Saturday, October 11, 2014

--> 3 Stops: Strangers, Friends & Strangers Again

Perth, June, 2014.

They say, strangers are always the best listeners. I believe so too and I’d like to be someone’s strangers. You can literally tell everything to a stranger and it will for sure become one of the best coversations you’ll sit for. The best part is, you can add some spices here and there to fire up your stories but make sure that it won’t go out of the track. Oh come on, everyone does that at some point. Peace.

Strangers come and go but some stay as friends. For example, everyone was a stranger to everyone else when they first step on a new ground such as in the universities. I know nothing about my university friends a few years back but I know them now in and out…sort of. Some have become close friends of mine and one of them is my best friend. We shed laughters along the way and this journey is about to end soon.

The word FRIEND has the ‘END’ syllable in it. Perhaps, that is why they say again, friend come and go. Still about the strangers that I introduced above. Some of them stay as friends, some of them develop the bond and some of them break the bond and become strangers again. That is sad but that is also life. People leave and die.

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Friday, October 10, 2014

--> An Open Letter To Those Who Read

There is always ‘I’m scared’  in ‘Let’s go!’. This is exactly what I'm feeling right now. I’m so geared to finish this course, ready to spread my wings and soar above the sky but of course, deep down inside, there is a voice that says “You’ll be alone when you start your new journey.” It’s very hard to describe this feeling in words but I guess most of us (or all the seniors) feel the same. 5 years and a half…struggling to reach the finishing line of a track that I hated back in foundation years. However, I was reminded in a roundabout way today that I was alone too the very first day I stepped my feet on this ground. Therefore, together let’s us embrace the trepidation, shine like the sun by looking at what we have become and together we make a difference that we have been complaining about. Are you with me?

To my juniors, degree year is the platform for you to try things that you have been wanting to try all this while. Take every small and big opportunity to show the world and to share with all of us what you have and what you are. Don’t be afraid to try because if you fail to seize the opening and occasion that might only pass by once, you’ll end up being someone who; 1) regrets over things for not trying and 2) complains about others who try and succeed because you think that your ideas are better, but by then, everything is too little too late. This may sound strident but ask any of your seniors because we have seen a lot. Just be bold and humble.

Besides, your are immensely lucky to be given the golden opportunity to be in this institute (IPG Kampus Bahasa Antarabangsa) and pursuing that courses that you're doing now. Why? Monthly allowances, great surrounding, supportive and resourceful lecturers...anything you can name. Look around you and think, why He chose you instead of others to be here? This might sound cliche, but yeah, things happen for a reason. Right now, with your eyes wide open, look for that reason. Just like the intrinsic worth of education, exploration is the key. 

On top of everything, never miss your prayers and always please the Creator more that the creations. For every failure and successful attempt, thank Him for He is the one who guides you through.

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Saturday, September 13, 2014

--> 57 Tahun Merdeka, Saya Sayang Malaysia!


Penulisan hari ini adalah 100% dalam Bahasa Melayu. Semua gambar-gambar di bawah diambil semasa sambutan Hari Kemerdekaan ke 57 di Dataran Merdeka. Dari awal pagi lagi, aku dan kawan aku, Amir bertolak dari kampus ke lokasi. Aku memang berdarah patriotik dan kasih sayang aku terhadap negara tidak berbelah bahagi. Penulisan kali ini hanya akan ditumpukan gambar-gambar tertentu sahaja. Jom lihat!
Ini aku, sambil memegang bendera Jalur Gemilang yang diberikan percuma oleh pekerja yang bertugas pada hari tersebut. Aku bangga dapat kibarkan Jalur Gemilang sambil menyanyikan lagu-lagu bertemakan kemerdekaan yang dimainkan sepanjang acara berlangsung.
Setibanya sampai di Dataran Merdeka, aku ternampak budak comel ini, berbaju kemas yang diperbuat daripada bendera Malaysia. Terima kasih ibu dan ayahnya yang sangat berjiwa patriotik.
Budak comel kedua ini berbaju kurung lengkap dengan tudung yang diperbuat daripada bendera Malaysia juga. Memang menarik perhatian betul. Lihat sahaja senyuman yang terukir dibibirnya. 
Kata orang, mereka yang lebih tua sememangnya memiliki semangat jati diri dan patriotisme yang tinggi dalam diri mereka. Kenapa ya? Mungkin kerana mereka merasa pahit maung usaha untuk mendapatkan kemerdekaan. Selain itu, mereka juga melihat sendiri peristiwa 13 Mei yang telah merangut banyak nyawa. 
Gambar ini diambil pada tengah hari, jadi muka adik ini pun sudah layu...panas agaknya. Namun begitu, semangatnya untuk terus berada di Dataran Merdeka sehingga ke pengakhiran acara perlu dipuji!
Terima kasih abang, kakak dan adik yang sudi bergambar. "Adik, cepat senyum, abang tu nak ambil gambar." Kata ayahnya sewaktu aku meminta keizinan untuk mengambil gambar mereka sekeluarga.
Keluarga berjiwa patriotik yang tidak perlu disangkal lagi. Memang keluarga bahagia dan meriah ini perlu dipuji selayaknya. Banyak lensa-lensa tertumpu kepada mereka, termasuk lensa aku. Tahniah, tahniah, tahniah!

Pesan aku kepada sahabat dan sesiapa yang membaca, cintalah negara anda. Memang aku memasang niat untuk berhijrah ke negara lain, namun begitu, ianya bukan bermaksud aku tidak sayang kepada negara. Aku punya alasan tersendiri. Ayuh, sama-sama kita sematkan dalam diri kita perasaan cinta akan negara.

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Friday, August 1, 2014

--> 1Malaysia. Start Asking, Stop Being A Racist.

Assalamualaikum dan Salam Sejahtera.
With the overwhelmed racial issues going on today (if you really notice, mostly on Facebook pages), some of them are way too absurd to be accepted with a rational and sensible mind. Despite the slogan of 1Malaysia that we hold and promote, the prejudice that we (or some of us) have deep down inside is inevitable to remove.

It always starts with racial matters in question and will slowly go down to religious concerns...oh well, even worse if you bring the political occasion into the circle. Here is a formula towards a harmonious life in a multiracial country like Malaysia - We tolerate the differences and treat them as something special that we can be proud of. If you look closely, it is much similar to the theory of a good business, which is the manipulation of the drawback into an x-factor but of course, I don't mean to say that our multiracial element as a weakness, it's just another way to put it. Oh c'mon, you get what I mean right? :)

I read a comment asking, "Does the education fail to educate our society to stand together and unite?" I would like to propose questions to this question. Where does the education start? At school or at home? Nobody was born racist but we ourselves choose to be one don't we? Do you still remember the composition and 'karangan' that you wrote back in high school on how to be united and all? All those good points gave you A1 and A+ but if you fail to be truth to what you wrote, that's when you fail to educate yourself. Correct me if I'm clumsily wrong to put it that way. What is your opinion?

Recently, one of my lecturers said, "I like you guys because you are openly racist." Don't be so quick to judge. We are not racist as in 'RACIST'. We embrace the differences and pull a lot of inoffensive jokes but all of us are well aware of the boundaries for instances the customs and religion affairs. I once asked, "Oiiit, where are you guys going?" and my friends answered, "Mau makan pork haha.". Does it sound offensive? For me it doesn't. It's hard to explain it more, you have to be in our group to feel the joy :)

Some people find it sensitive to discuss and to ask the issues related to races and religions...that's when you go wrong. Malay proverbs, 'Malu bertanya sesat jalan' depicts the idea that you need to ask to know and to be conscious about something. For example, I'm a Malay and I always ask my friends about their cultures and beliefs. Some questions may sound stupid but if I don't ask, I won't know. Would it be objectionable to ask something that you don't know? NO! It doesn't, instead, it is an enlightenment. When you are enlightened, you'll feel the need to respect others because you want them to respect what you practise and believe as well. Am I right or am I am right? hehe. :)

That's all from me, Muhamad Rizal bin Sadiman, a future educator.

"You don't fight racism with racism, the best way to fight racism is with solidarity."

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

--> From IPBA to GAZA


The brutal assault of the Israeli towards the innocent souls in Gaza, Palestine should be stopped right now. It has been years since this conflict started and yet there is no sign that this occupation will end soon. How many more souls that the world will lose until this issue is resolved? I agree to the advocates which claim, this issue is not just about religion anymore, it's about humanity. To our brothers and sisters in Gaza, Palestine, we Malaysians will always support you by sending the sharpest weapon of all, our prayers. InsyaAllah, Allah will always be with all of you..Aamiin..

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Monday, June 16, 2014

--> My Questions on The Feeling of Giving Up

This photo is to cheer me up :)

To give up is the last thing that I would do. I never gave up in anything until recently. I gave up the friendship that I have been holding for too long. It was not worth it to stick to it despite knowing that a simple explanation could do a big difference to it. See? I have given up. 

What do you feel when someone ignores you when all you need from that person is just a simple pep talk? Or a simple conversation because you were bored doing nothing for five hours? 

What if one day, a friend of yours starts to pick the people that s/he wants to talk to and you're not chosen? 

Can you imagine the feeling of being avoided because someone has the idea that you're a bad influence without even trying to get to know you? Or never even wanted to listen to you?

Would you be able to cope with the fact that after so many helps you have done when your friends were in need, and when it was your turn, they turned you down? 

How would you react to friends who throw shitty excuses just so that they don't have to talk to you? 

These are the questions that I have been asking myself. Sometimes, it makes me wonder of where do I stand in that particular circle of friendship. Am I a slave to you? An information centre when you need to ask for help? I couldn't find the answer. I have been keeping the ball rolling for too long, hoping that one day, you'll treat me equally the way you treat the rest of your friends but what was I waiting for actually? The blissful rain that will never pour down? Perhaps, it was just a wishful thinking I had up on my sleeve.

Yesterday, I prayed to God to always remind me that His plans are better than my dreams. Exteriorly, I am still holding onto that but deep down inside, I don't have any more hope. 'Sorry' is the most frequent word that all of us use just to get everything back to its place and sometimes we win but sometimes we learn. We learn to appreciate the friendship that is walking away from us but there is nothing that we can do to stop it or don't we try hard enough? This is the story of my life, I personally think that I have done good enough on my part to keep that friendship still and the problem now lies on you. This time around, I am positive that I am making the right decision, I am no more indecisive. My decision is final but God knows what tomorrow will bring and when that happens, I will accept anything that He gives me with an open heart. However for now, I give up. No. I've had enough!
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Friday, June 13, 2014

--> Perth in Pictures Part 4


This entry is named, Animals Are Comel.
Still alive.
This is the swaggiest Kangaroo among all.

So, so I have your attention now?
The land of the Kangaroos. This is my first time seeing these king of boxing. They are super adorable, swagger and never give a shit of who is around them. What an attitude! LOL.
Koala bear. I liked them, not anymore. They're so lazy and not really that cute. The wombat looked too cute to be true. It's lazy as well....and some white chickens.
Over here are the animals. The sheep, blue tongue, big horse, parrot, snake, llama and guinea pigs. 
This is or course the centre of happiness. The Margaret Chocolate Factory...or I would like to say EMPORIUM! It's big. Love it so much. The chocolates are freaking tasty! I didn't want to walk away from the ground because I got too attached to it.

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Thursday, June 12, 2014

--> Perth in Pictures Part 3


I want to call today as Uni Day.
So we went to Murdoch University. It's a nice place to further your studies. I like the stress-free environment. It is much similar to UPM because it's green and it is well-known as an institution that prioritise the sustainability aspect. You'll see solar panels on the roof. There is also a Worship Centre which is used by all religions in rotation. For example, the Friday slot will be used by the muslims to perform the Friday and on Sunday, the Christians will use it for their purposes. 
Sight-seeing around the campus. We were pleased to have Mr. Nicholas, a Mauritian to tell the great stories that happen around the campus. 
I just love this photo.
Some presentations by Mr. Fozzil, Mr. Nich, Dr. Lisa etc. I love their presentations because you'll find diversity in term of the background of the lecturers. No wonder this university is famous for it promotes amazing multicultural understanding elements among the students and staffs. They also brought us to the Student Village and it's awesome! I'd love to dive into the swimming pool every morning!
Then, we went to Curtin University for Mamak Night. It is amazing that Malaysian students over here managed to pull out and make famous of the words 'Mamak'. Even the locals loved and enjoyed the foods that they sold along the corridors. I bought Yellow Rice with Rendang and some desserts for AUD7 and AUD2.50 respectively. I also met an old friend of mine, Zakwan who is apparently a student over there. It was a nice catching up with him.  
The the bus driver, Trevor Hicks brought us to watch this amazing scenery, Perth at Night.
After we came back, we hung out at the city to get the WiFi so that we could update our Instagram :)

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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

--> Perth in Pictures Part 2

So I started my day by going around the neighbourhood like a thief lol. It was a nice walk with a few friends. I love the small houses they have there because it looks so personal and cute for lots of reasons. Then, I took the Blue CAT, free of charge to tour around the city. They were also Green, Red and Yellow CATs. Right after that....
I snapped some pictures of the buildings for no reasons. I was busy enjoying and admiring how neat the city is. Compared to Kuala Lumpur, you can't actually find a lot of tall buildings but the view that you will see is quite satisfying. You'll see Bell Tower, Bank West, the beach yada yada.

This is of course, for no reason. Enjoy the view.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

--> Perth in Pictures Part 1


This entry is just a warming up session. More to come!
 Let's go!
 The cliche.

We're here!

The place where we stayed.
 The big kebab. Istanbul mari. AUD15.
 Night out.
The cute baby, Irfan. "I'm six..turning seven."

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

--> Pray4MH370: Mimpi Seorang Ustaz


Assalamualaikum.. Semalam, saya tidak bercadang kemana-mana ekoran seharian menahan sakit akibat gout. Sekitar jam 11 malam, sahabat lama saya (Fadli) datang ke rumah bersama adiknya. Tujuan mereka datang adalah kerana pinta saya ikhtiarkan mengubati Pak Cik mereka yang mengalami masalah sihir.

Kalau orang lain memang saya akan menolak. Tapi bila mengenangkan si Fadli ni kawan lama saya sejak dari darjah 1 dan kami pernah susah-senang bersama ketika bujang dulu, maka saya terima perlawaannya. Diringkaskan cerita, saya pulang ke rumah jam 3:10 pagi.

Lapar pulak perut saya bila sampai di rumah. Maka saya ajak isteri menemani saya makan di luar, di restauran yang hanya 2 kilometer dari kediaman kami. Sekitar jam 4 pagi, kami sudah ada di rumah. Mungkin kerana terlampau penat, saya terus lena sebaik saja kepala menghempas bantal.

Sebelum tidur, memang saya selalu bacakan Al-Kautsar 11 kali dan kemudian nyatakan seperti ini, “Ya Allah, kalau ada sesuatu untukku / pesakitku / penyakitku / apa saja, kau tunjukkanlah.” Entah kenapa malam tu saya terniat MH37O……

Saya melihat 2 pesawat terbang di udara. Sebuah adalah MH370 dan saiz kapal yang satu lagi lebih kecil berbanding MH370 tetapi bukan jenis kapal terbang tempur. Kapal terbang yang satu lagi itu juga bukan jenis pesawat komersial. Pada pendapat saya yang tidak arif tentang model kapal terbang, saya andaikan itu adalah pesawat persendirian.

Kedua-dua kapal itu terbang rendah di persisiran pantai yang kedudukan geografinya berbatu-batu besar. Saya kira pantai sebegitu bukan destinasi pelancongan kerana persisirannya membahaya untuk didiami..

Saya kemudian diperlihatkan suasana yang berlaku dalam kapal terbang MH370. Dari ruang penumpang, saya lihat masing-masing cemas di tempat duduk masing-masing. Melilau saya berjalan di dalamnya mencari krew penerbangan. Rupanya pramugari dan pramugara duduk di ruang belakang dan ruang depan berdekatan almari simpanan makanan. Ada dua bayi yang saya lihat menangis sambil ditenangkan ibu masing-masing. Mereka seolah-olah diberi amaran untuk tidak beralih dari tempat duduk. Wajah mereka ketakutan sama sekali.

Saya berjalan menuju ke ruang kemudi. Memang pelik bila saya lihat Kapten kapal dan pembantunya berhempas pulas menekan suis-suis yang ada dan cuba memusing stereng kawalan. Sepertinya, kapal terbang itu dikawal secara auto. Cemas wajah kedua-dua juruterbang tersebut.

Tiba-tiba, saya rasakan kapal terbang itu melencong ke kiri dan naik tinggi secara mendadak. Berhempas pulas Kapten cuba mengawal stereng pandu namun tiada apa-apa kesan. Tidak semena-mena kapal itu turun menjunam, kemudian terbang stabil membelah lautan. Saya terdengar suara di corong radio.

“You don’t ever try to change the route. There are no chance to turn back to your country. We control everything, we knew what you done inside”

Pemandangan saya ditarik keluar dari luar kapal terbang MH370. Saya seperti terbang di awan-awangan melihat kedua-dua pesawat di permukaan lautan yang saya tidak tahu namanya. Tiba-tiba, saya lihat pesawat yang satu lagi melepaskan sesuatu ke depan yang kemudian turun menjunam ke air sehala laluan MH370.

Kemudian, ruang air yang ditimpa ‘benda’ itu membuahkan letupan yang amat besar. Kapal terbang MH370 kemudian melalui ruang tersebut dan disedut ke dalam air dari ekor pesawat. Kelihatan ruang air di bawahnya berputar. Kapal terbang MH370 menjunam ke dalam air dari bahagian ekornya. Beberapa kali ia berpusing sebelum hilang dari pandangan.

Pesawat yang satu lagi melencongkan arahnya ke kiri dan terbang membelah awan. Saya masih di situ, memerhati kejadian yang tak pernah saya lihat dalam hidup. Sebaik saja air pusaran hilang, saya lihat dua serpihan besi terapung-apung di permukaan air. Serpihan itu terumbang ambing mengikut gelombang ombak yang ganas.

Saya tidak tahu apa yang berlaku pada nasib penumpang di dalam MH370.. Menitis air mata bila melihat kejadian itu. Tiba-tiba saya tersedar dari tidur… Termenung saya memikirkan mimpi yang dialami.

Saya berharap itu semua hanyalah mainan tidur dan sangat-sangat berharap kesemua penumpang di dalam MH370 masih hidup.. Sama-samalah kita berdoa akan keselamatan mereka.. Amin. - USTAZ DARUL MANZIL.

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--> Wordless Wednesday: CNN Pulls The Trigger!


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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

--> A Dog's Love


A dog in the Bolivian city of Cochabamba is quietly teaching the townspeople lessons in loyalty, love and perseverance.
The Bolivian dog has spent the past five years waiting on the corner of a street where his owner tragically died. The dog's story is so reminiscent of Hachiko, the famous Japanese dog who stayed outside a a train station for 9 years after his owner died, that some residents have named him Hachi. Others are calling him Huachito or Huachi.
The residents and the businesses on Pope Paul Avenue have observed Hachi waiting and grieving for his deceased owner over the years and shared his story.
"It has been five years since his owner died in a motorcycle accident," said Román Luján, the owner of a deli meat shop. The young man was a university student and followed the same route on motorcycle everyday with his dog chasing after him. Hachi would run behind the man's motorcycle and the student shouted to him to go home. The dog followed him for about two blocks and then returned home. Then, one day, the young man was hit by a taxi and died while on the way to hospital. Hachi remained on the corner, watching and waiting for him to return.
After the young man died, his family tried to take Hachi home but he ran away and returned to the place where is owner died. Martha Elizabeth Garcia, who sells newspapers in the area, said several neighbors in the area have also tried to take Hachi home. But he refuses to move from the corner. She said that every day Hachi walks down the street, sits on the corner and howls. "It is sad because he cries for hours on the planter, Martha told Opinion. "Some American tourists found out about his history in the market and wanted to take him," she said. But, she explained, Hachi seems to know when someone wants to take him and never lets himself get caught.
Over the years, the merchants and neighbors have taken care of the faithful dog. His sad eyes and loyal heart have aroused their compassion. They love him, feed him, give him water and care for him if he gets sick. When a vehicle struck him recently and he hurt his leg, the residents scolded the driver. They took up a collection and payed for a vet to look after Hachi's leg.
Although the one person Hachi hopes to see will never come back, Hachi has become part of everyday life in the neighborhood. His loyalty and devotion has ensured he has a new family looking out for him.
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Sunday, March 23, 2014

--> For The Love of Music


Some people find music as an escape door for problems that seem so torturing. I listen to music a lot for I find it very helpful to cure the bad feelings that keep bothering me. Country music would be my preference because of the lyrics that always speak my mind. Bob Marley once said, one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. "If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.”, said Einstein. 

This is a song about bully. I never experienced this but the writer and the singer of this song, Hunter Hayes mentioned that he wrote this song to reflect his previous life. As a music geek (he is proud to label himself that), he spent most of his time alone and he felt isolated. He graduated highschool at a very young age and he pursued his dreams. I admire for that. The moral is, never stop chasing your stars and strive your best! Have a good day everyone. 

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

--> The After-school Business


I am having doing my practicum in Sekolah Kluster Kecemerlangan SMK Bandar Utama Damansara (3) and most of the time, I enjoy the days here. Facing kids with high proficiency in English Language is a huge challenge because there is no language barriers for them to talk and to ask questions. I signed up for this and of course I will try my best to fit in. I will be teaching 4 Orked and 1 Teratai and the teachers over here have given me some intel about the students. Luckily, most of them are well-behaved students. 

 So this is me in the morning...looking good huh?
 Guess where was I after school? Yes! IKEA.
I was just so hungry and I had been wanting to go for some meatballs. Teaching is not easy peeps. For those out there who say 'teaching is easy and still, you get a handsome salary every month.', please rethink about it. Try to teach for a month...or in my case, try to teach for a week. Interested?

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

--> Puisi: Cintaku Jauh Di Pulau

Before reading this poem, make sure you have a song entitled, 'So Sad' (Instrumental, OST of Boys Over Flower). Do you have it now? Good. Hit play. Read.

Cintaku jauh di pulau,
gadis manis, sekarang iseng sendiri.

Perahu melancar, bulan memancar,
di leher kukalungkan ole-ole buat si pacar.
angin membantu, laut terang, tapi terasa
aku tidak 'kan sampai padanya.

Di air yang tenang, di angin mendayu,
di perasaan penghabisan segala melaju
Ajal bertakhta, sambil berkata
Tujukan perahu ke pangkuanku saja.

Amboi! Jalan sudah bertahun ku tempuh!
Perahu yang bersama 'kan merapuh!
Mengapa Ajal memanggil dulu
Sebelum sempat berpeluk dengan cintaku?!

Manisku jauh di pulau,
kalau 'ku mati, dia mati iseng sendiri.

Chairil Anwar, 1946

Why this poem? I was talking to my juniors and they asked me to read this poem with the instrumental playing as the background music. I laughed so hard because I thought they were playing tricks on me...but they were serious. Malay, Chinese, Punjabi all have read and done the same thing. I was like, "Okay...this is interesting..." So I gave it a try and it was bad because I laughed especially the 'Amboi!' part. Seeing my juniors reading it with emotions was amazing. They are very something I would say. I'll practice and make it better next time. Why don't you give it a try? It'll give you a feeling of something which I can't describe. It does. 

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

--> My Alter Ego.

I will never believe if someone says 'I don't have an alter ego.' C'mon, there are times when you feel so mad or happy or indecisive or different and there you go...the other side of you will just rise up without you knowing it. Following that would be the poor judgement either cursing someone or making promises that you'll regret the next hour.

Frankly speaking, I have this alter ego that only some of my friends know. I bottle up my feelings most of the time but I heal fast...not so fast though, usually according to the situation that I'm dealing with. Lately, I have been so stressful that I curse people directly. I'm not the kind of person who uses profaning words to anybody with the intention of making them to feel! Nobody likes to be scolded at and pushed around like you are a robot with no feelings and emotions.

I would like confess something. I don't like this place anymore especially the incompetent admins. I know our program is new to you but you should have prepared something for us. Outline whatever we need to do and stop pushing us around like the victim during the slavery years. I remember the first day I went to UPM. It's a big place and yet, there was not problem regarding our program over there and even if there were problems, the lecturers and admins would never drag us into their ring. How professional is that? I got to admit that, 39 of us have been working our asses out to understand and to be aware of regarding the unsettled business that we need to complete before taking our feet off for practicum. This place is so small yet why are you guys making everything so intricate? 

There was once when I tried to gather the lecturers for a meeting because everyone was so blurred since the briefing was very subtle. It was freaking hard that I needed to raise my voice. I was sorry for that but you never learned the first time so I had to do it again to wake you up. I just couldn't accept the words, "I don't want to discuss with him/her/them because I don't like him/her/them." That was merely stupid. The way each and everyone of you pushes us around making us regret coming back. Even worse, I've explained repeatedly about this program to most of you but you always asked the same thing over and over again. Does it mean that you don't want to know or it is just so hard that you can't even comprehend? You asked for the timetable and dates so I gave, but you didn't even refer to any of them when it came to setting up the problems appeared because everything was hair-wired and disorganised. You are just lazy aren't you?

The most interesting part of the events was, "Don't compare UPM with IPBA." Wow! Magical words! Why and what should we compare? You are not comparable at all! I'm grateful for the opportunity to study here but not to you. 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

--> Education of Humanity #Education


When we talk about education, the pictures that we will have in mind are school and university. Only some realize that education happens everywhere. Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one but these days, everyone can get education but only few can be educated. Look at the civilized world we are living today, led by the educated people who trigger wars as if they have do not understand humanity and clemency. Does this mean that schools and university fail to educate them? Does this mean that books do not come with instruction of having common sense? So here is a short story that I wrote for my assignment

Gilbert K. Chesterton once wrote, education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another. For Kamala, a single mother, she was one of hardcore poor who had tried so hard to raise her ten-year old daughter, Devi with proper education. They had nothing left after her husband, Siva was sentenced to death penalty for crime.

Every morning, Kamala woke up even earlier than the rooster to find something in the trashcan, something that was not rotten, anything, which could be eaten. She wouldn’t eat because she knew her daughter needed it more. She didn’t clean much because the huge concrete cylinder she called home had nothing much to clean. The house didn’t have a clock but she knew exactly when to prepare her precious daughter for school. Devi didn’t get pocket money, not even a cent, but she got the warmest kiss on her cheeks and forehead from her mother every morning. That sufficed her day…everyday.

William Blake in his words said that there are things that are known and things that are unknown and in between, there are doors. Blake never defines what may appear if one opens the door so Devi took the sweet candy that she had forever dreamed for. She stepped on the van. They whispered nice things to her. They told her that nothing would happen. They convinced her to calm down. They forced her to shut up. They hit her head against the wall. She fainted.

Time passes by, Devi is now nineteen, a beautiful young lady who works at the small salon. She cries everyday trying to find her mother. She cries in her sleep dreaming of those guys who painted black ink onto her innocent childhood. She spent many hours everyday combing the streets, asking people about the whereabouts of her mother. Even though she had a vivid memory of her mother's face, nothing much could be done as she did not have a photograph of her mother. 

It was a Friday. Devi went to the market like she always did every week. She saw an old lady begging for money. The face seemed rather familiar but it wasn’t her mother. She asked her, “Do I know you?”. The old lady starred at her closely, “Devi?”. The old lady was her former school teacher. “I was searching for you since the day they reported that you went missing. Your mother was so worried.” Devi burst into tears. “Where is my mother now?” she asked, shaking the old lady’s right shoulder. “Your mother is dead. She was hit by a car while she was out on the streets. She was looking for you, Devi.” Devi couldn't believe her ears. Her whole world seemed to crash down as she cried her lungs out. “And I…I was the one…who…who hit her…but…but it was an accident. I swear.” the old lady admitted. Devi stopped crying. The silence cut through them like a knife. And in that moment, Devi made a decision that would change her life forever. She took the old lady back to her rental house. She bathed her, cooked delicious food for her and she made her coffee. Devi convinced her that she didn't hold a grudge against her former school teacher for the death of her mother. She told her to let bygones be bygones. She not only accepted the old woman's past mistake but welcomed her into her life as if she was her own mother.

Robert Green Ingersoll mentioned that it is thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense. Devi put everything in the past behind her. She wrapped the past in a box and threw it into the ocean with a single kiss and a note written ‘goodbye’. She said to the past, “I let you go because you always held me back and made my steps slower.”

Devi is now starting a new life with a big smile. She may not have her mother around but at least she has someone that knows her now. The promises that she makes everyday before heading to bed, which is to further her studies will always be the key to unlock another door. This time around, she is going to put her heart on her sleeve and with her now, is the heart of a fighter…a survivor.

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