Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Phnom Penh Independence Monument

Independence, of course, means freedom. Being free is so powerful; either it goes terribly wrong in the wrong hands or it changes anything in hand for the good. The ability of doing whatever it is that we want, as we all know, our species likes it very much.
Freedom, I can see a squirrel, running and jumping and hopping and bouncing throughout the big wide rain forest full of Pine trees, from one branch to another, from one tree to another, with no restrictions, unconquered, free-spirited.

What could the squirrel do? Would she live peacefully or will something bad happen? Who knows if she's going to steal some seeds and cones collected and hidden in the soil or under logs and leaves in caches by other squirrels?

And who knows if she's just going to help the others pick the seeds and cones of Pine trees, help find cavities in Pine trees and help find homes for others and help make a community?

Both possible? Yes.

Just like the squirrel who has to balance running up and down and from tree to tree using her long tails and prevent herself from falling off and getting injured, independence has to be kept a close eye on to prevent the bad and encourage the good.


Countless possibilities, the two-faced Independence; problems occurred by the carelessness of handling it, its power is capable to either destroy or improve.

Let’s make it worth it, we all are worth it.
A laptop, a smartphone, and maybe a tablet by the side, considered being both necessary and unnecessary, to reach out to the world, get to know what's going on out there, staying in closed doesn't help at all, and it never will. Why only Facebook? I'm not saying it's bad, I'm using it as well, but posting that you're sick or you've just come back from somewhere, like who cares about that, they can't help, all they do is to like the post just because it’s from you and that you like theirs too, and that's it. Would you mind asking yourself that is it worth it to scroll the News Feed for hours and hours? Well, I used to do it, but that's until I realized that it's totally useless, time wasted, ain't nothing to get from it. How about reading solid books on the mowed lawn in the backyard with sunlight splashing hot but a sweet-sour lemonade plus ice to cool it down? Looks like a very good idea  me; as you see folks, we nowadays go to shopping malls, do a bit of bowling, movies, make rounds of all the floors, ice skate a bit; well, it' would've been acceptable if it wasn't for a friend of mine that goes to the Aeon Mall five days straight, you know what she said? "dude, I had nothing better to do.", she spent total of two and a half days out of her five days of life in a shopping mall, how questionable is that?
Life is outside, it's a door, open it, get out there, take some fresh air and keep some in your pockets, we have got an awesome life to live.
Sports, the best way to push away all the enclosures that are stuck inside our big fat brains, and we should not use our brains as a warehouse for what we call stress but it’s just we getting tangled between what everyone is doing and we should follow and what everyone will think and how everyone will not like it. We should use our brain as much as a factory to produce actions that will make this life one of the best products one could have.

Let us get soaked by the chemicals that are in our systems, because I know we don't like to sweat, it smells, we say. From skateboarding on the streets, reading a solid book at an open park, to wearing cool mask doing graffiti and filling an empty lifeless wall with life, and what else we cannot do.

We got to interact with people from all countries, talk to them about how life is out there for them, English, the international language, the ASEAN thingy, that's here already, let’s run this show with the best of the strobe lights we can make, get high, get awesome, get adventurous; life is calling, lets open the doors, the world is outside the door.
We as squirrels, jumping from one tree of life to a higher tree of life, let’s go higher and higher, never to fall back, never to stop, we should only aim higher and stay humble, set a point and no matter what it takes, let’s just go for it; ain't nobody got the guts to stop us, let’s fly from one branch to another, one branch at a time, let our independence be the propellant we need, let’s use it well, bring pride home, and never to think that we have done enough; let’s explore deeper, be braver, and get the most out of everything.

 “Movement in new direction helps find new cheese.”
― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?


It's not just a monument, it's the symbol of the Khmer Spirit, representing all Cambodians, young and old, to what is coming next, we'll fight for it. Like I already mentioned, it's ASEAN, guys! Let us stage what Cambodian lads hold in the heart, the spirit of not giving up.
A lotus-shaped stupa it is, A stupa (from Sanskrit: m., स्तूप, stūpa, Tibetan མཆོད་རྟེན་ chöten, Sinhalese: දාගැබ, Pāli: थुप "thūpa", literally meaning "heap") is a mound-like or hemispherical structure containing Buddhist relics, typically the ashes of Buddhist monks, used by Buddhists as a place of meditation; Wikipedia helps!
The Independent Monument, symbolizes the independence from France on November 9, 1953, taken back by our one and only, King Norodom Sihanouk, designed by our awesome architect, Vann Molyvann, who also designed our Olympic Stadium; the Norodom boulevard and Sihanouk boulevard intersecting at it, running pass through, making it a grand sight impossible to miss.


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