BLOCKAGE OF NETWORK IN PAKISTAN!

Dear Friends,

Harman is unable to update his blog due to blockage of network in Pakistan...

Thus, I would like to convey his message that he is well and currently he is in Raywann, it's about 50km south from Lahore, Pakistan. He will be in Pakistan for a couples of days probably weeks to settle his Hajj visa.

Let's pray for his safety and well-being... Amin..

Regards,
His trusted Friend...

First time missed the Train

This remind me of the day.. the first time i missed my flight in Yogyakarta to Jakarta. I got full refund for that.. in fact i can make another booking for the next flight. However, not for the India Rail i paid Rs250 and got a 50% refund. So, now i'm filling my time in the internet cafe.. waiting for my another nite train. Hope i dont miss it this time. No one to be blame at. They change their platform without me knowing and i waited for 1 1/5 hrs before knowing that i missed the train. Beleive me the information speakers.. you can't real hear what they are saying due to the noise at the train station. Anyway, it's also due to my stupidity :) and i wasnt late like the Flight i missed.

Probably today/tonite is the better day form me to travel to Amirtsar (Lame reason)

The curry smells good.
But i fasting, insha'llah.
And again like my friend used to say
life is a waitng game.
You never know when is yout time.

Masjid Jama on the Background

Masjid Jama is a pretty big Masjid, if you been to Majid Wilayah in KL (i got the picture from previous posting) it's about that, with an open air space, pretty cool site where everyone breakfast(buka) at the open space. Whilst the Malaysian do it indoor at the common space. Probable they should try this; buka at the open space.. it's just like a picnic session. seriously nice feeling. No picture for that coz have to pay Rs200 for the camera. But got it on video and stills after margib when the guards are not seen. Sure i'll put it up on the documentary.

Happy Reading

It's seem that is so much to talk/so much to write and somehow it's not easy to start.. you know.. coz neither i'm a writer nor a poet nor a preecaher (you know those guys who talks & talks & talks for living) see.. i got my spelling mistake again and believe me it's not a careless mistake (sometime there is), it simpily a plain stupidity not knowing how it spell. And it's never easy for me to write, maybe that's why i'm better off with visual (like real) But i love to be one. Prehaps let start with Basmalah.. in fact i shall have knew this many time before.. and agian i forgot.

India, New Delhi.

Today (which i skipped many happening already coz they might sound just like a travel log;) there was this gentlmen, a guest house manager or something. sat beside me a said; 'in Singapore.. gota bad smell'. I was quite supprise, I think he meant the food coz he was fanning his hand like a satayman.(i ask him which part, which i think he dont seems to understand my question) and he go on.. Singapore people maybe.. the food stall.. tandoori.., with his hand fanning his nose.
I'm supprise really and all i could do is laugh. What supprise me most was, when he said 'India no smell'. Now i understand, why our nose are shaped differently. Go for an adventage.. go Indai. Tell me about it.. is it something wrong with my nose or what. Have any of you been to here, in India. I would love to hear from you.

Seriously, nastily i would say.. well i shall safe it for our verbal conversation. Then again i shall keep my mouth shut and let you experience. And again tell me if by keeping my mouth shut.. is it gonna be me being selfish.. not willing to share my experience, And if i share.. am i telling something about others, which we commonly know it as gossip or in Malay language they would could it 'mengupat' (mengupat - well shall i say it's ataboo for us. If we do so one could be blah blah blha.. can you tell me more about it? If you happen to understand well aboput it).

Here again, the same thing about this journey or the experimental documentary project, which i embarking it right now. Why would i border or careless to do such. When i could get myself a common job.. sit my butt in an office comfartablily for hours (which is not really easy for me to get such job in S'pore.. is it because i'm Malay or something.. anyhow, that Malay thing, i don't careless or more about it. But seriously i'm repeating that it's not easy for me to get a job in Singapore, in the industry that i was in. Ya.. and you might thing that i'm just plain lazy.. indeed i'm might be plain lazy, whatever.. but i put a stand on that i understand my responsiblity. And what i meant by don't careless or more about being a Malay is i don't see this as an obstical)

Back to why i border to do such (documentary). Who is it for? Who cares about it anyway. People are so busy with their life while i'm here writing... for what? And ofcoz.. whether i do this or not it doesn't real matters any thing. It seem like we all have our more important thing to do in life. Chasing for our happiness... or sitting on dreams. Yeah you might be right.. dreams it's only fantasy and agian aren't you living in it without you realising. I believe we all have our purpose in life.. some are happy the way it is.. with what they own (tempt). However, tell me my friend.. are you really happy with want you have.. if you said yes. I sorry to say this and i might be wrong again.. i think you are a lier. Again applogy from my heart. It's just hoe i think and i reapeat i might be wrong. Prehaps, what i'm doodling here is meant for me not everyone esle. i got to learn to be happy.. prehaps be grateful/syukur.

Where was i? anyone?

India Mari

TAKE A CLOSE LOOK.THIS IS THE WELCOME MESSAGE THAT I GET.

It was raining in Bangkok

I hope this's not gonna be just about me.. if i'm writing or doodling. Cause i really dislike being such.. it boost my ego.. i've alway try to kill it, which i always find it pretty difficult. Anyhow.. just start;

Praise God that i managed the snicked thru the Malay-Thailand border. Without any bullet passing thru my body. Seriously it's far from that. I'm was just joke. i got it thru safe & soundly.

Thailand; since the day i arrived and the day that i left, it was raining every single day.

Thailand wasn't how i expected it to be.. it's perfectly different and it's has really put some thoughts over the days.. comparing from my pervious visits in Thailand this is pretty difficult to swallow. Things that i learn was about.. my own family/relatives and friends back home. They aren't much different here. It about.. what or how someone can, may or will sacrifice in their live for the better (with their own opinion) in this world. I’ll shall stop here. Perhaps next time we’ll talk about it.

Day 4 KL

Let's find a way how i could get to Thailand.

Mother of 2 daugthers

That’s a lovely mother of two daugthers, Wardina, a popular artess in Malaysia. After our interesting conversation, i would vote her as a role model as a mordern mom. I don’t mean that as a conculsion, it’s only a personal sincere opinion and I’m believe she has more then that. Hope to share with you guys on our conversation when I’m back to edit my video.

Impian ILLYANA

YEAH!!! That's Lydia Ibtisam a Malaysia upcoming artress, should catch her on her drama, her character full of dilemmas and it's interesting.

Pole to Pole Mission

And that Datin Paduka Sharifah Mazlina Syed Abdul Kadir, she’s embarking on her future project Pole to Pole Mission. Do a google and check her website.

First Doodle, Perhaps Not

Maybe I should start doodling my language a little bit. Just like my friend said ‘ dulu bila skeloh tak mahu dengar cakap guru.. cubut tak masuk klass.. sekarang hmm..” maybe it’s true but then again maybe it’s not. Perhaps we all learn differently in life.

Since the day I left Singapore; after the 30mins of a riding my bike (to Lakin, Johore) and 5hrs hours of silent on the bus, the truth is, there’s this lump of stale lullaby singing in my head repeatiously; why m’I doing this. Boy! it’s only the first day of the journey and 300km away from home.

This time round, it’s totally different feeling from most of the time I’m in KL. It’s just different. Knowing that if I’m in KL, I could just take a bus back home anytime I feel like. Perhaps now, my journey is heading north, then west, towards the Middle East. However, I’m longing forward to meet Nokka in Bangkok. One-step at a time to reach my destiny. This reminds me one of my first quotes in this blog (Shaykh Muhiyy'ud-DIn Ibn Arabi's words, 'Whoever engages in travel will arrivel' and trusting especially in the generousity and mercy of Allah.)

Fortunately, here in KL, I knew a couple of kind souls. Here's one of them in the picture; Imri Nasution a Film Director and ofcoz there are people like Tan Kui Lan, Isazaly M. Isa, Nik Jasmine Husain, Nik Linda Husain, Jimmy, Roza, Herman and so on. I stay in Kino-I, it’s their home cum office or vise versa. They are also known as Kino irons. Probably it's due the amount of work loads that they are working on. By the way, they are deals with film/video production as well as postproduction house. Lucky me, I could use some of the facilities here to update my blog epesially the video stuff. After updating my blog with a video footage, I suddenly realises how bueatiful and interesting it could be if I got my editing tool with me during my journey. Not too sure how I could update my video after I depart fro here. I was actually afraid to loose it, that’s my lame reason not to buring my powerbook with me. Anyway, let’s find alternative during this trip.

Masjid Wilayah, KL

Could those be places of interest? I think i met Agung here and also some vips (3/10/06). Btw, I got it on my video.

Student of Jalan Kuantan 1 - KL

Teachers, please forgive our children.

Proud To Be

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

That's all i have for the Symbols of Life

Title: May It Be Our Last Beat

Title: The First One (from right series of I & II)

All above are the paintings, which I managed to produce during the delay period of my departure for the trip. Insha’llah it will be showcased in a group exhibition, reAction - ‘sangkar’ over at The Substation this coming December. Apparently, at that period of time in December, I should be in Madina heading Mecca.