If I can have a training session with all political leaders in Malaysia, I would make the 1957's classic, '12 Angry Men' a compulsory watch and 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Wilhelm Nietzsche (1913) as one of the compulsory readings.
I can't stand having, and looking at buffoons leading our country into a doom hole.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Friday, 30 March 2012
The letting go of a long time dream
I got it. I finally got it now.
I always have that remorse feeling of not writing something beneficial for education.
Truth is, I could have but I just can't.This is no blog for education matters.This is me. Just a me giving two cents about stuff, or quoting from my favourite authors. Or sharing lovelorn songs I like.
Although I really wished I would have written something educational. Since education is my passion, it's not just something I do to make a living. I can talk about it for hours. I can write a long email should one ask about educational matters. But I can't just seem to write about it here.
It feels wrong, honestly.
I have came to the fact that I can NOT write about educational matters here no matter how trivial my thoughts are compared to education.
I just need to let go.
Shhh. Fuhhhh.
Go go go, go away un-writeable education thoughts.
I always have that remorse feeling of not writing something beneficial for education.
Truth is, I could have but I just can't.This is no blog for education matters.This is me. Just a me giving two cents about stuff, or quoting from my favourite authors. Or sharing lovelorn songs I like.
Although I really wished I would have written something educational. Since education is my passion, it's not just something I do to make a living. I can talk about it for hours. I can write a long email should one ask about educational matters. But I can't just seem to write about it here.
It feels wrong, honestly.
I have came to the fact that I can NOT write about educational matters here no matter how trivial my thoughts are compared to education.
I just need to let go.
Shhh. Fuhhhh.
Go go go, go away un-writeable education thoughts.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
A wishful dream
Neither nor in calamity,
Thoughts are everywhere,
And tongue is too slow,
And heart is rebellious,
Come ye old, make me wiser.
Thoughts are everywhere,
And tongue is too slow,
And heart is rebellious,
Come ye old, make me wiser.
Monday, 26 March 2012
When unusuals become usuals
Everyone has moments of weakness and indiscretion. However, what makes the difference is how serious and how often. When such moments of weakness and indiscretion become the norm rather than the exception, what more when those “wrongs” have become “normal”, then there is something really very wrong with the person.Excerpt is taken from a speech on 'Integrity' by Tun Hamid Mohamad, former Chief Justice of Malaysia at the 1st UNITEN Premier Lecture on 3rd February 2012, as appeared in Art-Harun's blog.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
True enough?
"What is the heaviest thing, ye heroes? asketh the load-bearing spirit, that I may take it upon me and rejoice in my strength.
Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one's pride? To exhibit one's folly in order to mock at one's wisdom?
Or is it this: To desert our cause when it celebrateth its triumph? To ascend high mountains to tempt the tempter?
Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger of soul?
Or is it this: To be sick and dismiss comforters, and make friends of the deaf, who never hear thy requests?
Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and not disclaim cold frogs and hot toads?
Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and give one's hand to the phantom when it is going to frighten us?
All these heaviest things the load-bearing spirit taketh upon itself: and like the camel, which, when laden, hasteneth into the wilderness, so hasteneth the spirit into its wilderness."
Friedrich Nietzsche (1885), Thus Spake Zarathustra:A Book for All and None.
Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one's pride? To exhibit one's folly in order to mock at one's wisdom?
Or is it this: To desert our cause when it celebrateth its triumph? To ascend high mountains to tempt the tempter?
Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger of soul?
Or is it this: To be sick and dismiss comforters, and make friends of the deaf, who never hear thy requests?
Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and not disclaim cold frogs and hot toads?
Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and give one's hand to the phantom when it is going to frighten us?
All these heaviest things the load-bearing spirit taketh upon itself: and like the camel, which, when laden, hasteneth into the wilderness, so hasteneth the spirit into its wilderness."
Friedrich Nietzsche (1885), Thus Spake Zarathustra:A Book for All and None.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Friday, 2 March 2012
Terserempak hantu pocong
So aku balik rumah dalam pukul 2 malam tadi. Sampai kat bilik duduk lepak-lepak kejap, rasa macam tak best je. Sebelum ni memang dah ada kejadian-kejadian pelik. Bila buka lagu, tetiba sound tu kejap kuat kejap perlahan. Bila tidur, katil kena goyang-goyang. Kadang-kadang barang-barang jatuh sendiri walaupun takde ribut takde angin. Teringat masa borak-borak ngan jiran depan rumah, dia kata rumah dia pon 'panas'.
Aku duk rasa tak best sangat. Tiba-tiba aku nampak bayang pocong kat luar bilik. Dia terbang macam nak masuk dalam bilik aku (dinding bilik aku semua tingkap sliding tu, sepanjang-panjang dinding tu.). Shit aku pun lari terus masuk bilik Syal. Masa tu Syal tengah mandi, pastu aku tak kira, aku terus masuk jugak dalam toilet Syal. Nasib baik kat tempat shower tu ada curtain, tapi kalau takde pon aku rasa aku masuk jugak sebab dah takut. Aku macam pelik jugak, bila masa bilik Syal ada toilet? Tapi masa tu tengah takut kan, aku redah je. Aku dah jerit-jerit cakap kat Syal, 'Hantu! HANTU!!" Pastu aku dengar pocong tu terbang pastu dia tolak pintu toilet tu. Dia hulur masuk kepala dia. Nampak rambut dia menggerbang, berminyak, basah-basah sikit, hitam berkilat tapi macam jarang-jarang.
Mula-mula aku rasa takut sangat. Tetiba aku teringat pasal kejadian-kejadian aneh kat rumah kitorang. Tengah-tengah main lagu, kejap-kejap kuat kejap-kejap jadi perlahan sound dia. Memang annoying, kena-kena pulak lagu tengah best. Pastu aku macam rasa super annoyed and grumpy gila. Terus aku tarik rambut hantu pocong tu. Apparently kat kepala dia je tak berikat, satu badan dia berikat kain kapan. Lepas tu aku cekik dia. Aku rasa anak tekak dia kat bawah ibu jari aku, aku tekan kuat-kuat sampai dia muka macam tengah high sebab dia tak leh bernapas kot? Aku cekik lagi kuat-kuat, pastu aku tunjuk kat Syal. Syal da jerit-jerit takut, so aku pun baca a few ayat-ayat Quran, like, really loudly kat muka dia. Hodoh betul muka dia, macam da separuh reput. Pastu aku cakap ngan Syal, jom bawak hantu ni pergi jumpa imam. Takleh jadi ni biarkan hantu kacau kita macam ni. Pastu aku pun terbangun, tengok pukul 530 pagi. Patutnya pergi joging, tapi pastu aku tarik selimut tido balik sampai 615. Patut lah rasa pelik tadi, sebab bilik Syal mana ada toilet.
Aku duk rasa tak best sangat. Tiba-tiba aku nampak bayang pocong kat luar bilik. Dia terbang macam nak masuk dalam bilik aku (dinding bilik aku semua tingkap sliding tu, sepanjang-panjang dinding tu.). Shit aku pun lari terus masuk bilik Syal. Masa tu Syal tengah mandi, pastu aku tak kira, aku terus masuk jugak dalam toilet Syal. Nasib baik kat tempat shower tu ada curtain, tapi kalau takde pon aku rasa aku masuk jugak sebab dah takut. Aku macam pelik jugak, bila masa bilik Syal ada toilet? Tapi masa tu tengah takut kan, aku redah je. Aku dah jerit-jerit cakap kat Syal, 'Hantu! HANTU!!" Pastu aku dengar pocong tu terbang pastu dia tolak pintu toilet tu. Dia hulur masuk kepala dia. Nampak rambut dia menggerbang, berminyak, basah-basah sikit, hitam berkilat tapi macam jarang-jarang.
Mula-mula aku rasa takut sangat. Tetiba aku teringat pasal kejadian-kejadian aneh kat rumah kitorang. Tengah-tengah main lagu, kejap-kejap kuat kejap-kejap jadi perlahan sound dia. Memang annoying, kena-kena pulak lagu tengah best. Pastu aku macam rasa super annoyed and grumpy gila. Terus aku tarik rambut hantu pocong tu. Apparently kat kepala dia je tak berikat, satu badan dia berikat kain kapan. Lepas tu aku cekik dia. Aku rasa anak tekak dia kat bawah ibu jari aku, aku tekan kuat-kuat sampai dia muka macam tengah high sebab dia tak leh bernapas kot? Aku cekik lagi kuat-kuat, pastu aku tunjuk kat Syal. Syal da jerit-jerit takut, so aku pun baca a few ayat-ayat Quran, like, really loudly kat muka dia. Hodoh betul muka dia, macam da separuh reput. Pastu aku cakap ngan Syal, jom bawak hantu ni pergi jumpa imam. Takleh jadi ni biarkan hantu kacau kita macam ni. Pastu aku pun terbangun, tengok pukul 530 pagi. Patutnya pergi joging, tapi pastu aku tarik selimut tido balik sampai 615. Patut lah rasa pelik tadi, sebab bilik Syal mana ada toilet.
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Im in here
I'm in here, can anybody see me?
Can anybody help?
I'm in here, a prisoner of history,
Can anybody help?
Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for,
You to come rescue me,
I need you to hold,
All of the sadness I can not,
Living inside of me.
I'm in here, I'm trying to tell you something,
Can anybody help?
I'm in here, I'm calling out but you can't hear,
Can anybody help?
Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for,
You to come rescue me,
I need you to hold,
All of the sadness I can not,
Living inside of me.
I'm crying out, I'm breaking down,
I am fearing it all,
Stuck inside these walls,
Tell me there is hope for me
Is anybody out there listening?
Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for,
You to come rescue me,
I need you to hold,
All of the sadness I can not,
Living inside of me.
I'm in here, can anybody see me?
Can anybody help?
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