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This is a cute children book written by a friend of mine, available through Amazon. Product Description
This book teaches children the value of money and how the money cycles around. It touches upon the concept of "there is no such thing as FREE lunch." It also enhances their critical thinking skills. 
The due date that my doctor gave me and when I think I conceived and when the baby is due is conflicting. The date of my last menstrual was January 7 and because I was keeping track of my discharge to determine ovulation, I think I conceived around January 27 (20 days later). Based on that, I would be in my 40th week in the third week of October and due is around October 22.
However, when I had my first appointment, the doctor dated the baby at 6 weeks and gave me a due date of November 12, which is three weeks different. I’m convinced it’s wrong but they are adamant that based on the ultrasound and measurement, it’s the correct due date. Based on this calculation, it also mean that I conceived 43 days after my last menstrual period which is long considering most women conceived around 14+ days after their last menstrual period.
The lastest book I finished reading is The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch and Jeffrey Zaslow Book Description
"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."
--Randy Pausch A lot of professors give talks titled "The Last Lecture." Professors are asked to consider their demise and to ruminate on what matters most to them. And while they speak, audiences can't help but mull the same question: What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance? If we had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy? When Randy Pausch, a computer science professor at Carnegie Mellon, was asked to give such a lecture, he didn't have to imagine it as his last, since he had recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. But the lecture he gave--"Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams"--wasn't about dying. It was about the importance of overcoming obstacles, of enabling the dreams of others, of seizing every moment (because "time is all you have...and you may find one day that you have less than you think"). It was a summation of everything Randy had come to believe. It was about living. In this book, Randy Pausch has combined the humor, inspiration and intelligence that made his lecture such a phenomenon and given it an indelible form. It is a book that will be shared for generations to come. Here's a video link to his lecture:
http://www.khmerwitica.com/videos/id_181/title_the-last-lecture/
More info, visit this website: http://thelastlecture.com/ On September 18, 2007, computer science professor Randy Pausch stepped in front of an audience of 400 people at Carnegie Mellon University to deliver a last lecture called “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams.” With slides of his CT scans beaming out to the audience, Randy told his audience about the cancer that is devouring his pancreas and that will claim his life in a matter of months. On the stage that day, Randy was youthful, energetic, handsome, often cheerfully, darkly funny. He seemed invincible. But this was a brief moment, as he himself acknowledged. Randy’s lecture has become a phenomenon, as has the book he wrote based on the same principles, celebrating the dreams we all strive to make realities. Sadly, Randy lost his battle to pancreatic cancer on July 25th, 2008, but his legacy will continue to inspire us all, for generations to come.
I just finished reading "When You Are Engulfed in Flame" by David Sedaris. I enjoyed it very much so I am going to get a hold of his other books and read them. I will start with "Naked" and "Me Talk Pretty One Day".
I have only picked girl names for the baby. Despite everybody's predictions and dreams, including my own, the ultrasound technician says it's a boy. Now I have to think of some boy names. Kravanh or Prasat for a boy?
....lol.... I should prepare and have both names pick out, just in case...
The latest review of my book is by Malcolm R. Campbell for PODBRAM, which is posted on the PODBRAM blogspot and his own blog at Malcolm’s round table.
Below is a link to the round table blog:
http://knightofswords.wordpress.com/2008/06/19/book-review-reflections-of-a-khmer-soul/ In this blog, I like what he wrote as a prelude: “We all reflect upon who we are and where we came from, trying to understand ourselves. This book demonstrates the process of the inner journey in a compelling way.” I particularly like this review because Malcolm has done research on the situation in Cambodia during the Pol Pot regime in order to introduce readers to my book. This is the link to the review on PODBRAM: http://iuniversebookreviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections-of-kher-soul.html Navy Phim was born in Cambodia in April 1975 as the insurgent forces of Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge seized control of the country bringing to an end a brutal civil war against the US-backed government of Lon Nol. However, the brutalities did not end with the war’s end: two million Cambodians would die at the hands of the Khmer Rouge during the next 45 months through starvation, execution and torture. Pol Pot proclaimed 1975 as Year Zero and began his “purification” of the country, ridding it of city dwellers, capitalists, westerners, banks, stores, hospitals, churches and other purportedly unnecessary organizations, while forcing mass numbers of people into agrarian work camps. Those who did not survive the work and the torture, those who were often forced to dig their own shallow graves, ended up in what Cambodian photojournalist Dith Pran called “the killing fields.” Reflections of a Khmer Soul is a collection of stories, “snippets,” travels and contemplations representing Navy Phim’s inner and outer journey away from that Year Zero. Her outer journey began when her parents left Cambodia for Thailand for economic reasons in 1979. Swept up in a mass exodus of some 600,000 people, Phim’s life for the next four years was largely defined by refugee camps and the roads between them. At six years of age, Phim helped the family earn a living in the camps by selling bread at a marketplace stall and nearby neighborhoods. “When I returned to Cambodia and saw young merchants touting their produces,” Phim writes, “I remembered my life as a peddler in the refugee camps and how much I hated walking around with my merchandise, being afraid of meeting Thai soldiers.” Finally, after a year in the Philippines in a refugee status, her family was sponsored to the United States, ultimately settling within the large Cambodian population of Long Beach, California. This beautiful, well-written book also explores Phim’s inner journey, one concerned to a large degree with identity. She asks questions and tries to understand how and why Khmer could kill Khmer. Phim lives within the very long shadow of the Killing Fields and the near-requisite negative connotations for the word “Khmer.” While that shadow is real and persistent, Phim did not see, much less know about, the Killing Fields as a child in the late 1970s. “To think of myself as a survivor of the Killing Fields is strange,” writes Phim. “I did not live through the Killing Fields per se, but I am trying to understand the pain, loss, dehumanization and post-traumatic syndrome that lingered in the minds of many survivors.” Some people assume that because she was born in Cambodia, Phim is Khmer Rouge or that her parents were Khmer Rouge. It’s as though an entire people have become tainted in some way or held to be complicit in the actions of Pol Pot’s political party. Phim’s inner journey brings her to the realization that while she does not carry shame for being born when and where she was, “being Cambodian requires a lot of explanation.” Phim’s journey took her back to Srok Khmer, the country of Khmer, the motherland, four times. She writes that the “kind of love, heartache, and pain I feel for Srok Khmer is deeply imbedded within my soul; these feelings are suffused with glorious memories and stories that are real, even if they are stories and distant memories that may not even be mine.” Reflections of a Khmer Soul is a rich tapestry of memories, dreams and reflections of the tragic yet wondrous Srok Khmer into which Phim was born on Year Zero and the America where she grew up and makes her home. Phim’s soul is “poetically Khmer,” and this book shows us that she has found joy and hope and peace in that ultimate reality of her world.
Last month, I went to Poly high school to do a presentation about my book. Last week, I went to Poly to listen to the students as they present their final project. I was asked to talk about my book and my writing experiences in the reading classes taught by Rita Marks as a catalyst for the students' final project. Their projects consisted of a series of autobiographical essays discussing their journey to America (if they are immigrants), their family, their neighborhood and their high school experiences. I enjoyed reading their essays and listening to their presentations. The classes have a lot of newly immigrants from Cambodia, Mexico and other countries. Many of the Cambodian students and the Mexican students have very common experience in their migration to the U.S. Most of them were left behind to live with grandparents or other family members while the parents come to the U.S. to establish themselves. Once they were established, they sponsored or sent for their children back home. Some were left behind as long as 5 years. When they left for the U.S., they talked about the sadness of leaving their friends behind. Some were hopeful that America was offering a better life. The effort of the students varied. Some really enjoyed the project and put a lot of effort into their presentation creating power point slides with photos. Some didn’t even want to go up or talk about it. Overall, they seem to agree, even the one who didn’t want to do the presentation and was dragging their feet that they did learn something from this project, about themselves and their family. I look forward to being part of this project again in the future.
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