<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:35:43.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamroun's Writing Class Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-2510076462162047374</id><published>2009-04-09T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:25:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Class</title><content type='html'>I started another blog for my &lt;a href="http://chamrounphoto.blogspot.com"&gt;photography class&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-2510076462162047374?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/2510076462162047374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/04/photography-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/2510076462162047374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/2510076462162047374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/04/photography-class.html' title='Photography Class'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-3110774536928150009</id><published>2009-03-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:38:16.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SccIa9_U3AI/AAAAAAAAACE/5deTQXdCTmA/s1600-h/chamroun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SccIa9_U3AI/AAAAAAAAACE/5deTQXdCTmA/s320/chamroun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316227144543951874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to france and i want to see people in france.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a walk in france. and I want to go with teacher tess, teacher smey, teacherpheap, teacher rine and my family also. and I want to sleep with tess and I want and my family live in france along time and I want tess ,smrey, arin I them to do my sister and I want them to do my mum daughter and I want live and eat sleep with my family and we all go to france together. I want eat bread and cheese and chocolate and soup and pizza and humberger and drink all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="URL"&gt;FROM CHAMROUN LOVE ALLYOU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-3110774536928150009?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/3110774536928150009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-go-to-france-and-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/3110774536928150009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/3110774536928150009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-go-to-france-and-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SccIa9_U3AI/AAAAAAAAACE/5deTQXdCTmA/s72-c/chamroun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-4223767650894647498</id><published>2009-03-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:45:54.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My name is Chamroun I want to talk about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow I wish my family good luck good health and success in my family life.  I wish get a wish from my family and friend and Sokmao also. Because sokmao never give a wish for me . sokmao is my friend too. when my birthday  but all my friend give a wish for me. and I want a ring and a necklace and I wish my sponsor looks at my blog and she write Email to me for my birthday. If it true it will good for me. If my sponsor cannot wrote something for my birthday I thing she not remember my birthday . I want her  come when my birthday .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-4223767650894647498?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/4223767650894647498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/4223767650894647498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/4223767650894647498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-339877864510751211</id><published>2009-02-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:38:13.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>One upon a time a rich girl she name kimaka .she is not beautiful girl she no have mother and father.But she have  one servant name sola  .  she live in the castle with Kimaka.at in front of the door have alot of doll and rose because she like and also love doll and rose when at the valentine's she wait for some  boy that give her a rose but no one give her because she is not beautiful girl when she saw her face she cry and sad . But she is very rich girl than Kimaka doesn't eat rice 5 day she only live in the room .than sola worry  about the healthy of Kimaka .than one day sola she heard the sound of the Kamaka than sola go to push the door that Kamaka faing . that have the old gradmother she said ''I can make Kimaka face is more  beautiful than the world '' and than sola late the grandmother go in . the room of kimaka than grandmother siad to sola that can you go out from Kimaka room? than sola siad yes yes I can go . than the grandmother can make the face of Kimaka face more beautiful than the world .than Kimaka wake up than she said What are you doing in my room? than the grandmother siad Kimaka you can look in the mirror. than kimaka very happy that she saw her  face is very beautiful. than Kimaka thank you to grandmother.than Kimaka ask to grandmother that "what is your name ?" than grandmother said "my name is granny" .nice to met you granny.Kimaka ask granny  Did you  have son or daughter   than granny said "I doen't have son or daughter" than Kimaka said "do you have house ?" than the granny said "I doen't house to". than Kimaka live with granny 1 month than se saw ganny is a good person than Kimaka  said can do my mother because no have mother or father I just have only servent she name sola .than granny  cry . why you cry Kimaka said .than granny said because I am very surprise  that have a beautiful  daughter . than  it is  Valentine  day than Kimaka  sit at in front of the door  than she saw a handsome man  that carry a lot  of rose it is 102 .than the man give to Kimaka .than Kimaka ask what is your name ? the handsome man said My name is kitting .why are you give me 102 rose ? because I'm love you said kitting  than kitting said can you marry with me ?than Kimaka is said yes I  will marry you . than  kitting very hapy and he yell very strong .than kimaka laughs .than they marry.rthan they live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing by chamroun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-339877864510751211?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/339877864510751211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-gail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/339877864510751211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/339877864510751211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-gail.html' title='Beautiful girl'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-8059921080564578826</id><published>2009-02-16T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:48:58.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pchumben Holiday</title><content type='html'>During Pchumben I go to my home in Phnom Penh because I miss my mother, father, sister, grandmother.  When I go to my home I go to pagoda to take the rice and food for someone who died like my grandmother and grandfather they died in the Khmer Rouge.  I hate Khmer Rouge because they know about how to study and how to make the people healthy but then Khmer Rouge killed them.  Now I want to talk about Pchumben again and continue.  And then I come back from pagoda I eat rice and I drink coca cola and I sleep at afternoon adn eening I go for a walk it so happy and I see a lot of people and a lot of moto, cars, and I came back.  I sleep and then at the morning I help my mom selling something like drink, cake, noodle.  Something for makeup and my cousins come and visit my mother.  I and my sister play with my brother cousins it is very happy.  My mother buy clothes for me and shoe and also buy for my sister too.  When I go back from market I drink a water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byby writing from Chamroun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-8059921080564578826?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/8059921080564578826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/pchumben-holiday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/8059921080564578826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/8059921080564578826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/pchumben-holiday.html' title='Pchumben Holiday'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-6372279529216109834</id><published>2009-02-03T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:21:55.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to Angkor with my friend and mum.  I went to Bakai and Ankor Tom also when I want to Bakai I video my friend and teacher.  I saw an elephant and sunrise and sunset it had red color.  I saw a lot of foreigner and I talked with a foreigner.  I came back from Bakai, Angkor Thom, and Angkor.  In the morning I learned yoga with Heidi.  She is a fun teacher and we learned a dog and lizard, and then I came back and went to Tess's house and I bought a cake and then I ate it with Tess and Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-6372279529216109834?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/6372279529216109834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/6372279529216109834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/6372279529216109834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931017108188318050.post-7895327070856847994</id><published>2009-01-26T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:03:29.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story About Poor People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a poor girl called Chamroun.  One day she go to market to sell her cow.  The next day she had to go to school and be taught writting by Sophie.  Sophie said, "Don't worry, if you don't have money I will not take your money!"  Chamroun then said to Sophie, "Thank you for helping me."  The next night Chamroun's mother was ill which made her late for school.  Some people said she was late because she was lazy.  However, her teachers knew her mother was ill and gave her ten dollars to help poor mother.  Chamroun used the money to buy medicine and fruit for her mother which made her better.  Then Chamroun had another and because she did so well all his friends wanted to be like her.  All of Chamroun's friends give her money which money made her rich and she grew up in to a rich businesswoman.  Chamroun then got a nice boyfriend called Sophal.  Later, they got married.  Chamroun and Sophal's wedding was a big party.  Chamroun invited all her poor friends because they had helped her become so rich.  All of her poor friends were very happy for Chamroun.  But Chamroun forgot invite her teachers!  This made the teacher feel sad.  One of Chamroun's friends called the teacher and asked them to come, this them very happy.  Chamroun and Sophal got lots of money as presents from their guests.  They gave all the money to poor people.  The poor people used the money to buy cows which they could milk and then sell the milk to get more money.  They sold the milk at a small market where they knew a lot of people.  The poor people started to make ice cream with the milk.  They made chocolate, banana, and pineapple ice cream of all the fruit.  Chocolate and banana were people's favorite ice cream.  The poor people became rich from making ice cream.  They decided to open an ice cream shop, they called the shop Chamroun's Shop because she had helped them to become rich.  Chamroun and Sophal are in the shop a lot and everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931017108188318050-7895327070856847994?l=chamroun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/feeds/7895327070856847994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/7895327070856847994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931017108188318050/posts/default/7895327070856847994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamroun.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-people.html' title='A Story About Poor People'/><author><name>Chamroun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812597268627301658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kn2bYcg7pZ0/SYk-Wy2IqFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QkaD36BeMFk/S220/Chamroun-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
