately ushered onto a table and served with delicious food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had cow stew, hot pot beef, and buttered beef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so delicious because I haven’t eaten that much beef since the day I left Canada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, we went coconut and mango hunting because there were plenty of those trees around her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was really amazing because the coconut trees were like 10m high and her neighbor just climbed it with bare hands and feet to retrieve the fruits for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVl8cY9BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YTWDnCHk2Tk/s1600-h/CIMG2942+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVl8cY9BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YTWDnCHk2Tk/s200/CIMG2942+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294005103598564370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could do that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, we headed to the beach afterward t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVc45u3II/AAAAAAAAAMc/PKzNh_DE7AM/s1600-h/CIMG2929+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgVc45u3II/AAAAAAAAAMc/PKzNh_DE7AM/s200/CIMG2929+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294004948029070466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o chillax some more before we headed back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was an eye opener because I got to see how life in the village was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am really humbled by their living condition…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was no electricity, no running water, nothing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet, they manage to live quite happily…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And to think of all the time that I complained to God about not having hot running water, or baking oven, or washing machine or LCD TV during my Onsite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel quite ashamed of myself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Mentor’s Relaxing Christmas Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWYFkdkpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rAA-vEThXeY/s1600-h/CIMG2960+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWYFkdkpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rAA-vEThXeY/s200/CIMG2960+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294005965041799826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWNO-P3GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5Xx4gdGQWUU/s1600-h/CIMG3022+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWNO-P3GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5Xx4gdGQWUU/s200/CIMG3022+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294005778587311202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Christmas, my mentor hosted a little get togeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er for the boy and girl’s dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was quite a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got to eat KFC for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes, there is KFC in Phnom Penh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, KFC here is way better than the KFC back at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For example, they use natural farm raised chickens (not ones that are pumped with drugs like back at home).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was quite the Christmas setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mentor (which is a very Alliance kinda guy) had his whole house decorated like a tradition Western Christmas house (Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas tree, red-green carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ets and table covers, Christmas carols and songs playing in the background, Christmas cookies, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He even have a Western manual called “The Essential C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgW_KZG5SI/AAAAAAAAANU/gCtNStbUP6Y/s1600-h/CIMG2991+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgW_KZG5SI/AAAAAAAAANU/gCtNStbUP6Y/s200/CIMG2991+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294006636351251746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hristmas Manual” which teach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWiXAee3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ve0kfF4yqnk/s1600-h/CIMG2965+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWiXAee3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ve0kfF4yqnk/s200/CIMG2965+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294006141521394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; how to decorate your house and make it Christmassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ays, we ate all the delicious food as soon as we arrived and got some good fellowship time in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, we gathered around the living room and shared briefly about what we’re thankful for this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the brief exchange, we played the candy game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a game where Bill give us a plate of candy and we get to pick as much candy as we want unless we pick the same one that he pre-picked, whic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h would mean the end of our candy picking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The top score was like 60 candies before th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWuF2HUJI/AAAAAAAAANE/lFQRuUxCWPs/s1600-h/CIMG2977+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgWuF2HUJI/AAAAAAAAANE/lFQRuUxCWPs/s200/CIMG2977+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294006343072960658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ey pick the ones that Bill pre-picked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lowest score was like 4 (which is really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; luck if y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou asked me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgW21vyyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/2oW-Y6BZleo/s1600-h/CIMG3020+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgW21vyyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/2oW-Y6BZleo/s200/CIMG3020+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294006493370304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;andy game, we have a really silly game that played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s call the Fashion Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anybody that picked candies also need to pick a partner that they would go down the walkway with and strike a pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the music blaring in the background, it was quite silly and entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A Gospel Presentation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgdjOh1jcI/AAAAAAAAANk/7HIBUZK-2Kc/s1600-h/CIMG3081+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgdjOh1jcI/AAAAAAAAANk/7HIBUZK-2Kc/s200/CIMG3081+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294013853006663106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgdTTT4L_I/AAAAAAAAANc/gIkjlTgk-_M/s1600-h/CIMG3027+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgdTTT4L_I/AAAAAAAAANc/gIkjlTgk-_M/s200/CIMG3027+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294013579412385778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On December 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, the girl and boy’s dorm o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed a big Christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was more of a Christmas service actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The purpose of the meeting was so that they could invite their friends (who are usually too nervous to go to church) so that they would present the message of the gospel to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The party’s program was a lot like a standard Christmas service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the beginning, the boys got up and sung Here I A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgd0tXJRDI/AAAAAAAAANs/lNdxWipCups/s1600-h/CIMG3073+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgd0tXJRDI/AAAAAAAAANs/lNdxWipCups/s200/CIMG3073+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294014153341092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m to Worship and Every Move I Make along with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgeFGmSrQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/25iRSZJxqIs/s1600-h/CIMG3067+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgeFGmSrQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/25iRSZJxqIs/s200/CIMG3067+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294014434993417474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other Khmer song with the girls singing their own tunes afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the floor was opened up for testimonies to which some of the dorm students got up and share what God has been doin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;g in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, Bill prayed and gave a presentation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the gospel in Khmer to which I nearly fell asleep because I couldn’t understand it (hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t judge me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the entire services, we had a fellowship meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgeS7veTdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rfn1QDtUf80/s1600-h/CIMG3091+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgeS7veTdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rfn1QDtUf80/s200/CIMG3091+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294014672597306834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The foods were prepared in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt so rushed because on that day, I had to wake up like at 8:00AM in the morning to help prepare and make the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ended up working from 8:00AM to like 4:00PM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so exhausting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it was worth it because the food was very delicious =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgekZb9nVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ynNzTMZHsWU/s1600-h/CIMG3087+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgekZb9nVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ynNzTMZHsWU/s200/CIMG3087+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294014972626312530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During the meal, a couple of students approach me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and gave me some presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(That’s so sweet eh!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first present I received was from three of the girl students (Netru On, Phanith, Chanty).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a necklace with a bling-out cross, which was very tacky but it’s the thoughts that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I love more than their present was actually their Christmas card, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgewp2REgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Fb_wYjEL_cM/s1600-h/CIMG3086+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgewp2REgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Fb_wYjEL_cM/s200/CIMG3086+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294015183190036994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hich they made by hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feature a popped-up words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that said (Merry Christmas Ducky) and they signed their nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next present I got was from the boy’s dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They bought me a white Nike shoes with a few yellow stripes across it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was very thoughtful of them because I previously bought a yellow T-shirt to match my yellow motorcycle and now they bought me a yellow shoe to match as well =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXge8NmMhXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6skva1bqleQ/s1600-h/CIMG3089+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXge8NmMhXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6skva1bqleQ/s200/CIMG3089+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294015381764867442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The third present that I got was from Sokkun-Nisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She bought me a Hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o Boss (genuine! Well not really but who can tell!?) wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was cool because my old wallet was really worn out and it’s nice to have a new one for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was touched by her present too because she’s do not have a lot of money but she still set ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfI2brXII/AAAAAAAAAOc/6wAIPwHlhT0/s1600-h/CIMG3120+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfI2brXII/AAAAAAAAAOc/6wAIPwHlhT0/s200/CIMG3120+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294015598885035138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t to buy me a present for Christmas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt kinda guilty for not getting one for her… =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last present that I got was from Mariya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was kind of a weird present because it is a heart shape jewelry case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can’t really think of a way to use that present since I don’t have any jewelry…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so instead, I end up using it as a Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfXR_OQ9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SuyijVZ7CAQ/s1600-h/CIMG3171+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfXR_OQ9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SuyijVZ7CAQ/s200/CIMG3171+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294015846800049106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ristmas ornament in my room =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the party and fellowship, we got a chanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e to play a lot of cool games and fun games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s kinda long to explain so I won’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead, here are some pictures. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the party ended, the boys decide to go on a cruise around town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to end the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, it was a very fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A Humbling Christmas Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfo-qLt6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/SrgxehhuJcU/s1600-h/CIMG3182+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgfo-qLt6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/SrgxehhuJcU/s200/CIMG3182+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016150849173410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During my stay here in Phnom Penh, I got a chanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXggLBkjoUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0vbJdxz_1P0/s1600-h/CIMG3181+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXggLBkjoUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0vbJdxz_1P0/s200/CIMG3181+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016735746433346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e to get acquainted with a girl name A-Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She’s a pretty cool girl who spoke almost fluent English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was raised in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;istian family (her dad works alongside the missionaries of post Pol Pot regime for many years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is now employed at World Vision Cambodia head office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Christmas, she invited us (the girl and boy’s dorm) to her village to hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, everybody knew that it was a Christmas celebration except for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when the day came, we all got onto our motorcycles to go to ferry that would takes us to her village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got to the ferry, I noticed that everybody was dressed up and I was the only one in shorts and T-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ask them why are they all dressed up and they told me it was a Christmas celebration that we were going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt like a total fool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which was kinda funny looking back hindsight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, it was a fun experience riding on the ferry across the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so rusting and old that I thought we were going to sink halfway through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgf7gGOJzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q7b4BakVxcY/s1600-h/CIMG3184+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgf7gGOJzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q7b4BakVxcY/s200/CIMG3184+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016469062788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXggXzBnZCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y8XgLuMdW5w/s1600-h/CIMG3199+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXggXzBnZCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y8XgLuMdW5w/s200/CIMG3199+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016955180082210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got to the other side, it was a 10 minutes ride until we reac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h the village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the village we ate lunch before we head to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The church was really interesting because it was more like a big tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We help set up chairs to prepare for the Christmas service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it began, there was a missionary who gave a brief presentation of the gospel in Khmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then a Khmer girl name Chanriel showed us a gospel presentation using picture board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s which was really entertaining for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgg2gy2JaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xSx39kkXhG0/s1600-h/CIMG3204+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgg2gy2JaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xSx39kkXhG0/s200/CIMG3204+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294017482862241186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgglLr9NjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IINc510krL0/s1600-h/CIMG3197+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgglLr9NjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IINc510krL0/s200/CIMG3197+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294017185138423346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, the kids of the village put on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; traditio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nal Khmer dancing routine for us to enjoy which was really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we end up handing presents and candies to the kids in the village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were like 60-100 of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living in North America, I’m so used to celebrating Christmas with beautifully decorated church, blaring neon light, shopping for expensive presents to give to each other, eating at nice restaurants and such…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so humble to experience Christmas striped of its materialism and just simply enjoy its messages and enjoy fellowship with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall it was a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that when I get back, Christmas would be the same for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The End of a Good Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgiCah1qCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XsUtgxO0sXg/s1600-h/CIMG2729+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgiCah1qCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XsUtgxO0sXg/s200/CIMG2729+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294018786850351138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That pretty much concluded my adventures in the month of December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has been a long update so I’ll keep it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you’re reading this, I wish you a good New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check back soon for yet another of DuCkY’s wonderful update! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-2362437928544022960?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2362437928544022960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=2362437928544022960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/2362437928544022960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/2362437928544022960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2009/01/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='Series of Fortunate Events!'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SXgPZ6y8DiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x3cyDDUB5t8/s72-c/CIMG3024+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-1559066980651385011</id><published>2009-01-07T08:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:38:03.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Firm Resolution</title><content type='html'>I know that it hasn’t been long since my last update, but here is another wonderful update for you.  Well, I wouldn’t really say that it’s wonderful since it’s a pretty gloomy topic but it is something that has profoundly impacted my decision about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTIJNf207I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DWIF5z5-PPk/s1600-h/CIMG2852+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTIJNf207I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DWIF5z5-PPk/s200/CIMG2852+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288571923007460274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is weird but over the course of about three months, I have received news about 5 deaths (all of whom are relatives of my friends / family).  The first death that I encountered happened to Chantha (a girl living in the dorm).  Her mother contracted a sickness and died recently.  Chantha and her mother were very close and she had to take a month leave from school to plan for the funeral and to mourn for her.  In the mourning process, Chantha shaved her head (hair was viewed as very precious to girl here) so it spoke volumes about her grievance.  She used to be such an outspoken girl and very out-going.  Ever since her return to the dorm, she seems to be quite the opposite (quiet and often retreat to her room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second death that occurred happened to my friend’s uncle.  Vilai’s (the boy who I often work out with) uncle died in a motorcycle accident,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTIbbT4qUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-uhtjEBloBU/s1600-h/CIMG2514+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTIbbT4qUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-uhtjEBloBU/s200/CIMG2514+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288572235952990530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was the result of drunk driving.  His uncle was at a party and got really drunk.  Instead of getting a ride home, he drove home that night and lost control of the motorcycle.  It skided across the road and he died as the result of a trauma to the head.  His uncle was not a believer (and so is Vilai).  His uncle often supported him (financially) and he was very close to him.  After his uncle’s death, I rarely see him at the gym.  He told me that it made him really depressed and really made him re-assess his own life and purpose.  However, it’s been about a month and I still have not see him around the gym since the incident.  I’m guessing it’s his mourning time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third death happened to someone that was close to me.  It was my niece (who is actually quite old, 20 years old).  I received the news from my brother Hung when he was still in Canada and it came as a complete shock.  I shared with you guys about her in my previous blog.  She was so young and as far as I know, her and her family were not believers of Jesus Christ.  I cannot go back to attend the funeral but I have a good sense of how it might be like since I attended a Buddhist’s funeral before (it was my grandmother and grandfather funeral).  There were lots of tears and hopeless mournings.  It was really sad to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth dea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTJeuwzBmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kKg0Q1Hc7nM/s1600-h/KIF_8329+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTJeuwzBmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kKg0Q1Hc7nM/s200/KIF_8329+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288573392225764962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th happened to my friend’s dad back at home.  He really mourned and grieved for his dad as he found out at work that his dad died in the hospital due to prostate cancer.  I know that my friend really respect and look up to his dad.  His dad has had profound impact on his faith and had really encouraged him to follow Jesus.  The news was received with many grievances because his dad was so young.  He sent me a message on facebook to tell me about it and even though there was much grieves, I can still sense hope in his messages.  I can only thank God that his dad is a faithful follower of Christ and that as Christians, we do not mourn without hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth death (or I should say many deaths) came as a shock to me.  I was staying up and talking to the dorm boys one night and the topic of weather came up.  I learned that a lot of people in the countryside died during the rainy and cold season.  Most of those who died are usually older people who do not have sufficient funding to take care of themselves during the night.  When the weather gets cold, they usually die because there isn’t a blanket around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being confronted with so many news about death, it made me really reflect on my own life.  I realized that all the busy-ness of life really has a way to distract me from reflecting on my own personal life.  I always assume that I will live a long life, that I have many years left, that I’m not going anywhere soon.  However, these deaths really awoken my sense of immanency.  I realized that I will not live as long as I hope for, that death is immanent, that life is all but too short.&lt;br /&gt;And I came to a conclusion (more of an affirmation) about life…  This is my lot as a person: to spend my life knowing my Lord and to lead others to know Him as well.  Life is way too short for anything else for these two principles will consume a good junk (if not, all) my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really upset me about death and led me to this conclusion is due to all the hopeless and senseless grievances that I had observed as a result.  Those who do not know the Savior mourn with such hopelessness that it had really impacted their lives for the worse.  They break down, their lives marred by joylessness, their mourning sounds like wailing hopelessness, and in the end, there is so much fear because it ultimately points back to them (that one day, they will go in the same way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here I am, entrusted with life giving messages, and life giving knowledge.  The sad part is that I am so focused on myself that I cannot proclaim it effectively.  To be honest, before going on Onsite, I was really struggling with what I want to do with my future.  For those who are closed to me, I shared that I wanted to become high-school teacher, an auto-mechanic, an entrepreneur, and some other stuff.  I was toying around with secular work because I know that ministry does not pay a lot, that the life of a minister is pretty painful (physically and emotionally as well) at times, and the first thing to suffer is not the church but his family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if there is one thing that Onsite has taught me, it has taught me t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTMOmVDB-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_mFYUZpGzO8/s1600-h/CIMG3188+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTMOmVDB-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_mFYUZpGzO8/s200/CIMG3188+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288576413618866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his: whatever the cost may be, it is worth it.  It is worth it to be a minister of Christ, in spite of financial lacking, in spite of hardships, in spite of an unsecured future.  For I have been entrusted with the ministry of reconciliation and am commissioned by Christ Himself.  How can I even think of a comfortable, secured, luxurious life when people are dying without knowing the Savior?  How can I, in eternity, look upon the faces of people who are in *gulp* hell (forget sensitivity, this is the truth) and said, “Sorry, I didn’t told you, I was too busy living comfortably.”  How can I, even in the present life, look at those who mourns without hope and let them be when I have messages that will turn their grieve into wondrous joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who I told that this Onsite will really determine what I will do with my future, I can confidently say that I will be a minister of Christ for the rest of my life.  I will proclaim His message of life wherever I go and in whatever I do.  What that looks like in my life, I do not know.  Will it be missionary work, pastoral work, or even include secular setting?  It might, it might not, but one thing I am certain and it is this: I will use this life to tell others about my (and their) Savior because in the end, when it is all said and done, that is the only thing that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-1559066980651385011?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1559066980651385011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=1559066980651385011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1559066980651385011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1559066980651385011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2009/01/firm-resolution.html' title='A Firm Resolution'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SWTIJNf207I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DWIF5z5-PPk/s72-c/CIMG2852+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-7527442925645176733</id><published>2008-12-25T09:15:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:26:43.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Humbled Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is another wonderful update from Duc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since my last update, I mentioned that I still have some more people I wanna introduce to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, here’s the rest of em (my mentor’s family of course).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_3" spid="_x0000_s1032" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="CIMG3022 (Large).JPG" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:1.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BEINCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="CIMG3022 (Large)"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I guess we’ll start like we always do, from the left to the right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first girl you’ll see is Holly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s the Bill’s eldest daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really know her that well because she’s kind of a shy person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I think she’s around 13 years old (because she’s grade eight in an International School here).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s pretty much all I know about her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOy3thMboI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FIFptFyv-A8/s1600-h/CIMG3022+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOy3thMboI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FIFptFyv-A8/s200/CIMG3022+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283763458017095298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next to her is her little sister Kimmy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s even more shy and I rarely even get to hear her talks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s around 10 years old (I think).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reminds me of one of the kids in my church; they both love their Nintendo DS and brings them wherever they go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of that, she takes Jazz and Contemporary dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a shame that I never saw her in action though but I bet she’s good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, next to them is their mother Ilana.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s Bill’s wife and has an amazing baking talents which I occasionally enjoy (but not enough).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s a graduate from CBC (same as Bill) and has a gift of languages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really runs in the family because I heard from Brem (the Regional Director for Alliance Southeast Asian team) that her mother can speak more than five different languages (fluently).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also hear that Ilana speak fluent Khmer from all the dorm student (they said she sounded like a Khmer person).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of that, she’s the language coach for all international workers here in Cambodia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_2" spid="_x0000_s1031" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="CIMG2619 (Large).JPG" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BEINCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="CIMG2619 (Large)"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;And the one next to her is my mentor Bill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is also a graduate from CBC who did his Onsite in the Philippines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is an international worker here in Cambodia for more than 12 years and is a close friend with Bernie Van De Walle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spend most of my time with him and he’s proven to be a real cool mentor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s one of the main reason that I feel so at ease here in Cambodia and we have had wonderful venting session as well as intellectual discussion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On most occasion, he rattles my theology a little and get me out of my comfort zone, which is actually good for my ego.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And of course next to him is me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t really need to introduce because y’all know who I am. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this week (I mean the first week of December really, sorry about the late upd&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzM3je2FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SxUCsh9FFw4/s1600-h/CIMG2619+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzM3je2FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SxUCsh9FFw4/s200/CIMG2619+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283763821488298066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ate) has been really humbling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First off, I would just like to thank God for allowing Hung and I to do Onsite together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been a tremendous source for my venting and comfort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you’re wondering, he’s doing pretty well (just go read his blog!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have been reading my blogs and such, I felt kind of bad for leading you guys on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may have given you the wrong impressions of my life here in Cambodia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything I said up to this point was pretty positive (except for the lesson on Grace) and it really is a wonderful and positive experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, that’s not to say that there aren’t also some challenges as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for this blog, I wanna share with you what some of those challenges were.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, the first list on the agenda is my relationship with the dorm guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ever since I arrive, I have had some trouble with my roommate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a really good roommate and all and helped me a lot but there are just a couple of cultural conflicts that really spoil a wonderful relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt; 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 &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;of getting acquainted with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I soon discovered that he becomes highly dependent on me and can at times seem manipulative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first month or so, he became dependent on me for everything, from gas for his motorcycle, to phone services, to internet services, to food, to toiletries (including toothpastes).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made me feel really upset because he gets a generous salary from my mentor for working as the RD of the boy’s dorm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, he rarely helps clean up, and he’s one of the most stingy person I know (he even expect other dorm boys to treat him out).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times, he would bring me out and ‘suggests’ the stuffs that we need for dorms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without my consent, he goes to buy it and tell me to pay for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me become very resentful at first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But after a brief discussion with my mentor and time with my Father, I came to realization that the fault really lies with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have failed to draw proper boundaries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since this Onsite, I have learned so much about what I’m responsible for and what I’m not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even now, there are traces of resentment and bitterness that still need to be cleansed from my soul but it is progressing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, I learned to draw proper boundaries and are saying ‘no’ a lot more often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has helped saved our relationship because for the past month of so, I have not talked to him at all nor did I go anywhere with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, things are starting to recover as I draw proper boundaries and I feel like I have more ownership of my life as I learn to say no to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, he’s learning my boundaries and are becoming less dependent on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we can truly start a new friendship based not on dependencies but on mutuality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the important lessons I learn is that human sinfulness can continue for generations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of what Pol Pot and his regime did, it had indeed created generations of dependent people who rely on the charities of others for survival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The more I study about war-torn Cambodia and its history, the more I feel sympathetic for its people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m so glad that I have the opportunity to be here and become an instrument of Christ to help undo the effect of human sinfulness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a privilege that I hope I will always cherish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second on the agenda is an issue I have with one of the guy in the dorm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name’s Mato.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually go out and buy food and store them in the refrigerator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed that somebody keeps on finishing it and the thing that gets to me the most is that nobody asks or even tells me that they’re eating my stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So whenever I’m hungry, I expect to have some food left and it’s not there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This frustrate the heck outta me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I told out that it was Mato who’s been taking my stuffs without telling me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make it worse, he even ride my motorcycle without asking for my permission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I had to suck it up and confront the guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate confrontations by the way; it always makes me cringe inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it’s better to cringe than to burn with resentment and anger (all because I feel like I’m getting ripped off).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I cringed away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that he needs to ask for my permission before he used my stuffs or eat my food (my tone wasn’t very nice either, who can &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzovgQN_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/MxhPabqIJ2o/s1600-h/CIMG3016+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzovgQN_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/MxhPabqIJ2o/s200/CIMG3016+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283764300363610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blame me, I was mad!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He apologized and since then, we haven’t got into that situation again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, something happened a week later that made me regret and feel like a fool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mato’s mother went to visit him and brought him all kinds of goodies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the first night, all the guys of the dorm were feeling hungry and to my surprise, Mato took out all that his mother brought for him and shared it among the boys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this continues day after day until we had consumed all that Mato’s mother had brought for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I realized something very important as I talked to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_5" spid="_x0000_s1029" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="CIMG3016 (Large).JPG" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:1.5pt;margin-top:185.25pt;width:231pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BEINCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image007.jpg" title="CIMG3016 (Large)"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;It didn’t matter if we share lots or little, all that matters is that we share what we have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I have much, I will share much and if I had little, I should also share what little I have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was his mentality and he presumed that I have that as well so he thought that he shouldn’t even need to ask me about sharing my stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That just blew my mind away (well, at least my conception of ownership that was ingrained to me by Western culture).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt so humbled after that incident because I felt like that’s something that was beyond my comprehension.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truly, my individualistic way of thinking was challenged and I see community in a different light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is definitely a welcomed change (because what he had suggested was more biblical than what I was taught).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, don’t get me wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still believe in taking personal ownership and such but I don’t believe that’s the starting point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being in community is the starting point and assessing how we can manage our personal possessions to benefit not ourselves but the community as a whole should be the next step.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we have community as our starting point, its priority supersedes that of personal possessions and really truly put it into the right perspective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For even God’s blessing on Abraham was conditioned so that it ultimately blesses the community of believers, not primarily Abraham himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am still learning that profound truth each and everyday and continued to be challenged by Jesus to live it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I’m not there yet, but I’m starting to crawl and hopefully one day, I will soar on its wings to truly live in its freedom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third on the agenda was a run-in that I had with one of the dorm girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a very chillax North American guy, I usually don’t take cultural issues very serious (as long as they are only cultural differences and not moral differences).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So two months into my Onsite and I still retain many of my habits that I had acquired in Canada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just to name a few, I still wear sleeveless when I go outside, shorts, gel spike hair, Oakley sunglasses, ride my motorcycle fast, and of course, fool around on the road with the guys (while driving).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s what guys do in Canada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just ‘cool’ like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, the boy and girl’s dorm decided to go out one day and like usually, I would act like how I would in Canada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a stop light, I pulled beside my friend’s moto and we start hitting each other for fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I tapped Panith (the girl) on the shoulder and pretend to beat her up too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my surprise, she turned to me with most &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_6" spid="_x0000_s1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="CIMG2807 (Large).JPG" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BEINCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image009.jpg" title="CIMG2807 (Large)"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;serious face and told me to behave appropriately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her exact words were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzzCgZmII/AAAAAAAAAIc/REUHPi4ZLAQ/s1600-h/CIMG2808+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOzzCgZmII/AAAAAAAAAIc/REUHPi4ZLAQ/s200/CIMG2808+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283764477263190146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ingrained into my mind, “Don’t treat me like that, I am a Khmer girl.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It stings big time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I be so foolish?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that incident, I looked around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed that all the boys who acted the way I did were considered ‘playboy’ by Khmer standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Playboys are counter-cultural to Khmer culture and are perceived as bad boys (or gangsters) who ‘good’ Khmer people should not be associated with (especially good Khmer girls).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that to be effective in my ministry and to build healthy relationships, I cannot hold onto the old me (or as I called it, the North American me).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must journey with Christ to find the new me (the Khmer me, so to speak).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The state that I’m in right now is not truly myself; it is tainted with North-Amercianism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To truly find myself, I must allow myself to be seen through any cultural lens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only then can I truly know myself for who I really am behind all the veneer of cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only then can I truly see myself in Christ, able to enjoy all cultures and act with utmost sensitivity to all cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I truly see myself in Christ, it is only then that I can truly become His voice and His hands to do His works among all the wonderful diverse people group that He had created and delights in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last but not least, I absolute hate the way people drive here (more correctly, I should say some people).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nine out of ten times I see people not obeying traffic lights and cause gridlock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ten out of ten times I see people driving the on the opposite side of the streets and nearly cause all kind of accidents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make things worse, I witness corrupted cops tries to extort people for breaking ‘traffic laws’ and people breaking them only because cops are trying to extort them by imposing ‘traffic laws’ on them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And its frustrating because it becomes a vicious cycle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turning on your vehicle’s lights during the day time can cause a cop to pull you over and fine you a ticket (or more like a bride to let you go because those money are pocketed and no receipt is given).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are stringent on pulling people over for not having mirrors on their motorcycle but let people run on the opposite lanes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They absolutely would not let you run red lights but allow big big trucks to go onto small streets for a dollar or two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so frustrating because the results are very unsafe and unregulated streets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I go for a drive, I almost guarantee to have a close call to getting into an accident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far, I have had two accidents because of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God that they were only minor accidents resulting in nothing more than a couple of scrapes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so frustrated that on one occasion, when I was going pretty fas&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOz8SyzboI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LPR1y7yiCZA/s1600-h/CIMG2445+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOz8SyzboI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LPR1y7yiCZA/s200/CIMG2445+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283764636254170754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t (like 60km/h) and this car decides to cut me off by turning left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I nearly hit him and he was a foreigner (a white Caucasian) and I gave him the middle finger!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People don’t get license here or really learn to drive; they simply paid a fee and the license is simply given to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you have people with cars who don’t check their mirrors or signal when they turn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make things worse, the only rule in Cambodian streets is that the bigger vehicle have the rights of way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is something that I struggled with every time I go out and it has really brought out the worse in me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed that my roadside manner has become a lot more aggressive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I wonder how Jesus would react if He had to drive a motorcycle in the rush hour traffic of Phnom Penh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure He would show righteous indignation and send a rebuke or two. =)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(In case you think that I’m serious, I’m not!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_8" spid="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="CIMG2930 (Large).JPG" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BEINCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image011.jpg" title="CIMG2930 (Large)"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVO0Eu9ztOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/njXRDeWB2wI/s1600-h/CIMG2929+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVO0Eu9ztOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/njXRDeWB2wI/s200/CIMG2929+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283764781255472354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, that’s pretty much &lt;i style=""&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of the frustrations that I had to put up with and learn to work through but overall, it has only challenge me to become more Christ-like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To become truly Christ-like, I learn, is to become Christ-like not just in a North American culture context but to learn to be like Christ in all cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure Jesus, who loves all cultures, would find ways to express Himself in that culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And here I am, learning to find and express myself in the context of Khmer culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only hope that by leaning on Jesus, I will adopt such an attitude and hopefully become truly, and utterly Khmer one day (hopefully before I leave). =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-7527442925645176733?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/7527442925645176733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=7527442925645176733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/7527442925645176733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/7527442925645176733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/12/many-humbled-frustrations.html' title='Many Humbled Frustrations'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SVOy3thMboI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FIFptFyv-A8/s72-c/CIMG3022+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-6403520145177699928</id><published>2008-12-08T08:20:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:30:34.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Family</title><content type='html'>Hiya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I have not updated my blog recently.  I must admit that it was due to my own laziness and all but I promise that I will try to continue to list my progress.  Actually, I have been updating them offline.  I just couldn't find the right pictures to make it more interesting.  So for the next week or so, you will be getting a month worth of updates. Yippy right!?  RIGHT!? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST086ujGwMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/huP5jWOLQok/s1600-h/CIMG2512+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST086ujGwMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/huP5jWOLQok/s200/CIMG2512+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277441317973442754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the first in awhile update, I will finally introduce you to my new family (which is kinda old now since I'm like 2 1/2 months into my Onsite).  Without further ado, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here are my boys.  There are eight of us living at the boy's dorm.  I will go from left to right to tell you a little bit about them and their background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the green T-shirt is Poeng Iyamato.  His name sounds very Japanese but I can assure you that he's all Cambodian blood.  He is a very cool and smart guy.  He's studying at med school to become a doctor and actually has a chance to win a scholarship ($40,000 - which is A LOT of money for Khmer) to finish his whole 8 years program.  In addition, he's gifted in like everything he does, from being my bright English student, to soccer, to musical instrument (piano), to video games.  And he's only nineteen years old....  I'm so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1ALd8BSHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zoxQPOn3MXY/s1600-h/CIMG2629+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1ALd8BSHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zoxQPOn3MXY/s200/CIMG2629+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277444904107198578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back you will see a guy with my motocyle helmet on.  He's Phon Buntheoun and he's the dorm's clown.  He's the typical bad boy turned Christian because he acts like a good boy with an attitude.  He's about twenty years old and studying to become an IT.  His dad is a pastor in Cambodian countryside.  I consider him a little brother because we're so much alike.  We act a like, the way we talk are alike and he probably has the best English out of the group.  He's the only one that talks with slang and other English idioms (i.e, let's bounce, wanna grab a bite, etc).  It's interesting because we are probably the closer couple in the dorm because he moved into the dorm the same time I did.  Him and I always kid with each other and it's nice because I never have a little brother until now.  To top it off, we always stay up late and talk about everything (however, just mostly about girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you will see a guy in the old black shade.  His name is Neth Panith.  He is your typical nice quiet guy.  I don't see a lot of him around because he goes to school in the morning, and work in the afternoon.  After work, he usually eat with his sister in the girl's dorm so I never really see much of him.  On top of that, he doesn't speak a lot of English so its hard to communicate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1CVoQIeMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UIEBhnKbmWg/s1600-h/CIMG2504+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1CVoQIeMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UIEBhnKbmWg/s200/CIMG2504+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277447277697857730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one in the cowboy hat is my roomate Cham Phearom.  He's the RD for the guy and girl dorm (but mostly for the guy).  He was hired by my mentor to become RD and he's also my Khmer teacher (although I prefer Buntheoun to teach me because I like to learn street Khmer instead of 'proper' Khmer).  Aside from a few (okay, quite a bit) of issues, he's actually a really friendly guy.  He tries hard to be helpful and is quite a dependable guy.  When you need him, he always seem to make time for you.  However, he is quite the stingy guy and are quite dependent on me for everything that he uses and eats which makes me quite uncomfortable and irritated most times.  Apart from that issue, we are quite good friends.  He actually make me laugh a lot because everytime he sees a mirror (whether it be an actual mirror or just a reflection of himself on any material) he starts flexing and making a face to check out how 'handsome' he is.  Then he smile at me and ask, "handsome eh?" to which I laugh and said, "If only I was a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy in the very back is Thidy.  He's the most senior guy in the dorm because he stayed at the dorm for like 3 years in a row.  Even though Thidy is younger than me, I really look up to him.  He is studying IT at the University and TEE (Theological Education by Extension) to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1GwPTCtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nl_37hsMc4k/s1600-h/CIMG2596+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1GwPTCtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nl_37hsMc4k/s200/CIMG2596+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452132902155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;become a pastor.  I love the guy because whenever the dorm boys has questions, he goes on and on with his answers.  I remember this once when we were having a theological discussion about the Trinity and he spoke on it for like an hour.  He is very zealous for God and I can totally see it.  Its not the arrogant type of zealous but a deep faith that shines the very light of Christ.  In addition, he is so gifted in music.  He can listen to any drum beat or guitar solo and pretty much duplicate it.  It saddens me that I will have to leave Cambodia before I can see the fruit of his ministry.  I know he will be quite a formidable force for the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you will see the guy in the brown white shirt.  His name is Roeun Sot&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1EVrDHpmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtbKuQZFQDE/s1600-h/CIMG2505+-+Copy+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1EVrDHpmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtbKuQZFQDE/s200/CIMG2505+-+Copy+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277449477471839842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hearo.  He is probably my best friend here in the dorm.  We always cook together, hang out, talk late at night, and sometimes snuggle together for fun (it's quite normal, I assure you.  Just ask Steve Greenaway, Dave Hill, or Timmy Gee.  Wait I mostly force it on Timmy Gee... =).  He is nineteen years old and is quite the guy.  He is naturally pretty smart (my best English student).  He's studying IT at the university.  He is good with all kind of things (like sports, video games) but what makes him really shine is that he doesn't just rely on natural abilities but desires to practice them continually to improve upon it.  Currently, I act as his drum, English, and gaming teacher and so far he taught up to me in drumming skills (in like 2 months.  I tell you, that guy practice like hours a day), and his English has improve tremendously (the only one I know in the dorm who speak with complete, correct sentences like 50% of the time).  The thing I like most of Thearo is that he loves people.  Even though he's poor, he share everything he has (whether it be food, or computer, or other stuffs).  And he ALWAYS help me whenever I ask him.  If he live in Canada, I would think that we'll be best of buds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and probably least (at least in my relationship with him) is Heng Sokkun.  Sokkun is eighteen years old and is studying IT at the university as well.  I actually don't know that much about him because he speak very very little English.  On top of that, he's an extremely quite and shy guy.  I've never really enter into a direct conversation with him so I couldn't tell you much about him.  I guess when my Khmer gets better, I will be able to have more conversations with him but for now, he will remain a mystery to you.... and to me as well.  Well that's it for the guy dorm.  Now I will move&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1H1OgktRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ysnhLT19Bz8/s1600-h/CIMG2546+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1H1OgktRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ysnhLT19Bz8/s200/CIMG2546+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277453318101447954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; onto the girl's dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the girl's dorm.  There's actually three more that's missing from this picture (because the three are so evasive and I have to sneakerly take a picture of them sometime in the immediate future).  Anywhoo, the furthest one to the left is Channy.  He is twenty-two years old and is fourth year English major at Western University.  However, she doesn't speak a lot of English which kinda surprises me.  But she is a pretty good writer.  She has an awesome personality because she is kinda like a tomboy.  We always stare each other down and sometimes push each other.  She's the little sister I never have but wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1LeFnd2BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uxYj1uBROZY/s1600-h/CIMG2686+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1LeFnd2BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uxYj1uBROZY/s200/CIMG2686+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457318623959058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to her, the girl in the green shirt is Neth Sokkun.  Her nick name is Sokkun-nisa (which is a really famous singer in Cambodia).  She's quite the smart girl, majoring in IT at the university.  She's Panith's older sister and what a sister she is.  She goes to school and cooks for him everyday.  Even though she's younger than me, I'm always intimidate by her and consider her a bigger sister.  She has that bigger sister vibe to her.  And to my surprise, her English is very good.  She's naturally really smart and learn quite fast.  Even though she occasionally shows up to my English class, she's one of the top student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1NAYygb7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/h2O6EopRq4g/s1600-h/CIMG2702+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1NAYygb7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/h2O6EopRq4g/s200/CIMG2702+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459007397719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next to her is the girl in the red shirt.  Her name is Khim Chanty.  She is a bratty, short little princess that's really smart at the same time.  Actually, we're pretty good friends.  Her older sister used to live in the girl's dorm for quite awhile.  Even though she doesn't know a lot of English, she tries really really hard.  She never missed any of my class even though she have a full study schedule and even brings friends to it.  She has this charm about her that always make me give into her demand.  It's that little whiny little sister type of charm, which is kinda cute really.  She's twenty but acts like thirteen around me.  And we talk alot, mostly about stupid stuffs (which sometimes I don't even think she understands me because I speak mostly English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Chanty in the picture above is also the girl in yellow in the group picture (the furthest one to the right).  Her name is Netkru On (nick name, I never really did know her real name).  She is quite mysterious really.  I don't even know her age.  All I know about her is that her father is the guard for the girl's dorm and she goes to all my English class.  She seems normal but really surprises me when I throw out random hard stuffs in English and she was able to answer it correctly.  She's as mysterious to me as to you so I can't really give you much info on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in yellow T-shirt in the middle of the picture is Yos Mariya.  She's the girl that celebrated her birthday with me.  She is probably the youngest girl in the girl's dorm (ninete&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1Pb11ImoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RiA_fPfnuZ0/s1600-h/CIMG2551+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1Pb11ImoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RiA_fPfnuZ0/s200/CIMG2551+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461678073092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en years of age).  She is Channy's sister as well.  She is studying to become a nurse and acts like Chanty.  They're pretty close friends so I'm not really surprise.  She nags, whines, and acts like a little sister as well.  Everytime I bring snacks to my English class, she's always the first one to munch from it.  In addition, I think we could be good friends is only she understands more English.  She probably speak the least English out of all the girls and when she does speak English, it is kinda cute.  In my English class, I taught them formal and informal speeches.  Mariya seems to only remembers informal ones.  Its kinda funny when I asked her wassup... what's happening to which she replies, "Nothing much, just chillin" in her Cambodian accent.  Make my mentor and I smile all the time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing from the picture is Heng Panith. She's twenty one years old and is quite mature.  She's one of my best girl student for English class and she have this deep quiet faith about her.  She doesn't talk a lot but when she does, wisdom and gentleness flows out in steady streams.  She tries really hard to learn English too and she's the first one to attend both of my English class (which means 6 days a week).  She constantly give me suggestions on how I can improve my teaching skills (in a gentle way so that I can't really get offended or mad at her).  Other than that, she's like the only one that ever invite me to eat with her after class (even though she doesn't have a lot).  It really shows that she's hospitable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the MIA list from Ducky's picture is Sok Loth.  I manage to snag a picture of her from a wedding that I attend (which you shall h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1SV2VLz-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ntEaFAKoQKs/s1600-h/CIMG2687+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1SV2VLz-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ntEaFAKoQKs/s200/CIMG2687+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464873663188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ear more about - foreshadowing anybody?).  I probably admire her the most out of all the girls in the dorm because of her character.  She is a very average person with a very huge determination and diligency to get work done.  She is a country girl that goes to Phnom Penh because her parent wanted her to have an education.  Never really study before because she was poor, she was plunged in the intellectual world of university.  She tries really really hard and study like there's no tomorrow.  In addition, she attends all my English classes and probably the few that hands in completed homeworks.  I really truly admire her audacity to improve and grow in knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least is Melisse.  She's an old girl dorm resident but I decided to put her on the list because she's somebody I can relate to.  I got a chance to talk to her and know her for about one month when I first came and I felt like we totally click as good friends.  Her journey of faith really moves me and reminded me of my own journey as well.  She's twenty-four years old and major in English at the university as well.  She got one year left but never quite finish it because of her calling.  She became a Christian a short while back (I believe it was three to four years ago) and quickly got called in ministry.  She is a local missionary (working with another&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1U0DzIvgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/an1Kk_u5uK8/s1600-h/CIMG2707+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1U0DzIvgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/an1Kk_u5uK8/s200/CIMG2707+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277467591697808898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australian missionary woman) to the Malai province of Cambodia.  She speak English very very well (like the best among all the locals that I heard).  In addition, she is a total tomboy.  Unlike traditional Khmer girls, she's amazing at soccer, good at volleyball, and likes to swing the motocycle around really really fast.  She really encourages me because in her, I see the fruit of missionaries here in Cambodia.  She's one of the few locals here that is seriously about Christ and really give it her all to proclaim the Good News.  I see that church here in Cambodia can be self-propagating and self-sustain if it has more people like Melisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's about conclude our introduction to the dorm people, now for the miscellaneous but just as important people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1WX7cbN3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NAPAzoNE6_E/s1600-h/CIMG2517+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1WX7cbN3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NAPAzoNE6_E/s200/CIMG2517+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277469307441985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roup of people I want to introduce to you is the landlord family.  The tall guy name is Timothy and his wife is Rota.  They have a son named Joshua (who just turned one).  Timothy works for a Christian publishing company in Phnom Penh and works closely with Steve Green (a missionary in Cambodia for 17 years).  His wife is a manager for some foreign company (which I'm not really sure what).  They're pretty chilled people and love to chat it up with me once in a while.  On top of that, they always offer food when they cook something special and it usually taste oh so yummy!  I'm very grateful for their hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next group I want to introduce to you is my gym mate.  I go to a local gym&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1W0SEA5jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iOeiG5KIunI/s1600-h/CIMG2515+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST1W0SEA5jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iOeiG5KIunI/s200/CIMG2515+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277469794549950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; named Paddy's Gym here in Phnom Penh and manage to make some interesting friends. The guy on the left is Vilai.  He's a Laosian that moved to Phnom Penh because his mother decided to flee the country.  He's nineteen years old and is studying biology at the university.  He's a hardcore workout alcholic because I always see him at the gym.  However, he admits to me that for every two hours he's there, he probably do only 30 mins of work out.  He loves to talk to people and he actually trains alot of the newbies that go there.  He's a nice guy but sometimes he can make really crude jokes.  I guess those jokes would've been funny before I was a Christian.  But overall, a really friendly guy.  And he speak English quite well too (street style of course because its cool like that in Cambodia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is a girl named Aarie.  She works there at the gym as a cleaner, manager, guard, etc.  Pretty much everything that the gym needs, she has to handle it.  On top of that, she's an aerobic instructor.  Its quite cool because everyday at around 5:00PM, I see a huge crowd of older Khmer women floods into the gym and Aarie pumps up the music and starts aerobic dance class and all the older women shake their booties.  Very entertaining.  She's a really nice person but she's the girl that I usually practice my Khmer on.  Whenever I work out and she have times, we would always chat it up.  She doesn't know English at all so I'm force to either do charade and look like a fool or suck it up and think really hard about what I learn in Khmer class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the people I have on pictures that I want to introduce to you guys.  There are a bit more but I haven't got a picture of them yet.  I'm sure that it would be quite boring if I only gave you a description so I'll refrain and keep them for my next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry about the long long blog but do not fret... more are coming very very soon. =)  A quick note.  These people are the very reason that I have not really feel homesick.  They are all really great people and to be honest, I really do feel at home here with them.  They are all like big and small brothers, sisters, and uncle and aunts to me.  I guess home is really where God calls you to be and wherever He calls you, He also provides a community for you to be a part of.  Overall, I thank God for His faithfulness for provide use a nurtured environment for me to grow, learn, and share my life with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with just these people but you guys who are praying for me, reading my blogs, facebooking me.  I never felt more at home when I think about all the people that I'm sharing my life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-6403520145177699928?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6403520145177699928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=6403520145177699928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/6403520145177699928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/6403520145177699928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-family.html' title='The New Family'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/ST086ujGwMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/huP5jWOLQok/s72-c/CIMG2512+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-1158254234317053448</id><published>2008-11-09T08:19:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:03:02.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun and The Happy Times!</title><content type='html'>Hi there all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is yet again another of Ducky's wonderful update!  I was going to give this next update to introducing all my new family members but I haven't been able to collect all their pictures yet so I'm going to delay that.  It'll be so boring if I actually just say their name and describe them so its better that you wait I guess.  In the meantime, this blog is going to be about my week(s) here in Cambodia and it's quite fun and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcAnVa_kOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XVhCumj49ZU/s1600-h/CIMG2524_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcAnVa_kOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XVhCumj49ZU/s200/CIMG2524_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266678964998344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, first off, I would like you guys to know that I just bought a motocycle!  Yippy!  I'm so happy and stoke about it.  It took awhile for me to pick one out but when I saw this beauty, I knew she had to be mine... ALL MINE!  And here is a picture of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had troubled me quite a bit since I got here because I had no mode of transportation. I felt like I was bothering my roommate because I had to always asked him if he can give&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcFVTgamlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5wZyx0ESUUo/s1600-h/CIMG2528_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcFVTgamlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5wZyx0ESUUo/s200/CIMG2528_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266684152804710994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me a ride.  But after a month wait, he helped me picked out a beautiful motocycle.  Bear with me as I describe to you her beauty and grace.  Oh, by the way, her name is Bumblebee (because sh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcB2RgTynI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T_fSI8ogX-g/s1600-h/CIMG2527_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcB2RgTynI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T_fSI8ogX-g/s200/CIMG2527_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266680321156565618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e actually look like one from the front end).  Her heart is a 125cc 4 stroke Honda which purred like a little kitten but roar like any lioness would when they're hungry.  Equipped with custom wheels and Xenon headlights, she cut through the darkness with ease.  Her slender seat fit three people and she was born in the year 2002.  Its always fun with her since she cut through the traffic and wind with grace; and of course her beauty turns a few heads =)  Oh, I am so in love right now! LOL  And here's another picture with me on her.  Oh and the bride price was $560 USD, which is very reasonable for a beauty such as she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcEyDunUtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uAKsOP9Fh08/s1600-h/CIMG2510_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcEyDunUtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uAKsOP9Fh08/s200/CIMG2510_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266683547273876178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that I had established was a weekly Sunday dinner (with the ministry gift money support).  Every Sunday, the guy dorm get together and cook a good meal.  It is a great time of fellowship and fun as we work together in the kitchen to prepare a delicious meal.  We each took the liberty to make meals that we specialized in so it is quite a feast.  Because we eat very little food during the rest of the week (and of course the quality isn't something to brag about either), Sunday was a day that everybody look forward to.  After the meal, praise would follow accompanied by the guit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcFBGGGQxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lCM2L2J5C1g/s1600-h/CIMG2477_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcFBGGGQxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lCM2L2J5C1g/s200/CIMG2477_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266683805607281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar and time of fellowship (mostly sharing our journey with God and where we're at).  Now I really understand why Jesus just love to eat with people.  It truly is an amazing experience because there is so much joy in shared food (especially when they're good), intimate conversations, and time to adore our Savior, who by His blood, made all this possible.  Here is one of the meal on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun thing that we did this past week was that we celebrated m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcGmO-vnHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FDIX6N9362c/s1600-h/CIMG2541_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcGmO-vnHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FDIX6N9362c/s200/CIMG2541_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685543159143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y birthday.  It was such an awesome experience and it was such a blast!  I never celebrated my birthday before (except a few time we went to a restaurant, but that doesn't count because that's not a party).  So it was my first time and it was incredible.  Since it is Water Festival next week (where most of the students go back to their province), it was so sweet of them to delay their trip to Sunday so that they could celebrated my birthday and threw me a big party.  One of the girl, named Ma-ria, has her birthday within a week of mine so we celebrated our birthday together.  And there was such a big party with lots of food and fun.  If you look to your left, you can see that we made quite a bit of food!  And don't they all look yummy?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcG-3QfLCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1SW6ZFzoPWk/s1600-h/CIMG2542_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcG-3QfLCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1SW6ZFzoPWk/s200/CIMG2542_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685966287842338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad you guys were not there to share in it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcH6dkNtCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x33h1ADIL_o/s1600-h/CIMG2535_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcH6dkNtCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x33h1ADIL_o/s200/CIMG2535_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686990183412770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at around 4:00PM when all the girls went to the boys' dorm to help out with the cooking.  It was so much fun because we all crowded into a small kitchen and were such busybodies that we end up spillin stuffs, ran into each others, and just simply fooling around and making fun of each other.  It was quite the scene.  Here is a picture for you guys to get a good visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcIwqobQBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/24V5SRbwkuc/s1600-h/CIMG2562_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcIwqobQBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/24V5SRbwkuc/s200/CIMG2562_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266687921403674642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we finish cooking, we brought all the food over to the girls' dorm (because it was much bigger than the guys').  It was really sweet because before we can eat, each one of them went up to Ma-ria and I to wish us a happy birthday (and happy life, good health, etc etc).  It felt more like a wedding, which made me feel awkward at first until I realize that this is their culture then I was more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we got to eat.  After eating, we spent time doing group activities, which mostly consisted us sitting in a circle and talk about our personal life.  It was like the ultimate Truth or Dare game except there is no Dare.  It was really fun to watch because people would get personal questions and everybody would laugh about their answers (even though I don't understand most of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcJiEgK9yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L5nOFcGTJIc/s1600-h/CIMG2549_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcJiEgK9yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L5nOFcGTJIc/s200/CIMG2549_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266688770161964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we end up cutting up the cakes and it was such beautiful cakes!  And delicious too!  After the eating the cake, I manage to snag two present.  It was so sweet because Ma-ria knew that I had lost my necklace and she bought me another one.  It look almost the same as the one that I had before.  It's a simple silver cross (that look rough, but I like it because its more authentic) with thorns in the middle.  So awesome!  And Suk-Kung, another one of the girl, knew that I bought a motocyle so she bought me a cute chain with a big fluffy teddy bear on it.  They're so nice!  So it's probably the best birthday party I had so far (my only one actually, LOL, which I will celebrate more often if it's this good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLCk9o9uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sto0g9EVBnc/s1600-h/CIMG2575_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLCk9o9uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sto0g9EVBnc/s200/CIMG2575_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266690428142941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the cake and present, it was definitely photo time.  Since camera were expensive here, people don't usually take lots of photo.  But this time, everybody went all out.  It was photos after photos on my camera (since its digital and they can save the pictures on their computer).  During photo time, I was abled to convince all the guys to do some pretty cool post.  Here are the pictures.  We did the pyramid, lean on each other and not using any of our hands, and just some random fun pictures.  Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a good and happy week and I had so much fun.  I got to know them a lot better and since I was teaching them English regularly, some of them even started to speak English with me.  Their English improve so fast too!  Of course the opposite is true.  They forced me to practice my Khmer also, which is such a good motivation.  I'm starting to feel really at home here and I just wish it would last o so long.  I guess home is where God calls you to be.  If I really put my heart and energy into living in Phnom Penh and loving the people, I realize that this is home for me, at least for now.  I hope I can remember all the wonderful lessons (and some difficult ones as well) that God has been teaching me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLr-3MIlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fDyI9rVrHn8/s1600-h/CIMG2594_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLr-3MIlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fDyI9rVrHn8/s200/CIMG2594_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266691139469845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLftG8QVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9oA4YRoiHFk/s1600-h/CIMG2592_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcLftG8QVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9oA4YRoiHFk/s200/CIMG2592_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266690928545644882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcL7m8goVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1NmeWaLIQ00/s1600-h/CIMG2578_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcL7m8goVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1NmeWaLIQ00/s200/CIMG2578_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266691407927615826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  After&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRhGwsH9uMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sIYIGmWE8mI/s1600-h/CIMG2617_800x600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRhGwsH9uMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sIYIGmWE8mI/s200/CIMG2617_800x600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267037566502025410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my birthday, it rained like crazy!  For the first time ever, I experienced a flood so bad that it overflowed into our house!  It was such a fun and crazy time because we all panicked.  After we got our act together, we systematically unplugged all the electronic and had to move the refrigerator unto two chairs.  Afterward, my roommate and I decided to barred ourselves into our room by using towels to block the bottom of the door so water won't get in.  It was an interesting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another interesting thing that I noticed here in Phnom is the sheer amount of thunder and lightning during the rainy season.  I see lightning every night (roughtly about 1 every 5 secs) and throughout the night I hear thunder.  Pretty interesting and annoying because I usually get woke up by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praiseworthy Mentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  For all those who prayed for my landlord lady, I have very good news!  It is definitely a testament to the faithfulness of God regarding prayers.  The government decided to cancel all the roadwork debts and fund the whole thing with their own money.  That is pretty surprising because it is virtually unheard of, especially in Cambodia.  Praise God for His faithfulness, grace, and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It was really encouraging to me and the rest of the Cambodia CAMA team to have the VP of C&amp;amp;MA Canada Mission (Jim Foster), Regional Director (Brem), Lorna Doeke, Joanne, and Tim to visit us.  It was really cool because I got to connect with them as we have lunch together.  I learn so much from my conversation with Brem and Jim and even got contact with Tim for future accrediation (which will definitely be helpful).  They were here for about 3 days and I even got a chance to talk with Lorna (Adam's mommy).  She is here to do a sort of documentary on Mission in Cambodia and have a focus on the New Hope ministry.  Her TV program is especially gear toward the unreach and its so encouraging to see such creative ministry happening everywhere.  The mission field is definitely bigger than I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I was really touch by God as we spoke and discuss about my experience here in Cambodia.  As I reflected on my fellowship with the dorm guys sharing our testimonies, on my relationship with other Onsiters, and on my Christians readings (The Shack, Great Divorce, and Miracles), God had impress something very significant on my heart.  I came to appreciate community in a deeper sense.  I previous learn that community was God primary purpose for Creation and that it was the telos of all that He planned but it never really mean much more than that for me.  It all got stuck in my head and not necessary my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, as I was talking with my heavenly Father, it really struck me that I am in community.  A community that transcend space, time, and differences.  This community is so vast and diverse that it is really mind boggling.  It consist of people of the past (like Paul, Adam, Enoch, you name it) to the present (other Onsiters, Ambrose students, teachers, professors, pastors), to the future (those who haven't even been born except in the mind and heart of God).  It trancends space.  I don't necessary have to be in close proximity to experience this community love and grace.  And it trascend differences.  It has so many face, so many different views, so many cultural lens that it really is like a mosaic instead of a clean painting.  And despite all this differences, it tells of one story, a story of Christ and His redemptive work to redeem humanity.  This community only have one story and each individual's tale tells of a grander plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about that deeply, I can't help but feel that even now Paul the apostle is still alive.  My mentor (C.S Lewis) still speaks with me today through his written words.  I learn to appreciate their views and really learn to engage myself into conversation with them.  Even testimonies of other people can be claim as my own because it really tells of the grander plot which I am also a part of.  I learn to really sympathize with my dorm guys as they share their testimonies and really learn how to be truly joyful when they grow in their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new attitude, it really make me genuinely interested in what my brothers and sisters across the world is doing.  It really change my attitude about prayers too because now when I pray for somebody, it is not because I'm obligated to because I'm a Christian but because their stories and mine are one and the same: our stories intertwined together to tell of Christ's redemptive works.  It is such an awesome privilege to be a part of it and I'm so excited for my brothers and sisters.  I'm so glad that I am in such a great community of saints that share in Christ's selfless joy.  Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6027571006638089540-1158254234317053448?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1158254234317053448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=1158254234317053448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1158254234317053448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1158254234317053448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-and-happy-times.html' title='The Fun and The Happy Times!'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SRcAnVa_kOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XVhCumj49ZU/s72-c/CIMG2524_800x600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-8568020578112067347</id><published>2008-10-25T09:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:16:18.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody.  Sorry for another long update, but it's really been awhile.  So feel free to skip some session, I know you will anyways =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to say thank you for all your encouragements and comforting words since the last post.  After more reflections and time spent with God, I finally feel at peace within my soul.  However, I know that a lesson on Grace is not an hour long course or an all night cram...  I know that God will continue to send more situation to reinforce that knowledge...  And its scary and exciting thinking about it.  It's almost like I'm a walking time bomb, not knowing when is the next time I explode at God.  Then again, I think He can handle it (He's so much bigger than my 2petty words) and I feel so safe, knowing that my faith does not have to be shrouded by a fake celebrative attitude all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this week update, I decided to let you guys take a peek into my world.  You are all probably wondering what the heck is DuCkY doing in Cambodia anyways?  Welcome to my World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Monday to Thursday, I am tea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNS1RRD5mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ViDUMByIq5w/s1600-h/CIMG2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNS1RRD5mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ViDUMByIq5w/s200/CIMG2488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261139864820377186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ching two courses of English (Starter and Pre-Intermediate).  The Starter course starts everyday at 11:30AM-12:30PM and the Pre-Intermediate starts everyday at 5:30PM-6:30PM.  All these courses take place at the dorm where the girls are living.  Here's a picture of the place where I taught English.  Originally, these courses were offer at the New Jerusalem church.  However, dued to the low interest level (only dorm students showed up), the whole program (which actually consist of 4 different levels and 5 teachers) were cancelled.  Instead, I got the opportunity to salvage the program.  Luckily for me, the whole program are carefully planned already and there's even a teaching instructional manual and student guide book so I don't have to plan all the material (or else I'll be dead).  Instead, I get to plan fun games to accompany the lesson!  HURRAY!  (Singing the alphabet backward for chocolate anybody?)  That's the New Jerusalem Church when it was flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday and Wednesday, I have to teach a Discipleship Training Session (which primarily focus on training leaders).  It goes from 9:00AM-10:30AM on Tuesday and from 5:30PM-6:30PM on Wednesday.  It's actually pretty challenging since most of the material are theologically indepth.  Since I don't speak Khmer very well and my translator, who is my roomate, can't really understand English (especially when I try to explain t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNTFJOjehI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wc6MODjoZzk/s1600-h/CIMG2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNTFJOjehI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wc6MODjoZzk/s200/CIMG2494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261140137540286994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heological concepts), it was quite challenging.  I mostly rely on my charade and pictionary skill, which is pretty fun and put everybody at ease.  I feel really humbled and always had to rely on the Spirit to give understanding.  So far, it's been pretty good though.  We have lots of fun learning and laughter (especially at my ugly drawings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday and Thursday, I have to attend a TEEac program.  It is a Pastoral Training Program that explore the Gospel of Matthew indepth (and I mean VERY indepth).  My mentor Bill Labbezoo teaches these classes, so I'm thankful that I don't really have to prepare any lesson for it.  It starts at 4:30PM-5:30PM on both Tuesday and Thursday. To the right is a picture of where all the TEEac and Discipleship Program takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to attend a class on Friday that study the book of Hebrew verse by verse.  The class starts at 4:00PM-5:00PM every Friday at the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Saturday Night Fellowship with the guys (very similar to floor meeting at RES) and church on Sunday.  Then there's mentorship meeting on Wednesday morning at 10:00AM-11:00AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my schedule and as you can see, it's pretty packed.  And I do get stressed and tired but that's what afternoon naps are for.  Its so nice to be able to nap in the afternoon here.  It really does rejuvenate you.  I'm carrying this tradition back to Canada for sure!  Unless I get fire on the job... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my world for the next 8 months.  However, it's not as bad as you may think because Cambodia is the one country that has the most holidays out of all the Asian country LOL.  Maybe in the world.  Apparently, there's like about 100 non-working days in a year LOL.  I just started this schedule for like two weeks (after the week long holiday of pagodas visiting) and now I got another 2 weeks break because this week is the King's Birthday and the week after is the Water Festival.  The interesting thing about holidays here in Cambodia is that everybody treat a holiday as extensive holidays.  The King's birthday was suppose to be one day but people take like 3 days off... Then the majority of the people decided, "what the heck, might as well take a week off."  So its very chill here.  I also get no stress because of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Free Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you must also be wondering what the heck do I do for fun?  Surprisingly, I do have lots of free time.  And here's what I do in my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNT7MjwH9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0b5N64OrPzU/s1600-h/CIMG2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNT7MjwH9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0b5N64OrPzU/s200/CIMG2501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261141066147438546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still manage to practice drum everyday.  I brought my drum pad and double kick pedal to the dorm.  What I usually do is I practice my drum rudiments while watching movies!  They are dirt cheap here... I actually go to the market and buy a movie for like $1.50, which is pretty sweet.  So I watch like about a movie a day LOL while practicing drum of course.  So who say watching movie isn't a productive activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, I still go to the gym 4-5 times a week.  It is such an awesome gym because it have a ring and a dance floor too.  And you get to work out shirtless and with sandals!  I manage to make a couple of friends there and we worked out together.  I will be posting up pictures of all my new friends in the next update.  In addition, I breakdance and starting to learn hip hop with them and its been really fun.  Since I came to the gym, I had been steadily becoming more healthy.  I manage to shave off some pounds too which is a nice bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wakes up every morning (at like 7:00AM), I have plenty of time to do devotions before my day starts.  And on top of that, I manage to squeeze in jogging every morning to wake me up and energize me for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNUKlYk40I/AAAAAAAAAEI/GaWULRQur-0/s1600-h/CIMG2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNUKlYk40I/AAAAAAAAAEI/GaWULRQur-0/s200/CIMG2504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261141330509488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I study Khmer everyday for like an hour with my roommate. We don't have a set time to study Khmer but it usually happens at night.  And in the day time, I get to practice what I learn the night before with the locals when I go to the market.  It was so funny because some of them understands me but it takes me like 1 whole minute to produce a sentence.  And you can kinda see their impatience starting to build up. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Things This Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend at dorm got mugged.  Two guys approached him with a knife and asked him for money.  Since nobody in the dorm use any form of banking, he had his entire life saving on him.  Thank God that his wallet was in his back pocket and after checking his knapsack for money, all they found where pens and books.  They end up saying sorry to him and send him off to school instead of checking his back pockets.  I'm always amaze at God's grace and protection over his children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road in our back alley is getting an overhaul by the government and now they are demanding each house to pay $1000USD.  My landlord is very poor and she doesn't know how she can come up with this money.  I would really appreciated if you guys (whoever reading this) will pray for her.  It seems so unfair because I know for sure that fixing the road does not cost around $30000 USD (there's like 30 house on our block).  Pray that corruption and extortion will cease to happen here...  that people can live in peace and safety.  And pray for good leaderships to be in high political position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual Lesson of the Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two news this week that really shocked me (to the extreme) and made me reflect very deeply.  God, you never seems to stop teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the first news I received is that I will be getting a free new laptop!  My sister wanted to support me in Cambodia so she gave me $1000.  Praised God!  Because my old old laptop is well, OLD!  I manage to sell it for $300USD, which is nice and asked my brother to get me a new laptop.  I was expect a financial crunch due to this decision but my sister out of the blue offered to help.  It was really a fresh windfall and the grace of God never seems to amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news only highlighted the bad news that I had received...  One of my cousin/niece died a couple of days ago...  She was found in her bedroom dead.  The authority wasn't sure it was foul play or suicide and the case is still under investigation.  However, I do believe that she was not a Christian.  We are not that close, in fact, I haven't seen her for years.  However, upon hearing the news, I remember all the fun times we had when we were little, and play video games together...  And I was very sad...  One of the thing that touched me most is what my brother Hung said after he told me the news...  "Life is very fleeting isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why God is so good to you?  That's the thought that went through my head...  Why has God being so good to me?  Who am I and what is my family that God has blessed me so much?  Why am I so blessed?  And here is my cousin, who do not know God and yet pass away at the tender age of 20...  It made me reflect on my life and all the things that God has done in it...  It made me sick...  in fact so sick that I almost wanted to puke..  I'm so disgusted at how ungrateful I have been...  And I'm definitely sick at the fact that it was so underserving...  Its hard to describe the feeling but I feel so underserving that it is beyond my comprehension why God would care about an insignificant little speck like me who are here today and gone tomorrow.  Even after all these blessings, my heart is still harden, my soul is still not fully devoted, and my spirit still in occasional rebellion...  That makes me sick..  I detest myself...  I just wish that there is something, anything, that I can offer back to Him...  And yet, I find nothing... even the faith I have and the obedience that occasionally comes are from His Spirit inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more sickening is that even these thoughts of realization only comes because of blessings and the contrast of lack of blessings...  I wonder if God has not hedged me in and sheltered me from sufferings, would I be quick to recognize His grace still?  I would not dare to say that I would... and that makes me all the more sick about the state of my fallenness...  I love God because of what He's done...  for me...  sounds like self-love to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very humbling reflection...  My prayer request is for you guys to pray for the grieving family and hope that they will come to a saving knowledge of God's grace...  That they will not perish without knowing their Redeemer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fleeting...  Our only hope is in You Jesus.  For where else can we go?  And who else can we turn to?  For You, and You alone, have the Word of Life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-8568020578112067347?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8568020578112067347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=8568020578112067347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/8568020578112067347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/8568020578112067347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission.html' title='The Mission'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SQNS1RRD5mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ViDUMByIq5w/s72-c/CIMG2488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-2027840324773236238</id><published>2008-10-18T08:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:38:06.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Lesson on Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hiya all.  This blog update is a very personal update that I originally had decided not to share because I did not want to seem unspiritual, or even vulnerable.  I was only going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; to share it with all the Onsiters through e-mails but I decided to put it on my blog because it is a testimony about God's greatness despite of my downfall.  A month into Onsite and God has already been jumping on the bandwagon to teach me stuff.  Some of the stuff God's teaching me is hard to swallow though because it is tough teachings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is what prompted me to share this lesson on grace.  When I arrived here in Phnom Penh, the first thing that I wanted to do was to get out there and really get to know people.  As I go about the street, markets, and places, I noticed that I really re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ally stand out as a foreigner.  First of, I do not speak Khmer and secondly, I think my appearance may be very different.  Wearing Versace glasses, spike hair, small eyes, wearing shorts and sleeveless is probably not the best thing if I tried to fit in.  As I was going about doing my thing, I noticed that people really try to make money of me.  Everything was v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ery "expensive" and it made me really mad.  It seems so unfair that I have to pay so much more when the guy next to me bought the same thing for half the price...  So that's the drop of water that started to fill my bucket of rage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a few times I have been approached by many girls who wanted to drag me into their house to give me "massages".  At first, I was really dissappointed with my fellow Vietnamese sisters.  Then I got angry, wondering how could they sell their body for an amount that I would used to pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;y for my breakfast.  I wanted to tell them that they are priceless, that they have great value, more than any amount of money could buy.  But words evaded my lips.  And it continues to drip drip drip, ever filling up the bucket inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SPoPmhFp1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/SPVDbj2c80c/s1600-h/58095163.website21.2S21Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SPoPmhFp1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/SPVDbj2c80c/s320/58095163.website21.2S21Painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258532669300003858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hirdly, I decided to do some research on the history of Cambodia in my free time.  So I went out and bought a couple of documentaries since I could not find any history book in English here.  As I was watching, I saw all the horrific atrocities tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t Pol Pot and his regime concocted that ended in the demise of 1/3 of the population.  On one of the video that I watched, it features ex-Khmer Rouge who now works in the very prison that they used to tortured their victims as a tour guide.  Because of their experiences, they were ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;le to show what they did to their victims by re-nacting those horrific memories.  As I was watching... it continues to drip drip drip.  Until the very end of the documentary, the bucket finally overflowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed by the things that I had experienced and seen that I fell into prayers as I try to make sense of it all.  The following is a transcript of my conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; with God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc: God, why do evil exists?  Why are people continually bend on doing evil to one another.  It isn't fair at all in this country.  From small injustice to great, it all exists here.  It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:  What's not fair?  What injustice are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Duc:  Well, for starter, it's not fair that I get ripped off by people here because they decided that it is profitable to ripped somebody off.  That's not fair to show partiality.  Just because I'm a foreigner does not give them the right to charge me an arm and  leg for things.  That's injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God:  Have you forgotten what it is like to be in nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;d when you live in Vietnam since your youth?  Or have all the luxuries that I lavished on you dulled your senses?  These people needs are greater than you can imagine.  And what's this about fairness?  Did you not have a choice to say no?  You did not need to buy but you decided to so don't complain when you have rightly exercise your freedom of choice as they have exercise their freedom to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Duc:  How about the injustice of the exploitation of the poor?  How bout my fellow Vietnamese sisters who are out there?  What has been done to help them?  Why are people so evil, using each other for gains?  Is there no mercy, no justice?  Why are there foreigners who came here to exploit those who are in needs instead of helping them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:  Why are you here Duc?  Why is your mentor here?  Many are called, few have answered.  I continue to call, everyday I continue to call.  Yet, as powerful as I am, I will not overrule people free will.  I long for many to come yet far removed from the sight and plight of sufferings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;few have answer those call.  The important question is not why but what...  What are you going to do about it?  Will you be faithful to my calling and find a way to reach out or will you sit there, moped and complain and demand me for an answer?  Beside, you already know the answer...  As long as the kingdom has not arrive in all its fullness, there will always be evil.  In fact, I have already told you that the days are evil, that in the last days, many hearts will grow cold.  Just make sure yours won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc:  Okay God, how about this... this seems like its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;beyond my comprehension.  Look at all the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge.  Just look it!  It is horrible.  What have been done to these men?  What just sentence has been given to them?  They slaughters millions of their countrymen.  Yet, here they are, walking freely...  Some are still soldiers, some are tour guide (re-nacting for tourists what they did in disgusting prisons), some are rich from previous gains by killing the poor, some are high ranked government officials...  Is this justice?  Has not David in his Psalms cries out for justice?  Has not he declared that Your face will not look upon evil?  Or is it that Solomon's proverbs are lies when he said the wicked will not go unpunished?  Yet here, to the second and third generation, these people prospered.  And still some continue to be rich and powerful... enough to be corrupted and continue to exploit the poor for selfish gains...  What has been done to them?  How can they be so corrupt, so evil, so cruel....?  WHY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God:  Yes, it is true that my face will not look on evil and I despite wrongdoings.  My soul hates violence and yes, my servant David spoke correctly of me when he said that I will dashed those who are evil to pieces.  But behold Duc and I will show you a better way.  If it's justice you seek, shall I also bring my justice to you?  Shall I judge you in the same way that you want me to judge them?  Do you think your petty sins of swearing, or stealing, or lusting, or idolizing, or self-loving are not as great as murdering, torturing, harassing, and blood-lust?  True that I do detest certain sins more so than others but don't be th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;inking for a second that you are guiltless.  Do you truely think that these people are evil?  What make you think they're so evil and you're so less?  Is it because of your intellect that you value human rights?  Or maybe your conscience tells you that peace is the best way to go?  Maybe you are well versed in justice and righteousness because of a democratic country that you were raised in?  I tell you the truth, you are just as evil...  and everybody is just as evil.  Do you not think that if given the same conditions, you would not do the very things that you had detested?  What separate you from the Khmer Roug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e?  The environment that you were in and the way you were raised...  And guessed who put you there?  Chance?  Is it not my grace that you have been spared?  Has not my mighty hands deliver you from the plight of sufferings?  Let me put it straight...  The only thing that separated you and them is my grace.  It is by grace that you have come to know me.  It is only by grace that you have been spared to witness such evils or to participate in such evils.  The only difference between you and them is that they do not know me Duc and you do.  You were given the chance to know me, to have a relationship with me, to have m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;y Spirit in you to cleanse you and built you into the likeness of my Son.  Shall I judge them base on the circumstances that they were in?  If so, I will pour out my judgment on you as well because I know well how you would turn out if given the same circumstances.  Duc, my dear Duc, I will show you a greater way than justice...  You, yourself, know full well that I am right.  You know your past...  My dear Duc, I will say again, the only different is that you know me.  I hope that you will answer the same call as I have called my servant Abraham...  I have blessed you with the opportunity to know me, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o love me, to be conform into the likeness of my Son so that the nations will also be blessed through you.  Instead of asking for justice, I hope that you will ask me to show Myself to them.  I hope that you will pray to me to send my Spirit among them.  I hope that you will be my hands and feet that they may know my tender touch.  Be my voice that they may know My Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;By the time that this conversation was over, there was such a huge sense of guilt that swept over me.  How could I be so foolish...?  I really am a spoiled child that only look out for number one: me...  What petty view on justice did I have?  And the lesson was learnt... or so I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God is truly a God whose words "will not return empty, but will accomplish what I [He] desire and achieve the purpose for which I [He] sent it." (Isaiah 55:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am writing this blog, I must confess that God has effectively reveal the depth of evil in my heart.  Even after a moving conversation with Him where He show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me such wisdom and love, I cannot come to be someone who is sympathic and understanding.  God had decided to reveal my heart in an event that took place today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking home from working out (aound 7:30PM), a man approached me.  I did not want eye contact so I looked down instead, thinking that I'm showing proper respect.  Before I knew it, he reached out, grabbed my necklace and tore it from me.  In a quick reaction, I manage to use my left hand to hold onto it but he ripped out my cross that I was wearing.  I still have the necklace but the cross was stolen from me.  In a burst of rage and distraught, I decided that I wanted to run after him a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nd really pound his face in.  If it wasn't for his friends in the dark alley with him, I would have taken him out stone cold.  He was a strawny guy after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad and once again finding myself questioning God.  If it had been any other necklace, it would have been fine with me.  But this was the one that my mother gave it to me for my birthday and I had wore it for like years.  I have never taken it off and it felt like its a part of me.  It was special because its the only religious gift my mommy has given me... almost like an approval of my relationship with Christ on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was taken from me by force.  And again, I qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;estion why people behave the way they do.  And this is the honest confession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc:  God, did you just see that?  I really wish you would do something...  Like let me beat the crap out of him.  Give me a chance, I know I can do it.  I want my necklace back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:  Have you so quickly forgotten the lesson that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have taught you?  I'm dissappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc:  But God, that is not just a necklace.  It's special.  It has sentimental value, which cannot be replace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:  Duc, that person is very valuable to me, he cannot be replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc:  Its not like I'll kill him, geez, I just wanted my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;necklace back.  Why are people so stupid?  Geez, don't they know better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:  Very amusing Duc... Very ironic.  Say you did went after him and I deliver him into your hands...  Yes, you will hurt him...  And he will return your necklace...  And he will extend his hands to you... he will open up his hand with a bruised face and fear in his eyes... only to gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ve you back a silver cross that you have so treasured because it was a religious gift that your mommy has given you to symbolize sacrificial love?  Think about it Duc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duc:  You know what God, why do you always have to make things so complicated?  Why must you always be right, it is so annoying!!!!!  You know what!?  I know I'm a sinful person...  Okay, so what if given the circumstances, I would do the same thing as him.  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ut I didn't do it yet!  Geez!!  Gosh!  why is it so hard to learn something so simple!?  Why must you always test me!?  I know that it was You who had allow this to happen to test the heart to see if I had truely learn.  Why must life be full of learning?  Why must your teachings be so hard to swallow?  Shall then I pray for him?  shall I be a good little Christians boy and deny my feelings and offer up a prayer of forgiveness to him?  Is that what you want God?  Because in my heart, that's not how I feel.  God!!!!  Why am I so evil!?  Is there no depth to the vileness of the human heart!?!?!?  My spirit wants to follow you, to forgive, to pray for him to know you so that he will be given the same opportunity as me... But why does my heart say otherwise?  Why does my emotions say get even, why does my emotions cry out for justice!? (in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; selfish sense of the word)  I detest myself...  I detest my situations...  I detest all the fire that you put me through just to test the heart and refine the soul...  ARGHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SPoQmw7WOQI/AAAAAAAAADo/LoO0HeeFaWA/s1600-h/CIMG2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SPoQmw7WOQI/AAAAAAAAADo/LoO0HeeFaWA/s320/CIMG2483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258533773063371010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-2027840324773236238?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2027840324773236238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=2027840324773236238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/2027840324773236238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/2027840324773236238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-lesson-on-grace.html' title='A Hard Lesson on Grace'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SPoPmhFp1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/SPVDbj2c80c/s72-c/58095163.website21.2S21Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-5340562199543647010</id><published>2008-10-06T08:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:29:00.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Life</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been about a week since I live here in Phnom Penh.  I've pretty much got used to the new life here in Cambodia and pretty much settled down.  I came to realize that this is now my new home: it has become a reality in my mentality that I'm not gonna go home for at least another 8 months.  Whenever I try to think about home (about all the comfort, families, and friends), I get a little bit sad.  But I think that its gonna be okay because I've made some new friends here in Phnom Penh already and I got a good family that I stayed with.  With the Asian culture, it does really feels like a family because I have to address them as such (i.e, calling the older ones brothers and sisters and calling the host family auntie and uncle, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new life is actually pretty exciting when I'm not thinking a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoehaCk9GI/AAAAAAAAACY/n5ZtkBxwWlQ/s1600-h/CIMG2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoehaCk9GI/AAAAAAAAACY/n5ZtkBxwWlQ/s200/CIMG2418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254045474555753570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bout home.  I'm living in a pretty spacest room compared to dorm at Ambrose.  The place where I am staying at is called CAMA dorm.  It is a dorm that host Khmer university students as they study at the university.  Currently, it has a guy dorm and a girl dorm (which are basements rented from the local and house 7 guys and 8 girls).  It has a big yard, big enough for me to exercise every morning and do things like basketball and volleyball (which the guys and I will be doing starting as of now really).  Here is a picture of the front and what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoewFZgQoI/AAAAAAAAACg/DHnPcMvzBSs/s1600-h/CIMG2419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoewFZgQoI/AAAAAAAAACg/DHnPcMvzBSs/s200/CIMG2419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254045726712808066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the guy basement, there is a BIG living room, a kitchen, and two bedrooms.  Each of the bedrooms has its own toilet and shower, which is nice since I share a bedroom with only one guy.  The other bedroom is shared between two other guys and the living room is shared between three guys.  Each of the bedroom has a bunk bed and the living room has two bunk beds.  Here's the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoe_Zzb9gI/AAAAAAAAACo/pCwvNQlrnaA/s1600-h/CIMG2420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoe_Zzb9gI/AAAAAAAAACo/pCwvNQlrnaA/s200/CIMG2420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254045989888325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's my bedroom and toilet.  I got my own closet, computer tables, and bed, which is very nice.  I actually just recently bought mattress with bed sheets, coverings, pillow, and a sausage pillow (&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofMGYYFeI/AAAAAAAAACw/divlzxOXFZc/s1600-h/CIMG2421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofMGYYFeI/AAAAAAAAACw/divlzxOXFZc/s200/CIMG2421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254046208012850658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all for only $100).  It felt so comfortable, just like home.  But I do feel guilty because the other guys have like mattresses that's half the size of mine…  And there is no AC in our house, which is kinda disappointing because it gets really really hot.  However, we use fans and each one of us have one.  It was kinda funny but my roommate actually gets cold so he lets me use his at night.  So at night I got two fans blowing at me while I sleep, which is as good as AC =)  I know I know, I'm spoiled.  But it is necessary for me to ease into the process of climatization. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofddeyYOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mDs0MTpT2Ao/s1600-h/CIMG2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofddeyYOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mDs0MTpT2Ao/s200/CIMG2423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254046506271531234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s what the kitchen looks like.  It's pretty plain but it's also spacest as well.  We don't have a stove or anything like that.  It's pretty much a gigantic barbecue that is hooked up into another ginormous gas tank.  We use these pots and pans that was quite old to cook and so food sticks to them like mad.  In order to correct the problem, the guys used twice/three times as much oil to get the food off: so I will be gaining quite a bit of weight (pooyah!).  But its always fun to experience new things and find creative ways to work around problems.  And beside, the guys are really nice.  We have a system for every meal.  Whoever cooks doesn't have to clean, which is very nice.  Currently, I'm cooking with use my roommate because the rest of the guys complain that we eat too luxuriously (meaning we spent about $0.50 per person per meal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an interesting bit of information.  Our dorm does not have a fridge.  I was so disappointed when I first but as time goes on, I'm getting use to that fact.  What end up happening is that my roommate and I go to the market everyday to buy fresh vegetables and meat (not so much the meat) for every meal.  The markets are just little shacks put together.  It was okay to buy vegetables there but the meat were below stand&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofxyu5kYI/AAAAAAAAADA/kqv-HbLxMqA/s1600-h/CIMG2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOofxyu5kYI/AAAAAAAAADA/kqv-HbLxMqA/s200/CIMG2473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254046855573639554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ards…  There were flies and pest always flying around the meat…  But I guess my stomach will have to adjust to that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to get to the market, I rode on a moped.  It was so much fun because my roommate had a moped and he taught me to ride it.  Traffic was crazy but it seems like I got used to it pretty fast.  I even kept up and pass some of the local during traffic, which is pretty fun and exilerating.  Here's a picture of me and my dorky helmet on the moped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the place where I'm staying at also have like 4 dogs!  This is such a big bonus for me because I love dogs.  When I first came, they all rush at me and my roommate was like, "Don't pet them, they'll bite &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOof_9ZBAMI/AAAAAAAAADI/LtN6cWUwT6w/s1600-h/CIMG2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOof_9ZBAMI/AAAAAAAAADI/LtN6cWUwT6w/s200/CIMG2466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047098952810690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;off your hands."  Dogs here are quite vicious until they get to know you.  So I was so scared at first but after they got used to my smell, and rubbed my legs a few time (arrgghhh!), they are fine with me.  And to sped up the process, I bought some bread and stuff and started to feed them.  And now, they're like my good friends and we have fun hanging out.  I'm even trying to teach them new tricks using psychological methods like learning through association and conditioning using positive rewards (food).  I taught all o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOogeQn468I/AAAAAAAAADY/e0Dn9ETwh-0/s1600-h/CIMG2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOogeQn468I/AAAAAAAAADY/e0Dn9ETwh-0/s200/CIMG2468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047619511544770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f them to stand on two legs, which is pretty cool =)  Here are their cute faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOogMk8liPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0hqHY9uQMBE/s1600-h/CIMG2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOogMk8liPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0hqHY9uQMBE/s200/CIMG2469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047315729418482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, life here is pretty fun and exciting if I just focus on where I am and not necessary where I'm not.  I really do miss family, I really do miss friends, and I really do miss going to school.  But God is so faithful and there's nowhere else I rather be than here where He called me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-5340562199543647010?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5340562199543647010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=5340562199543647010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/5340562199543647010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/5340562199543647010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-life.html' title='The New Life'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOoehaCk9GI/AAAAAAAAACY/n5ZtkBxwWlQ/s72-c/CIMG2418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-1854333617255019820</id><published>2008-10-03T09:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:27:07.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival</title><content type='html'>  &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY3xwM9mTI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yk-LhePqvGg/s1600-h/CIMG2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY3xwM9mTI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yk-LhePqvGg/s320/CIMG2410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947343266650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="OneNote.File"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft OneNote 12"&gt;  &lt;p   style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11pt;"&gt;Hi there y'all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've finally arrive to Cambodia after that fun and wonderful vacation to Vietnam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually arrived here on September 25th at the city of Phnom Penh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The air and humidity in Cambodia resembles that of Vietnam so I'm thankful that I actually got a week to get climatized in Vietnam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came to Cambodia during its rainy season, which will last until November.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was surprising to see that much of the countryside was flooded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so flooded that to get around you actually need a boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's a picture that I took on the plane to the right hand side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, when I came to Cambodia, it was during a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4GCkRS6I/AAAAAAAAABw/7NFoN9IDF10/s1600-h/CIMG2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4GCkRS6I/AAAAAAAAABw/7NFoN9IDF10/s320/CIMG2431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947691793632162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;national holiday called Pchombend Day (which last about a week).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of Phnom Penh was pretty much deserted because most of the Khmai people went home to the countryside to visit their families and visit Pagodas (which are Buddhist temples).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During this time, it is believed that the spirits of their ancestors journeyed back to earth from the spirit realm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Khmer people need to visit at least 7 temples to offer sacrifices to their ancestors in form of food and fruits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they failed to make these sacrifices to their ancestors, it is believed that their ancestors will stick around for the rest of the year and give them troubles or bad luck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's some of the pagodas that was around Phnom Penh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4XehajEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jZjmGQgsHYg/s1600-h/CIMG2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4XehajEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jZjmGQgsHYg/s320/CIMG2445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947991355624514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite an interesting experience because when I arrived at Phnom Penh, my first impression is that it was quite a small city…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since Pchombend Day has just finished, the city changed over night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was once a small and deserted city is now flooded with people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so crowded that I thought that I was in Saigon again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's a picture of the typical traffic that you would find in Phnom Penh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I arrived, I stayed at CAMA guest house (which was the official Alliance guest house in Phnom Penh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to stay there for a week until the holiday was over so that I can move into the guy dorm (which is where I'll be staying for the next 8-12 months).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was quite nice to be in the guest house while I get cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imatized because it had Air Condition and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was very comfortable and it was a good time for me to get used to the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a picture of the guest house that I stayed at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4zkTIXtI/AAAAAAAAACA/lrbDeowtKrs/s1600-h/CIMG2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY4zkTIXtI/AAAAAAAAACA/lrbDeowtKrs/s320/CIMG2414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948473942662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;While I was there, I really didn't do much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like another vacation (woohoo!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill and Ilana took my mom and I out quite a bit to show us around the city and of course, to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I visited some saw some interesting place (like a former Khmer Rouge prison) and a lot of pagodas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also got to visit some of the malls (shopping&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY5ZF_YroI/AAAAAAAAACI/TfroYt6dUk4/s1600-h/CIMG2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY5ZF_YroI/AAAAAAAAACI/TfroYt6dUk4/s320/CIMG2444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949118641811074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for my stay here in Cambodia) and markets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite surprising to see that malls in Cambodia are quite nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There's two malls in Phnom Penh that was very nice and very Western.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They're call Savana and Sorya and they have the BEST ICECREAM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we also visited markets, which are really like many little shacks put together and quite, well undeveloped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was awesome though because it was totally what I wanted to experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was super cheap to shop at those place and the food is SUPER GOOD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always joke around back in Canada that if you want good Asian food, you need to go to a dirty restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I can confirm it all with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's a place that we ate at in the market.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;What's really interesting is that Khmer have two currency that they officially use.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The preferred currency (in the Phnom Penh at least) here is actually USD (which is the US dollar).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The second official currency is the Khmer Reil (which is about 4000 Reil to 1 USD).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a bit of information that I thought was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;And after all that, my mommy left and now I'm here by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess fun times over and it's time to get SEWIOUS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, move update later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That's it for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for tuning in you noisy people. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-1854333617255019820?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1854333617255019820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=1854333617255019820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1854333617255019820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/1854333617255019820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/10/arrival.html' title='The Arrival'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOY3xwM9mTI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yk-LhePqvGg/s72-c/CIMG2410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-3937559353290489215</id><published>2008-10-02T08:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:33:11.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times in Vietnam!</title><content type='html'>So sorry that it took so long to update my blog but for all you who are interested in me and my journey half way across the world, this is the first updated blog (one of many more to come, hopefully).  Anyways, first I would like to say thank you (you know who you are) for supporting me through prayers and finance to make this trip possible.  But you guys are probably wondering what in the world am I doing with all that prayers and money.  So that's the purpose of this blog is to let you in my world (well, as best as I know how) and hopefully we can journey together in all of this craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, for all those who thought that I left on the 10th of September, you are sadly mistaken.  I actually left on the 18th (there was a week delay due to my trip to Calgary and lack of preparation).  My mom and I went to Vietnam for a week to visit my grandparents before we head to Cambodia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTV0qehlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ScH_suuMsKI/s1600-h/CIMG2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTV0qehlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ScH_suuMsKI/s320/CIMG2367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252558166153074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened at the Vancouver airport... I ran into Dan Lam (who's an Onsiter too).  What are the chance of that happening huh?  Weird...  but it was awesome too because it's cool to see that I'm not heading out alone and it's a reminder that I have friends who are on the same journey as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got to Vietnam safely and spent a week there.  During the entire week, I did nothing but eat, sleep, play video games, and of course going to the gym so that I can eat some more without getting &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTXXtZllCI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Wxv-j2ee5k/s1600-h/CIMG2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTXXtZllCI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Wxv-j2ee5k/s320/CIMG2372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252559867744719906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;flabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a couple of things that surprise me when I was in Vietnam.  First of all, the air and heat is so bad that I never got quite used to it.  I had to take like 4 showers a day on top of the suffocating air.  The picture to the right tells the story.  That line that you saw is the smog dome that was created over Saigon.  Imagine living in that dome for like a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTYjqOzlVI/AAAAAAAAABI/nWNIXng7bZ0/s1600-h/CIMG2394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTYjqOzlVI/AAAAAAAAABI/nWNIXng7bZ0/s320/CIMG2394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252561172564251986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;second thing that surprised me is the amount of traffic that Saigon has.  It was unbelievably busy.  I hear constant beeping of horn honking from 6:00AM - 12:00AM.  And it's not an exaggeration.  Its definitely a different environment than Canada.  But after a night there, it was actually fun to be in such a busy city, always seeing somebody new (I guess I'm a city boy).  To the left is a sample of the night life in Saigon city and how busy traffic can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing that surprised me is how good food taste in Vietnam.  I had like the best food in my life!  And it was so cheap too!  In the whole week while I was there, I spent like only $70 dollars on food and it was like pretty much all you can eat all the time everytime.  Needless to say, to burn of all the excess food that I was munching down, I actually had to exercise quite a bit.  A typical day in Vietnam for me consist of getting up and having a BIG breakfast followed by desert.  Afterward, I would get on the stairmaster that my grandpa have at his house for an hour (while playing my DS lite of course).  Then off I went into devotion and spending time with God with a big lunch accompanying it and of course more desert.  Then its the afternoon nap until 2:00PM.  Then I get my butt to the gym (to work out) for about an hour.  Afterward, I would wander the street (literally) to look for some more good food, which doesn't take very long for me to find.  Then its homeward bound with breakdancing and drum practice for about 2-3 hours.  Then my aunt and uncle would be free at night to take me out to cruise the city and of course, dinner with deserts.  So that's pretty much what I did in Vietnam. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and here's my family in Vietnam.  That's pretty much all that happened in Vietnam.  Then it's off to Cambodia after my week stay, which I will blog later.  Cya all and God bless for now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTa_cgUr4I/AAAAAAAAABY/MjREGDjVYxg/s1600-h/CIMG2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTa_cgUr4I/AAAAAAAAABY/MjREGDjVYxg/s320/CIMG2406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252563848939220866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTbTRSn6fI/AAAAAAAAABg/KyNKj6uTXVg/s1600-h/CIMG2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTbTRSn6fI/AAAAAAAAABg/KyNKj6uTXVg/s320/CIMG2407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252564189526354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTav0m_3tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QWcoLvEMT2Q/s1600-h/CIMG2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTav0m_3tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QWcoLvEMT2Q/s320/CIMG2402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252563580531760850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-3937559353290489215?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3937559353290489215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=3937559353290489215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/3937559353290489215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/3937559353290489215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times-in-vietnam.html' title='Good Times in Vietnam!'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTV0qehlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ScH_suuMsKI/s72-c/CIMG2367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027571006638089540.post-9139305529240632484</id><published>2008-03-20T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:56:07.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Onsite</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are viewing this, chances are that you know me personally and that I told you about my future direction (regarding Onsite).  I'm so excited to go to Cambodia next year (2008-2009) to learn and serve God in a cross-cultural context.  It's been a pretty good school year but I think I'm prepare to do something radical and fun.  Studying has been a dragged after about 4 years so I really need a change of setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027571006638089540-9139305529240632484?l=duc-onsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/feeds/9139305529240632484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027571006638089540&amp;postID=9139305529240632484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/9139305529240632484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027571006638089540/posts/default/9139305529240632484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duc-onsite.blogspot.com/2008/03/preparing-for-onsite.html' title='Preparing for Onsite'/><author><name>DuCkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737143775850014040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvSWwmTZUb8/SOTNH6A7xAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QCSrlZlhB8U/S220/n507692070_98363_1996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
