Light of Prague

Quiet light...

Dwell by the antique road...

Of old shops and scary dolls...

As we walk past the quiet road,

Life of light, unconsciously...
ready to unfold...

1 clip of 2011

I bid 2010 with heavy explosion of firework that started in Prague at 7pm..no kidding the people over there play with fireworks in the middle of the street...but the real fireworks seen from Charles Bridge that was fueled with people and their spirit is simply impressive.

Pieces of the fireworks view were capture in my mind together with the people, singing and welcoming 2011...

Ohh 2010..u are gone...I'm in the other side of the world...a place my mind would never have perceived back then..how small we are in this big universe...

fighter...of the other dimension

10 things about 2010

1. It creeps in like an angel in disguise.making me unaware of the future it gonna unfold
2. Life feel at a stagnant yet super comfy stage...I'm happy...
3. Laissez-faire'..that was me in half part of it...almost drown and lost in between dream and reality..literally..
4. Given a dream of opportunity or sometimes I think the universe is getting tired of the lazy me, so it forces me to stand and straight away go for a fight...
5. It was a crucial battle of decision, getting desperate, but realizing how much I'm blessed with family, friends and people that have faith in me more than I did for myself. Everyday I saw the earth, my pray goes to them deeply...for I know I couldn't ever repay 'kindness and love'.
6. Relive my life in 14 days, from school like motivation camp, to the place where I got my degree, and getting super sick and taking care by mommy like a baby.
7. Leaving....
8. New World..New Order...it did take quite sometimes too adjust after 26 years being inside such a comfort zone and to have that bubble burst...was quite a slap of change.
   
9. Well what's life if we did not have to make it better! But my cooking skill still did not develop any better though...*sigh
10. Excited, scared, exhilarating, experimenting...life to be continue...

as good as its get...

Finished a book, and realize how scary and brutal religious extremist can be. I'm not someone who can be called religious , but I was brought up within an Islamic surrounding. Combine with a mixtures of different people and cultures around me.

the Islam that I know in my country, somewhat more open, more subtle . Ya, there's have some restriction here and there, especially on the boy and girls, the alcohol and I wonder what else is there. Its funny that once you are away from the place that you love, you can only remember the good things that they can offer.

Nevertheless, what struck me the most is the beauty of the community (I'm disregarding the government here because I think they hardly have a good argument upon their decision, the uproar about Kartika, the girls who consume alcohol in public was chaotic and confusing for something that is called law which supposed to upheld justice). Although is not a totally free country like the West, they have boundaries yet it did not consume and take control over the life of everybody.

Somehow this remind me back to my own parent. Growing up I was always being concern by mama, who was keen on our religious belief. While ayah can be quite open and loose about the matter. He often accept our action together with a valid argument. For me, I could never ask for a better combination than this. I'm controlled yet still can be creative about it.

As someone who is born and raise in such community, I realize how different life is for a girl in another country with an extreme community. Where their genitals are being circumcised and sewn shut to keep them pure, predetermined future husband, they are not allowed to drive, even to sent their sick child to the hospital. Some even being killed and burned for the honor of their family.

I'm thankful that up until now, this were stories that I read, not the one that I live.

Nevertheless, that was real, tears and blood drip on the hand of extremist. Personally, I believe at one point people have to compromise, relent and tolerate. Partly it does happen in Malaysia, though that was far from perfect, that is as good as its get, for the time being....