Friday, 5 December 2014

Mockingjay

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of hope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Thursday, 27 November 2014

One of the girls is getting married.

Alia.

She's getting married this Saturday. I have a mixed feelings, happy, excited, and... sad. I am sad to think that we are so grown up now someone is getting hitched. Soon, she's pregnant (I bet she will have a child before my wedding day). I am happy to know she is getting owned by someone she truly loves, and by someone whom love her deeply. I am excited to meet my bestfriends again, well, wedding has always been a reunion.

I pray that the future husband and her will live happily ever after and get through all the challenges in the marriage life.

Love always,
Me.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Vacay

11 days to go.
I hope everything will go as planned.
But if it turns out differently, I hope it will be remarkable and full of sweet things to be remembered upon.

Bismillah.

Monday, 14 July 2014

The Art of Looking Ahead by Gareth Armstrong (copied from Linkedin)

I have marveled time and again how often people, while driving, will come up behind me, pressing me to go faster, and when I look ahead it is clear we are not going to make it through the traffic light. Often these people will become frustrated or even aggressive if I do not speed up or move over. And then, a moment later, I pull up next to them at the red light I saw coming.
The big question is why? Why would someone speed towards a light only to have to stop? Why would a person become aggressive in this situation?
The answer to me is a simple, yet vitally important one:

Vision
These people, whoever they are, are acting in the now, not considering what is ahead – even just 50 metres down the road.
Benjamin Franklin said it this way: “All human situations have their inconveniences. We feel those of the present but neither see nor feel those of the future; and hence we often make troublesome changes without amendment, and frequently for the worse.”
The more alarming consideration or implication is that if they are unable to look down the literal road on which they are driving, how many are able to look down the roads of their lives, their divisions, or their organisations?
The answer of vision may be a simple one, and many of you might agree that this is the missing link, but do we really understand the immense effect having, or not having, a vision brings with it?
Let us consider a few points that help us see and understand what a vision enables one to do:

Energy and Substance
Science tells us that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred. If any of you remember your science classes, you might remember doing experiments where something that seemed inanimate and solid, when introduced to the right substance, became alive as it changed, burned or melted. This additional substance, or catalyst, assisted the original material to change its behaviour and do something very different to what it was doing without it. The change we witness is the change from Potential energy into Kinetic (action) energy.
The introduction of a well thought out, well articulated vision will always be a catalyst changing potential and hidden energy into action and activity.
“If you want to be happy, set a goal that commands your thoughts, liberates your energy, and inspires your hopes.” Andrew Carnegie, self made millionaire and philanthropist.

Direction and Purpose
I hope we all know or remember the conversation shared by the grinning Cheshire cat and Alice in the book and film Alice in Wonderland? While wandering lost in the woods, Alice is met by this strange character. She takes the opportunity to ask for directions. The cat responds by asking her where she wants to go. “I don’t much care where –” replies Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” says the Cat. “– so long as I get somewhere,” Alice adds as an explanation. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” says the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
How many of us are walking with no purpose or direction? A vision changes all of this. If our response to the cat is the same as Alice’s, then we need to sit down and do a serious stock take of our life and potential future.
More than this though, and we’re heard this saying many times before, “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” In fact, The Roman Empire is said to have existed, from its founding until its ultimate demise, for approximately 2,214 years. But for its first 500 years, Rome was unstable and had no real power. It was only when there was a unified ideology and vision for what Rome could be and do that she eventually became the empire we read about today.
Once this vision was in place, steps were taken every day to achieve it – some large and dramatic, some small and seemingly unnoticed.
“You’ve got to think about big things while you’re doing small things, so that all the small things go in the right direction.” Alvin Toffler, writer and futurist.

Measureable Execution
Thomas Edison said, “Vision without execution is hallucination.”
Returning to the conversation between Alice and the Cheshire cat, the final lines added by the cat hold additional value: “Oh, you’re sure to do that, [get somewhere]” says the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
I don’t know about you, but I am not a willing participant in any run or race where I don’t know where I’m going or for how long I will need to go. In order to achieve the very best performance in a race, athletes, while training, will set themselves milestones relating to the distances required in the race. By doing this, they can measure their fitness and condition against what will be required of them in their chosen event. Knowing this, they can adjust or tweak their training regime to assist their performance.
With a goal in mind, we are able to spend our time and energy knowing we are going somewhere. And if that goal or vision is well defined and constructed, we are then able to further measure our performance, which will lead to added effort and output.

Leaders need a vision
Leaders need a vision just as much as those he or she is leading need one. Leading someone implies a destination, and if you have no vision or goal, are you really leading anyone?
Truly extraordinary leaders will always strive to create a clear vision in the mind of their followers because they understand what a vision does to and for the people. Leaders are really in the business of leveraging powerful vision for the purposes of utilising the energy within individuals to execute in a particular, potentially predefined, direction, with the aim of achieving a goal.
Goals and vision are not always the same, and are often communicated very differently.

Followers need to see themselves in the vision
All this talk of vision is useless unless there is buy in into that vision from others. Without buy in, a vision remains intangible and powerless. One might ask how one makes a distant goal tangible?
Herein lays one of the secrets of extraordinary leaders throughout history.
“If you want to build a ship, don’t herd people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Extraordinary leaders help their followers hear, see, touch, taste and smell their futures. This is a wonderful measure of the extent to which we communicate goals and visions as leaders.
I began this article discussing traffic lights and driver behaviour. I described a phenomenon experienced by all of us every day. Perhaps in many cases we are these drivers?
Let us now decide to raise our eyes and look a little further down the road. Let’s consider more carefully the visions we have for our own futures, and how they affect what we say and do. And then the let us consider the visions we have for our divisions and organisations, and how these visions impact what we do today.


copied and paste.

Friday, 27 June 2014

I'd do anything for you, love.

Never wanna stand up for myself
Never wanna get in the way, I said it
I don’t know what the plan is, 
But you can share with me, ‘cause I’ll 
Be listening here, 
To everything you say, I won’t turn away
And I will listen, open up my heart and
I must say that I love you, so

Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than ever before 
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than I’ve ever known

Every day is a battle I face
Strange life i live but its what you've decided
I’ll give it all into your hands, 
Do what you will with me, and oh
I’ll smile when you speak
Remember all those times I was hoping for something
And shaking my head from all I have done
But you never left me

Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than ever before 
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than I’ve ever known
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than ever before 
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than I’ve ever known

Give it up for you, I would give it up for you
I would give it up for you, I’d do anything for you

Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than ever before 
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than I’ve ever known
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than ever before 
Oo la love, I’ve fallen in love, and it’s better this time than I’ve ever known

I have fallen in love
I have fallen in love
I have fallen in love

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Blank page.


For a second I thought I have everything in life.
Until I saw someone who has more than what I have now.
Until I realized, there are more unfortunate people than me.
Until I knew, I have what I am supposed to have.

Tears were falling down fast.

Be grateful to what you have now and then.
Embrace. Be proud.

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Things About You.

It has been unofficially two years now. I love you, yes.

You know, I used to dream about my Mr. Right. I always imagined what would it be like to have my Mr.Right. I daydreamt about almost all my free time, before sleep, especially. I loved doing it.

My MrRight would be someone who has high patience in me. I consider myself unpredictable in the predictable, if that ever make sense. I am always full of my self. I have an attitude problem, super stubborn, and refuse to listen to others. Well, I DO have my own good sides. But I want my MrRight to notice all the bad sides first. Cause, based on my theory, if he has knew my bad sides and still love me, he has accepted me with all his heart.

My MrRight would be someone who still pamper and spoil me with love whenever I become grumpy, moody, and depressed. He listens to my stupid bimbo stories all the time and condemn me with his jokes. He hugs and kisses to my stupidity and innocence.

I always wanted a smart guy, smarter than me. Cause I will always want to look up to someone about a few things about the world which are matter to me, and I want to look up to him.

I used to dream a lot about my Mr.Right. More than I had mentioned above.

I have you now, oh you know who you are, if you are reading this. I cannot compare you to anyone else cause you have already conquer the top position in my heart. No one can compare to you too. I don't know how you do it, or you did it, but you are real. This is a dream came true.

I have found you. You are my definition of MrRight. Yes, you are. Happy Anniversary. It is just a date, but it matters to both of us.

ILYMAN.

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Copied from Linkedin, by Rita J. King. Inspiring.

Why do many men tend to think "Who wouldn't want me?" while women wait for the perfect opportunity?

Why do so many men apply for jobs when they meet only half of the qualifications, while women tend to perceive that unless they're 100% qualified on paper, they shouldn't apply?

An excellent article in The Atlantic by Katty Kay and Claire Shipman takes a long, hard look at The Confidence Gap and what women can do about it. This issue manifests in lots of areas, including STEM careers, with girls who lack confidence shying away from science, engineering and math.

Confidence issues tend to start in childhood, in different ways in different places. Even the most privileged girls, those who are highly educated in safe environments, read textbooks full of the "he" pronoun, as if it's unthinkable that "she" might grow up to enter the realm of intellectual manhood.

I can tell you the exact moment when I was broken of this problem in childhood. It's fresh in my mind because I was thinking about it last night while watching a TED talk by Dan Ariely that asks: Are we in control of our own decisions? To a large extent, the answer is no. Problematically, we don't realize how susceptible we are to mimicry, and how far social conventions and desires really push us to conform.

It happened during the Cabbage Patch Kid craze in Brooklyn. For those of you who don't know, Cabbage Patch Kids are ugly dolls with soft bodies and hard faces. Sometimes they have one dimple, sometimes two. When I was in the fourth grade, every girl in my class had one. Not just one. They had two, three or sometimes four. They brought them to school, propped them up on their desks and prepared their young elastic brains for motherhood by simulating diaper changes at recess. They didn't play with me because I didn't have a Cabbage Patch Kid.

You can imagine how much angst I experienced, being bullied at school and, in my mind, at home, by parents who absolutely refused to cave to my demand that they get me a doll immediately. I didn't make it easy for them. I begged and pleaded incessantly. I'm sure I said things that broke my mother's heart (to this day she hates the mere mention of Cabbage Patch Kids). I accused them of being negligent parents, putting their own unwillingness to stand in line and shell out a ridiculous amount of money over my well-being. I cried myself to sleep and dreaded going to school. Mostly, I was furious that the boys didn't have to deal with this dynamic. I wasn't a boy and I didn't quite feel like a real girl, because I didn't conform to the requirement that I simulate motherhood with a stuffed object. I also wasn't allowed to wear Swatch watches, which lined the wrists, stacked three, four, five deep, of the girls.

Why did my parents subject me to this torture?

My parents sat me down and repeatedly explained it to me. If they got me a Cabbage Patch Kid, there would never be an end to the things I would want just because I was brainwashed by social pressure into wanting them. I didn't understand brainwashing or social pressure. I just wanted the problem to go away. I wanted to be like everyone else. And that, they told me, was the problem.

"Do you want to be a leader," they would ask, "or a follower?"

I'm pretty sure I screamed FOLLOWER about a million times.

The crisis hit a crescendo when one of the girls had a Cabbage Patch Kid slumber party. She was on my softball team, and our fathers were the coaches. I dreaded going, but I went. My mother made me a doll to bring, which was, as you can imagine, its own special little nightmare, since the only thing worse than not showing up with a Cabbage Patch Kid was bringing something that obviously wasn't a Cabbage Patch Kid as if that was acceptable. I was ostracized during the party, and it was crushing.

The next morning, my mother was finally overcome by my humiliation. She picked me up and took me to the mall and told me we could buy a Cabbage Patch Kid. So many times I had fantasized about choosing one of the woolen-haired dolls, each of which came with its own name and adoption certificate. I had played this miraculous moment over and over again in my mind, and it had finally arrived.

We got to the mall, and faced off against the rows of dead-eyed dolls in cardboard boxes behind clear plastic. It was then that I realized I didn't actually want one. I had come too far, and I felt like metal that had been galvanized in a hot fire and pounded into shape. Instead of the shape being the predictable one dictated by the sense of belonging among the girls in my class, I discovered that I had emerged as myself. That feeling was mine to lose, and I've treasured it ever since.

My mother took me for chocolate chocolate chip ice cream and we ate in silence, then drove home. I went to school the next day and took my notebook with me. I started writing down my observations about the girls and the boys, and the teacher, and the way we learned, and how we all knew when to stand for the Pledge of Allegiance and recite words that had been repeated so many times without context that they very nearly lost all meaning.

It took me many years to realize that it is our choice to resist the overwhelming urge to mimic our peers, and further, that in so doing we can learn to bend reality to our own imagination. This is what true liberation is about, and it is also the best means to develop a stable foundation with the hope of making genuine contribution to a world that often resists progress. Dan Ariely says we don't really know what our preferences are, and that's why we think we prefer the things we pick, even though for the most part, social pressure and convenience pick our path. My parents were right. Had they gotten me the Cabbage Patch Kid, it would have just been one thing after the next, questing after things with no value that I had a burning desire to possess just because that's the easiest way to feel normal and develop a sense of belonging.

When I was finally faced with the chance to have the doll, I realized that I didn't actually value it. This is what started me down the path to realizing what I do value. Free thinking and opportunity has always topped the list. Like a DeBeers manipulation campaign that still forces men to conform to awkward navigation of an absurd process of wasting money and then getting down on their knees to leave a woman feeling triumphant or dejected over the size and expense of a stone, those dolls were a form of conformity that didn't seem toxic at the time. I mean, what could be more natural than a girl with a doll, or a newly engaged woman with a big shiny rock? These are among the great milestones of a woman's life, right?

Not this woman.

When you accept the preferences of society, you tend to forget that nobody is qualified to do anything until they put in the hard work to achieve that goal. Nobody is any more or less qualified than you.

I teach the same to every girl who crosses my path.

Thursday, 3 April 2014

What I miss the most...

I miss my student's life when I was still studying in the university.I miss the smell of my hostel, my compartment, my bed, my study desk. I miss to wake up in the morning and get ready to class which is not necessarily 6am in the morning.I miss packing my files, listening to the lectures, playing my phone in the class, sit for exams, quizzes, doing presentations etc etc.

I miss my friends. We were so close in the university and suddenly we all just separated. They are everywhere now, working in Kerteh, in Kajang, in the centre of Kuala Lumpur. Rarely to meet each other, only once in a blue moon. It is difficult to gather everyone together in one place at one time. And it has been more than one year now. This is quite hard for me to adapt, to accept or probably to let go. We used to hang out almost 6 days in a week. Not once we havent met each other. Studied together in the library before exams coming, had lunch and dinner together, did the stupid things together, we were always there together. Not anymore.

But I know one thing, deep in our hearts, we do miss each other. We wish we were closed like before. We wish to have hung out like before, sometimes we wish to have stayed together in one house.

The end of How I Met Your Mother really gave some emotional impact to me. It reminds me of... the last day we were together, during on our convocation day. The feelings are almost, but not quite, the same.

Whenever you are friends, we still have each other.

Monday, 17 March 2014

norah jones.

Yesterday I saw the sun shining
And the leaves were falling down softly
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch
And I was thinking about you.

When you sail across the ocean waters
And you reach the other side safely
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinking about you.

Monday, 10 March 2014

#MH370

All my prayers and thoughts are to the people in the aircraft and their families. This is a very disconsolate news to bear upon. If it were the people I love in the aircraft, I must have... well. Yes, I do not know how to react, the feelings, I can never understood. I hope these people are strong enough to face all these which Allah knows better. 

I feel a bit annoyed though for some reasons to some group of people. Stop being so naive about some things. You should know that we live in a very different version of community. Some might agree, some might argue, some might questions, some might say Yes or No, some might just nod their head and leave, some might be angry, some might being critical, but these are all what we live for, what we were born into. If we have to agree and say Yes all the time, you know it is not good. So let people be. Let them be at their best. We just listen and observe, cause this is what we do. Or else, if you would like to argue, that is what you do.

We are entitled to our own opinion, why bother what others want to say. Some may say, "The authority knows how to do it, stop complaining." If you are thinking outside of your narrow mind, you might be come up with a question like this "If nobody complains, who will ensure the authority is doing the right thing?" Or if it didnt come to your head, then you are a true follower, just make sure you follow the right 'thing' (subjective).

So, if the media or the citizens are asking hard questions to the government about the tragedy, it is their right to ask, to know what is happening. My advise is, to have a little bit of patience, this is not an Anwar case where he got sentenced after the verdict on the same day, unusual thing to happen in Malaysia Court.This is the lives of the people, the heartbreaking moment for the families, the missing puzzles to be searched and looked upon, the details, the hidden agenda, the motives, etc etc.

Patience, and pray. 

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Walk the talk, people say.

Always say something that you have experienced, physically, mentally and spiritually. Cause you will never understand and you will only understand once you have gone through with it.

If you only read it in a book, you may have increased the level of your knowledge, but you cant explain the exact situation cause you never experienced it in the first place.

I always have this believe that a good advise may come from the brokenhearted people, from a terrible stranger, from a cripple you are sitting with in the bus, who knows. Cause they knew something you might dont even know.

That is why, we need to learn a lot. Learn not only from the book, learn from the world, from our life, from whatever opportunities that cross our path, we might learn some lessons.

Peace.

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Page 1.

Probably I am just missing the time and moments I had being a student. Writing assignments, doing research, quoting from books, finding literature reviews and so on, and so on.

Probably I am just missing to write about what I thought, my perception of the world.

I am not a good writer.

I have been thinking to do something beneficial in between. Reading is the best solution in filling up free times, but in between reading and listening to the music, and sleeping, and daydreaming, and talking to myself, I guess I have to write.

Well, I guess I end this first post with a quote from Haruki Murakami's What I talk about When I talk about Running...:

"What's crucial is whether your writing attains the standard you've set for yourself. Failure to reach that bar is not something you can explain away. When it comes to other people, you can always come up with a reasonable explanation, but you cant fool yourself...
Im at an ordinary - or perhaps more like a mediocre - level. But thats not the point. The point is whetehr or not I improved over yesterday. In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be."