Saturday, 31 May 2008
If you are reading this, which i doubt you are, welcome!
this would be; i could say the fifth blog page i've ever written in. Despite the fact that i once vowed to stop writing crap that i'm sure nobody reads anyway. two years back. I am, in my heart and soul a writer. Or so i would prefer to believe so.
Truthfully, it is a far better way to spend my precious free time ranting or rambling (putting the title description to good use here) to an unknown audience (this saying i actually have one) than staring at my TV screen watching dvd's all day. Did i mention my free time?
Also, i always thought my opinions should be heard, that is way i make such a good conversationalist (yeah, i wish). Anyway..the last two posts i put up here was merely an appetizer to what kind of things i will soon paste up here. And yeah, they were actually the few previous posts i had in my other blog pages; which is visibly inactive at this stage. but hey, those were good times...
In light of my layout, it was chosen by a good friend..though today i was thinking of changing it again. something darker and more subdued..they way i always had it. BUt i'm thinking i should keep it vibrant and eye-catching. So, i am in a dilemma. To change or not to change. It is fairly new..so i may keep this layout for awhile. Untill i can find a more suitable one..or manage to get a friend to design one for me.
SO here it is; what i would say a short (see..it is kinda short for an opening specch no?) intro to what is my blog. expect some mind-boggling bits of literature on my part next. AS i say au revoir for now ;)
Reading more of my time-consuming novel these days.and trying to go green all the way.
Something to remember
I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.
I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.
I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.
I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.
I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.
I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
Found this a few years back. and i thought it taught me a few things. if not a lot.
DINING TABLES NEVER LIES
Our migration into Kuala Lumpur started as turning a fresh page in a book, but it soon progressed so rapidly, we literally opened a whole new book. The days we were spending together at our dining table for breakfast together became too strenuous, as we were afraid that one second late would bury us deep into heavy traffic on our way to the office. We soon exclaim it to be more convenient to buy curry-puffs at the foot of our office buildings and eat between busy phone calls with clients, contractors and suppliers.
Micro evolution of identity actually starts at home, as simple as deciding what to have for breakfast and recap encounters we had that day as we have our dinner. I firmly believe the food that our devoted mothers stir on her kitchens sets to determine our inner self identity. Regardless of our personal backgrounds, we regard our family community as something of our own charm and a stamped property.
If we were to compare what simple mothers prepare for the family in the rural areas with the urban’s, bold enough is the amount of attention given. What is a ritual and affectionate routine to some has become a commotion to the others. The end user of this simple task will go out to contribute to the society at large, and eventually shaping the nation. If architecture is about making human being comfortable and supportive of their milieus, then mummy’s breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper is the root of it all.
The big question is the depleting role of mothers in this fast urban life has significantly evolving, supplementing on our physical operations everywhere in the world. From the nasi-lemak-and-hot-tea to the Kellogs-Cornflakes-and-milk, we embrace ourselves, step outside the house and try to make a decent living.
The evolution of activities and demands makes urban mothers relatively busy, synonymous to an urban culture. The passion to feed healthy food becomes redundant; mothers opt for professional mamak stalls for help. We too, engaged and submit ourselves to the abundance of non-maternal victuals. This sole reliance, apart from distributing unnecessary familial wealth to strangers, is also ubiquitous. Slowly, the values of personal identity are lost in the demand of culminating monetary wealth.
Prototyped families, colonised in time are everyday losing a battle in sustaining their identity. As the urban life is all about pursuit, ‘instant mothers’ from international chains took over the routine of eating. This, in a general picture, makes mothers negligible, fathers financially-fragile and children spoilt, for choices, health, and the trademark the family holds. There is no more special dumplings, or mum’s hot chicken curry when everything you consume in the food courts are superficial and plain tasteless.
Food industry, no longer exclusive to our mothers, is now a gigantic and impersonal entertainment to the manufacturers as they continue to colonise our taste buds. How do we count our personality to differ from the family next door if the food we are now consuming consists of smaller modules of BigMacs, Cokes, Haagen Dazs and Starbuck’s fresh-brewed coffee? Our taste buds are now so globalised, we will get the same tang everywhere, even in remote towns. Are we no longer craving for the extra spicy sambal petai, and succulently sweet bubur kacang?
Even all attributes such as the provision of hypermarkets, one of the symbols of urban life, ease the needs to feed the family; we still awe ourselves at losing grip of our distinctiveness. This is an extremely important feature of the way we perceive this small chapter of ‘ourselves’, making the evolution of personal identity a remarkable feat to sustain. By contrast, this is a parallel with the issues of urbanisation, making our every sensible worth intangible.
If time is considered as an invaluable treasure, it may be honest to some, to sacrifice mum’s dinner so more time could be spent to fine-tune the multi-million dollar project proposal. This subjective anticipation will never drown the perception of domestic business is just too consuming. If architecture for human anticipates economy, surrounding and social matters, then a mother’s roles (as a catalyst for familial integrity), regardless our geographical location; in shaping the better part of us is more relevant than ever. What is therefore more appropriate to generate domestic economy to improve our environment and moral values as an identity to boast with pride? Are we not the least bothered with the fact that our mothers are on every corners of the city? We do claim that we are two very different people, are we not?
Yes, urban life makes us too hectic to entertain our basic needs, more importantly, too wretched to spend quality time with our family. Urbanisation has indeed imposes an impact, be it positive or otherwise, on every its inhabitants. What was once a simple task becomes a life threatening decision. The already complex human psyche is now struggling to fiddle with technology no longer applicable the next day they get off the bed. The fact is inevitably true but somehow, I wake everyday longing for that hot banana dumplings and extra thick coffee. Home-made, extra crispy and coffee seeds at the ring of my mug.
+ Don’t eat fish, they piss in the water (Jane Jones – Closer, 2005)
written by Syah.
-can't wait to read more of his scribbles..!