"The Unthinking Majority"

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Life needs a mirror or else we might have missed it..

I haven’t properly written anything in my blog for over 3months. I can give 1000 reason of why I have not written anything, but I shall restrain myself from providing excuses. Yes, it’s a new thingy I’m trying. For over a month now, I’ve been trying my best not to be the typical type of person that will bring forward excuses, instead of proper reasoning for anything he or she failed to deliver. I’m starting to believe that loser gives excuses, while a winner that loses will provide proper reason.

There is a fine line between excuses and reason. And it is really hard to try and identify such line. Indeed I’m learning on how to spot the difference. All I know, excuses will annoy people and sometime will bring you more trouble than you already are. Reason? Reason sets your mind free of guilt.

Many things have happened to me for these last few months. 1) Work has been hell, yet I enjoy it. 2) Me and my hubby buying a place of our own, there are a few hiccups causing me to be upset 60% of the time. 3) Another one of my pet died, however I did not cry as much as I did when my 1^st Guinea Pig died. Now left my last fat little piggy, hogging all of my attention. 4) I was stung by a bee and experienced my 1^st fastest allergy reaction. 5) Then, my grandpa suffered a stroke, amazingly caused by a sort of heart attack, where at his age, it seems expected for his AS to have caused MI (I actually searched in Wikipedia to understand what was the doctors talking about because it seems like they don’t feel any urgency to explain to me of what are their findings). 6) Lastly, I think I might be pregnant. But it is not yet properly and 100% confirmed. This will totally make my best buddy jump over the KL Tower or KLCC for sure(marcus surely will freak out). If I really am going to be a mother, it surely will be fun..but then me and my hubby have to re-schedule for our migration plans until the bun is out from the oven..heheheheh

Only today, as I am alone at home, after finishing all of my chores, only I am able to reflect of what have been happening in my life. There might be a certain blessing from this. For work, I know I have to go through hell in order to show of what I am capable of. For the hiccup in the sales & purchase of my new home, I get to test my ability to plan and accept changes to it. For the death of my darling pet, well, shit happens. For the bee sting case, I should know that little creatures have their rights in this world too. As for my grandpa getting a stroke, at least we can see the whole family unite again and set aside their differences. Finally I might be a mother, too soon to get excited, but I believe a new light might bring a new shine to my life.

So now, how many of us out there actually took time to reflect of what have been happening in our lives?

Dio Rainbow in the dark

i wanna go to his concert in spore. 27th Oct 07

Ignorance is BLISS

How many of us have made a promise that we never keep?
How many of us have the habit of “walk the talk” or “talk the talk”?
How many of us complains and never do something about it?
How many of us have promised that we will never betray the earth beneath our feet?
How many of us said that we will never become greedy, but still then act selfishly?
How many of us strut proudly of our success while some innocent blood is still being spilled in earth?
How many of us remember the promise we made in the womb of our mother?
How many of us know where our heart and soul belongs?

Aerosmith-Dream On (live)

SEXY ha?

Favorite Song for July, its my hardworking month...

Every time that I look into the mirror
All these lines in my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Well, I know, nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and from sages
You know it's true, oh
All these things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take it away
Hey-hey-hey

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take it away

Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream comes true

Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on, oh

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take it away

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow will pull out and take it away, yeah

Sadness (Part 1)

That certain uneasy feeling I had after dinner,
I should have not ignored it.
I was too busy with the company. I was too busy trying to fix things.
I had too many things in my mind.

When I finally held you, I know it is already too late.
Your body barely moved.
Your eyes displayed a thousand emotions.
I tried to comfort you in everyway. Regret and worries filled my head.

I was so unsure.
Part of me knows that you will leave me soon..
Yet another part of me believes that you will survive this painful struggle.
How foolish I must seem to you on your last breath.

As your soul leaves your limp body, I cried.
I just felt the pain. I cried.
There is no pain like the pain of losing someone you truly love.
My heart aches...
Interest in the future dissipates... and life doesn't seem to matter any more...

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The most destructive habit......Worry
The greatest Joy...................Giving
The greatest loss..................Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work.........Helping others
The ugliest personality trait.......Selfishness
The most endangered species...............Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource.....Our youth
The greatest "shot in the arm".......Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome.........Fear
The most effective sleeping pill......Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease....Excuses
The most powerful force in life......Love
The most dangerous pariah.............A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer.................The brain
The worst thing to be without.... ....................Hope
The deadliest weapon...................The tongue
The two most power-filled words.............."I Can"
The greatest asset.............................Faith
The most worthless emotion...............Self-pity
The most beautiful attire.................SMILE!
The most prized possession........... Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication.......Prayer

The most contagious spirit...............Enthusiasm.

What made me feel so good today?

I made the person who made me happy, HAPPY!

10th May 2007, after I posted my blog on “Adults, learn from the children of what you have forgotten”, I decided to have a happy meal for lunch. The meal makes me happy and so, I decided to give the toy car (from my happy meal) to the boy, son of the street vendor.

The next morning on the way to work, I woke up 100%ly excited to meet the boy. I was really looking forward to give the toy to him. However, he was no where to be found. All I saw was the DBKL lorry. They must be hiding from the DBKL officers. Damn!

Everyday as I go by by the same route, anticipated to see the boy. But, he was no where within my sight. I was at the point convincing myself that the boy might actually be an angel. Yet, I keep on looking out, scanning through the crowd for that boy on the way to work.

Today I saw him. With enthusiasm I rush to him, not taking any chances that he might disappear from my sight.

When I approached him, he was simply still busy playing all by himself with 2 cylindrical paper roles. He must be imagining that he is a ninja or a robot. What a sweet child.

Then I called him and said “Adik, ni untuk adik”, and I put the toy car on the concrete apron. He looked at me with a confused face, and then gave me the most joyful smile I’ve ever seen. It almost made me cry. Then the guy beside him said “Cakap terima kasih, kakak”. The boy did not say a word; instead he became busy exploring his new toy. I just smile and walked away.

As I walked away, my eyes filled with tears.

Are WE having a HEALTHY Obsession?

Before beginning this, I read all of the websites for pro-ana, for weight loss and many other things about people obsessing about being FAT. It was with sadness that I noted several people around me struggling with the physical and psychological effects of obesity, or overweight, or being over-fat, all terms used by us in explaining this FATness MADness we are facing.

However, many of us ever noted of people like me, who’s struggling to keep a healthy weight without being called SKINNY or bulimic?

Oh, I’m surely people will look at skinny people and pass such great judgement. “Look at that fragile thing, she must be ill or something”, or “Woah, does she puke everytime after meal?” Even my mom said to me when I went to visit her last week, “God, you’re skinnier than ever! Are you even eating?”

It is my sincere desire that I wish to gain more of what is appropriate weight to my body. I want to be having a healthy behavior when I look in the mirror and pass judgment upon myself. Then only I can walk confidently on the street without worrying about what people is thinking about me.

And so….I urge everyone to think before they place any label upon anyone they may encounter as they go about their daily activities.

Actually, my truthful opinion, whatever God created is already beautiful. If we criticize it, I believe that we are then a SHALLOW thinker! However, if that fat person is acting like a PIG, which is a totally different thing. If we pass judgment on such person being fat because he/she is a pig, I believe that it is permissible. WHY? Because I’m am 100% sure that God would never created a person to have a PIGGY attitude. God is beautiful and so He created beauty. God is loving and merciful and so He would never impose such negative attitude on His creation.

What should we really be looking forward to? YES, better HEALTH! Can’t we all shift our focus from WEIGHT OBSESSION to HEALTH OBSESSION!

We MUST remember that OUR Body is OUR Own Temple—Could It Be Time for a Refurbishment? It is totally up to us. We are the ARCHITECT. We are the Interior Designer.

How lavishly do we want to furnish the TEMPLE? That bring to more questions such as:-
Why Exercise is Important? Lose the "One Size Fits All" Mentality? Developing My Plan for the best physical for ME! Your Personal Approach of being healthy?

Adults! Learn from the children...of what you have forgotten..

It took me quite a while to get rid of a writer’s block that I’ve been having for the past few weeks. Maybe I’ve been writing too many reports for work, causing my free writing to become numb.

On the way to work this morning, I was in the usual mood. It is the usual mood for someone that is commuting to work. Stress. Anxiety. Excited to start work for the day. Worries and heavy thoughts fill the head.

As I walk down my usual commuting route, I saw a boy, about the age of 5 year old, playing along the pedestrian walkway. His mother must be one of the ladies that are selling breakfast by the walkway. He looked so happy and lost in his own world. Just by looking at him made me smile. His happiness suddenly filled my heart, causing me to feel lighter. No worries were in my head anymore, only left were the positive thoughts.

Suddenly, what Paulo Coelho wrote in his book titled “The Fifth Mountain”, came into my head. 3 lesson of what we can learn from children:-
· Be happy for no reason.
· Be busy all the time (with the fun stuff that you enjoy).
· Demand what you want with all of your rights.

In My HEAD...its all only in my head.

I’m listening to the OST of Queen of the Damned as I’m writing this post. The song “Redeemer” is on and I believe my brain got a jump start.

The lyrics goes “Hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am. Always it is stalking me, for the blood of man..”

Responding to those words, I realized that my body is dehydrated. For 2 days I was being under the weather and the mood swings were hell. Thank God that no one was killed throughout the course... And also thank God for the creation of painkillers.

In my head, I feel like:-

• drowning someone in the condo’s pool,
• smash the guard house with someone else’s expensive golf club,
• smacking a sleeping XL lady, sitting at the seats for handicaps on the train, while I’m standing there feeling nauseous, on the way to work,
• bang my own head onto the table,
• -%&^*@ (PG 21)

Yes, I did feel certain anger and the hunger for blood. Dramatic, am I?

Moreover, the tragic news about the Virginia Tech Shooting has stirred this unstable war between anger and pity in my head. The Anger felt for the death of the innocence caused by unstable mind. Pity, because there was no better resolution chosen by the shooter under frustration. He must be lonely as I believe that there was no one there to comfort him while in despair.

So now, how many of us realized that we need to take a better care of ourselves?

In psychology, personality is a description of consistent emotional, thought, and behavior patterns in a person. The several theoretical perspectives on personality involve different ideas about the relationship between personality and other psychological constructs as well as different ideas about the way personality develops.

But then, what if just for that certain period, a few hours, a day, or a week, that person was acting a little bit out of his/her normal behavior. What if that person, was suddenly hearing things in his/her head? Ordering? Demanding? Influencing?

Now, what to do next? To fight this war in your little head?

· To be continued….

(my head hurts)

Rumi- Whispers of the Beloved

a Dervish gives freely the secrets of the world. His words, a precious gift. He does not expect his daily bread for free. He gives his life and ask for nothing in return.

Prayer clears the mist and brings back peace to the soul. Every morning, every evening, let the heart sing.

There is no reality but God.

Garbage - Queer

My fav. song back when i was 13yrs old. I was a teen with bottled up anger...Wearing black most of the time up until i was 17. Choosing only dark coloured lippy...and investing of skin whitening cream, to look as fair and pale as possible....Wonder, where did all the anger went to?

Back then in 1995, the word "queer" might just symbolize something strange...now?

Fate...To Be or Not To Be?

"Everyone believes the world's greatest lie..." says the mysterious old man."What is the world's greatest lie?" the little boy asks.The old man replies, "It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie."

(An excerpt from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. A fable about following your dreams.)

Once I have fallen into believing the world’s greatest lie. I thought I will be better off as a housewife, only wanting to support my husband in building up his dreams.

I started feeling in such a way after 6months of job hunting, and the result only became the root to frustration. I feel depressed and convinced that it is my fate to be unemployed at this stage of time in this particular almost corrupted country. Yes, the country is slowly turning into the capitalist. Cost matters most, value comes second.

In my little head “why would they want to employ me at my current salary, while they can get someone with the same qualification at a lower rate?” or “you over-qualified-high-paid-degree holder, do you think you are any better than anyone else?” or even “just accept the fact that you are jobless and married, then try to make the best out of it”.

Yet, my husband was there to shake me back to reality. He expressed that I deserve better than this. I was also being told that the world will evaluate me as the same way that I value myself.

Then I took charge of my life. A few months later, I landed my dream job and found a master that is willing to take me as his apprentice. With that I believe, I am only 3years away to accomplish the second level of my dream job. Before long, some day, if I am strong enough, I will be the Arbitrator that I see in my dream back when I was 21years old.

So I believe, when you find the correct path for yourself, the universe really does conspire to help you progress along the way. You can overlook a few coincidences, but when coincidences happen every day, your journey becomes a magical voyage and all you can do is be thankful, live every moment to the fullest and seize the day. All this I learn from Paulo Coelho and his words have been proven by this sequence of my life.

What made more sense, when I remembered one of the Islamic lecture I attended back 5years. I was told that fate is in our hand. Even though the term is Qada & Qadar, yet your fate has been set in your hands.

Qada’ (decree) is Allah’s specifying how things will be, in pre-eternality, by His Will, in accordance with His Knowledge.
Qadar (destiny) is Allah’s bringing into being through His Power, in which His Will specified.

In my little head, I had this picture of our fate that has been set by God, is actually in multiple choices. Our God knows from there, which path we will choose, because we were also being created by Him. So our God knows us better, of what will we choose and what to set for our fate. We were also given choice on how do we want to accept the fate bestowed upon us. Will we make the best of it and survive? Or will be succumb and fall into depression or give up on life?



Is it still the God’s fault if we are not happy with our life? So, is it right to fall into this theory of “World’s greatest lie”?


Moreover, if we believe in fate, we agree that there is a God that is ruling our life. Would we be cruel enough to blame God for our frustration, while this same God gave us our life?

Oh..No..No..No! All Wrong! Its PRE-OCKU-PAYED!

“Bloggers are liars, Bloggers are women... All bloggers are liars, they cheat people using all kinds of methods. From my understanding, out of 10,000 unemployed bloggers, 8,000 are women.. Bloggers are unemployed. Bloggers should never deserve a real day job. Women are liars. Women are unemployed. Yada yada yada”

-quote from many many blogspots, which I looooove to visit.

The war of MOUTH armed with spiteful WORDS. The so called GOOD vs the called EVIL. The RIGHT against the WRONG.

As a Blogger, I did get offended by those statements. Moreover, as a women, I got hurt even more, thinking that educated people does not know on how to appreciate women. The situation is totally different from Pink’s song, “STUPID GIRL”…

But as a human, I got more offended by the idea of these intellectuals or brainy people having to argue over those hurtful statements. Politicians, Ministers and government officials being condemned by the most rational thinkers. Then in return, these people that was being condemned come up with another statement to the public, in which most of the times does not give the answer (apologies) demanded by the intellectuals.

However, I believe that everyone is entitled to express their opinions as much as their right to vote or not to vote. Also this should interpret that the blogsphere are just places for people to express their opinion. Should one opinion be argued upon, then it should be called a forum, a dialog, a debate or even a philosophical gathering. And for it to actually work better, you should have a face to face dialog and test each other’s real wit. The dare to say something harsh to someone’s face.

I was once told by a wise person on the internet that “WINNING AN ARGUMENT OVER THE INTERNET IS LIKE WINNING THE SPECIAL OLYMPICS”. At that moment, I did laugh my head off. However, not as I grew older, it made a whole lot of sense. The conclusion there, either way, if you win or lose in the argument over the Internet, you are still a retard.

Why I dared to say so? Because in the end, it might be just a matter of philosophical war. And if we follow the usual sequence of philosophical discussion, usually we will, in the end find that….. “THERE IS NOTHING GOOD OR BAD, BUT THINKING MAKES IT SO”.

I cannot really remember who said that, but I do like the sound of it. If you probe too much over a topic, an object or a person… you will tend to find the good and bad. The perfect and the flaw. However, if u still ponders upon it for too long, u might find that manure smelling as sweet as the rose, or tend to believe that too much sugar can never cause diabetes.

Part II – Parenting By the WORLD

I was deeply touched by a documentary called “the Children of Congo”.

Life in Congo is bad. Only desperation could force families to cast children into the streets, and, as a nation, Congo is one of the most desperate places in the world. With 80 percent of the population earning less than $1 a day, Congo has one of the poorest populations on the continent. It also has one of the youngest. The average life expectancy is 41. Even though 1 out of 5 children dies before reaching the age of five, nearly half of Congo's population is under the age of 14.

So now, what do these children in the streets do to survive? They joined the armed groups! They get free food and military training. Imagine that!

A child as young as 7years old with a rifle in his hand. When being asked of what does he think of being is such position, he replied “I feel proud and safe. I get the proper training to protect myself and I get food to eat. It’s either me killing people or being killed by the world.” What a mature answer! I bet, we, the ones being properly raised by our parents, could only come up with such answer when we have reached a certain level of maturity, adulthood. We, who have good parents, would never know the true meaning of desperate.

Unlike the children of the street and children of Congo, they got mature due to their surroundings. They never get the chance to think like a child. They can only think of ways to survive, in which accelerate the maturity level.

At least 11,000 children in the Democratic Republic of Congo are still with armed groups or remain unaccounted for despite a demobilization campaign. Concluding the fact that there are 11,000 children being as mature about life, because they have been raised by the cruel world.

So now, compare us to the Children of Congo, have we reached that maturity level yet?

Who makes better PARENTS, the HUMANS or the WORLD? Part 1 (Parenting by a HUMAN)

We are in Cameron Highlands visiting my parents for a week. Home, a place that helps me to refresh my thinking.

However, I and my husband had trouble going to sleep last night. I think that the night was a bit hot and he thinks it’s cold.

One simple thought that was troubling me this whole one week, and the simple question would be “will I make a good parent?” So we started talking about this matter hoping that it will make out mind grow tired and finally let our body rest for the night.

Moreover, I am now a bit troubled by my 14years old brother going through a rebellious stage. He is constantly pulling up gimmicks in the attempt to hog attention from everyone around him. Recently, he fractured his knee for the third time within the period of less than 6months. Then before this incident, he was put under disciplinary action because of indecent act in public places with a girl a lot older than he is, the girl in which he had showered with luxury gift such as a branded handphone. From where did he get the money? Then about a year ago, he decided to take my Papa’s Mini for a quick spin and got into an accident with a newly painted taxi. The poor cabby got emotionally crushed seeing his new paint job damaged by this 146cm tall boy.

The both of us agreed that we have seen many people with many different upbringings. Some parents were good parents and the child grew up as expected. However there are some good parents that ended up having rebellious children. I have also seen bad parents with bad children, but I have also seen bad parents with children that can be called as the most successful human being.

So now, does parenting require the characteristic of being good or bad to produce the stereotype outcome expected from a growing child? Or, it takes a great whole of luck for the child to actually make it as a useful human for the future?

Examples; my parents. Me and my 2 younger brothers grew up differently, bonded well even though in a very weird way, while developing our own particular character and our parents have never agreed that they are good parents. Yes, I agree that they are not good parents, but I would also agree that they are better parents. My grandparents on my mom’s side, I believe that they are great parents because they are also the ones that contribute to who I am today. However, I wonder what went wrong because I really don’t like the way my aunts and uncle have turned out to be. Was it their parents’ upbringing or the world’s parentings have started to influence them?

I’ve been reading a few books on parenting, the psychological theories and also the religious teachings, resulting of making me feel like breaking away from this general rule of thumb. It has also slowly building up this fear in me of should I even have any children.

With my new career just starting, I’m getting confused of when to have my first child. And, if in the near future, I decide to try for a baby, who would I trust to take care of my little one? Would I take a year off from work? Would I come back straight to work and get my Mama or mum-in-law (I call her Ma) to be the nanny? Or, should I fight to have a day-care centre at the office. There are times I wonder if I’m living in denial.

But then again, what is the purpose of having children if you are not the one that is taking care of them? I might need and extra hand. A little help from Mama and Ma could do me good, but now, do I actually trust them in taking care of my child.

So now, does humans makes better parents?

….to be continued in PART 2 (is the world a better parent?)

Ladies, the world should thank us!

we started as the daughter...then become the sister....then become the wife..and then the mother.....bringing more daughters...that will become a sister (like us)...that will come a wonderful wife and a mother to the future world...

BOMBING is the latest FASHION; wear one.

19^th February 2007, 1.30pm News on the TV...Bombing everywhere all over the world.

Bombing in a train in India, more bombing in Middle East, and bombing in southern Thailand.

All of this concludes to only one thing; Bombing is the latest fashion in voicing out your opinion, desire and needs.

YES, and that is what we have achieved today. Everyone seems to have lost their voice. They have also lost their ability to think better too. Everyone believes that bombing is the best in trying to make the world hear them. Everyone believes that by killing innocent lives… will make their voices louder than the tears resulting from the bombing.

Then… we will continue bombing each other. BOMB here... Bomb there…because it’s the only way our voice will be heard by the world.

The next thing we know, if the groceries store in my neighbourhood does not sell a particular brand of chili sauce….. I believe that someone will barge in screaming “ YOU better start selling it again or I will trigger this bomb”.

Now… another question arises, WHY BOMBING?

Maybe we would first ask Mr. Bush because the started the bombing trend. The chain reaction is just something to compliment his effort I believe.

It just takes a Muslim that schooled under a tree to make a bomb and terrorize the US government and maybe who ever else that has nothing to do with Mr. President’s decision. And it takes people with a high school diploma or certificate to figure out that all Muslim are terrorist.

Then there… where will it ends?

Whatever happens to the education of moral or aqidah?

Whatever happened to better thinking?

Have we abandon thinking and resort to emotions?

It OK to be upset, but please don't judge when you are in that particular mood. It will back fire on your conscious.

Its 8.05am, and the particular monorail station was again found packed with humans of the “rat race”...and again the petite woman stand in a line of approx 25 people in front of her. 2 days in a row, the monorail service has been getting from bad to worse. Trying to amuse herself, the particular petite woman listen to the MP3 through her mobile phone; trying to imitate the singer of the particular song as if she is doing the video clip.

The monorail sure is late today, after 15mins waiting and the monorail is still no where in sight. Surely there is a problem with the system. Yet, no announcement being made by the monorail's administration.

It’s now 8.20am and it surely is getting hotter as these humans sandwiched each other to “kiasu”ly push their way into the monorail that have just arrived. The poor petite woman was having a hard time being squashed in the crowd. However, she went out from home today being fully prepared. She fore go her sense of fashion and wore a “CROC's Mary Jane” (the truth it’s an imitation of the CROC'S) to walk to work.

At 8.45am, the petite woman finally was standing in a line in which there are only 4 people in from of her. She felt a bit of relief, with a hope that she won’t be late for work. To increase her level of patience, she took off the vest she's wearing for the day. Instantly she felt a great cool breeze against her back.

Enjoying the moment, she continued smiling while listening to her MP3. Suddenly, she felt an uncomfortable bulge against her back; it felt like a very large tummy. With the corner of her eye, she looked and saw a 40ish -50years old man was standing very closely behind her.

Trying to comfort herself, she tried to think that the guy was just being pushed by the “kiasu” people behind him. That was it...

But then, there it is again, another brush of tubby and this time the petite woman could feel something else that is a bulge...and then there it was again...and again... "YOU TUB OF PERVERT LARD!” she screamed in her heart. “HENTAI...ERO-SENIN...BAKA BAKA” she continued cursing in her heart.

She wished to turn around and asked politely for him to step behind a little, but instead she made a step a bit to the front. Seeing the petite woman made a slight move, another woman that is standing beside her move. The petite woman was then squashed by that lady, resulting of her to feel angry and gave a stern look at the woman. “You try to slip further to the front, izzit, you short girl? You little IMP, I squash you, then only you know” the woman said in her heart to the petite woman...“I am not trying to cut your line, I just need to be away from the OLD TUBBY”, she replied with her mind.

During the tense “staring contest”, the monorail arrived. The crowd started to “kiasu”ly move towards the opening door of that sadistically small train. The petite woman was pushed off from her balance and there was no other way but to let she fall. Panic and the only sentence coming out from her mouth was “Ya Allah”… over and over...until there was an arm that stops her from actually falling to the floor. The arm pushed her back to the best vertical point for her to gain her balance. Being thankful, it became clear to her that the arm belongs to the OLD TUBBY, in which now she called NICE OLD MAN. She wanted to thank him, but she felt shy.

At 9.05am, Along with the mixed emotion, she was now standing at the front most of the line with the NICE OLD MAN beside her. She late for work, she's grateful to the NICE OLD MAN, she's still upset over the HENTAI matter, and also the “kiasu” fight with the woman. All she could do was staring at her footwear while waiting for the next monorail to arrive to the station. There was also a sudden announcement on air by the monorail's administration, saying that there have been technical faulty causing distances between each arrival around 10-15mins...then the announcement keep on coming on air for ever 3mins. Wow, it was annoying.

At 9.20am, the petite woman finally got her monorail ride to work and reached the office at 9.30am.

So what’s the moral of the story? We are pretty much sure that the petite woman did learn a few lessons for the morning commute incident. How about you?

Thinking is YOUR birth right?

Freedom of choice? The right to self-government without interference from outside. Sovereignty..

But what happens when we put our freedom at the hands of our ruler, the one that governs us. Your independent right was left to the right of voting.. In the end the voice of majority wins…leaving the minority to another level of frustration and agony… Well then, is the Independent person is not supposing have the freedom in thinking, freedom in expressing oneself? What ever happen to our birth rights?

"And if you want freedom, what is freedom without responsibility?.. Freedom without responsibility is anarchy?” quoted from a very famous leader of quite of a famous country.

Anarchists are those who believe that all people are imbued with a sort of commonality, common sense, that would allow for people to, in the absence of the government, come together in agreement to form a functional existence. Morality falls in line with functionality, and its forms differ. Anarchy does not reject ethics, or principles, but rather imposed morality.

For individualist anarchists, "the system of democracy, of majority decision, is held null and void. Any impingement upon the natural rights of the person is unjust and a symbol of majority tyranny." Its an assembly rather than democracy. The argument now is that existing democratic governments are justified by majority consent.

Again majority. Could there be once that the majority realise that they might be voting for the wrong decision?

Sovereignty over your own thoughts…now think…..think hard..

Now then, do we actually have the right to self govern ourselves?

dream VS vision! who wins?

If you are exploring something new, being a bit out of the norm and it caught people’s attention, you will be called a visionary. But then, at the second time you do the same thing, people might call you anarchist. Then if you caught their attention the third time, they surely will call you insane.

Change Could Do U Good?

Could there be changes without anyone disagreeing on it?

Could there ever be big changes without anyone getting hurt along the way?

Try to understand that you are here at the present time. And the things around u change in the same way that you change them in your mind… This is what the power of thinking.

Thinking makes the difference. In order to develop these changes, you have to penetrate the invisible world and develop the true power of your mind. You have to learn to control your subconscious mind...

You have to live in the present, the here and now. Control you mind and thoughts, then look at the horizon.

What is actually the horizon? It’s the bigger picture. The bigger picture in your life...

There, then only you will find the answer and the changes will begin...

We are what we eat? We are what we have learnt?

When I was 16 or 17, I came across this poem. Written by a wise person, I presume. A wise person that is sensible enough to hear, see, and think with her heart. I have learned a great understanding from this poem. The knowledge for me to ponder… and also as a reminder to myself of what kind of mother should I be in the future.

Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn violence.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

However, if a person can think better and not follow blindly of what they have learnt, I believe the world will be a different place from what it is already now. Ideologically, there is nothing good or bad. Philosophically, there is nothing that is 100% correct or 100% wrong. However, thinking just makes it so. And so… then again...... is thinking GOOD or BAD?

"Is not peace an element of civil corruption, and war a purification, a liberation, an enormous hope?"

In the old world, mankind viewed war as noble. Today, war is generally seen as undesirable and, by me personally, morally problematic.

At some point, many view war, as the preparation and readiness in the noble act of willingness to engage in war, as necessary for the defence of their country. However at that same moment, the Pacifists believe that war of today is naturally immoral and that no war should ever be fought.

Also at the same time, some of these so called peace lover, actually started a war in order to gain the so called peace. Many “thinkers” saw war as humanity's highest activity at where courage, honour, and ability.

Do these peacekeepers see only just wars as reasonable?

Do we believe that it is the responsibility of world organisations, such as the United Nations to oppose wars of unjust violent behaviour? Other people believe that world organisations have no more standing to judge the morality of a war than that of an independent country.

The United Nations, peace lover, peace keeper, thinker of the human kinds…are we then not capable to think for our own world anymore? What do we actually think, what do we actually believe?

Ignorant is such a bliss = Mental numbness

So how have you been bewitched?

Are we thinking as much as what we are seeing? Blindly following was the only choice left out of our new world. Unthinking personnel are robots with artificial intelligent. The proud cultural heritage which actually is a form of mental numbness, where human lead lives for thousand of years.

A favorite writer of mine has always reminded his readers of a simple fact. “Thinking Removes the Spell on People”.

An unthinking person's mind is benumbed, his sight becomes fuzzy, he acts as if he does not see the facts before his eyes, and his faculty of judgment weakens. He becomes incapable of grasping even a plain truth. He cannot be fully conscious of extraordinary events taking place right beside him. He does not notice the intricate details of events.

Thinking is also a form of liberty. Its independent, free choice… Yet you find it difficult, resulting in coming up with only blank. You are free to do anything. But total freedom makes it tough to choose. Freedom… Absolute freedom of choice… Glorious freedom… Dream of absolute freedom… But when it comes on a silver platter, do we know what exactly to do?

PoliCritically Correct ?

Critical thinking is like having the mind of a lawyer. even more, might be more of the mind of a deadly snake in a struggle. however, is thinking that is free from error is a good thinking?

Argument which maneuvers matters into contradictory position...something can be shown to be false...even if its completely false...the garbage has to be chipped away by a skilled exercise of critical thinking, in laying the...TRUTH. why?

our traditional thinking system...based on the so called "truth"....uncovered by that certain logic and argument..the result? is the strong tendency towards negativity and attack..