i’m beginning to like this infp.
god help me.
i’m beginning to like this infp.
i’m beginning to like this infp.
god help me.
i don’t want to be superstitious,
but certain things happen in a chain reaction of others.
More religious hypocrisy. How do people expect to find spiritual propitiation while eating chocolate truffles in a gilded bathtub in their 3600 sq meter hotel suite? More info on the super hotel.
I shall dwell no further on the essential beauty and richness of the Hajj because these can be understood properly only when one experiences them personally during the course of the pilgrimage. This much, however, I will certainly say that when, by the Grace of God, you may decide to undertake the pilgrimage, concentrate more on preparing yourself inwardly and spiritually for it than on anything else. Sadly enough, people bestow the greatest thought on the material comforts of the journey, they even want to take with them such trivial articles as salt, pepper and pickles and to equip themselves with as many as ten suits of clothes ; they get occupied with these preparations for months in advance but do nothing by way of making themselves fit spiritually for the great occasion. The result is that they gain nothing from it and come back as they had gone. It is not that a pilgrim is not allowed to furnish himself with material necessities before he sets out for the pilgrimage – within a proper limit, it is essential to do so – but these things do not make the real equipment for the Hajj. The real equipment lies in getting oneself ready with all the information needed for the carrying out of the duty and in the acquirement of the inner fitness which enables one to receive the rich spiritual benefits accruing from it. An important part of the endeavour to establish Hajj must be to create in the people’s minds an awareness of this fact. Without it, the Hajj will remain a soulless form and an empty ceremony.
LET’S make one thing very clear: the cry “Daulat Tuanku” is, if uttered, meant to affirm the sacred power of the king or sultan of the day in a ceremony, or to pledge allegiance.
Let us make another thing very clear here: The system of rulers in this country reaffirms the fact that Malaysia has a long history of Malay sultanate governance, even after the peninsula was colonised by European powers.
I, and other loyal subjects of the sultans, will utter “Daulat Tuanku” at ceremonies to recognise the ruling sultan, but not when the sultans are in non-ceremonious situations, like in a private moment.
For example, I have great respect for my ruler, but I will not utter “Daulat Tuanku” every time we engage in a conversation. All you have to do is to sembah (place your palms together, raise your hands to touch the forehead as a sign of respect) only when you first meet.
I was in Montevideo, Uruguay, earlier this year. Before the presidential dinner to honour our King (the Yang di-Pertuan Agong), I, fully dressed in my best suit, was standing in line along with many foreigners waiting to be introduced. When it came to my turn, I made the sembah and I did it because I respect and honour our system of monarchy (for example, I may not like the King but I do it because it is dictated by proper protocol).
Others, one or three Malaysians in the line-up, did not do so, but they were not breaking protocol because they didn’t know any better.
Being a Malay, I performed my sembah simply because I consciously recognised the fact that I needed to do so.
Malays who discard the essence of being Malay in this country, such as questioning the nature of the Malay monarchy system, are to me just “Malays-ready-to-be-dominated-people-again” in the making.
Perhaps, as I see it, like the Malays in Singapore?
tu lah, asik asik nak buang barang. skarang nak cari itu artikel dari berita minggu kang tak dapat jumpa. nasib baik ada sidini ada interpret kan. cyberita nye portal memang tak bleh diharap.
dan seterusnya, artikel dari encik zulkifli mohd sa’ad petikan dari Berita Minggu, Spektra Minda pada 27 September 2009.
Mungkin ada yang akan marah apabila membaca rencana saya ini. Namun, yang benar itu selalunya pahit.
Biar saya mulakan denga satu pertanyaan : Adakah Hari Raya Aidilfitri merupakan hari kebesaran orang Melayu atau hari kebesaran umat Islam?
Kita selalu denga bahawa Hari Raya adalah hari untuk memuji kebesaran Allah. Namun, tafsirannya akan meleret kepada perkara-perkara yang lain.
Mari kita sama-sama kupas satu persatu.
feets are sore-h! next time, we’ll just sit yeah? 🙂 more pixs here.
a bit sullen this year round, with much of the elders not around any more. raya is family, family is love.
not much of snaps, rest can be found here as always.
it’s been a long time. but, the antler’s hospice has filled up the void in the meantime. hospice tells “the story (in first and second person narrative) of a man losing a loved one to bone cancer and watching her die in the Sloan Kettering Cancer Ward while he is beside her. memories, regret and grief occur throughout the album…” (via wikipedia)
sounds a tad heavy, but i’m a sucker for heart-wrenching tunes. still a mat jiwang, very.
some tunes over at multiply.
Mr Mohamed agrees that property agents can provide valuable advice to potential home owners.
However, ultimately, home owners have to be personally responsible.
He stressed: ‘Agents can only advise customers to buy a flat that is within their means, but if the client chooses to be lavish, agents can’t do anything.’
well your venerable mr mohamed, but it does seem property agents are capable of ill advising their clients and remain not contactable when the client needs help. how could not the agents even inform their clients on the 30 month ruling as imposed by HDB?
countless times i have seen uninformed malay families put their trust on malay property agents just because of their race. full of bollocks. if you, mr mohamed, can proclaim that agents can’t do anything, you should think then you are partly responsible and can be viable for personal to treat you in court if your agents do not practice as what it is served to be. 10 years or even 5 years ago it is not common for families to be served unwell in the property dwellings. rarely do we hear of such cases. but don’t you just find it suspicious, the more there are malays dealing as property agents, the more cases where families have lost their homes? this is but just an assumption, but the parallels are very hard to ignore. it’s true both parties are responsible, and the future of personal income may not be sustained, but property agents, you are the first gateway in terms of consultation and advise, no?
hi reggie. i think we share the same traits. always the nearly man, a borderline acceptance to the generals, ever trying so hard but still misinformed. but we still want to prove, even though the horizon does not meet. in spite of this, we live on. face up, and answer to all your critics. for this, i will bear and grit.
but it does not bode well. for the most respected man in football, the hero who’s still diminished by the masses, the uncle who treats people well, the unassuming man who belies all the evil of power, the gentleman who can still relate to the man on the street – sir bobby robson has passed on. he came here years ago, and ever the unexpected english gentleman he is, as jovial and caring as the folklore says. you are proof that good guys can actually win. the world will miss you uncle bobby.
Sir Bobby Robson
1933 – 2009
Tribute from John Nicholson.
3 days of scouring, shouting, screaming, singing…somehow, this visit is more emotional compared to 2001’s. thank technology for that, probably.
for me, the highlight was indefinitely singing ynwa on the banks of the river right in front of them. well, xavi and carra, specifically. (if only there was finnan. oh how we missed the irish lad.) carra was stumped, xavi actually managed a smile and waves, kuyt was actually amiable and sammy lee, bless him, was sporting as always. even rafa acknowledged he found the singing along the river was very, erm, emotional. no kidding. except for the fucking irritating cavern emcee who keeps on and on egoing himself. idiot.
as for the match, it was justifiable. only the section that we were sitting were motionless most of the time. i swear i can hear a pin drop in most parts of the 1st half. no singing, no cheering, just sitting and mumbles. luckily it did pick up a bit in the 2nd half.
and words of advice to noh alam shah and indra shahdan: dont be a fucken prima donna. you shld be glad yourselves that you are actually playing against one of the top teams in the world. of course you shld know who the people are rooting for. BODOH NYE MAMATS.
Walter Cronkite (November 4, 1916 – July 17, 2009).
goodbye, the original mr anchorman.
terima kasih budget airlines! 🙂 kalau tak, tak larat gue mau ke penang, walaupun dah lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa skali tak gi sana. kita orang dua dua pun last minit lah cadang nak gi sana walaupun untuk satu setengah hari ajer. tau takper.
cun cun time pergi pun ada jugaklah dia nye festiviti untuk ulang tahun pertama georgetown dapat gelaran unesco world heritage site. glamor tuh. upscale tuh. lebih lebih lagi nyt ada bikin ulasan penang destinasi nombor kedua untuk dilawati untuk tahun 2009. amboi, tak agak agak nak up.
old but still gold.
In the late sixties, a forward thinking Japanese photographer traveled throughout the northeastern United States stopping at each of the Ivy League schools to document the style of the era. The resulting book, cryptically titled Take Ivy, is pure genius. The photo book was out of print until a few years ago when a small run was re-released, only to immediately sell out.
2 weeks back, sarip read about teh release of the *ooh much delectable* olympus pen (cute) camera. items won’t be arriving to our shores until july, but ooh look what we have found here! 🙂
i can assure you it is all worth teh money. it’s SMALL, compact, beautiful, handles surprisingly well, video quality quite satisfying even though there is no stabiliser and images are crisp. did i say it is small AND beautiful too?
if you want, get the package that includes the 17mm lens, as shown here. very prime lens!
oh and i like to show off the mpb just because. a mat MUST showcase his possessions. i need to repent, like right now.
just HAVE to include this here too!
it’ll be a severe understatement if i wasn’t affected by his passing. it still has not sink in to me he is actually gone. i didn’t remember elvis, hendrix, lennon or even marley, but i grew up listening to mj. everything was mj to me as a kid. hell, even all the makciks, pakciks, neneks, datuks, cousins know mj. and this was the age before information was readily available. his impact was really huge, no doubt. and even though the last 20 years were mostly negative in the eyes of the public, i still thank him for entertaining me during those childhood years. it was good times, boogie.
and one of the best of all.
the king is dead, long live the king.
Bob Lefsetz says it best.
He missed his childhood and now he’s gonna miss his old age.
How fucked up is that?
Michael Jackson never had a chance. He had to succeed for his family, his parents’ dreams were dependent upon him.
And a boy with that much pressure delivers. He works truly hard, so he will be loved. That’s all Michael Jackson was looking for, love.
He wanted to be accepted. Wanted to be so good that he couldn’t be denied. But you can’t change family history, and the public no longer treats you as human, as an equal, once you break through. People want to rip you off or tear you down, or shower you in faux love that’s more about their unfulfilled desires than yours. It gets so confusing that you retreat.
of all days it has to be on that day. i think 1st august attracts showtimes fm outfits that i wanna see (but eventually didn’t). this is the 3 year in a row this had happened. :S
phoenix. august 1st. hockey rink in jakarta.
let’s see if things do not get in the way.
for more phoenix, here kitty kitty.
national runway cycling @ paya lebar air base. fun! 🙂 sarip did ony 15 k while jaja and ain completed 45 k.
i’ve been neglecting “the camera berat” because i cant be bothered to lug it around. then again there’s another reason not carrying as much due to not wanting to be “stereotyped” to a whole posse of “the camera berat” gang whom i’m seeing are more looking at it as a “fashion” accessory rather than an instrument. yes, i am narrow minded like that. 😦
and have been longing around for a quality compact camera as much. lx3 was ok, but then again was waiting for something bettuh. then suddenly olympus came with the one above – the remake of the PEN series.
four thirds system. interchangeable lens. range view finder. bla bla bla bla bla. it’s like a dslr but without the burden and obviousness and garang looking. it’s petite, can fit into any of my bags (most important!) and classic looking. beautiful. teh bonus cant come sooner. if there is one anyway. boo. in case you’re interested, the history of the PEN.
the Olympus PEN E-P1 will be available in white and silver by next month at S$1,298 (body with 14-42mm lens) and $1,488 (body with 17mm pancake lens). better still, add about a thousand plus for that Zuiko 50mm F2.0 lens. *cries*