His Words....

Singing:

Trust in the Lord

by

Hillsong Kids

Thank you Lord for Thy word in my life.

May I lead a life according to Your word and to speak Your word to the lives of others.

"Your word is a lamp unto my feet and the light unto my path."

~Psalms 119:105~

And so the wise said....

Do not curse or swear.... :)

You are what you speak

(*Click above*)

Inside a Heart that Blooms

Currently Listening to:

Vide Cor Meum

by

Patrick Cassidy

from

Dante's La Vita Nuova's 3rd chapter's sonnet on A ciascun'alma presa .

Performed by

Danielle de Niese and Bruno Lazzaretti

(OST: Hannibal)

E pensando di lei

Mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno

Ego dominus tuus

Vide cor tuum

E d'esto core ardendo

Cor tuum

Lei paventosa

Umilmente pascea.

Appresso gir lo ne vedea piangendo.

La letizia si convertia

In amarissimo pianto

Io sono in pace

Cor meum

Io sono in pace

Vide cor meum

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And thinking of him,

A sweet sleep overcame me...

I am your master

See your heart

And of this burning heart?

Your... heart... your heart

Obediently eats

Weeping, I saw him then depart from me

Happiest joy turns to bitterest tears

I am in peace

My heart?

I am in peace

See... my... heart...

~Dante's "La Vita Nuova", specifically on the sonnet "A ciascun'alma presa", in chapter 3 of the Vita Nuova.~

The Window of my Soul

Currently Listening to:

Jesus Take The Wheel

by

Carrie Underwood.

"Like the promise of the sun, we were born to shine."

SO SHINE LA!!!!

The Souls of Butterflies

Jellos and bellos. A little annoying report here... a minute ago, 'someone' tak tahu siapa la called me (no name) and when I answered, 'it' (the person) didn't answer nor said anything and then later on hung up. I thought "whatever la" and didn't bother. And then the same annoying number smsed and started talking like kawan. And immediatly, I knew 'it' was some random person with no life who decides to find a 'friend' through random number calling. -_- I despise those kind of people! This is so not the first time. The first time however was worst (and also because I apa pun tak tahu that I layan je). It was during Diploma time when Mdm Yiang and I was shopping at 1 Utama. I had this random phone call from dunno what marketting person yada yada. "It" started asking me questions and blindly I answered (how stupdily 'professional' can I be??) - and before I noticed, macam giving out my personal details (of course not everything la - and I only gave vague answers). When I noticed how pointless the conversation was (at that point I didnt know I was being fooled), I politely decline whatever it was yada yada and tried to get off the phone. That person refused to 'let go' and me being the soft and pushover beancurd then, could only keep politely declining like an idiot (later on only did I know that being polite is what people usually take advantage off). So anyway (back to the story), the person in the end managed to get off the phone (at that time I was still so stupid and gutless to hang up rudely) and you know what 'it' said? "I'll call you tonight"( -_-") At that time, I knew it was no business/survey thingie call (slow right me?) and got pissed at myself for 'entertaining' someone so gila. Anyway, I didn't bother la till that very night about 11pm something that that same number called. Of course my stupidity then wasn't really that bad so hence I obviously didn't bother picking it up. I told my parents about it ended up getting 'lashed' fir being so 'dumb'. Hahahaha.... and all the while I thought I was being a polite and nice person. But I guess the rest of the world isn't.

Gosh, I've whinned and crapped so much bout the random phone call thingie that I forgot that I'm suppose to blog bout part 2 of day 4. :P Hehehe, before that, I would like to apologise if some of you are disturbed by the morbit-ness of the torture pics (got several nudges on it). I noticed some do not have the stomach for it and it's ok and very natural as well. The reason why I took and posted those pics wasn't for any simple reason. Yes, every other tourists then were taking photo of the pics, but what compelled me to do so was because I realised that it wasn't just cruel and horrible but it was something more. If you're in my generation (which I presume most of you are), I am pretty sure you've not seen war, tremendous physical pain, abuse, torture and tragedy. Maybe you've had bad times but I am sure nothing of the sort that happened in Cambodia (not even during the Japanese Occupation). What I saw there made me realised that we are freaking blessed to live here in Malaysia with peace and freedom. Sure, Malaysia is not perfect but it's way better than many countries and a beautiful one at it (it's just that our politic sucks, that's all). And by realising, I think we've yet to see what's really out there and how bad it could be. 9 out of 10 people, do not know or have any knowledge of the mass genocide in Cambodia. Yes, because we are so priviledge and blessed (and there's nothing wrong with that). I confess that I didn't know a thing till I went there and since I do now, I think it is a right thing to spread the word and tell people that such tyranny and malicious time had once past. And that millions of innocent Cambodians were tortured and murdered (and should not go unnoticed). Posting severe pictures serves to show and remind people that such incident once too place. To let the people and world know that this genocide should never repeat again (which is why the museum took no hesitation is posting up so many morbit pictures). For if the museum and pictures did not exist, 50 or more years from now (when the older has gone) when the new has come and have no knowledge of it and may just repeat such. It serves to remind others of the victim's suffering and that mankind should never neglect compassion and cruelty can not and shall not prevail. So people, be grateful with your life and always be kind of others! :)

I'm suppose to blog about Choeungek Genocidal Centre today... but then I realised that I left a few pictures out (different section) and forgot to post them up previously on Toulseng Genocide Museum. So hence, I shall continue it and then only go on with the Choeungek Centre later in this entry. This post will not be as morbit as the previous one (no worries, no disturbing pictures) but still sad none the less. So please take time browsing, enlarging and reading the 'pics'... :)

Day 4 in Cambodia (Part 2): Continuation of Toulseng Genocide Museum Tour and visit to Choeungek Genocide Centre (Kiling Fields).


The next building in the school.... Note, if you look properly (and if you can't, click to enlarge), this building is 'enveloped' with spikey wires. This is because this particular building is a temporary jail and the wires are used to prevent victims from escaping and jumping off.

Their tiny cells... Looks easy and simple... but then again, the victims would be too severely injured to even 'breakthrough'.
The brick jail section...

The wooden jail section..

At last a pic of me then... (in the cell):P Because it was a 'sad' place, I barely took any pics of us inside....
The skull exhibition... This is a very small display of the victim's skulls (compared to Choeungek Centre).

It shows that the skull depicts signs of severe injuries....

And then later on we took a half an hour ride of tuk tuk to Choeungek Genocide Centre which is widely known as 'Killing Fields'. This is the place where the tortured victims at the Toulseng was taken and brutally killed before mass burried.

This whole building here was built to contain thousands of skulls of the victims from the graveyard excavation...

The sign outside the monument...
The skulls of victims.... And these are only a fraction of the millions of victims murdered.

After that, we walked around the place to see the mass graveyards.... It was sad as the victims were killed, they were just dumped in a big hole and burried together...

The sign here says...

"Mass Grave of 450 Victims"

Click to read and view more intamately.
If not the sign there says...
"Mass Grave of 166 Victims Without Heads"
And the grave here really nudged my heart... It says:
"Mass Grave of more than 100 victims children and women whose majority were naked"
I suppose those women were most likely raped before killed and burried... And it was horrible.
It says "Killing tree against which executioners beat chilren"
How it was done is that the cruel executioner would hold the leg of the infant and slam or whack the child unto the tree to kill it. It was terrible and this tree was next to that grave (previously shown). So after beating dead each child, they would just throw it into the grave hole next to it... When I heard about it, disgust ran through my veins just by looking at the tree.
This is a different tree. Please click to enlarge and read... (kinda malas to type it down) :P

Also please read...

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After that, we continued with our program and went shopping at the famous 'Dome' Central Market. Yes, it's a little untasteful to go shopping after witnessing all that, but it was part of the tour so just ikut... and errr... buy lotsa stuff??? :P

Inside the Dome Market... lotsa jewelries...

How it is outside...

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Okay, I'm done with day 4...Yeah! Thank you for taking you precious time in reading and viewing this entry. I hope the posts of day 4 has made a difference and gave you a clearer view on life and that we should always install love where ever we are and be grateful for each blessings and smiles.

God bless!

Hugs!

Black Lilies in Tears

Currently Listening to: When You Look Me In The Eyes by The Jonas Brothers.


At last, after much editing, procastination, and time, I've decided to post on Day 4 on my Trip in Cambodia. By now, we would've been in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia and the touring all begins! One of the must see and 'prominet' places to visit for tourists is the Toulseng Genocide Museum and Choeungek Genocidal Centre.

Just to brief you with a little Cambodian History and the protagonist who enslaved it:

Saloth Sar (May 19, 1925 – April 15, 1998), also known as Pol Pot, was leader of the communist movement known as the "Khmer Rouge" (which roughly means "Red Khmer Tribe", from Rouge, the French for red, and Khmer, the name of a tribe of ancient Cambodia). He was the Prime Minister of Cambodia (officially renamed Democratic Kampuchea under his rule) from 1976 to 1979, having been de facto leader since mid-1975. During his time in power Pol Pot imposed a version of agrarian collectivization whereby city dwellers were relocated to the countryside to work in collective farms and forced labor projects with the goal of restarting civilization in "Year Zero". The combined effect of slave labour, malnutrition, poor medical care and executions had an estimated death toll of 750,000 to 1.7 million (approximately 26% of the population at that time).[1]

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pol_Pot)


Let's just say this Pol Pot guy was a mean, cruel and malicious dictator that murdered millions of people 30 years ago. Why? Go read wikipedia....haha. Or in my own words, he is just plain crazy!!! He ordered a mass genocide and killed many innocent lives including babies in the name of civilization. Literate and educated people were tortured and killed then as well as every family member. It was a dark time for Cambodia and what I am about to blog and post (pics) may deem to be grim and morbit. So be warned.

This post will only be part one of day two (too many pics) specially focusing on Toulseng Genocide Museum. The next post on part 2 will be on Choeungek Genocidal Centre. This two places are linked cause the museum is where people were tortured (now turned into a museum) and the centre is where they were killed and mass buried.

Usually, I would say "enjoy" but since this is a sad post, I ask you to please 'appreciate' the pictures and the suffering it carries. Try to be a little empathetic and know that we are very blessed to be born in a time of peace and harmony. So here goes:


Day 4 in Cambodia: Toulseng Genocide Museum

This place was originally a school. Yes, a primary school where children were educated. They turned it into a jail and torture place where many people suffered and died. After the end of the Khmer Rouge Regime, this place was turned into a Museum for tourists and to served as a reminder to the Cambodian people that such tragedy has once took place.

I humbly ask you to please click and enlarge the image to read.... It may seem 'mah fan', no care or nonchalant, but it does matter. And we should not ignore cruelty and malice but learn to install more kindness after reading such tragedy. Please do so for the other 'reading' pictures. Thank you.

What was used for students to exercise was used to hang and torture people. Innocent people.

A raw picture hung in a 'classroom' where a man was tortured badly. Yes, this was how it looked like in every 'classroom' (a torture chamber) then. And there I was, standing in there....

How it looks like now. Imagine what it was 30 years ago.... you can actually still see blood stains on the walls...

Another cruel thing about the Khmer Rouge Regime is that they forced young and uneducated youths to torture and kill the victims (educated people). Yeap, if they refused, they would be killed and hence, many did it in order to survive. These are the pictures of the infortunate teenages that were forced to inflict harm to others.

GUYS

GIRLS

This men however are the victims that were photographed before being tortured... (Note, if one kena, the whole family kena also)

I took many pictures hung on the wall (real pics of the torture then)

And this is where they photograph victims being tortured by electric (through their head)

Must hurt!

I took many pictures of this woman (in the museum, this pic was really big) because it really touched me. Maybe it was the size of the photo hung on the wall, or the baby she was carrying, but somehow, her sad eyes attracted me and pity just ran through me like a flood. I could practically see the despair and cries in her eyes. If you click and enlarge it, you will see... what I mean.



What's special bout this picture is that this is a little girl, probaly aged 6-8. She was one of the innocent and uneducated youths who were forced to inflict torture upon the people she knew (victims).... How sad is that? :(

The Victims clothes

Bars used to 'cage' the legs and hans of the victims.

Tools used to torture the victims.

Every classroom... turned into a nightmare of torture rooms...

Visitors and tourists are permitted to leave some words in the museum....

My words...

Confessions of the victims...

A poem on the Khmer Rouge Regime.... please read it.

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The next post will be on Choeungek Genocidal Centre where the victims who were tortured (in the school turned museum (Toulseng)) were brought there to be brutally killed and mass burried.

p/s: this post and the next will be in black (unlike the usual colourful fonts) in respect to the those who have suffered and died in the cruel reign of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge Regime.