You may.....

You may rob Cambodia but you can't rob my heart away from Cambodia.

Jeat Khmer Min Lgnong Klov

Jeat Khmer Min Lngong Klov- Khmer race are not "stupid" a song sung by Meas Samon & So Savoeun.

So true, if Khmer are "stupid," we wouldn't be survived for over two thousand years.

Baskets From Cambodia

I saw Khmer baskets being sold at Japanese market.
These baskets are hand made from Lpeuk, a very tall reed in Cambodia."The reed 'la peuk' is harvested most ideally at a thickness of about 1/4", slightly green to start. After natural drying, the Cambodian 'la peuk' turns a light, clean yellowish hue- brighter than the baskets of neighboring countries, giving them a much cleaner appearance."

Is Pol Pot Khmer?

Mobil of Pol Pot
Khmers Rouge = Vietnamese
Pol Pot is an abbreviation of the English word "Political Potential"; such is the political nickname of ex-Saloth Sar that Hanoi and China allotted to him. He was a personal selected by Hanoi and China to replace Soeung Ngok Minh and Tout Sa Mut, which had just disappeared under a mysterious condition. From the origin point of view, Pol Pot was nothing Vietnamese, but for the point of view of policy and profile, Pol Pot served incontestably, the interest of Vietnamese.

Born in Prek Sbauv (Kompong Thom) in May 19, 1928, he descended from a comfort farming family. He was the eighth child of a sino-khmer family (half-caste Chinese).
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Dear Cambodia

Dear Cambodia,
How have you been? Do you feel alright?
Many awaken nights tears in my eyes, I think of you and missing you. Everyday, I wonder if you are ok. Whenever I see you in pain, my heart breaks into uncountable pieces. When I see you bleed, my heart bleeds. I feel desperate my arms yearning to reach you. At night, I dream of your angel face, the heavenly woman.

Cambodia, you’re a beautiful woman who got raped and infected by deadly mysterious virus. You’re like a drum skin that has been beaten to numb. Cambodia, your gentle heart is killing you. Your kind nature is being raped. You are heavily wounded. My heart is wounded. You’ve been sick. I pray to buddha, alas, almighty god to rescue you that one day you will be back on your feet again.

I love you with all my heart. Longing to see your beautiful face. When will you be back? Your unconsciousness kills me. Come back to your sense, you know I love you. Allow me to see your lovely smile, your happy face before I die. Yesterday, today, tomorrow once again. You will be always in heart. I love you dearly.

^_^ satreykhmer

Robam Kehn

The sound of my birth country.
Long live Cambodia. May you recover soon.
Knhom som pra`tna kert mok jea Khmer mdong thiet.