percayalah, keperitan bagiku lebih daripada keperitan yang kau rasa.
maaf jika mengasari kau.
yang termampu, skapel itu sudah dipastikan setajam yang mungkin.
faktor masa sepenuhnya tidak disengajakan.
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Rabu, 13 Mei 2009
percayalah, keperitan bagiku lebih daripada keperitan yang kau rasa
percayalah, keperitan bagiku lebih daripada keperitan yang kau rasa.
maaf jika mengasari kau.
yang termampu, skapel itu sudah dipastikan setajam yang mungkin.
faktor masa sepenuhnya tidak disengajakan.
Sabtu, 3 Januari 2009
sudah tahun baru
azam bersamaan dengan niat, melambangkan semangat.
dari niat terpasang, minda separa sedar kita automatisnya mengarahkan setiap daya kita untuk melaksanakan apa-apa yang diniatkan. dalam kata yang lain dengan memikirkan dan membayangkan tujuan sahaja, kerja yang akan dilakukan telah pun siap separuh jalan.
perlukah berazam?
azam awal tahun kali ini kita berazam untuk menyambung azam tahun terdahulu, satu.
seterusnya kita berazam untuk mengingati apa yang diazamkan pada tahun itu, dua.
ketiganya, buku-buku dari malaysia yang tidak tersentuh di dalam laci ingin dihabiskan.
empat, ingin tulis panjang-panjang sedikit.
tidak salah berazam secara pukal. barang yang baik diberi ganjaran sejak dari awal berniat.
(hm)
dari niat terpasang, minda separa sedar kita automatisnya mengarahkan setiap daya kita untuk melaksanakan apa-apa yang diniatkan. dalam kata yang lain dengan memikirkan dan membayangkan tujuan sahaja, kerja yang akan dilakukan telah pun siap separuh jalan.
perlukah berazam?
azam awal tahun kali ini kita berazam untuk menyambung azam tahun terdahulu, satu.
seterusnya kita berazam untuk mengingati apa yang diazamkan pada tahun itu, dua.
ketiganya, buku-buku dari malaysia yang tidak tersentuh di dalam laci ingin dihabiskan.
empat, ingin tulis panjang-panjang sedikit.
tidak salah berazam secara pukal. barang yang baik diberi ganjaran sejak dari awal berniat.
(hm)
Sabtu, 13 Disember 2008
Jumaat, 27 Jun 2008
OBB
Ah.... sudah lama kepalakotak tidak mengemaskini laman blognya. Masa mengalir terlalu cepat seperti air dan kita tidak tersedar akan alirannya. Tahu-tahu saja kita sudah berada di takah ini. Peringkat yang dahulunya telah kita tempuh, dan ternyata, peringkat sebelum ini bukan langkah terakhir untuk bergelar Orang Berguna Berjaya atau baiklah kita singkatkan sahaja kepada OBB.
Cita-cita kita ialah untuk menjadi seorang OBB. Seorang yang berguna. Kemudian sebagai tambahan kepada kebergunaan sebagai orang itu, kita juga mahu kalau boleh, ada gelaran 'berjaya'. Tetapi memadailah kalau dalam kesingkatan hayat kita, kita mampu menjadi seorang yang berguna.
(sebuah grafik yang diconteng-conteng...)
Cita-cita kita ialah untuk menjadi seorang OBB. Seorang yang berguna. Kemudian sebagai tambahan kepada kebergunaan sebagai orang itu, kita juga mahu kalau boleh, ada gelaran 'berjaya'. Tetapi memadailah kalau dalam kesingkatan hayat kita, kita mampu menjadi seorang yang berguna.
(sebuah grafik yang diconteng-conteng...)
Rabu, 21 Mei 2008
forms and more forms
It has been a great fuss to fill forms. How I wish there were less forms in this world, then it would be a better place. What's more, most of the forms are "permohonan" form. It does make me feel useless and desperately need the mercy from whoever supposed to grant the mercy.
And then, those photocopies thing really irritating. Everything must be photocopied.
Well, that is life. Full of forms. From the very first moment of our birth, till the end of our life. We were born: we got our first certificate, the birth certificate. When we'll die, we'll get the last certificate we'll ever had. Who can we blame? There's too many of us nowadays and it will be a major confusion without forms.
Hmm...better get used to it, that's what people told me so....
And then, those photocopies thing really irritating. Everything must be photocopied.
Well, that is life. Full of forms. From the very first moment of our birth, till the end of our life. We were born: we got our first certificate, the birth certificate. When we'll die, we'll get the last certificate we'll ever had. Who can we blame? There's too many of us nowadays and it will be a major confusion without forms.
Hmm...better get used to it, that's what people told me so....
Jumaat, 16 Mei 2008
teacher's day
Damn. It's teachers' day already and I just can't scribble even a sentence, or a word for my teachers' appreciation poem. Maybe I never had the knack to make poems, to express my gratitude for having such great teachers with such remarkable spirit, as big as a mountain.
I mean, they never quit teaching us. Even though I frequently slept throughout the class and once, secretly played a good game of chess with a friend while the ustazah, is right in front of our face (and the kind-hearted ustazah never noticed us having a neck to neck battle of chess, except when the tense of the game conquered us and we, for somehow forgot to conceal our petty crime.)
And if I was in the ustazah's shoes, I would probably, kindly gave a nice smack to the ungrateful students' heads.
But, what if, the sole reason for my incapability of writing a poem is not because the talent factor? Everybody can write a poem. Even it is the cliche poem, it is a poem, made from the utter feeling of fondness from the bottom of the heart: to tell how much teachers is appreciated.
Then, i'm most probably never had the feeling of gratitude for the teachers who had taught me. This reasoning, I felt very fit to me.
Now, how could that be, I never know.
Nevertheless, that's didn't mean I don't appreciate my teachers. It is just the feeling of gratitude that i'm lack of. Maybe there's some faulty circuitry in my head or simply I never born with "gratitude to my teachers" gene.
Above all, I, full-heartedly, wish all the good men and women: the teachers, cikgu, guru, ustadz and ustazah, a happy teachers' appreciation day. Thank you for showing me the meaning of ignorance.
I mean, they never quit teaching us. Even though I frequently slept throughout the class and once, secretly played a good game of chess with a friend while the ustazah, is right in front of our face (and the kind-hearted ustazah never noticed us having a neck to neck battle of chess, except when the tense of the game conquered us and we, for somehow forgot to conceal our petty crime.)
And if I was in the ustazah's shoes, I would probably, kindly gave a nice smack to the ungrateful students' heads.
But, what if, the sole reason for my incapability of writing a poem is not because the talent factor? Everybody can write a poem. Even it is the cliche poem, it is a poem, made from the utter feeling of fondness from the bottom of the heart: to tell how much teachers is appreciated.
Then, i'm most probably never had the feeling of gratitude for the teachers who had taught me. This reasoning, I felt very fit to me.
Now, how could that be, I never know.
Nevertheless, that's didn't mean I don't appreciate my teachers. It is just the feeling of gratitude that i'm lack of. Maybe there's some faulty circuitry in my head or simply I never born with "gratitude to my teachers" gene.
Above all, I, full-heartedly, wish all the good men and women: the teachers, cikgu, guru, ustadz and ustazah, a happy teachers' appreciation day. Thank you for showing me the meaning of ignorance.
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