Funny how time flies..

You wake up as the sun ray forces open your eye lids to hit the 'play' button of your day and you expect rainbows to colour your day. Sit down on your bed, couch or on the floor - depending on whether you were sent home after getting wasted the night before - , and ask yourself "What I have done yesterday, would I hit 'replay' today?"

And you list down the things you want to do, but because you're too lazy to get up and reach out for a pen and paper, you list it down in your mind, ignoring the fact that you'll forget what you thought within the hour hand.

And the next thing you know, you're late for school or work.

So you force yourself to get up, hoping that moving away from you 'sleep zone' is not as hard as opening your eye lids. Of course! How could you not when you need to rush and catch up with time?

Heed that my intention is not giving the wrong idea. I'm not implying that if you skip brushing off the chicken stuck between your teeth or forgetting about flushing the toilet after your business will allow time to stop, have a cup of espresso and wait up for you while reading tomorrow's papers.

But when you're supposedly late for something, you tend to try to defy all odds and believe that you could actually catch up with time when you're actually doing is scraping off your time. It's like chasing the breath of a dragon with a fish net. Never going to happen.

When people believe they managed to beat time actually means they mange to beat their own time, not?

You arrive just in time. Why? You pass the red light and skip zipping up your fly.

Time flies. And it flies without mercy. It'll not turn back like a waiter who reinquires your order.

Life is recorded, but somehow the 'replay' button doesn't seem to appear anywhere in life.

Just let it be. It's as simple as that. Time is not a complex matter. We're making it intricate just tom grant us an intellectual superiority when actually you're just a blind mice leading thousands of potential leaders who can see clearly but sight impeded by the complication you so called superiors cause.

Live life and enjoy every second of it. The future is uncertain as how long we are going to live.

Try not to be late and support the thought in your mind that you could actually play a game of catch with time.

Don't attempt to stretch time, cause if you do, time won't be the want that breaks, something else will, and that is our life.

I know time flies. Inevitably. And there's nothing we can do about it but to just sit down, relax, execute our responsiblities and live life the way we want it.

That way, time would fly faster, but at least we have the assurance that we used it well. Wouldn't that mean a lot?

I best sum things up by the words of a true genius.

"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes. When you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours that's relativity." -- Albert Einstein

Desperate times call for desperate measures

When you have prepared yourself - attending full dress rehearsals, scrutanising your past mistakes, practiced the best techniques and sharpened your forte -, you ought to possess the confidence of Cassius Clay.

But nah. Not only do we deliberately ignore the fact that we are capable of achieving higher standards, we let our fear run us down like a road roller. Yes, they are many factors to consider in the process of realising your goals - finance, peer pressure, health, relationships, and shyness - , but why do we have to be constantly terrified of doing something we want to do. What makes us so conscious of other people's opinions? A lion wouldn't stop devouring your thighs even when you hold out your hand and demand it to stop.

Yet when we put ourselves in interestingly difficult situations, where only then can we find our 'inner potential'. Knowledge you never thought you know are actually spilling everywhere like a amateur waiter carrying a bowl of soup filled to the brim with tremour hands.

My point is, why let us be run down by fears? Why can't we let it be the driving force for us to succeed?  Let fear be the fuel to run our engines. We decide on options as we have the right to choose.

Of course, by human nature, we won't want to experience fear or even learn about it cause we are scared about it. Therefore, when we are bogged down by terrifying events or frightening experiences or have a bad sense of premonition, we would not know what to do but to cling onto the wind trying to calm ourselves by reciting a mantra found through Google.

Learn our fears. Embrace them as it is a part of us. Having fear is as natural as breathing. It will come no matter how hard you try to run away from it. Fear is like light, you can never go faster than it. Mix it with strength and determination and you're on your way to reach higher than the top.

But sometimes, we let our fear run us down cause we are just lazy to overcome it. No problem with that. Fear is what keeps us alive too right?

Why go against the usual?

The mind catches what the eyes see,

Yet comprehending to what laid upon our sight is not easy,

For the illusion of our mind twirls the fabric of facts,

That made us question on how true is life?

We march forward yet our pasts shape our present,

Would not history to sew our future together?

I contemplate on the meaning on what it means to be golden,

To shine like the glistering rays of the heaven,

Where all be astounded by its sheer beauty,

But could never actually keep the light in their pockets.

How saddened am I by the poignant truth,

That we disguise ourselves to impress,

That it's been the tradition to lie so as to awe others,

And unfortunately I'm tied down to this trend,

For being different means we are outcasts.

The media.

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Can anybody offer me rational tips on how to blog?

I think I've been too engrossed with nothing.

"Rex, what are you thinking?"
"Nothing. Today is so hot even my bed is sweating. I'm thinking of how to sleep in a sweaty bed!?"

I snooped around StarOnline today and I'm fired with an endless barrage of bullets carrying news regarding adultery, violence or any immoral acts or suicide. And they are the most viewed piece of news.


Something is not right here now is it? I heard a lecture before given by some famous dude and he mentioned that we should not read the papers in the morning cause it might distort our "I feel good, fresh air's good" feeling. Bad news would only ruin our 'good vibe' for the day. Initially, I had to disagree with a statement like that, cause lunch breaks with the boys at work would be less of the expected social norm if you talked about yesterday's news.

"Wow! Yesterday's newspaper/news were all great! I can't wait to find out what happened yesterday in today's newspaper when I read it before bed tonight!"

It's no wonder results for the election are always at night.

Still. What if bad news was present? Would it not distort our sleep? Or maybe his philosophy was "He'll sleep it through".

Anyway, we got to learn to balance from what's right and what's wrong. What the news have to tell us, it should help us the world at a whole different perspective. Is it not a social problem when these kind of news gets the most attention and yet, nothing is physically done to overcome it?

The mind's of many is just too enclosed. It's a severe damage that not many will stretch out their hands in case they too get the dirt on their bleached clothing.

I'm frightened. What will the future be?

So are your parents coming tomorrow?

Tomorrow is "Hari Permuafakatan". It's an event anticipated by a minimum number of people, whereby eager parents are going to have a meeting with ebullient teachers to discuss about their children's/students' performance in school. It covers a scope far more than just academic though. Matters discussed include students discipline, performance in school work, involvement in class or school activities, social skills and so forth.

But we all know the one that tops the list is the red ink in the students report card. A+ marks the end of the rainbow. F marks the other end.

Students are often terrified to introduce their parents to their teachers. Well who won't? Especially when there are many dark secrets to be unveiled.

"Anak puan ini selalu hisap rokok sewaktu saya mengajar"
"Rex ni seorang pelajar yang malas. Dia selalu tidak hantar kerja rumah walaupun dia sudah siap."
"Your son is an imbecile."
"Anak awak sangat bodoh macam bapa dia."

It's comments like these that makes students sleep naked with their hair wet in a air conditioned room of lowest temperature to make them sniff gooey flu the next day.

"Rex, let's go see your teacher."
"But I'm not suppose to go to school when I'm sick and tired"

Blah. Just face the music. Bad is bad. Good is good. What done is done.
I ain't proud of what I've achieved nor will my parents. Nor do my teachers who I'm in full gratitude of.

Anyway, tomorrow's the day. I'll sit between my parents, facing my teacher and say "Cikgu, kita kan kawan?"

Violence is taking over school

Students are getting more rebellious if we are aware of the news surrounding our nation. Children are the voices of tomorrow, and teacher is the essential element that help polish their voices. It's either they end up singing in an orchestra or standing way back in choral speaking, or probably remain as the person who talks crap loudly in coffee shops.

Yesterday, I posted a news regarding a girl being beaten up by students for giving in to their financial demands. And mentioned that these occurrences happen quite often.

Today, I'm going to treat you with another piece of news acquired from TheStar Online. This particular student is slightly more valour in his actions than yesterday's Geng Kapak.

Teacher hurt after attack by student

KULIM: A disciplinary teacher sustained eight stitches on his head after a pupil threw a plastic table at him.

The 38-year-old teacher was talking to the newly elected committee members of the Mathe-matics and Science Association when the incident occurred at 1pm on Wednesday.

Declining to be named, the teacher said he noticed a group of some 20 pupils behaving in an unruly manner in the school.

He said they broke several window panes while walking along the corridor.

“I warned them to stop making noise and told them to leave the place as they were disrupting my discussions with the pupils,” he told reporters at his house in Taman Sulaiman here.

He said the pupils left but came back again a short while later.

“I then took a cane and tried to chase them.

“At that time, another teacher who heard the commotion, came in and asked the pupils to leave,” he said.

He said the pupils returned and started to disrupt the meeting again and one of them threw a plastic table which hit his head, causing him to fall down.

Other teachers then rushed him to the Kulim Hospital where he was given outpatient treatment.

Kulim OCPD Supt Ghuzlan Salleh said the teacher lodged a police report after the incident.

He said some of the pupils would be picked up soon to facilitate investigations.

He actually threw a table towards the teacher. It's hard to picture a table being hurdled towards a teacher by a student and knock him down senseless, with an epic ending of six stitches.

Violence is taking over school.

Don't kill me, I have an axe in my name!

Hello good people of wordpress and around the globe. I have ceased myself from abstaining from blogging. I have risen from the dead and now I'm a wondering spirit that's pretty much alive in any sense. Or I could be mortally alive in a another universe, a fact based on quantum theory. (Schrodinger's cat).

So as to celebrate the come back, let me entertain you with this great piece of news from TheStar Online. (Kinda long)

Classmates beat up student

PEKAN: A Form Three student who was constantly assaulted by a group of classmates who wanted money was hit with a chair and punched by them after she finally reported the matter to the principal.

The SMK Dato Mahmud Mat student said four of her male classmates, who called themselves “Geng Kapak” (Axe Gang), confronted her in class about 1pm on Tuesday, hitting her with a chair and landing blows on her face and body.

The battering, which took place in full view of other students, happened after the principal went to the classroom to look for the boys who were not in at that time.

Pekan OCPD Supt Yahya Othman confirmed that a report had been made on the assault, adding that the case was being investigated under Section 323 of the Penal Code for causing grievous hurt.

A police patrol car was seen parked at the school compound at 11.15am yesterday.

The girl’s parents were in school to meet the principal over the attack.

Speaking to reporters at her home in Kampung Pulau Serai, the victim said she had been bullied by the four almost on a daily basis since Feb-ruary.

‘’They would ask for money, and wanted RM1 or at least 50 sen. They would even go to the extent of doing a body search on me,” she said.

“At times, I had to hide my lunch money in my shoes,” said the girl, who was transferred to the school early this year.

She added that there were times when the boys would hit her and knock her head against the wall for no reason, threatening her with knives and broken glass.

“They were not afraid of anyone,” she said, adding, that there were other students who were also victims of the four.

The girl, who was given three days’ medical leave, said she was traumatised by the assaults and was afraid to return to school.

According to the mother, her daughter had been complaining to her about the incessant bullying each time she returned from school.

‘’I advised her to report the matter to the school management and let them take care of the matter.

However, things appeared to be serious when she returned home on Tuesday with her face all flushed. She could not even walk properly,’’ said the mother, who added that she was shocked to learn that her daughter had been hit with a chair and punched by the boys.

The mother said a police report was lodged about 3.30pm on Tuesday

I know this is a serious matter, but honestly, I could not help but burst out laughing at the name of the gang. Geng Kapak! Hahahahahaha!

Paul : Jenny, ada 50 sen ka? Mok beli susu. Ada seringgit jak tok.

Jenny : Dah ku padah banyak kali bah, Paul. Ku sikda duit pecah.

*tumbuk terus*

But this problem seems to occur frighteningly often, either in a small scale or a large scale. Students would demand money or any other suitable items from other students because they are Geng Kapak. Which generally means they can do anything they want. I probably need to consider forming a gang myself, and earn some formidable respect from my peers. I could give names like Geng Dadah, Geng Peransang, Geng Modes, or maybe Geng Ngajat.

I could just ruin a perfect day in a second. Smash the class' door, slam my fist on the table and while bearing the pain and shame of it all, I scream at the top of my voice to cover up my embarrassment. Shouting words that are undecipherable because there is actually no need for me to raise my voice in the first place. This often happen during girls' fights. They would scream at each other screaming words like "You look like a grandma with no kids! Nobody will marry you!" or "Your face looks like the mirror! Ugly". Nonsense.

Anyway, I pity the girl. Hope she'll recover soon. My advice to her is to form her own Gang. Axe Gang.