#phnon penh

[starbrighte]

Phnon Penh

[migratingapple]

178th street in Phnom Penh to the Central Market - YouTube

[photomuzik]

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តែព្រះយេស៊ូវរក្សាទុក http://evang2014.blogspot.com.br/

ខ្ញុំបានភ្ញាក់ផ្អើលយ៉ាងខ្លាំងភាសារបស់អ្នក

អាននិងចម្លងសៀវភៅទំនុកដំកើង

មើលទៅនៅទីនេះ

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ចូរក្រោកឡើងសម្រាប់ជំនួយរបស់យើង, និងព្រះប្រោសលោះយើងសម្រាប់ព្រះហឫទ័យមេត្ដាករុណារបស់ព្រះអង្គ។ ទំនុកតម្កើង 44:26

ដោយដឹងថាមិនមែនជាមួយនឹងអ្វីដែលតែងតែរលាយសាបសូន្យដូចជាមាសឬប្រាក់ដែលអ្នកបានលោះពីការសន្ទនាឥតប្រយោជន៍របស់អ្នកទទួលបានដោយប្រពៃណីពីបុព្វបុរសរបស់; ប៉ុន្តែជាមួយនឹងឈាមវិសេសរបស់ព្រះគ្រិស្ដដែលប្រៀបបាននឹងកូនចៀមមួយដែលល្អឥតខ្ចោះនិងដោយគ្មាន, ពេត្រុសទី 1 1: 18,19 chaur kraok laeng samreab chomnuoy robsa yeung, ning preah braosa loh yeung samreab preahhryty me tda krounea robsa preahangk . tomnouk tamkeung 44:26

daoy doeng tha minmen cheamuoynung avei del tengte rleay sabsauny dauchchea measa ryy brak del anak ban loh pi karosantonea itabrayoch robsa anak ttuol ban daoy brapeinei pi bopvoborsa robsa ; bonte cheamuoynung chheam visesa robsa preah krisd del brieb ban nung kaunchiem muoy del laitakhchaoh ning daoy kmean , petrosa ti 1 1: 18,19 Google Tradutor 

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[nhappylove]

Mu Sochua, champion of women’s rights and justice in Cambodia and member of the Cambodia National Rescue party, joining election protest today in the streets of Phnon Penh

[permanentlyout]

Blackout in Phnon Penh

Another fucking blackout. That's two in the last 2 hours - what the fuck is wrong with this place. I collect my thoughts, scramble around in the dark and amble on down 3 flights of steps to the restaurant slash shit hole.

There's a bookshelf and I grab a novel, a table and a bottle of beer. Thankfully they have set up some candles and I can wind down with this book by candlelight - it might as well be fucking Valentines!

A steady flow of bewildered guests come down the stairs their expressions screaming: "who turned the lights out?"

The tables are few and far between - I don't mind sharing but a headache and a lack of sleep mean I'm not in the mood for idle travel chit-chat.

A tall lanky American comes over with a smile that reeks of: "Hi, I'm Chad, I see we are in a similar situation and I thought we could exchange a yarn, have a few beers and while away the fucking hours?"

Now I'm usually a lad who's up for that type of jibe but not tonight. Before he can open his mouth I return his smile with a hint of: "I'm smiling because if I wasn't I would be massacring everyone in sight starting with you and whilst we share a common problem that's all we are going to be sharing, so sod off!"

Of course he reads this as "pull up a chair and let's exchange our favourite colours" and immediately starts dribbling on about something. I calmly close my book, calm before the storm kinda calm. Then magically the lights come on. You survive this time Chad.

I excuse myself and drag my weary body up 3 flights of stairs to my room. As I put the key in the door the lights go out.

Chad is going to die.

[globed-blog]

Phnom Penh, Cambodia (source)