ស៊ុបស្ពៃ

Happy Birthday Buddy!

It's been a very long time that I didn't post anything as well as comment to
my fellow bloggers. But I read most of your posts as my habits.

Today I just wanna express some feeling which has been come a long with me. The song titled above make me feel hurt all the time. It perhaps my parent's most favorite song.
I realized this when I was searching Youtube for some songs and suddenly I heard that. My memory suddenly prompted back. As I remember, it was a pretty cold night when my mother
picked up one of the song books that my father written for my mother before they got married. Then my mother asked him to sing. He was brave and sing for her in front of me and my sister. We laughed and smiled. Later my mother talked about that song several times with me. I wish I can share her pain and I can't measure who much love she has for my father. I am proud of them. My father comes from a mix Khmer and Chinese family. His family was a សេដ្ឋីស្រុកស្រែ. He graduated from Royal University of Phnom Penh in 1973 and later from Russian school of politics. My aunt told me he will not walk when he went to his father's farm. He asked for piggy back from the worker there. He is very sincere and quiet person. He was kinds and honest. He did something very slow (talk, walk...). He loved dancing, music, and sightseeing. He loved to kiss kids with his mustache. He liked kids a lot till my mother said Doch ort kon nas jeng. He liked flower and gardening. He used to make my backyard as orchid garden. He loved to eat sticky rice with durain (all time when we went to eat dessert). He loved to do house work (my mother didn't do much housework). He was good at Mathematics (Geometry) and Physics (optic physics). He loved literature. He was a culture conservative. He knew French,English (read only) and a bit of Russian. One things, I've never see him laughed only smiled. He looked serious all the time but inside I can tell very soft. I never got beaten even one hahaha as well as my sister. He wake up so early in the morning just to cook breakfast for the whole family. He always say this to me "មិនដឹងជាសិស្សអីដេកមិនព្រមក្រោកសោះ!គេហៅថាសិស្សខ្ជឹល!", just before he finished this sentence I would just rush from bed! Yes, He smoked, and drink as well. He loved train, I got a lot of train toys. He loved taking photos. I played his Cannon camera since I was lil boy. He left a lot of black and white photos. I got his big Cannon lens also but the camera is already broken and I will get it fixed one day. He loved motors. He used to own a big motor and I just didn't like it at all. When I was young I always refuse to ride on that motor (stupid, now I love the big motor as well). He loved theater. I had been jealous with him all the time when he hug or kiss my mother. I will be the middle person to protect her. I always got angry when he kissed my mother (brainless kid). He loved to ដកម្រាមជើងរបស់ខ្ញុំ since I was lil baby(as my mother told me). He loved to write diary. He left more than 50 diary books. He wished me to become a scientist. He left one french word for me "Science sans conscience n’est que ruine de l’âme …François Rabelais" literary means Science without conscience will destroy the soul.

Is it boring? I feel lil emotion today perhaps I missed him :(( and I know my mother even worse than me. I have been writing letter to him many times.

you can listen to the song now :). She sang well for me and with modern music there, I enjoy
a lot . :) Good Night Cambodia!