tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27168394395417300232024-03-06T01:09:48.184+07:00Mesa's DiaryMesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-71078942339043537662013-01-26T22:17:00.001+07:002013-01-26T22:17:05.710+07:00Report<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="500" width="500"><param name="src" value="https://dl.dropbox.com/u/38395210/magazine6/files/book.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="pluginspage" value="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /><embed width="500" height="500" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://dl.dropbox.com/u/38395210/magazine6/files/book.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /></object>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-12794316494853387522012-08-17T10:45:00.001+07:002012-08-17T10:46:08.426+07:00Mesa's BackIt has almost been a year since I last blogged. It has almost been 36 weeks since I hid all my emotion and feeling aside without expressing them not knowing to whom these may concern. And it has almost been 300 days since I last sat and wrote what I have encountered in life.<br />
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Hello Diary! I hope you have been well. Since I last met you, I have been through a lot in life: the worst and the best. It is not that I forget you or have nothing to tell you. It is just that I have been buried in mountains of work and responsibility and Yes I know it is part of life, but I promise to visit you more often from now on.<br />
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My Beloved Diary-- You are the only one I can tell and be honest with how I feel. You are the only one that I can tell just about anything and will never get bored. I hope you don't mind me.<br />
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Please get ready for stories :D Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-67628673841455147152011-11-02T00:01:00.000+07:002011-11-02T00:00:05.614+07:00Just Another Emo Piece :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE7oBxpNx5uraaku1mBVlObVRgboztpN3h9EvUKLoV68_gvP880gXitvf7BwqQmLRvQ6M0oy8VqCBqrVno8E-LuJFYRyDhdfLMtgP3kgs-mrHI3hqnZbdmTDbYyToaIUb-afMH49oaks/s1600/260595_136648733077576_118147031594413_243095_1756376_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE7oBxpNx5uraaku1mBVlObVRgboztpN3h9EvUKLoV68_gvP880gXitvf7BwqQmLRvQ6M0oy8VqCBqrVno8E-LuJFYRyDhdfLMtgP3kgs-mrHI3hqnZbdmTDbYyToaIUb-afMH49oaks/s400/260595_136648733077576_118147031594413_243095_1756376_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670069190257247474" /></a><br />I love that you know me. I love your facial expressions. I love the way you say my name. I love the way you want to tell me things. I love your smile. I love your laugh. I love that we have the same sense of humor. I love that we're on the same wavelength. I love the friendly flirting. I love our conversations. I love that you care, even if it's not the kind of care that I want. I love that you are not so awkward around me. I love how you smell and how it lingers on my clothes. I love your hugs or hold and how they're warm and safe. I love the way your eyes light up when you laugh. I love how you're such a geek sometimes. I love that I'm your favorite. I love that our hands fit together perfectly. I love that you're concerned about me. I love that you make me do that cliche sigh. I love how you make me burst into fits of laughter after everything you say or act, because you really are that funny to me. I love how you trust me. I love how we're best friends. I love that I can trust you. I love that you're close by. I love that I was able to know you. <div><3</div>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-48273675522692001402011-11-01T17:01:00.002+07:002011-11-01T17:02:48.799+07:00What Does Love Mean to YouI initiated this idea of asking our authors to express what we feel about love. Personally, I am an emo romantic kid, so yeah this is really my thing. So here is the production. I took the picture and design it. Hope you like it :)<div><div><embed wmode="transparent" src="http://training.dw-world.de/ausbildung/slideshows/authors_of_love_blog2/soundslider.swf?size=1&format=xml&embed_width=480&embed_height=415" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="480" height="415" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed> <div style="font-size:0.9em;"></div><div> <a href="http://vodpod.com/watch/15609894-what-does-love-mean-to-the-authors-of-the-love-blog">What Does Love mean to the Authors of the Love Blog</a></div><div>- Watch more <a href="http://vodpod.com">Videos</a> at Vodpod.</div></div></div>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-81159975755481120262011-11-01T16:58:00.002+07:002011-11-01T17:00:01.210+07:00This is a video about a young skater. It is part of our two days production. We used two different cameras to shoot, so the quality is a bit strange.<br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ICEHPzx-0ho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-73816903729154103072011-11-01T16:56:00.001+07:002011-11-01T16:58:05.486+07:00Music my lifeHere is a video about a boy named Doungseth who is passionate about music. It is part of our two days project in Online Journalism class. I know he is kinda cute :"><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xmUzYLWvVZM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-36764042572754372472011-10-19T19:36:00.001+07:002011-10-19T19:37:26.734+07:00My Favorite Place, Wat PhnomThis is our exercise working on video for web. We used a very simple digital video camera to shoot and spend one afternoon editing it :)<div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A2ogX3u_fXA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-64288648899149454572011-10-19T19:34:00.002+07:002011-10-19T19:35:12.283+07:00Cambodia Global UGRAD ExperienceThis is the video I made for information sharing session :) It is to inspire college students to apply for Global Undergraduate Exchange Program :D<div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pbjjoOLMFps" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-5592488210032282262011-10-17T15:05:00.002+07:002011-10-17T15:27:37.867+07:00Born in the Wrong Body<embed wmode="transparent" src="http://training.dw-world.de/ausbildung/slideshows/mesa/soundslider.swf?size=1&format=xml&embed_width=480&embed_height=415" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="480" height="415" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed> <div style="font-size:0.9em;"><br /> <a href="http://vodpod.com/watch/15562422-born-in-the-wrong-body">Born in the Wrong Body</a><br />- Watch more <a href="http://vodpod.com">Videos</a> at Vodpod.</div>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-23751740126367343282011-10-17T14:29:00.000+07:002011-10-19T19:34:05.218+07:00Drawing 101Well this is my homework in the class to take pictures of sequences that can show people how to do something. I don't know what I can do, so yeah rose is easy :)<br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wYFBvsAz2po" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />Music: The Pink PantherMesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-2711205330484424932011-10-01T22:42:00.001+07:002011-10-01T22:49:45.015+07:00Give upI begin to fathom the meaning of life, and therefore I decided to give up on you.<br />
It is neither my or your fault that I try to ignore you, but please stay away from me, so I can suffer less. I am trying not to think about you, so can't you just let me be?<br />
I realize it is too tiring to keep holding on pursuing this hopeless dream<br />
Maybe you will enjoy a greater life without me influencing you.<br />
Soon you will find someone you could lean on when time get rough, someone you talk to on the phone till the sun comes up, and by that time comes, you will totally forget me :')<br />
From now on, you will see a cold-hearted alter ego of me, and I'm sure soon you will get used to it.<br />
So long my loveless romance.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Old Me<br />
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Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-18064781259709318522011-09-28T19:07:00.002+07:002011-09-28T19:07:51.591+07:00Family Vs. FriendsRarely do I go out with my family simply because I have to meet so many big mouth relative or non-relative at places we go. I realize it has been too long, and I should spend sometimes with them, so I agreed to go out after finishing some task at my friend's home. Going there, I was, again, persuaded to go to cinema with my friends and millions of "again" I told my family to leave without me. Most of the time, I felt sorry for them and yes there is no difference. I end up coming back feeling so horrible, disappointed, and just disastrous. I regret and given another dilemma, I would choose my family for sure.Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-13616174025587221102011-09-28T01:15:00.002+07:002011-09-28T01:39:31.976+07:00Heartfelt Story of นอกสายตาI love the story of this song. It is so touching, and I want to share with you guys.<br />
Sing along and check the lyric out.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: inherit;">แอบ ยิ้ม เมื่อ เธอ ดีใจ • แอบ ทุกข์ เมื่อ เธอ เสียใจ<br />àep yím mêua ter dee jai • àep túk mêua ter sĭa jai<br /> I smile secretly when you are happy, I’m secretly pained when you are depressed.<br /><br />หัวเราะ และ ร้องไห้ • ไปกับ เธอ ทุกครั้ง<br />hŭa rór láe róng-hâi • bpai gàp ter túk kráng<br />(I’m) laughing and crying with you all the time<br /><br />แม้ เธอ จะ ไม่ หันมา • ฉัน ยัง เฝ้ามอง ทุกวัน<br />máe ter jà mâi hăn maa • chăn yang fâo mong túk wan<br />even though you don’t see me, I see you everyday<br /><br />ได้ เฝ้า ดู ห่างๆ มัน ก็ ยัง พอใจ<br />dâi fâo doo hàang man gôr yang por jai<br />Even if I only see you from a far, I am still content.<br /><br />ไม่ หวัง ให้ เธอ มี ใจ • ไม่ หวง ถ้า เธอ มี ใคร<br />mâi wăng hâi ter mee jai • mâi hŭang tâa ter mee krai<br />I don’t expect you to love me, I’m not jealous if you have someone else<br /><br />ไม่ หวัง ยืน ใกล้ๆ ไม่ ต้อง การร้องขอ<br />mâi wăng yeun glâi mâi dtông gaan róng kŏr<br /> I don’t expect you to be close to me, I don’t demand it, I don’t need it<br /><br />ได้ ยืน อยู่ บน ผืนดิน • ผืน เดียวกับ เธอ ก็ พอ<br />dâi yeun yòo bon pĕun din • pĕun dieow gàp ter gôr por<br /> To smile on the same earth? As you, is enough for me<br /><br />ฉัน ก็ มีความสุข • อยู่กับ ฝัน ของ ฉัน เท่านี้<br />chăn gôr mee kwaam sùk • yòo gàp făn kŏng chăn tâo née<br /> I am happy too to live with my dream like this<br /><br />*[อยู่ นอก สายตา • ของเธอ ตั้ง ไกล<br /> yòo nôk-săai-dtaa • kŏng ter dtâng glai<br /> Out of your sight living far from you<br /><br /> ฉันนั้น ก็ ทำ ได้ • แค่ มอง จาก ตรงนี้<br /> chăn-nán gôr tam dâi • kâe mong jàak dtrong née<br /> I can do that, and only keep watch over you from here<br /><br /> แต่ ฉัน ยัง รอ ซักวัน • เธอ หัน มอง ผ่าน ทางนี้<br /> dtàe chăn yang ror sák wan • ter hăn mong pàan taang née<br /> but I will wait for the day,that you will pass this way and turn to see me,<br /><br /> แค่ ซัก วินาที • เธอ เห็น ฉัน คน นี้ ใน สายตา<br /> kâe sák wí-naa-tee • ter hĕn chăn kon née nai săai dtaa ]<br /> in just a few seconds, you will see me , the person in front of you?<br /><br />และ แม้ ว่า นาน เพียงใด และ แม้ ว่า ไกล ดังเดิม<br />láe máe wâa naan piang dai láe máe wâa glai dang derm<br />and even though it might take long, even though we are far as always<br /><br />ยัง เฝ้า รอ เธอ อยู่ • ต่อ ให้ ไกล แค่ไหน<br />yang fâo ror ter yòo • dtòr hâi glai kâe năi<br /> I will still wait for you , even though I don’t know how much longer and further it may be<br /><br />ไม่เคย อยู่ ใน สายตา • ไม่เคย อยู่ ใน หัวใจ<br />mâi koie yòo nai săai dtaa • mâi koie yòo nai hŭa jai<br /> (I have) never been in your sight, never been in your heart<br /><br />แต่ ขอ มี เธอ ใกล้ • อยู่ ใน ฝัน ของ ฉัน ก็ พอ<br />dtàe kŏr mee ter glâi • yòo nai făn kŏng chăn gôr por<br /> but having you close in my dream, makes me content<br /><br />ไม่เคย อยู่ ใน สายตา • ไม่เคย อยู่ ใน หัวใจ<br />mâi koie yòo nai săai dtaa • mâi koie yòo nai hŭa jai<br /> (I have) never been in your sight, never been in your heart<br /><br />แต่ ขอ มี เธอ ใกล้ • อยู่ ใน ฝัน ของ ฉัน ก็ พอ<br />dtàe kŏr mee ter glâi • yòo nai făn kŏng chăn gôr por<br /> but having you close in my dream , keeps me content</span>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-35888891124545314122011-09-28T01:08:00.001+07:002011-09-28T01:38:20.270+07:00Dear Anonymous Stranger, I hope this message finds you well<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><br />
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hesitating and wondering if I should write this letter to you, but tonight, I
tried my best to bring all my guts writing this letter. I hope you’ll consider
reading.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">It’s been like almost 300 days spent
growing my fonder of you. Or 7,200 hours I have spent complaining about how you
look and how you should think or do and how you repel most of my ideas and how
you pull my hands and hair and t-shirt or just anything that would interest you
with or without my consent, and you surely know it is something I would not let any others do the same
way.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Within those 25,920,000 seconds, 25 per
cent was for those moments you took my breath away, like those times when you
looked terribly cute in your button-down outfitters. And that instant when you
were worried about your look without knowing how perfect you look. Or that
lingering scent that totally disarms me the moment you grab me in your hand
even though you never mean the romance.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">“All this time, I loved you in silence”</span></i><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">For “in silence”, I believe there’s no
harm. There’s no questioning or doubt. I don’t have to explain to everyone why
I’m crazy over you. No one to tell me what to do about you, me or us. No one to
judge my feelings. I just let myself drown in your existence, and honestly, it
is where I am happiest and saddest.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">There are times when loving you gives me
deep pain too. I always have to put on a brave face whenever I feel like
crying. You know, sometimes I feel frustrated whenever I cannot fight for you,
that I cannot do anything to act upon things when you lack judgment. I can only
be jealous to myself even though it kills the hell out of me all the time.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Nevertheless, I’m happy that you are
still in my life, that you still linger on the walls of my vulnerable heart,
that you still hold something out of the nothingness that I always feel, that
you still console or apologize me when I’m mad even you know you're not wrong,
that you still talk to me like good old times and bad old times, that you still
chat with me when I/you feel depressed or happy, that you still tease me despite
I tease you more back, that you still laugh at my silly jokes and you still
show me how happy you are when we meet. I’m happy that you are still in my
life. Even if it means being only friends with each other, even if it means
being only the person you talk to when the night comes, when the stars turn to
cover the sky, when the day comes, when the sun rays peek through the blinds
that cover the walls of my imaginations of you and me, finally being together
and yet that being impossible. I love you. And I hope that, despite my feelings
for you and you not returning them mutually and romantically, let’s embark on a
journey that will forever draw the lines and words of our lives on the papers
of my thick diary and write sad and happy and melancholic poems and stories of
you on the back of my notebooks when I don’t know what to do with the words
overflowing to my lips, words I wanted so bad to tell you, words I wanted so
bad for you to say back. I love you. Friends or what, I will always and will
constantly love you. And I’m happy that you are still in my life. Again, I
chose to love you this way, so please let me.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<br />1. I have never known how debate works. All I know is that debating is arguing to win. You can scream loud with some good points then you can win. However, from the camp, I have an opportunity to really understand how all those things work and have load of chance to debate. From that, I have boosted my confident, and my speech has improved significantly. Specially, the result I received was fruitful since my group won the championship.
<br />2. It was the first time that I dance in front of public that hard. I became so open and willing to dance with everyone. I used to be that person who cannot be touched physically. However, in the dance, I was so comfortable that I could dance a bit wilder with everyone.
<br />3. The last but most exciting thing I did was kissing @_@ I know for some of you, it might sound so promiscuous. However, I just feel like I am adult now, and I should somehow experience this thing at some point. It was an awkward moment, and I did not do anything. So yeah I was so passive. Experience is what counted and I am not regret of doing it!
<br />The image of that moment keeps popping up in my head till now. Nothing is strange since first time thing will be the most memorable thing ever.
<br />You all might think I change, but I feel like life is somehow boring if I cannot do all those things most adult can do.
<br />Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-33069013748232280852011-08-05T08:18:00.012+07:002011-08-05T13:16:04.499+07:00One Thing I want to ComplainSo I have been so freaking irritated by the whole idea of how those so-called “cool” guys being an extreme homophobia and always assuming promiscuity of each and every “queer” they meet.<br />Perhaps, those who know me will know why I disgust talking to boys. I just hate how judgmental they are toward a “sissy” people like me. Some days I will have to do something with those guys probably using media.<br />First of all, I really hate talking to guys I do not know. Whenever I talk to them first, they would think I am interested in them blah blah blah. Yet, when I do not talk to them, they would say “Ter Ja Rek Srey Sa Art” which literally mean “Act like a beautiful girl.” Come on…. Can you guys just cut it off? Don’t you know how hard it is to always try to please all of your opinions toward me every single time?<br />Nevertheless, I would not give too much sh*t toward the first type. What pisses me off the most is the second type. Those are guys either I just know or I have known for quite sometimes. It is very annoying when I start to get close to a guy and everyone around just keep saying we are in love. In this life, probably I won’t make even a single good boy friend (and I mean male friend FYI). Every time we get closer, often time, we are jeered of being in “relationship.” Finally, we would end up talking less or even stop talking to each other to avoid misassumption of those people.<br />Last but most importantly, it is so painful when someone I am so close with feel like I am trying to court him. Oh god puh lez…. I am so tired. Guys I am so tired of you all. I’m nice to everyone I want to be friend with, and please stop feeling I am trying to make you special. <br />Okay to all you "awesome" guys out there, here is something I want to shout out to you.<br />1. “Don’t judge book by its cover.” It is as simple as that, so use your brain. Your stereotype is annoying and ruining people’s joy of life. Give others a break and stop thinking every gay out there is so desperate to get you.<br />2. When your good “gay” friends are nice to you, it does not mean they are falling for you. They just need a good friend, a damn friend, so stop being so ego about yourself.<br />3. Go f*ck yourself if you still feel too proud of yourself, and the picture below is for you ;) <br />"PRIDE" can you understand that word? Everyone has his or her own pride, and please don't feel like you are higher than others.<br />Hope you learn something from that. Phew………………..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6huF_IAenZUgIa9qL4LvlePwANznSOPLipiqrGcZt1DlAnIHOTq2XrmIIxyFueN7Pmy8qjDjlzSrc9Kx3S0hot7AwoRcW7UBsrC8jhgSJ5K-B9x5F70VILTupt17KHsAt_MVEm83vZKY/s1600/STEWE-GRIFFIN-MIDDLE-FINGER-psd63788.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6huF_IAenZUgIa9qL4LvlePwANznSOPLipiqrGcZt1DlAnIHOTq2XrmIIxyFueN7Pmy8qjDjlzSrc9Kx3S0hot7AwoRcW7UBsrC8jhgSJ5K-B9x5F70VILTupt17KHsAt_MVEm83vZKY/s400/STEWE-GRIFFIN-MIDDLE-FINGER-psd63788.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637200095219202386" /></a>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-30933359512324339442011-07-31T17:13:00.005+07:002011-07-31T17:29:01.139+07:00ArguementToday I had an argument with a friend whom I have known for more than five years. Sometimes, you just do not know who to blame since when you argue, you just feel like you are the right person. <div>I know people could change over time. When I argue with him, I try to question myself if it was just because I am just too dramatic or something. He has been using harsh words to me for so long, yet for some reasons, now I figure out that those words are insulting, and I cannot accept that anymore. I personally think success changes people dramatically. Perhaps, I am just thinking alone but I can sense his egoism and know-it-all attitude after the successes he got. </div><div>Whatever reasons we tried to point, they seem did not work out, so this 5 years of knowing each others is just a piece of dirt.</div><div>To me, I am so tired of arguing cos I find it too childish to keep talking to each other and claiming you are right and others are wrong so yeah what I choose to do is to block him everywhere and hopefully we can have space to figure out what went wrong and maybe this friendship can start again... or maybe NOT!</div><div><br /></div><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMTIxMDc5NTUxMDAmcHQ9MTMxMjEwNzk1ODk5MCZwPTE4MzkwMSZkPWNoZXJyeWJhbS5jb2*mZz*xJm89NjQ5NGZl/NWIxZjczNGYzY2FiOGQ*NzUxYjc4Mzc5ODY=.gif" /><a href="http://www.cherrybam.com" title="Friendship Quotes" target=_blank><br /><img src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/quotes-friendship/friendship070.gif" border=0></a><br /><br><a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/friendship-quotes.php" target=_blank title="Friendship Quotes"><b><font size=1>Friendship Quotes</font></b></a><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMTIxMDgwNjczNjMmcHQ9MTMxMjEwODA2OTQ4MiZwPTE4MzkwMSZkPWNoZXJyeWJhbS5jb2*mZz*xJm89NjQ5NGZl/NWIxZjczNGYzY2FiOGQ*NzUxYjc4Mzc5ODY=.gif" /><a href="http://www.cherrybam.com" title="Friendship Quotes" target=_blank><br /><img src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/quotes-friendship/friendship079.gif" border=0></a><br /><br><a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/friendship-quotes.php" target=_blank title="Friendship Quotes"><b><font size=1>Friendship Quotes</font></b></a><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0HDM3eYp4KQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-37016954564646321222011-07-27T11:12:00.005+07:002011-07-27T11:52:35.793+07:00Thank to SmartphonesToday when I was reading the Cambodia Daily, I was freaking out to see an article reporting on the corruption and students cheating occurring during the high school national exam. They somehow included a good short interview with a student, and it is interesting how he was talking about the use of his mobile to help him in the exam. He just said “One of my friends was able to get answer from Internet.” Nevertheless, I can imagine how the process is like.<br /><br />Perhaps, people would not be so surprised about the whole corruption and cheating issues. However, I was super abashed to see how smart students in this generation have become. They surely do know the best use of their multifunctional mobile phone, iPhone specifically, and current advanced fast and cheap accessible internet.<br /><br />Probably, one would know the process of giving answer sheets in the past. Before, students who were not so committed into studying often asked for salvation from their relatives and friends during exam. Their relatives or friends often hired an expert in the right field or buy the answer from others to throw it into the exam venue or use mobile to call out the answer if it is just a literature or writing exam.<br /><br />In this advanced world, we all have known that mobile phone is no longer a talking machine. Current mobile phones do almost as many functions as a laptop can, and Cambodian young people know the best use of it.<br />So here is how the process has slightly changed. Same things happen with how their relatives and friends need to stay with an expert once the exam questions release. The only difference is that once those experts answer, they simply need to scan it and send the answer sheet via email to the exam takers. Inside the room, students just open their mobile phone, and every answer to the questions is there.<br /><br />A small mobile phone is enough to be best in cheating. I wonder how the Ministry of Education would deal with this issue. Most likely, they may need a scanning machine outside the school to check for electronic equipment before entering to do exam.<br />Let’s see together how exam in the next generation would turn out to be.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2Q1DsfO1YfbvZ9IpZxksPkxOEX4ycKs27Bj6Qswu5W9W39EOHMIz3BmnvBenzEiHSl4CV0pKTzhL_WPzjQVAslPAKLeQB2O6jFTDqn8Z6b8qY6c2PdF-WRs3vsEg_XqSVe-F0isFaJ0/s1600/smartphones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2Q1DsfO1YfbvZ9IpZxksPkxOEX4ycKs27Bj6Qswu5W9W39EOHMIz3BmnvBenzEiHSl4CV0pKTzhL_WPzjQVAslPAKLeQB2O6jFTDqn8Z6b8qY6c2PdF-WRs3vsEg_XqSVe-F0isFaJ0/s400/smartphones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633890441132857106" border="0" /></a>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716839439541730023.post-46867838978089421222011-07-24T11:40:00.001+07:002011-07-24T11:46:45.307+07:00Keep holding onJust so you know that you are not alone! I am here by yourself whenever you feel bad :)Just keep holding on and you will make it through.<br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QPBliI7NXUE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mesa Langhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07658878518383408711noreply@blogger.com0