We make Trash.

We make what we like from them. 

Call me crazy if I happen to find the trash as the origin of what we have in our hands. Call me unreal if I believe that we have failed to understand what is to trash and what is to preserve.

There is no age limit in making trash, everyone makes trash, starting from babies and the diapers they wear. We, teenagers are probably the ones who make the most trash out of everything, everywhere, some get two smartphones instead of one because he or she will look rich and kool, go shopping every week, changes clothes in the wardrobe because wearing it once makes it so old, can’t be worn again; all these unnecessary stuffs that some of the teens do are irritating in a way and also contains so much stupidity. The moment they bought it, it’d already become trash, sooner or later. It’s not just the elders who make trash, we can say that all humans do, and we cannot not deny that, it is a fact, and we can see it.

Trash has somehow got stuck as a part of everyone’s life, no matter wherever you go, whatever place you live in, rich or poor, neat or dirty, we all do make trash. From school to jail to plane to The White House to Angkor Wat, we all have trash bins, because we human cannot live without making trash, and we cannot blame anyone for that, it’s feels and looks like trash was meant to be with us until we die, then we ourselves will become trash. By how do a 14 years old kid like me say trash is always with us? Well, let’s open our laptop and find out, even technology has a trash bin, you delete it means you throw it away, you recover it means you recycle it, but there’s one difference about real life and the virtual world, it’s that when you permanently delete something for the system, it sure will vanish, but not real life, plastic can’t be deleted permanently, it will if we want to wait a millennium for a plastic bottle to be DELETED permanently. We cannot blame anyone for making trash, no one invented “The process of making trash.”, and it will not go anywhere, the only thing we can do is to reduce, I know there’s a quote that says “To prevent is better than to cure”, but in this case it is impossible to prevent, why? because I didn’t invent it, you didn’t, and God has no idea either. Unless in year 2050 or sooner, a group of mad scientists would successfully invent a potion which when you drip one drop to the trash and it will all vanish, which doesn’t make any sense to me unless it really happens.

Let’s be smart and reduce the consumption of anything that can pollute our Earth, we have 195 countries in this world, we do live differently, but one thing in common that we all do have and need is Earth, and there’s only one of its kind.

Khmer and United

The differences we have; by profession, by the name of our hometowns, by how much we get visited by people of other countries, by the resources our hometowns produce, by geography, by economy, by development, by progress, by education, and by everything else; however it is, we all know deep down in our hearts, we are the one and only Kingdom of Wonder.

We are the Khmer.

No matter what, how and why we are, as a nation, I know, you know, we all know; we are united, we are one, we are the Khmer.

A flag, an uniform for the entire country, we wear that pride, quality and excellence, we are Khmer, whether we wear it directly or indirectly, we unite as one. The only purpose I created this project was to prove that without flags, we have no colors to represent.

The National flag of Cambodia was adopted in 1948 and was readopted in 1993, whomever had designed it, I would like to thank you so much, as there is only two of its kind in the world, and we’re one of them; the meaning as well, these ain’t just colors, these aren’t just the “Roses are red, Violets are blue, and Angkor is white” kind of colors, but instead, it has the meaning as deep as the depth of the Pacific Ocean. Angkor Wat is the soul of the whole nation, we call it the box of souls, the integrity, justice, and Angkor Wat itself as one of the world’s most amazeball heritages. Blue means liberty, the freedom King Norodom fought for us, the sweat and blood, the passion that kept him alive every single moment, the spirit of a pure Khmer, and we shall pay as much tribute as we can; even if he has passed away, there will be a place in our hearts for him, as always, Our Almighty King Norodom Sihanouk. Red, the people, the bravery they have, the wars that we had, and somehow we Khmers have been brave enough to go through it, and Life went on, it’s as simple as that, because we are Khmer and United.

In my very honest opinion, I don’t think teenagers nowadays know or understand much about their own country, unless there’s someone behind pushing them and poking them, that’s how ignorant I was; but after some explanations on how important it is to know what on earth our own country, Cambodia is, I’ve finally started learning and researching about it, instead of knowing that there’s a Big Ben in London, a Whitehouse in Washington D.C., and a very big casino in Las Vegas, we should be turning our attention towards our country first, what do we have here in Cambodia? Any kool amazeball places? Why do Farang (foreigners) like it here? If it wasn’t for scrolling Facebook all day long, wouldn’t we know that our magnificiento Angkor Wat ranked first among Top 25 landmarks, surpassing Machu Pichu, Taj Mahal, The Effiel Tower, and many more? Would we know how big our country is if the teacher did not force us to research for it? Would we even think of doing it? I do not think so.

The League of Mona Lisa

The look always has been the first when it comes to women, with honest regards. its a reaction created by the society. It is the same society that created another category of women, the ones who makes a living. All the women are homemakers, and my love and respect go out to all and more to these ladies for they represent the very true undying never ending spirit of us, humans; a big heart that sacrifices without any sweat, shoulders that labor through everyday, faces that bargain every bit for every dime to make sure they go back home pocket full enough to send the kids to school and keep the roof from leaking and the room cold enough to sleep; if they were to assemble and compile a CV, there won't be much of a reason to deny the "APPROVED" stamp.

Mothers, the best of the many forms women take up in our lives, we, the sons and the daughters usually tend to consider them lesser than they are, we call for them when we need but we prefer not to look for them when we are with others, we tend to crave for others more than her company.

All of the mothers have done all of it for us when we were younger and they don’t plan to stop anywhere. But, as we grow up, we mostly want her to leave us alone, in most of the times of every day. We even feel as if she is disturbing and not kool and this and that. On the other hand, all she cares about is us. For all the things we need, clothes, pocket money, and all the others, we refer to her and the moment we get them all, we don’t refer to her any further. We hide things from her, choose not to share our days and thoughts and feelings as we grow up.

This doesn’t mean we all don’t care for our mothers in general. But, most of the times, it seems like, we don’t let her know as much as she needs to that we care for her as much as she cares for us, that we appreciate all that she has done and that we know how much she is worth in our lives; buying gifts and wishing her all the love and happiness and taking a photo with her only on Mothers day is the proof.