Sunday, October 28, 2012

Rambut Sama Hitam(?), Hati Jangan Hitam.

There is a huge different between rightfully fulfilling a task through the power/position given and fully but merely exercising power over a situation. Yes I am stating the obvious. Although, the one who commits the second often claims to be doing the former.

In the eighth month of my job, I was thrown in at the deep end.  I was assigned a rather difficult and complicated task.  But, Alhamdulillah, I'm not alone. I have a good mentor at the office.

Sometimes, what I like about my job is meeting people. Although, most of the times, it gives me headache. By virtue of meeting, knowing and learning about others, it tells how different we all are. How we all have our own eccentricities, that sometimes we don't even realise but seen through others' eyes. Many of us who seem to be working in the same field, going through pretty much the same routine, be at the same place, speak the same language can always have different intention, dreams and means of doing/achieving something. The nice and nasty moves, known only to oneself and Allah. 

I'm trying not to stereotype people based on the organisation they are working. I believe there is just as much hanky panky in the private sectors as much as in the government. Only, when you claim yourself to be working for the people, you by default open up yourself to be judged by all, the people. It is difficult, to turn a blind eye on something so obvious, like a row of officers lining up their helmets and handbags to book a turn to punch out their time card, or someone who snoozes and snores behind your back and only wakes up to accuse you of being spoon feed for asking him/her to be cooperative and responsible.

I am asking Allah to make me a responsible person. Perhaps someday, should I be given a position and power, I will do justice and fear The Day I shall be judged. Amen.

oh ya, semoga kita semua dijauhkan penyakit tak boleh tgk orang senang. atau dengan kata lain, dengki. tak kira jua di mana dan siapa diri kita. Amen.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Nostalgia

I never miss school. 

But I miss the life as an RMIT student very much. I browsed through the contents of my Bintang, Bintang is my hard drive... and I found this photo. 

A photo of my friend and I doing site study for a project.


The friend in the photo is Mastura, she's expecting a baby at the end of this month. I haven't met her since she's pregnant. I can hardly imagine my petite friend with a bulging tummy, haaha.. I believe she's still very pretty anyway, as always. I kinda miss her too. Hey Mas, if you're reading this. I hope you and your baby stay healthy, take care and God bless.

 Life seems to be progressing quite fast somewhere else.

Mine is not that bad actually... and... and..  don't get me wrong, I do enjoy my working life. I'm learning so much in such a short period of time.

But it's just...something, some moments, some people in life, you  can never have back... no matter how hard you reminisce or even... try. 

Anyway, every ending is the beginning of another..

I'm full of hopes for another.....................


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

What if life were more like theatre?

Someone shared this video on twitter last night. well, to begin with, I'm touched when someone shares link of videos/blogs/story they enjoy directly to me, good things shared are twice as good and sharing is caring after all, although spam is not included. perhaps I'm just being sentimental. 

I love this anyways! So, thank you, someone. do tag more @kiambang. haha!



p/s: nak tengok teater, anyone?

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Tout le Monde - Everybody


I miss the luxury of not having to drive to get somewhere. We could decide to go to the beach on Sunday morning without worrying where to park the car. I could hop on a tram not worrying if I ever get lost because even if I did I'll just take another tram that goes in the opposite direction. I always get lost anyway. It doesn't scare me anymore. 

But here, in a country called home, things are a lot more confusing and frightening. 

I am learning to live, like a child learning to walk, every step is a struggle. Bless the child with supportive parents, holding her hand or at least waiting at the end ready to catch her should she fall. But, the child must learn to fall and get back up on her on. So the parents keep an eye and let her fall sometimes, otherwise she wouldn't learn.  yeah, that's more like it. But learning to live ain't  as simple as that, you can't expect your old man to be next to you when you stumble and fall. You must learn to walk and run and fly on your own, and if you fall you must not let them see. They've done enough for you, now must not let them worry. Every bruise and scratch should be properly covered. Life is a solitary battle. 

Solitary, does it make us fell lonely? I miss my solo strolling on a depressing day. I miss walking alone in the park or visiting gallery or eating in the mall, alone, without appearing socially awkward. I miss doing things my way without getting judged all the time. Ignorance is bliss they say, it is more than that to me. Although, I don't have problem working in a group or hanging out with a bunch of people, I have to admit that I am not really a social creature. I like being alone, or going out only with a small group of people. I mostly enjoy a company of a single person who can tolerate spending hours at bookstore and not buying a single book, going in and out of clothing shops and not liking even one, always having the need to go to home decore/d.i.y store without having anything to buy and not knowing where to eat but have an eccentric description of what I feel like eating. hahaa. 




I've been listening to Carla Bruni lately and this song is on repeat when I am writing this. 


(English Translation)

Everybody is a strange person,
And everybody has a tangled soul,
Everybody has some humming childhood,
At the bottom of a forgotten pocket,
Everybody has pieces left of dreams,
And corners of destroyed life,
Everybody has sought something one day,
But everybody hasn't found it
But everybody hasn't found it.

Everybody would have to demand to the authorities,
A law against all our lonelyness,
That no one will ever be forgotten,
And that no one will ever be forgotten.

Everybody has a hell of a life going on,
But not everybody can remember it,
I can see some that fold it and even break it,
And I can see some that can't even see it,
And I can see some that can't even see it.

Everybody would have to demand to the authorities
A law against all our indifference,
That no one will ever be forgotten,
And that no one will ever be forgotten.

Everybody is a strange person,
And everybody has a tangled soul,
Everybody has some humming childhood,
At the bottom of a forgotten hour,
At the bottom of a forgotten hour...

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Quelqu'un m'a dit




On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...




(English Translation)

It is said that our lives are worthless.
They pass in an instant like the roses wither.
It is said that time which whispers is a perversion for our griefs.
It make layers, still someone told me.


That you still love me,
Someone told me that you have lays love me.
Is that still possible?

It is said that destiny mocks us
That it promised everything and gives nothing
It seems that happiness is carried in the hand.
When you stretch the hand and find madness
Still someone told me...


But who told me that you love me?
I no longer remember, it was late at night.
I still hear the voice, but I no longer see the face.
"He loves you, it is a secret, he did not say that I should tell you.

You see, someone told me.
That you still love me, someone truly told me ...
That you still love me, is that possible?
It is said that our lives are worthless.
They pass in an instant like the roses wither.
It is said that time which whispers is perversion for our griefs.
The make layers but someone told me.
That from our sadness, layers are made;
Still someone told me...


*I wish I could speak French*