Thursday, July 28, 2005
Structural Functionalism
Dah lama ya tak update blog ni.... recently, i feel like my life was structured by certain system and well, it 'functionally responded' (some kind like structural functionalism!!). I think it began when i started working here. My life has changed a lot. By 6.30 early morning i have to say a temporary good bye to my family and meet them around maghrib. Ok, that's fine!! I choose to accept this way of life. It's not a big deal. But, what make me feel bad is about i started to count the days when my bank account will be reloaded by the company and fyi, it was in the first week of the month. This is ridiculous. So now i'm in the process of getting rid this kind of feeling or could we call it habit? Hopefully it will return to normal soon (depends on how i manage to control my spending). Or should i apply for AP??? But i don't have a showroom, what!!! without showroom can also have hundreds of APs??? It's really helps Bumis!!! Afundi rAPidah!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
To Remember Me
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busy occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine.
And don't call this my deathbed.
Let it be called the Bed of Life,
and let my body be taken from it to help other lead fuller lives.Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise,
a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of this car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body
and find a way to make a crippled child walk.Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary,
and let them grow so that, some day,
a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses,
and all prejudice against my fellow man.Give my sins to the devil.Give my soul to the God.If, by chance, you wish to remember me,
do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busy occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine.
And don't call this my deathbed.
Let it be called the Bed of Life,
and let my body be taken from it to help other lead fuller lives.Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise,
a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of this car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body
and find a way to make a crippled child walk.Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary,
and let them grow so that, some day,
a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses,
and all prejudice against my fellow man.Give my sins to the devil.Give my soul to the God.If, by chance, you wish to remember me,
do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
It's all about choices
Life doesn't just happen to you. It's all about choices and how you respond to every situation. If you are in the habit of continually making bad choices, disaster often occurs. Your everyday choices ultimately determine whether you end up living with abundance or living poverty. However life never completely closes the door to opportunity.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Imagination is better than knowledge
- Imagine.... we all are governed by the leaders who are really taking care the welfare of the citizens - some kind of utopian socialism....
- Imagine.... our soccer team have a place in the world cup....
- Imagine... unknown driver gives us a space to exit in the busy junction
- Imagine... Mawi has voted out of the next AFconcert - oh BIG NO from MAWI FC....
Friday, July 01, 2005
Are you sure Jimmy Chua?
Datuk Chua Jui Meng announced just few minutes ago that he will go for the numero uno in MCA. Reason: For the betterment of democracy. So, watch out Ong Ka Ting!!! Jimmy Chua also warned the press to be fair in reporting the fight between them. Obviously, it has reffered to the MCA-owned press. Go Jimmy, go....
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