The Hundred and One Dreamed Stories

Author: Soy Taing

January 28, 2018
 Preface
The author inspired by Andrew Blackman, a British-born
award-winning novelist, who says: People often ask me for writing
advice, and they’re surprised when the first thing I tell them is to
keep a dream journal. In fact, many people look downright
suspicious, perhaps fearing I’ll go on to advise them to use healing
crystals, or only to write when Mercury is in the ascendant. But
keeping a dream journal is perfectly sound, if neglected, writing
advice. The best thing is that the process works even if you’re one of
those people who never remember dreams. I know. Because I used
to be one of them, until I trained myself to remember.

The mind is more malleable than we realize.

What is a dream journal?

A dream journal is just a book that you keep next to your bed, so
that you can write in it as soon as you wake up. And I really do
mean as soon as. A dream is a slippery fish. If you delay at all, even
just for a minute to brush your teeth or plan your breakfast, it’s
gone. The idea is to write down everything you remember of your
dreams.

When I first started, this was almost nothing. Then, it was just a few
vague impressions. With more practice I began remembering more
and more details. Now I can cover pages of my book each morning,
often reaching back beyond my latest dreams to recall some from
earlier in the night.
 Table Of Contents
Preface………........................................................................................Page 2

Chapter 1…Stand By Me………..........................................................Page 4

Chapter 2…The Nightmare…………………………………………..Page 14

Chapter 3…The High Hill…………………………………………...Page 21

Chapter 4…The Comrade In War…..……………………………....Page 24

Chapter 5…The Fishing Trip………..……………………………....Page 26

Chapter 6…The Sound man………………………………………....Page 33

Chapter 7...Jack and Jill…………………………………………......Page 36

Chapter 8...Raising Teenagers………………….................................Page 41

Chapter 9...How it all got here…….....................................................Page 47

Chapter 10....Life Goes On………………………………...................Page 49

Chapter 11....About The Author............................................................Page 52

 Chapter 1 – Stand By Me….
Growing Up
I was born in Cambodia, State Pursat (western province
near Thailand border), County Bakan, Town Phsar Loeu. My
parents live on one side of Pursat River which has no schooling. My
father and my mother had saved enough money; they built a bigger
house and moved to the next village over named Phsar Loeu (means
Upper Market Village). Then, I was born in the new house.
Throughout my little boyhood, I always heard my mother say, "His
birth brought us luck to build a new home." I always felt proud to
hear her say that. Our new house, similar to the front cover, was
built in front of the Pursat River on five acres of land, ply-wooden
walls; tiled roof high above ground fit 4 small bed rooms, reception
room and kitchen. The house had two ladder steps, one to the front
door, and one to the kitchen door. The bathroom is in the river. The
toilet was a little house outside near the fence in the corner of the
premise. My father opened up a new business, wooden charcoal
mines. He contracted the cutting wood area from the government,
paying a fee. The villagers went in cutting the trees piled into cubic
meters. My father was paid for by the cubic wood, transported them
to the mines, hired villagers to stock the mines and burned it to
make wooden charcoal. There are four mines, each fit 50 cubic
meters of wood. He owned a big boat, transported the charcoal to
Lower Market (down town of Pursat province approximately 30
kilometers from the mines) by the river. Every day there are
approximately 12-15 workers worked for my Dad, eating 3 meals a
day. You can imagine how busy my mother cooking, cleaning daily.
She got help from the villager daughters, with pay, of course. My
mother is a beautiful lady. Her face was round and beautiful looked
more like Melissa, our youngest daughter, today. She had very soft
white skin and very long hair. She curled her hair in the back all the
time. I used to watch her wash her hair; she used laughing orange
(Kroch soeuchក្រូចស ើច) juice to clean it in the river and used tek
kbong (ទឹររបុង made out of burning shell ashes mixed with water,
vinegar, and perfume drained out the ashes). She has a beautiful
heart. She laughed a lot and always helped out the neighbors to
solve their daily life problems. My father would get mad of her
because we were so busy and she was spending so much time talking
to neighbors. She was more like a vegetarian; she would eat more
salad all kind of vegetables more than meat. With help from the
workers, about 4 were permanently live-in, my Dad grew hundreds
and hundreds of fruit trees such as oranges, Clementine, papaya,
pomegranate, garden of onion, pepper, squash, mints, tomato,
Cambodian herbs and spices (many other trees and herbs and spices
that Dad does not know in English) in front of the house 4 acres of
land (the house and farm house took about 1 acre). We could not eat
all the fruits, so my Dad sold them to Vietnamese merchants who
just estimated the fruits on each tree by looking and giving out the
price. Dad raised many animals; we had horses for ride and pulling
cart, bull to plow and pull the cart (no cows - all cows were in
contract with the villagers, they raised them for us one year they
took the baby cow the following year belonged to us, all ours were
stamped with heated iron mark), hundreds of ducks giving eggs
every morning, hundreds of chickens, turkeys, and 20-30 pigs. My
Dad made the workers kill a pig every year on the occasion Bonn
Chheng Meng (សឆងស ង ៉េ means Memorial Day in Teowchui) when we
offered food, cake, fruit to ancestor cemetery. He built an outdoor
oven from the bricks and clay 4' diameter and 6' tall with opening
from the bottom to feed charcoal to burn and was used every year to
roast the whole pig. The marinated pig was hung on the metal bar
from the top. Dad had a set of kitchenware outside the house used to
cook the game meat like deer, boar, rabbit that brought in by the
hunters in the village exchanged for liquor, salt, bean sauce, fish
sauce, soy sauce that we sold. The Cambodian tradition women
cannot eat game meat not even go near or smell it; it would cause
them to get sick especially women that had children. My mother
never went near game meat. But my sisters that did not have
children could eat. That was why my father cooked them outside the
house. It was a sad and funny tradition because game meat is
delicious and by prohibiting women it had a lot left for men. My
father cooked deliciously game meat; he would marinate the meat
with his special recipes, put the meat on stick and grilled it; the
remaining he was making sweet and sour soup with many recipes
lemon grass, laughing orange leaves, krasaing ក្រសាំង, mdengស ង េ ,

kacheayខ្ជាយ, and garlic ground them together. Each time we had a

game meat cooked out we ate a lot and had a grand time doing so.
All schooling occurs on the other side of River where our
grandparents live. To avoid crossing river twice a day from and to
school and followed my oldest brother foot step, at 6 years old, I left
the house to live with grandmother. At first was hard as I
remembered but with fewer children around I got used to grandma
house. We called grandma, Ma Hoy. Ma Hoy is the general in the
household. She organized, ordered everyone from dawn to dusk.
Grandpa Kong (means grandpa in Teowchui Chinese ចិនទើជីវ), step
grandfather to us could not move around too much without the help
of walking chair. We never saw him as any different from our real
grandfather because we never knew our real grandpa. Our real
grandpa died since my mother was a baby. Grandparents live
comfortably; her two stories house has grocery shop selling dry
recipes (salt, sauces (fish sauceទឹរក្ី, soy sauceទឹរ ើអ
ុ ើវ
ុ , and bean

sauceស ៀង), bean, rice, oil, dry fishes, kerosene, liquor, and Chinese
medicine but no fresh produces) built on 2 acres land a walking
distance from the River. She has customers all day until late night
which mostly they want liquor (white rice wineក្ស រ) at dark. Ma
Hoy also a money lender; during rice growing season the villagers
needs seeds they loan the money and pay back at the harvest time.
She has a huge barn storing full of rice all year long. She has a barn
for cows. She sells the rice before new harvest time to make room
for new coming. Her property from front to back is growing all fruit
eating trees. There are 100’s of coconut trees along the fence,
banana, mango, papaya, guava “trawbekក្របែរ”, gooseberry
“kantuotរនទរ
ួ ”, sapodilla “lmutលមរ
ុ ”, sweetsop “Teapសទៀែ”, sugar
caneអាំសៅ, and other different fruits trees, and one huge vegetable
garden in the back. In front yard to the side she grows a chain of
long post, balet tree (chewing leaves “mlou ”ូល Cambodian
housewives practice daily – very popular among married women – it
caused darken teeth) and areca palm (palm nut “slaសល” used to
chew with balet leaves along with limestone paste made out of shell
“kamborរាំសោរ”). She sells them during day light since balet leaves
need to be picked freshly – very popular and believed to be addicted
for women and Ma Hoy is the only person that grows balet in the
village.
Ma Hoy has 12 siblings and she is the oldest sibling. All her
neighbors are all relatives, some had moved far away to other
Province. As I grow up I have second cousins at the similar ages to
play with. There are Ly, Lim, Lao, Taing (me), Chhour, Chea, and
Thiem. We went to the same Elementary School at Temple Wat
Veal located approximately 3 miles from us. After school we play
basketball at Ma Hoy court until dark. We went to bathe in the
river and bid good night. The next day it starts all over again,
school, play, bathe in the river. On the weekend we played all day
when it is hot we play in the water. There is very much 2 season’s
country in Cambodia: 6 months raining (growing period) and 6
months dry season (harvest period).
After 3 years at the elementary school Wat Veal we all have to
move far away from home to middle school Lolork Saw for 4 th year
to 6th year located about 30 miles from our home. We can no longer
just walk to school; each of us has to ride bicycle to get there. We
packed lunch and stayed all day at school until it ends from 8am to
4pm. We ate lunch together sharing food during school break from
11am to 1pm. We play basketball against local kids betting a few
riels ($1 worth 50 riels). Our commuting friends nominated me as a
captain of the team. We won game most of time meaning more
dessert and soda at the break time at the school food selling court.
We rode the bikes 2 times a day in file and keep an eye on each
other trouble bike. If anyone had problem we all stopped and helped
fixing. We then continued our road. We did this for 3 years until we
are all about 12-14 years old reaching 6th grade. We are now at the
age of exploring the environment for fun on days off.

Water Games

During 3 months summer off from school, we spent most of

time in the water since it was hot. We played ball in the water
basketball with goal tender. We divided into two teams if the goal
tender caught the ball considering it was a scoring. We tried to get
near to the goalie so it was easy for him to catch. Each team fought
for the ball. After we caught the ball we swam toward the goalie.
After we got tired of playing ball; we played boat racing. There were
two small canoes used to cross river every day for the villagers. We
divided into two teams and each took 1 canoe with 6 members total
of 12. We raced the canoe about 1/2 mile distance. We were afraid to
go far since if the villagers need canoe we were nearby to fetch the
canoe back to them. Then after all done we raced again.
We fished the mud fishes. At the bottom of the river where there
were mud layer across some sections there were clams and mud
fishes (narrow pointed head and tail fish) lied in the mud. The trick
was to get both hands underneath the mud in the water lift it out
without decaying the mud and get to the shore and throw it down.
There where the mud fish and clam to be found. We built fire on the
sand and cooked the fish and clam for enjoyable meals.
On Sunny afternoon day we swam across river to the sandy beach
on the other side. With a little short walk on the sand we ran into
Wild Jujube Trees (Putrea Preyពុក្ាព្ក្ព). There were hundreds and
hundreds trees that had full of fruits. Wild Jujube is like a little
apple with size of thumb or toe nail. It has seed but tastes very much
like apple. With sticks and stones we threw at the fruits and got
them down to the sand. We spent hours enjoyed the Wild Jujube
then got back to the river.

French Oranges Plantation Trip

During summer of 6th grade we got idea of visiting the French

oranges plantation farm. It is located about 100 miles from our
home town. It is required parents’ permission to go there and we all
7 approximately ages from 12 to 14: Ly, Lim, Lao, Taing (me),
Chhour, Chea, and Thiem got our parent permission. It’s required
to pack lunch and leave at earliest 4-5am possible in the morning to
get there, have fun and get back before dark in one day. The day we
leave was Saturday. On Friday we got our bikes ready, tidy up the
chains oil them, greased the brake, and put enough air on tires. We
prepared our packing lunches. My Grandma Hoy helped me
preparing lunch. She asked me to pick green gooseberry fruits
(kantuotរនទរ
ួ ) she used molcajete (tbal bokរាល់ែរ
ុ ) to crush the

fruit and unsalted dried fishes, added grain salt, until it became a
paste like. She grilled some salted dried fishes, boiled eggs and
packed all together with cooked rice and salted bean jam. We
brought some bidon ែីដងុ of water with us for drinking.

On Summer Saturday morning we left our houses at 5am. It’s still a

bit dark but that night had moon light so it helped us tremendously.
I rode in front leading the way to find direction and gave order. Ly
who had the loudest voice rode in the back in case emergency he
could yell to stop us all. On the road we came to real quiet section of
forest, cemetery and adults used to tell us story about ghost. We
were so scared and silent. The cry of owl and other nocturne birds
made us sinister but we just kept riding. By sun rise we came to
famous burry site of our Cambodian Hero “Ta Khlaing
Moeungតាឃ្លាំងស ឿង”. The story was his was a general leading the
war against the invasion of Siamese military from the west
(Thailand military). His army lost so many battles so he pronounced
to his army he would kill himself and when he became ghost he
would formed the ghost army to help the fighting. He asked army to
dig a hole and planted with all sharp sword, knife, and spear; he
then jumped in killing himself. In 24 hours his army heard an army
with tremendous noise behind the enemy line and army were
courage attacking in front. The enemy became sick and disarrayed,
and finally Cambodian army won the war. After the war the
Cambodian Government dedicated General Klaing Moeung burry
site as sacred site. When we got to this site we were all so respectful.
We stopped our bikes and went in to salute his site and then
continued our trip. Shortly after we left the burry site we spotted an
abundant persimmon trees with red and yellow riper fruit. To our
young hungry eyes we could not pass up. We stopped the bikes and
using stick and stone we throw at the fruits. They dropped
conveniently. We enjoyed the sweet taste of the persimmon and
continued the road.
The sun was beating down so hard. There was not a single cloud in
the sky. It was so hot; we drank all of water out of the bottle, the
bidon. It was noon time to be exact, we finally start to see fencing
surrounding hundreds and hundreds of acres land. We reached the
entrance to the plantation farms. The huge gate was up except a
small side entrance like bike or walking could go through. A huge
house settled in the middle; it must be headquarter. There were only
a few farmers were around; they saw us they won’t even bother
questioning. Since it was Saturday the French big bosses were all in
retreat and we just look like innocent kids. There are thousand and
thousand of orange trees surrounded. There were so many kinds the
Pursat (my province famously named the oranges), the tangerine,
the Clementine, the grape fruit, the citrus one. The oranges from
foreign Country like Australia, Japan, Taiwan, Korea, and India.
There were many large in ground composes stored the fertilized
material. There were corals where cows and horses were eating
hays. There were hangars stored plow, carts beside a huge garages
stored machines, tractors, plow, trucks and 18 wheelers trucks used
to transport oranges to the market. There were small air strip for
the bosses’ planes, and a few small planes and helicopters were
parked.
We asked the farmer what direction to go to the river and they told
us. We walk with our bikes toward the river. At the edge of river we
chose a huge grape fruit tree tall and had plenty of shade. We went
into river filled out our bidons, slapped cold water on our faces and
body and start taking our shirts off. We rested for a while; some of
us sneaked and picked some delicious oranges with the thief eyes on
the farmers. Afterward we unpacked our lunch. The Cambodian
word rang in my head “At Home we have different Mothers, on the
road we have only One Mother”. Each of our lunch packed had
many varieties of foods that our mothers gave us. It was the most
enjoyable meal that I remember for a long time. We laughed we
teased and took a little nap after meal.
After a period of resting we all undressed and went in to the river.
The water in summer was very shallow, half of knee high all across.
There was not a single soul around us. We sat down and bathed. I
went in to the top of water flow, sat down, washed my private part
and started the sermon. For a while before the gang realized my
joke. They chased me and threw grainy sand on me. The sand was
heavy, finger size and wet, it hurts. I did really have to make a dash
to get away. We saw does and fawns came down to the river to get a
drink of water.
We noticed French farmers did not grow oranges from seeds. At the
break off branches they peeled the tree skin, they wrapped it with
soil and coconut skin, enclosed and tied with both ends with wires
and water a little just to moist them. Then the roots took place, they
cut the branches and planted them. This way it was the fastest way
for an orange tree to grow, not from the seed. The farm is huge and
full of fruit trees. It probably took us all day to walk around the
fencing farm. We were curious to eat an orange sized of olive with
the skin. It tasted sour but when the skin kicked in it sweet up and
gave orange peel smell. It was addicted to eat them.
It was now 2pm in the afternoon, we all wrapped up our visit and it
was time to head back since it took us 6 hours to get there. And it
would take 6 hours to get back, but thankfully there will be
moonlight on the way back home.
We enjoyed our biggest adventure so much; our first as far away
from home trip. We will never forget that.
We all finished our 6th grade, and went on to High School in the Big
City of Province Pursat. But not all of us finished High School.
Ly quit at 7th grade and became a crocodiles farmer; Lim, and Lao,
finished 10th grade and became sergeants in police force; Chhour
finished High School and became a teacher in High School; Chea,
and Thiem finished 10th grade and became sergeants in the Army.
They all died in Pol Pot War 1975-1979. As me (Taing), I was the
luckiest one. I graduated from High School, went on to Military
Academy became 2nd, and then 1st Lieutenant in 6 years served. I
graduated 3rd , top of the class, from among 245 military cadet. In
1975 I was chosen to go to study in The U.S Military Technical
School in Aberdeen Proving Ground, State of Maryland. While Pol
Pot took over and did the killing field (3 millions Cambodian died
out of 6 millions populations – 1 in 3 died) I was safe in the U.S. I
was discharged late 1975 from U.S military, went on to College
studying to become an Electrical Engineer. I worked, retired and
now have lived in U.S for 43 years now. I married and have 3
children. This concludes the story of Stand By Me.
 Chapter 2 – The Nightmare
The War

I was born in Cambodia after World War II (1939-1945); peace time

growing up. I finished the Elementary school in the village, going on
to Middle School far from home. I had to ride bicycle to get there,
stayed until the end of school with packed lunch. I went on to High
School in the City, province Pursat. At 12th grade I finished
schooling in the province. I now had to move to the Capital Phnom
Penh to continue my last year of High School, the 13 th grade. I then
continued to the University of Sciences in 1970. Here came the War.
After World War 1945 until 1970 Cambodia was under
Kingdom. In 1955 U.S.A had a war with North Vietnam (Russia and
Chinese pro) in South Vietnam. Cambodia kingdom proceeded
neutrality policy, stayed in peace from 1955-1970. In 1970 while
King Norodom Sihanouk visited foreign country, the coup d’état
took place by the right wing General Lon Nol with U.S.A behind it,
to abolish Sihanouk and established Cambodia Republic. In 25
years under King Sihanouk who declared practicing neutrality, but
he let North Vietnamese stayed in retreat in Cambodia to fight U.S
in South Vietnam in secret. U.S now had Cambodia Republic on
their side started to bomb North Vietnamese in Cambodia. The war
exploded between the left wings (khmer rouge Pol Pot pro-Chinese,
and Hun Sen pro-Vietnamese combined with the helps from
disarrayed North Vietnamese from U.S bombing) and the Republic
pro-U.S.A. All roads surrounding Capital were cut off. I lost
supports from my parents sent them from Pursat to me in Phnom
Penh via convoy. Staying in the Monk Temple and going to
University, I was lost - no food. I joined the Army in the Defense
Department as to-be-2nd Lieutenant (aspirant in French ranking –
meaning 2nd lieutenant to be awaiting academy schooling). I received
3 months basic training in the temple field ground with troops. I was
deployed to guard the ammunition depot located 100 miles from the
Capital. I had encountered with Khmer Rouge attack in 1973 but
the depot survived and did not get overrun. I got sent to Military
Academy School, to South Vietnam to be trained with the U.S Green
Beret. I served 6 years and received a rank of 1 st Lieutenant. In late
1974-1975 I got chosen by examination contest to send to study in
U.S.A Military Technical School to learn to repair tanks. In April
30, 1975, the U.S.A withdrew Military from South Vietnam and
Cambodia. North Vietnam overtook the South. We lost the war. The
left wing Pol Pot, pro-Chinese, won the war in Cambodia; while the
left wing Hun Sen, pro-Vietnam, withdrew to be with the North
Vietnamese in the South.
Pol Pot took over and did the killing field (2 millions Cambodian
died out of 6 millions populations – 1 in 3 died). Unfortunately to my
family Grandparents, Parents, 4 siblings except the youngest one I
was able to sponsor out to live in the U.S in 2010 with their 4
children; they all died under Pol Pot. I was safe in the U.S and was
discharged late 1975 from U.S military, went on to College studying
to become an Electrical Engineer. I worked, retired and now have
lived in U.S for 43 years now. I married and have 3 children: wife
Reasmey (NP), my 3 children Raksa (PharmD), Monica (PharmD),
and Melissa (Professional Photographer). In notice, Pol Pot was
overthrown by Hun Sen with the aid from Vietnam in 1979. He is in
power since 1979 to present.
 The Nightmare
To my surprise in 43 years living in the U.S I rarely dreamed of my
family here. My dream is always back home in Cambodia with the
family there. LOL they are speaking English. I dreamed I was in the
fighting with my troops to protect the depot from overrun. I ran
around make sure we kept shooting but not to run out of
ammunitions. I called radio for helps and backup. I was scared then
I woke up with my hearth racing 100 miles per hour and happy that
I am here.
One notable dream it came back over and over again: I was always
with the 7 stars (Ly, Lim, Lao, Taing (me), Chhour, Chea, and
Thiem) in Stand By Me in Chapter 1.
There was a road connected the downtown province Pursat all the
way to French Orange Plantation about 150 miles long. The road
was built by the French Colony took place in 18 th century to 19th
century in an effort to bring the oranges to the market. Behind the
road there were thousands and thousands of rice fields belonged to
the villagers. Each owns a piece of acres and used to cultivate the
rice. My Grandmother owned hundreds and hundreds of acres
throughout her skill of selling and buying lands and inherited some
from her ancestor. She rented the land to the villagers and at the
harvest time they split the rice crops. The rice fields were built to
retain water 200-300 feet squares with a small strip of soil
surrounded to walk on. There were millions of square fields. During
6 months raining season those millions squares fields were filled
with water. The villagers grew rice inside. At the center of million
fields there was a hill, high ground uncultivated, field with forest
and palm trees. There where the village cemetery situated about 100
acres far enough connected the cemetery field to the village temple
Wat Veal. In century the villagers buried their love one there.
Grandma buried her ancestor there too. We had privileges to go
there once a year during Memorial Day accompanied with adults to
offer pray, food and cleaned up their buried spot from wild flowers
and brushes. This field is off limit to kids except the cow messiah.
They tended their cattle there where there were tall grass and forest
grown. For normal population we don’t go there. The villagers
always had stories about seeing ghost there all the time. As
Buddhists we believed life after dead and reincarnation. After life,
soul wandering around if no karma (commit no sins) in life time
would reincarnate immediately, if there was karma soul travels
around and became ghost. And we all scared of ghost, especially as
kids.
In my dream Ly, Lim, Lao, Taing (me), Chhour, Chea, and
Thiem, we wandered into high hill cemetery. In my dream, my Dad
was on horseback talked to me to go to our farm and picked papaya.
-They were all ripe and ready to be picked, he said.
-Yes father, I replied. I will get my friends to go along!
We then walked into the farm crossed the shallower stream. All of
sudden we saw tall palm trees and forest. We realized we were in the
high hill. All the ghost stories ran through our mind. Our head
became sinister. The burial mounts were everywhere. We walked so
close to each other for comfort. The papaya trees were in the
distance. Father was right the trees were full of fruits and they were
ripe, yellow colors. We were in the rush to pick them. All of the
sudden we heard voices behind the tombs. Two heads were popping
out.
Chhour yelled out:
-Who are there?
Silence no reply. We all stopped picking. Right then 2 figures
showed up. The Indian figures naked bodies only a little wrap on the
wastes and with axes on their hands, they said something.
Understood we were not allowed to pick them. I tried to argue, but
they approached us with menace to hack us. We started to run
away. We got to small stream with shallower water. Lim always
known to be the slower runner lost his one side shoe. Ly yelled:
-Lim lost his shoe!
We all slowed down. The two Indians got closer. I thought in my
mind: -Are they real person or ghost? Then I remembered one
villager’s story said, “Ghost doesn’t have feet! They floated in the
air without legs”. I looked back they had feet, I thought again: one
of us would get hacked. I thought I saw a hacked body in the stream.
We kept running. They got closer and closer. We ran passed the hill
into rice fields. We ran with difficult on the border of rice field. We
got to the road connected the province to French Oranges
Plantation. Next thing we were at the river bank. The water in
raining season filled the river. The water flowed so violently with
tremendous torrent. We were at highest cliff that we could not jump
into water. We saw the big boat floating, swirling violently on the
water. We ran out of road to run to. All of sudden we saw a sheriff
popped out of the boat cabin, aimed his rifle and started shooting.
The bullet flied pass our ear, we lowered our body to ground and
looked back we saw the Indians ran back. We were safe.
I then woke up with sweat, and my hearth racing 100 miles per
hour. It is strangely that when I woke up and fell back to sleep and
the dream continues the story. The High Hill is the nightmare. I
encountered it most of time when I have nightmare.
I read somewhere to put flower near bed so you will dream
pleasantly. I did that in summer when there are abundant of flowers
in the backyard. It Helps.

Ghost Doesn’t have feet

My mother was one of the story tellers that ghosts don’t have
feet. She told the neighbors, avoiding telling kids not to scare them:
we always have supper late in the evening; by the time we were all
done it was dark. In the old days the kitchen as shown in the house
picture on the cover did not have roof. The oven was inside the
house but cleaning and washing was at the outside in the veranda
open air no roof. It all happened while our oldest servant lived in the
adjacent hangar passed away and we had small funeral and bury
him. The belief was that after 3 days and third night the ghost of the
death person would visit where he or she was living. On the 3rd
evening after his burial, while my mother washing dishes in the dark
under moon light. There were so much dogs barking; we had about
a dozen dogs male and female and puppies live under the high house
eating food with pigs (we raised about 40 pigs). My mother then
observed a body with black short and white shirt appeared at the
gate with fences. The same clothes which my mother dressed the
servant in his funereal ceremony. The figure got passed the gate and
all the dogs barking and followed him. My mother yelled out “is that
Phoeung, Phoeung is that you?” no reply. Normally a villager
named Phoeung came late at night after done working in the his rice
field through the side of the gate asking to use the canoe to cross the
river to his house on the other side of river. No reply still, and then
my mother looked down the figure had no legs just floated in the air.
She got spooked out, got in the house and closed the kitchen door.
I was about 5 years old then, I too got spooked out.
 Chapter 3 – The High Hill
Ditto The Nightmare
The Hill, the villagers’ burial ground, situated high above
ground on uncultivated land surrounded by million squares of rice
field, was still a mysterious place in my dream. It was off limit to
kids playing ground. It was where the ghost story being the talks of
the town. The Hill always came back on my dream. The only
differences were different people and scenes in the dream.
I dreamed I was with a group of tourist walking around the
most admired garden of fruits trees like in paradise. But I sensed it
was in the Hill, contrary to reality that it was barren ground only
high grasses, bushes, and palm trees grew there, and countless
burial mounts.
I was with a Russian tourist Sergio Vodkof. He looked just like
Hitch Cock, baldy and a bit chubby. He walked around the garden.
Other tourists were all over the place walking around too. I followed
Sergio. He started to pick up fruit and eating along the way. Other
people yelled: “they are poisonous”. There were abundant of fruit
hanging down with long stem like mango stem but looked like
pepper with red and yellow colors. They were looking delicious and
very tempted to pick and eat them. Sergio seemed to be all right,
walking and talking. We all spoke English in my dream.
The tour kept going. When we got to a little stream, there were
abundant of mushrooms on the bank. They were colorful and
looked even more delicious. Sergio bent down and picked the one
looking creamy, and put in his mouth. All of the sudden, he sit down
and said something not clearly “I don’t feel good”. He started to lie
down and started vomiting. Everyone converged to see Sergio.
There was no medic around. No one knew what to do. Sergio started
convulsing, his body twisted around and his eyes started to roll up.
He stopped breathing. Sergio passed away. One lady spoke up;
somehow we all knew she was Italian: “we can just leave him
here?”. The other suggested burying Sergio. I protested “no not
here; it’s sacred burial for just villagers”. The American tourist
suggested we carried his body along. I volunteered even though I am
always scared of corpse. I grabbed the two legs and the American
grabbed Sergio’s upper body. I looked at Sergio’s face I thought his
eyes were open. I dropped the legs and then woke up.
My heart was racing real fast. I sat down and got up to drink
a glass of water. When I came back to bed I flipped the pillow, the
old say it would not continue the dream when you went back to
asleep. And I did not continue the same dream. Most of the night, I
did continue the story in the dream.
The Hill kept coming back. Some time it came to my thought
that because what I had for supper or drank before going to bed. Or
because the sub-conscientious when I was little I was petrified of
that place so much and it was stuck in the back of my mind and
never went away. Whatever that was or is, I am an old man there is
nothing going to change that. I live on.
 Chapter 4 – The Comrade In the War
War Dream
I had 2 best friends, Meng and Yech went to high school the
same school, studied mathematics together. All 3 of us were top of
classes from grade 7 through 12. We were never separated. On the
13th high school year we were separated. I went to Capital Phnom
Penh staying in the temple with the monk. Meng went to Phnom
Penh staying with his uncle. Yech went to province Battambang
near border with Thailand finished his last year of high school. In
1970 we all met again in the Capital Phnom Penh to go to University
Of Sciences. The war broke out that year. We all quit school and
joined the Army, Defense Ministry Department of making
ammunitions. In 1971 we all sent to Academy Military School the
same time. We lived in Phnom Penh rented at the same apartment
and worked at the same place. When we graduated we all sent to
South Vietnam trained with U.S Army, the Green Beret. We got
back continue working until 1975. We were taking turn sent to
guard an ammunition depot front line with 100 soldiers; 1 month at
a time replacing. The depot attacked in 1973 by the Khmer Rouge
fell on my shift. I survived. After 6 years serving we reached a rank
of 2nd Lieutenant. We were about to get promoted to Captain, then
we lost the war to Khmer Rouge Pol Pot. In 1975 I passed the test
and got sent to go studying in the U.S Army Technical School in
Aberdeen Proving Ground State of Maryland. The two got stuck in
Cambodia and got killed by the Pol Pot killing field (2 million
Cambodians out of 6 million populations were killed – 1 in 3).
I dream of my comrade very often. It a hollow, sorrow missed
in my life. I dreamed all 3 of us were commanding 3 separated
battalions in the western country of Cambodia against Pol Pot
Khmer Rouge army. There were a lot of rockets explosions in front
of the troops. The bullets flied above our heads. All of the sudden
the news broadcasted on radio that the Capital Phnom Penh felled
to the enemy. The instruction was to stop fighting. All 3 of us
disbursed our troops and instructed them to go back to their
families. We became lost and could not go back we would be caught
and executed. We found a poor family that took us in and fed us
whatever they could. We lived in the row of shacks with a lot of poor
neighbors. We were told to do odd things to feed the family. There
was a small shop behind the shacks operated by a white man named
Josef. Somehow Josef had all the electricity in the world. He was
operated the machine molding the car wheel. He told us to watch
and learn. There was noisy in the shop from the machine and it
made us sleepy. In the back there a storage room. I walked in there I
saw Meng and Yech were sleeping on the floor. I felt sleepy too then
lied down between them on the floor. But I could not sleep; I was
afraid Josef caught us and scolded being lazy. Pech the woman of
the house that let us stay wanted to arrange us to get married to
local women. It came to my mind right away I am married already
and would be going home whenever possible; I said no. But my 2
friends agreed to marry. The matchmaker brought 2 women Marla
and Nary to the house. They both were pretty, long hairs dressed in
sarong and white shirts. It was exciting time for my 2 friends; I
could see they looked so happier than I never saw them before. Pech
matched Marla with Yech and Nary with Meng. She sat them down
in couples. The old man, the villager chief, gave a sermon and
counsel in traditional way. There were cake and candles brought in
and every one applauded and small music a drum and violin with 2
strings (Tror ក្ទ) were playing. They brought in palm juice, known
as local villager alcohol. Villagers started to grill a hog, chicken, fish,
and duck, and a giant pot of rice was being cooked. The men and
women danced in front of the house. The men began to get drunk.
In the middle of happy crow, one drunken man Rin came out and
challenged the wedding. I knew he was my soldier released from
fighting to go home. He claimed Marla was his girlfriend and
challenged Yech to a fight. Yech came out to challenge, he was a
wrestling champ in high school, full of muscle. The men spread out
and formed a ring. The 2 men got into center of the ring. On the 1 st
attack Yech threw Rin onto the ground. Rin got up slipped out a
knife. I yelled “stop the fight”. Before I knew, Rin stocked a knife in
Yech stomach. I screamed to the top of my lung. I then woke up.
 Chapter 5 – The Fishing Trip
Lost
In Cambodia there is a great lake named Tonle Sap 115 km/71 miles
located almost in the center of the Country and connected to Asia
Pacific river, The Mekong River the 12th longest river (2,703 miles)
in the World, that flow through 6 Southeast Asia Countries: China,
Myanmar or Burma, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, and Vietnam. The
Tonle Sap is the largest fresh water lake in Southeast Asia and is the
one of a few in the World that flow in both direction (6 months flow
southeast from lake toward Mekong and and 6 month flow in
opposite direction) surrounded by 9 Provinces in Cambodia:
Banteay Meanchey, Battambang, Kampong Chhnang, Kampong
Thom, Preah Vihear, Pursat, Siem Reap, Oddar Meanchey, and
Pailin. The fishing at Tole Sap is tremendous, there are 149 species
of fish and they swam to all the rivers in 9 provinces. My favorite
are sneakhead murrel (ក្ីផ្ទរ)់ , sneakhead giant(ក្ីរ ៉េ ), wallago

attu(ក្ី ណ្ដ
េ យ), walking catfish(ក្ីអបដេង), featherback

(ក្ីក្ាយ), leptobarbus hoevenii(ក្ីក្ពល ូង), mud carp(ក្ីក្របែ),

Siamese mud carp(ក្ីក្របែស ៀ ), etc…

My dream I was in Pursat river. I got up early, packed my

lunch, prepared my fishing gear: fishing pole, tackles, bait worm
and live minnows. My arrangement with fishing boat Jim, a 1 man
operated machine boat, a 22 footer with a cell phone. The
arrangement was to cover 4 fishing spots along the river, to spend 2
hours at each spot for all day fishing. Every 2 hours Jim showed up
picked me up and moved to next spot. At 2nd spot after no luck at
fishing, about noon time I stopped and ate lunch. It was a quiet
moment no one around only machine boats went up and down the
river passing by. The wave from the machine boats created ripple
scared off fish I tried to catch, it bothered me. But it stopped and
water calmed again. While I was eating lunch I left my fishing line
in the water with tackle and live minnow. All of the sudden, the line
and the reel were making sound and pulling away. I dropped my
lunch, and grabbed the poll and do a quick yang to hook the fish. I
got one. I reeled the fish in, it gave a good fight. At the end I got a
snakehead fish, good size 5 pounds. I took off the fish, inserted a
string and let it stay in the water to keep it alive. I washed up my
hand and finished the lunch on time Jim came in to bring me to 3rd
spot.
On the 4th spot, the last stop and late afternoon, it started to
drizzle. I would like to call it quit but Jim already left. I left the
fishing line in the water and lay back on bank of the river. There
was no bite or pull at the line. I almost dozed off; I then looked at
the clock it was time for Jim to be in. But he was not. I waited and
waited he was still not there. I began to worry may be his engine
didn’t start. I pulled out my cell phone tried to find Jim number.
But the phone has no display it printed on a little roll of paper. By
then it rains a bit harder. The paper roll was wet and hard to read
the number. I could not find Jim number. I was really panicked and
I thought I would left out there alone God only knew for how long. I
looked to the top of the river bank; I saw a little house and a car
parked there. I picked up everything and went up to the top of bank
looking for helps.
 At the top of the river bank, in the little house I saw and
recognized as Tom, the manger I worked for while I was at
Raytheon Company in 1980 to 2000.

Tom
Who is Tom? Tom Garner was a section manager for the Naval
Department. He was responsible for about 50 people under him. I
was with a computer, central processor unit CPU groups, under
Wayne Napier. In 80’s president Regan started a Star War program
in competition with Russia. Raytheon was booming with star war
projects. We built a start war station whole computer starting from
scratch, other department built radar. There are 4 groups under
Tom: The CPU, Memory-IO, EU, and OHU. Each group has a test
station integrating, and testing bread boards. We engineers
designed, built, and tested with a group of support technicians
performed wiring and making change per engineers finds and
requests. The funding for the project was so abundant; we were all
on over time OT 12 hours a day. At lunch we took an hour lunch
went out had a beer and a good meal every day. In the evening we
did the same went out had a quick meal and back to work. However
we all had a deadline to deliver, so we did work hard beside lunch
and dinner. All design technology using TTL; we discovered the
memory not fast enough, it needed ECL technology, and I was the
only engineer knew ECL from past working at Sperry Univac in
Pennsylvania. I was pulled to design memory board using ECL
starting from drawing, to order parts, and built. In the mean time I
was assigned to get involve with Trident Submarine project
designed and built an aging station to test the 2 vital parts of the
missile the EA (the brain assembly), and IMUE (the heart assembly
of the missile). It required understanding the missile vital parts EA
and IMUE before it could build a tester. After a month of study, I
came up with a reverse engineering architecture used the two
missile design and turned it round to interface the 2 parts. By doing
so I knew inside out of the 2 vital Trident missile parts. No senior
engineer or higher up approved my plan except JK, he is a principal
engineer 35-40 years with Raytheon knew nothing about new
technology and I was supposed to daily report to him. JK liked my
idea since we didn’t have buy parts starting building from scratch;
just order missile boards from Draper, the main contractor to Navy
and Raytheon was a subcontractor to them. Tom gave me an ok to
pursuit and gave 2 junior engineers Brian and Laura to help. I
started with building a station tester 6’ high, 5’ wide with 2 racks
each capable to insert 12 breaded wiring boards; for a total of 24
boards design. Next a backplane wiring design to connect all 24
boards; Brian was responsible for backplane and worked alongside
with me. Laura and I started marked up schematics and generated
wiring list. It took 1and 1/2 year from paper design to have a station.
Now it was testing time. It required the station shipped to
manufacturing plant Raytheon Waltham since it was intended to aid
manufacturing EA and IMUE. Mean time the star war project; a
good thing always came to an end, at the end of the president
Ronald Regan presidency 1988, the star war project slow downed.
In December 1989, the president George Bush and Mikhail
Gorbachev ended the cold war: U.S.A won, and the Russia Empire
broke up. Raytheon ended the star war project, all left from the
floor was shipped to Navy storage. I was sent to Waltham to bring
test station to live; long commute ½ hour more from Northborough.
I spent 8 months getting the station to fully integrated equipped
with water cooler able to aging test 300 hours long to each EA and
IMUE one at the time. In actual missile flight are minutes not 300
hours but it is a precaution and requirement. When I got back to
Raytheon Headquarter I got promoted to Senior Engineer with
small raise through the recommendation of Trident Program
Management Office PMO. They moved me to 2 men office window
and door. It was so hard to get promoted at Raytheon, when I got
my Master MSEE in 1986, I got nothing. I thought I was all done
with the Trident program; but the PMO needed a guy to run
module test lab at the Headquarter. All modules are from EA and
IMUE. Tom assigned me to that. It was closed laboratory only high
confidential clearance could access and I was a custodian to the lab.
My clients were engineers from manufacturing that needed help
testing the hard failure module and Navy personnel and Navy
engineer. I worked there until Raytheon closed Trident
manufacturing, to my surprise for a total 11 years on the Trident
Program.
In 1986, Tom was under a lot pressure, star war project,
Trident project, he had chest pain. The secretary called 911, and
Tom was taken to Hospital by the ambulance. We all took turn
visited Tom. He was ok after a few days resting in the Hospital, and
back to work.

Fishing Trip With Tom

At the end of star war project Wayne Napier organized a Tuna
fishing trip at the Cape Cod inviting Tom and 10 engineers. Wayne
had a house at Plymouth Beach. We packed our sleeping bags and
each put in $1000 to chart a boat just us to go out for Tuna fishing.
A 25 foot boat 2 crew men guaranteed if we caught tuna they
returned the money and kept the fish to sell to Japan. We went to
local bar and got back drank some more and play poker 5 bucks a
hand. I knew very little poker but knew Russian poker I learned in
Military Academy School; it was similar card count. We play until
5am, and I beat them all I had $600 in the morning. We slept about
2 hours got up and went to breakfast at the Plymouth golf club; play
1 round of golf and then noon time to chart the boat. The golf cahier
ripped me off, I handed $50 bill, money from winning the poker,
they gave change as $20 bill. We all saw I handed $50 bill and
argued; I stopped them and played golf. My 1st golf game ever, I hit
just fine but not a long distance.
On the boat, the crew wanted to catch bait 1st. They drove the boat
to Cape Cod shore, threw fishing line with 10 hooks; in minutes they
caught 10 fishes all sea bass. They kept doing that until all bucket
was full. One man start chopping the fish to small pieces and left
over chopped up to become chump with blood and all to throw in
the water to attract tuna. Then they drove a good distance into the
sea where the electronic fish finder locating tuna. The boat anchor
was dropped, the crew poured blood and chump in the water and
then the wave was rocking the boat uncontrollable. A swamp of sea
gulf birds circled us and grabbed chump and piece of fish from
water. The crew instructed us to throw the lines in the water and
stuck the pole in the slot. One crew man entertained us by shooting
the sea gulf bird with BB gun. The bird got hit dropped to water
stay for a while and flew away. In 2 hours the boat rocked nonstop, I
and a couple friends got sea sick. We threw up and lied down in the
cabin. About 2pm we stopped and ate lunch; I could not eat 1 bite.
No tuna bite, the crew moved the boat to another location; stayed a
couple hours still no bite. They then moved the boat closer to the
shore, our last stop. The sun began to set what a beautiful sight. At
6pm we left for the dock. The crew parked the boat; we left the dock
heading to Italian restaurant for dinner. I was so hungry since I
didn’t eat anything all day. My stomach was empty from throwing
up. We ordered drink, beer, red wine and Italian dishes. I ordered
pasta shrimp skimpy. It was the best pasta dish I remembered for a
long time. We then left for home about 9pm.
Back to Pursat river dream, seeing Tom at the top of river
bank. Tom was so happy to see me; but said out loud:
-What are you doing here? I explained I was lost and needed help to
get home. I then saw Gary, a Raytheon Naval liaison senior engineer
lied in the hammock in the back of the little house. I had some idea
of why they were there. I turned around and saw a Commander of
Navy officer in uniform walking toward Tom, and heard a naval
boat engine running at the water down the bank. I knew then Tom
and Gary were delivering something to the Navy Commander. I
asked the Commander what direction he would be heading, he said
down the river. Tom yelled:
-Don’t worry I take you home. I was so happy, and woke up. END of
fishing trip.
 Chapter 6 – The Sound Man
Walt Disney Parks
Greg Polski, a professional sound and video man for the
Disney Parks. In my dream, whatever happened in the parks it
would display on every monitor installed everywhere as long there
were roof. Greg was responsible in setting up sound, video and
scenes. Greg had dinner with his family bragged about his work for
the parks. His family wanted him to make money in a bad way.
They suggested to Greg setup an accident scene video and sued
Disney for money. They argued back and forth on the dining table.
Finally Greg agreed and setup a test. He went to the garden that had
light projector, turned off the circuit breaker, raked the mulch chip
with hands searching for electrical wires; found it spliced the wire
and installed his testing projector. He taped the wire with electrical
tape, covered with mulch chip, and turned on the breaker. His test
projector worked, but all his activity was shown on the monitors
around the park. So he knew it could not be setup from the existing
apparatus, it had to be from a show room. He had idea.

Paid Spectators
I dreamed I was within a large group of spectators that toured
the park. Some reason we were being paid on the tour to watch
different scenes that took place. In the group there were many
military uniform men from 29th Cambodian Academy Military
School, one generation younger than mine. They all saluted me and
called me in traditional way Big Brother. In there too was Steve
Banana, the young generation PMO from Trident missile project.
Trident missile had many generation, Trident I, Trident II, and III.
Raytheon built submarine missile for the Navy started with
Poseidon in 50’s and 60’s. Then later update to Trident I in 70’s,
and II and III in 80’s into millennium. They did not change design
just improvement. While I was at the Trident manufacturing plan at
Waltham, after finishing my aging station up and running, I was
still hang around to support for 3 months or so before heading back
to headquarter. The floor manager asked me to help working on
Poseidon test station. After it was up and running I was asked to
help Trident I test station. From all that time the 50’s to 80’s
Raytheon still produced submarine missile Poseidon and Trident I
for the Navy old ship. Back to the dream, Steve offered hand to
shake with gripping hole; I extended my hand with the index finger
inserted to his hand hole. He did not smile.

Steve
Who is Steve? Steve Banana was hired as an associates
engineer at Raytheon in 80’s. While I was working on integration
CPU in star war project on the floor, Steve was being introduced
around. A shy young man; was very nervous when speaking. He was
part of Memory-IO group. He was so green, so the management
introduced him with desk job, paper work, schedule and money
counting. He was a smart guy and quick learner; he could write a 3
pages report in 2 minutes. He could type so fast his computer
keyboard roared like a machine gun. In a couple years the
management moved him to be a group leader role. In later year I
was reported to Steve. He managed part of the star war project for a
while until it got cancelled. Steve was assigned to another Raytheon
plant, Tewksbury doing group leader working on IDP Internal
Development Project, a research macro chips project. In the late
2010’s all the PMO on Trident missile project retired from
Raytheon. They were working on submarine project since the
Poseidon, all PMO were in their late 60’s. Steve got hired by
Raytheon PMO west coast; soon got the job at PMO helm for the
young generation of Trident program run by the west coast
Raytheon. He is very good on project planning, expenses, and
revenue. As far as I knew Steve knew nothing about the design, he
had knowledge of what being built and sold to Navy, the EA and
IMUE, but had no clue what they are. He never designed and built
anything or testing at Raytheon his entire carrier. He was good at
paper work, report, schedule, and money counting and to get more
money from the Navy.
Back to the dream: I was with hundreds of spectators Disney
park scene watching the Patriots parade with hats and guns on
shoulder. I looked far right I saw Steve, he stared it at me. Behind
me were all the 29th officers from the Military Academy. The parade
stopped and put the gun on shooting position and started shooting.
It was a real bullet; one of the bullets hit me on upper chest. I felt
down and lied on the ground. I saw Steve stood there and stared
down at me. I tried to yell, it was Greg plan putting real bullet in the
gun show room, but my voice did not come out. The crowd
dispersed. One of the 29th Class officers picked me put on his
shoulder and ran looking for ambulance. I asked him from his
shoulder what was his name, he said Ly Kim. I was in pain and
thought I would die. I could not breathe, I was struggling breathing,
and then I woke up. I sat down and had a big breathe in and out.
END of sound man.
 Chapter 7 – Jack and Jill
Meeting Up
Jack Lamb grew up in small town in Pennsylvania,
Norristown, 30 miles west of Philadelphia. When he was in High
School his parent passed away. His uncle, Frank Lamb, took him in
and let him finished his High School without a problem. He went to
College in 1975, Widener University located 20 miles west from
Norristown to study to be an Electrical Engineer. His uncle Frank
worked for Nursing Retirement Home in Norristown as an orderly.
Before starting College, Uncle Frank heard of an opening at work
for part time night orderly on the weekend. He thought it would be
perfect for Jack to start College and lived independently and
worked on his own. He spoke to his boss and his boss hired Jack and
gave him a room and board if he worked on Friday night too.
Everything worked out Jack started to live and worked at 3 nights a
week from 11pm to 7am, and went to College during the day. Jack
worked hard and studied hard in College. He received award
President List, and an academy honor every year.
In 1977, in his junior year his best friend from High School,
Joe Morris and wife Sue moved to Boulder, Colorado. They invited
him to visit. In his winter break Jack and his 2 friends from College
drove through snow storm to Boulder. He got there in one night and
two days. There was Jill Beaudelaire, friend of Sue Morris, came
from Montreal, Canada with her parent visiting the same friend the
Morris. Jack met Jill for the 1st time. They went out skiing on the
famous mountain of Boulder with all friends participated. On the
way back Jack invited Jill family to stop by visiting him on the way
back North to Canada. A week later Jill family came to visit Jack
where he worked at Night in Pennsylvania. On the next day Jill
family left Jack. But the friendship already started. Jack visited Jill
family in the following Summer at Montreal, Canada, and Jill did
the same back and forth with her family.
Jack graduated from College in 1979 and started working as a
computer engineer for Sperry Univac. He had not heard from Jill
for a while. Then he got a call from Joe Morris suggested that Jack
saw Jill once more time and talking of two of them get married.
That attracted Jack attention. He went back visiting Jill in Canada.
They started going out together. Jill paid back the visit to
Pennsylvania. The two got married in 1981 and Jill moved to live
with Jack in Conshohocken, Pennsylvania near Jack’s work. Jack
enlisted Jill in the Montgomery Community College, near Jack
work, to start College to study Nursing. It was hard for Jill; she
lived all her life in Canada speaking French. She started taking
English writing, reading, and speeches class before she could take
sciences classes. She found a part time job working for Blooming
Dales in cosmetic department. Most of clients spoke French; it was
perfect for Jill. Jack bought an old car, AMC Hornet a Chrysler
model and drove to work; and Jill drove a brand New Ford sport
Mustang.

Starting Family
In 1982 Jack got a job offered in Massachusetts to work for
Defense Company, Raytheon. Jack and Jill moved to Massachusetts.
Jill enrolled in Saint Vincent School Of Nursing and was able to
transfer all of her credit from Pennsylvania College. They lived in
the apartment enjoyed life without kids, beaches, swimming at the
pool, at the lake Walden Pond, playing tennis, dining out. In 1984
they were able to afford buying a house with backyard swimming
pool located in Marlborough Massachusetts.
In 1986 Jill finished her Register Nursing Degree and started
working night at the Marlborough Hospital. She also was pregnant
with 1st child, but did not survive. A girl, Sara Lamb, at 5th month
was born prematurely and died.
In 1988 another child, a son, was born, Rocky Lamb. In 1989
Jack and Jill sold the house to get rid of swimming in-ground pool.
Jack and Jill enjoyed the swimming pool when they did not have
kid. But living in New England you only have 2 months window to
enjoy pool; the rest is cold and winter snow. Busy with kid and Jack
spent all his time in summer cleaning the pool surrounded with tree
and the leaves drop. They got double price they paid for in 5 years.
They moved into an apartment overlooked the air strip. Small
planes got up and down in the air all day long, but without hardly
any disturbed sound. It was fun to watch with kid.
In 1990 another girl, Monique Lamb was born. At 4 months
old, Jill as a R.N noticed there was something wrong with Monique.
She could not hold her neck up. Jill asked the pediatrician, Dr.
Raymond Hill; he informed her everything was fine. Jill did not
believe him. While Jack was at work, Jill put Monique in the car
and drove to Children Hospital in Boston Massachusetts. To utmost
shocking and worrying to Jack and Jill, the CAT scan showed
Monique had a brain tumor. The surgery would take place in two
days. Jill’s parent came to help while Jack and Jill spent time at the
Children Hospital. The surgery took place from 9am to 2pm. The
Doctor Arnold Scott, the head of Surgery Department, performed
the surgery himself. Before they wheeled Monique in for surgery, he
promised to Jack and Jill: “we will take a good care of the baby”.
The 5 hours waiting seemed a yearlong to Jack and Jill. Finally Dr.
Scott appeared with a big smile on his face. What a relief to Jack
and Jill. He said “it was a benign tumor and he took everything
out”. In an hour they wheeled Monique out; she was still sedated
and sleeping. Jack and Jill stood there watching the nurse dressed
her wound. There were at least 100 stitches from the top of head to
below the ear. Monique then woke up opened her eyes and smiled
for the 1st time in her 5 months old.
On Monique birth, 1990 Jack and Jill found a new home in
Northborough. A 3 bed room ranch with 1 full bath and 2 garages.
They moved in just in time for Rocky Lamb started pre-school.
Where they lived before, Marlborough, was known to have bad
schooling. While Marlborough was a city with many ethnicities
50,000 lived, Northborough was a town of 9,000 people lived and
had the best schooling ranking high in the state of Massachusetts.
In 1994 another girl was born, Michelle Lamb. Jack and Jill
renovated their house to add another bed room and a new addition
to the building, another living room and another half bath. They
renovated their basement to add 2 bed rooms, a full bath, a kitchen
and a living room. They then had 4 bed rooms, 1 and half bath, 2
living room upstairs; and 2 bed rooms, 1 full bath and 2 nd kitchen
downstairs.
Their house located near the Elementary school, Lincoln and
near the Middle school, Robert Millikan, with a walking distance.
The first 6 years went on without any problem. Time went by so
quickly for the Family. Jack continued working for Raytheon 12
hours a day with 4 hours overtime. Jack went to Night School
College for his Master degree in Electrical Engineering. Jill went to
College for her Bachelor Science in Nursing. Jack graduated in 1986
from Worcester Polytechnics Institute and Jill graduated in 1994
from The Assumption College. Jack went on to Night School for his
Software Degree in C Programming from Northeastern University
and graduated in 1998. Jill changed job to work as B.S.N for Umass
(short of University Of Massachusetts) Memorial Hospital and later
went to Umass Medical School to become Nurse Practitioner.
In 2006 Jill received a license to become a Real Estate Agent
from state of Massachusetts working part time for Coldwell Banker.
In 2 years she only sold 2 houses. But she found a vacation home in
the state of Rhode Island near the beach in the town of
Narragansett. Jill insisted that Jack buy the place. Jack went to see
the place and they bought a two bed rooms, 2 stories 1 full bath
town house located on ¾ acres land 5 minutes from the beach. Jack
agreed on the condition that Rocky Lamb applied to University Of
Rhode Island on Pharmacy program and lived in the town house 10
minutes from campus. But Rocky did not get accepted as Pharmacy
student only a Chemistry program; and he declined to go. The
University of Rhode Island was tough to get in to Pharmacy
department since they only recruited 60 students from the whole
country; but it was easier to study to successfully graduate than any
other University. In 2007 Rocky got accepted to go to Northeastern
University as a Pharmacy student. He graduated in 2014 as a
PharmD (Pharmacist Doctor).
In 2009 Jack retired from work as an Electrical Engineer after
34 years in 4 companies.
In 2011 Jill got accepted to go to Umass Medical School on
graduated program to study Nurse Practitioner. She graduated in
2015.
In 2009, Monique Lamb graduated from High School,
Algonquin Regional High School (ARHS). She too applied to
Pharmacy school. She got accepted by two Pharmacy schools the
Massachusetts College of Pharmacy Health Sciences (MCPHS) and
Northeastern University (NEU). MCPHS offered Monique a
scholarship $11,000/year. Jack and Jill wanted Monique to join her
brother at NEU. Jill wrote a letter to NEU president claiming
Monique would want to go to NEU but MCPHS offering
scholarship. NEU president replied NEU too now offered Monique
the same amount. Monique then attended NEU Pharmacy school
joining her brother Rocky. Monique graduated in 2016 as a
PharmD like her brother.
In 2012, Michelle Lamb graduated from ARHS. Unlike her
brother and sister, she wanted to go to Art School. In 2013 Michelle
got accepted to go to Massachusetts College of Art to study
Photography and Film. She graduated in 2016.
In 3 years in a row Jack and Jill had a big backyard
graduation parties: 2014 Rocky (PharmD), 2015 Jill (NP), and 2016
Monique and Michelle (PharmD and Photographer and Film).
All 3 kids moved out of the house. They got jobs and live on
their own. Rocky and Michelle live in Boston; Monique lives in New
York.
Chapter 7 – Jack and Jill Raising Teenagers
Rocky Lamb
Rocky Lamb was born in 1988 to Jack and Jill at the house
with swimming pool in the backyard. At the age of 1 year old, he
had hernia surgery, recommended by his pediatrician. At early age
Rocky was confused on learning how to speak since Jack and Jill
spoke bilingual French and English at home. It was difficult for him
to understand and pick up as a child. He didn’t really speak well
until 3 years old. He slept very little. Jack and Jill had him in the
crib in the same bed room next to their bed. Upon their getting up,
Rocky always stood on the crib waiting with diaper either wet or
soil. All day he never stopped moving. In the car on a long trip he
never fell asleep on his car seat. He looked around and observed
everything that passed by. Jill could only work part time on the
weekend when Jack was off to care for Rocky. In the summer they
spent a lot of time by the pool barbequing and swimming.
In 1989 Jack and Jill sold their house in Marlborough, and
moved to the apartment located in Marlborough too overlooked the
local air strip, and started looking for new house ready to move to
area for better schooling for Rocky. They sold the house double the
price they paid for in 1984. At the apartment Jack had a lot of free
time no longer mowing lawn, plowing snow, and cleaning the pool;
he took Rocky to school playing ground and started teaching him to
play basketball. In the same apartment complex there were so many
friends of Jack worked for the same company, Raytheon; most of
them bachelors just got out of school and got their 1st job, they
teased Jack “did your son beat you up at the game?.” They got a
good laugh out of it. At age 2 Rocky kept gagging the food when
chewing the food. Jill as a R.N demanded to his pediatrician, Dr.
John Hilly, to take his tonsil out. Dr. Hilly refused, Jill said “if I
have to go to Russia to take his tonsil out I will”; Dr. Hilly laughed
and agreed. Rocky sopped gagging food after.
 In 1990 Monique Lamb was born; and Jack and Jill bought
new house in Northborough, one town over, the town that had
reputation one of the best schooling in Massachusetts. Rocky Lamb
started pre-schooling near home, Doe Ray Me pre-school. In 1994
while Rocky attended 1st grade, Monique attended Doe Ray Me, and
Michelle was born. Rocky was now 6 years old attended 1st grade at
the elementary Lincoln School dropped off every morning by Jill.
School bus would not pick him up since Jack and Jill were living too
close to school. On 2nd grade Rocky got into the fight with the other
boy. Other boy, a black kid, gave him a black eye. Just ½ inch below
he would have lost his eye. Jack called the school superintendant
from work. The superintendant claimed he was there witnessing the
boys arguing in the cafeteria before the punches were thrown; Jack
scolded him he should have stopped them before punches made. He
apologized to Jack to never let it happened again. Jack enrolled
Rocky in the local karate class along with Monique at the age of 7
and 5 years old respectively in 1995. Twice a week after school they
attended karate class Isshinryu. In 1998 when Michelle was 4 years
old, she too attended Isshinryu. They attended karate class for 11
years until Rocky reached senior year in 2006. They all then did not
want to go any more. Rocky and Monique received Black Bell,
Michelle received brown belt 1st stripe. Every Sunday on the
weekend Jack started teaching Mathematics 3 hours in the morning
staying 1 chapter ahead of their classes to all 3 children while Jill at
work. Staying 1 chapter ahead since Jack wanted the kids to see
twice one from him and one from the teacher. From Jack’s
experiences Mathematics was the fundamental to all sciences classes.
Every sciences classes required mathematics. After mathematics
class Jack took the kids out to the park: playing tennis, playing ball,
and fishing in the ponds after picking up lunch from McDonald,
KFC, or Burger King. This took place every Sunday until the kids
reached their seniors year in High School.
Jack enrolled Rocky in the town winter basketball league.
Every Saturday morning Rocky played basketball at the town court.
In the summer Rocky played soccer, baseball, swimming in the team
and lacrosse. Starting middle school Jill enrolled Rocky in football
team. On the 3rd game Rocky busted his toe. Jill then enrolled him in
music class, playing flute. Jack and Jill attended every events Rocky
played weather weekends and nights. Rocky got honor almost every
year; he got A on almost every subject. Except at later date in senior
his report card slipped. He even faked his report card on bad grade
to A on his senior year without a trace of fudging. Jack and Jill
found out when the real report card came on the mail. They
grounded him for weeks. But he graduated from High School in the
top 1/3 of class. Rocky got his 1st car, Toyota Camry’1999, on his 16
birth day.
Some time Jack and Jill left Rocky at home while they took the
girls to vacation home at the beach. Rocky got friends over and had
party. Jack and Jill knew and warned them if they drank don’t
drive – just slept over. Jack noticed at later date most of his liquor
bottle was filled with pure water. They replaced water after
emptying the content.
In 2007 when Rocky got accepted into NEU Pharmacy school;
the toughest class for him was Comprehensive Disease Management
CDM#1 through CDM#4 started in 3rd year to 6th year. Staring 1st
year there were 100 pharmacy students by 2 nd year 20 drooping out
since they didn’t make 2.75 GPA. From 3rd year to 6th year 30
dropped out due to CDM classes. You cannot take the next CDM if
you failed the prior one, and you only allowed repeating 1 year then
you got kicked out of the program. Only 50 out of 100 graduated
from 6 year programs. Rocky repeated his 4th year and graduated in
7 years. NEU caused so many problems for pharmacy students due
to CDM; they are now eliminating CDM and called something else.
Other school, the University Of Rhode Island Pharmacy for
example; they did not have such thing. Any way Rocky graduated in
2014 and started working as Pharmacist for CVS. He was fortunate
became an intern for CVS in his 2 nd year. By the time he graduated
CVS hired him and had 5 years seniority already.
 Monique Lamb
Monique Lamb was born in 1990. At 4 months old she had a
brain surgery, tumor benign; she survived to become a normal
child. The therapist nurse made house visit twice a week for 3 year
time to exercise Monique on how to walk, to roll, sit-up etc…On her
birth Jack and Jill moved to a new house. The therapist nurse
followed Monique to new house. Jill set up a sand box near the back
yard entrance for kids to play. Every day Rocky and Monique
played there. Monique followed Rocky everywhere he went.
Monique started pre-school, Do Ray Me, near home at the age of 3.
She was always the protester; when Jill told her to sit in a corner for
doing something bad she cried and talking back in protest the whole
time. Jack and Jill always paid attention to her mostly since she had
a rough life to start with. Her grandparent loved her the most. The
grandfather called her the God child since she survived the surgery.
Monique was the most active among Jack and Jill children. She
started ice skating when she was 4 years old. At 5 she attended
karate at Isshinryu; she received black belt in 2006 after 11 years of
practicing. Starting elementary school she played soccer, swimming,
and played clarinet with school music team. She was always the best
writer; at 6th grade the teacher awarded her “writer of the year”.
She always got the best report card straight A.
On her 16th birth day Jack and Jill bought her a car, another
Toyota Camry’2003.
In 2009, Monique Lamb graduated from High School,
Algonquin Regional High School (ARHS). She graduated number
33 among 300 students. She too applied to Pharmacy school,
University of Rhode Island Pharmacy, having in mind staying at the
beach house and went to nearby campus. But she did not get
accepted only accepted to Biology program. However; she got
accepted by two Pharmacy schools the Massachusetts College of
Pharmacy Health Sciences (MCPHS) and Northeastern University
(NEU). MCPHS offered Monique a scholarship $11,000/year. Jack
and Jill wanted Monique to join her brother at NEU. Jill wrote a
letter to NEU president claiming Monique would want to go to NEU
but MCPHS offering scholarship. NEU president replied NEU too
now offered Monique the same amount. Monique then attended
NEU Pharmacy school joining her brother Rocky. In 2015 Monique
got into car accident. She totaled the car, Jack and Jill then bought
Monique another car, Toyota Camry’2007. Monique graduated in
2016 as a PharmD like her brother.
The NEU Pharmacy school was the toughest school for
Pharmacy; the toughest class was Comprehensive Disease
Management CDM#1 through CDM#4 started in 3rd year to 6th
year. Staring 1st year there were 100 pharmacy students by 2 nd year
20 drooping out since they didn’t make 2.75 GPA. From 3 rd year to
6th year 30 dropped out due to CDM classes. You cannot take the
next CDM if you failed the prior one, and you only allowed
repeating 1 year then you got kicked out of the program. Only 50
out of 100 graduated from 6 year programs. Monique repeated her
4th year, failing CDM#3, and graduated in 7 years like her brother
Rocky. NEU caused so many problems for pharmacy students due
to CDM; they are now eliminating CDM and called something else.
Other school, the University Of Rhode Island Pharmacy for
example; they did not have such thing. Monique graduated in 2016
and started working as Pharmacist for the Department of Health
(DPH) state of New York, as a manager of patient care.

Michelle Lamb

Michelle Lamb was born in 1994. When Jill was pregnant with
Michelle, Dr. Lucas the gynecologist kept telling Jack and Jill, it
would be a boy since Michelle had the lowest hearth rate (baby girl
has the fastest hearth rate). They did not want to reveal baby gender
in the ultrasound scan. Jack and Jill got the name ready Michael
Lamb. When Michelle was born they named her Michelle (the
opposite of Michael in French). Michelle was an excellent baby, she
slept through the night only woke up in the morning. She was the
fastest baby to be born too; as soon as Jack and Jill got to hospital,
sat on bed there she came out. It was so magical. In 1997 she started
pre-school Doe Ray Me followed her brother and sister foot step. In
2000 she started the elementary school Lincoln elementary school.
Michelle was not into any much sport. In 1998 she started Isshinryu
karate, swimming, and playing clarinet in school music team also. In
2009 she received brown belt 1st stripe and quit going to karate like
her old sibling. She loved art, painting and photographing. She too
was a straight A student like her sister. Jack and Jill, and Michelle
had a big argument on her High School graduation in 2011 whether
what kind of College to go to. Jack and Jill chose technical
professional school, but Michelle stuck to her desire Art School.
Jack and Jill gave in and supported her. Michelle did not need to
buy a car on her graduation, she drove Rocky Camry, since Rocky
after graduation, he bought sport Lexus ES350. In 2012 she applied
to Art school Massachusetts of Fine Art (MFA) and Massachusetts
College of Art (MCA) both in Boston. She attended MCA instead
since MCA gave her scholarship $800 per year. Her tuition was 3
times cheaper than her siblings. In 2016 she graduated from MCA.
She is now living in Boston worked part time 3 days for Museum as
photographer head, and open her own business for photography.
She did wedding photography, reunion, baby pictures, and family
pictures. She possessed the happiest spirit and very close to Jack
and Jill.
 Chapter 8 – How It All Got here
Jack and Jill Pondering

Jack and Jill sometime are pondering “are we successful as an

American couple?” How other couples raised their kids, sent them
to College and successfully completed. The student loans were
surmountable 900,000 dollars for 3 kids, almost 1 million dollar.
Jack worked 34 years put away 10% of his salary for kids. Jill did
the same. When the kids started colleges, those saving not even
enough for half of tuition for one year for one kid. NEU tuitions are
$60,000 per year. That amount times 7 year came to $420,000 for
Rocky and $420,000 for Monique, and $120,000 for Michelle. How
did Jack and Jill get the money to pay all of that: The Federal
Parent Plus Loan. The interest was high but it allowed starting
paying once the kid graduated 6-7.625% for 12 years.
When Rocky graduated in 2014, Jack and Jill refinanced his
loan put down $120,000 and he borrowed only $300,000. An amount
that he could pay by himself: $2,000 per month, in 20 years period.
He made 137,000/year as Pharmacist.
For Monique and Michelle $540,000 loan, Jack and Jill
refinanced put down $300,000. Monique borrowed only $200,000
and Michelle borrowed $40,000. They paid on their own.
This how it all got here; how other parents did it? YOU Buy
Education in America! Luckily for Jack and Jill, the kids were able
to pay, they got a good job; and the parents could HELP them.

Helping Kids Out

In 2015 Rocky bought a condominium 2 bed room, 1-1/2 bath
in Boston $354,000. Jack and Jill helped him out let him borrow
$100,000 to put down and only borrowed $254,000 for the mortgage;
since he had so many payments student loans a big factor
($2000/month for 20 years). In 2018 he refinanced his loan and paid
back $100,000; Jack and Jill used that fund to put down for the girls
loan. Rocky’s condo now worth $600,000. When he moved Jack
helped him coordinated all the moves. In 7 years at school he only
moved twice. When he bought new car, Jack help him to choose and
to bargain with the dealer.
In 2017 Michelle needed a car. Jack and Jill helped to buy
Honda Fit’2007. She moved 4 times in her living in Boston. Jack and
Jill helped paying for the move. Each time she moved Jack and Jill
helped with 1st and last down payment and security payment.
Monique is lucky, she doesn’t need much. Her boy friend a
classmate from Pharmacy school is a single child. His parent
provided a luxury apartment worth $800,000 in downtown New
York. They live there in harmony, both Pharmacists. She is still
driving Toyota Camry’2007 bought by Jack in 2015 for her. She
moved 3 times in her living in Boston 7 years. Again Jack and Jill
paid for the move. Each time she moved Jack and Jill helped with 1st
and last down payment and security payment.
 Chapter 9 – Life Goes On
Jack and Jill Empty Nest
In 2016 after the girl’s graduation, the house was empty. They
all left and moved out of the house. Monique had a sign posted on
her bed room wall, it says: “In three words I can sum up everything
I’ve learned about life: it goes on”. Jack found out it was Robert
Frost quote and it is true. Jack after 34 years of working for 4
companies: Sperry Univac, a computer company for 3 years,
Raytheon, a defense company for 20 years, an Intel Company, a
Chip Maker company for 1 year, and Nippon Electronic Company,
a chip design company for 10 years; he retired in 2009. Jill
continued working for Umass Memorial Medical Hospital for 24
years now. She got promoted from RN (Register Nurse) to Nurse
Practitioner (NP) after graduation in 2015 from University Of
Massachusetts Medical School. Jack and Jill spent a lot of time at
the beach house. In the summer they practically lived there.
Occasionally the kids joint them there. Jack always cooked a large
serve of lobsters. They called the occasion “lobsters fest”. In the
summer at Narragansett dock there were plenty of lobsters boats
came in and went out to the sea. The fishermen sold lobsters by the
head 2lbs to 4lbs $9 to $12 ahead. Jack baked and boiled the lobsters
along with clam baked and fresh oysters. They invited all their
friends each family at the time to join the lobster fest. The
Narragansett town beach was a beautiful beach ranking top 15 of
the New England beaches according to Boston CBS-WBZ television
news. Jack had friends all retired from the same work went fishing
from the shore: David and Charles. David was a skillful fisherman;
he always caught fishes black fish, and sculp. He then performed
sashimi with a touch of shot of Cognac Hennessey or Whisky. Jill
enjoyed kayaking with her nurse friends; and enjoyed biking along
the beach in the town. Occasionally Jack and Jill and the kids took
the fishing boat 4 hours trip out to the sea with 20 to 30 people. They
got into the fishing pool who ever caught the biggest fish winning the
pool money. Monique’s friend Jacky won the pool $120. Rocky’s
cousin, Davy won the pool too $150. Jack and Jill could not endure 8
hours boat trip – sea sick. The kids were fine no sea sick including
Michelle, they enjoyed fishing boat trip very much. Most fishes they
caught were flukes and flounders. Jack made fillet and freshly fried
with garlic and olive oil with salt and pepper.

Politics
Jack and Jill could not talk politics in the house with kids
present. Jack registered and voted Democrat in 1975. After working
4 years, during President Jimmy Carter, he changed his mind and
voted Republican for President Ronald Regan since. The kids voted
for Bernie Sander. Jack could not even watch FOX-News when
Michelle around; he had to switch the channel to sport. Some of
Jack and Jill friends voted Democrat, so they avoid talking politics
on their presence. Most of their friends were Republican, so they
could talk freely and had a blast with them.

Sports
Besides writing memoir, and a dream story, Jack has a passion
for sports. Luckily he lives in Massachusetts: The National Football
League, The New England Patriots (won 5 championships in their 8
trips to Super Bowl), The National Hockey League, The Boston
Bruin (won 6 Stanley Cups in its history), The National Basketball
League, the Boston Celtics (won 17 championships in its history),
The Major League Baseball, The Boston Red Sox (won 8 world
series championship in 27 years history). Once or twice a month on
Sunday, Jack and his retiree friends David and Charles went for
Chinese buffet, special on Sunday crab legs (stone crab deep fried
and Alaskan crab legs), oysters, craw fishes, and salmon baked and
spared ribs grilled then came home to Jack to watch sports
afterward. In addition to watching sports, Jack is doing chores
around the house and cooking for Jill. Jack never gets bored.
 Chapter 10 –About The Author
Soy Taing was born in the village of Phsar Loeu, county Bakan,
province Pursat, Cambodia. He has lived in the US for 43 years now.
He is now retired from Electronic, Electrical Engineer after working
for the 34 years at 4 Companies. He has studied at the following:
-Wat Veal Elementary school from 1955-1958
-Lolork Sar Middle School from 1959-1961
-Pursat High School from 1962-1967
-Sisowath High School in Phnom Penh 1968-1969
-University of Sciences in Phnom Penh 1970
-Military Academy in Cambodia 1970-1972
-Trained with US Green Beret in S. Vietnam 1972
-Military Academy War Politics 1974
-Military Academy Language School 1975
-US Military Technical School, Aberdeen Md 1975
-BS Electrical Engineer in US, Pennsylvania 1979
-MSEE in US, Massachusetts 1986
-Engineer Software C Programming, NEU Ma 1998

He had received rewards from School:

-President List 1976 at DCCC
-President List 1977 at DCCC
-Who is Among Who in America Junior Colleges 1977
-Outstanding Engineering Student 1976-77
-President List 1978 at Widener University
-President List 1979 at Widener University

He has worked at the following companies:

 -1st Lieutenant at the National of Defense, Cambodia 1970-1975
-Electrical Engineer Hardware and Test: Sperry Univac 1979-1982
-Sr. Electrical Engineer Hardware: Raytheon Company 1982-2000
-Sr. Electrical Engineer Hardware: Intel Corporation 2000-2001
-Sr. ASIC Design Engineer: NEC Electronics Corporation 2001-2009

The book that you are reading was the 19th book written
by Dad. The others are in Cambodian Languages translated
from English: the cell phone text messages (2), the Batman
Begin, the Spiderman, the Firm, The Adventure of Tom
Sawyer, Mom and Dad Story (2-English/Khmer), History
Cambodia (2), Where is Cambodia Democracy Today 2014?
(2), How the world leaders get overthrown (Arab Spring)? (2),
Taings Simple Cooking Book, Love…Is Not Meant To Be (2),
and The Hundred and One Dreamed Stories (2) .

The author, Dad, would like to express my gratitude to

my wife Reasmey (NP), my 3 children Raksa (PharmD),
Monica (PharmD), and Melissa (Professional Photographer)
for encouraging Dad to write.