Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Wahai pelangi
Engkau cuma sejalur kain berwarna
panjangmu tak sampai sedepa langit
Apakah erti hadirmu pada langit ini
Apakah dayamu menandingi langit ini

oh pelangi
apakah kuasa kamu
apakah sihir kamu
anak adam semua terlupakan langit

wahai anak adam,
jangan engkau lupa,
pelangiitu berkunjung sementara
pelangi itu datang membawa indah
ia juga datang membawa hampa dan bala

anak – anak adam
pelangi hanya sekadar hiasan
langitlah punca sumbermu
langitlah punca nafasmu
langitlah inilah asas hidupmu

jangan engkau anak adam
terpesona dan terpedaya
pelangi indah menawan
penakluk hati yang suci
penebus hati yang berkecai nanti

sedarlah anak adam….
Lihatlah pada langit
Ia sentiasa bersamamu….
Tanpa masa dan waktu…

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Life : it is always road not taken….

Sometimes, I really hope that I was not given any choices when it is time to decide something. Choices will just leave the decision undecided. This is very true. Sometimes, when we were forced to choose the only option available, the decision must be made and carried doesn’t matter by hook or by crook. Well, this is life.
There are times when we really need some options to choose. There are also times where we never hope the choices were available so that we can proceed. The question is why choices will seem to make things undecided. Well, this is simple. Let say if you are lost in the big city, if there is not much branchy road then you can reach the other end very soon and you will know where are you going to stop. However, if the road you lost is branchy road, there are too many choices for you to choose and decide before you can reach the other end. Sometimes, you really regretted your choice and want to move back and walk the other road that you didn’t choose. This is why the time is longer because your footstep never in one pace and distinction.
After all, you will always want to move to the front but your heart is always being hold back by the other option you didn’t choose. Well, it is always the road not taken. Life there is no return. When the decision had been decided, we have to move on. There is no point turning back because you will need to restart all over again. Yes, it is true that you can restart all over again but my question will be how many times do you have to restart all over again? The reality is that how much life do you have to restart all over again?
Not just that, the efforts and the impact for one to start all over again are not just involve on that particular person. It is a very high amplitude decision that affect al the people around him or her. Simple question will an overall view of his situation I stated: do you think you can remarry another person when you found that your husband or wife was not the right person for you? Well, nowadays people will say it is easy, just divorce and that is it. Life is not that simple. The elderly will know what lies behind a divorce and what lies behind a marriage that not really understood by the people nowadays. Well, this days people want a simple life but actually they messing an playing with daily chores that make their lives more complicated and complex.
Well, life can be very simple. Just decide what it is suppose to decide and move on. No matter the pros and cons the decision that we had decided, we had to take it up and life goes on. If look carefully, those pros and cons is what we so called a conclusion of our lives when we breathe out our last breath. Life is always the road not taken but let the road not taken jealous on us rather than we jealous on the road not taken….

Monday, October 11, 2010

Pen or Pencil...

This evening I am having the Biostatic quiz before the lecture ended. The questions were projected on the screen and we need to answer both of the questions. After reading the question, I had pop out with a silly question that sound: “Miss X, can I use pencil to answer the quiz?”

Well, an university student is asking the lecturer whether he can use a pencil to answer his quiz or not. At first I thought it was nothing. I assume it is part of the jokes of the day. After hearing the answer from Miss X, I suddenly think that it is a joke of my life. Her answer is: “Hmm, answer it with pen la…this must be very not confident with yourself. That is why you want to use pencil.”

Like usual, I will deny most of the answer provided by this Miss X. however, this time I had a very different feeling. I had thought a lot about what she said throughout the quiz. My dear reader, think twice…when do we use pencil to write most of the things in our daily lives? When do we use pen to write down all the important notes daily? Think again…

When we are small, I mean when we are kid in the primary school, we were taught to use pencil to write and we were provided with an eraser. When we had written wrong, we can just simply erase the wrongly written letter or words. Then, we rewrite to correct the mistake written earlier. This somehow makes writing seem to have nothing wrong just that there are a bit dirt behind our writing. It sometimes seems to be like the water mark and make the writing perfectly match it.

As we grew older, we are into the maturity phase of our lives. As we enter this phase of life, we had come across many new things and new feeling that we seldom come across as a kid. On of the item being introduce is using the pen. I still remember when I was in Standard 6, most of my friends wanted to use a pen so badly in their homework. I was questioning myself about that. I am wondering why they so wanted to use a pen? For me both the pen and pencil are the same. This is especially black inked pen.

As I enter Form 1, we were asked and forced to use pen to manage our daily homework and teachers usually requires a blue inked pen for that. Just like pencil, we were being introduced with ‘liquid paper’ too. It is used to erase the faulty writing. However, the usage of the pen is very much different from using a pencil. When we had written something wrong with pen, we need to use liquid paper to correct it. The liquid paper will left the scar on the paper and it is very significant that we had written something wrong on the paper. Compare to using a pencil, we just erase it and that is it. Nothing much scar was left on the paper.

Thus, most of us later keep n asking the teacher whether we can use the pencil or not. Actually, it is whenever we were not confident to write down something, we will ask the teacher and request to use the pencil. Why?

This is so that we can correct the wrongly written items on the paper easily. If we use a pen, it takes time for the liquid paper to dry and rewrite the correct writing on the liquid paper sometimes is very difficult. Then, we were taught to just draw a horizontal line over the wrong written letter. This has lead writing to get worse. The paper with the essay writing was like a piece of art of line across the words and letter.

When look back this on me today. It has nothing much different. This is actually what life is as well. As a kid, when we had did something wrong, we can just erase it and correct what we had did wrong. Just like the pencil and eraser. It left nothing much scar on the paper. As we grew adult, this piece of paper will just become part of our memory and sometimes being forgotten as well.

In the adulthood, our lives are just like a pen and liquid paper. Every wrong step will leave a terrible scar on the paper. It takes longer time for use to correct something that we have did wrongly. It is just like waiting for the liquid paper to dry up before we can write the correct letter on it.

When we are kid, whenever we had did something wrong people will be very forgiving. Instead they will think that the wrong step taken by the kid will be the life long experience and it is also the teacher of life that the kid should bring to the last breath of life. However, human is living in reality and not in the ideal situation. We will forget this easily-forgiven lesson and keep on repeating the faults until some scar had permanently curved on our memories. That is why adult want to be kid so much. It is just like using a pencil with a eraser.

As we grew older, our memories and experience will also being piled up. At the same time, our faulty also increases. How do we really want to manage the faulty or mistakes that we had generated is very much depending on how we want to face the consequences. Last but not least, as an adult…we always have the choices to choose to either to use a pen or a pencil to write down our life on a piece of paper…when there are mistake, then you will question yourself…is pen or pencil better…my answer will be…no matter it is pen or pencil…you still have to write…that is life…..

Monday, October 4, 2010

will the properity come for a visit again?

It has being a long time since I ever post something over here. Well, I had a lot to write but I do not have the time. However, I had pulled myself up to write about this scene I had seen a few days ago. I was having my dinner at some restaurant nearby my campus. I saw this Chinese family sitting on the table nearby. There are two kids and their parents. On the other table there is another Indian family consisting of a mother and three children. They are all having their male while I had just order my meal. I heard one of the Chinese family kids ask her mom: Mommy, why are the black colour?
Can you guess what did the mother said? I was guessing that the mother will said that they Indian was born to be black skinned due to their genetic. Well, it was quite scientific answer. However, I heard a very different answer and I felt so amazed with the answer…the mother answer is “well, they seldom bath ma…that why their skin is full with ‘daki’ and they all ma black lo” luckily I was not drinking my water. If not I am very sure that I had already spurt out on the spot. It was very funny and I was holding my smile so that the Chinese family does not notice that I am smiling at them.
Then the father supports the answer of his wife: “If Ah Mei (I think is that little girl’s name) no bath probably then will be a black as them lo… if yu dowan be black like them you must bath probably and dun get near them so much in school k”
After listening to the answer of the father, I suddenly had a very cold feeling deep in my heart and I do not feel that their conversation has any humor anymore. Instead I felt a cold sweat sweep through my ears. Luckily the Indian mother and her children do not understand Chinese. Maybe she understand but just ignore them.
I am wondering if this is our community nowadays, the parent guidance for the children is in such a ‘special’ way, then no wonder we have so many blogs and the post on facebook talking about racism. I cannot inaging what kind of mindset the little girl will be when she grow up with the influence about a multiracial society. If she really believes her parents words thatn I bet when she had grown up, she wunt have many Indian friends. Maybe she will just live in the Chinese community.
Parents actually play a very important role in the children cognitive and social development. Any slippage in the parental education will result a hazardous consequences in the future. There are things that about other races that we can make fun with and humorous but when this humor comes into some sensitive thinking, it is no longer a joke.
It is actually a very saddening incident in Malaysia that we can read a lot of articles and post in facebook and blog and other website about faulty belief in religion and negative view of other races believe. We have a very hot issue about the quran book burning by the Christian about 911, we had also heard about the influences of the Christ in depleting the muslim believe. At the same time we also had heard many things about racism.
Have we ever wondered why all these consequences never happen in the older days? I am not a very old man but I had used to grown up in a multi racial environment. My mother had hired two baby sitter to take care of me when I was a baby; an Indian single-mother and a Malay mother with 3 kids. Up to this days, I am still in contact with them. Visiting each other during festive season. My old house allow me to experience the real prosperity living in the multi racial society. Nowadays, me and my family do not really like the new neighborhood because every corner is all Chinese. We prefer the old house because we had all kinds of races in every corner of the neighborhood. This include the Indonesian.
What had made us nowadays is actually what our history is. It is like making a cake. The dough will make the flavor of the cake in the future. However, I do not know where is the part that had went wrong making the society in Malaysia today not like before. If I ever ask this question to any of the minister, I bet I will have the same answer but a different variable. Each race will blame other races for the racism. If that is the answer that will be given by the minister, then no wonder why the olden days will never visit Malaysia again.
I really miss my older days where I can run in and out the house of my neighbor, sleep overnight no matter it is Indian or malay house. I always remember my mom had told me that my grandmother had scolded her for hiring an Indian as a baby sitter. She also got scold for letting me sleep overnight at the malay house. Well, that is what a Malaysian should be I bet. We do not really care what skin colour are you but the feeling of being togetherness as a neighbours. My mom has no worries to let me take care by any races because she believe and confident about my safety with them. Are nowadays mother will be able to do so? I am not sure but I am very thankful that my mom had given me this precious view about multiracial society.
After all, I really hope that the multiracial prosperity will arise and bring back all those old days that I had pass through. I really hope that the mother will think twice about what she had told her little daughther….