Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Woman in Red

written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU

People can become teacher of people automatically.
Man can be teacher to woman. She will gain new knowledge and experience and she will change herself.
I gain a lots. Man taught me.
There is a theory, 'Man loves woman from 100 to 0. Woman loves man from0 to 100.' Well, I admit this theory is right. He loved me from 100 to 0 and I loved him from less to much. I have learnt to lower my love for him from 100 to 0 too.
Woman is like a lamp. Man runs for woman when he feels his life is dark. I have learnt to be automatic lamp. I lighted up when he made me happy. I put out when he made me cry.
Man does not like flower because he thinks woman is more beautiful and alive flower. I have learnt how to make myself a precious flower. Man needs to offer most precious thing in his life if he wants to get me.
Man is afraid of loneliness. I have learnt how to live alone happily.
I did not like red color. I thought it was over blind, but my teacher changed me. He made me love red. Now, I am deep in love with red. I learn how to make my life brightening.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Walking In The Rain

written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU
edited by Ryan Paine

Bang, bang. 
The rain came without waiting for me to open the umbrella. It was nature. 
I wanted to run but my long skirt slowed my running speed. From next day, I would change to wear knee length, A-line skirt. 
The rain did not stop. It became stronger and stronger. 
In front of me, it was raining. Behind me, it was raining. Above my head, it was raining too. So, why did I have to run? 
I slowed down my speed to one foot-step per second. Walking like this, I would get less mud on my skirt, I would be saved from slipping and I would not get exhausted. 
At this period, I was busy watching the view along the road while it was raining. 
Leaves fell from the tree, spilling on the street. Before the rain, the street was noisy: cars, motorbikes, bicycles, cyclos and tuk tuks competed on the road. When the rain came, they disappeared. 
On this street, there was only the sound of falling rain. 
If we listen carefully to the rain, we can find many types of music from the same rain drops. If we listen to the rain with our ears, we will hear Jazz music. If we listen with our mind, we will hear tango. If we use heart to listen, we will hear slow rock. 
I put my hand out from under the umbrella. The drops of rain fell into my palm. It was cool and pure. 
I stopped. I closed the umbrella. 
The rain dropped on me with no mercy, but I was happy with it. I was not afraid of rain anymore. I smiled. I stepped forward. My left hand held the dangling umbrella. I shook it and shook my head, following the rhythm of a song in my head. 
I arrived home when the rain had stopped. I left umbrella open and put it on the floor to dry. Then I went into bathroom to change cloth.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Forget To Dream About You

written & photographed by Chakriya PHOU

I had dreamed about you.
Every night. You had appeared in my dream.
I had usually turned around pillow to make you have as same dream as mine.
It was when we were in love.
When you left me, I dreamed about you.
I woke up in the middle of the night and I cried.
I bite my mouth to blood, 'Although, I cannot let myself dream about you anymore.'
I threw away the pillow, not to let you come into my dream.
I was fine if my neck was twisted.
Even though I did not sleep on pillow, I still dreamed about you. But I had to sleep without pillow.
It became habit.
You disappeared from my dream.
5 years passed, you were kicked to death by fly.
One day, my friend asked me, 'What did you dream last night?'
I forgot. I knew I had a dream but I did not remember.
At night, I re-used that pillow. The pillow I had kept in underwear closet for 5 years.
When I awoke, in the morning, I remembered that I dreamed of my idol.
Last few days, I met you by chance. You tried to come near me. You said, 'Do you know? I have dreamed about you every night.'
I said to you, 'Sorry, I forget to dream about you because I am busy dreaming about Polin Super Pig.'

Saturday, April 13, 2019

To Be On Red Carpet

written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU

At the Cannes Film Festival, a lot of stars walked on red carpet. They showed their outfits and awesome figures. The photographers and medias were busy taking photos for their website/news.
It was special year for Cambodia, an actress, Sarinna was invited to join the event. She was the first Cambodian who could walk on red carpet in Cannes.
But everyone laughed when she arrived at the event.

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Light House 11

written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU

It was like a dream. I can still remember it.
Early of January, I was on the plane. I finished my mission and came back to my homeland. New year already passed; I could not celebrate new year with my family but I wished to celebrate Lunar New Year with them.
I bought a lot of gifts for everyone including my friends.
It was a long trip. I could not help, I was tired, I slept.
I did not have dream. Just slept.
Chatting sound awoke me. I opened my eyes slowly. The people sitting next to me were talking. I did not understand. It was not English. I did not know any language besides of English. Their faces showed worry.
I did not notice. I wanted to go to bathroom.
My jacket was on my legs. I took it. Before I got up, I checked in jackets' pockets, my cell phone, passport, money were in there. OK, good.
I pardoned the ladies and walked cross them to the walking path. I went along the path to the back of the plane where the restroom was located.
It was lucky. No one in there. I went in.
When I was doing my job, a plane started to swing. I finished then I stood up.. the plane swing again. This time it was strongly. I tried to open the door but I could not. It swing so strong. Then I heard BANG...

I Dreamt