... that there can be beauty in ugliness. Because I have seen two spectrums of life. One that is greedy; the other a life of simplicity and contentment. And where there is contentment, there is much beauty. A government can govern peace, but at the same time, it has the power to draw animosity within its people. Corruption is probably the #1 devastation of any country e.g. Africa, India, Mexico, Indonesia. The People suffer from the Governments' failure to recognise justice. Too many hands in, and nothing out. There is a fine line in balance. But this one weighs over the top.
... that there are friendly enemies. You can't always trust the person who shakes your hand with a smile. Because you never know what they're thinking. So unless you're a mind reader, congratulations. But there were many times, the people who seemed friendliest were people who were gave us a hard time. In Jogya, that 'nice' becak driver, who we turned down quite politely, gave us directions to Kraton, only to realise after walking in the wrong direction for 10 minutes, it was the wrong way. And that chirpy local man we met told us that there was a 'last-day batik school exhibition' on this-and-that street only to find out that it was a scam to buy batik. It could have been worst, but always trust your gut instincts. If it's gutting you, do yourself a favor by walking away.
... that sometimes you just have to let go. Alright, this conflicts everything to what I'd just said but the best way to live is often in risk-taking. If we hadn't taken that risk to follow Supriyanto on his impromptu guided tour of the Water Palace in Jogya, we wouldn't have discovered an amazing ancient world. You think we're great because we have modern day technology. Ha! You won't think so after you've seen how they'd built this incredible but crumbled city. The power of dreams people. But back to what I was saying; funny thing, trust. It's almost a risk-investment. Sometimes it gives you great returns, sometimes it nips you in the arse.
... that there is love in hate. Ironically, without love there is no hate. And more often that not, we end up hurting the ones we love most. I've seen how much Indonesians love their country and how much they truly want to preserve her magnificence. Unfortunately oppression breeds confusion in small minds creating anger and grieve. Greedy politicians give people more reason to hate than to love their own land.
... that when you have no choice, you make many choices. This came from our Prambanan guide, Eddy. Good man this. Many Indonesians are forced to work at a young age neglecting the opportunity of education. Eddy is probably one of them. He's now 35 and have been in the business for more than 15. If he's one of the statistics, he's done pretty damn good for himself as he'd taken the effort to learn other languages like Spanish, German, French and Italian. You'll find a good laugh or more with this guy. If you ever go to Prambanan, look him up. And give him a good tip.
... that you're not always hungry even if you're starving. Jogya have 70 odd universities yet more than 50% of Indonesians do not have advance education. I got mixed replies on the cost of education here. Pak Yanto (our driver) said it was 15 million rupiah (approximately RM60 000) for the first year alone. Sony (er... another driver) said it cost much less. So really, there's not much to be based here. If the latter was true however, then it goes to say that beggars can indeed choose. Education is the main key to unlock the chain of poverty. Lost decisions are lost opportunities.
... that God is one, God is Many, God becomes one again. This coming from Eddy again. My definition of this is a slightly different from his. Based from my conversations with our many guides in Jogya, I've come to realise that Indonesia is really pretty religion-tolerant. In Jogyajakarta, there are two main monuments of religions - the Borobudur (Buddhist) and Prambanan (Hindu) - living among 85% of Muslims. There is only one God. There are many beliefs. But one day, the whole crazy world will understand that it's all really the same thing. One God. One Love. One World. One odd screwball with oddball idealism does not make the whole country screwd up. Generalisation is born from ignorance.
At the end of the day, it is still our ability to respond to choices we make in every day life. We are not destined to be. We all have the freedom to make choices from our environment no matter how down-trodden we are. Be aware.
[Note: The lessons I have gathered while I was in Indo are based on my own perception. As much as I believe in the freedom to express opinions, there is still much I have yet to see and understand about the socio-political arena of Indonesia. Hence, fiction is not fact. And often case, fact is sometimes fiction. Question. Do not always believe.]
[Thanks! Pictures courtesy of Carrie L]
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
(Almost) Lost But Not Forgotten
"Until you try, you don't know what you can't do."
"Seek always for the answer within. Be not influenced by those around you by their thoughts or their words."
"For better it is to dare mighty things to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor souls spirits who neither enjoy or suffer much because they live in the grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
Theo Roosevelt
"Do what you feel in your heart is right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and you'll be damned if you don't."
"Youth and age are not dates in time, but state of mind. Our duty is not to add years to our lives but to add life to our years.
(Compiled by a 16-year-old Mable; Found in a long-forgotten drawer; Immortalized on 25.03.06)
"Seek always for the answer within. Be not influenced by those around you by their thoughts or their words."
"For better it is to dare mighty things to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor souls spirits who neither enjoy or suffer much because they live in the grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
Theo Roosevelt
"Do what you feel in your heart is right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and you'll be damned if you don't."
"Youth and age are not dates in time, but state of mind. Our duty is not to add years to our lives but to add life to our years.
(Compiled by a 16-year-old Mable; Found in a long-forgotten drawer; Immortalized on 25.03.06)
Mooti Montage
Pictures taken in Malioboro, Merapi, Kraton. Jogya is a melting pot of religion, spirituality, culture and tourists. Equipped with both modern and ancient world, it is a fascinating city that is sure to leave you spellbound. Jogyajakarta is Magic!
Jogyajakarta, Indonesia, 2006 March
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Celebrate Death
Ever wonder why people celebrate more of Life than Death when the former gives you more anguish and distress than the latter? I'd suppose it's a terrifying thought knowing that Death is The Unknown. At least in Life, there'll always be tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow; so much still to do, so much more still to see. While Death is a Full Stop. No question asked.
I've always been curious about Death. I don't want to dance or flirt with it, but at the back of my mind I think, surely, there is something else besides a light at the end of the tunnel. Which is probably why I got involve in a death project.
A friend of mine, who I first met at a brief emcee gig and then later wrote about in a magazine, is a pyschologist. She was the one who pulled me in this very intriguing mission. The objective was to raise funds for a sweet graying couple who have the best intention in giving people a beautiful death. You see, death is an important journey in the Buddhist context. The more peaceful in your dying moments, the better your chances are with your raffle ticket to an enriching rebirth.
The elderly couple started out selling pre-plan funeral programmes. Pay a small fee in your livin' and kickin' days, and you get to choose the songs for your funeral, how you'd want the party to be, what kind of food to have. OK, maybe not so much the food. But you get the flow.
I may have been brainwashed but I feel there's really nothing to be afraid in your dying moments IF you have lived honestly, done good and loved happily. I really feel that the Dalai Lama is on to something.
So since I have planned my wedding, I'll like to envision my death.
I want pink gardenias and posies. I want jazz like Harry Connick Jr., Michael Buble, Ella Fitzgerald, Astrud, Joao and Bebel Gilberto and an occasional Fort Minor. But most of all, I want people to remember me for all the crazy, quirky, good things that I have lived for. If it's not too much trouble, even though I won't be able to read it, I'll like my family and friends to write me little notes on bio-degradable paper. And since I can pre-plan my funeral, I'll have someone to hand out personal handwritten letters to everyone I have loved, angered, saddened, disappointed, depressed about how sorry I am for not being a better daughter, sister, aunt, friend, cousin, wife, mother. Faults I'm sure to have many.
And if I never found the time to write the letters... I make sure my pre-plan will hire someone to write it for me.
So just in case I pull a fast one, to all my friends who are reading this, if I have angered, sorrowed, disappointed, saddened you in anyway, I ask you for your forgiveness. Know that you are much loved and will always be loved by this wreck, wicked monkey. Thank you for being with me in this Life. For me to have met you is a blessed fortune.
Please bring Tupperwares to the party. There'll be plenty of food.
Important note: There'll be no clowns.
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I've always been curious about Death. I don't want to dance or flirt with it, but at the back of my mind I think, surely, there is something else besides a light at the end of the tunnel. Which is probably why I got involve in a death project.
A friend of mine, who I first met at a brief emcee gig and then later wrote about in a magazine, is a pyschologist. She was the one who pulled me in this very intriguing mission. The objective was to raise funds for a sweet graying couple who have the best intention in giving people a beautiful death. You see, death is an important journey in the Buddhist context. The more peaceful in your dying moments, the better your chances are with your raffle ticket to an enriching rebirth.
The elderly couple started out selling pre-plan funeral programmes. Pay a small fee in your livin' and kickin' days, and you get to choose the songs for your funeral, how you'd want the party to be, what kind of food to have. OK, maybe not so much the food. But you get the flow.
I may have been brainwashed but I feel there's really nothing to be afraid in your dying moments IF you have lived honestly, done good and loved happily. I really feel that the Dalai Lama is on to something.
So since I have planned my wedding, I'll like to envision my death.
I want pink gardenias and posies. I want jazz like Harry Connick Jr., Michael Buble, Ella Fitzgerald, Astrud, Joao and Bebel Gilberto and an occasional Fort Minor. But most of all, I want people to remember me for all the crazy, quirky, good things that I have lived for. If it's not too much trouble, even though I won't be able to read it, I'll like my family and friends to write me little notes on bio-degradable paper. And since I can pre-plan my funeral, I'll have someone to hand out personal handwritten letters to everyone I have loved, angered, saddened, disappointed, depressed about how sorry I am for not being a better daughter, sister, aunt, friend, cousin, wife, mother. Faults I'm sure to have many.
And if I never found the time to write the letters... I make sure my pre-plan will hire someone to write it for me.
So just in case I pull a fast one, to all my friends who are reading this, if I have angered, sorrowed, disappointed, saddened you in anyway, I ask you for your forgiveness. Know that you are much loved and will always be loved by this wreck, wicked monkey. Thank you for being with me in this Life. For me to have met you is a blessed fortune.
Please bring Tupperwares to the party. There'll be plenty of food.
Important note: There'll be no clowns.
Read Next: I've Learnt
I Made Someone Cry
Writing about people is always a bittersweet experience. A few days ago I received an email from an interviewee. She's a young university law student. Bright, beautiful and very polite. Sarah unfortunately has Lupus. A degenerative and incurable illness. Since there is no known cause or cure for the disease, it is only a matter of time before the sickness will consume the patient. She replied to an email I'd recently forwarded to her from another Lupus patient who wanted to get in touch.
Sarah wrote:
"I'm doing ok... The only difference for me now is that I'm using a wheelchair and tongkat to go to classes. Couldn't stand the pain, and just hope to finish this last semester of my life in university with the aid of this walking kits...
My first reaction when I read the article, I cried. I thought I was reading someone else's story. I thought this person is damn strong to go through such things. But, I didn't realize that I was crying for me. Some of my friends cried too. I never understood why people say I'm a strong girl, until you wrote the article. One of my friends said you wrote it just as how I described my Lupus effect. She really felt as though you did a good job. Kudos to you Mable!"
It was a heartbreaking and warming email. I'm not proud that I made a dying girl cry but I'm glad the article made her realize her inner strength. Realization is a hope. Hope is the great desire that keeps you going - even if it's one step at a time. And I really do hope she keeps fighting.
Writing stories like Sarah's can be rewarding. Because I hope it will make people live happier. We have so little time on this earth. It's good to be happy in what remaining time we have on this earth.
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Sarah wrote:
"I'm doing ok... The only difference for me now is that I'm using a wheelchair and tongkat to go to classes. Couldn't stand the pain, and just hope to finish this last semester of my life in university with the aid of this walking kits...
My first reaction when I read the article, I cried. I thought I was reading someone else's story. I thought this person is damn strong to go through such things. But, I didn't realize that I was crying for me. Some of my friends cried too. I never understood why people say I'm a strong girl, until you wrote the article. One of my friends said you wrote it just as how I described my Lupus effect. She really felt as though you did a good job. Kudos to you Mable!"
It was a heartbreaking and warming email. I'm not proud that I made a dying girl cry but I'm glad the article made her realize her inner strength. Realization is a hope. Hope is the great desire that keeps you going - even if it's one step at a time. And I really do hope she keeps fighting.
Writing stories like Sarah's can be rewarding. Because I hope it will make people live happier. We have so little time on this earth. It's good to be happy in what remaining time we have on this earth.
Read Next: Celebrate Death