Thursday, March 23, 2006
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Pokhara: Woman finding respite from the afternoon heat. Just a short distance away, the astoundingly beautiful landscape of the Annapurna range beckons - snow-capped peaks, crystal clear lakes, turbulent rivers with deep gorges and Tibetian monasteries.
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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Kathmandu: Found this woman outside the temple in Durbar Square. She's probably used to foreigners (aplenty in Thamel), but still stared intently at the camera. Being the only Hindu kingdom nation, Nepalese are deeply religious and there are plenty of shrines and places of worship scattered around Kathmandu.
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Kathmandu: Man selling his ware at the busy market of Thamel, where the souk is a perpetual maze of shops, peddlers, restaurants, motorcycles, bicycles, trishaws, tourists and locals. The smells, sounds and sights of this place make great distraction for the traveller en route to the Himalayas and Annapurna.
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Pokhara: Handwashing her clothes by the alley next to a busy street, this elderly lady shyly obliged for the camera lens.
Despite being the "Disneytown" (re:tourist trap) in Nepal where prices are escalated, poverty is commonplace amongst its folk. 'Retirement' is a hardly-known term for the elderly.
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Deep at the foot of the Himalayans, the border of the Kingdom of Sikkim and Tibet: A very young girl carries her infant sibling as she climbed up the hillslope. They do not go to school. The nearest school was miles away, and had no electricity nor water. Her parents worked at the farm. This girl helped to care for her younger siblings. They served salt tea to visitors (no cream). Respect for the local 'Lama' is prevalent and runs deep. "He helps us protect our crops".
Cholesterol City!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Thru the Lens
Sometimes things become clearer when we use the right lens. This photo was taken several years back in my bedroom in Carlisle, England. I used my old faithful Nikon F50 SLR (a relic now by most standards) with a Sigma-compatible lens mounted.
It worked fine. Did the job despite the heavy beating it took with my crazy travelling schedule back then. I am so used to its timing, settings and everything else that it is getting hard to adjust to a digital counterpart.
OK, OK... given that film cameras are going the way of the typewriter, I am still clinging to my old faithful contraption. After all, it gave me countless snaps of great (and some totally disastrous) shots, and it stuck with me through all the abuse across the foot of the Himalayas to the summer nights at the train stations in Europe to the slums of India and back again to the rainforests of Malaysia. And all that was in between too.
Through the lens of this camera I saw the world. And myself.
I guess one day, I would really have to put aside my film cam and go totally digital... more cost and time effective. But as for now, I am allowing myself to linger...
Monday, March 20, 2006
Go Local
Was at the MATTA fair this weekend with LP and we scoured every available booth selling packages to Egypt. Turned out the cheapest trip was going to blow our budget. Sigh. Blame it on the fuel hike. Malaysian Airlines' profitable route's gonna stay that way to bail out the rest of their no-gooders. Sheeesh...
We were pretty tired after walking around the two main halls and decided to eat instead. Started to exit the building when it began to drizzle. Looked as if we were in for a thunderstorm. So we went back inside and had nasi lemak instead.
By then both of us were fizzled out, LP from disappointment and I from hunger. I wasn't really that disappointed - God must have wanted me to steward my resources in other ways; by using the travel funds elsewhere. It's cool.
Anyways, we decided to go inside Hall 3 to see what's going on. They have some really nice local tours. LP spotted the Kenyir package. I wasn't really that keen, as I had been there before, trekked up the waterfall, visited the caves, survived a raging river with deep undercurrents, fell into the lake while riding the jetski, ran into a really frightening thunderstorm which almost sank our boat, camped at an elephant feeding site, etc, etc... (fun!)
So we booked the Kenyir package, which is open for occupancy all year. Great. Now we can drive across Peninsula and just lepak while sinking our teeth into all those wonderful Terengganu / Kelantan delicacies.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Sinai, Sinai...
Oh no... now that I've discovered St. Catherine's monastery in Sinai, I'll just have to go there. After all, if I am going to Cairo, Alexandria, Luxor and Aswan, what's a little trip eastward to the shores of the Red Sea and then to Mt Sinai???
LP and I spent 3 hours at Borders last Sunday after church so we could pore over every single travel book on Egypt that we could lay our hands on. We wanted to get the Lonely Planet (the ultimate travel bible), but the last print was Jan 2004's and the next one will only be published in May. So we piled up all the other travel guides, settled on the sofa and started ploughing. Of course the staff were none too happy when we turned our sofas to face each other, but they didn't stop us. Hah!
Result - must-go places: Egyptian museum (yay!!!), Islamic & Coptic Cairo, Pyramids of Giza. Fayoum Oasis. Thebes. Karnak. Valley of the Kings (yipee!!!), Temples of Seti, Rameses, Hatsheput, Abu Simbel (if we can make it that far... it's near the Sudanese border).
LP thinks I am nuts. I think she's a killjoy. All I could think of when I turned the pages of colourful artifacts and landscapes were how and when I am gonna get there to photograph them; and all LP said was, "how much is this gonna cost, how much do we have to pay..." I guess we come from different planets. But complementary ones, mind you.
Anyways, I would love to be able to get to Sinai, climb up the mount and do some camping. After spending more than a year studying the life of Moses, a field trip would be a perfect wrap to that experience. :)
Wow... imagine just standing at the shores of the Red Sea and facing the vast impossibility, like what Moses experienced before the parting. Ok, ok... so I am a hopelessly romantic dreamer, but hey, it's free and who knows, maybe I will get to stand on the ground where Moses once stood and relive in my mind's eye the miraculous deliverance of the Lord.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
True Friends
Some people have one or two friends who will stick though thick and thin with them. I am fortunate to have three. In our 20 years of friendship, BT, LP Liz and I have weathered two marriages, several boyfriends, 1.5 kids, some long separations abroad, a backpacking trip, fights, misunderstandings, persecution, pains of puberty, young adulthood and now early motherhood.
I often wonder how four so incredibly different people can get together and stay friends for such a long time. All of us know each other like, inside out. It's just so uncanny. We share a very strong bond that boggles even ourselves. We may not have given much thought to it, but the centre of our relationship has always been God. We all came to know Jesus at different times (BT and mine being closer in proximity) and in some strange, unplanned and natural manner we just gravitated towards each other. We liked different things, but found that heck, we just liked each other's company enough to forego our own preferences.
There were serious times of misunderstandings too. Like when boyfriends started to come into the picture. And when BT got married, we wondered how the face of our relationship would alter. And then Liz followed suit. Changes in career stole our time too, and in our pursuit of security, cracks of compromise started to surface in our relationship.
One thing that remained unchanged though, was God's constant care for us. Though not perfect, that care was reflected in our friendship in many ways - unseen sacrifices that were made for each other, timely encouragement delivered with honesty and kindness, firm words of correction accompanied by love, and many, many instances that grew us into the people we are today.
During dinner tonight, the four of us remembered how precious this gift of friendship is, how much we mean to each other, and how easily this bond can be broken. It is one of those beautiful "God" moments.
Thank You, Lord, for the great privilege of having friends who understand me so well; be there for me, and strenghten my walk with You.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Not so Soon
It could be a serious slip of the mind, or just plain ignorance. Or perhaps it's the early onset of dementia. In any case, all are poor justification for failure to understand one phrase - "Soaring like an eagle".
I mean, how hard can that be?
Very, apparently.
Fifteen years ago, a visiting missionary prayed for me (and several other people, my godbrother and good friend BT included). I forgot much of the prayer, but one phrase burned in my mind for years - soaring like an eagle.
Since I had absolutely no idea what the prayer meant back then, I looked up all the references in the Bible about eagles and other birds. In fact, I looked up eagle habits in every available encyclopaedia, thus making myself some kind of self-proclaimed guru on those solitary birds. And of course, related episodes of National Geographic were not spared either, I scoured every single one I could lay my eyes on.
I was still none the richer in my quest. Something was still missing... I had all the head knowledge, but the real meaning of that phrase still eluded me.
Years passed. One miracle after another happened in my life. Impossible situations were reversed, against natural odds. God's hand was evident in every area. And I was still wondering what that phrase meant.
Tired, I gave up thinking and allowed it to die a natural death.
One day in recent time, BT brought up the matter again over tea.
"Do you remember the missionary who prayed for you, MY? I started thinking about her and what she said about you soaring like an eagle all those years ago..."
I was taken aback. Here was my buddy BT, who's reknowned for her absent-mindedness and weak attention to details, telling me in great detail a prayer uttered 15 years ago... hmmm... something is definitely going on here...
I started thinking on my bed that night.
And suddenly, in the stillness of the night, just like that, an answer came. Fifteen years and numerous adventures after the initial thought was sown.
Soaring effortlessly at great heights is but a mirror image of the extent I am willing to descend. The issue was never really how high I can soar but how low I am available to stoop down to.
I chuckled myself to sleep. It wasn't dementia after all. :)
Just a Child
I whacked my niece today. She was screaming uncontrollably and wanted her way, so I caned her. Actually she had been quite good over the past 8 days, didn't cry nor scream in the mornings and even got a small treat from me for commendable behaviour. However, she forgot and started to throw her tantrum today. So she got spanked and nobody could come to her rescue; her parents were at work and I insisted that my mom stay out of the scene while I was disciplining her.
Aha.
It worked. After two whipings she stopped crying. (And put on a pitiful look). Well, that didn't work on me (much) and she was promptly sent off to dress for kindergarten. Ten minutes later, she was all dressed, friendly and chatty again.
The wonderful thing about kids is that they can forget their misgivings so easily. Spank them, they'll cry. Then they would forget and life would go on. And they will come back to ask you to play with them.
Have we as adults lost that childlike quality?
God, no matter how much I think I have grown, remind me that I am but a child in Your eyes.
Aha.
It worked. After two whipings she stopped crying. (And put on a pitiful look). Well, that didn't work on me (much) and she was promptly sent off to dress for kindergarten. Ten minutes later, she was all dressed, friendly and chatty again.
The wonderful thing about kids is that they can forget their misgivings so easily. Spank them, they'll cry. Then they would forget and life would go on. And they will come back to ask you to play with them.
Have we as adults lost that childlike quality?
God, no matter how much I think I have grown, remind me that I am but a child in Your eyes.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Flowers in my Room
Every time I look at the dried flowers in my room, I remember my uncle, who died of Stage Four liver cancer 5 years ago. He stayed with my family till two weeks before his death. His own family had turned him out.
My uncle was an amiable fellow, well-liked because of his pleasant personality. He was also a great conversationalist and a real ladies' man. Perhaps that was why his family wanted nothing to do with him, even until his death. To this day, his wife says she is still unable to forgive his philandering ways.
Two weeks before his death, uncle was a real wreck. He could not eat nor sleep, kept throwing up and even walked with a limp. He suffered in pain. My mom and I would take him to the market with us, or wherever he wished to go. We would try to cheer him up by taking him to places he wanted and buying small treats for him (he hadn't much appetite).
One of those places was a tea shop in a back alley of the busy part of town. I took my uncle there one hot, blistering afternoon. The shop was located 3 floors up, and we had to climb. He was panting at the first few steps, but insisited on continuing. Half a flight later, he took off his cap to reveal a bald scalp, and continued his ascent.
My heart slowly sank.
After what seemed like a long time, we both reached the shop. Took off our shoes and uncle fell on the chair panting. We ordered tea and some dumplings. He started to say how much he missed and appreciated the long, lazy afternoons sipping tea with company. He talked about his death.
I listened.
He told me how ready he was to face it. He had aceepted Jesus in his life just a couple weeks back, while he was staying with my family. Though oscillating between hope and fear, he held on to the little shred of hope that in a short while he will meet his Maker.
In what was to be my last long conversation with him, my uncle told me about my roots: how his late father (my paternal grandfather) was a murderer who, while on the run from the authorities, found himself in Malaysia and started a family.
He told me how he wished that his family would one day end the decades-long feud over property and pride. He wished that the feud would end with his generation.
From a dying man's point of view, nothing was more important than having the right relationship with the people who mattered. For a person whose claim in this life was slipping, he looked up and saw what he could have done differently should he had more ... time.
The flowers in my room remind me of my uncle, yes, because they were his last gift to me. But to a greater extent, they tell me to to take time... make time ...to love unreservedly, unpretentiously and hold nothing back.
Dust and Ashes
Why do I exist? A friend lamented when faced with the onslaught of rising fuel prices, car debts, mortages, bills, bills and bills. Couple that with doomsday messages blasting over the pulpit and you've got a recipe for despair. Especially so when you've got extended family and kids.
Another friend has been losing money in his business for 5 years running. He is tired, discouraged and wondering why his trial lasted so long. By all counts, he is a good follower of Jesus. "Good" as in he actively serves in church, gives his time and finances, helps people in need, etc.
#1. As believers we are supposeda expect all these (and more!) to befall us. And rejoice.
#2. God is not as interested in the outcome of our faith, compared to the process. The key message in Job is not so much that, in the end, he regained all that he had lost in the wager between Satan and God. Job's outcome could have swung either way; he could have lost everything and that would be that. But God was gracious enough to record the "happy ending" result. IMHO,the real message in Job is encapsulated in 5 words: Repent in dust and ashes.
God never answered Job's questions. Essentially, Job never needed them to be answered. What Job needed was a revolutionary perspective of a Creator's relationship with His creation. God is God, and we are not, according to the cliche.
Sure, Job had gone as low (physically, mentally, emotionally) as he could. But did God spare him the suffering? Not until he was positioned in the 'optimal' spiritual condition - repenting in dust and ashes.
In that place, Job's focus was off his suffering, off his pain, off his circumstances. A pristine clear view of his own spiritual state dawned upon him. What a horrifying - and humbling - moment it must have been. He realised that as a creature, he was making demands on God, who owes him nothing and gave him everything.
Repent in dust and ashes.
I had no answers for my friends. I am going through hard times of my own too. Uncertainty, a forebrooding future, and a bleak prognosis. But God does not make mistakes. And He orders every single day of our lives according to His purpose. Therefore, no matter how hopeless the situation may be, we are people made for this moment.
May we be found spiritually supple before you, Lord.
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