It's quite a mood-depressing time when you can't focus on keeping one thing at hand. I have a special knack for "distracting myself" with something, even aimlessly imagining the perfect scene for cartoon characters. So I took a personality test, after so long of not doing so.
I am an INFP.
Introvert, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiver.
I just read a whole lot of descriptions for INFP kind of people, and it totally contradicts to what I'm doing right now. I was called an idealist.
The thing is, when you read that whole lot of something describing what you are, in a perpetuated sense when almost all of them match perfectly, there is a tendency of becoming what you should've been. The strengths, weaknesses, personality, love life and even career options, somewhat go against your mind, reflecting this type of people in a sense that is you, ditto, or reflecting like a mirror.
Out of consciousness, maybe you will try to be that kind of people, and improve yourself based solely on that prescription. It's not disturbing at all. Because deep down, like a myth, when someone read a horoscope, or birthday description and also this personality test, the answer will certainly reflects back at you and you'll believe it because of the similarities.
You can't alter yourself.
But it violates one simple rule. Everybody can choose whoever they want to be, as long as something divine or significantly religious is still intact, from my point of view.
A simple test may show who you are, but not who you're supposed to be. It can't cater the responsibility of labelling people, but it does help in understanding oneself. As a guidance, perhaps for someone who is a lost cause. To be impotent or feeble, it is a primary reason to initiate action to improve and be valued.
From the description,
I am maybe an art person trapped in an engineering student body.
But to refute who you are and who you should be - ill, stereotype and typical thought of a normal person may have escaped through the crack of your mind.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The Malay Custom
When it comes to conspiracy theory, Jewish is to be blamed.
We rarely read. Ergo, we rarely think.
I'm older. So I'm wiser.
Back-biting is customary.
We don't dispute whatever fact we encounter. We accept everything wholly.
We are quite racist, to a certain degree.
Ramadhan is equal to Eid.
Giving and contribute to charity lower our values.
You are you, me is me.
Old customs need to be obeyed, despite its flaws.
Malay is Muslim. Muslim is Malay.
Art is only acceptable at primary / grade school level.
BN is government, PR is opposition. When the parliament is disbanded for election, the concept still stay the same. While in fact, during that time, both parties are on equal ground.
Masjid is something we think of on Friday.
Only professional jobs could make a living.
Straight A in exam is above everything.
Redha is obey.
Respect is imposed on people. Not by gaining them.
We are in rage when teacher hits our kids. Even though they are at fault.
We like to shout "Allahuakbar". In almost every event.
Once we get on TV, we are already a celebrity.
Learning thing in English, threatens the position of Bahasa Melayu.
"Negaraku" while sitting down, keep talking etc.
Pig is haraam, alcohol is, closer to halal.
Marriage needs a lot of money.
And more. Care to add any on the comment section.
We rarely read. Ergo, we rarely think.
I'm older. So I'm wiser.
Back-biting is customary.
We don't dispute whatever fact we encounter. We accept everything wholly.
We are quite racist, to a certain degree.
Ramadhan is equal to Eid.
Giving and contribute to charity lower our values.
You are you, me is me.
Old customs need to be obeyed, despite its flaws.
Malay is Muslim. Muslim is Malay.
Art is only acceptable at primary / grade school level.
BN is government, PR is opposition. When the parliament is disbanded for election, the concept still stay the same. While in fact, during that time, both parties are on equal ground.
Masjid is something we think of on Friday.
Only professional jobs could make a living.
Straight A in exam is above everything.
Redha is obey.
Respect is imposed on people. Not by gaining them.
We are in rage when teacher hits our kids. Even though they are at fault.
We like to shout "Allahuakbar". In almost every event.
Once we get on TV, we are already a celebrity.
Learning thing in English, threatens the position of Bahasa Melayu.
"Negaraku" while sitting down, keep talking etc.
Pig is haraam, alcohol is, closer to halal.
Marriage needs a lot of money.
And more. Care to add any on the comment section.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Vid: Flashing Zebra Crossing
After much thought on our proposal for Techcomm (Technical Communication), we came up with this version of improvement we want to make in Malaysia. Well, Kuala Lumpur is already crowded and congested with cars and so forth, but this will likely alert the importance of giving way to pedestrians, a priority so that people can cross the road with safety and comfort.
And another one, is to integrate any green technology in our design. So we chose piezoelectric. It is one type of a push system, which converts pressure to electricity. And in our case, pressure to electricity to light energy. Honestly, I don't think by implementing such system or design in Malaysia will change anything, if we take account of people's behaviour, but such effort still need to be made.
Jaywalk and fast driving have become a culture in Malaysia, as everyone accept the current condition without any disagreement (Sure do, but we gave up). Nevertheless, enjoice.
And another one, is to integrate any green technology in our design. So we chose piezoelectric. It is one type of a push system, which converts pressure to electricity. And in our case, pressure to electricity to light energy. Honestly, I don't think by implementing such system or design in Malaysia will change anything, if we take account of people's behaviour, but such effort still need to be made.
Jaywalk and fast driving have become a culture in Malaysia, as everyone accept the current condition without any disagreement (Sure do, but we gave up). Nevertheless, enjoice.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Kami, Orang Gelandangan
"Erti hidupnya juga, beda." - Bapak Tono (Contengan Jalanan)
Semalam, aku jumpa salah satu erti hidup. Memberi. Berkesempatan join aktiviti kemasyarakatan yang dianjurkan oleh beberapa insan mulia mungkin, memberi bantuan makanan dan pakaian kepada warga bergelandangan di sekitar Kuala Lumpur. Orang homeless.
Actually, niat asalnya hanyalah suka-suka. Disebabkan hujung minggu, aku ada kelapangan apa salah nya nak join kan. Tapi bila aku sampai sana, boleh kata first time aku dapat experience benda-benda rare macam ni.
Bila aku tengok sendiri keadaan orang homeless ini, teringat aku pasal kisah K2. K2, watak dalam Contengan Jalanan, ventured to Jakarta to find his purpose of life. After meeting Bapak Tono in Australia, K2 decided to go on a trip to Indonesia, impromptu. And there, he met many kinds of people, and one of them is, "orang gelandangan".
So, bila aku tengok sendiri keadaan orang-orang homeless ni, macam-macam perasaan timbul selain mengingatkan aku kepada situasi K2 di Jakarta. Ada yang berjaga, ada yang tidur lena, ada yang tidur tak pakai baju, berselimutkan kotak, mencari makan di kala dingin malam, dan yang pasti berbumbungkan langit hitam dan awan kelabu.
Ada ramai, terlalu ramai orang homeless sekitar Kuala Lumpur. Mujur ada insan-insan prihatin yang tolong anjurkan aktiviti kemasyarakatan nak tolong orang-orang macam ni. And kebanyakan daripada dorang jugak tak lah tak bekerja, ada yang jadi guard, ada yang jadi janitor, tapi disebabkan oleh kos hidup yang tinggi di bandar, siapa yang mampu miliki rumah?
Ada aku dengar kisah sedih, ada yang gembira bila kitorang datang bawa baju and makanan. Ada yang siap bergurau lagi, dan mereka ni kadang-kadang lagi tahu tentang keadaan sekeliling daripada kita. Hidup susah, tidak melarat, tapi dimana erti kemanusiaan? Kebanyakkan daripada mereka bukan orang punyai kudrat, muka masing-masing berkerut, masing-masing menggigil kesejukan, kalau hujan, manakan mahu berteduh?
Bila aku dah tengok sendiri kehidupan macam tu, bila aku sendiri hulur makanan dan pakaian dekat dorang, rasa sebak pun ada. Ada insan yang tak berapa beruntung macam kita. Tapi aku tengok dorang masih lagi boleh tersenyum. Pengalaman hebat, walau dalam satu malam.
Nak cerita, memang susah. Kalau ada kesempatan, maybe boleh rasa sendiri, boleh tengok dengan mata sendiri macam mana orang-orang ini hidup. Hidup orang gelandangan. Hidup orang homeless. Yang pasti, kita kena bersyukur kita tak diuji macam dorang. Moga mereka tabah, dan terus ingat tuhan. Dan, moga tuhan permudahkan.
Ada pakcik mualaf (revert) nama Sulaiman, " Baju Melayu ada? Boleh pakai masa raya."
Sayup aku dengar.
Semalam, aku jumpa salah satu erti hidup. Memberi. Berkesempatan join aktiviti kemasyarakatan yang dianjurkan oleh beberapa insan mulia mungkin, memberi bantuan makanan dan pakaian kepada warga bergelandangan di sekitar Kuala Lumpur. Orang homeless.
Actually, niat asalnya hanyalah suka-suka. Disebabkan hujung minggu, aku ada kelapangan apa salah nya nak join kan. Tapi bila aku sampai sana, boleh kata first time aku dapat experience benda-benda rare macam ni.
Bila aku tengok sendiri keadaan orang homeless ini, teringat aku pasal kisah K2. K2, watak dalam Contengan Jalanan, ventured to Jakarta to find his purpose of life. After meeting Bapak Tono in Australia, K2 decided to go on a trip to Indonesia, impromptu. And there, he met many kinds of people, and one of them is, "orang gelandangan".
So, bila aku tengok sendiri keadaan orang-orang homeless ni, macam-macam perasaan timbul selain mengingatkan aku kepada situasi K2 di Jakarta. Ada yang berjaga, ada yang tidur lena, ada yang tidur tak pakai baju, berselimutkan kotak, mencari makan di kala dingin malam, dan yang pasti berbumbungkan langit hitam dan awan kelabu.
Ada ramai, terlalu ramai orang homeless sekitar Kuala Lumpur. Mujur ada insan-insan prihatin yang tolong anjurkan aktiviti kemasyarakatan nak tolong orang-orang macam ni. And kebanyakan daripada dorang jugak tak lah tak bekerja, ada yang jadi guard, ada yang jadi janitor, tapi disebabkan oleh kos hidup yang tinggi di bandar, siapa yang mampu miliki rumah?
Ada aku dengar kisah sedih, ada yang gembira bila kitorang datang bawa baju and makanan. Ada yang siap bergurau lagi, dan mereka ni kadang-kadang lagi tahu tentang keadaan sekeliling daripada kita. Hidup susah, tidak melarat, tapi dimana erti kemanusiaan? Kebanyakkan daripada mereka bukan orang punyai kudrat, muka masing-masing berkerut, masing-masing menggigil kesejukan, kalau hujan, manakan mahu berteduh?
Bila aku dah tengok sendiri kehidupan macam tu, bila aku sendiri hulur makanan dan pakaian dekat dorang, rasa sebak pun ada. Ada insan yang tak berapa beruntung macam kita. Tapi aku tengok dorang masih lagi boleh tersenyum. Pengalaman hebat, walau dalam satu malam.
Nak cerita, memang susah. Kalau ada kesempatan, maybe boleh rasa sendiri, boleh tengok dengan mata sendiri macam mana orang-orang ini hidup. Hidup orang gelandangan. Hidup orang homeless. Yang pasti, kita kena bersyukur kita tak diuji macam dorang. Moga mereka tabah, dan terus ingat tuhan. Dan, moga tuhan permudahkan.
Ada pakcik mualaf (revert) nama Sulaiman, " Baju Melayu ada? Boleh pakai masa raya."
Sayup aku dengar.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Hipokrit
Hipokrit, tak salah bukan?
Kala bulan Ramadhan ni, aku rasa ramai je yang faham, ramai yang mengerti, bulan Ramadhan bulan suci. Bulan Ramadhan bulan beramal jariah. Tapi disebalik pengertian tu, ramai lagi syaitan dunia berlari bebas mungkin.
Analogi, bayangkan, ikut lah. Satu tahun ada 12 bulan. 11 bulan buat dosa, kemudian tiba Ramadhan. Bulan penuh keberkatan, syaitan dirantai, pintu syurga dibuka seluas-luasnya, pahala berlipat kali ganda, itu belum kira kalau dapat berkat malam lailatul qadar lagi.
Apa lagi kita mahu?
Diberi peluang untuk menebus dosa 11 bulan yang lepas, masih tak nak ambil peluang lagi? Ajal itu bila-bila, orang kata. Kita angguk kepala, sebab ianya memang fakta. Tapi?
Hipokrit lah sikit. Lepas tu cuba-cubalah ikhlas.
Kalau tak buat amal pun, tak perlulah nak zahirkan dosa. Biarlah bertujuan untuk hormat bulan puasa ni. Kadang-kadang, tengok orang puasa tapi bab pergi bazaar Ramadhan, berkepit je tangan. Bulan puasa kot, hold lah sikit nafsu tu. Raya nanti lain cerita.
Then, macam-macam lagi lah yang benda tak berapa baik kita buat 11 bulan yang lepas. Ini satu bulan je, sebulan tu tak lama. Ramadhan datang sebulan then hilang terus setahun. Tahan sikit je, tak banyak.
Dan lagi bagus,
Biar lah sebelum ni kita jarang-jarang, atau langsung tak pernah baca al-Quran, buat solat sunat, apatah lagi kalau ada benda yang wajib pun kita tak buat, then bulan puasa ni lah nak buat semua sekali. Biar lah orang nak cakap apa sekali pun, biarlah kita hipokrit demi Ramadhan.
Orang kata jangan jadi hamba Ramadhan. Bulan ini aja baru nak buat amal. Tapi kadang-kadang kita perlukan catalyst. Dan bulan Ramadhan ni catalyst sebagus-bagus catalyst.
Mudah-mudahan amal kita lama-lama jadi ikhlas.
Mudah-mudahan buat amal jadi istiqamah.
Sekali lagi,
Kala bulan Ramadhan ni, aku rasa ramai je yang faham, ramai yang mengerti, bulan Ramadhan bulan suci. Bulan Ramadhan bulan beramal jariah. Tapi disebalik pengertian tu, ramai lagi syaitan dunia berlari bebas mungkin.
Analogi, bayangkan, ikut lah. Satu tahun ada 12 bulan. 11 bulan buat dosa, kemudian tiba Ramadhan. Bulan penuh keberkatan, syaitan dirantai, pintu syurga dibuka seluas-luasnya, pahala berlipat kali ganda, itu belum kira kalau dapat berkat malam lailatul qadar lagi.
Apa lagi kita mahu?
Diberi peluang untuk menebus dosa 11 bulan yang lepas, masih tak nak ambil peluang lagi? Ajal itu bila-bila, orang kata. Kita angguk kepala, sebab ianya memang fakta. Tapi?
Hipokrit lah sikit. Lepas tu cuba-cubalah ikhlas.
Kalau tak buat amal pun, tak perlulah nak zahirkan dosa. Biarlah bertujuan untuk hormat bulan puasa ni. Kadang-kadang, tengok orang puasa tapi bab pergi bazaar Ramadhan, berkepit je tangan. Bulan puasa kot, hold lah sikit nafsu tu. Raya nanti lain cerita.
Then, macam-macam lagi lah yang benda tak berapa baik kita buat 11 bulan yang lepas. Ini satu bulan je, sebulan tu tak lama. Ramadhan datang sebulan then hilang terus setahun. Tahan sikit je, tak banyak.
Dan lagi bagus,
Biar lah sebelum ni kita jarang-jarang, atau langsung tak pernah baca al-Quran, buat solat sunat, apatah lagi kalau ada benda yang wajib pun kita tak buat, then bulan puasa ni lah nak buat semua sekali. Biar lah orang nak cakap apa sekali pun, biarlah kita hipokrit demi Ramadhan.
Orang kata jangan jadi hamba Ramadhan. Bulan ini aja baru nak buat amal. Tapi kadang-kadang kita perlukan catalyst. Dan bulan Ramadhan ni catalyst sebagus-bagus catalyst.
Mudah-mudahan amal kita lama-lama jadi ikhlas.
Mudah-mudahan buat amal jadi istiqamah.
Sekali lagi,
Hipokrit tak salah bukan?
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Short #7
( Makan, minum, kerja, main, masa depan, sekolah, family )
Dalam hati : Rakaat berapa sekarang ea?
Dalam hati : Rakaat berapa sekarang ea?
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Untitled #17
Everything is fabricated.
Know well, even your heart. When the beating of your heart is only an inch when you gently place your palm upon your chest, the feeling is superficial, yet seemingly fake and full of lies.
At times, we do sense the ambience of that tactility,
We shall soon come to know, and we shall savour,
The confusion that hits us, has its own significance,
Embracing meaning we know not of,
Before.
Know well, even your heart. When the beating of your heart is only an inch when you gently place your palm upon your chest, the feeling is superficial, yet seemingly fake and full of lies.
At times, we do sense the ambience of that tactility,
We shall soon come to know, and we shall savour,
The confusion that hits us, has its own significance,
Embracing meaning we know not of,
Before.
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