I've Read This

It's quite hard to understand on what this book was trying to tell us readers. But, since it's kinda motivative and funky, I found it very interesting. It's the word where I like to use the most on something exciting, RARE. This book really is rare.

This book explains the benefits of making bad decisions. It shows how risk is your security in life. And why unreason is better than reason. It's about having the confidence to roll the dice.

Ok. The above statements were illegally taken from the book itself. I can't write something creative like that. The book also told us to steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels our imagination. So, I've decided to write what the book says here. Just like Jean-Luc Godard said 'it's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to.'

Actually, we do need inspirations to change and motivate ourselves. Great arts too need a great inspiration or copies from others and all around them. We can't truly see an art came from a person that was really original. The person too eventually needs imaginations. That is what inspires them. For me, many things (or person) inspired me in what I've becoming to. We need something to do something. We can't do it all alone.

note-on-the-fridge : The author who wrote this book was Paul Arden. He only managed to write 3 books before he left the world.

Past, Present and Future. Overfloor Must Stand For Another Century.

Past memories are still haunting me. With my shadows and footsteps that still remains in those cracking walls and old halls. One will never forget how they lived through those days. Though it's just prints, but still, I left a piece of my heart there. Back there when I was growing to be a man.

I've just read a post from one of my beloved foster brother, Muhammad Alif, about our days in school. The post was about the difference of the present boys and us old boys. Luckily, we were not so old yet. But in the scenery, we can tell. How much the hated Mr. R had made changes that some of the students and most of the old boys can't even follow or respect. Though we were not too long with the before of the changes, but still, we had our moments back then with some of the tradition being injected in our bloods. Still good though.

The present boys are merely towards their educations but no fun at all. Some even didn't know what R.E.S.P.E.C.T really means. The word is not just especially for their present seniors, it even goes to the teachers, cleaners, guards and us too, the old boys. But still, some didn't even care for the respect towards their present seniors though. When we were all in the mighty youngs and careless, we were taught, harshly, to be self-respect towards own and others. Taught on how to be independent. Taught on how to keep secrets where only us could know. Taught on how to be a man. Educations were still important, but fun was there and good enough though we had to keep the word respects in our mind. It wasn't that hard actually. Staring would be a foul. Keep your eyes down and never look at those seniors.

In my opinion, present boys didn't actually learn anything from the school. Yeah, they did learn on Algebra and Velocities. But, is that what life is truly about? What about fun and adventure? What about life? What about sad and happiness? What about brotherhood and unite? Living under one old roof for 5 years. Is it worth if the heads be filled by only numbers and words. Other schools did that. But not in this special 100 year old one. Special things must be treated with special ways. Like kings and prince. They are special aren't they.

This special school leaves symphonic traditions as references where future boys could lead their own ways in being success in life. But the changes that not just changed the traditions, but dissolving it into the air and disappears from time to time. What is left? Nothing and no more stories to tell to themselves and their children and their children's children. Just a plain old stories filled with boredom and emptiness. Traditions were made to be followed, not to change it. Like wearing a Baju Melayu with songkok and samping. It's a Malay's tradition. One can not change the ways on how to wear it. It would be a disgrace to our ancestors.

With a new wave that was coming, I was really hoping that a century year old traditions could still remain in the air of Kuala Kangsar. Malay College students are not just students, we were once King of Schools and School of Kings. In my case, where me and my batch were LEGENDS. Future boys must live the traditions back to life as we would never want the Overfloor to tremble down. We will support you.

For Reasons Unknown

I felt like something changed within me. I felt like I need something new, something raw and fresh and something with high calcium. I needed a new writing space. I needed this.

Puisi gua, lirik gua, blog gua is the Malay version of my journal. This is the English version. For reasons unknown, I needed to improve my english better than before. Yeah, my english level is 3. So I put out this page especially just to convince myself that it is never too late to learn. Never the less, to practice. So I can be a better person someday. Better mostly in english actually.

A lot of things going through my mind lately. There's many thoughts that I would like to share. These thoughts even preventing me in doing my work properly. It also turns off my mood. I even got into misunderstandings between me and my colleagues. This disturbance gotta stop. That's why my thought came up till here. For reasons unknown, again, this page exists.

I'm not writing for names. I'm not writing for others. I'm not writing coz my mom told me too. I even am not writing for trying to be somebody important. I'm writing coz I felt like to. I'm now writing coz this mind needed to be emptied. It's full with thoughts.