Words of Wisdom ...or so it seems...


Saturday, 17 September 2011


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Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Man in the Mirror....

I love George carlin. He had this talent of delivering deep and meaningful messages (well deep to those who have the capability and desire to ponder upon them), in a package of hilarious presentation. Then again, he was a stand up comedian. Tough job if you ask me. I think today, the only people who can actually make you ROFLOL (that's cyber language for "Roll onto floor laughing out loud" for those of you born in BD, before dinosour, and baffled) would be the politicians.

But listen to this one. Are the politicians comedian by choice, or by chance, or perhaps both? I mean, come to think of it, WE put them there via our democrasy process. Perhaps it is us , the rakyat who deserve to be the jokers who put the politically inclined bigger jokers where they are today to give us mother of all entertainment.

So if we, the rakyat are the people responsible for today's politicians, let's take a closer look at us.

Michael Jackson sang "Man in the Mirror" and people sang along and dance along. But how many actually understood his simple message. Most of us don't even have time except for a quick glance in the mirror on the way to exit through the door in our daily rush to work, just enough time to check whether there is no food particles stuck in our teeths and hairs from sleeping on the dining table due to extreme exhaustion from our daily routine. (well, this could happen especially to career mothers with 4 children for example).

Take a look at how we drive on the road for instance. Take a look at how we go about in our daily dealings with the people around us. Ponder earnestly on these. Ask ourselves this question and answer it sincerely and honestly, "How do I see myself in the mirror?". Am I the one bribing the authorities, the politicians et al, just to get my project executed so that I can make more money to bribe more people along the way to making myself rich? Am I the one who, although did not do something selfish like that , but keeps reticent when I encounter such things happening within the family or to the people I know? Am I the one who likes to put down nasty comments on the blogs and facebook , joining the choir of condemnation of say bribary issues yet feels very happy when I get as many hampers during the celebrative seasons? Am I giving those opinion based on what I think is the right thing or is it because it is the right thing for me and my interest? Do I support and vote for the politicians because they can get the job done right and clean, or do I support and vote for them because again, they take care of my personal interest?

Ever heard of the "Indian Crab Story"? One of my closest Indian buddy use to narrate this to me sometime back when we had the time to sit around after work and enjoy a cup of teh tarik and the complimentary time to bitch about the world. Crabs get on top of each other to surface from the gutter and in the end, the pile of struggling crabs falter in totality. Doesn't this sound familiar? Perhaps Darwin got sidetracked with the amount of hair monkeys have and thought humans evolved (if ever at all) from them. Perhaps Darwin is half right. Perhaps he overlooked that some humans may have evolved from crabs. I mean, some of us are incapable of walking in a straight path yet tells others to do so. And then there's that stepping on each others' heads to get somewhere. Ponder on this.

In the West, people help each other and together they progressed. Their culture is to nurture one another (with the exception of America's Capitalism if I may say look at them). "Development" meant not just mere materialism, but also the development of human as a whole. In Malaysia for instance, our development is mostly covered in the aspect of materialism, and human development is not as a whole, but as a hole...a foetid sinkhole sometimes. I mean, we look at Saifool's case as a hole right? And what a busy hole it is. In short, we have neglected human development and today, cause and effect had taken it's toll. Majority, no longer do the right thing, but the right thing for them to gain personal interest.

So the next time you want to critisize the politicians, as a whole or hole, do me this favor. Stand in front of a mirror for 10 minutes, look at yourself in reflection and ask yourself, "Do I like what is staring back at me?"

Monday, 12 September 2011

Ad from Zubedy : Have a Meaningful Hari Malaysia

An ad from Zubedy :

Have a meaningful Hari Malaysia

"The primary goal of nation-building must be for the purpose of humanity, a fellowship of virtues, and collective wellbeing, regardless of race, ethnicity and religion."

-Almarhum Ustaz Hj. Fadzil Noor (1937 - 2002)

Do it for Unity: Let's Say 'sorry' and 'thank you' to each other

Next Friday, September 16th, we celebrate our forty-eighth Hari Malaysia. On this day of Unity, let’s ask forgiveness for the hurts caused. And let’s celebrate by saying ‘thank you’ for the good things we have done for each other.
We have much to be thankful for. As a nation, we are many times richer today. Our poverty levels have been reduced to a minimal percentage. More than ninety percent of our people can now read and write. Death at infancy has been significantly reduced. And we have lined our cityscape with beautiful skyscrapers.

Yet, it will not be an exaggeration to say that many of us, brother and sister Malaysians, feel a sense of kecil hati. It seems as if we are a nation of wounded hearts.

Some of these feelings can be traced. As people living together while keeping our distinct cultures, our consciousness of race is sometimes higher than our national consciousness. Some of our hurts are somehow seen from a racial angle. Each community may feel as if our sacrifices have gone unappreciated. And each of us may respond by saying if we are not appreciated, we can also choose not to appreciate others.

But we cannot allow this tit-for-tat to go on. We need to turn the other cheek. We need to choose to be the bigger person. Somebody must mengalah.

The fact is, all of us have given a lot to make this country what it is today. This is our Malaysia; we built it together. This is a reality that no one can challenge or change.

This Hari Malaysia is a good time for us to say ‘sorry’ and to say ‘thank you’ to each other. Let’s make it a day to mend broken hearts.

At zubedy, we want to initiate this say ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ campaign. We hope that you will also download this message, use it, add your own ideas to it, and share it with others.

As our custom puts it, kalau ada salah dan silap, tolong maafkan.

To all Malaysians, from all walks of life, who give of themselves everyday for the good of our nation – Thank you. To our foreign friends also who work alongside us – Thank you. If we take away even one of these parts, we will no longer be Malaysia. And that is something we never want to happen.

Thank you, thank you and thank you. Because of you, Malaysia is, and will continue to be, a great nation.

Let us add value,

Have a Meaningful Hari Malaysia

Sunday, 11 September 2011


In life there will always be that someone who will stay in your heart for as long as you can feel. He may not be the one you end up with, but a slightly special in relation .... a friendship platonic

I have such a person in my life. He was this sweet little boy I knew from teenage years and we were together as friends since then for as long as I can remember, at least in my heart. The guy who would tell me how he'd avenge someone for torturing the oppressed. The guy who I'd trade stories of adventures of raiding someone else's dusun in the kampung and us laughing about it. The guy who you can count on when you fall and hurt yourself to accompany you to the hospital when your parents are not with you. The sweet guy who would just listen to you blabbering about things that don't make sense and still think it's funny.

The guy who would make you laugh with stories of wedding crashings. The guy who don't really talk much about his feelings but you will know and feel it even when he said nothing at all. The guy who would give you silly ideas about living it wrong sometimes just to remember how to have fun during a time when everything in life seem too serious. The guy who would include you in the prosecution of silly things he did like stuffing gun powder in the spark plug and throwing it up into the air to produce this mother of all fire cracker sound.

The guy who'd had the talent of justifying the holes that that firework had left on the road. The person you you know even without looking that he will have a secret net waiting somewhere to catch your fall. The guy who you want him to be in your life as a true friend forever. The guy who you don't see for the longest time yet pick up where we left when we see each other a couple of years later.

Perhaps there is a reason why childhood friends should just remain childhood friends for simple reasons like, people grow, and they change. Sometimes, they change into someone you least expected. Perhaps I am a bit selfish in wanting to hold on to the memories of that sweet little boy I no longer see in this present grown up man my eyes are feasted upon. I clearly had ,in the past disregarded the little warning signs, dismissing them as false alarm. But when warning signs become actual danger, you are left with nothing but a cold cold heart, from the realization that, although you want the memories of that sweet little boy to hold on to for as long as you'd like to, truth is, it is time to move on.

It's hard to love a friend, when he is no longer there but just a fiction of your memory. All that stood in front of me is this grown man almost devoid of compassion, devoid of his inner child. One who makes you wonder, "what the hell did you do to my friend??". I look at him and miss the idea of him. It is even harder to admit to myself that I had lost him quite some time ago, somewhere along his way to prove to the world, that he can achieve all the material things life could offer. He just had forgotten that the reason why I loved him was because of that sweet little boy that was within him for as long as I could remember. That boy is dead now. Perhaps he never saw the friend in me. Perhaps I never know him at all. Funny that in life, when things go wrong, you are left in a discomforting abyss of perhaps.

And now I'm left with the painful memories of how he used to be, how we used to be. I know I'm being selfish, for wanting to cling on to that sweet memories so bad I became blinded by the fact that that boy was long dead. And it's just so hard to love a stranger who had possessed your friend. It's even harder to digest the fact that he was gone, longer than I had realized he had left me. Perhaps childhood friends should just remain during our childhood. At least it spares us the pain of watching them grow into complete strangers...

It's easier to mourn for the dead. But how do one mourn for a dead friend walking?