The ride to the palace was a bit awkward, we stopped by a launder, my teacher got to drop his laundry, I can bet anytime that he's the (emphasise the “the” please) lousy guy. I wanted to look Ferang and so... TUK TUK!
The teacher woke up late, came late with his white T-shirt and a pair of shorts worth 5 bucks ( I would bet again) with lots of pockets. Me? Hoody in the Phnom Penh Weather, it even has got a hole in it, my latest Crocs, was feeling quite cool and weird. I wasn’t sure though if we were there to see the King or else.
One of the old players AKA guides, Khmer of course, called out, in very fluent English, informed me where the Entrance was, we were trying to get in through the Exit, classic mix-up! I replied in Khmer, he was shocked and I felt like he said something like “…but you are playing a Ferang today!”.
Through the ticket counter, $0.5 for me, $6.5 for the teacher (he aint Khmer), from the entrance after the entrance was impressive, well, it's The Royal Palace, it's meant to be an amusemento of its kind, I pananorma-ed the entire length of the palace campus right then and there. I appreciate the Apple.
The buildings were old fashioned, crooked in some ways, but without any doubt the most proud possession of my motherland. To those who built it, this shall and indeed is what immortality looks like. The design, a dude made this up? How? Well, Khmers are awesome.
We were asked to move to the other side of the Palace campus, He was on his way out, what a timing, I thought, positively, but I didn't even get a chance to catch up(as if he’s on my fb) hahaha!...must be my crocs and the hoody!
Crowded as it was, all wanderred around like a group of paparazzi, what if the King stopped by and said hello? Unbelievably impossibly crazy! Kings won't do that, would they? I'd just hope it'll happen someday, where we can have tea with him, show our love towards the boss of the Kingdom of Wonder. what if we could chat with him on Facebook or Skype!
Thinking back of my childhood, well, I'm still in it, comparing it to the King's childhood, I wonder what he was like, of course he's human, he has a life, he probably had less fun than us (a bit of sarcasm here), but I bet his childhood was also awesome in so many other ways, this is how this farmville AKA life works. Meeting him someday would be like "Woh!" I don't even know how to imagine it, it won't be put as an “honor" but as a gift, it might change life, chatting with him, listening to him, drinking tea with him and understand the way he lives his life, the way he sees us, the way he feels as a human who lives in a palace.
As a younger citizen, I have to suggest some new paintings on some of the buildings, then everything will be MAGNIFICIENTOOOO...
I’m not good at pointing out things but things that affect my heart even as a kid, the education programming, teachers not getting enough salary, floody and crooky environment, they have to be fixed. For the country itself, for our future, for our generation, I know we will someday rise at the top of the leaderboard.
I’m not good at suggestions but a movie-session routine, not just for the young ones, but for everyone involved, showcasing our awesome culture and tradition, amazing history that we must carry on for all the Khmer generations this earth would hold.
Currently at the same spot as the Central Market, this place is no cool for younger citizens of the Kingdom, I have to admit that I do feel the same, but "HOPE"-"FULLY" that it might change, it can change, it should change.
Let's move to “The Business Today” magazine mode, revenue from the visitors, can't assume how much we get, but still, I don't think it's small. People are suffering from almost everything everywhere, the money might at least be a part of the help, this year Kunthea Bopha Hospital, next year the orphanage, keep the list going, and people might live, not survive.
Let all those international events be as they are, no sweat, they'll keep coming, but we have to move fast and think fast and act fast in order to keep our culture posted so high that even someone at the top of the Mt. Everest would wish if he or she could see us, the only Kingdom of Wonder of the World.
To make a royal palace worth fighting for, dying for, living for and celebrating for, anyone that has access to the blueprint must have to figure something out.
With the best of my Khmer Pride, may I ask,
“What should and could we as the citizens of this Kingdom of Wonder do to make this Palace the Palace of the world?”
It was just me and my flying pigs
again. Royal and Palace, these are two super executive words, the Italian marbles (with Simpsons on them…may be), a revolving bed (may be.. full of Plushies), best of the best cars(Transformers…may be), tuxedos( I would wear them with my Chucks…may be) and I think I should stop here. Folks... humour me! I just turned 14.
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