Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Story of Inheritance

A short animated video explaining how we look like our parents, or our grandparents.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Call called Home

Home is where the heart is. I believe that, although I have slightly different ideas of where my Home is. Home is not necessarily my house in my hometown. Home is a pleasant feeling I have towards certain people in my life that made me feel so important and alive. It's a place in certain someone's heart where I can simply be myself - where I can express my ideas freely, laugh freely, and love truly - without fear of being judged.  Not that they don't judge, but they accept me for whoever I am.

Just like any home, we could have a condo or bungalow or a cottage which offers certain luxury and limitation. It'll depend on how close and comfortable I am to them. Only I know what kind of home they made me feel but as long as it is home, it always means something to me. Even a call, could make me feel like "home" .


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Give the respect, when the respect is due

There are certain people that you respect. Mainly because of their views, their ideas and their shared humanity values with you. They might disagree with you on one thing, but you could heed to their words on the rest. In other words, you still respect them for what they're worth. You're still inspired by whatever they are doing and you could disregard the fact that you disagree with some of their worldviews.
But there are also certain people who you look so high, and they seem so close to you but in the end, they are strangers to you. They simply don't get that they mean so much and their words weigh as much. And so they have different worldviews with you in a way that it actually relate to you. But this time, you're badly hurt. Hurt because the person you looked so high looked down on you or even worst, totally ignored the worthy of your words.. They disagree without any sensitivity and they hold to their views by violating the respect and hope that you have expressed for them. You stopped talking to them.  With all subtlety, you actually lose these people completely. In the end, the closest person to you causes the deepest wound you've ever known. Respect might still exists but the wound is too deep. You're not being judgmental. You're simply.. Hurt.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Work Vs Volunteering

Why call it a work, if you're so willingly do it?
Why call it a work, if you're not paid well
Volunteer and what you got will always be more

Why call it volunteer, if you sigh about "no payment"
All of us need rewards 
Not much into our pocket, but we need something in our heart.

The reality is harsh.
Money is still a necessity.

But let the money be our supplement
not our complement

P/s: That said, I can never work for money but when I start thinking about money, that job usually doesn't fill me well. I'm being extra idealistic today. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

My Reverse Culture Shock - List of should/shouldn't .

  1. I should stop counting. ...the days I've left NZ.
  2. I should stop comparing my life in these two different worlds. Different world demands different needs.
  3. I shouldn't tell too much stories about NZ to anyone. For some, it's a knowledge sharing. For many, it's a show-off.
  4. I shouldn't say that I miss NZ to my families.They have been waiting since forever for my return. 
  5. I should enjoy being dependant on my family. I've lived too long on my own.
  6. I should stop comparing cultures between these two worlds. The cultures are different and I have no right to say which cultures are better, no matter what my heart felt. Deciding so would imply that I've taken my root for granted.
  7. I shouldn't say anything about sensitive issues. People won't understand that I have different thoughts,they'd presume I have been encumbered by some foreign ideologies. 
  8. I shouldn't criticise or complain about anything. If it were to be translated as an insult, I'd be doomed. I should appreciate and tolerate things as it is.
  9. I shouldn't force myself to act like myself. I should conform. People talks if you're different. People talks. 
  10. I'm not a student anymore. The world is bigger and I've been absent from the supposedly-familiar land for a long time. I should accept that I'm a baby - I know nothing, have no skills to survive on this land so I should learn slowly. Step by step. Back to square one. Again, what do I want to do with my life? I have no idea. I'm a baby, yes. 
  11. The delay of work means delay of my re-adjusting progress. It's okay. I should take the time and sleep away all the upcoming challenges. After all, it hasn't arrived. It's the rebonding time with family. It certainly is the longest holiday I have ever felt at home. 

As much as I need my continuum freedom in decision making, everything seems like working in binary here. It's either I should or I should not. 

Should anyone read this,  some might feel uneasy. I apologize in advance. I'm not bragging. I might be sick - if you say so. I'll be fine soon. Fingers-crossed. 

state highway 8. 100km/h

Monday, January 23, 2012

Small Details Are What Life Is All About?

First there is a time when we believe everything, then for a little while we believe with discrimination, then we believe nothing whatever, and then we believe everything again - and, moreover, give reasons why we believe.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
(1742 - 1799)

You think you know something. Anything. You read. You listen. You discuss. You summarize what you knew. Or you think you knew. 

You pick a stand based on what you knew. Based on the summary of what you knew. You leave out the small details that you deem unimportant. Quite often, the summary is based upon generalization.

Generalization is powerful. Everything has a pattern. Fractals, numbers. In nature. In concrete. Either you find the formulas, or you create one. One size may not fit all. You create clusters of formulas. Among these clusters you choose what you can fit into categories. The process continues. It's a pattern. A repetition. Only at different scales.

Now. How do you choose the unimportant details? Is it simply because it's out of your chosen pattern? Or you discriminate the details and miss the actual pattern at a bigger scale? 

Just because we aren't well exposed to the "small" details, it doesn't mean that it's right to be taken for granted. What would an integration be without the constant C? It would be impossible to solve the problems. In short, even the smallest detail matters. 

Please don't take anything for granted. What we think is small may already be at large but we're denying the sense that we have to acknowledge that. They may not be the majority but they're there, screaming to be heard and to be put into the rightful equation. Small  quantities does not imply its degrees of importance in the same measurement. Proverb said

"Good things come in small packages" . 

Yes, that's exactly another generalisation but no, it's not completely absurd. 

Yes, discrimination is a big word. So be extra careful with our judgement. Pick ideas wisely. Also, let's have a bit of compassion for the people around us. Life would be much easier with more love and acceptance for diversity in life. 

In the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught - Babu Dioum 1968

Saturday, January 21, 2012

One month away from Civilisation

3 days ago marked the day that I've been home for a month. 

People talks a lot about Culture Shock. I experience Reverse-Culture Shock. Frankly, it's worst re-adapting than adapting to new environment. For me, that is. 

I tried to attend a religious talk this evening. The talk was scheduled at 9pm. My parents and I arrived at the hall before 9pm. From outside the hall I could still hear that Isya' prayer in mosque was not yet over. We sat in the hall, waiting for the speakers to turn up. Being quite an organizer myself, I understand the half-an-hour rule. It's half an hour of arrival for Malaysians. I reckoned the talk will start at 9.30pm. Eventually, the chairman started talking, at 9.50pm. (Yes. We waited for 50 freaking minutes) My mum has to work tomorrow so we left half an hour later. My mum left first, I followed later. She told me there were still people complaining outside that the talk has started when they themselves just got there at 10-ish! (Oh come, on!)

From my house I could hear the somewhat loud and highly energetic talk still going on at 11.56pm. The talk ended at midnight.

While Time is a classic concern of the Malaysians, particularly Malays hence "Janji Melayu", the thing that we take for granted always is the respect for minority. It seems so convenient for this Muslims majority country to put Quran recital or religious talk recording on loudspeaker for hours. For all to hear, including the non-Muslims of the entire town or village. Apparently, the loudspeaker is indeed LOUD.

While I still appreciate the Azan being on loudspeaker, I find other recordings are annoying for people who're sleeping, showering, resting, or do other non-spiritual things (like in the toilet). 

I also find it disrespectful of people other beliefs who need not to be told that they need to be converted. Over. and over again.  (Dear non-Muslim fellows, please don't tell me you're not offended. I would if I were you)

I also find it irritating to hear Imams preaching about political scam while they just want to put down political parties of their lesser interest. (In fact, I don't really care what politicians say. I'd rather find someone who works with that politician talks.) 

It is true that we wish to preach truth. We want to preach religion. To Muslims and non-Muslims alike. But if we don't practice respect, none of our speeches matter.  The message most likely won't get through.

If we don't respect time, we're wasting time. Q103: 1-3. (I'm sure a lot of people memorise these powerful verses).

If we don't respect other people, don't blame people when they play deaf or blind. (What else to hear if what you hear is noise and what else to see if what you see is just a mess)

I call this a reverse culture shock mainly because of the punctuality of the Western culture that I admire and also the respect that they practice in most cases especially when it involves privacy. I'm not saying that our country is bad. I'm just saying that there are certain things that hasn't changed while it should have changed. And there are certain things that are just getting worst. 

There are more to my Reverse-Culture Shock but mainly I keep it from public, including my family. It is for me to experience and deal with. What I put above, is for all to see and reconsider. What have we done to our culture and community?

P/s: Alright, I do agree with the anonymous reader who claims that the title is an overstatement. Frankly, it was just a catch to get people reading. Malaysians still lack of reading culture. I apologize. I still love my country for what it's worth.