My life is okay. There is no big issue that I need to worry about. However, I've been having some discomfort with my feeling lately.

Today, I know why I become this way. It is my distant relationship with God that cause this despair, discontent feeling. Need to get back and talk to Him.

I have not been writing for so long...fortunately or unfortunately someone irratate or rather hurt my feeling today that make me want to mark this event in this blog. That big-head-witch is weird, queer, frightening, talk too much and think she is too smart. I swear I never wanna talk to her again.

I am not so sure how am I going to write this. I wasn’t thinking of blogging it either. But I owe to a friend, hence I’ll try to put it this way.

I am a believer thus by no coincidence that I always relate things back to Him. Certainly, things happen when He says so...as in the expression.. Kun fa ya kun (be and it is). I truly believe that. Just when I am about to give up, He come and saves me. I don’t want to think how hard life had been. But I hope I had been grateful enough to praise Him with all the great things he grants unto me.

I realized that life has been transformed a bit lately. Everything is still in abstract form but this little miracle is enough for now. It is happening and I’m glad that it happens.

Above all, it won’t happen if not for all the prayers and support from this circle of people that support me all through out. Thanks dudes. One day I’ll write a tribute to you all as remembrance..hehhe. Right now, I’ll just continue with praying that everything will be alright. Love u all.

A trip to Bandung early this month was the first trip to a less develop country. It was also a first trip that I did not allocate any time for sightseeing. It's rather shameful to admit that it was all filled with shopping activities. Hence there's nothing much I could write.

On another note, this trip was a bit from any other trips I had before. Perhaps a different lesson on development. Indonesia is a country with the highest Muslim population in the world. It is classified as a lower middle income country by the World Bank with per capita income of USD1280 (malaysia : USD4970) and 27% of its population living below the poverty line.

Over the past two years, the country has suffered an unprecendented series ofted series of natural disasters, including the tsunami of December 2004 in Aceh, the Nias earthquake of March 2005, the May 2006 earthquake in Yogyakarta and Central Java, and the July 2006 earthquake and tsunami in West Java. Natural disaster, financial crisis and governance issues remain an impediment to progress on some fronts of its growth.

Despite all the factory outlet that sold designer handbags, shoes and clothing, there were just many other people who did not raise up together with the development. Rides in the tut-tut around the city reflected this all. Each time the vehilce stopped for the red lights, street singer would passby to sell off their voice for few rupiah. As I already knew, they showed how good Indonesian voice could be. Thats why they always performed well in the GangStarz. Kids on the bazaar would tailed us just to giveaway plastic begs that would perhaps preserve the meals for the day. But at least they did not beg out of nothing like those in Malaysia did.

I felt for them but at the same time knew how lucky I am to be in Malaysia.