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I Heart Flyers and Brochures

On a recent sojourn to North America, I collected more flyers and brochures than souvenirs. I can't keep them all -- already too much clutter in my little lungga, so for posterity I'll post them here in random order. If anybody wants to adopt a flyer or save a few from the garbage bin (the paper-designated garbage bin, to be precise, my dear Thompson), just say the word and it's yours.


I wanted my own copy of this film sooo bad because it sounded like such a good story (and a soundrack by Youssou N'Dour!), but my budget was running low so I settled for the postcard.
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Four-eyed-missy said…
Hi... I landed here while following links from Toe's Kurokuroatbp. blog. I once saw at the Alliance Francaise in Phnom Penh and it is such a good story. I have a Khmer friend who has a copy of this film. Now this reminds me I need to ask him for a copy :)

Sreisaat Adventures
9 February 2009 at 10:16
Babeth Lolarga said…
I collect flyers and postcards, too. I have this project in my personal back-burner of doing a mammoth collage of my collected stuff. Sure, I can adopt a few pieces. Thanks in advance.
9 February 2009 at 12:02
padma said…
Sriesaat, thank you for dropping by and leaving a note. Wish I could see the film too.

Babeth, will gladly set some flyers and postcards aside for you!
10 February 2009 at 19:09
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