Merry Covidmas!

 

It has been a while...

And this year is special! A covid year where i‘m under SELF-quarantine in a tiny apartment at the heart of the city. 

Hey, i‘m still alive and standing! Tomorrow will be better ahead, if i wish so,

境由心生。。。Well, life moves on... 

Agape...

I'm in love with an angel...???

The road ahead...

if the road is straight

if the scene along is beautiful

the road ahead is fearless

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Yet not all roads are straight

not all scenes are beautiful

the road ahead is still hopeful

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With hope the road ahead is as beautiful...

Above the cloud...

Went to see the cloud, above actually.

No fairies found but fond memories.

I sworn not to do it again up there, but changed my mind when i'm down.

I guess a bit of physical torture is good for health.

Self...

photo courtesy of A.pow

A friend told me yesterday,


"You are confident about your capability, but not yourself,"
"Do u know who u really are?"


A good question and a tough one too.

Beacon of hopes...

The 2 bukits had made us proud, signaling the beacon of hopes...

A place called home...

di mana,
terikan matahari menyemai,

bayu timur laut menyuburi,
rintisan monsun menuai,

di sini,
tanah tumpahnya darahku...

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This is a beatiful country with beatiful people.

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Just as the diverse flora & fauna, its the pluralism of culture & people that makes this place beautiful.

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I'm born, bred and going to die here.

Hence, for selfish reason, i want to see the beauty of this land blossoms.

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Yes, there are people who might not reliased this and many are fooled to propagate on communal divergences. But we all could make a difference...

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I hope we could bring our hands together to plough on this land and make it a place called HOME.

Naung

Went for a hike at Gunung Nuang, first time even stepped foot in Ulu Langat.

Nice serene rural setting with clear water streams run by.

Amples of waterfalls, camp sites & picnic areas.

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We didnt make it to the top and I was limping out in pain, yet the hike was great.

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I realised there's much to explore in our own home ground and i've done so little.

Is time to check out the hidden treasures of our land before my knee gelatin's running out!

Master...

Midmost Point @ K1888

At the fringe of TTDI, amidst the simple woodshed of Kampung Sungai Penchala, lives a master sculptor. An artist originated from Java, travelled and lived abroad most of his life. Whom's works are being collected all over the world, including Rockefella Centre.

Is an honour for me to meet Pak Ahmad, a kind humble old man. When we first met, we all eagered to find out the meaning/concept behind the sculpture he's working on, hoping for some deep, semiotical, metaphysical, cosmo related sort of explainations. And he smiled and said,

"...Form... kalau mata pandang, hati senang, itulah..."

Just that, no complicated jargons or cliches.

Simple yet profound.

Water...

I growed up in a small town framed by a river and endless beach shores.

I used to go to the beach by day and the river by night.

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To listen...

To enjoy the tender caressing breeze...

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Everytime i go back to my home town,

i'll sneak out to catch a breath by the sea or the river

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To clear the mind...

To sooth the soul...

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Is the only place that i can let the worldly muddled thoughts behind,

and enjoy being myself.

A friend told me lately, i belong to the "water" class.

and its BIG WATER, based on my birth date, explained thru the school of "Five Elements"

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That tells why i enjoy the company of water body and it some how resonates with my inner vibe.

Just that, in my context, water doesn't mean "money"...