Opinions

From time to time, strangers and acquaintants ask me what my name “Kounila” really means. All I can say is that there’s a reason why I was named “Kounila”. People who hear my name for the first time think the name holder isn’t Cambodian. They even reckon I’m half-blood Thai or Laotian, even Fillipino. But […]

It took us about a month to learn how to report fro Radio. Our three trainers are from Germany, working for Deutsch Welle. Here is our first product. Let’s say, an assignment on a mini-feature, Christmas in Cambodia. http://dmcradio.mypodcast.com/2008/12/Christmas-167127.html

After days of too much worry over an indescribably huge load of work, I have finally come back to my blog again. I want to go on talking about how one can contribute to social development of society or the country itself. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to reveal that one alone can’t do

Juggling between school and work, I learn to compromise and weigh in on pros and cons of both sides. Always, a student’s life is crazy busy (just like a busy bee) and academically focused while the work life is quite the same but different in one way: travelling and wordly-knowledge absorption or accumulation. I don’t

I want this blog post to be my inner strength wherever I am, whatever I deal with… I want to stand straight without stumbling. I never believe I feel so so low, to the bottomest of the bottom this minute. I don’t understand why I can’t explain what is right and wrong. I feel annoyed

As a vacationer for three days, I did have a privilege to go out and enjoy the walk-about. Yet, I didn’t take that because before the water festival I read that five million Cambodians were expected to flock into the city, especially the riverside where the boats raced along. The estimation frightened me really. I

On my way back from a school meeting, I happened to see the young woman posed on the top of the electric pole. I saw her holding a knife which later carelessly fell down and she later broke a lamp of which she used the broken pieces to cut her feet. Too far from her,

I was born brown; I have grown up brown and I will surely get old brown and die brown. This is a simple fact to be born brown, white or yellow. But since I have come a long way to this moment, I have tolerated a lot of prejudicial comments from people of the same nationality. When

In this world, there are some people who love the way they are and some feel dissatisfied with the way and where they were born. I was one of those people, well, perhaps a small bunch of people who regret being a national of a troublesome country. There is an important fact to be aware