Monday, January 16, 2017

Reminiscing Siem Reap: Smile of Angkor

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Siem Reap again. Wishing to experience more of Cambodian cultures, Di, Rai, Yani, and I welcomed Sadam's recommendation to watch Smile of Angkor. Yes, Sadam, the first local we interacted with upon exiting Siem Reap International Airport, brought us to the grand theater a day later. The view from the tuk-tuk fascinated us; along the way, the locals picnicked at both sides of the road, enjoying the time with loved ones as the sun beautifully set.

The magic continued when the show began. Commercialised, but there were more aspects that made Smile of Angkor aesthetic. Facts and folk tales were gracefully interwoven with classic dances, namely apsara dance, peacock dance, and shiva dance, and traditional martial art, bokator. Having visited Angkor Archaeological Park and acquired the history of ancient Khmer, we were able to further appreciate the whole performance.

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Friday, January 13, 2017

❤️

My aunt, Norehan Khamsiah Awang, thank you for being there with my family all along. To my mother especially, you were more than a cousin and a neighbour. A sister absolutely. Your love will always stay with us.

May Allah bless her soul and grant her jannah. May Allah soothe her family in this challenging time. Indeed, to Allah we belong and to Him we shall return.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Reminiscing Siem Reap: The Camus Clan

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"Once upon a December, Khalish, five years old at the time, ascended a stack of stones at this particular ruined temple. Perched on top, he marvelled at the details that surrounded him. Inspired, he ran towards the yard. Within minutes, the red ground was full of his own arts.

I showed the photo of the place to Kamal. Together, we saw Khalish there, as narrated above. Precious memory from 2013."

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Reminiscing Siem Reap: Ta Prohm

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I, the time traveller, return with a story of four chums. Circa February 2014. Yes, that ancient. The place Di, Rai, Yani, and I were at was even archaic. Welcome to Ta Prohm, a Buddhist temple built in 1186 AD, dedicated by King Jayavarman VII to his mother.

The most poetic temple among the ones we visited. Once majestic, the stones now crumbled to the nature. Nevertheless, the temple has been restored "to stabilise the ruins, to permit access, and to maintain its condition of apparent neglect" (Wikipedia).

Refreshed after a hearty lunch and a deep rest, we roamed each nook and cranny of Ta Prohm. More places were accessible then compared to the time Kamal, Khalish, and I visited the place. Less crowded, too. Which opened more opportunities to appreciate the elements of history and art surrounding the four of us. Oh, while enjoying the photos, do find our respective alter egos, a mix of Gertrude Bell and Lara Croft 😜.

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