As I sit in front of this 2Mb broadband-connected computer screen, a very reasonably-priced and perfectly chilled Viognier beside me and the memory of a non-financially based sexual encounter fresh in my mind, one question hammers away at my forehead – why am I …
I had been walking home from the riverside towards Street 19 after the big rainfall we had in mid-June when I was confronted by a veritable lake at Sotheros and Street 178.
The water was quite a ways over the sidewalk on the park …
Pattaya, the ‘Riviera of Thailand’, located about 165 km southeast of Bangkok on the east coast in the province of Chon Buri. It is one of the largest centers of tourism in Thailand, with some 5 million visitors arriving last year. A great deal …
Sex tourists have been the subject of ridicule for too long. Today’s society presents us with an unfair picture of these men as huge, hairy-chested old codgers who for eleven months a year desperately masturbate until their hands cramp up, their arms become sore, …
Today’s the day!
Assuming you have prepared, copied and crammed that huge pile of job-search-documents into your worn-out back-pack you are now ready to start pounding the pavement, pressing the flesh and meeting your potential new employers. You’ve promised to buy yourself a real English …
It was a couple of years ago in Phnom Penh when I was going to have lunch with my former boss – the Minister of Fish and his two highly respectable, fragrant and upper middle class teenage daughters (whiter than the driven snow and …
A few months back, Britney Spears got a visit from child protection authorities in California for driving her car a few blocks with her baby seated in her lap instead of in a fortress-like car seat. I thought about that one Sunday evening when …
From the BBC’s website
“Ta Mok, one of the main leaders of Cambodia”s brutal Khmer Rouge regime, has died in the capital Phnom Penh.
Nicknamed “The Butcher”, he was the regime”s military commander and linked to many atrocities of the 1970s.
About 1.7 million people …
About eighteen kilometres from Kompong Som, the highway from Phnom Penh splits, and the left fork takes you to the airport and, beyond, to the beaches of Ream National Park.
This narrow, winding road takes you past jungle covered hills, mouldering shacks, and stark …
Heaven above, Heaven below.
All that is over, under shall show.
Happy who the riddle reads.
Introduction by the Author
I hope that you find this piece of writing both informative and entertaining. If you are now in the employ of a word factory, perhaps there will be some useful anecdotes or suggestions you can use at work.
If you are thinking of become a vendor of verbs and nouns, read carefully ? there are many useful ideas on these pages.
If you are amongst the wiser of the two formerly mentioned groups , my greatest reward would be to know that you?ve enjoyed a smile or two from these pages.
Introduction by the Editor
I first met TVON, early in the morning, a couple of years ago in a foully overheated Phnom Penh teachers? room, reaking of unwashed armpits and prohok, where my task in life was to spend six hours a day tutoring the unctuous sons and daughters of Cambodia?s emerging bourgeoisie. Whilst preparing for yet another gruelling session down the sweaty brain mine, I felt a rustling of my hair denoting a slight commotion behind me, and so instinctively turned around to see TVON sliding less than gracefully from a computer chair to the floor. He accomplished this feat with all the dignity a bon vivant can muster at 7am in the tropics, and I instinctively knew that this was somebody who, somewhere down the line, I could do business with. During my time in Asia I?d already met enough bedwetting, angry, impotent, unpleasant unhappy souls to last a lifetime, but just who was this dandyish, elegantly wasted genius?
TVON has spent twenty years teaching in Asia and is something of a paradox, being an individual of both serious intellect and even more seriously sketchy, nay riotous behaviour. Who could be better qualified to write a series of teaching articles for www.khmer440.com?
Just an English Teacher – Prologue by the Author
I cannot understand why the word ?prologue? is spelled this way.
It seems to me that ?Pre? would be a more accurate frontal attachment. In addition, I find letters ?ue? at the end of the word offer nothing to its pronunciation – they might as well be silent. They serve as neither a morpheme, nor are they an inflection. They offer no effect to its meaning.
Although I haven?t yet done so yet, I plan to take this matter up with the Department of Linguistic Redundancies Department.
Everyone has mnemonic milestones ? probably not many in our lifetime ? but certainly some. Mnemonic milestones are our eternally perfect recollections of specific events that have occurred at various times throughout our lives.
Usually these memories are types of disasters, catastrophes, acts of love or war, or any of our profound life-experiences that have managed to find the part of our memory that is Teflon-coated such that every detail sticks with you ? forever. Astonishingly, you can recall the date, the time, exactly what happened, where it happened and precisely where you were when it happened. And how it affected you and those around you.