Sunday, 30 August 2015

Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Sunday, 17 May 2015

The Imitated Specialists

Human brain is complex. Subhanallah. That is why machine will never be able to mirror one's mind; very random at every second. Give one word and you can generate different ideas from that particular given word. Human's minds are unpredictable. That is the beauty of it which never bores me of living.


I recalled my meal time with mates. I sat there ordering the same spicy nasi lemak, yet the rice seemed more interesting than the topics discussed around the table. All the topics were centralised mostly from Facebook newsfeed, which I had randomly scrolled down the page in the morning. Everyone tried to be the so-called "specialists", just talking out loud the ideas which had been written from random Facebook newsfeed. Be it an economist, politician, philosopher, religious idol etc. One wants to be everyone. "The specialist", who have read the most (from Facebook) and seemingly had the most practical and reasonable ideas to match into the discussion group favour. 

If you saw the movie "The Imitation Game" where a group of mathematicians tried to decipher messages from a complex German's machine called Enigma, they kept it secret once they managed to decode it, Brits won the war. The unsung heroes were working underground. No one ever knew their works. 

Now back to the table, let say if I was one the Brits and my mates were Germans. The game here is to win the attention of the table. For instance, I have read about the news on Rohingya refugees, I proudly presented on their unique roots and why they were running from their country in the first place. My mates who were Germans would not repeat the same ideas of the topic, of course, in order to win the attention from the others.  They need to change the game in order to win over me. Thus, this requires me to do a lot more of reading outside of the common source. Unique, reliable source. Then, I will win this war. If this is ever a war. Of  attention (me being very little sarcastic).


Our country is now lacking of real specialists. Everyone can be in the media. Everyone can propose their ideas without having a solid background of the field. Instead of following the words from real experts, we instead in favours of following the trends. We are at the losing side because we are predictable. Mention MyVi, Rohingya, 1MDB, Tabung Haji, Pacman etc. once you open your mouth, you are predictable. If this is a war, we have lost. Big time.

A situation to ponder: When you have  a  rare skin problem, would you prefer a general practitioner or a skin specialist? 

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Mardi Gras

It's been two years since my last post and I'm totally craving to write on my new perspective as I'm standing at a whole new level. 

As an adult. 

It's been quite a while since I finished my degree in the U.K and even just completed my master degree here which I did at Unimas; 7 minutes away from home, twas one of my most enjoyable classroom since, well, very near to home. Yet, new demands  keep coming. On top of the list would be the wedding date, then new house, new homo sapiens and the list continues. I smiled at every single question. Everyone I know have their own personal candidate for me. At one point, I just paused.   

I asked myself if this is the "ideal"sequence of life events being born as a Malaysian guy:

Born-primary school-secondary school-SBP/MRSM/badass secondary school-degree-(wedding)-(kids)-cool fancy car(s)-master degree-(wedding)-(kids) (clever kids)-kick arse house-phd-grandkids-(genius grandkids)-Death

Well, there's nothing wrong with this "ideal" sequence of life events, at all. Who doesn't like all those fancy and famous things to talk about. Nonetheless, people keep pushing and comparing with what they have and what we do not have in life at this point makes me wondering if their current achievements and belongings are their "Mardi Gras", their masks to keep away from all those never ending questions.

Personally, one's life will never be comparable to any others. Keep it cool; things will flow, as they always do.

P/s: How I wish I am back in the U.K

Thursday, 8 November 2012

For who

The eyes still not sleepy as my mind is wildly wandering, thinking about something heavy, endless. I'm thinking about job, mid-term examinations, assignments, interview, money, family etc. Then snap, i have that mental image where i arrange all my academic certs in order; UPSR, PMR, SPM, A Level, Bachelor's Degree, Diploma and still collecting. What are these papers for? Just to get some acknowledgement? A better job? For who? I took a long sigh. This poor me keeps checking the calendar to find some free time to escape to the beach, the place i love the most. Nope, no free time until next 2 weeks, if there's no addition to the planner. Being so particular of a person is really tiring. Blame myself for being so particular about stuff, blame the family for having so high of expectations, blame the lecturers for giving too many of assignments, blame the society for putting standards and being judgmental. I always tell a joke to my mates; what if there's no need to find a job and we keep receiving money everyday out of nowhere? I thought i was joking, but it was my mind talking, hoping something like that could happen. Money, that evil thing. 

Then i give myself a phrase to complete. "If i am rich one day, have lots and lots of money, i would like to....". I close my eyes for a while, then the answer comes into my mind. Its not about having a big bungalow, driving a Lotus and partying hard all night. For myself, i just want to fly to Salzburg, my ever favourite place during winter, get on the train and just sit by the window enjoying the white view and dont want to get up like  there's no end to the train rail. A harmonious moment it is, for me.