needful unhelpful things

Saturday, September 30, 2006

'tis the season.really?so soon?

Perjalanan jauh tak ku rasa
Kerna hati ku melonjak sama
Ingin berjumpa sanak saudara
Yang selalu bermain di mata
Nun menghijau gunung ladang dan rimba
Langit nan tinggi bertambah birunya
Deru angin turut sama berlagu
Semuanya bagaikan turut gembira
Balik kampung oh oh...( 3X )
Hati girang
Ho ho... Balik kampung (3X)
Hati girang
Terbayang wajah-wajah yang ku sayang
Satu-satu tersemat di kalbu
Pasti terubat rindu di hati
Menyambut kepulangan ku nanti
Perjalanan jauh tak ku rasa
Kerna hati ku melonjak sama
Ingin berjumpa sanak saudara
Yang selalu bermain di mata
Nun menghijau gunung ladang dan rimba
Langit nan tinggi bertambah birunya
Deru angin turut sama berlagu
Semuanya bagaikan turut gembira
Balik kampung oh oh...( 3X )
Hati girang
Ho ho... Balik kampung (3X)
Hati girang
Terbayang wajah-wajah yang ku sayang
Satu-satu tersemat di kalbu
Pasti terubat rindu di hati
Menyambut kepulangan ku nanti


How can the object of my desire not have boobs? :p

love,actually

The boy was 14. He had a deadly disease. Or rather, he had some kinda, well, defect in his system that'd make him unable to live very long. And that made him have a face which is, let's just say inhuman.

The girl was 13 then and a student at this school for the blind. The first time they met was during lunch one day when one of the kids from the school complained that the food sucked. To this, The boy commented; "you think the food sucked? At least you don't hafta see it!" Everybody laughed. He was funny and smart. Very smart. And as Avril Lavigne would sing out; "need I make it any more obvious?" The boy and The girl grew closer to each other.

One fine day The boy got three pebbles, put one in warm water and let another be boiled, put another pebble in the freezer and some cotton wool inside the fridge but outside the freezer. He put some cotton wool in The girl's hand and said; "this is white", and took out the wool and put the pebble from the fridge and said; "this is blue". He carried on doing this, the pebble in warm water was yellow, then there was red, and the cotton wool in the refrigerator was green. The girl was blind since birth. Then and there, she learned about colours for the first time. That fine day was the day the both of them felt more alive than any other days of their lives, two imperfect human beings who were perfect for each other. She kept the wool and pebbles.

The story ended sadly. The girl's family members weren't (physically) blind and The boy had an inhuman face. Needless to say, IQs and EQs were overlooked. Only The girl remained not blinded by looks. Maybe because she was blind. Maybe because she was pure. But the both of them were fighting a losing battle. There is a limit to the strength of humans, much less two imperfect ones. Now let's just let the ending be an open one..

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This is based on a true story. A story so inspiring a book was written and a motion picture released. I read it at 14 I think, and to this day, I still learn;

1)If a 14 year-old kid with a deadly disease can teach colours to a girl who's blind since birth, I can teach anyone anything
2)Imagination without knowledge would still make a good conversation, but knowledge without imagination is nothing
3)Nobody's perfect..until you fell in love with them

-the hopeless romantic has spoken

Thursday, September 28, 2006

workaholics galore

Wednesday morning right after sahur I immediately got ready to go to UM. It was 5.30 a.m in the morning but hey, I’m a workaholic and quite frankly, there are loads to be done. Loads. As I was starting my bike I caught sight of an Indonesian maid washing a car. Now I have absolutely nothing against car lovers wanting to show their affection at 5.30 in the morning and hey, having another workaholic in the neighbourhood can’t be such a bad thing, can it? But the reality is, the car isn’t hers. It can’t be. No way. Nope. Nada.

Is that not abuse? Making your maid wash your car at 5.30 in the morning, is that not abuse? You betcha! Gila betullah. And while at that; is the washing of cars a domestic chore?

When I was much younger I always had this mild hatred towards the western world for having invaded this part of the world (or any parts of the world for that matter. And while at that, I’m against a lot of the US external policies). And I always had this mild hatred towards the Japanese for all the pain and suffering they brought upon this land we call home. I had always thought that this tendency to bring about suffering unto other human beings do not belong to this land. And how I thought wrong. This disease does not belong to the western world. It does not belong to the developed nations. It belongs to humankind. All nations have people in them who opress and abuse whenever they have the chance to do so and it’s a sad, sad thing. We name them racists, sexists, ageists, and whatever ists there are, but the bottom line is, they have one common way of thinking; if you’re not one of ours, it’s OK for me to abuse you.

And the worse thing is that I can’t do anything about it.

panjangnyaaaa..!!

An elaboration of such...

If one sees fault in a friend and lets it pass out of kindness, is one doing the friend a favor?

Believe it or not, this was from a scientific journal; “if I find fault in you and lets it pass, out of kindness, would I be doing you a favour?” There was this collection of scientific articles specially created as a tribute to Benoit Mandelbrot, one of the most influential figures in the study of fractals and fractal dimension, on his birthday. Academic freaks!

Anyhow, I am quite interested in the argument brought about in the sentence. I mean, how often have we been faced with this situation before; a friend, a good friend errs in our presence and we suddenly find ourselves face to face with a dilemma: ‘should I or should I not point out the error?’ Love is blind and friendship chooses to close its eyes they say, and sometimes we just ignore the mistakes people around us make, especially those dearest to us. Sometimes it’s to avoid the awkwardness that looms, sometimes we just hold on to the principle; those who matter don’t care, those who care don’t matter (alternatively, you can substitute ‘care’ with ‘give a damn’ for maximum effect). Which friend would we value more? The ones who take us as we are, regardless of how we have erred, or the ones who points out our errors, risking the awkwardness, so as to not let us always be wrong? A lot of things have to be taken into consideration; who we are, how we interpret the intention(s) (ahh, intentions, intentions) of others, what intention(s) do that particular friend really have, etc. To me it’s a two way thing that you can’t really compare and say which is better. But ultimately, for those of us who have erred and have been in the (fortunate/unfortunate?) company of someone who do give a damn, I think we should just be thankful for the feedback :)

Wanting to change someone and wanting someone to change are two different things

Any good parents will acknowledge this (the fact that I’m not a parent makes me feel macam bagus writing this). When children are very young, say, eight or younger, parents would often want to change them. This process of change involves a lot of (usually physical) force and would largely be unpleasant for the child in question: ‘pegi mandi! Aku sebat ko nanti! Pegi mandi!’ Or the occasional ‘sapa tak mandi tak boleh ikut pegi jalan..!’ for the negotiation-savvy parents. To put it simply, the one who experiences the change does most of the work and have almost no say in the whole process. In short, ‘it’s my way or no way!’

Wanting someone to change, however, requires hard work on behalf of the one who wants, not the one who is to change. It requires lots of negotiations, giving and taking, showing of paths and options, and in the end, the one who is to change will make a choice. In the case of the parent-child relationship, this happens when the child is old enough to think for oneself. In short, ‘change is good for you and you’ve got to make this change. But it’s ultimately your choice’. I am totally macam bagus (or am I just, well, bagus? :p).

I’m a staunch believer in education, in the sense that we can always, always educate people, show them the way. Not lead them, not push them, just show them the options they have and the slightest of nudges (politicians call it influence) in the right direction. Persuasion. People can think for themselves. If we can show them that they’re changing for the best, they’ll want that change. Now can you pegi mandi, please..?

Loathe the deeds but love the doer

There is that one point in our life that we felt someone must be picking on us. A teacher? Someone we knew? God? And it sucked. It sucked big time. It’s not like we have two left hands or something! We can’t be wrong all the time can we? Can we? (Aznimm, please don’t answer that on my behalf).

It’s important that we be professional. Tres importante. People can’t be wrong all the time (except maybe Peter Crouch). Punish only the mistakes. Never hate the people who committed them (OK maybe we’re entitled to a little hate sometimes). I believe that good people outnumber baddies in this world but it’s just that bad things are easier (and usually much more fun) to learn. Loathe the deeds. Let them perish. But let the doers prevail. Let them unlearn. Let them be the ones to later on loathe the deeds.

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The thing is, people have very different opinions on different things. And that is OK. Because different people come from different background and have different ways of thinking influenced by different factors, beliefs, values and experience. It is when we have opinions on the influencing factors that it gets tricky; the supplier of beliefs and values. That is why politics and religion are the two topics banned from most chatrooms. And that is why of all the people in our lives, usually we’re most hurt when people insult our family, especilly our parents. Because when talking about these things we hate to be wrong. We will never, ever acknowledge the fact that we might be wrong. Because they’re the things that we believe in. The things that mean most to us. And we fight fiercely for that belief.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

who are you again..?

What I'm about to write right now is largely motivated by the telenovela in Boro's blog which I already posted a comment on but one that she can't seem to comprehend.

Macam ni Boro, uhuk! Uhuk! (batuk style orang tua nak mulakan cerita) I'm particularly interested in this part of the dialogue;

"Awak seharusnya suka saya untuk siapa saya, bukan siapa awak harap saya akan jadi suatu hari nanti."

OK, here's what I think; who someone really is can be broken down into various parts; it includes the smallest things like what beverage one'd prefer for breakfast to wider, more global things like what one might think about the US's occupancy of Iraq. Who someone really is includes what team one supports, what sport(s) one like most, why one would do certain things at certain times, why one acts the way she/he does in various ciscumstances; these are all part of who someone really is. And in being who one is, one is unique in which there's none else quite like (OK I'm somewhat dah lari tajuk here but please bear with me). The thing is, part of being someone includes how (and what) she/he thinks and form opinions, what motivates her/him, how she/he would act when faced with various situations/conflicts/challenges. And what ambition she/he has.

Here's an analogy; imagine a set of twins enrolled in the same university; they're identical in anything and everything (even their colour-coordinated outfits, but that's besides the point) but in their answer to the question 'what do you set to do in this university?' The first answered; 'to find a spouse' and the second; 'to graduate and make a change in this world' (OK the second's answer's very cliched but you get the point), I'd be attracted to the second, hands down (provided the second's a she). My point: ambition is also part of being someone and hence what makes someone attractive. So I don't really get the sentence "..bukan siapa awak harap saya akan jadi suatu hari nanti." because it somehow translates into "my ambition is not important" which is absurdly inconsistent with the phrase "..siapa saya". I am who I am but my ambition is something else..?

Then again, this is an opinion of mine because I am who I am :)

p/s: panjang la pulak explanation aku. Tapi ni blog aku so takpela

Sunday, September 24, 2006

low,low point *sigh*

I've just finished marking my students' mid semester exam scripts. Most of them did poorly. OK actually, all of them did poorly. I so suck as their teacher. I suck I suck I suck. Not literally. This is honestly a very low point in my life. I mean, there's nothing like messing other people's future up, is there? Especially if they're young and naive. Shoot. Sorry guys! Shoot. I don't think I can apologize enough to them. Shoot. Damn betullah.

Oh well. It's either you succeed or you learn. They'll do better in the finals. Matila korang aku kerjakan..

Friday, September 22, 2006

this thing called groin

Last weekend there was this softball tournament in UM which I took part in as a team member of the team (get this); "D'Series All-Stars". Poyo gila, aku tau. A few of my teammates are, like, at least 5 months pregnant (we are an all-guys team). That is, bahagian paling menonjol dalam permainan mereka adalah perut. But I reckon we did pretty good. We finished as runners-up, losing to the much younger (and with that comes more fitness) current D'Series team in the final game. Apparently the rain messed everything up before the final; D'Series lost to Seventh College who lost to Eighth College who drew with the All-Stars.

Anyhow, the final game was somewhat evenly matched. But not without silly errors, some of which were courtesy of yours truly. The older guys actually played with only two players on the bench! Imagine that! (but there really was no bench around so don't imagine that) Final score was 5-4 so we didn't do that badly. My groin muscle was torn which was not good. Terkengkang-kengkang aku jalan. It's good to sweat :)

p/s: Miss Aznimm, ko kesian kat aku ke apa ni..? When will I start to not hear the end of not winning? Going soft eh..? :p

Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan

Apparently, the month of Sya'aban has been a good one for my family. My brother got his award for his supposedly excellent performance while doing his pre-U, my sister won this pertandingan kemahiran thingy at UiTM for her designing of a lamp for use in hotels and yours truly won that best presentation award that some might have read in my previous post. The bestest news was (and still is), however, the latest addition to my brother's family; my akak ipar gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; Nur Adlin :)))

The stealer of limelights


Never have 3 people make me feel so ugly in a picture

[V]

A tale of two sisters


Never have 3 people make me feel so ugly in a picture, twice

It's gonna be Ramadhan very soon. I wish you all a very meaningful Ramadhan :)

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Makanan Dalam Masyarakat dan Budaya Orang Melayu

Aku pegi seminar fundamental UM. Adala pembentangan oral dan poster. Satu oral presentation tu tajuknya macam tajuk posting ni. Aku rasa blur gila amendenyala yg mamat tu cuba nak buktikan. Aku rasa paper dia ni terlalu besar skop dia sebab dia ada 2 pembolehubah yang teramatlah universal; 1) makanan dan 2) orang Melayu. OK firstly; makanan tu sangaaaatlah luas skopnya. So adakah segala mende makan nak diambil kira..? To make matters worse, his research also included food tech, food processing, etc. How on earth (or rather, when) can someone compile such huge pile of data..?

Pembolehubah kedua; orang Melayu. Ini pun skopnya terlalu besar. Dia nak carik orang Melayu seluruh dunia ke..? Ramai tu. Ada yg 100% Melayu. Ada yg 50%. Ada yg <10%. Semua nak diambil kira ke? Letih beb...

Patutlah mamat ni tak menang BEST ORAL PRESENTATION. Aku yang menang. HAHAHAHAHA. Sebenarnya aku nak berlagak je. Terima kasih kerana membaca.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

people are mostly home:why this is good and why this is bad

Right now the whole of UM is mostly devoid of students. It's the holidays, people! I like this condition a lot because:
1)less competition to buy meals, go to the gym or the swimming pool, the bank, or pretty much everywhere else
2)more available tables at which I can have my meals
3)less vehicles in the mornings mean more fresh air when I go jogging. Yay!
4)faster internet connection. Best gila

I dislike this condition, on the other hand, because:
1)Lonelyyyyyy

That's 4 to 1. Please come back, people. My anti-social days are sooo over!

Monday, September 04, 2006

crikey!

I read at Yahoo! that Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter, had just passed away. Not that I'm a big fan of him or anything, but the loss is felt nevertheless. Never have I seen someone so passionate while at his job. The degree that he enjoyed himself doing his show can only be matched by the Jackass crew. Each time he's on air (or maybe every time he's in contact with animals, for that matter) he always had so much enthusiasm he borders on annoying people.

Another colourful character I shall remember...

Sunday, September 03, 2006

different eyes, different views

Over dinner, my niece told me she wanted to be a princess when she grows up. I wanted to tell her it's better to be an ordinary person rather than a princess because then you wouldn't have to wait for a prince or act the way people expect princesses to act. Ordinary people get to do whatever they want to do and be independent and not wait for someone to rescue them or make them feel complete or whatever.

I didn't tell her any of this. It's beautiful how kids see the world and I don't think it's time to ruin that just yet. And anyhow, over time I think she'll learn them herself because she's smart.

I think if she spends too much time with me she might turn out to be a feminist. HAHAHA. I do hope she still wants to hold hands with me when she grows up though.