Home is now called Breda!

The Great Church - Breda

A new journey has begun last year when life forces had swept me away from the very south east of Asia to the very north west of Europe, from my beloved Malaysia to the Netherlands. Kuala Lumpur was home for the last 9 years. I presumed that I will spend the rest of life there. However, the pandemic of Covid 19 has changed a whole world ‘s plans and I’m no exception. I

Breda has become HOME! It wasn’t an easy road to build life here. Yet,t the Bredanaars (how they call locals of Breda ) are very kind and welcoming. My neighbors are a huge support system who constantly help me to navigate my way in this city’s narrow streets. At first, I had the impression that Breda is dull and windy and can offer nothing interesting. As time flies, it turns out that I am completely wrong. These prior negative assumptions are smashed by changing my mindset about my new home. The internet has played a great role to change my perspective. Many events are advertised in website like Eventbrite, Facebook groups and local community organizations’ direct webpages. Therefore, it is my turn to make the best out of these circle and kick off one of hell amazing adventure!

A Man With Loads

How can she explain to him! He is her shelter and her fear…
She lives on his land while he sneaks through her veins…
The fantasy of him spewing her strength with a warm hug…
And the seal of his lips upon hers could destroy all her defence
Her brain screams..
Push this man away..
Push this pain away

A Stranger!

This week has been one of the most difficult times of my life. I literally struggle to breathe alone in my room. How come an expressive creature like me fail to spell a word. Life slams me hard on this round. The damage cost me the nine lives I spare for the coming battles. After five years in Malaysia, the bottom line is that I will never be enough for this country. I will always be considered “A stranger”. I look at the mirror and my lips remind my brain to be rational. It is their country where locals understand each other and ,as a foreigner, I should not interfere. It took me an insulting body gesture and a bridge to knock me down and WAKE UP!

At this point, the hell that I left behind back at home seems more merciful at least there is no surprise factor. Pain is always expected. “Hope for something different” is a dangerous thing in Malaysia. Now, it is time to stand up and wear hope with pride to live life. An Amazing life!