Archive for December, 2007

Mac and Book in Phnom Penh

Monday, December 10th, 2007

A growing number of cafe in town is surprising. And no wonder, one can get free wi-fi at some of those places, where you can find many young computer enthusiasts surfing the Web [to read the world] with their MacBook. These local Internet users can be categorized as high class users, those who are both materialistic and more personalized when it comes to computing and Internet access. Before long, they have to visit Web cafe, using served computer desktops, mostly secondhand, imported from country like Japan and the United States. Today some of them, these high class people prefer to have new machine, something cool.

MacBook user in Phnom Penh
Apple’s MacBook user in Phnom Penh, Cambodia
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Man’s maturity

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

So hunger for knowledge, and of course, for new challenges. I’m readily determined to battle all struggle in my road ahead. A couple of remarkable things have been happened in the past months in my age of 25 that I think it’s what I have to take with me to move on.

Several months ago I came across this piece of theory that I have to read it again and again. It’s, as part of information about Japan’s Waseda University, about why it means so much when you reach the age of 25. Japanese scholar and government leader Shigenobu Okuma has the ‘125 years of life’ theory:

“The lifespan of a human being can be as long as 125 years. He will be able to live out his natural lifespan as long as he takes proper care of his health”. The logic behind this is: “Physiologists say that every animal has the ability to live 5 times as long as its growth period. Since a man is said to require about 25 years to become fully mature, it follows that he can live up to 125 years of age.”

Fully mature?
How do I define this? It’s tough, though, to claim oneself a mature man. But this theory seems to imply something that I find it quite amusing. I’ve never questioned myself since when I’ve grown my own maturity to live a sophisticated life. Well, I’m not crying, but I’m craving.