APAD 099: Is that informative enough?
APAD 094: Mad-hatters they are not
Independence Day Parade, November 9, 2008. Cheyor, Cambodia!
I do not know which government ministry was this contingent from but judging from the hard-hats worn, they might be from the Ministry of Public Works and Transport.
APAD 075: (Boiled) Egg-vendor
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| A ten-year old girl sells boiled eggs at the Neak Loung ferry station. |
Most girls (the age of the girl above) are not in school because they are tasked of helping their parents earn additional income for the family. The boys, however, are given priority in education simply due to cultural values, while the girls are kept at home to help in the housework, looking after siblings, or, in this case, earn money for the family. Most parents here think that girls are going to get married and leave home anyway.
Sad, but true. This happens everywhere in the world, especially in third world countries.
>Flying high…
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Cheyor, Kampuchea!
2008 Bon Ekareich (Independence Day Celebration)
Phnom Penh, Cambodia
>Photo Hunt #0031: Family
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Gulp War of the borloloys!
In the photo are my nephew Joshua (middle) and nieces Beebop (left) and Chappi (right), about to have their siesta.
Borloloy is a term I borrowed from fellow blogger Toe and is used endearingly to refer to nephews and nieces. Our family is now growing in numbers, no doubt about it. Four years ago, Joshua was the center of attention being the first apo (grandchild) in the family. Two years after that, Beebop was born, and one year later, Chappi followed. Chappi’s birth somehow led everyone’s attention on me and my husband. The oldies in the family – composed of our uncles and aunts whose mission in life is to find a match to their single nephews and nieces and encourage procreation; you know, Noah’s ark and all- have stopped asking me when will I get married, as I already have,thanks very much. Instead they are now asking when will the husband and I are going to produce ankle-biters.
>Wordless Wednesday #55: Working girl
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My entry for the Tuesday-Wednesday edition. Taken in Dhaka, Bangladesh in December, 2002. After getting off a bus, I chanced upon this pretty girl, roaming around with this mat on her head. Through my interpreter, I learned that this girl is one of the many displaced people in Bangladesh. She used to live along the Buriganga river and constant floodings swept away her family’s house and livelihood. This drove them to the capital of Dhaka where they have no permanent shelter and no food to eat. She earns money picking garbages and, sometimes, begging, too.
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