The largest alphabet in the world is used to write the Khmer language, spoken in Cambodia, and has 74 letters. The smallest alphabet is used to write the Rotokas language, a language spoken by around 4,300 people in Papua New Guinea, and has just 12 letters.
This is my practice batch before I make them for Khmer new year’s. I was worried about the texture because my mom’s friend, who’s the queen of Khmer pastries, makes hers differently and her texture is harder than mine. But my parents loved mine! YAY WIN! My dad said the texture is soft and chewy like how they’re made in Cambodia. Whoop whoop. ^.^
I flavored the green ones with pandan and the white with almond. The pink ones are regular. I’m not sure about the almond flavor, might not use it again. I served them with shredded coconut and crushed peanuts with sesame seeds.
Aren’t the cups cute? When my brothers and I were little, we’d pour juice into them and pretend we’re drinking alcohol. We watched too much Chinese ancient series. XD
Took a tour at Singapore during my 20 hour layover for my trip to Bali last month.
“So brave of a girl like you to be traveling alone.” I had been told.
“My husband is my first love. We met in high school. From then, I knew he was the one.”
Had to come home from my trip to Bali alone to settle some things. Had to cut my Southeast Asia trip.
Went on with my journey along with my cousin, ate Sheila to four different countries.
Kuala Lumpur wasn’t so different from Singapore. Different nationalities of families, friends, couples, and colleagues gather at parks surrounded by towering buildings with glimmering night lights. The kind of of things that make me miss home but ironically doesn’t give me an intent of returning.
“You have been constantly away. It seems to me that you are running away from something.” I wouldn’t agree so. I don’t know.
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
Street food, motor bikes, random conversations in nature parks, busy city streets day and night. Despite its tragic history, life goes on in Saigon.
Cambodia. Monks in temples, enchanting music, friendly faces, groups of different races. We were lucky we got there on a Khmer new year. I took part in the celebration. I made brand new resolutions.
Packed with tourists gathered around stalls of street food, clinking bottles of beer, starting up conversations with strangers, exchanging smiles with unfamiliar faces, paradise. Everything is grand! There are countless reasons for you to go to Thailand. I even ended up with a ring on my hand from a hippie Mexican.
Lately, I’ve been changing location more than I change my shoes, exchanged currencies as much as I’ve exchanged smiles to different people, slept in buses and airplanes more than in my own bed room, the road is becoming my home. I have spent more time with strangers than with my own family. Today, I come home for my birthday. Because there is no place I’d rather celebrate than in my own country. Where I was born and raised. Where I had first set my foot and learned to explore and wander.
Southeast Asia, xie xie, teri makasi, cam on, aw khun, kob khun kaa and finally, maraming salamat! :) Cheers to good life!
Today is the last day of Khmer New Year in Cambodia, guess what ? Most of people get out of the city and everything is closed like ghost city with the weather 40 degree can you imagine ? This Cambodian summer T_T . Super HOT.