http://peraktoday.com/wp/?p=992
http://margeemar.blogspot.com/2010/06/kesakitan-penang-medical-college.html
http://margeemar.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-penang-medical-college.html
http://margeemar.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-perspective-on-penang-medical.html
i shall not say whether this true or not cuz some of the bits quite surprised me. n i like goin to sj and taiping. different person, different perspective ya know?
but 4 nw, im goin to have to fork out 13,000 2 go to oz or canada. cuz chances of you goin to get employed in eire is as high as 0.5%.wanna work in malaysia? be my guest.
you can learn loads here, no bull.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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Saturday, November 6, 2010
Lost and found
i went to see a play last sat with the above title. it's a story bout whats lost in life. its good, no bull, but i really haven't got the found part. whether it's not there or my right side brain is unsynapsing, i dunno. the part where it made me think the most was, this;
Mr A (i forgot the name) works for the gov, later got sent to sabah for 2 years and leaving his family behind. then, wanting to be with his family, he quits his gov post, and decided to work in the private sector. then, as his career grows, he have to work around the clock to make ends meet. again, he become more disconnected with his son. until, he was like, 40 or 50, he decided to start his own business to have more free time with his family. but, his business went bust and he made several attempt to start a couple of business but all were unsuccessful. now, in his retirement age, he had no pension, all his saving are spent towards his business, and his son doesn't love him claiming he was never there for him.
the story is more or less goes like that.
so, point to ponder..
i) all that he's been doing is for his family. but, why the ending has to be like that?
ii) feel any eerie similarity? i work like hell plus OT some more but my children don't know me? like the old people saying, money can't buy hapiness, aint it?
iii) but, if i don't work, who's gonna foot the bills? food?
iv)does the son is right in doing so? i mean, yeah, he's deprived of love but then, the father is the one providing food, clothes, shelter to him until he grows up.
v) u know what. i bet that this is everybody's dilemma. but, here's a story, i have a friend, live in the kaya part of ampang with a huge comfortable house but seldom sees his pa bcoz the pa always works overseas. but he still loves his pa, though sometimes he do feel sad bout it, but hey, he UNDERSTANDS....i think, its the understanding part that make the difference..
some people just can't understand. but, they are not wrong as well. i mean, when grow up, which kinda memory stick to u and made u feel warm? ur father taking u to the playround or seeing a huge 40 inch LCD TV in da houz? again, from personal exp, i can tell that it's the former. having lost my father since i was a kid, i always remember these stuff about my father:
i) his smell
ii) his smile
iii) his dance to the Hindustan tune
iv) the day he present me my prize during my tadika sports day
v) the day he came to pick up at school one day. i take the bus everyday.
vi) every evening he always take me in our proton jalan2 n he always stop at this one shop, give me seringgit, and told me buy any drinks i want. i never forgot the blue schweppes i bought.
vii) the sound of your father car coming home. (ahahaa, sorry mr.kevin, i stole ur line)
now, how many millions did my dad spent? to have his smell. to have his smile. to dance to the hindustan tune.
that's why u can see anak orang susah2 lebih cherish their parents more compare to anak2 orang kaya. not all, but mostly.so parents, do not fall into the false pretense that giving=loving.
god, i miss my dad so freaking much.
other story in the play is a son losing touch with his father even though he take care of his father everyday but he's father loves his grandchild more. i think the message here is, while indeed your father or mother need care in their later years, it is the love and attention that they need more.
que my mom....taradaatatttata..now, the tone of nag has changed to why don't you more time to spent with me..adoi...like the old people saying, diluah mati mak, ditelan mati bapak.ahaha..
its been a while since i had seen a play. great story, although some parts feels a bit rushed. great acting, some showed their inexperincedity (is this a valid word? haha) but hey, effort wise, top class. the delivery techniques is fresh and engaging to the audience as well. shows that u dont need fancy pancy props to come out with a great show.
byk gile aku tulis arinih..ada bakat jadi writer x? huhu..k, chow lu.
Mr A (i forgot the name) works for the gov, later got sent to sabah for 2 years and leaving his family behind. then, wanting to be with his family, he quits his gov post, and decided to work in the private sector. then, as his career grows, he have to work around the clock to make ends meet. again, he become more disconnected with his son. until, he was like, 40 or 50, he decided to start his own business to have more free time with his family. but, his business went bust and he made several attempt to start a couple of business but all were unsuccessful. now, in his retirement age, he had no pension, all his saving are spent towards his business, and his son doesn't love him claiming he was never there for him.
the story is more or less goes like that.
so, point to ponder..
i) all that he's been doing is for his family. but, why the ending has to be like that?
ii) feel any eerie similarity? i work like hell plus OT some more but my children don't know me? like the old people saying, money can't buy hapiness, aint it?
iii) but, if i don't work, who's gonna foot the bills? food?
iv)does the son is right in doing so? i mean, yeah, he's deprived of love but then, the father is the one providing food, clothes, shelter to him until he grows up.
v) u know what. i bet that this is everybody's dilemma. but, here's a story, i have a friend, live in the kaya part of ampang with a huge comfortable house but seldom sees his pa bcoz the pa always works overseas. but he still loves his pa, though sometimes he do feel sad bout it, but hey, he UNDERSTANDS....i think, its the understanding part that make the difference..
some people just can't understand. but, they are not wrong as well. i mean, when grow up, which kinda memory stick to u and made u feel warm? ur father taking u to the playround or seeing a huge 40 inch LCD TV in da houz? again, from personal exp, i can tell that it's the former. having lost my father since i was a kid, i always remember these stuff about my father:
i) his smell
ii) his smile
iii) his dance to the Hindustan tune
iv) the day he present me my prize during my tadika sports day
v) the day he came to pick up at school one day. i take the bus everyday.
vi) every evening he always take me in our proton jalan2 n he always stop at this one shop, give me seringgit, and told me buy any drinks i want. i never forgot the blue schweppes i bought.
vii) the sound of your father car coming home. (ahahaa, sorry mr.kevin, i stole ur line)
now, how many millions did my dad spent? to have his smell. to have his smile. to dance to the hindustan tune.
that's why u can see anak orang susah2 lebih cherish their parents more compare to anak2 orang kaya. not all, but mostly.so parents, do not fall into the false pretense that giving=loving.
god, i miss my dad so freaking much.
other story in the play is a son losing touch with his father even though he take care of his father everyday but he's father loves his grandchild more. i think the message here is, while indeed your father or mother need care in their later years, it is the love and attention that they need more.
que my mom....taradaatatttata..now, the tone of nag has changed to why don't you more time to spent with me..adoi...like the old people saying, diluah mati mak, ditelan mati bapak.ahaha..
its been a while since i had seen a play. great story, although some parts feels a bit rushed. great acting, some showed their inexperincedity (is this a valid word? haha) but hey, effort wise, top class. the delivery techniques is fresh and engaging to the audience as well. shows that u dont need fancy pancy props to come out with a great show.
byk gile aku tulis arinih..ada bakat jadi writer x? huhu..k, chow lu.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
gud day
What an amazing morning. almost all the traffic lights to day lit green whenever i approached them ( usually all of them will be bloody red, 1 after 1, for like, a freaking hour!) n then i get to eat one of the best roti canai in the world while browsing around. at padang jawa.
an interesting stuff happened is dat initially, i saw this guy in red shirt and jean shorts in the middle of the road. i was like, what the heck man? roadkill? then, i tersesat masuk ke kpg pdg jawa n had to make a u turn. then, he was there again. instead, he was trying to get a ride! aha, poor him. sebab he looks bigger and stronger than me so i didn't dare to give a ride. sat g die taboh aku mampoih then ambek moto aku.
so, die g mkn kt kedai roti canai tu n after dat, still trying to hitchhike on anything his can get his paws on. moto ka, kete ka, lori sampah ka..mcm2 taktik lak tu. senyum la, wat best sign la, suro stop2 la..last2 aku rasa dia dapat lori sampah tu kot.
so, i think the reason he failed to get a proper ride is:
1) it's bloody rush hour even though it's a public holiday
2) he's on a busy road. his chances will be better if he's at a more secluded road. orang akan leibh kasihan.
3) he appears to be hostile. yeah, i know, how else should a homeless person should appear like rite? but, nampak mcm penjenayah. kalau wat muka alim2 kucing, at least your chances will be better.
k, jya
an interesting stuff happened is dat initially, i saw this guy in red shirt and jean shorts in the middle of the road. i was like, what the heck man? roadkill? then, i tersesat masuk ke kpg pdg jawa n had to make a u turn. then, he was there again. instead, he was trying to get a ride! aha, poor him. sebab he looks bigger and stronger than me so i didn't dare to give a ride. sat g die taboh aku mampoih then ambek moto aku.
so, die g mkn kt kedai roti canai tu n after dat, still trying to hitchhike on anything his can get his paws on. moto ka, kete ka, lori sampah ka..mcm2 taktik lak tu. senyum la, wat best sign la, suro stop2 la..last2 aku rasa dia dapat lori sampah tu kot.
so, i think the reason he failed to get a proper ride is:
1) it's bloody rush hour even though it's a public holiday
2) he's on a busy road. his chances will be better if he's at a more secluded road. orang akan leibh kasihan.
3) he appears to be hostile. yeah, i know, how else should a homeless person should appear like rite? but, nampak mcm penjenayah. kalau wat muka alim2 kucing, at least your chances will be better.
k, jya
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
the promised poem
this is the poem dat i written before.xda title pun. ahahah..any suggetsion?? comments and critics are welcomed, njoy..
Its been a while since Death visited the family,
should it be welcomed or not?
some waited for it, some didn't.
Some of The Waiters are waiting the ending of a journey,
some of the waiters are waiting to reap the rewards from The Waiters,
The Doesn't Waiters, prepared or not, are in for a surprise,
because willing or not, it's sure to come.
It's been a while since Death visited the family,
The Doesn't Waiters has outnumbered The Waiters,
The Waiters tries to make The Doesn't Waiters become like themselves,
but The Doesn't Waiters still had a lot to accomplished before he can waits.
do The Waiters need to change The Doesn't Waiters?
since they themselves doesn't wait before they become The Waiters.
or maybe The Waiters are seeking companionship in their waiting,
gripping fear of being alone at the end.
It's been a while since Death visited the family,
the last time it did, everybody are tearful,
maybe for The Waiters, it's the tear of sadness or joy, respectively of their waiting,
maybe for The Doesn't Waiters, it's the tear of shock or nothingness,
that being obtuse, they forget Death too will visit them,
taking them to the end,
that The Waiters are waiting for.
Kamal Ishak, April 2010
Its been a while since Death visited the family,
should it be welcomed or not?
some waited for it, some didn't.
Some of The Waiters are waiting the ending of a journey,
some of the waiters are waiting to reap the rewards from The Waiters,
The Doesn't Waiters, prepared or not, are in for a surprise,
because willing or not, it's sure to come.
It's been a while since Death visited the family,
The Doesn't Waiters has outnumbered The Waiters,
The Waiters tries to make The Doesn't Waiters become like themselves,
but The Doesn't Waiters still had a lot to accomplished before he can waits.
do The Waiters need to change The Doesn't Waiters?
since they themselves doesn't wait before they become The Waiters.
or maybe The Waiters are seeking companionship in their waiting,
gripping fear of being alone at the end.
It's been a while since Death visited the family,
the last time it did, everybody are tearful,
maybe for The Waiters, it's the tear of sadness or joy, respectively of their waiting,
maybe for The Doesn't Waiters, it's the tear of shock or nothingness,
that being obtuse, they forget Death too will visit them,
taking them to the end,
that The Waiters are waiting for.
Kamal Ishak, April 2010
lawak of the day
Pagi tadi aku tgh minum teh o panas kat maple ni. pastuh, tgh baca paper, then ada sorg laki ni panggil ane suro kira.pastu ane tu dtg la.
Pastu laki tu ckp, "milo WOo, satu. teh WOo, satu. teh WOo, satu."
ahaahah, aku dok sebelah tu dok tahan gelak dah. xguna tul dok buli ane tu.
adei, ni tgh dok taip ni pun dok gelak lg. ahaha.
Pastu laki tu ckp, "milo WOo, satu. teh WOo, satu. teh WOo, satu."
ahaahah, aku dok sebelah tu dok tahan gelak dah. xguna tul dok buli ane tu.
adei, ni tgh dok taip ni pun dok gelak lg. ahaha.
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