After Five Months

Saturday, in my dictionary, it’s just another typical working day. Despite the hangover from last night, everything went well.. until a text popped up at 12.52pm.

‘Where now? When done?’

Only you asked me that questions. I was amused. You asked as if there was nothing happened between us, as if we were the same. After five months, you wanted to have a coffee. Yeah, why not. Raintree, my base, where I ended up meeting my ex(s) and maybe my next(s) too.

You sat there waiting for me, in that shirt I bought you. When you smiled and said hi, I know I’ve already moved on. You are nothing more than a man I used to know. Over your coffee and my salad, we talked about your family, mostly, and your businesses.. and your feelings. You said you miss me sometimes.. and you want me to be happy. You said you had to leave at 3pm for Kampot. And you stayed until 3:00pm. Your eyes showed me you did not want to leave.

I do not know how broken you are deep down inside. But by talking with you again, I understand why we shouldn’t be together anymore. And also by talking with you today, I know I am totally over you and there is no turning back. I am fine now. I hope you will recover too. Good luck!


ខែ​មីនា 17, 2018 at 7:04 ល្ងាច បញ្ចេញមតិ



You’re like a shadow. The more I get close to you, the more you fade away. It is understandable that you have your insecurities. You’re afraid to open up to other people. Yet, I am no other people. I am the one you said “you love”. Then why is it so difficult to open up to me? Explain, please.

Guess what, I’m getting tired. I start comparing and considering the choices I have. So if you really love me, do something, or I will have to eventually let us go our own ways..


ខែ​មីនា 6, 2018 at 2:40 ល្ងាច បញ្ចេញមតិ

That Blue Bouquet

Maybe it’s true that life gives you the most when you have no expectation at all. The more I grow up, the less I care about those kind of occasions people labelled ‘special’. I spent my valentine’s day at a cafe working.. but ended up having a beautiful dinner.

Walking into the restaurant with papers, laptop, and a very big bag, I was still busy editing work on the phone. He was eating, and starting to complain about me being late for nearly an hour. He was starving. Oops.

To me, it was just another late night dinner with him, until he handed me that blue bouquet. He isn’t one of those romantic peeps. So getting a bouquet from him was quite surprising.


He said blue is his favorite color. Little did he know that it is mine too. They said blue is a happy color. But it’s very cold. It can freeze hearts.

Over dinner, we talked about work, and kinda exchanged thoughts about various topics. That was the most romantic thing we could have. I used to demand more attention. And I didn’t normally settle for less than I deserved. However, these days, with him, I don’t expect. I don’t seek for love, anymore. I am happy this way, being alone and he seems to understand.. I guess.

I can’t thank him enough, as well as other gentlemen who come into my life right now, for the respect they have for me. They know I need more time to heal. I sure do. But after all, life moves on. It moves on.

ខែ​កុម្ភៈ 17, 2018 at 4:04 ល្ងាច បញ្ចេញមតិ


Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.

Mediator personality

Being a part of the Diplomat Role group, Mediators are guided by their principles, rather than by logic (Analysts), excitement (Explorers), or practicality (Sentinels). When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue – Mediators are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards and punishments. People who share the Mediator personality type are proud of this quality, and rightly so, but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and it can lead to isolation.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.

J. R. R. Tolkien

We Know What We Are, but Know Not What We May Be

At their best, these qualities enable Mediators to communicate deeply with others, easily speaking in metaphors and parables, and understanding and creating symbols to share their ideas. Fantasy worlds in particular fascinate Mediators, more than any other personality type. The strength of their visionary communication style lends itself well to creative works, and it comes as no surprise that many famous Mediators are poets, writers and actors. Understanding themselves and their place in the world is important to Mediators, and they explore these ideas by projecting themselves into their work.

Mediators have a talent for self-expression, revealing their beauty and their secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.

Mediators’ ability with language doesn’t stop with their native tongue, either – as with most people who share the Diplomat personality types, they are considered gifted when it comes to learning a second (or third!) language. Their gift for communication also lends itself well to Mediators’ desire for harmony, a recurring theme with Diplomats, and helps them to move forward as they find their calling.

Listen to Many People, but Talk to Few

Unlike their Extraverted cousins though, Mediators will focus their attention on just a few people, a single worthy cause – spread too thinly, they’ll run out of energy, and even become dejected and overwhelmed by all the bad in the world that they can’t fix. This is a sad sight for Mediators’ friends, who will come to depend on their rosy outlook.

If they are not careful, Mediators can lose themselves in their quest for good and neglect the day-to-day upkeep that life demands. Mediators often drift into deep thought, enjoying contemplating the hypothetical and the philosophical more than any other personality type. Left unchecked, Mediators may start to lose touch, withdrawing into “hermit mode”, and it can take a great deal of energy from their friends or partner to bring them back to the real world.

Luckily, like the flowers in spring, Mediator’s affection, creativity, altruism and idealism will always come back, rewarding them and those they love perhaps not with logic and utility, but with a world view that inspires compassion, kindness and beauty wherever they go.

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ខែមករា 7, 2018 at 3:48 ល្ងាច បញ្ចេញមតិ

Tonight I Wanna Cry

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There’s pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I’ll never get over you walkin’ away

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on
“All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way


ខែមករា 5, 2018 at 9:44 ព្រឹក បញ្ចេញមតិ


ដេក​ស្អាត​ឆ្លង​ឆ្នាំ​២០១៨ គ្រាន់​តែ​ថា​ឆ្នាំ​នេះ​មិន​មែន​ដេក​មុន​ឆ្លង​ឆ្នាំ​ដូច​មុន​ៗ​ទេ។ គឺ​ដេក​ក្រោយ​ឆ្លង​ឆ្នាំ​រួច​។ មុន​ដេក បាន​អំពល់​ទុក្ខ​គេ​អស់​បួន​ដប់​នាទី​ទៀត​ព្រោះ​ស្រវឹង​វារ។ ឡុល


ខែមករា 3, 2018 at 2:53 ល្ងាច មតិ ១

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ខែ​ធ្នូ ឆ្នាំ​២០១៧

​រដូវរងានៅ​រៀងរាល់​ចុង​ឆ្នាំ ជា​រដូវ​ដែល​ខ្ញុំ​ចូល​ចិត្ត​ជាង​រដូវ​ភ្លៀង បើ​ទោះ​បី​ជា​ខ្ញុំ​ឈ្មោះ «ភ្លៀង» ក៏​ដោយ​​។ រដូវ​រងាឆ្នាំ​នេះ សម្រាប់​មនុស្ស​ទូទៅ ​ វា​រងា​ណាស់​ទៅ​ហើយ ហើយ​វា​កាន់​តែ​រងា​ថែម​មួយ​កម្រិត​ទៀត​សម្រាប់​មនុស្ស​ដែល​ទើប​តែ​បាត់បង់​ស្នេហា​ដូច​ខ្ញុំ​។ និយាយ​ទៅ គេ​ថា​ខ្ញុំ Drama ប៉ុន្តែ​វា​ជា​ការ​ពិត​។ ក្នុង​រឿង​ស្នេហា សូម្បី​តែ​ខ្ញុំ​ជា​អ្នក​បោះ​បង់​គេ​ចោល ក៏​ខ្ញុំ​ចេះ​ខូច​​ចិត្ត​ដែរ​។

ដោយ​សារ​តែ​ខូច​ចិត្ត​អ៊ីចឹង​ហើយ មួយ​ថ្ងៃ​ៗ​ខ្ញុំ​អង្គុយ​សំកុក​តែ​នៅ​ហាង​កាហ្វេ​មួយ​កន្លែង​នៅ​ក្បែរ​កន្លែង​ធ្វើ​ការ​។ ថ្ងៃ​ខ្លះ​ខ្ញុំ​ជួប​មិត្ត​ភក្តិ ថ្ងៃ​ខ្លះ​ប្រជុំ ថ្ងៃ​ខ្លះ​ខ្ញុំ​អង្គុយ​សម្លឹងស្លឹក​ឈើ​បក់​រវិច​ៗ​នៅ​មុខ​ហាង​កាហ្វេ។ ពេល​យប់ ពន្លឺ​អំពូល​ភ្លើង​តូច​ៗ​ដែល​គេ​បំពាក់​​រប៉ាត់រប៉ាយ​នៅ​លើ​ដើម​ឈើ​ចាំង​ផ្លាត​ជាមួយ​កញ្ចក់​ហាង បង្កើត​បានជា​ទស្សនីយភាព​អណ្ដែត​អណ្ដូងលែង​និយាយ​​។

ល្ងាច​ឡើង ហាង​កាហ្វេ​ចាប់​ផ្ដើម​ស្ងាត់​មនុស្ស​។ បុគ្គលិក​នៅ​ក្នុង​ហាង​ចាប់​ផ្ដើម​រយាល​ដៃ ហើយ​មាន​ពេល​ជជែក​លេង​ជាមួយ​ភ្ញៀវ​ច្រើន​ជាងមុន​។ កំពុង​តែ​អង្គុយ​គិត ចម្រៀង Thinking Out Loud បន្លឺ​ឡើង​ក្នុង​ហាង​។ ខ្ញុំ​ចាប់​អារម្មណ៍​ច្រើន​ដង​ហើយ! គឺ​ឲ្យ​តែ​ខ្ញុំ​មក​អង្គុយ​សំកុក​នៅ​ទី​នេះ ចម្រៀង Thinking Out Loud ត្រូវ​គេ​ចាក់​មិន​លស់​ថ្ងៃ​ទេ​។ ដំបូង​ៗ​គិត​ថា​ជា​រឿង​ចៃដន់ ប៉ុន្តែ​ក្រោយ​ៗ​មក​នេះ វា​ញឹក​ញាប់​និង​ទៀងទាត់​រហូត​គួរ​ឲ្យ​សង្ស័យ​។ ខ្ញុំ​គុំ​សួរ​រក​មុខ​អ្នក​ចាក់​ចម្រៀង​នេះ​យូរ​ហើយ ហើយ​ថ្ងៃ​នេះ​ខ្ញុំ​ត្រូវ​តែ​ដឹង​ឲ្យ​បាន!

«ចម្រៀង​ពិរោះ​ដល់​ហើយ! ពិរោះ​រហូត​ចង់​ស្គាល់​មុខ​អ្នក​ចាក់!» ខ្ញុំ​និយាយ​ទៅ​កាន់​បុគ្គលិកនារី​របស់​​ហាង​កាហ្វេម្នាក់ ដែល​យក​ទឹក​មក​ឲ្យ​ខ្ញុំ​។

នាង​ងើប​មុខ​ញញឹម​ដាក់​ខ្ញុំ រួច​ឆ្លើយ​តប​មក​វិញ​យ៉ាង​រួស​រាយ៖ «អ្នក​ចាក់​ហ្នឹង​គាត់​ស៊ីអារម្មណ៍​ម្ដង​ៗ គួរ​កុំ​ស្គាល់​ល្អ​ជាង!» និយាយ​រួច នាង​សើច​យ៉ាង​សប្បាយ​ចិត្ត​។

ចាប់​តាំង​ពី​យប់​នោះ​មក ខ្ញុំ​មាន​បេសកកម្ម​មួយ​នៅ​ពេល​ទៅ​សំកុក​នៅ​ហាង​កាហ្វេ។ បេសកកម្ម​នោះ​គឺ ស្វែង​រក​មុខ​អ្នក​ចាក់​ចម្រៀង Thinking Out Loud ហើយ​សួរ​គេ​ថា ចម្រៀង​នោះ​សម្រាប់​ខ្ញុំ​ឬ?








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